#all i ask is people have more PATIENCE and understand that it's not maliciousness

[yardsards]

everyone on here loves laios for his autism swag but if half of yinz met someone like him in real life you'd be like "i don't know,,, he makes me uncomfy. something about him just gives me bad vibes, you know? :/" (and the "bad vibes" you'd be picking up on are just. signs of autism)

#eliot posts #dunme #dungeon meshi #laios touden #it's an annoyingly common phenomenon i've had to witness of autistic people being shitty to other autistic people who are slightly more- #-socially impaired than they are #and then being like ''well i'm autistic and i'm not rude Like That so clearly it's just who they are and not because they're autistic'' #as if autism isn't a SPECTRUM #anyway that post that was like #''laios isn't a cute stim toys blogger autistic he's the autistic guy in the discord who accidentally makes people uncomfortable'' #was CORRECT in their assessment of laios #but had phrased it in a way that sounded like they were against Weird Discord Guy instead of on his side #anyway like yeah i'm not gonna force you to LIKE someone who keeps accidentally like. talking over you or asking uncomfortable questions #all i ask is people have more PATIENCE and understand that it's not maliciousness

[magicalmanhattanproject]

Okay, so with Quackity Studios tweeting about adding new people and the need for tolerance and patience with people who don't speak English, let's just take a second and have a chat about what that's gonna look like.

First: you will hear things or read things on the translator that hurt or offend you.

This is inevitable. Do not immediately post about it. What you need tolerance for is hearing things that hurt or offend you and what you need patience for is figuring out of malicious intent was present or if this is a hill worth dying on right now.

As an example, we're pretty sure at this point that Korean is gonna be the next language added. The second person pronoun in Korean sounds a lot like the n-word in English. The n-word in English, if you're not aware, is like the single most offensive slur we have. It's not something that you want to hear unexpectedly. But also, if we get Koreans, they're gonna be using the word for "you" and English speakers are gonna have to be able to tolerate that.

On the other side of things, Korean has a complex system of honorifics and addressing someone without an honorific would be considered very forward and intimate at least if not very rude. None of the QSMP languages have honorifics though and only French really retains formality* so no one else is going to address them with honorifics unless they specifically explain it to people and walk them through it. That will probably be weird and uncomfortable for them and they're going to have to be able to tolerate that.

*Spanish and Portuguese do technically have formal vs informal but it's disappearing quickly in both of them.

These natural cultural clashes and pain points are going to be harder to overcome since we also know that at least some of these creators won't speak English at all so they can't just switch to English to helpfully explain things to us easily in a way we understand. We're going to have to deal.

So here's the thing: just because there can be cultural miscommunications and mistranslations, that doesn't mean that people can't also be assholes. How do you distinguish between the two?

Step One: Assume good faith. Assume that everyone in a given encounter is trying to communicate respectfully and compassionately and that a failure to do so can be overcome

Step Two: Don't get involved. Especially not in Twitch Chat. Two or more people trying to communicate through a language barrier does not get easier when they're also trying to wrangle hostile viewers.

Step Three: Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard or saw what you thought you saw? Did the translator fuck up? Is it a word that just coincidentally happens to sound like another word? If this is the case, the streamers can ask for clarification or use another tool and get it cleared up. Keep watching and see if they do.

Step Four: If they did say what you thought they said, are the streamers handling it? We had a thing a while back where Bad called some friends, including Bagi and Etoiles, uncultured because they didn't get a reference he was making and Etoiles was like "bro I'm French" and Bad apologized. That should have been the end of it, but I had to see people arguing about it for weeks. The problem was solved in 10 seconds.

Step Five: If the person is doubling down, are you sure this is something you can fix by yelling about it on Twitter or Tumblr? Would it be better to let people who actually know them talk to them behind the scenes? Pierre made a few missteps in the beginning of the server, Quackity said they had a chat, Pierre hasn't misstepped since. It's just easier to sort things out in private, one on one conversation than yelling at someone in public.

In short: it's fine to take note of behavior in case patterns start to emerge in it, but yelling on social media about how so and so is the worst person possible is not constructive.

#sorrelposting #qsmp

[catscidr]

hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments. 

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones. 

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in. 

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation. 

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply. 

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment. 

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again. 

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time. 

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay. 

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach. 

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate. 

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face. 

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable. 

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back. 

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom. 

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone. 

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile. 

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand. 

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you. 

✧✧✧   

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore. 

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away. 

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard. 

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate. 

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?” 

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face. 

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away. 

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment. 

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes. 

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you. 

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm. 

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly. 

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby. 

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back. 

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup! #dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x afab reader #il dottore x you #il dottore x reader #uuauaoaoaoghghhh i love soft dottore #IM WRITING THE ASKS IN MY INBOX I SWEAR

[restinslices]

LKBS AS FIRST TIME DADS

tried to make these as differently as possible

Bi-Han

His baby is planned so he's not as nervous as other people 

Bi-Han is ridiculously confident. He's helped with his younger brothers and he knows the basics of what a baby needs so honestly, he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag

He did not have it in the bag

Here's the thing; his younger brothers didn't depend on Bi-Han to survive. They had their parents. Plus, Bi-Han spends too much time thinking about his child as an adult warrior and completely skips over them being a child

This baby is depending on him and his partner at all times and they're a baby 

I'm gonna make them all girl dads because listen-

I think patience would be something he'd both struggle and be good at

He's patient when it comes to small mistakes, like knocking something over but he can be a bit impatient when it comes to developing certain skills and when they make bigger mistakes 

Y'all know how Kratos is hard on Atreus but it's because he cares and want him to be prepared for when he's gone? That's Bi-Han

He'd also struggle with saying things in a child friendly manner. I don't mean swearing, I mean he has to pause and think “how do I say this without hurting their feelings?”

He naturally has a harsh sounding tone so he has to try his best to not sound mean. He can't double down 

Since I mentioned speaking, he is not using a baby voice 

People get excited with their first kid and are like “oh my gosh look at my little baby!” and speak all high pitch but he's not doing that at all. He's using his normal voice and adult words with a newborn

Some people have nicknames for things. For example, when my nephew was younger we'd ask if he wanted “nom noms”. Bi-Han doesn't see the point in doing that. He's asking his toddler “do you want food?”

I can understand if people would think he'd be this super grump dad that hates all types of noise but in my head Bi-Han understands that kids make noise and cry. Does it annoy him? Yes. Is he screaming for them to quiet down? No. His world was never gonna stay quiet once he decided to start a family 

Speaking of yelling, I don't think he does it often. Bi-Han is the type to pull his kid to the side and quietly threaten them. Like when your mom would pull you to the side and say if you kept acting up in the store she was gonna whoop you in the bathroom 

He also has “the stare”

Shit gets shut down quickly 

The definition of “wait until I tell your dad”

He'd train his daughter like he'd train anyone else. He's not going easy on her. If anything, he'd be harder on her because she has more to prove 

There's so much he doesn't know how to deal with since this is his first child and honestly, that emo phase probably kicked his ass more than he'd like to admit

The bang, the extensions, the checkered wristbands, the studded belts-

It's embarrassing for him to mention how genuinely concerned he was. He had no idea what was going on and telling her to train harder didn't take the hair dye out her head 

Speaking of which, I think Bi-Han’s biggest mistake as a parent would be trying to mold his child into becoming a mini him. It's not because he thinks he's 10/10. It’s because he's a solid Grandmaster. 

“Back in my day we learned obedience” type shit 

The type to say “I hate when my dad did this” then proceeds to do it to his child 

He'd need help when it comes to emotional awareness and seeing his child as their own individual 

He may accidentally snub them of childhood moments they deserve. It's not with malicious intent, it's more of a “our enemies don't sleep so we won't either”

Imagine if him and his kid ended up having the same distant relationship him and his dad had-

Tragic but definitely possible 

Kuai Liang 

Probably also had a planned baby 

He may only want one child because he's worried he'll end up having another him and Bi-Han

Which is why I think it'd be funny if he had twins-

Follow me camera 

He's expecting one baby. That's it. That's all. 

So when it's revealed he's having twins, he's shocked and afraid 

Bi-Han’s betrayal did a number on him. He doesn't really know why Bi-Han was so angry. He knew about his frustration but he didn't know it'd go this deep and he'd let their father die. He's worried he'll upset one of them and history will repeat itself 

Him dying isn't the problem. The family breaking up is what he's worried about 

Because of this I think he'd accidentally become a helicopter parent

He's overly affectionate to his children. Affection is fine but he smothers them and watches everything they do 

He tries so hard to keep the family together, but it does the opposite. Now his kids are desperate for space. Both from him and each other 

Before we get to that sadness though, Kuai Liang is a great dad 

He trains them and if one has his powers and the other doesn't, he makes sure to not show favoritism 

Idk if he'd be corny enough to buy his twins matching shit. If he doesn't, Tomas will and he won't stop him 

Anything they give him, he's 100% keeping 

He uses a hair tie they painted pink instead of his usual one 

He frames all of the pictures they draw for him 

He attends all their little tea parties and let's them harass him about how much sugar is in his tea 

He doesn't spoil them but he doesn't not spoil them 

He doesn't give them everything they want but he'll get them stuff if it makes him think of them 

Like a doctor's toy he randomly saw 

He tries to be very active in their life when he's not busy 

He has safety plans in case his clan is attacked. They're at war and he doubts the Lin Kuei will spare his children 

I think all the brothers would let their kids know about their job and their responsibilities. No point on keeping it secret. They'll have to do it one day too 

Some parents get really sad when their kids grow up but I don't think he'd get sad. Idk, I just think he'd see it more as an accomplishment. Not everyone makes it far and he's always worried about their safety 

Remember when I said his kids would want space? 

This would probably happen in their teen years and he'd be so confused because wdym he still managed to fuck up?

I think how he'd feel would be a mix of “well they're kids” and “damn, I blew it” 

Overall I think he'd put way too much pressure on himself when it came to becoming a parent and this stresses him out more. At some point though he'd have to learn to let them be them and learn that honestly there's not much he can do

He does his part by being a loving father. He can't make them stay together or make them stay loyal. That's just the goal 

Besides that I think Kuai Liang would honestly be a pretty solid dad. He genuinely loves and cares for the people around him and it'd show with his children. He'd do all the dumb shit some dads are too embarrassed to do with their children. 

He's just a bit smothering 

A lot a bit-

Tomas Vrbada

He actually wants multiple kids 

He doesn't want a whole football team but wants his own little family 

His kid is probably planned too and I think he's possibly the most excited 

I can really see Tomas being a good dad and I think starting his own family that's just his would mean a lot to him 

Yeah he has Kuai Liang and their new clan and for a while he had the Lin Kuei but it's not the same. He wants his family that's only his and is related to him by blood 

So with that being said he's already reading books and watching videos before the baby is even here 

He still feels unprepared when she actually gets here 

First of all girl dad Tomas has no shame. Put the makeup on him. Dress him up in the dumbest shit imaginable. Have him do a duet with you. He's doing it all 

Overall he wants to give this child a way better life than he had 

His family was killed so the bar is in hell but moving on-

I think Tomas could accidentally spoil his child. Can y'all see it? I can see it 

My sources or reasoning? I just think he's the most likely out of the 3. He goes from “I'll give them a better life” to “and I'll buy this and this and this-”

Don't get it misconstrued though, he's still training them to be a warrior. War is everywhere and he got some shitty ass luck 

Imma be real… Tomas might be a leash parent-

I can see him getting tired of this kid running off and he gives up and buys it 

I can see him teaching his kid to do all that smoke shit and they accidentally fly up in the air 

This is another reason for the leash 

I can see Tomas feeling like an outsider with the Lin Kuei so he tries his best to make his child feel confident 

And that confidence can easily turn to arrogance 

He's complimenting their abilities at every turn and I think balance can be something that slips his mind. He's thinking “man I wish I got more compliments and felt more seen growing up” and takes it to an extreme 

So his child is now kinda a cocky asshole, which is something you may expect from Bi-Han’s kid but his would grow up being a bit insecure in a “I can never please him” way. Tomas’ kid is arrogant because “my dad is always pleaded with me”

It's hard to get right 

He's present in everything. Not in a smothering way though, he's just there 

If he has to miss any important milestones or events, he definitely tries to make up for it 

Like if he missed a dance performance, when he comes back he'll ask them to redo it in front of him 

He wants to be present for everything, even if it's small. Idk. I think he'd just really value these moments he'll never get back. He'll have more kids but he'll never see this particular kid dance ballet again 

He adjusts nicely to parenthood I think. It's a challenge but he's confident enough to take any failure he does on the chin and move on 

And if I said he takes the emo or scene phase really well, what are y'all gonna do?

Some kids do coke. Listening to BVB seems like the better choice 

Definition of a spine made of jelly 

Puppy dog eyes work with him. I don't make the rules 

I do, but moving on-

The spoiling part would kick his ass so bad. He'd have to get that shit under control at some point because it's like, no shit your child becomes defiant and spoiled. You give them everything 

They'd have a positive relationship overall. I think spoiling would be the main problem 

My thoughts are unorganized as fuck and I'd like to apologize because now I'm going back in time to say he'd take his child hunting as soon as he could 

His family hunted together and it was usually a nice fun bonding activity so he does it with his child 

I mention this for the first child because his judgment of what's appropriate at a certain age is so off

She's 4 and he's “saddle up. Let's go hunt this large unnamed animal!”

Nothing bad ever happens to the Kennedy's-!

His child is kicked by whatever they were hunting 

Has to be reminded several times that his baby is not a buff grown man like he is that can take some damage. They cannot just thug it out Tomas 

Besides the multiple injuries and spoiling though, he'd be an alright dad with his own little family 

Probably plans on having another one once his kid is like,,, 2 because he's insane 

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #kuai liang scorpion #tomas vrbada smoke #kuai liang #kuai liang mk1 #tomas vrbada #bi han headcanons #kuai liang headcanons #tomas vrbada headcanons #subzero Headcannons #Scorpion headcannons #Smoke headcannosn

[alasse-earfalas]

Let’s clear some things up.

"omg you hate queer people!!" 

No, we don't. There's several queer people in the server and we've all gotten along just fine, in fact we've had some wonderful conversations discussing our different views. The reason we marketed our server as a “conservative Christian server” is because that’s primarily who we’re trying to find. Other people with different beliefs and ways of life are welcome to join so long as they’re respectful. 

"but you said you're anti-Pride!!"

Admittedly, this was due to a misunderstanding of what that term means to a lot of people. The "pride movement" and LGBT people are not the same thing to me. Clearly they are to a lot of people, so I understand the confusion. I used this terminology because I’ve seen others in the LGBT community make this distinction in terms, but I understand now that this distinction is not as widespread as I thought it was.

Allow me to clarify: When I say we "don't support the Pride movement", I'm talking specifically about the political movement that advocates for giving porn to young kids in school, putting them through medical procedures they are too young to consent to, and viciously attacking, harassing, and silencing anyone who brings up concerns about these things. Obviously this is not all of the LGBT community, nor would I ever insinuate that. But it is a very vocal and nasty subset of it, and it's a subset we want nothing to do with.

"queered into oblivion"

If it's wrong to straightwash queer characters (and I believe that it is), then it's wrong to queerwash straight characters. Many of the Links are canonically straight in the games, and all of them are portrayed as straight in LU (I don't have the time to go into all the evidence for this right now, but it's there if you look). If you want more queer representation in media—which is totally valid!—go make your own queer characters and give them an engaging story. I've seen it done and it's great! Queerwashing established characters is lazy, disrespectful, and just as offensive as straightwashing. So we're not allowing that in our server. 

"youre banning people just because they're queer!! I was banned and I didn't break any of the rules!" 

If we banned people just for being queer, we wouldn't have any queer people in the server, and I've already debunked that.

As for the second point: Yes, I have banned people wrongly and I apologize for that. This is largely thanks to a constant bombardment of malicious trolls, many of whom pretend to come to us with good intentions, only to wreak havoc once they're granted access to the server. So I am being a bit overzealous with the ban hammer at the moment because we've been burned too many times. It's hard to tell anymore who wants to have a civil discussion and who's just biding their time. If you feel you were banned wrongfully, please reach out to me in dms and we can discuss the matter.

Another quick point I want to make is that our current server rules are due for revision. Now that we've spent some time open to the public, we have a better understanding of what kinds of rules our server needs. So, yes, we're not going to be strictly sticking to our rules right now because we're in the process of tweaking them. I understand that’s frustrating but there’s only so much we can juggle at once. 

"the people in your server are so mean! You don't even talk about loz stuff!"

It's kinda hard to relax and nerd out with your buddies when raiders are lighting your house on fire. We've been burned and we're on edge. I won't ask for anyone in the server to be excused for bad behavior, but I will ask for patience. 

Part of the reason I'm bothering to write this whole thing out in the first place is so we can stop repeating ourselves on these points. Many of the trolls we've dealt with have started out "respectfully disagreeing" with us only to turn nasty and crude. So now whenever there's a disagreement, it puts everyone on edge. 

Before we opened this server up to the public it was just a private little place for me and some friends, and we all happened to share similar beliefs so it turned into a bit of an echo chamber. Please don’t take our old conversations as representative of the current people in the server. We did talk about LoZ stuff, and we still do, but we’ve also got two general chats and a place to discuss controversial topics. And, as I already mentioned, we’re a little preoccupied with the trolling situation. 

Now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way, here’s a non-exhaustive sampling of what we’ve been dealing with over the past few days: 

typical troll spam: inappropriate images, death threats, etc.

sleeper trolls: people who come into the server pretending to be there in good faith in order to gain access to the server, and then wreaking havoc. Several of these have been… obnoxiously “Christian”, to the point where I was in the middle of typing up a “knock it off” message when they decided to oust themselves. 

false accusations and even outright lies from people on tumblr who’ve “checked out” the server and then left. Idk why people do this. We’ve been baselessly accused of antisemitism among other things. 

vicious asks about this issue sent to tumblr blogs who have no affiliation with our server. 

I’d like to point out here that for being such a “hateful” server, none of the mods (I can’t speak for the other people in the server obviously) have ever done any of this, to anyone, nor would we. I’ve spoken about people using their (real or perceived) victim status as a cudgel to beat others with, and this is a fine example of that. You wonder why we’re trying to make a safe space? Because this is what happens when we share what we believe. You claim we have “institutional power” or whatever and yet we can’t set up and advertise a freaking discord server without people going on a witch hunt. 

I have had a few people reach out to me in kindness, and I want to let those people know that it’s really meant a lot to me. I expected trolls and some lashback but the maliciousness has been something else. I’m sorry to anyone on tumblr who’s been attacked over this, I don’t know why people are going after blogs that have no affiliation with this server, it’s disgraceful and disgusting. 

Hopefully what I’ve written here clears up some of the misunderstandings. We appreciate anyone who’s willing to hear us out rather than jumping to conclusions. Take care everyone.

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[loosesodamarble]

Hi I am in love with your work!

I would like to ask for Nacht just being with his partner like doing anything. You can write it however you want and do whatever. Please and thank you.

Thank you for your patience on this request~! And I hope you don't mind that I made it a part of my Nacht birthday post surge.

..........

Nacht Faust x Reader Daily Life

You and Nacht were dating, simple as that. His position as vice captain didn't matter to you same as how Nacht didn't care what job you had as long as you felt fulfilled doing it.

After a long time dating, Nacht asked if you wanted to move into a shared home.

You asked if he just wanted to get out of living with the Black Bulls. Nacht did admit that it was part of his reason for asking, but he genuinely did want even more time with you.

With a laugh, you agreed to move in. From there, you and Nacht slowly developed a shared routine.

Your day would begin with you and Nacht waking up in bed together.

Some mornings, you two were cuddled up close. Or at least you would be clinging to Nacht. Other days, you'd wake up nearly half off the bed while Nacht was perfectly centered on his half of the bed, unmoved like a corpse.

Both of you were late risers. Nacht because he often worked late into the night. You because your circadian rhythm was never functioning apparently.

Nacht was the one to lay out clothes for the both of you and toss your rumpled sleepwear in separate hampers.

"C'mon Nacht, I can do our laundries together," you said once only for him to hide his dirty clothes from you for two weeks. Guess you needed to date a little longer before you were allowed to wash his undergarments.

If either of you had troubles brushing out your hair, you helped each other.

You were in charge of prepping the morning coffee. You'd tried Nacht's roast once and swore it left you unable to taste anything but bitterness for two days.

If Nacht had a day off or simply stayed for more of the morning, you two made breakfast together.

.....

"What're you putting in the eggs?" Walgner asked while perched on your shoulder one morning.

"They're called spices," you stated before elaborating. "They make food taste even better by giving the flavor more depth."

"So are they all spicy like the 'hot sauce' stuff that Master doesn't like?" the devil questioned.

"Not at all! Some have a kick of spice but others are earthy. And others have a sour flavor."

"What's that one there?" Walgner pointed to the bottle in your hand.

Before you could answer, Nacht plucked Walgner off your shoulder. "That's enough, little one. Let them cook in peace."

Walgner let out a shrill sound like a hiss mixed with a bird's warble. Which, while you didn't really understand devils, felt appropriate. Nacht began to scold Walgner more which made you clap a hand over your mouth. You, like most people, thought devils to be incarnations of evil. But there Nacht was, chiding the devil who was small enough to fit in his palm as though the creature were a mischievous child.

.....

On days where the two of you had work, you and Nacht parted with a gentle "see you later" or "take care."

Goodbye kisses felt like too much, even after all the time you'd spent together and the kisses you'd already had. So you two settled with parting words.

While you were at work, you'd sometimes see the head of one of devils poke out from your shadow. They were checking up on you and you'd silently wave to them as to not get distracted at the workplace.

The Black Bulls knew of your existence. You'd even been invited to a party with them a few times before. But Nacht still didn't speak about you too much with them.

"I'd hate to flaunt my successful relationship in front of you folks," Nacht would taunt. That or he'd say "I can't share too much or else you'll try to steal them away from me."

It wasn't malicious by any means but the Bulls were a little annoyed that Nacht resisted every attempt they made to make him talk and bring out the sweet boyfriend side that you claimed Nacht had.

You also kept the relationship on the down low. After all, talking too much about Nacht could arouse unease with people who didn't understand the Black Bulls or devils.

Even so, your co-workers knew you had a sweetheart and complimented you on finding a good partner.

After the work day concluded, you and Nacht tended to meet either at a park or the marketplace near your home.

If you met at the park, you two would unwind with a stroll and discuss your days. You envied Nacht and all the adventures he went on. But you weren't the type to be a Knight so you were content to live vicariously through his retellings.

If the market was the meeting place, you two would shop for any necessities like groceries, cleaning supplies, or perhaps new home decor.

.....

"We don't need to worry about your, uh, pets...?" You cringed and felt yourself heat up, unsure of how you came off with the term.

"Yes, let's go with that while we're in public," Nacht whispered back to you. "And what about them?"

"If we get carpet or curtains..." You were eyeing a curtain set with a charming vine pattern but weren't confident enough to buy it. "We don't need to worry about them chewing or scratching up anything, right?"

"Snrk! Ah ha..." Nacht threw his head back. "Ahahahahahaa!"

You reeled back and gazed wide-eyed at Nacht. Even months in the relationship, more than a year even, you'd yet to hear Nacht make a sound like that. Sure he laughed, but it had always been one of those controlled, gentlemanly chuckles. His smile, too, was brand new to you.

"N-Nacht?" Now you were burning up. But not in embarrassment. Rather, you were blushing from awe. Your normally handsome but icy boyfriend was looking radiant like a full, silver moon. "Are you-?"

"Ah ha!" Nacht suddenly doubled over and wiped the corner of his eyes. "Oh dear, no worries! It's fine!" He held your shoulder, beaming at you like a fairy tale prince. "It's... They're house trained." He exhaled heavily and blinked a few times before his face showed confusion. "What?"

Shaking your head, you looked away. "Nothing!"

.....

You two would return and dinner would be prepped.

Cooking with Nacht was a pain sometimes because half the time, he forgot to let you know when he moved an ingredient or tool for him to make use of. And so you'd flail for a bit looking for a bottle of oil or the edge of the cutting board only for Nacht to pass it to you using his magic.

But you preferred working together over cooking alone or simply watching him cook. Doing it by yourself was overwhelming at times, even though cooking for two wasn't that bad. And watching Nacht cook was... He couldn't innovate in the kitchen at all and so watching him glance between a recipe card and the actual food gave you secondhand embarrassment.

Ever since you two moved in together, Nacht insisted on doing dishes on his own. Or rather, to leave the job to him and the devils. Apparently all their time together in Spade (and before) taught them at least how to do some chores together as a unit.

You peeked at them during the task once and it was the cutest thing you'd laid eyes on.

Nacht always had a mug of tea before bed, a bit of a ritual for himself. And while he sipped tea, you'd be soaking in the tub to ease your body in preparation for sleep.

Nacht did have to save you from drowning a couple of times. But that was because work had been especially tough those days so you were really out of it.

You two got into your pajamas and then settled down in bed together. Nacht typically brought a book or packet of paperwork with him, keeping himself occupied until the end.

Your favorite nights were when Nacht didn't have anything with him and you could reach your hand out to hold his. Although his skin was always cold to the touch, you felt comforted when your fingers intertwined with his at night.

Days where both of you had off from work didn't occur too often but when they did, you and Nacht took advantage of that time.

Usually, you two would use Nacht's Shadow Magic to whisk you off to another town to enjoy the sights, sounds, and flavors of a new place.

Nacht happily took advantage of his magic that way. You'd spent your whole life in one city and now he was letting you explore the kingdom.

.....

"Maybe one day I can take you to another kingdom," Nacht suggested.

"Wouldn't that be a big strain on your magic though?" As much as you appreciated Nacht's effort, you didn't want him to do that much for you. "Besides... I'm starting to feel bad that I can't do anything as grand for you so..."

Nacht sighed before saying your name. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

"I'd really prefer it if you didn't do anything grand for me. Besides, my teleporting ability isn't something remarkable to me. It's just something else that I can do to make you happy, like cooking together or brushing your hair."

Nacht then leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Maybe what I can do with my magic feels like a blessing to you. And similarly, being with you is a miracle for me. So just continue to love me and continue letting me love you."

You and Nacht locked eyes. His gaze was gentle, enough to make the tears in your eyes finally fall, though with a feeling different from what made them initially form.

"I love you..." You whispered suddenly. You didn't know why but the words came to you and you had to speak them.

"I love you too..." Nacht’s voice was full of love.

Slowly, you two leaned in for a kiss. A shy, tender kiss that silently repeated the emotion you two had just spoken. It was a reconfirmation of what you both knew and wanted. To love and be loved. By each other.

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[ftmtftm]

i personally have been thinking a lot abt the "share your pronouns" thing (not specifically bc of this anon just in general) and like. to me i think people pin a lot of blame on nonbinary people for something that isnt my fault. to be respected and seen i will ALWAYS have to out myself - neither being stealth nor the closet are an option for me. but you... when you use he or she pronouns you can still be stealth while making the environment youre in safe and comfortable for nonbinary people just by saying "im [name] i use he pronouns". it establishes not that youre trans, necessarily, but that you know that anyone around you could be nonbinary. that trans doesnt have a "look". i mean. since hes saying stuff like "fake trans" idk that he cares necessarily about that but...

ive talked abt this w my transmasc and transfem friends so like. i know the perspective anons probably coming from. it isnt my fault that transphobic people use gender neutrality in language to hurt trans people. it isnt my fault that cis people will ask for your pronouns when they think they've clocked you. it isnt my fault that i exist the way that i do. sharing my pronouns is a necessity; there is no assumption that is correct for me. and that *hurts*

anyways i admire ur compassion and patience a lot, i hope anon gets better soon

Conflicting needs will always exist in our community!! And also though - There is quite literally always the option to "answer like a cis person" if someone is deeply concerned about being stealth. It's not fun, but that option is absolutely available if someone needs to be stealth.

Especially because sharing pronouns isn't anything more than asking someone how they like to be addressed. Their whole purpose is to fill in a place of address in a sentence so you don't repeat someone's name over and over to the point of sounding like Elmo. It can be used to clock people or out people and people can absolutely be malicious with it, but it's not the fault of trans people that transphobic people do that.

Like, you are absolutely correct because once again: the burden of the harmful system does not fall upon the ones being harmed. The burden instead falls upon the people perpetuating the system. Transphobic people cause transphobia, not trans people attempting to just live their lives.

I also understand the desire to pass and not be clocked and to be treated like a "normal" man. But the unfortunate truth is that... isn't reality and probably won't be in our lifetimes. So then your options become "lash out because I'm angry about this" or "work towards solutions so no one else has to feel this way after me".

The fact of the matter is the normalization of nonbinary identities in general and the normalization of asking for pronouns in group settings is a real solution that can help the most people in the long run. It puts cis people, binary trans people, and nonbinary trans people all on the same playing field. The practice still needs to actually be fully integrated into our social practices, but we're still in the awkward beginning stages of it. It's good to be realistic about that, because sometimes you have to think about both people outside of yourself and the future.

It is ultimately a good thing and I'm sorry you are harmed by the backlash to it anon.

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[cilil]

Forged in Fellowship Aulë ⚒ Mairon

Characters: Aulë; Mairon, Melkor and Yavanna are mentioned Synopsis: Aulë remembers a certain Maia he lost ages ago. Warnings: / Author's Note: Written for Forged in Fellowship. The companion piece featuring Mairon's perspective will be linked above.

The hammer looked so small in his hands. 

Aulë weighed it on his palm, a pensive expression on his face. It had been so long since he had made this one, a simple yet trusty and sturdy tool for a young Maia to learn his craft. He knew most of his students still had theirs, some proudly displaying it amidst their personal collection, some keeping it in a safe place; this one, however, he had decided to hold on to himself. 

This hammer had belonged to Mairon once–or Sauron as he was now known as, though Aulë couldn't bring himself to use that name. The memories of the talented, passionate young Maia he had known were too strong, too vivid in his mind still. 

He had heard about many terrible things of course, from Elves returning to Valinor as well as other Ainur who brought news from Middle-earth–tales of a cruel, malicious being, eagerly and gleefully serving his dark master, said to be just as evil as he was. Sometimes Aulë didn't want to believe them. Sometimes he just wanted to close his eyes and ears and refuse to listen, though deep down he knew it to be true. 

It hurt to lose his dear Mairon to corruption and to see how far he fell. Aulë knew he must have done something wrong, had often asked himself what it was and what he should have done differently. He had tried his best and loved him dearly, loved him to this day, and though he had to admit to his failure, he was still determined to make things right; be it by helping other Maiar or being there if Mairon ever returned, if fate would be so kind. 

Perhaps it was foolish to do so, but Aulë still believed in him. He believed in the Maia who had wanted to build and create, to improve and make things right, who was proud and passionate and ever eager to learn new things. He believed that there was still good him like a flame that would never be truly extinguished, just like he believed Melkor hadn't always been evil–though, admittedly, he wasn't sure if he could still find it within himself to forgive the one who had taken advantage of his kindness and taken his beloved student to drag him down a path of ruin alongside him. 

Mairon hadn't always been easy, as Yavanna occasionally reminded him, that much was true. He hadn't liked teaching and helping others very much and had often been impatient with his fellow Maiar when their progress was slower than his own, but Aulë had thought–maybe naively–that it was something that could be worked on, an opportunity for growth and learning. 

The hammer rested upon his palm, a silent reminder of ages gone by. Never again would things be as simple as they had been back then, that much he knew. Aulë closed his eyes with a sigh, fingers gingerly closing around the ancient tool. Even after all this time, he missed his Maia and he hadn't stopped believing in him; even if Mairon no longer believed in himself, even if no one else did. 

He was the Inventor, the Great Smith, the Maker of Arda's substances, he possessed the patience of mountains and was steadfast and unwavering like diamond. If there was nothing else he could do for Mairon and all the other Maiar that had been lost, then Aulë would wait for them to find their home one day. And when that day came, he would be there to speak in their favour, to help his brethren understand the ambitions many of his people held and, if Eru willed it, to guide his students back to a righteous path and mend the rifts and wrongs they left behind.

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[tanya-ch]

Yandere Fedor Dostoyevsky

!You are not an esper!

On his first day off, Fyodor got rid of Gogol and decided to go to a cafe, since he was already bored with tea from Ivan. That day he was in a good mood, this is understandable in principle, after all, spending the day calmly without Nikolai’s jokes is a delight for Fedya’s soul. But he never expected an ordinary person to become interested today

- Hello, you have already decided on your order.

Said a quiet voice somewhere to the right of the drinker, he turned around and looked down a little, but ordered black tea, watching as you left to make such an easy order. He looked down at you again, like how does Dazai meet girls? Maybe with will give you a ride.. But having finally received his tea, Fyodor could not say a word, what was wrong with him? He felt either embarrassment or responsibility for what he would tell you and how you would react to it. Therefore, having put down the cup, he left not a modest tip for you and hurried to leave, he could no longer endure this excitement in the company of you. But then he realized that it was, to some extent, pleasant...? He wanted to see you again, although he understood that probably again will bleat in front of you, as if you were a real angel who so nobly decided to come down to him. That day he hardly listened to his partner, immersed in his thoughts. A week later, Dostoevsky became a regular client, having managed to completely learn your schedule. He often looked at you, sometimes he looked with a thoughtful face, and sometimes you could notice a malicious smile on his face, but this no longer bothered you, since after working with people for several years, you saw others who were not like that. Dost, already praised you in his thoughts, everything you do is perfect. And you don’t think that he was watching you only at work, of course not. He was watching you when you walked along the dark streets after work, he must be sure that you are okay doesn’t threaten. Even if not always personally, he also watched what you do on weekends, and why do you always go out with someone? It’s better for him not to know about your friends. And now his patience has run out, he’s tired of loving you from the outside, he wants to touch you and despite some respect for you, Fedya will not ask your opinion.

-My angel, understand, I can give you more than you can earn yourself, I can give you something that you will never get from all your friends, but all this will cost a small fee - your freedom.

Dostoevsky spoke, holding your wrist with one hand and supporting your back with the other. Despite his stinginess of emotions at the moment, he was not lying. Fyodor loves and cherishes you, but you are unlikely to like how exactly he shows his feelings.

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd #gn reader #fedor dostoevskij #yandere #obsession #tw kidnapping

[24-7fandombrain]

Having just "graduated" from the first part of clown school, here's a breakdown of what clowning is because I know I'm going to be talking about it alot.

What is clowning?

Clowning is, essentially, the process of a performer breaking free from their inhibitions in order to truly act impulsively. This is achieved by putting on the red clown nose, which allows the performer's clown to come out.

What is a clown?

A clown is, for all intents and purposes, the performer free from all restraints and thought, to where they just live and feel in the moment. Clowns are treated as a separate entity from the performer, and in many ways they do feel like separate people. All clowns are unique in their own ways, since they are derived from real people.

Everyone has two types of clown: an out clown and an in clown. The out clown is the first type you will manifest when you begin learning clown. They are typically outgoing and energetic, though again, all clowns are different. In clowns are typically more shy and reserved, and are manifested after the out clown is fully manifested.

The only unifying visual trait of clowns is the nose. Some clowns wear full white face, others don't wear any make-up at all. Some clowns wear flowly, extravagant costumes, others just a T-shirt and jeans.

What is a clown handler?

A clown handler is a person who monitors a clown or group of clowns to keep them in target. It is a clown handler's responsibility to keep everyone safe, as their impulsively can place them or others in dangerous situations. The clown handler is encouraged to always ask more of their clowns and directly engage with them. Some clowns will require a clown handler any time they are out, while others will only need one for performances.

Where did clowning come from?

Modern day clowning is based on the work of Jacques Lecoq, a French stage actor and coach. Part of Lecoq's work is based on the use of masks to allow the performer to embody certain emotions or characteristics. The use of neutral masks also allows the performer to inject their own creativity into their performance. The prime examples of Lecoq's neutral masks are the larval mask and, of course, the clown nose. The clown nose was the last mask Lecoq would introduce to his students, as it was the smallest and most neutral mask.

Why clown?

Aside from it being the most fun you'll have learning theatre, clown is intended to teach actors how to be spontaneous and impulsive. Clowning teaches actors to listen to their gut instinct in a scene and make new and interesting choices.

What are the rules of clown?

There are six main rules that all clowns must follow:

No one, including yourself, can ever see you put the nose on or take it off.

Clowns must always listen to the clown handler.

Clowns can never look away from the audience.

Clowns always say yes.

Clowns can do anything.

Clowns feel all emotions to the max.

Meet Axolotl- My Clown

Axolotl, or Axo, is a fantasy world traveler, and they use they/it (or really any non-gendered) pronouns. They are strongly attuned to nature, being attracted to leaves, flowers, and other plants. They also show an interest in art, and especially drawing. They don't care much for what is expected of them, and has several times ignored their assignment in favor of whatever interests them in the morning. They're very "grabby", as in they will pick up any item they find interesting (they stole our instructor's glasses off their face before- long story). They are very energetic, and as a result, have little patience. They can't stand still and will get quickly frustrated if asked to do so. They can be destructive, having thrown marbles at people, nearly broken a glass, accidentally broken a glass, and torn up props. They, however, don't do this with malicious intent. Axolotl simply lacks the capacity to understand that they are doing wrong. Even when told off, they don't understand that they are doing wrong and may be doing the same thing just seconds later. Axolotl is my out clown.

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[silversiren1101]

9, 16, and 18!

Oc Asks Game

Hey Spyri! Thanks for the asks! I'll do them for both Mino and Moro!

9. What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

Minovae: Pointless cruelty, abuse of the law, injustice, and selfishness.

Pretty clear-cut, Mino has a bleeding heart as much as she has a sense of righteousness about lawfulness and the "intent" of a laws versus how they're literally interpreted. Her vision for lawful society is one where the laws apply to all equally and consider intent as much as action; where laws more abused than not are stricken from the record and abusers subjected to the hammer of justice; and happiness and health and prioritized far more than any sense of productivity.

Instances of cruelty without point and the law being twisted to hurt the very people she's given her life to serve are enough to draw forth the "Little Linnorm" side of her: expect little mercy.

Other hot-button issues for her are of course racism and classism and other types of prejudice for what someone is rather than who. She's been subjected to much her entire life (and people she cares about!) and has no patience or tolerance for it. She will only ever care about a person's actions in terms of judging them.

Morolai: Disrespect and feeling powerless

Morolai is simple: treat her like she's a goddess on this earth and also make her feel powerful and in-charge. Anything else is going to turn her into a clawing, biting, acid-spitting beast.

Part of that goes into respecting extensions of herself, too, though: her chosen companions and her nation! A dragon is nothing without their hoard, no? Well, things she cares about are part of the hoard. Any disrespect against them is against herself, and she takes such slights incredibly personally.

16. What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Minovae: Mino makes friends easily! In fact, it'd be more accurate that people start out as Friend-adjacent to her and are then downgraded when she finds out more about them that she doesn't like, lol. She loves mortals and just the experience of being alive with others and coexisting, that sharing of experiences and stories and knowledge... She values having a varied friend group so she can share in as many lives and experiences as possible! That being said, she looks for friends that aren't pointlessly cruel or maliciously evil.

As for love interests, Mino makes a ton of friends easily because she's demiromantic. It takes a LOT for her to actually fall in love, not really developing any crushes or anything. Her love interests are almost always based on qualities she lacks but subconsciously wishes she had herself. Her first relationship was with a Desnan cleric that was very carefree, didn't quite follow the rules and just did what they thought was 'right', and was very proud of their brightly colored hair and other unorthodox features... Said cleric also left her to die to ghouls, too scared to fight to save her only to perish to them anyways, but... well first loves don't often go that well do they?

With Regill: she admires his ability to be completely unaffected by any prejudice and complete acceptance of himself; wishes she had even a fraction of his finality and confidence in herself; and, believe it or not, did wish she was a little bit more ruthless! She also adores his passion (which most people don't understand since he seems so stoic but she'll go off on it let me tell ya lol) and drive and ability to admit his mistakes and faults (which plays into his confidence) and complete and utter selflessness of course.

Morolai: Friends... I suppose Morolai would consider her companions her friends. It takes, uh, a long time for that to happen. Basically anyone that has stuck with her through life and death situations, have proven they will die for her or suffer on her behalf, and actually care about her will earn the coveted title of "her friend"... give or take a few years!

For love: first off I'm not sure if she's capable of such a genuinely selfless feeling. Her 'love' is entirely toxic and selfishness, a possessiveness of someone body and soul such that they are devoted entirely to her. They must be entirely subservient to her, worship the ground she walks on, and yet also have the intuition of what they can and cannot do with/for/around her (with the drive to do what needs to be done if she does not expressly order or request it). It's a tough job, but let's not call it entirely thankless.

She does take care of her beloved toys/tools/pets.

18. Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

omfg love this question.

Minovae:

Morolai:

#oc: minovae arangeir #oc: morolai valduin #ask game #ask meme

[renaerys]

Don’t take this the wrong way cause I’m just curious and this is my first time on your tumblr account lol (I’ve been following your blossick fics). I’m familiar with Naruto since I was young and I was wondering about how you got into the sasori and Sakura ship cause for me it’s very random. What made you ship them instead of the canon ship? You’ve probably answered this before so sorry if I’m asking!

Not at all! That's a really good question. I'll put it under a Read More because 2014 fandom ptsd re the end of Naruto taught me too well.

The tl;dr for why I don't like the canon SS ship is that I thought they had nothing positive in their foundation, which was only made so much worse in the final chapters. There were plenty of opportunities for Kishimoto to show us that they had chemistry and actually cared about each other in a meaningful, non-superficial way over the course of the manga, but bizarrely he did the complete opposite in a way that felt not just careless, but downright malicious at times, especially in the final war chapters. It was honestly offensive to read, even as an anti-shipper, and I found myself feeling really bad for the people who like that ship in the end. What a shit way for their OTP to become canon.

I'm not going to get into the dirty details here because that ship fandom is fucking demented about anti sentiment, even when it's delivered in a respectful way. Frankly, I don't have the time or patience anymore to debate online about a fictional couple in a manga that ended years ago. If people like the ship, cool! I hope they have fun shipping it and making good content for it. I happen not to like it, and I'm extremely comfortable in that camp and always will be.

As for SasoSaku, go re-read the manga where they fight! It's the hottest villain/hero encounter I have EVER read. There are some very compelling takeaways from that fight:

They have diametrically opposed world views, and yet they both demonstrate a willingness (and even a desperation) to understand something about the other's point of view. And they actually accomplish that, to different degrees, in the end. Sasori lets the last attack hit him because Sakura got through to him and made him acknowledge that he had failed, that he had made a mistake, and that he was never truly alone. I think he realized in that last moment that the "life" he was living was no life at all, and that he maybe could have made different choices if Chiyo had done a better job being there for him and if he had let her. It is so staggeringly beautiful that I literally cry. When she yells at him "why is that the only way you can see the world?" and is so angry and so emotional because it feels so personal to her now, I just completely fall apart. If only he could have seen and done things differently, what kind of life could he have led? I think she mourns this in a way, and I think not a single person has ever shown him that type of empathy before now (that he was willing to listen to) and it totally destroyed him.

Sasori is the second person aside from Tsunade to have ever acknowledged Sakura's real power and capabilities--and he is a villain trying to kill her! And he's a rude, entitled, unspeakably selfish person who would rather get stabbed than not get the last word. If that's not a show of the humanity he still has even if he doesn't want to admit it, idk what is. And then he rewards her for killing him? For a dude who keeps berating her about doing pointless things their whole fight, he sure does feel okay doing something completely pointless for her in the end (not for Chiyo, btw, but for Sakura). He took her seriously in this fight, and we saw her feeling so thrilled about showing off her strength and her abilities and how she'd beaten his poison. Sakura was living in this fight, it's all over her face in the panels, and Sasori was living right alongside her as she visibly impressed him each time he thought he'd gotten her and she got right back up and kept going. They were held up as equals in this fight, not necessarily based on shinobi skill alone, but as people with goals and feelings and a violent desire to be seen in the eyes of another they consider truly worthy. I mean, how is this not art and also super fucking hot?

SasoSaku is the first real ship I ever shipped. It was my shipping awakening. I will never forget when that fight first happened in the manga, waiting each week to see what would happen next, and realizing holy shit, this is what the foundation of a real enemies to lovers romance is supposed to be? Go re-read the manga chapters and pay attention to those points I made. I hope it completely blows you away like it did to me!

#i wrote a sasosaku manifesto years ago #sadly i don't have access to it anymore but #this is like the tl'dr version off the cuff #why I ship: sasosaku #is this what the youths call meta? #naruto meta

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@howtodisassembleyourdeviant​ asked:

What are the three things in your life you’re most grateful for?

Do you have any habits that others would consider weird?

What’s a lesson you had to learn the hard way?

(for Alma)

What are the three things in your life you’re most grateful for?

“Arda is easily on the list,” Alma answers without hesitation. “I’m glad to have someone that understands me as well as my sister does.” He has to think a while longer on the other two though. “I believe my gratitude also goes out to Dr. Chen. We do not always get along as well as I would hope, but she is my creator, and I appreciate that she tries her best to do right by me, even if she doesn’t always understand. Aside from that, I am grateful for the few friends I’ve made. I know I’m still slowly getting to know them, and building the relationship is difficult for me. But I appreciate their patience and willingness to befriend me.” Alma has a few people in mind that mean more to him than they probably realize.

Do you have any habits that others would consider weird?

“I’ve been told my habit of being formal with others is odd. Apparently I am uncommonly professional, even in settings that don’t warrant it. But I never know when it is expected of me or not,” Alma admits. “I feel more comfortable assuming most interactions are formal.” As an after thought he adds, “It is also considered unusual to humans that I eat, but not as often as them. I only have to eat about two, maybe three, meals a week.”

What’s a lesson you had to learn the hard way?

Alma’s face darkens a bit as he hears this question. “That not everyone has good intentions. There are people out there that are malicious and selfish and do not care about others at all. They will go as far as hurting others to get what they want without feeling remorse. In fact, they may even take joy in it.” He seems disgusted at the thought. “I’ve fallen victim to such persons in the past, and it has made me more cautious now.” His trust issues stemmed from more than one person, but Dr. Evander Graves in particular was someone that stood out amongst the offenders.

#open asks #oc alma #(thank you)

[ctraceywrites]

Hey, I saw your post about substack and I wanted to ask, basically "why?".

Substack has had controversy since 2020 when transphobic alt-right figures were offered "substantial advances" to build the initial following. (I linked an article in my reblog if you'd like to know more)

So, it is my understanding that anyone who was paying enough attention to the platform to consider joining it, knew what platform it was. Why do writers who chose to be on a transphobe platform, who might stay or hesitate in leaving what is now a nazi platform, deserve patience and grace instead of harsh criticism?

How many buses can trans people patiently wait under while people like this continue to ignore our needs and warnings for years at a time?

I think the answer mostly comes down to access to information. When Twitter went to hell people just jumped to whatever site seemed like the best option at the time.

Most people just don't really look into it very deeply. If information is being passed around enough that most people are aware then people can make a more informed decision.

This is actually the first in hearing about any previous controversy, but considering the current controversy I'm certainly not surprised by it.

There's so much mess in the world right now, no one can possibly be conscious of everything at once. I wish I had known about how transphobic substack was at the start, I wouldn't have made my account if I had known.

All I knew was that Twitter was burning and writers I followed, including trans and trans-supporting writers, were migrating there.

It's not a malicious choice, or even really a neglectful one. Everyone's just burned out and tired from so much Bad in the world, but we still need to make decisions about how to move forward. Sometimes that means realizing we made a bad uninformed choice and having to reestablish ourselves elsewhere, and we have to do it in an internet landscape where we're mostly beholden to which ever corporation is the lesser of two evils.

[oonajaeadira]

Dumb question, is shell a friend of pats or is she a client?

This is the opposite of a dumb question, you beauty.

(For those of you coming late to class, Shell is the receptionist in GTTT that gives Preciosa the insider information to apply for Pats' services.)

She was the instigator to all this madness and has been marginally mentioned here and there. Your curiosity about her is warranted. 

You wanna know more? So does our girl.

Truth or Dare: Anything I Want (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

Warnings: smut under the cut

(gif by hoberynmartell)

“Truth or dare.” You’re already sitting up against the headboard, oiled, heavy-limbed, heavy-lidded. 

Milking the anticipation, he makes you wait while he pulls his shirt up and over his head, pulls down his underwear to reveal that–as usual–he’s ready to go.

He’s had a week to puzzle this out, figures he’s pegged you wrong, that you might intentionally make the dares harder than the truth to entice him there. Like a game of rock-paper-scissors, he’s tried to predict the obvious choice and if you’d expect that, and then maybe he should surprise you and try to choose beyond that expectation…

But why? Why overthink and try to best you? Why shouldn’t he be giving you exactly what you want? Isn’t this a game where you both could win? That might be more fun.

And this way, by your own rules, all he has to do is answer a question and he can request anything in return, give up a tiny bit of control in exchange for whatever he wants. He’s perused the menu ahead of time and come to the table hungry with his order; hasn’t been able to forget the warm wrap of your mouth since the hotel room and he feels himself swelling with the thought…

Crawling up on the bed between your legs and pressing his hard length against your soft flesh, he offers a low, “Truth.”

You came prepared. “Tell me about Shell.”

What.

He’s suddenly locked in place, completely shocked to stillness, all but his brow which collapses painfully downward. Shell? His contact? The woman who referred you to him? His eyes question yours, not quite understanding where you’re going with this or what you already know. Have you been talking to her? Why would this information be important to you? He thought you might ask him more about his personal life, his childhood, his love life, his feelings–

This is somewhat alarming. 

But then he sees it. The patience as your eyes wander his face. He feels it as you reach up easily to move a curl away from his forehead, your knuckles grazing his cheek as they return to rest at your heart. The request isn’t malicious. Or playful. Or born of jealousy. Just patient curiosity.

And what’s more, it’s open-ended. He could tell you about her love of garlic and bowling. Or he could tell you how she believes in karma and is constantly doing favors for people to balance all the shady deals she makes. But he thinks he knows what you’re asking. Well…except…

“That isn’t a question.” It comes out more playful than he meant it to be.

You don’t adjust the wording. You simply roll your hips the tiniest amount to slide yourself along him, and he breathes in sharply, sits back on his heels and takes your feet in his lap to massage them while he speaks.

“Anything I want?” He asks, making sure you both know the terms of the agreement.

A little nod. A teasing smile. “Anything.”

“Okay.” How much does he want to reveal? Where to begin? “She’s a friend,” he concedes, working his thumbs lightly into the arch of one foot, stopping at a reflex point to let you breathe. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“How do you know her?”

“She was the receptionist at my old clinic.”

“And you just…recruited her to find clients for you?”

This rips an involuntary chuckle out of him. “Me? Recruit Shell? More like the other way around.” Moving on to your toes, he can’t harness the smile pushing at his cheek. “Nobody bosses Shell around. She’s her own beast.”

“So this was all her idea?”

His steady gaze floats to yours as he continues to work at your joints, softly, slowly, knowing the soporific effect it can have, especially when paired with his purr. He wants you relaxed. Pliant. “That’s right. If you like what I’m doing here, you have Shell to thank.”

As you close your eyes and sigh into his touch, he admits to himself that you’re not the one that owes Shell some gratitude. She knew what she was doing when she sent you his way. Somehow knew you would wake him up, challenge him, knew better than him that you’re exactly his type…

“Will you tell me how it came about, Patricio?” 

Your whisper is intimate, pretty, your mouth curling around the words, licking at his name. This is like standing on the edge of a dropoff, one he knows is there but can’t really see. How many steps can he take before he teeters off the edge? Has he become numb to the feeling of danger? Is this worth the risk?

He could make it worth the risk.

He could pull you over that boundary with him.

He picks up the dice and enters the game.

“I’ve answered your question. If you want more, I’ll tell you more, but I’d like to cash in first, if you trust me.”

It’s not quite trepidation radiating off you as your eyes meet his and your breath comes quicker. Not exactly. More like…

…thrill.

“Okay.” You swallow. Lick your pretty lips meant so recently to be his ultimate goal. 

But he’s not going there tonight. Oh no. If you’re asking for vulnerability, he’s going to show it to you. Given true carte blanche, now he knows what he really, really wants.

And it’s not what he wants to do to you.

Reaching over to the side table and opening a drawer, he brings out a number of items, handing you a latex glove. “We’re gonna go slow with this, okay?”

Your eyes glance over the toys–the lube, the dildo, the harness–and the troubled expression on your face confirms that he’s truly found a button you never thought he’d push. “You look nervous. You said anything I wanted. This is your game, remember?”

“Yeah...I…I just…don’t know how…”

He chuckles softly as he slips the harness around your feet, up your calves, over your thighs, “That’s okay. I’ve done this before. I’ve got you. Up.” He pulls you gently to your knees on the bed, urging a wide stance and guides your hands to his broad shoulders for stability…and you need it. The inside of the harness has a little something for you and you gasp as he inserts it, and again as it settles against and within you when he fastens the buckle. “That’s good. I think you’re going to enjoy this. Glove goes on your dominant hand.”

Once he’s got the dildo attached to the front of the harness and squeezes a generous amount of lube into your gloved palm, he instructs you to play. “Go on. Stroke yourself. Get it lubed up.”

Damn, you’re pretty. Kneeling on the bed, fucking your hand, just a little self-conscious, the coyness is intriguing and he finds himself solidifying. The dildo isn’t big, just enough to be pleasurable and hit the right spot, but it suits you somehow, matches your stature, matches your ability to fit him so well.

“Okay, Preciosa,” he presses a gentle kiss against your mouth, “Breathe. You’re going to do great. I trust you.”

You follow direction gloriously. The gentle easing of his opening. The slow insertion. Oh, fuck. Reading his body and knowing when to push and when to pull, when to sustain and when to glide. He can hear your little pants back there, knows the tug and press of the harness nub is doing its work on you, can feel its effect transmitted through the dildo inside him, knows when you’re close. Even without seeing those pretty parted lips, knows it so, so well.

You’re being so careful with him, so tender, but not overly so. Your confidence comes out in your steady, smooth pace, knowing he won’t let you fail. After a while your hands move from his hips, exploring his back, his thighs, reaching forward to slowly, desperately claw at his hair.

Fuck.

He reaches back around him. Takes your hand and pulls you forward on top of him. Wraps it around himself and covers it with his own. Moving back against you to take control of the depth and pace, he takes the burden from you. As you find your own climax, he uses your fist to chase his own, violently spilling, forcing out a strained growl of holy swears. His breath hitches as you come, a sharp surprise as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, not painfully, hardly deep enough to leave a mark, but enough for him to understand that this won’t be the last time you fuck him.

A knot within him slackens. Giving in is easier than he expected.

“Good. You did so good. Breathe.”

While he cleans you and prepares the room for your nap, he’s generous with your reward. You’ve earned it.

“Shell. Shell’s one of the few people I really trust.”

_______________

Back when he worked at a regular massage clinic, Shell had been the main receptionist for a while. She was always good for a joke or a bit of sass. Sometimes after closing she might stay and help clean up his treatment room in exchange for his help with a bad knot or sore shoulder. She preferred another therapist for her regular sessions, but would always come to him if there was a concentrated spot, anything that could be treated quickly without taking off her clothes.

They started going out to drinks after work once a week–nothing like what you’re thinking–just bullshitting, her about her wife and him about his ex. She’d tried to set him up a few times. Shell was good at guessing his type. But nothing stuck. He’d recently been through therapy for sex addiction but wasn’t so hot to tie himself down to one person again.

She’d found out that he was good with computers and technology and asked him to develop a website front for her, allowing her to sell pot brownies and other light medicinally-centered recreational goodies, online but off the radar. Nothing truly shocking, but not all of it completely legal. Easy enough.

The incident that happened–the one that caused him to leave his practice–Shell was the only one who knew the truth and covered for him. She left that clinic shortly after and found another, primarily so she wouldn’t have to answer questions. It was her way of protecting him.

They still met for drinks now and then. Her side hustle was doing well. But his life…well, that was a bit of a wreck for a while. It was at one of these happy hours that she proposed a scheme. Instead of trying and failing to control his addiction, he could just meet it head on and get his fix. She could earn commission off good referrals and be a second contact for his own safety. But really, he could have something of a practice again, one that was unique and fulfilling. One that could scratch all of his itches at once...

________________

“...and that’s why I’m able to be here to take care of you like this.”

He watches your chest rise and fall, listens to the soft cycle of your breath. You’re just at the turning point. There’s a new facet about you that he can’t quite define, the fact that you stepped over the edge with him so willingly, fell without a single scratch, so resilient, like a fucking diamond… something preciosa...

He really should take Shell out for a drink. For a dozen.

While you sleep, he stands naked in his kitchen, waiting for the water on the stove to boil so he can sanitize the toys. There’s something in him that is slowly relaxing, slowly unwinding, slowly letting go. Your game is dangerous, yes. But when will he get another chance like this? 

Why not... play?

He’s still in control of his own boundaries, and he can call a stop to it at any time. Why not be patient and see where you intend for this to go? If it’s what you want and he gets this much enjoyment out of it, then he’d be a fool not to let you hold the dice. Right?

It’s not a great strategy but it’s better than no strategy.  And he knows you’ll honor it.

After all, you do take direction very, very well.

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NEXT

SERIES MASTERLIST

#pedro across the street #good things take time #calls fanfiction #14

[lupically]

#F40B32 | RYOMEN SUKUNA.

genre | light fluff, light angst, very faint romance undertone 

word count | 2616

warning | mention of death, mention of injury, mention of killing, decapitation 

note | i just wanted to try my hand at writing for a villain that is obviously irredeemable in a semi-realistic way.

what happens when you are irredeemable? you will fall in love anyway.

but ryomen sukuna wasn't in love with you. after all, he had killed you one too few times to claim that he was in love with you.

the first time he killed you was out of instinct. you were an intruder touching his soul the way mahito did, except you barged in without any malicious intention. he had gazed over your fallen body with mild interest then; a mere mortal, yet you emerged from thin air into his locked tight domain without dying?

the second time he killed you was a choice. he gave you not a minute to explain yourself, even though you had wasted the minute asking questions about his identity and the skull-filled area instead of giving him any valuable information about yourself. he had been fed up, he was never a man of patience, so he killed you with a wave of his hand and returned to his dull life alone on his throne.

the third time he killed you—he did not kill you. there was no third time; people liked to say the third time's charm but sukuna believed no such superstition. he killed you twice already and each time, you came back unscathed, both your body and your memories. whether he liked it or not, killing you for the third time would do neither you nor him any benefit, so he kept you alive.

you were afraid of him. he could tell, and he meant for things to be that way until he realized it served as a misfortune on his part. in order to understand this mystery—your sudden appearance into his domain, as well as your inability to leave it and his inability to kick you out—he has to gain some piece of information about you, but you were too shaken up from being murdered to talk to him at all.

sukuna's patience was reaching a breaking point and he thought about torturing it out of you, but he understood that humans are fragile, way more fragile than your typical jujutsu sorcerer. he could accidentally kill you and you would return with no scars and more unwilling to converse with him than before. then it was the waiting game all over again.

he wasn't planning on going through such a dull ordeal again, so he left you be and waited for you to calm yourself down.

the first time you talked to him, you asked him a question.

"are you going to kill me?" you asked him.

sukuna peered down at you from his throne. small, frightened, curled into a ball with no desire to touch the skeletons at his feet, but you looked up at him out of politeness.

he scoffed, displeased. "no, but i always can."

the second time you talked to him, it was to exchange a brief introduction.

"ryomen sukuna," he hummed curtly then he nudged his chin toward you. "your turn."

you shuffled up to your knees and sat down on your heels. your fingers fidgetted at your lap as you timidly peered up at his tattooed, disinterested expression.

"[full name]," you said with a nod, unable to meet his eyes. "nice–nice to meet you, sukuna-san..."

the third time you talked to him, you flinched.

"ma–may i ask you two questions... if i can...?" you asked, for the first time standing up to face him directly.

sukuna leaned away from his propped-up arm. after taking a better look at you, accessing your figure analytically despite having seen you move around slowly for days already, he shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robe and he suddenly jumped down from his throne to stand before you.

you pursed your lips nervously over his looming figure, face heating up with terrible anxiety while your eyes darted down to the watery ground. oh, his presence has been so overwhelmingly deadly that you forgot your white tennis shoes were stained red and your pastel ankle socks remained wet. you did not dare to complain, not even in your head.

"i'll allow it," he said.

"where am i?" you quickly asked.

"an innate domain," he replied.

you have questions, but you decided not to ask. you only nodded after breathing out a soft sigh to calm your nerves. this man constantly sounded condescending, he was kicking open your comfort zone without actively doing anything that would make you uncomfortable.

"okay..." you said, "thank you."

"aren't you going to ask me another question?" he stated with a raise of his brow. "you wanted to ask me two questions."

you gulped, blinking hopelessly at the air as a grimace appeared on your face. "the first question was if i can ask you two questions, and the second one is about where i am... so that makes two."

oh, a meticulously cautious one, and somewhat humorous too he would give you that. sukuna scoffed loudly, but it was less out of annoyance and more out of disbelief of your incredible dullness. however, as plain as you were, he has grown accustomed to your presence; the scent of fear that bounced off of you and the fact that he cannot kill you at will.

"you must be dying to know what this place is, are you not, you brat?" sukuna asked.

when he saw the flashes in your eyes, he knew he had you down through and through. all you were was but someone who was too afraid to say what they want, which was just as he expected from you. you wouldn't cause him trouble, you never could.

reaching his hand out of his sleeve, he stayed silent despite seeing the way you flinched with your eyes shut at his raised hand. his movement had been slow, but that was an involuntary response, an instinct that he didn't craft into you. he wondered what it was.

"you can ask me three more questions," he said as he pushed the heel of his palm against the curve of your head. he was gentle at first, then he clamped his hand down on your head as he bent his waist to meet your eyes. he laughed. "i'll allow it."

he could keep you here. he has no choice but to keep you here, and he would kill you once he realized he has the ability to. but for now, perhaps he could act a little civil, something like a human being but one that people would hate to the core.

except he was met with a little obstacle in the way, which was that you were no bad company.

the first time sukuna gained a liking toward you was when you asked him a peculiar question.

"sukuna-san," you called one time when there was only silence within the innate domain.

you sat on a bed of skulls, one that you tentatively asked the king of curses to make you so you wouldn't have to lean on the rib-cage structure and sit in water for slumber.

he denied it at first. calling you names and threatening you about ever requesting something from him—a bed in his domain? fucking atrocious. but your insomnia was killing you; you hated the blood water and your neck burned whenever you wake up having it arched at the worst angle possible.

he did not grow soft. he just made one so he didn't have to watch you sleep in his peripheral vision.

"hmm."

"why do you think curses exist?"

he raised a brow at you. "did i not teach you that before?"

"you did, sorry," you nodded, "then do you believe in god?"

"where the fuck is this coming from, you brat?"

"from where i came, god is good. but from what i am seeing, whether from where i came from or here, everything goes against that value," you muttered loudly as you pulled at your fingers. "cursed spirits harm people. if i can argue that way, i think cursed spirits are harmful within themselves."

"if god is good, and god is real, why would this happen," you said. "why should we feel negative emotions? why do we have the ability to create cursed spirits? why do curses like you exist?"

he furrowed his brows in irritation. have you reduced him to mere curses? have you reduced him to nothing but a brainless being that only takes joy in the suffering of others? no matter how he approached your words, he felt infuriated that you could minimize his importance to simply being a bad person.

he was much more than a bad person, much more than just a pain! he has ideals, he has goals and ambitions, he has wit and strength! he has anger and malevolence and power beyond which your soul could ever contain and endure! he was ryomen sukuna, the strongest curse in a thousand years and more!

he will fucking kill you.

"i'm really glad you're here, though," you finished off softly, an unknowing smile on your face as you rubbed your thumbs weakly together.

he will kill you.

"for a long time, i was told my anger and hatred aren't real. that they don't and should not exist, and i learned to bury them to the ground so they never appear on the surface again," you said, your innocent smile audible to his ears and making his chest twitch with guilt.

"cursed spirits' existence is proof that my negative emotions are real. they may be a problem, but i am not crazy for having them because they're here. they became something, they're here and alive."

he will... he will kill you.

"i just think it's unfair to put the blame on cursed spirits and cursed energy alone when the society's standard guarantees the manifestation of them," you said. "if my anger got out to the world in the form of a monster and it hurt someone, i'll forgive it. i will forgive myself."

he...

"you don't need to hear this, i wish i had your confidence, but i have to say it," you looked up and smiled at him, "i'm a little glad you're here, sukuna-san."

he will kill–he will ki–

the second time, he went stoic.

mahito was too smart for his own good. the first thing he noticed when he entered the soul within yuji's body was the way sukuna has the collar of your shirt clutched in his hand and your body pulled close to his side. it was a glance, he had one small glimpse of you both before he was kicked out of the domain.

your face was riddled with tears—crying, disappointed, and frustrated, but why? for the transfigured human whose name mahito almost forgot, or because sukuna just had one of the most sadistic outbursts you have ever witnessed.

and sukuna, the king, the lord, the almighty—didn't he look annoyed. well, not annoyed, per se. angry, mad, overwhelmed, knowing, protective. very, very, very protective; glowing eyes that glared at mahito's patched up face, fingers that gripped at your shirt so tightly he could rip the fabric apart, an aura that was ready to spit any moment if mahito so much as reach a finger toward your direction.

you meant something to ryomen sukuna. mahito realized that, so the second time he entered the innate domain, he killed you.

right before his eyes, with a cunning and triumphant smile, your neck cracked and your skin broke, and mahito tore your head off just before he was once again beat out of the domain.

sukuna tried to heal you. he tried to seal your head back to your lifeless body, time and time again pushing your decapitated head against your haphazardly cut neck. but his reverse curse technique wasn't healing you. your skin refused to piece itself back together, you refused to come back to him. time passed and he was getting mad, he was going batshit crazy trying to force himself out of this body.

bastard! bastard! bastard! he was supposed to kill you! he was supposed to be the one to kill you! he would murder that patch-faced piece of shit! he would kill mahito! and he would destroy the whole world, light it on fire and kill all that wasn't worthy of his time! he would jump universes, light-years, the bloodstream of the galaxy to find you and bring you back to him. he would—

"sukuna-san, i'm sorry i took a while! i thought you were fighting–holy shit, is that me?"

the third time, sukuna admitted to himself.

"what kind of flowers do you like, sukuna-san?" you asked, voice drowsy and your legs dangling after you climbed on one of the bones of the rib-cage structure.

"why does it matter?" he asked from his throne, eyeing you carefully.

your were a clumsy idiot. you could fall anytime.

"it doesn't, but it's flowers," you mumbled with your chin leaning against the bone, eyes threatening to close. "sukuna... sukuna..."

"what?" he snapped.

"i like lilies, the red ones," you said with a silly grin. "will you visit me when i die? sukuna... will you bring... mmm... bring red lilies..."

he looked ahead. your death; your grave, decorated with red lilies, protected and preserved with his curses. your death—he gritted his teeth. he refused to think about it. it was a waste of time.

or maybe he simply hated the idea of your death.

sukuna has not gone soft. he was irredeemable; a killer, a curse, a tragedy to descend upon mankind. he was not good and he never would be, nor did he ever have the intention to be good.

still, from you, there was proof that he could be more. what was left of his being; his anger and his torture, what was left within the gaps of his hell, the rare softness that once was there, belonged to you now.

you were the vessel that pocketed all that he could potentially become if he wasn't born to be ryomen sukuna, a version of him that you have witnessed. within you, there was proof that he did not only exist to hurt people, but also to validate madness and pain, to acknowledge passion in its murderous wakefulness. within you, there was proof that within himself, there are pieces of what it means to be human and alive.

hearing your soft breath, sukuna looked up to find you asleep with your head against the bone. your arms barely supported your weight and you were threatening to fall off as you dozed with faint snores. he stared at you, his fingers twitching, then he finally waved his hand so he could bring you away from the ribcage and to where he sat.

he paid no mind to subtlety when he set you on his lap. his hand supported your back while he kept your head pressed against his shoulder. his other arm went around your body, preventing you from falling off the throne made only for him to sit on. when he was done adjusting to the new sitting position, he relaxed.

brushing the hair away from your face, he stared down at you with disinterest, but his heart pumped and pumped for you to be warm and well, his arms tightened for you to sleep soundly.

"i will bring you all the red lilies you want," he whispered, the back of his finger gliding past your soft cheek. you did not smell like fear when you fall asleep, you did not smell like fear now even when you looked at him. "i will allow myself that."

after all, ryomen sukuna was only fond of you. very, very fond of you. 

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