#off peak arson

[inthewindtunnel]

Off Peak Arson

Vivid

<3!

#Off Peak Arson #Vivid #Bandcamp

[ckret2]

I need to know: how you think bill would be in chat if he ever got the priviledge to get a phone or use a PC?What social networks would he use?

Types in all caps at all times. Punctuation optional. If someone asks him to turn off caps he instead doubles the font size. He can do this even on sites/apps that don't allow you to change the size. He won't say how.

Considering this is 2013? He's probably a pioneer in spreading misinformation and bullshit on twitter. He's one of those "MANIFEST LOVE and $$$ get your DREAM JOB through the POWER of the LAW OF ATTRACTION" cultish New Age grifters making money off a website selling self help PDFs. He's building an internet cult.

Anyone who knows him IRL gets to hear him laughing about how stupid his followers are. However it sounds like he kind of buys some of his own New Age BS to a degree that worries people.

He gets in stupid drama and then spends all night digging up something to cancel his opponent over and sic his followers on them, not because he thinks he's justified, but sheerly for the thrill of the hunt. It makes him feel powerful. His twitter has been banned four times. People run webpages dedicated to documenting his heinous bullshit. He reads them regularly.

He's waiting til 2014 when bitcoin prices drop to like $50, buying as much as he can, spending six years waiting, and selling them in 2020 for like $69,000. He runs a blog telling people to buy crypto. He can actually foresee when the prices are going to peak and fall. He doesn't share this info. He makes bank himself and gleefully ruins everyone else's finances with no regrets. (He would encourage Mabel to buy and tell her exactly what day to sell.) (He would not tell Dipper when to sell.)

He hangs out in doomsday prepper forums so that he can make up new conspiracies and see if he can make everyone even more paranoid.

He's got a youtube channel that's a mix of all of the above BS. New Age self-help buy-crypto buy-gold our-universe-isn't-real access-the-higher-planes doomsday conspiracy mishmash. You can imagine the viewers he attracts. He disdains them all and tries to make them worse on purpose. Never shows his face, every video is a slideshow of psychedelic & pseudo-religious art (mostly stolen) with a voiceover and mystical-sounding music.

Mabel gets him on tumblr, because if Mabel has any social media of course it'd be 2013 tumblr, and probably a deviantart. She's posting her art and really badly photoshopped gif edits of her favorite cartoons and musicians, and generally acts like a normal person online.

Bill's tumblr is completely divorced from all his other horrible online activity. All he posts is cryptic rhyming couplets and terrible local photos of things that fascinate him. The photos could be anything from a car with a really sweet flaming paint job to a stunningly beautiful double rainbow over pine-covered mountains to a literal pile of dog shit because he thought it was interesting how it was drying out unevenly. Once he gets investigated for arson because he posted a picture of the house in flames within three hours of the crime. (He was, in fact, guilty, but he wheedled an alibi out of friends before they knew what he was being investigated for.)

He has like eight followers. The only content he reblogs is Eye of Providence images and pyramid images, which he tags #LITERALLY ME and thinks he's hilarious for; and also every single thing Mabel posts without exception until the end of time.

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher

[marshmallow---pillow]

Running Blind (ii)

<<Prev Word count: ~500

Warnings: Serious Injury, Blindness, Aftermath of Torture, Non-consensual Body Modification, Dehumanization, Possible Child Death

Tags: POV Slade Wilson, Angst, Choose the Ending

The kid's body is so filthy, so frail, and so breakable as Slade arranges his bony limbs in a fireman's carry. The boy's pulse is sluggish, but steady.

Slade doesn't know what he's doing. Most of his mind space is occupied by the memories of another boy with blue eyes and black hair.

(It's a lie, he does, he isn't saving Grant— Grant's features weren't that hollow—Grant's eyes were clear and blazing with intelligence—Grant's eyes were fucking functional—

Grant can't be saved—Grant's dead—his boy's dead—he isn't saving Grant—)

Slade doesn't know what he's doing and that's should be enough of an indication that his little moment of conflict is going to cost him.

Priorities and directives shift, first things first— he needs to get the boy out of here—he shoves the rest of the tumultuous emotions in a box, and walks hurriedly towards the main corridor, each step thudding loudly against the cracked gravel. The passage is fucking filthy—and reeks of human misery. This isn't the first time someone's been held here. The rest of the wing is closed off, no where to get in or out unless someone was specifically looking for it. Right in the Bats' nose hair.

The jostling must be making the kid's injuries worse. But he's survived for months—months at the receiving end of the Joker's twisted generosity—dying right now would be comically anticlimactic.

An ugly, gnarled part of him hopes that the boy's misery ends before he can reach his safehouse—spare him the haphazard mess of emotion in his chest.

He unconsciously tightens his hold on the small boy. And checks the parameter, heart thudding in his ears. At a disturbing lack of interference, he carries the boy to the car. He half expects Joker's goons to jump as he lays the boy down in the bottom compartment—but nothing happens. The Joker wanted Robin gone. He was paid to get rid of Robin.

He shoves the false bottom shut with more force than necessary. Rage overtaking the forefront of emotion.

He was duped. It was not in the contract

What difference does it make?—an ugly voice in his mind replies—and Slade—

Slade doesn't know.

The guards turn a blind eye as he drives by, their pockets heavy and lips sealed.

/|\ ^._.^ /|\

He finishes securing the last of the locks and exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. The boy's lying prone on the couch, completely unaware of the sheer havoc he's inflicted on his conscience via presence alone.

The boy's just so small, face battered beyond recognition, and hideous colors peaking out of his tattered uniform-shaped-shroud. His shoes are missing, and it's a while since they have been—because the boy's feet are a mess, and that's excluding the sad, twisted thing that's his right ankle—cut and burnt and with bits of gravel sticking out of them. The Clown wanted to discourage any attempts at fleeing.

He takes his aching head in his hands, What is he doing? He did not sign up for playing a savior or a nurse maid.

¹Wintergreen has a history in medical care

Thank you@prowlsic for helping me figure out how Slade would get Jason out, also the false bottom idea was their's

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[moonxmagix]

MCR Songs & their vibes

MCR songs and whether I think they’re day, night, sunrise, or sunset songs.  Also adding seasons.  If you get it, you get it. If you don’t then idk what to tell  you homie. I do get carried away & include scenarios I personally picture with the songs. It took me a couple hours to write this so please read. This might make more sense for my fellow autistics though:  

First album: Bullets

As an overall album I don’t have a set season for it BUT if I had to pick it would be a transition from Summer to Fall. It’s also more of a Day album for me but not ever sunny. With exception of sunsets. 

Romance - Sunset but when the sun is almost down, Summer but transitioning into Fall 

HTMIBHFTBOU - Night but just after Sunset, still that Summer to Fall transition  

Vampires - Night, but sometimes fits a cloudy rainy day, Fall

Drowning Lessons - Night, probably around 9pm, then again I get rain vibes, Fall but  exceptionally chilly this day

Our Lady of  Sorrows -  Night, Fall, i imagine being aggressively drunk to this song in  some small shitty venue 

Headfirst for Halos - Day but slowly transitions into sunset, nice fall day

Skylines and Turnstiles - Day but super rainy/cloudy to where it looks night,  Fall

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville  - Day and night because it starts  off nice then progressively gets darker, winter

TITBDE - Sunset/night but  like right after the sunset, i imagine being at the fairground & setting the firewheel ablaze, Summer transition into Fall

Cubicles - Day but cloudy, Fall but getting close to winter, being miserable at a shitty  corporate office job, coffee & cigarettes 

Demolition Lovers - Day into night, Winter, blood in the snow

Second Album: Revenge  

Easily a Fall album with SOME Winter exceptions. From the story we know I get lots of vibes of murder and suicide. I get lots of screaming and yelling between a couple vibes too. Definitely a Night time album overall.  

Helena - Day but rainy & cloudy, funeral vibes but that’s so obvious, peak Fall

Give ‘em Hell Kid - Day but very cloudy it’s almost night, Fall,  definitely ‘just got out of school 4 the day’ vibes

To The End - Night,  a very eerie night somewhere in the woods bc you & your friends found a vampires mansion and the lore to the house is that a husband & wife lived there but they killed each other, Fall

YKWTDTGLUIP - Night but you're in prison so you don’t care what time of the day it is, Fall but it’s a bit chillier because it’s ALMOST winter 

I’m Not Okay (I promise) - Day, cloudy school day with light drizzle, Fall but a bit warmer but it feels like summer because the gym teacher made you run laps outside & you threw up on the side

The Ghost of You - Day/night but cloudy (Kinda going  off MV), Winter probably 

TJLIGKY -  Late Night, downtown somewhere sketchy in a hotel, missing person vibes tbh, rain, Fall transition into Winter 

Venom -  Night but early on, I imagine fighting for something you want/to keep living/fighting for love even if it’s not necessarily romantic love

Hang ‘Em High -  Day, Sunny fall day, emo cowboy vibes idc!, Sunset later on in the song though, very sinister & hungry eyes, possession comes to mind here

Fashion Statement - Night but just turned, graveyard, crawling out of coffin in ground, Fall but foggy

Cemetery Drive -  Day but cloudy and rainy, when you were found on the bathroom floor though it was night, staring out the window like a movie, Fall

INTYWIDFAL - Dead of the Night, lots of mania & killing, Staring at the mirror with blood on your hands, Fall

Third Album: Black Parade

This album is Winter through and through! Definitely a transition into Day from  Night. Themes of death obvi  and incompletion and self hatred. Lots of fire and potentially setting stuff ablaze, so arson! Memories on memories. 

The End - Day but you’re in an auditorium watching a play/musical until Night, lots of screaming & agony, Fall but just about Winter

Dead! - Day but it’s cloudy, lots of dreaming & being taunted by death, Winter

TIHID - Night, being in the woods late at night, walking in snow barefoot & blood trailing behind, seeing ghost, Winter 

The Sharpest Lives - Night but it’s  2am, drunk, cigarettes, trying to comes to term w/ your career & how you won't achieve anything, Winter

WTTBP - Day into Night, cloudy, dead of Winter but lot’s of fire to keep warm, seeing death finally 

I Don’t  Love You - Day but cloudy & rainy, Fall transition into winter, painful breakup but we knew that

House of Wolves - Night but downtown vibes so the lights keep everything alive, running  from cops vibes, personal rebellion against church & religion, reminiscing on running the streets with friends when young, the memories are Summer but song is Winter

Cancer - Right after Sunrise, patient dies early in the cloudy morning, body stays in bed until Night though so family can visit, lots of flashback of memories, Winter

Mama - Night, arguing with family, lots of anger, war flashbacks, rainy Winter

Sleep - 4am Night,  nightmares, sleeping in shitty hotel, haunted hotel,  creaky floorboards, sleep paralysis, Winter

Teenagers - Day, Fall, zombie like & judgy teenagers, reminiscing on teenage years, violence  

Disenchanted  - Night, drinking yourself away, disappointment, feeling like you didn’t do enough, Winter, around Christmas

Famous Last Words - Night 12am, realizing your memory will forever live on, coming to terms w/ death, Winter but the fire is enough to keep you warm

Fourth Album: Danger Days

If you say anything else but Summer you're just wrong. Blazing summer heat & just sweaty musty & dusty mf’s.  Themes of fighting for what’s right, the power of friendship & love. Partying in the desert. Obviously a Day time album. 

Na Na Na - Day,  blazing hot in the desert, partying at some underground rave, hanging head out window to shoot the corporation ppl, robbery, Summer

Bulletproof Heart - Sunset, lots of smiling & laughing w/ crush, trying to runaway with crush to somewhere better, one of the lovers dies because of Korse, Summer but it’s very breezy 

SING - Night, “I’m gonna save the world” vibes, sneaking  around,  cool Summer night

Planetary (GO!) - Sunset but it’s just about to be night, partying, lots of colorful lazerbeams and strobe, very sweaty,  Summer 

TOHFMIY - Sunset, fighting for friends & showing them love, taking pictures with friends on a desert cliff, Summer

Party Poison - Day, pompous ass character, fighting for what’s right, protest, Summer

SYIHTB - Day into Night, fighting off the Exterminators, stealing cars & sneaking off, sneaky make out session, helping friends get away from Exterminators, Summer 

Scarecrow - Day almost Sunset, feeling safe, finding a place to rest & collect thoughts, maybe mourn the people you lost, being found &  have to keep moving, Summer but it’s not humid

Summertime - Day into Night, so much love, finally got with crush, telling story of them, sappy,  laying in the desert/on-top of car & staring at the stars, hot Summer day but chilly night

Destroya - Day, horny, so hot you had to get almost naked, fighting against corporation  by holding a concert of sorts to raise awareness, borderline dehydration, blazing Summer heat

The Kids From Yesterday - Sunset, reminiscing hard, missing childhood/younger self, living in the moment, hand holding w/ friends, realizing you’re not actually alone, Summer into Fall

Vampire Money - Day, causing chaos with friends, so many crimes, more crimes,  scary teenagers, selling soul for fame, Summer in Los Angeles 

#mcr shitpost #mcr #frank iero #gerard way #ray toro #mikey way #my chemical romance #mcr fanfic #mcr albums #mcr discography #mcr revenge era #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #welcome to the black parade #mcr lyrics #mcr5 #three cheers for sweet revenge #i have too much time on my hands #had no reason for this #mychemicalromance #dont tell me im wrong i can't handle that

[raineandsky]

#57

tw fire / arson

The street is engulfed in a burning blaze. The buildings next door will adopt the flames too, and before long the entire city will be alight with the villain’s master plan.

Everything is coming together just as he wanted. By the time the heroes get here, the destruction will be too great to do anything but salvage whatever little remains. The fallout will give them plenty of time to get everything in place for his final big show. 

The villain lets the flames warm his face from where he’s watching the carnage. Everything is perfect.

There’s a light tug at the end of his coat. “Mr. Evil?”

The villain gives the spot next to him a frown, before pointing it downward—a child, a wholeass child, clinging to the hem of his coat with a little too much force, wrinkling the usually smooth fabric. A glance around gives him no inkling as to how they got here.

“Hey, uh…” The villain has to raise his voice over the sound of the buildings crumbling around them. “If this is your kid, can you come and get them? I won’t attack you.”

Nothing. Either no one is willing to risk their neck or this kid is somehow out here alone. Wonderful. Of course this would happen to the villain as he’s trying to reach his peak in life.

“Look, kid.” The villain squats down to the child’s level. They don’t let go of his coat like the villain had hoped, and so he sets about carefully prying their tiny fingers off. “It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be out here. Where’re your parents?”

The kid laughs brightly, as if the arson of the city they live in is entertaining. “Mr. Evil!”

Clearly there’s been an attempt to teach this thing stranger danger, but maybe the concept of ‘evil’ hasn’t quite gone in yet. 

The kid points up to where the building opposite is ragefully burning. “Boom!” they squeak, and they clap their hands joyfully when it responds by creaking on its supports.

There’s no one around but the villain and this child that looks to barely be in the double-digits. He can’t leave them here. He’s a villain, not a degenerate. There’s screaming nearby as people flee the impending blaze.

He stands back upright with an irritated sigh. He can’t believe he’s letting morality he shouldn’t technically have get in the way of everything. He holds a hand out to the child expectantly.

“Come on,” he says with what he hopes passes off as kindness, “we should be going.”

The kid has a concerning lack of hesitation in taking his hand, a bright grin on their face as they watch the flames engulf everything.

There’s people making their getaways a few streets over, moving from the flames like a terrified flood. The child watches everyone absently as the villain tries to pick out anyone he can hand them off to.

“Hey, you!” the villain calls into the fray. “You, in the blue shirt!”

A woman miraculously slows down, swimming through the current of people to reach them. “This kid needs to go,” he tells her urgently. “They’re lost—find their parents if you can.”

The kid turns up to the villain with wide, puppy-like eyes as he lets go of them. “Mr. Evil?”

“You’re going to find your parents, alright?” he says. “Go now, before the fire spreads. I have to, uh, go look for other people.”

The woman nods, bending down to the kid with her hands out. “Come on, kiddo, let’s get going then.”

The villain has let go of the kid, but said kid doesn’t seem to have the same idea. Their grip is back on the bottom of his coat, tucking behind him like he’s the safest person in the world. It takes a frankly embarrassing amount of effort to push them into her arms. They fight it the entire time like they’re being kidnapped.

The woman turns on her heel to continue her escape, and the child gets one last look at the villain from over her shoulder.

“Mr. Evil…?” they say uncertainly. The moment it’s clear the villain’s getting further away they burst into tears, their wails echoing through the collapsing city around them.

The villain lingers worriedly, waiting until the pair are out of sight before turning on his heel to finish what he started.

God, he’s a villain. An upset child shouldn’t make him feel bad. His heart hurts though, much to his dismay, and he knows that he never wants to see a kid caught up in his plans again.

Goddamnit, he doesn't even like kids.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #tw fire #me: hm. im not very good at writing kids. lemme do it anyways #i went to a car boot this morning too. woke up at 6:30 in the am for it rip #made a lil profit and got rid of a load of my junk so essentially got paid to clear my room out!!! hell yea!!!

[queenlua]

yesterday i put on a playlist of "Country Music Women Singing About Murdering Their Husbands" (for writing inspo reasons you understand)

and i damn near pulled off the highway when Martina McBride's "Independence Day" came on because, what, that "Independence Day"? the song whose chorus was blasting fucking everywhere during peak post-9/11 rah-rah-america era??? isn't that song just I Love My Country (which is a completely different country subgenre)???

so yeah, it turns out if you actually listen to the verses, it's about a battered woman committing a murder-arson. that's the day of reckoning babey. good for you mcbride & also sorry i (and apparently a bajillion other people) missed the point for like two decades

#also. i'm pretty sure reyson would be into the Country Music Women Singing About Murdering Their Husbands subgenre #calling it now

[dawnagustd]

party time || jhs

Part of the Jack N’ Jill Series: Encore | Danger! | Party Time

⇢ Drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​ 

    ⤞ Ticket: Early 2000s Block Party     ⤞ Main Event: No Underwear     ⤞ Games: BDSM Chambers/Sex Rooms | Humiliation | Clothed Sex | Makeshift Restraints | Edging 

 ❂ Lovers Through the Ages    ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia through @bangtansorciere​ 

⤐  AU Type: A Modern Love ⤐  Themes: Secret Relationship | Forbidden Love ⤐  Kinks: Public Sex | Exhibitionism | Doggy Style | Praise Kink | Mutual Orgasm | Mutual Pleasure | Overstimulation / Edging | Clit Torture | Spanking | Body Worship | Orgasm Denial | Crying / Dacryphilia | Pain Kink | Losing Mind to Pleasure | Restraints | Dirty Talk | Bimbofication | Corruption Kink | Multiple Orgasms | Nipple Torture

⤞ title: party time ⤞ pairing: lead rapper!hoseok x drummer!female reader ⤞ genre: angst | smut | supernatural | secret relationship | friends with benefits | rich kid!reader | bad boy!hoseok | rock band au | early 2000s setting | forbidden love | undead/zombie au ⤞ summary: Why run away from bad, when it feels so good? ⤞ word count: 4.7k ⤞ warnings: strong language | alcohol consumption | cigarette & weed smoking | mentions chemicals & hazardous areas | mentions arson & other criminal activity | some dark humor | neither of them are completely human anymore | mentions death | strict parents | jealousy | explicit sexual content | consensual knife play | standing doggystyle | dom!hoseok | sub!reader | body worship | public sex | teasing | exhibitionism | finger sucking | spanking | cum play/eating | degradation | light brat taming | clothed sex | gagging | bondage/restraints | nude photography | erotic humiliation | overstimulation | sadism & masochism | crying | nipple play/pinching | multiple orgasms | forced orgasms | corruption |  unprotected sex | fingering | edging | hair tugging/pulling | voyeurism | throat grabbing | big dick!hoseok | orgasm denial | bimbofication | hoseok with painted nails | toxic behavior | clit play | marking | rough/passionate sex | limit testing | name calling | creampie | This story contains dark themes. If you know you are not comfortable with any of these warnings, please do not proceed. It is my job to warn you, but yours to read responsibly. Also please remember that this is fiction. Infections, STDs, and other health risks do not happen unless I write them in. ⤞ rating: R/18+ ⤞ a/n: Heyy!! It’s here!! As promised, it’s short lol. I wrote this during the peak of my pmsing lol so I apologize if it’s not giving what it’s supposed to. Thanks so much @jjksblackgf​ for reading a portion of this for me and to @raplinesmoon​ for volunteering her time to me. Well, I’ll stop chatting and let you all get to it. Also, I reviewed this but there still may be mistakes. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.

Playlist | Main Masterlist | Kink Hour Drabble | Danger!

The “move bitch!” hits harder when you actually need someone to get the hell out of your way. Whatever Ludacris was on when he recorded the song playing through the speakers, is the same mood you’re in tonight

You’re usually the most rational person of the group; your friends blame your strict upbringing for that—but tonight it's the hell with it. You’re pissed off, restless, and a little horny. Just having a little trouble adjusting to this change mostly. 

You still bleed, but your heart no longer beats. Wounds heal quickly, but you don’t eat or sleep. And most importantly you lack two things—a soul and self control.

“Hey Mandy,” you chirp, sitting on the couch you let your friends “borrow” from your parents’ living room.

Every weekend this is the hotspot for young adults, especially when Hoseok throws a party. This asylum shut down in the 80s, but Hoseok and his friends claimed it as theirs a few years back. Now it’s used as a hang out spot, and a place cops don’t dare to enter at night. There are people spread out everywhere, even on the neighboring deserted streets. 

Your band got off stage an hour ago, but music still blasts through the old ward speakers. The members and a handful of groupies usually chill in the lobby—where they drink and do all of their other extracurricular activities.

This place is a hazard, but it’s the only escape some of you have. Your parents would have heart attacks if they found out their precious daughter was here with the guy they told her to never see again. But they were foolish to think you’d ever leave Hoseok alone.

They were right about one thing though—fucking around with him did lead to you digging yourself a grave. However, the unknown chemicals floating around in the basement didn’t want you to leave this world so soon.

You have no idea how or why you’re still living or breathing—but you feel great. As long as no one triggers any negative emotions.

Like the bitch sitting on your man’s lap, for example. She looks at you with disgust covering her features and gives you a forced smile. “Hey?”

You nod and turn your attention to the man of the hour.

“Hoseok.”

“What’s up, ma.”

You ignore the sting that comes with the dry greeting and shift the conversation to a more interesting topic.

“Hey Mandy, what kinda car you drive, babe?”

The slut nearly shakes loose her updo while whipping her head in your direction. Her prideful smile is only seconds from being wiped away.

“The pink Benz. Like the one from the new Chingy video,” she boasts.

You can see Hoseok and the rest of your friends becoming alert because they already know something’s up.

“Hm, that’s cute. Not pink anymore, though.” You take the joint from Yoongi and take a hit, leaning back on the sofa with a long and very much needed exhale.

“Please, girl. You see the body work on my baby. Why wouldn’t it be?” She laughs and looks around at her crew, oblivious to the horrible news she’s about to receive.

“It’s on fire, sweetheart,” you inform.

“WHAT?!”

She jumps up in her little jersey dress and white K-SWISS, then runs outside screaming. Her little clique follows closely behind. Your smirk widens and Hoseok gives you a look.

When she’s out of sight, conversations carry on like nothing’s happened.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, taking the joint from your hand. If only he knew the types of things your body goes through when he speaks to you in that tone.

You usually don’t allow your emotions to control you, but it’s hard to watch the person you’re fucking show everyone else attention except you. You know it’s for the best, to keep the peace between him and the band, but sometimes it’s just a slap in the face. Do they think you’d rat them out before one of their little groupies? You have no reason to; you’re just like them. Sure, they may be better at handling this new life than you, but they also aren’t tested every day by a man as hot as the one sitting next to you.

Maybe you should just blame it on the way he behaved on stage tonight. The way his body moved to the music was sinful, but the growling was fucking demonic. How you managed to get through that performance with him acting like that will always be a mystery.

You assume you were mesmerized, so caught up in his aura to realize that your thighs were rubbing together—just like one of the whores drooling at his feet.

So, yeah you get jealous whenever he acts like that in front of them, but what are you gonna say? What can you do about it?

“Nothing.”

You try to get up so you can leave the party, but Hoseok is too stubborn to just drop it. When you feel his cold hand wrap around your arm, you fall back into the couch and allow him to slide closer to you.

“No kiss tonight?”

“Hoseok, my parents have been calling me,” you lie. “And I’m wearing lipstick, and people are watching us—” 

He scoffs. “Pretty, but full of shit. I see how it is.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a liar. A horrible one,” he tells you.

“I am not—”

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out your little flip phone, tossing it on your lap carelessly.

It almost slides to the floor, but once it’s secured you open it and examine your screen. 

“Not one person has hit you up since you told me to hold your phone 4 hours ago,” he informs and your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“Fuck, am I really that lame?”

“You are…” his fingers begin to draw small circles on your skin. You panic because this party is huge. Someone from your school could be here, private university isn’t that big. Or one of your friends could see and would want to kick you out of the band, “but it’s sexy…and I like it.”

Of course, when you try to pry away he squeezes a little tighter.

“Am I taking you home or are you staying with me tonight?” 

You look at the time and the bright “1:00 AM” mocks you. There is no way you can walk through the front door at this ungodly hour—high as a kite, dressed like what your mother would call a whore, wobbling because Hoseok’s bent you over twice on the way there.

“No, I’ll stay,” you sigh.

“You don’t sound happy about it.” He lifts his eyebrows and it disappears behind his bangs. 

“I’m just not looking forward to arguing with them, you know. All they do is argue, and when they aren’t, they’re ganging up on me.”

“Ah, let’s not think about all that shit right now; it’s bad for my soul.”

The eye roll comes naturally because only he can tell a bad joke and get you to smile. 

“You’re dead. You don’t have a soul, Hoseok.”

“Half dead, actually. My dick still works and I could’ve sworn my heart skipped a beat when I saw you in that skirt tonight.” His smirk should annoy you, but his dimples make you squirm in your seat.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because I was bending over?”

“Could’ve been…”

His words trail off and he becomes distracted by something or someone across the room. You look in the same direction and to your disappointment there’s a girl dancing promiscuously to Dirrty while taking off her clothes.

It’s about more than you can take, so you try to stand. However once again, Hoseok snatches you right back. “Slow your roll, baby.”

You huff when your plan to escape fails.

“Where are you running off to?” he questions with amusement present in his voice.

His painted nails trace the hem of your skirt, caressing your thigh to calm you down. You hate that it works, and bite your lip to stop yourself from relaxing your muscles. But it’s only seconds before you lean into his touch.

“I need to leave.”

“And miss the show?” he chuckles while pointing at the woman twirling her hips. His lips press against your ear and he whispers, “I rather see you doing that, you know.”

“You’re a pig,” you scoff and he squeezes your thigh as a warning.

“And what does that make you?” 

You gulp as his soft kisses make their way down your neck. Your clothing is bunched in your hand as you fist them tightly. Your breath hitches when his teeth graze your skin. Curious eyes begin to watch the act unfold and as soon as he starts, he suddenly pulls away.

You release the breath you were holding and suffer silently with disappointment.

“It’s attention that you want, isn’t it?” You don’t even have to answer for him to know that it’s true. He laughs, his whole body shaking so much that everyone around, including you turns to look at him. Instantly, he stops and looks directly at you. “I’m gonna leave the room and only one person’s going to follow me—it better be you.”

Your panties are soaking by the time he throws back his drink and stands up. Hoseok begins to walk away and people in every direction look on to see what your next move is. Before he can even leave the room, you’re grabbing your bag and following him out of the lobby into the asylum’s dark and eerie halls.

You have tunnel vision as you bypass all the envious eyes and side jokes. Only one thing is on your mind because you already know what time it is. There’s only one person more spiteful than you when you’re angry and that would be a pissed off Hoseok. No matter what he has planned, it’s going to be bad—but it’s still going to feel so damn good.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.”

Hoseok circles the table, his shoes thudding against the grimy floor each time he takes a step. He searches for the perfect angle, the best moment to snap a photo of you squirming and moaning in agony.

All you want is for him to touch where you need to be touched. However, all he’s done for hours is taunt you with broken promises.

“Say cheese, baby.”

As if you could do anything with your panties shoved in your mouth. 

The more you struggle the tighter your bindings become. You’d think the old cords and tubes just lying about would snap easily, but Hoseok took extra measures to make sure you couldn’t move.

“So…beautiful.”

He aims the camera at your wrists so he can capture the way the cords dig into your skin, only temporarily scarring your flesh. The sight of you tied to a gurney, defenseless and at his mercy excites him in ways only you can understand.

You share a fetish for pain—he to inflict and you to receive.

You have a whole catalog of private photographs to show the lengths you’ve gone to fulfill your twisted fantasies.

He’s always said he struck gold when he met you. Girls would laugh and call him weird for the things he liked, so when he met someone who wasn’t afraid of the dark side, he couldn’t resist tainting you and making you his.

“Now this is art,” he whispers while inserting two fingers into your pussy. You attempt to scream his name, but it only comes out as a muffled cry. “So wet. I bet you wanna come so bad right now, huh?”

“Mmhm!” 

Your eyes are blown out and beads of sweat form on your skin. Hoseok twists and curls his digits inside of you as he moves them in and out, making legs buckle and threaten to give out at any moment.

Your body works desperately to gain more friction, and just when he hits the right spot—his movements stop and he pulls out of you. 

“Not right now, sweetheart.”

The tears sting as they form in your eyes; denial seems to be the theme for tonight.

Hoseok laughs while he sucks your juices from his long fingers, and teases you for thinking he was going to let you come so easily.

It’s been hours of this—him torturing and capturing his favorite moments on camera. Your body’s so worked up and overstimulated. Though, since you’ve crossed over your tolerance is higher, and you can withstand so much more. 

Neither of you can ever resist the urge to test your new limits nowadays. Even if it means dragging it out for long periods of time. The results are always worth the wait.

“So delicious,” he comments, and you can only stare ahead at the wall as embarrassment washes over you.

His mouth is filthy and his desires are sadistic. You had no idea that either would turn you on strongly.

Hoseok snatches your panties out of your mouth and tosses them across the room. He walks over to the window, looking over the crowd before he returns to your side. 

The first blow he delivers comes without a warning, and so does the second. You’re sure everyone can hear your screams, but it’s become too much to contain them anymore. 

He stops for just a moment, only to ask you a question. His hand still rests on your ass, attempting to soothe the skin he’s abused only seconds before.

“Now you wanna tell me what’s been up your ass lately?”

His chilling touch does little to tame the heat rushing through you. Your dormant heart begins racing for the first time in what seems like forever, the throbbing nearly as intense pulsing within your core. You clench your fists as tightly as the bindings that strap you to the gurney.

“It’s nothing, Hoseok. Please, just—ahh!” you wince. “Fuck, this isn’t fair.”

“Liar, liar…if you lie to me again your ass will be on fire,” he chuckles.

The moonlight that shines into the darkness enlarges his silhouette, making him appear twice his size. The hollowness of the room allows his voice to project and ricochet off the grungy walls, giving you chills and shakes.

A sigh leaves your lips as the stinging subsides. Although the ghost of his touch still lingers in the reddened marks that resemble the shape of his palm. You cave and submit to the pleasure, moaning while his hands continue to roam all over your body.

“It’s them. Isn’t it, baby?” Hoseok leans over your body, pressing his ear against your back so he can listen to the sound of your blood pumping through your veins again. “Jealous, aren’t we?”

Shamefully, you confess.

“A little bit.”

He shushes your whimpers and strokes the hair out of your face. You feel the cords grow slack around your body, and you relax under his gentle touch. However, your reverie is short-lived because your punishment is right around the corner.

“Well sweetheart, if you wanna be a whore…” He growls out his words as he tugs your hair. The back of your head collides with his shoulder and you can only stare at the stars through the hole in the roof as you wait, your legs trembling with need. 

He collects arousal from your inner thigh and brings it to your swollen lips, smirking when you absentmindedly dart out your tongue to taste yourself on his fingers. “Oh, I don’t have any problems treating you like one.”

Hoseok moves swiftly when freeing you from the device he’s created to restrain you. He pulls you to your feet with your hands still tied behind your back, and you require his support to stand properly because your legs can no longer keep you up on their own.

“Come here,” he commands, and he drags you towards the glassless window.

He uses his body to pin your lower half against it, and his grip on your hair to keep the upper portion from toppling over. “Hoseok…”

He ignores you and continues to yell in your face.

“This is what you want, right?” You hear his zipper sliding open, and seconds later the blunt tip of his dick touches your ass. “You want everybody to know you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

You bite your lips raw trying to suppress your moans, but he squeezes your cheeks and forces you to let them out. The people below are clueless to what is happening five floors above them, but you’re sure before this is over they will be well aware of what is going on.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, Hoseok! I do. I fucking do,” you say while looking him in the eyes. 

He shakes your head slowly, and the tone in which he speaks is condescending.

“Shut up, you know what you want.” He lets go of your face so he can position himself at your entrance. Desperation leaves you trying to push back on his erection, but he wants to move at his own pace tonight. “You’re just a dumb little whore who’s needs me to make decisions for her. Isn’t that right?”

“Hoseok, please.”

“Uh-uh, not until you accept it,” he tsks.

You turn to him again. “I am, okay. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Still with the attitude, I see. But no worries…I can fix that.”

He chuckles and tilts your head downward to look at the people below.

“That’s a long way down, isn’t it?” he asks, and you respond with a nod.

You gulp. “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s a good thing that you trust me, huh?”

“Mmhm,” you moan once he starts to probe you with very shallow and tiny thrusts. You almost allow your mind to slip away, but his previous statement comes back to haunt you the second you remember your fear of heights.  “Wait. What are you talking about?...Ohh, shit!”

Without another word, Hoseok impales you with every inch of his dick—leaving you gasping, panting, and balling up your fists to cope with the intrusion. 

He curses as your walls squeeze around his girth, making him twitch inside of you. You both fight through the sensitivity in silence.

“Better keep your back arched if you don’t want to fly away from me,” he warns, voice dripping with amusement. His impatience grows, and he can no longer stand there buried in your warmth. Hoseok’s pace starts fast and strong. Your eyes roll back as you get lost in the feeling. 

Even though you can’t move, you still feel like you’re floating away from yourself each time he plows into the depths of your womb. “You probably wouldn’t even care, would you?”

The skin slapping noises echo through the room and drowns out your soft incoherent babbling. Your vocal cords are totally trashed after a night of singing and screaming his name over and over. You mumble responses in hopes that he can hear you, but he’s quick to tell you that he can’t.

“Speak up, bitch. I can’t hear you.” He pinches your nipple through your shirt, growling in your ear when your cunt clenches around him like a vice as a response. “Well, fuck me. So your pussy talks, but you can’t?...It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

“Come. I need to—”

“What was that?”

“I said I need to come,” you rasp, but once again your request is denied.

“Sorry, I don’t speak whore. Try again.”

You can’t do anything but sob. Mascara runs down your cheeks, and leaves a bitter taste on your lips. “Hoseok, please. I can’t.”

“I don’t give a shit!” 

Nearly at the speed of light he snatches your hair, his hunting knife coming out of nowhere to lay flat against your jugular. Your gasp seems to travel through the open air, and alert several people surrounding you. Hard bangs are heard on the door behind you, but Hoseok just keeps going, slowing down his movements momentarily.

“I knew this would get you to speak up. You were gonna come all over my dick had I not stopped,” he grunts in your ear. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

“Hoseok…”

“Shh. Don’t talk, just listen…and comprehend if you can,” he interrupts.

Your eyes close, trying to focus on anything other than the intense feeling in your core. You’re exhausted, overstimulated, but still begging for more like you aren’t already fighting to keep it together.

“Tell them,” he requests.

“Tell them what?”

“To fuck off. You’re fucking your boyfriend.” The sharp blade moves across your throat slowly, and then over your shoulder. Your body shudders when it travels down your spine, stopping at the lower portion of your back where your hands are bound. 

Your scalp stings from all the tugging and pulling, but isn’t enough to pull you away from the high you’re trying to reach. Hoseok is like the devil in your ear, feeding you whatever he needs to so he can have his way. “Do it,” he encourages.

“But—”

“But, nothing. You said you wanna be a whore. Well, whores don’t give a damn about who knows…or who sees. Tell everybody or I’ll stop. You want that?”

“No!”

His smile widens at your reaction, knowing he’s got you where he wants you. “Then tell them who you belong to, and stop being such a pussy.”

He slams into your sensitive heat, making you yelp out his name. 

“Hoseok!”

Pleased with the way everyone is now paying attention, he cuts your bindings, instructing you to hold onto the ledge and continue calling his name. He fucks you from behind and abandons his blade so he can tease your bundle of nerves beneath your skirt.

“Please don’t stop,” you beg and he promises that he’d never.

His painted nails dig into the sides of your throat as uses you like a toy and pulls you back on his throbbing cock. You’re covered in his marks already, but he still takes the opportunity to leave more with his teeth. 

The feeling in your center begins to build up again, and you’re certain you’ll go insane if you don’t reach your high this time. Hoseok’s moans and growls fill your ears, drowning out the squelching and lewd sounds coming from between your thighs. Whatever song is playing, it seems to be one that he favors because his thrusts aren’t missing a beat as he plows into you.

“Fuck, Hoseok.” This time he doesn’t need a warning because he can’t take the way you’re squeezing around him. “Please?”

Finally, he caves.

“Yeah, baby. It’s okay.”

You don’t wait for him to tell you twice. Your orgasm hits fast and hard; you have to reach behind you and grab his hair to ground yourself, leaving scratches on his arms in an attempt to cope with how deep his dick travels into your womb. 

Feral noises leave your lips when an intense wave of pleasure takes over you, and the feeling leaves you floating on air as your body attempts to come down from an overwhelming high. However, Hoseok isn’t done with you yet.

“Just one more,” he moans, but you shake your head. He continues pounding into you, and sobs begin to tear from your throat. 

“Too much, Hoseok,” you whine, but he’s only moments away from pleasure.

“I know, baby. I just can’t get enough, sweetheart. Just one more,” he begs, returning his attention to your sensitive clit. “Please.”

“Okay…!”

As soon as he gets the greenlight his only mission is to release his load, and rob you of the last bit of strength you have left. Within seconds you both are howling out each other’s name, and everyone who is witnessing the sight before them are left speechless. 

Hoseok’s seed fills your womb and soothes you until you are no longer tense with oversensitivity. Your head lolls back on his chest and your body goes limp in his strong arms.

He gives you a few seconds to pull yourself together then slowly slips out of you before he turns you around.

“Is there something you wanna say to me?” he asks, forcing you to look at him. You nod your head, and Hoseok asks you to elaborate. Your post-orgasmic high allows you to tell him without any fear or shame of rejection.

“I’m tired of sharing you,” you confess.

“Sharing me with who?”

You roll your eyes in pretend thought. “Mandy, and whoever else sits on your dick when I’m not around. I get it, you like brats, but why am I not enough?”

Hoseok kisses you before you can continue your rant of self destruction. He holds you and caresses your body in a way that brings you comfort and peace—something you’ve been craving for so long. He stares at you after your lips part, but you’re too afraid to ask what he’s thinking.

“If you haven’t realized, I’m a little fucked up,” he says after what feels like an eternity. 

“So am I, Hoseok.” You look down at yourself and then back at him. “If you haven’t noticed.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

“But ever since…you know. I’ve never felt more alive. I’m becoming less afraid to be myself,” you admit.

“A crazy bitch who burns people’s cars to a crisp?”

“Shut up.” You throw a light punch to his arm, but he acts as if it did severe damage by clutching it and whining. “It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Literally,” he adds, and you both start laughing. His smile is everything, and you wonder if it’d be too much to tell him that. Hoseok senses your conflicting thoughts even amidst the jokes, and pulls you deeper into his embrace. “I’m yours, okay. I only did that shit tonight to piss you off…because apparently that turns me on.”

“I hate you. You’re such an asshole,” you cry, but still hug him tighter. “Our hearts are beating.”

He sighs. “Yeah, they are.”

“Does that mean?...”

Hoseok pulls away before he answers. “No, your marks are disappearing already.”

You look down when he touches your wrists.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he says to you.

Immediately, you shake your head. “This isn’t your fault, Hoseok.”

“I was talking about tonight. Seeing you mad is sexy, but I don’t like hurting your feelings or making you feel like you aren’t enough for me,” he admits.

You tell him it’s all forgotten and his grin returns. This time you don’t hesitate. 

“I like seeing you smile.”

He nearly chokes on his saliva. “Please don’t make this weird.”

“Shut up! It sounded smoother in my head, okay. Forget it,” you laugh, pulling away to give the bird to whoever is shouting at you from the ground.

Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist and looks out into the night with you, using the position to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you. No one’s ever said anything that nice to me before,” he says after a while.

“Wanna hear some more?”

He scoffs. “Fuck, no.”

You giggle and focus on the city lights in the far distance, a thought running through your mind suddenly.

“So what now?”

His lips pout and he shrugs. “Depends on what you mean, I guess.”

“Like are we going to stay here or…”

“We?” he repeats and you nod.

“Yeah, we.”

“Us?”

“Hoseok,” you warn.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, earning a glare. “Chill. I haven’t really thought about it. What do you wanna do?”

“Well, Mandy is the mayor’s daughter and I kind of just destroyed her car so….”

“I guess we have to leave town then,” he suggests.

“We?”

Hoseok nods and ushers you towards the middle of the room to grab your things. “Yeah, we. Did I stutter? We die together, we ride together. Simple.”

“No matter what?” 

“Through everything,” he assures.

You stare at your feet, and you can feel as he begins to sense that something’s off. “Even if one of us got angry and busted the other’s car windows?”

Hoseok’s entire mood changes, and he removes his arm from around you.

“Run.”

You smile nervously. “Can I call you later?”

“Get out!”

You leave without another word, but your smile doesn’t fade. No one would ever have the balls to pull something like that with him, but you aren’t everyone. 

And that’s exactly why you were able to walk out of there alive—partially, at least.

#hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #jhope x reader #jhope smut #bts smut #bts x reader #bts angst #bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway #bangtansorciere #bangtangames #btsdreamcourt #bts imagines #bts fics #hoseok angst #sugakookitty

[armchairaleck]

Twin Peaks/Dragon Prince thoughts

Okay so I was never going to write a post that combined two of my sorta diametric interests - namely The Dragon Prince cartoon and Twin Peaks, even tho I've low key considered it.. but then they literally put out a fricken dream scene with Viren, Kpp’Ar, Sparklepuff and Opeli explicitly mirroring Twin Peaks.. so now I guess I will ramble on for a long time about this despite not really having anything sensible to say…

First up – massive spoilers are ahead for both Twin Peaks and TDP Season 5… Twin Peaks is in my view one of the most weird and interesting television shows ever made - like it's very David Lynch, so I guess you'd have to like that vibe - BUT if you haven’t seen it and are at all interested in watching it, and don’t want very essential plot elements spoilt please don’t read below this cut.. IT WILL SPOIL STUFF!

Not sure anyone will be left at this point, but a very condensed speed run of the twin peaks plot for the sake of drawing out some parallels later:

Laura Palmer is found murdered in her small home town where a veritable list of ner do well characters who are possible suspects also reside. Call in special agent Dale Cooper to solve the crime, so far, so police procedural…

This is when the plot starts to go a little left field - as well as the drug smuggling, illegal casino, insurance swindles, arson, doubling crossing, false murders, real murders, faked deaths, real deaths that are just part of everyday life in this quaint little rural US town, a portal exists to a place called the red room or the waiting room and to the white and black lodges which by and large represent forces of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ and hold within them certain denizens who might help or hinder, or just be completely bizarre and unintelligible depending on their inclinations...

One of the evil denizens is Bob - Bob is pretty much the representation of pure evil, he possesses people and encourages them to fill his own base desires.

After a certain amount of investigation the original crime is solved, the presence of Bob and the lodges is revealed and the show gets a whole lot weirder as it moves through the rest of the second series and the third (set 25 years later)

At the end of season 2 the good Dale Cooper goes into the red room and gets stuck in there while an identical version of Cooper emerges but this one not so wholesome and possessed by Bob.

There’s a lot more to it, but I’ll get into the relevant points and possible, tho probably very tentative TDP parallels as they come up.

Anyway to break it down.. in the short scene we see we have Kpp’Ar - here I believe framed mirroring the role of the one armed man, Mike, he could also be framed as the giant theoretically but given the arm/bandage motif I’m going to say he’s the one armed man..

The one armed man used to run with Bob until he saw the light and changed his ways, and he cut off his arm to do this a little drastic perhaps? because he had a tattoo on the arm that linked him to Bob. So a possible parallel here to Kpp’Ar having also realised his dark magic/blood tie with an ancient evil entity and trying to rid himself of it through cutting it out of his arm, go, go my guy. The one armed man acts as one of several pretty obtuse guides for good Cooper in the show.

Will Kpp’Ar come back and do this for Viren? Eh probably not, I can’t even speculate on that sort of thing, so let’s leave that parallel there.

Right, Sir Sparklepuff also gets a little cameo as the the arm/the man from another place.. a cryptic clue giver who speaks unintelligibly and also has some natty dance moves..

So the arm is a fairly ambiguous character, he hangs with the evil denizens, he hangs in the waiting room, he helps, or he doesn’t, it’s pretty vague.. he is the part that was cut out to remove the evil influence, but I’m not sure where that could go if anywhere… Onto Viren, who is framed taking the role of FBI agent Dale Cooper, Cooper goes into the red room for good reasons, he wants to save his girlfriend Annie… unfortunately he doesn’t and instead he gets stuck in there while his doppelganger possessed by Bob escapes and goes on to run merry havoc for the next 25 years…

Bad Cooper is a corrupted figure who can give corpse face Viren a run for his money annnd… he also has black eyes… nice…

This is just how your eyes go when you're evil.. so err.. stay good kids

On the other hand it does look like you have a lot more fun going feral

Meanwhile the good version of Cooper has to escape from the waiting room, and trust me, it takes a long time…

Then we have Opeli as the log lady.. now the log lady, also called Margaret Lanterman, we are given to believe was once abducted as a child by aliens (there’s a pretty strong interest in conspiracy type stuff in twin peaks without it ever completely leaning in and going there, well I guess it does, let’s just say there are a lot of things beneath the surface) Margaret grows up just fine though, but on the eve of her wedding night to a fireman there is a fire in the woods, and hubby to be goes and gets himself killed fighting the flames. Margaret takes a log from the scene and caries it round with her ever after with it being heavily implied that the spirit/soul of her almost husband is in there and passes her messages with regards to some of the goings on in the town.

Hey Opeli guess what? Rayla's breaking into Viren's study... ahem..

Like anyway why did Opeli get this role? I have no idea, she's the only available female character?? Anyway Opeli says backwards the line - the jelly tart you like is going to come back in style.. the log lady does not say this in the show, but there is a pivotal scene where all the murder suspects in the Laura Palmer case are gathered together and the guilty party is approached by a white lodge denizen and told that gum you like is going to come back in style.. that's how they find out whodunnit.

So the premise of Twin Peaks is that the guilty party is also shown to be possessed by evil entity Bob and it raises some interesting questions within the fandom regarding an individual’s culpability for their crimes or whether the possession was the root cause of them and I feel like I can’t really dance around it anymore so I will say again if this show sounds interesting and you want to watch it unspoiled with regards to the murder STOP READING HERE.. also I will be going onto the darker themes of the show and you are warned they are kinda dark…

...

Right okay it was her father, Laura’s father, Leyland, possessed by Bob raped and abused her for several years and then murdered her and others when it became clear she knew it was him.

Now every time Laura was abused in the show she sees the face of Bob not her father. There is debate whether this is trauma projection, whether it is in fact evil entity Bob controlling the father’s actions… I mean there’s a lot of interesting stuff to go into, but I won’t, because I only want to look at the possession angle here.

Okay, onto the topic of possession and free will, specifically with regards to Viren and also dark mages in general.. so we have seen Aaravos possess Callum explicitly, based on one use of dark magic, whether he was able to do this due to Callum’s proximity to the mirror... not sure? He also possesses Viren very obviously on a couple of occasions, but they also have the blood tie... so it's likely that dark magic allows Aaravos to exert his influence on those who practise it as has been explored by others.

Anyway there is another factor I have kinda been low key wondering about - whether the staff of Ziard has certain possession/persuasion potential.. now I’m not going to come out and say the staff holds sway over Viren and tells him what to do because this puts a certain absolution on Viren’s actions that I don’t think is justified by the narrative BUT I do also think it would be kinda cool if Aaravos with his links to the stars and future predictions had a way of seeing what might happen and engineering his own deliverance through the push/pull of the staff.

Not betting any hard cash on this theory...

We don’t know when Viren first gets the staff, I have to re-watch that dream sequence and possibly wait for puzzle house because I have at least some thoughts it might be what Claudia finds in there.. but he doesn’t have it in the Puzzle House pages I’ve seen and he does before Magma Titan because he takes it with him..

So... I don’t know if there is a slim possibility that while the staff might not possess a mage it might subtly lead them towards an end goal - slaying an archdragon say, who holds the mirror window into Aaravos’s prison, and thereby allowing the dark mage to come into possession of said mirror and thereby setting the whole train of freeing Aaravos in motion..

Now fine, this is a bit of a stretch, could easily be Viren is simply fuelled by his desire to kill a dragon out of revenge/hubris a desire to rekindle his relationship with Harrow (ahem) but I kinda like the idea that there is a very subtle pull leading him in that direction through the staff, and Aaravos does at least seem pleased to notice that staff in his possession, while Viren visibly shies from it throughout much of s4…

This could mirror a little with the possession/influence themes of Twin Peaks - there is a ‘good’ Cooper and a ‘bad’ Cooper, but they are really the same Cooper and it is the flaws in the good that allow for the evil influence of the bad to take hold - Cooper has a weakness for trying to save women in peril, it gets him in trouble… Viren seems to have a weakness for power and doing anything for his family, however dangerous, however vile - personally I don’t really like to read stuff purely in terms of a good/bad white/black dichotomy.. but I do like character flaws leading to the wrong path and imperilling your soul.

This all inclines me towards the Aaravos is pure evil and the Prometheus and even Lucifer stuff was just a bit of a tease. In Twin Peaks the unleashing or at least the amplification of evil in the world is linked very explicitly in one episode to the dropping of the atomic bomb, this is framed as a cataclysmic event during which mankind press the button on their own potential annihilation...

s3 episode 8 - I don't think will ever be surpassed for am I hallucinating or is there something very weird on my tv at 4am vibes

I know there have been some links between dark magic and nuclear power parallels made by other people but I can’t remember the details and it has always been something I’ve kinda chewed around a bit without having any specific thoughts or beliefs on, other than ouch corruption looks a lot like radiation burns… but I can see an analogy for something that is created to both serve humanity giving us a fairly unlimited power source, while also giving us the ability to pretty much obliterate ourselves and the planet which - tbh best not to think about how close that has already been...

Dark magic is clearly a force that can be used to benefit humanity, healing, feeding 100,000 people etc, etc.. but it is also being lined up as something that holds its own peril, that probably isn’t a power to be wielded by inconsistent, unreliable and sleep deprived humans, and it’s been given to them by Aaravos? Like I think that has not yet been explicitly stated in cannon but the signs are all there.. so hmmm..

Anyway all told this has led me down quite a few lines of thinking that I don’t really have any definitive conclusions for because they are by definition not issues that can be neatly tied up with a bow... at least not by me.

Then Viren is pretty much comatose for the rest of the season much like Coop/Dougie is season 3 of Twin Peaks.. rip my guy...

Viren having the standard reaction of anyone trying to work out wtf is going on in Twin Peaks

Anyway I have never seen any fellow Twin Peaks fans out in the Dragon Prince wilds, but if you’re out there please come and rip this to shreds if you want.. I have a sieve like memory and I’m usually pretty wrong about most stuff, plus I wrote this after 4 hours sleep due to the drop time, sooo please excuse any mistakes...

#tdp s5 spoilers #twin peaks spoilers #like I cannot stress just how many spoilers are here.. #while I know this will interest probably no one else I doubt I’ll be thinking about much else.. #the dragon prince #twin peaks #tdp viren #kpp'ar #dark magic #I am in peak niche interests somehow colliding heaven.. #I also now know why I don't write my thoughts.. it takes so long :( #thoughts

[joys-of-everyday]

SJ Bonus Notes

Some miscellaneous things following on from this post and subsequent discussions. A lot of it is my own opinion, just some random drabble.

He Only Killed The Men

Something that I’ve seen not that often but with enough frequency that it bothers me is arguments along the lines of ‘SJ only killed men in the Qiu manor, so that means it was fine’.

To which my reaction is ‘what is it about killing only men that makes it fine???’

The subtext here feels like: ‘SJ only killed the people involved in his abuse – it was for revenge, not indiscriminate killing’, which contains the implicit assumption that all the men were perpetrators, and all the women weren’t. And while there’s a bunch of complicated issues underlying this and I’m sure it’s not always meant in the overly generalised way I read it as… I get the feeling it’s sometimes just grossly oversimplified??

(This links to a feeling I have that SJ’s view on women is actually quite problematic, which I might elaborate on a later date.)

Murder bunny SJ

On that note, in the Qiu manor, yes SJ killed quite a few out of self-defence, but beyond that its heavily implied he was just going around stabbing people. Also he was taught to ‘how to commit murder and arson, how to steal, how to reap benefit from confusion’ by WYZ, and possibly killed a bunch of CQM disciples at the Immortal Alliance Conference (although, as has been pointed out, this is refutable!). All in all, this suggests that SJ was not an innocent white sheep. (But my point is that this does not imply he is a villain, or even at all bad.)

SJ and Cang Qiong

Interpretations of SJ and his friendship situation on Qing Jing usually lie in one of two buckets: ‘all the peak lords were bullies and SJ did nothing wrong’ or ‘SJ was awful and nobody cared that he died, good for him’. I think at the time of the original post I had misremembered the canon quite a bit, and was reminded of this by slytherinzidian (thank you!). Anyway, we like Nuance ofc ofc, so I’ve picked out a selection of quotes that might be useful references:  

SJ didn’t act in a way that made it easy to like him.

Shen Qingqiu had a habit of keeping his chin slightly raised, so whenever he looked at people it often appeared as if he was looking askance at them.

Airplane’s adventure log

And the other peak lords don’t really like his attitude (to the point they’re pretty happy about him losing all his memories, which is disturbing if you think about it too deeply):

Another peak lord spoke up, puzzled: “In the past he’d never give a proper greeting when meeting Zhangmen shixiong or his fellows, he never paid any of us a visit, the way he spoke was like a needle hidden in silk, his attitude was eccentric, there wasn’t anything good about him. The way he is now is much better.”

Airplane’s adventure log

Of course we have Shen Yuan’s scathing review of SJ’s character. He spent a lot of his narration attacking SJ’s attitude.

Shen Qingqiu’s character settings were stuck on “shady hypocrite.” Since on the surface he looked pure-hearted, free of desire, and immune to wicked temptations, then beneath that surface he had to be immoral, shameless, scummy, and despicable.

Vol 1, Chapter 1

That being said, SJ’s peers didn’t make it easy for SJ to act nice either. YQY had an unfortunate thing of trying to be nice and ending up off-handedly insulting SJ. For example, SJ had a genuine reason to suspect SQH (he was colluding with demons!) and YQY follows up with this:

“Qingqiu-shidi, the ways of demons have never followed any rhyme or reason, and Shang-shidi went through great difficulty to escape catastrophe; even if you have questions to ask, it wouldn’t be remiss to allow him time to recover first.”

Airplane’s adventure log

During his disciple age, Bai Zhan disciples hated SJ, mocking him, staging ambushes, going as far as to try and tear down his home. Now this might be a reaction to SJ provoking LQG, but also the An Ding peak disciples seem to hate the Bai Zhan disciples too, so equally they could just be bullying everyone (and/or SJ particularly badly).  

Everyone across Baizhan Peak was just like Liu Qingge, not holding any goodwill towards Shen Qingqiu. Unwilling to let this opportunity slip by, the disciple had immediately followed him in and begun mocking Shen Qingqiu, saying that he had a faked sense of morality and was only pretending to be noble and virtuous; for him to show up in a place like this was really causing his own sect to lose all face.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu

Btw, SJ’s relationship with the Qing Jing disciples appears to be better, and it says that SJ was well liked by his Shizun.

Yue Qingyuan’s assumption wasn’t without reason, but this time it really was wrong. Although Shen Qingqiu wasn’t liked by his peers, they didn’t dislike him so much that they wouldn’t make space for him to sleep.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu

Now LQG and SJ’s rivalry looks pretty complicated. LQG consistently manages to say some pretty insensitive things towards SJ, mocking his ability, which SJ takes badly because of his past traumas. But also, SJ is consistently threatening to kill LQG, and seemingly attacks him out of the blue (although this is a misunderstanding).

The phrase Shen Qingqiu most often said to Liu Qingge was: “One of these days I’ll kill you, Liu Qingge!” The lovely young pipa-carrying woman had long since thrown on her thin garments and rushed out the door in fear. Liu Qingge gave him a look: “With your ability?”

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu

Also there’s some implication by YQY that SJ started the rivalry with LQG, but YQY probably doesn’t have the full picture. And coupled with YQY’s ability be nice and end up accidently demeaning SJ as a result, should definitely take with a pinch of salt.

With him being thick-skinned to this degree, it was difficult for Yue Qingyuan to speak up again. He naturally couldn’t just say, if after the martial arts tournament you hadn’t kept thinking up tricks to trip him up and mounting sneak attacks to embarrass him, you wouldn’t currently have such a vitriolic relationship with Liu Qingge that the two of you can’t even bear to look at each other.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu

On that note, YQY does say something along the lines of ‘LQG’s like this to everyone, and if you were nice to him, he would be nice to you back’. This is at least half true, because SY was nice to LQG and we know where that ended up. Also, SJ does sort of goes out of his way to make their relationship worse.

[Shang Qinghua] sat up to weakly shout: “Don’t fight, you guys. Liu-shidi, you’ve got it all wrong, just now Shen-shixiong was actually…” Shen Qingqiu threw out a hand, and a series of deep cracks exploded in the wall next to Shang Qinghua’s head, dust and rocks showering down around him. Shen Qingqiu said in a chilly voice: “If you want to die then do a thorough job of it, don’t get back up midway.”

Airplane’s adventure log

Bonus on rumours: we don’t know who was spreading rumours, but the An Ding disciples were talking about SJ and complaining that he looked down on them.

Another outer disciple who, like him, had joined Cangqiong Mountain at a late age, spoke up with a sour voice: “I don’t know how that Shen Qingqiu managed to get picked as head disciple anyway, what with him having joined up so late. Everyone says he’s on friendly terms with Yue-shixiong, but I’ve never once seen him visit Qiongding Peak, and whenever he meets Yue-shixiong it’s always with a fake aloof look that’s stiff as a corpse; but it doesn’t seem like they’re on bad terms with each other, either.”

Airplane’s adventure log

Anyway, what are people’s opinions on SJ’s relationship to his martial siblings? Any headcanons?

Virgin Pee and Brothel Visits

So here is a great thread discussing SJ canons/fanons. I find it really interesting how interpreting the source material in different ways can lead to different canons, and how the added difficulty of translating throws more confusion into the mix. Anyway, to summarise some of the discussions, we know a lot of what we hear from SY about SJ’s character is inaccurate and one of the big things SY liked the rant on about was how lecherous SJ was. In fact, SJ disliked the company of men, and went to brothels to seek comfort:

It was just that he hated being crowded together with other people of the same sex. … Once upon a time, a girl like this had been their big sister. But after she grew older, she was sold to a shriveled old widower as his second wife; afterwards they left that city, and never saw her again. Liking women wasn’t shameful in the least, but treating a woman as your savior, shrinking into her embrace in search of self-confidence—Shen Qingqiu needed no one to tell him how incredibly shameful that was. So he would rather die than tell anyone, particularly not Yue Qingyuan.

Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan

Now this doesn’t exclude the possibility of SJ sleeping with women (I don’t think he was, but I wouldn’t be able to say with certainty). There are some indications of skinship with prostitutes:

In this particular instance, the tender young lady carrying the pipa had long since thrown on her thin robes and dashed out in terror. This left only the two of them inside the Warm Red Pavilion. One person’s clothes were mussed and dishevelled, while the other had not a thread out of place. The contrast couldn’t have been clearer.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu

But the pipa player might have taken some of her clothing off just to get comfortable, and SJ had just come from a fight, so his clothes being out of place isn’t unexpected. Also the young lady was carrying a pipa, so probably she was you know… playing the pipa before being kicked out?

There’s also indications of SJ being a virgin:

“And where am I supposed to find a male virgin’s pee out in the middle of nowhere?” Once these words left his mouth, he realized that Shang Qinghua was gazing intently at him. “Why are you looking at me?! As for my former self—let’s not talk about that for now. You wrote Shen Qingqiu’s original character yourself.”

Vol 1, Chapter 5

This is still ambiguous - SQH doesn’t answer the question and theoretically could have been staring at SY for any number of reasons. (Maybe he thinks SY is the virgin?) + there are probably things about SJ’s life that SQH doesn’t know.

On a thematic note, it makes sense if SJ is virgin. Lechery is used a lot by SY to illustrate SJ’s moral depravity and the twist is that a lot of it is based on unfortunate misunderstandings (e.g. he didn’t actually kill LQG).

(I also headcanon SJ as gay so another reason he wouldn’t be sleeping with women.)

On the other hand, I honestly believe there is nothing wrong with having sex. Virginity = moral purity is a narrative that annoys me. (Really annoys me. I’ll say it twice just to make it hit home. Virginity != moral purity.) Equally, I like to think there is a parallel universe (aka. some fanfic maybe) in which SJ is a straight, cis male sleeping with women, and still have all of the complexity that he would if he were a gay virgin.

QJL, SJ, LBH

Someone has pointed out parallels. I love parallels.

… This is separate post worthy.  

#why do my posts consistently turn into essays T_T #shen jiu #svsss #shen qingqiu #cang qiong mountain sect #scum villans self saving system #svsss meta #original shen qingqiu

[tartsinarat]

golden heir au!!!!!

a comprehensive guide that's in order to all things of my "the owl house" au "the golden heir" that will be updated as I go along with this au

Ps!! If anyone wants to ask questions about anything au related I would absolutely love to answer them!!

“Misc”

intro

au designs of king, Luz, Eda and Lilith

Au design of Evelyn

Nimbus aka the best boy's design

Rando Pip sketch

Grom outfits

Pip but furry edition /j (his non rotting curse form)

‘Prequel stuff”

-kid Pip character sheet (plus hooty? ig)

“Season 1”

-rando screenshot edit

-Convention but Pip is included edition

-super secret technique

-You... kept that shirt I gave you?

-umm… whatcha got there?

-the good witch Azura is peak fiction fite me

-pip gets traumatised by vine references

“Battle of the bands”

-Luz serving cunt for days

-Pip in knock off ziggy stardust cosplay

-Willooooww

“Season 2”

-pov: you get positive affirmations from the gang

-Luz, king and Pip get ready to commit arson on Halloween /j

-The Golden guard gets bullied by a 15 year old for 24 seconds straight

-Gilded birdcage

- HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

-Pip but magic lobotomy edition...

“Season 3”

-awkward sibling hug? -Pip’s extremely low effort human cosplay

#the owl house #original character #toh #art #toh au #golden heir au #the owl house au #oc #oc stuff #toh fancomic #toh fan art #toh comic #fanfiction #fanfic #luz #luz noceda #luz the human #luz toh #the owl house luz #toh oc #toh spoilers #owl house #the owl house fanart #toh s3 spoilers #toh s1 spoilers #toh s2 spoilers #grimwalker oc #grimwalker #owl house au #toh fanfic

[winkle-pickers]

MORE "SPIDEYKAIBA", "more kaibabros garabage" and "puffship"

HEHEHE. OK I'm gonna put the spideykaiba stuff in a separate post, but HUZZAH I'm so stoked for some

puffship

The story behind this one is actually my favourite classical composer story of all time: Rachmaninoff desperately wanted to become friends with his fellow composer Stravinsky, but wasn't quite sure how to break the ice. He heard Stravinsky liked a certain type of expensive honey, and just randomly showed up at Stravinsky's house in the middle of the night with a big ol' jar of honey. It worked. They became friends.

BUT ALSO THIS IS LIKE, PEAK BAKURA BEHAVIOUR, ISN'T IT?! (as I am rapidly adding more red yarn and thumbtacks to my 'tenuous connections between YGO and classical music' corkboard, a large hook comes to drag me off stage)

Hence this excerpt but with a more Jounouchi-esque food substituted:

When the buzzer in Jounouchi’s flat goes off at midnight, he’s not sure what to expect. The only people who ever drop by unannounced are Honda and Anzu. Anzu has a key and has never once in her life bothered with the buzzer, and Honda only comes at ungodly hours of the morning to clean his apartment and lecture him the entire time while Jounouchi watches TV in a half-awake stupor. “Hello?” Jounouchi says into the receiver. “Hello,” a soft voice returns. A pause. “Bakura? The hell are you doing here at midnight?” Bakura is silent for a moment, and then: “Do you like shrimp?”

I'll put the next one under a cut 'cause this is getting long, but it's a YGODM rewrite where Seto's mind crush goes. Very differently lol

Anyone who knows me probably remembers this one 'cause I've been poking away at this for actual years 💀 but very roughly (??!) it's a YGODM rewrite where Mokuba is Seto's half-brother and they don't grow up together. So when Seto gets mind-crushed he doesn't have any reason to 'put the pieces back together.' He's in his mind crush coma for two full years, and then Isono manages to find Mokuba in foster care. Yuugi & Atem's relationship is really different in this one too! It's a much slower burn to Friendship™️and there's more 'oh god an arson obsessed ghost is in my body' fear and paranoia. Basically just me enjoying dark freaky Season 0 vibes for way longer and easing into the whole plot later on when the kids are college-aged.

more kaibros garbage

Anzu had completely forgotten herself, and was examining Kaiba with open fascination - and revulsion. She moved closer to him hesitantly. “Can he...can he hear us?” she asked, her voice small. The maid Okazaki was already nodding enthusiastically, but Isono slowly shook his head. “There’s really no way to know, Mazaki-san.” Yuugi knew that the answer was more complicated than the question had been. Kaiba could hear and respond to noise, certainly; the whole reason he wasn’t hooked up to a mess of tubes in a hospital bed was because he could eat with assistance, and raise and lower his arms obediently when asked to in order to facilitate clothes-changes and cleaning. The question was whether he understood any of those noises in a meaningful way, and whether he ever would again. It had already been two years. The outlook didn’t seem so good, these days. Anzu gingerly sat down in the chair closest to Kaiba. She took another long, hard look at his vacant face. Her expression slowly began to shift. Pity. An emotion that Yuugi couldn’t allow himself to feel towards Kaiba. To pity the frail, twisted boy before him was to condescend to him, to disrespect their relationship. Yuugi had done this to him, and so he owed it to Kaiba to remember him as he had been - tall and powerful with a loud, strident voice - vicious, calculating, eyes shining like the cruelly sharp edge of a diamond - alive. Anzu reached out and gently, gently laid her hand on top of Kaiba’s. “Hi, Kaiba-kun,” she said softly. “We brought your diploma.”

#asks #lmao i'm sorry i know No One wants to read about the interpersonal dynamics of modernist composers on a yugioh art blog #unfortunately I have absolutely no self restraint #YOU'RE ALL TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME #HmmMMmmmmmmMMm sorry Kaiba I love you very much and that is why I do these things to you #What if Yugioh But Even Worse is a fav writing exercise for me #The thing that is really stopping me with this DM rewrite is that my brain is totally impermeable to TCG knowledge despite my best attempts #just bounces the fuck off like a thrown rock meeting a brick wall #SEND TWEET

[regurgitatedskeleton]

Breath of the Wild part 3:

- found another nut thing because I stacked some boxes, but the guy wants two

- got to the village

- bought a stealth hat yay

- spoke to an old lady

- she said come back when I wanna risk my life so I left

- but then I had nothing to do so I came back

- climbed a mountain looking for a shine

- found one but saw a bunny

- bunny vanished

- found a big cactus asking for money. I don’t trust it but whatever here goes nothing

- damn she’s big

- I guess she can enhance my stealth mask then. That’s nice of her

- oh she’ll let me enhance my pants too, that’s nice

- that robot in the shrine was kinda hard and it broke half my weapons but I guess it’s nice to know how to dodge

- Nevermind these chests just gave me better weapons lol

- heading towards the other village

- killed a couple of deer (?) with a boomerang. I caught on the second one. Also killed a fox with an arrow. I hope there’s no inventory limit on materials

- I see a giant. I hope he is friendly

- he wasn’t friendly. I jumped off a cliff

- travelled back to the duelling peaks tower and climbed a mountain for a shrine. It had a riddle so I went to the other one

- copied the pattern. Didn’t find a chest??

- went to the first one again and found the chest

- got another Korok seed because I pushed a boulder between some trees after getting the second chest

- plan was to glide into that spike shrine I found earlier and it worked well

- I liked that one, it was fun

- hey it’s Beedle. I remember him from Phantom Hourglass

- sold him a sapphire hope those aren’t useful

- the (second) greatest horse trainer challenged me and was very offended when I refused lol

- tamed a horse. I got a brown and wanted grey but it’s okay I guess

- something about Misko treasure

- tried horse combat. Didn’t like it

- who plants flowers like this. I get it’s a maze but Magda’s a bit silly imo

- turns out you can blow up chests. Good to know

- I wonder if Magda will be mad if I use my sword on her flowers

- meh she just seemed a bit upset

-found another stable. Some guy wants me to go to apparently the most dangerous place to ever danger and find a cookbook? He’s gonna be waiting a while lol

- floated around with a chicken. Just for old times sake lol

- found another temple/shrine thing

- those climbing things took a while to line up but we got there

- some rocks tried to kill me so I threw some bombs at them

- there was a big tower but too many guardians. I couldn’t climb the tower without being targeted so I give up

- imma climb a mountain

- found heaps of herbs

- found a shit tonne of apple trees so I’m cutting them down

- I hope this lightning won’t be an issue

- I picked up a rock in a tree and found another Korok seed that’s nice

- I dropped the rock on the guy oops

- almost got hit by lightning but it just set the tree on fire. Starting to think this lightning isn’t just for aesthetics

- that tree got hit a lot. I did not. Happy days

- I’m in Shae Loya shrine if that means anything

- yeah idk what to do I’m leaving

- this guy at the stables gave me 500 rupees to find a fairy. I wasn’t planning to but I found her pretty easily

- this is like the fifth person to complement my appearance lol

- found another shrine with a bunch of big trolls (?) everywhere

- got into the shrine but it’s a combat trial and I’m scared so imma just go

- gave the fairy guy the good news, he seemed happy

- went back to the leaf guy to get more bag space and now he’s gone off somewhere idk

- okay I should probably get beck to the area I should be in

- started heading towards my actual objective, which is Hateno (?) village

- found like a graveyard of guardians and one started shooting that’s rude

- I tamed a horse on the way, I’m starting to like them it’s faster

- the horse got stuck in some rocks while I was looking for somewhere to register it. RIP that I guess

- got to Hateno and got a lovely tour

- committed some arson for the lovely people and can now take pictures

- heading towards that other guy they said could help

- ran into some fish guy guess I have to go to his house now

- it was an interesting trail full of running away but the fish people seem to think I’m courageous enough. Except for the ones that hate me of course

- I never knew that Link had a love interest but here we are I guess

- gotta swim up some waterfalls next time guess

#breath of the wild #first time playing #loz link #zelda breath of the wild #loz breath of the wild #loz botw #legend of zelda #well that was fun #maybe I’ll catch a horse and keep it one day

[lamentingocean]

Female Jaha X Subordinate Reader

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Warning: gore and blood, violence, thirsting over the mc, and typical maniacal jaha bullshit,

+Work made by your favorite rotmd blogger- Ocean!+

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Master Jaha. A Madwoman in nature and possibly one of the most powerful martial artists in china to be able to harness qi like a vacuum to take qi but to have it as her own. she's resilient, she's strong, and she's more crazier than a schizophrenic psychopath but is capable. I had a lot of reasoning to understand her ways of waging war just for a sex sect, defeating nachal dae due to his control over the heavenly generals, the defeat of the old black sea wolves master, the defeat of the cloudburst clan master, she works her ways like clockwork. As a subordinate. Her ways of killing threats are so trivial that it even makes a master of cards cry in despair, thus making her unpredictable and quite hard to follow. I try to analyze her actions just by following her lead and maybe trying to see what's going on in that insane brain of hers. To see if any type of normality speck is shoved into her brain since she's capable of running two sects on her own two hands. But I can't help but believe that she's hot as hell.

Even after threatening to shove a knife up a drunkard's ass because they keep flirting with her. she's insane Yes, but her attractiveness is also a highlight of that reoccurring active insanity within the locks of her mental mindset and brain working like a machine towards who she wants to kill. it's not like she's a bad person in nature since murder is a terribly frequent necessity to human's power over control. But she does have priorities and boundaries for many men murdering innocent people without a care in the world. This isn't a thirst trap. I'm just simply analyzing master jaha even though those red hot eyes.

They look like the bottomless pit of hell in which there is no escape. It looks like hell's fire bottled up into two beautiful looking eyes that gaze at a man's soul, and it will terrify them. shattering their heart into peices until they realize they can't mess with a woman more crazier and more powerful than most grandmasters of china. And to be honest. I been simping like a silent pig. I also know she doesn't like slutty men who simp over woman like a dog so I need to keep this quiet. I saw her getting some debris and dirt off her mask once she went into war with more enemy associations that claim to underestimate her motives into becoming mad demon. enemies are like flies to her. easy to swat but hard to get to. it's only a matter of time before she openly admits that she's into woman or man who will stand by her.

I shaved the iron bits off my weapon to buy off some time, only to see dokgo walk behind me to spill out some news from his mouth like spit stuck on your throat. "Master jaha needs to see you." I unintentionally tried not to blush when I heard that name spill out of his vocal cords only to shoot mine like an innocent human being. I stood up and thanked him for informing me about her. I remember she resided at the training grounds alone while she watched her disciples get their bones broken while they screamed in physical pain.

I walked out to see the beautiful nightsky. I remember the cloudburst clan/ elder dragon king war she had to deal with on her own. her insanity was on her peak that night. her glare resonates with mental insanity and a killing intent to kill every one of the gaurds. even their blood is spilled upon the ground due to one swing of her blade. her crimes of arson and mass murder are nothing more than the elimination of pure evil masters who are obsessed with control. pure evil doesn't exist in this world. But ones who are evil enough to hurt innocent people without any reason is enough to be much evil than most governments.

I remember those days like the back of my hand. Her unthinkable unpredictability about slapping a man inconsistently due to his appearance is nothing but fun. I saw her jet black hair swarming around in the air like an ocean tide while her red attire fit her appearance entirely. I came up to her slowly while my mind was pushing away my simping for her only to act normal.

"What did you need me for master jaha?"

"What do you think about getting into another war? I have one that's about to rain down upon the black rabbit clan."

I stared back at her, her eyes looking at the moon while her firey pits of hell camouflaged as eyes were shining in the moonlight. Her long black hair was swirling in the ground, but instead of thirsting over her like I usually do in my free time. I thought about it for a second. Those who double cross jaha will be dragged into the depths of hell while they are burning for all eternity. Those who claim their existence as a proud pure evil sinner wouldn't live long enough to see the ends of the earth. She doesn't tolerate it but giving the fact that her blade is often stained with the blood of her enemies.

No matter if it's a war, a duel, or a fight. I'll always see her stained with newer blood than ever, like red velvet chocolate dip with strawberries. let's put it this way.

Jaha drizzling chocolate all over the strawberries . The strawberries are her enemies, and they never stood a chance against her abilities and power. only to be devoured and crushed in the drooling depths of her mouth because they thought they could fight a madwoman like her.

The worst opponent to have. but my overthinking is over and done with as she waited for my response. staring at me with a slightly annoyed look but keeping her low term patience for a small subordinate like me.

"I mean... we dealt with a lot since you've taken control of the black rabbit clan. So...as long as we die and as long as our army stays intact, then it should be fine..war is inevitable and destructive, but it can be overcome."

"Thanks for being honest with me. It's not like I'm anxious. But I got a lot on my plate, so it's too much to deal with both the Hao sect, the southern alliance, and the black rabbit clan. so I'll murder those fuckers faster than hell towards picking up their sinners."

I went closer to her without trying to make it seem like I'm flirting with her. I don't want to die due to a stab in a chest just because of my crush on the legendary master jaha Lee of Jaha inn. The cute little errand girl who can be pampered like a good little slu-

You know what? I'm gonna shut the fuck up.

"Why are you so closer to me?💢"

"I was just friendly. There is no need to get so hostile."

"Tch."

I was about to say something back until we saw a full deck of spears and swords rose up in the front gate. me and her both saw it and was callous to see what it was. I stayed on my spot when I saw her walk up to the front gate to open it. her sword was ready to strike whoever is at the door at this time. her eyes looked to the front of the door to see the alliance she's at war with.

her eyes were peppered with angry faces.

"Why are you here dipshit? this war doesn't start until tomorrow."

"Look just open the fucking door or I'll bust in here.💢"

"no. Take your delusional mess somewhere else."

at this point. I wanted to help her, but I'm too busy staring at her ass while she's still talking to those weirdos on the door. god fuck me down to hell.

"Open. the. door. fucking errand girl or else."

"Or else what? Going to kill me?"

the alliance leader suddenly didn't give a flying shit about breaking the door down until he did. His spear was coated with fresh blood, almost like he committed a mass murder nearby without any reasoning for it, so I guess jaha just assumed that he hurt the people of ilyang while I'm just sitting here wondering whats happening here.

"How many people did you kill in ilyang?💢"

his eyes glanced to his spear dripping of blood from the innocent, falling to the concrete training grounds like it's a net catching fish in a fresh river. He had no redeeming explanations to this before his death hour, so he tried to lie right to her face, thinking that she's dumb enough to buy killing multiple animals nearby for breakfast tomorrow.

"I was killing animals for tomorrow's breakfast. don't worry about it master jaha. All I'm focused about is killing you agonizingly.. do you understand me?"

he glanced at her after looking at the spear, and all he saw was a death stare full of madness and anger, her fist trembled out of this situation like she isn't a boss at keeping her composure and nonchalance towards dangerous situations. her grin wasn't full of kindness. It was full of darkness in that grin. she had full of thoughts in her head that could gut this man down like a dead fish. that can purposefully snap off his limbs if he said one more word full of lies.

His skin shivered at the sight of her red eyes stabbing directly through his soul since he didn't know openly lying to the mad demon's face is a terrible idea and is a ticket to burning in hell for such a small lie. But it isn't a small lie. It's a lie that costs the lives of multiple people, I'm sure. but he tried to cover up his fear by putting on his shit eating grin in order to seem fearless to the mad demon's wrath.

"You didn't kill animals. You killed people in order to assert your power to the black rabbit clan were you..? To assert domination to my power?"

that caused him to keep his mouth shut, forcing him to remove that shit eating grin off his lips and put on a face full of fear and devastation for his lifespan, while the alliance men were pointing their spears at master jaha thinking they can have a chance of standing up to her abilities no matter how much the definition of "one army one army" can be important at this very moment.

jaha slid her finger through her sword with a chuckle of hidden intentions, glaring her eyes into the patterns of the sword like she's reminiscing about what to do about the alliance in her mind like it's a paradoxical way to torture someone, the air was silent somehow..like time had been stopped under the gaze of a terrible moment with a master of their word under madness.

For the first time ever. the alliance leader felt despair for his life. He slowly felt an existential terror over having a body since he might get brutally mauled into death by the mad demon. I mean...who wouldn't feel this way if they fucked up by poor decisions?

jaha pointed his sword directly to his heart to signal his death with her lips curling in insanity and hatred for the man's existence in her very eyes..she can't help but feel disgusting by him.

"I...I have two options. You can either..go home and never associate with the black rabbit clan ever again, or I can kill all of you. a quick and easy death. How does that sound? Surely, the man having the intentions to come here, harassing me out of a war, won't...run away like a little bitch. that seems pathetic to me."

all of it was like one big action movie in my eyes. if the alliance leader didn't make a decision within the next 3 seconds, then it's over for his life. he continued to stall, considering the despair the men were feeling when their leader was silent about his decision, like he's purposefully trying to send his alliance up for devastation and horrible death all in one.

" I don't have time for this, so let's get straight to the point."

a big splat of blood came out directly from a fresh human body. the alliance men were horribly mesmerized by the head flying through the air only to fall down to ooze blood over and over like it's an existential loop of reality,

her blade was full of blood. a murder to show off her real domination, a way to let them know that jaha doesn't take shit from anybody or anything. the rest of them started to back away in fear, heading to the door as an act of betrayal for.."always being on the leader's side at all times." it's complete torture to see you have nobody by your side in a horrible situation.

"This is my warning. get out of here and never associate with my clan ever again if you even try to touch a single soul of the citizens of ilyang. I will fucking tear you apart you disgusting son of a bitch. You understand me?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

He ran out with his tail between his legs like a scared little puppy. while I'm thinking..damn.

jaha is so hot, I swear.

she glanced at me with a tired look, some spot of blood were dripping down her skin.

she sat right next to me with a crushing feeling of silence between us. i guess her anger still hasn't dissipated yet since I can still feel it resonating around her, so I'm deciding what to do to ease this haunting atmosphere.

"Do you... want to get some candy at ilyang..? If you want. I'll issue the heavenly generals to watch over the clan for us."

"...fine. tanglulu sounds really good right now to me."

I stood up to reach for my hand, waiting for her to grab it so we could go. never have I ever grabbed the hand of someone who probably snapped necks before with their bare hands. I shouldn't be careful around her, but at the same time, I should.

She grabbed it out of her usual silence and stood up along with me.

"Let's go. I need to take this blood off my face anyway. things like this always never fail to set my rage to the highest point in me."

"Sure."

-END-

(I try so hard to study jaha's personality for this a bit more since he's a hard nut to crack. but I'm so proud to be in this fandom)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

[clown-cult]

Rlly? You wanna say no to SessRin but you stan Naraku, the most cishet character in the show???

Okay so we’re doing this cuz I’ve got some tea to get off my chest. Buckle up cuz this is gonna be a long one.

First of all, why must you people insist on continuing to try and draw lines between the queer community and sus shit? Stop that.

Secondly, this fandom like to headcanon that everyone has “x romantic identity”, “y sexual identity” and “z gender identity” which is fine. It’s great. Keep it up cuz we need more of this energy. But…people always feel the need to add on that Naraku is the token straight person or the only cishet one in the cast while the rest are queer as the day as long; gay, bi, trans, GNC, NB, the whole lot…as if Naraku isn’t the only character who has canonically done ANY of that.

Like lest we forget that the whole reason 3 out of 5 members of the InuGang alone got their lives fucked up can be tied be to Naraku’s shapeshifting. He can and has been both male and female and seduced other men (Miroku’s grandfather) while disguised as a woman.

Like I’m not even just trying to prove my headcanons here or be a villain apologist; Naraku is deadass canonly gender fluid and has had rendezvous with people of the same gender as whatever he was at the time because of his shapeshifting. It’s genuinely mind blowing that there’s still people going “hmmmmmmm I’m not sure if that’s what really happened??? I don’t remember any of that 🤷” like it’s some fan theory up for discussion.

I went and got manga and AND anime caps just to make my point bc I know every point anyone has in this fandom will spark the need to bring up comparisons. They both agree on this. Naraku has been a lot of people and one of those people was a beautiful woman who nearly got tapped by Miroku’s grandfather.

I also included some clips from the anime of Naraku wearing other forms, particularly female ones, yet still retaining a masculine voice because it is PEAK gender envy/admiration for me. Yes, I chose English Dub bc Paul Dobson served.

But yeah. My point is; characters like Naraku and Jakotsu always get the short end of the stick in this fandom even through they’re as close to canon queer rep as we’re going to get, and given the premise of Ranma, another of Rumiko Takahashi’s well known works, it’s pretty obvious that this blurring of gender roles and conformity is something she likes writing so it’s absolutely intentional that it’s present and can be interpreted so plainly.

Also I swear to god if even one person tries to pull the “villains can’t be LGBTQ+/only heroic characters can be LGBTQ+” card, I will commit arson.

#inuyasha #naraku #genderfluid #I’m in my NB feels tonight #Naraku has been carrying this fandom from the very beginning #and still gets no respect

[moregraceful]

twin peaks 40s au?!?

twin peaks is problematic etc etc etc i love it and watched three times in one summer once and own the gold box edition of the dvds. if loving it makes me wrong then i will be wrong. also fuck the revival all my homies hate the revival. BUT I DREAM OF TWIN PEAKS AUS WITH THE KRAKEN. under a cut bc this got so long

ANYway WHAT IF shane and matty's japanese american hockey teammate got murdered in their small washington/british columbia border town and the local police (carson and soucy) couldn't solve it so they had to call in whatever the canada equivalent of the fbi is and SPECIAL AGENT CHRIS DRIEDGER CAME and he stayed at the Great Northern Hotel, which is also where shane lives bc he's hiding from his parents (matty's dad owns it idk)(also for purposes, matty and shane are in love but also they have the world's most pathetic crush on chris)(they also work in the double r diner with canner. don't at me). he meets in the hotel's dining room the mysterious PHILIPP GRUABAUER, a german national whose cabin in the woods burned down due to arson and now he just has to live at the hotel while he rebuilds his house by himself bc all the local craftsmen went to seattle to build warplanes and no one will help him or talk to him bc he is german. but chris does!!!

it turns out that philipp is both very intelligent and very patient, and willing to accompany chris on his various investigations and vision quests even though chris can get a little dreamy sometimes. they fall in love OBVIOUSLY bc what is more romantic than being haunted by owls and douglas firs. and ofc matty and shane's teammate was murdered by their coach, who was possessed by the demon of racism that philipp "exorcizes" with a baseball bat and then he falls off a waterfall. tragique. i know if this was a true twin peaks au chris would end up in the black lodge due to a real demon but frankly i don't know how dale cooper ever got out of the black lodge and i will not be watching the revival to find out. also tbh i'm not really creative enough in a david lynch way to really pull that off? so the racist murder coach simply: dies painfully. and then town returns to its sort of equilibrium of just trying to survive.

and then chris helps philipp rebuild his house 🥺 and splits his time between vancouver with canada fbi and the little border town.

obvi this fic is full of weird creepy shit and chris wearing tidy suits and grubi's eye crinkles when he smiles and shane and matty going 😍 at chris like giant baby birds but also carries multiple threads of tension abt grubi being a german national in the us during the height of wwii, about rising anti-japanese american sentiment on the west coast/pnw leading up executive order 9066, about matty knowing he is going to get drafted when he turns 18 and graduates high school and he's looking forward to getting out of his small town but not wanting to leave his friends and shane, about shane knowing when he goes back to canada he will soon get conscripted and he's so, so afraid of death so he's hiding from his parents in this random british columbia/washington border town but ofc there is no escaping death even among his friends...also just abt the devastation of the war on local industries and how a small town navigates that.

also no smartphones, many cool cars, people looking hot while smoking (bad for you but period appropriate), the andrews sisters on the radio all the time to the point of comedy, and chris is wearing well cut three piece suits while grubi rocks that jeans and flannel woodsman look. it's all very sexy and horrible

CRUCIALLY: jamie oleksiak is andy brennan and brandon tanev is the log lady 🪵

#obvi if i wrote this i would be incredibly too lazy to write any of that tension so would just set in the 90s to avoid smartphones #but also i dream of canner having a mid-atlantic accent he learned in prep school but now he owns a diner and he's trying so hard to get #rid of it bc he hates it but shane and matty are OBSESSED with it and try to imitate him all the time but they sound like morons #thank you for witnessing.....thank you for ASKING #cage replies #bropunzeling

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Rare pair stuff, if you’re still open that. Got three pairs actually.

Sayaka and Mahiru. (I’m planning to pair them in a fic I’m working on)

Chihiro and Miu. (See above reason)

Kiyotaka and Nagito. (They have a friendly rivalry in the aforementioned fic.)

Idk, would love to see your thoughts on any and all of these pairs.

oh man i went long with these but les go!

Sayaka/Mahiru: Girlboss 4 Girlboss lol. Okay but these two are one of them duos that were just BOUND to meet. A literal popstar is in fact going to have/need a lot of photo shoots and who better to do that than the Ultimate Photographer? And y’know Mahiru would have a lot of enjoyment photographing Sayaka considering how much Sayaka genuinely loves being an idol and how she did it originally to bring a smile to people's faces (the way the idols she watched growing up would make her feel less alone with their smiles). Mahiru enjoys capturing people at their happiest and watching Sayaka on stage, surrounded by her team members (who are more family than anything else), inspiring others like she always dreamed of—well I think the sight would be breathtaking and sweep Mahiru off her feet. But it’s not like everything is rainbows and sunshine with Sayaka—she’s done things she’s not happy about to achieve her dream, but if there’s someone who can be sympathetic towards good intentions through questionable means, Mahiru would be one of them. I mean she was willing to not only forgive her friend for actual murder, but also help cover it up—yeah I think Mahiru is the type to really stick by someone even at their lowest if she knows that they really just wanted the best and didn’t intend for it to go that far. Honestly I think these two would be such a comfort to each other. 

Kiyotaka/Nagito: I’ve actually talked about this combo before! I dubbed them the “Law Abiding Citizens* (exceptions apply)” duo because yeah they both do seem to like upholding the rules! Of course, Nagito is the “exceptions apply”—Komaeda “murder and arson is okay but I draw the line at underage drinking” Nagito. To touch back on what the anon from before mentioned about them: both Nagi and Taka have a very “humbled” view of themselves but for widely different perspectives—Taka values hardwork first and foremost and discredits natural talent, Nagito views natural talent as the best indicator of worth, thus both viewpoints resulting in Nagi and Taka feeling like their respective talents aren't much to talk about for different reasons. Then there’s the pride they both have in Hope’s Peak and wanting to be the very best of an upstanding student for their school. There’s enough common ground for these two to simultaneously agree on one thing and then completely disagree on another within one sentence, which I think makes for some great interactions! A sort of agree to disagree mentality. So I can totally see how a friendly rivalry can spark between these two with Taka potentially trying to prove that hardwork is the best indicator of one’s purpose and Nagito inadvertently pushing his buttons by saying things like “just what you’d expect to hear from the Ultimate Moral Compass! Your talent to come to the defense of even lesser beings is truly inspiring. And to humble yourself to such an extent as belittling your own natural talent to give hope to the less fortunate—while I don’t agree in such a practice—is still quite admirable!” and the cycle continues.

Chihiro/Miu: Another ship I’ve (somewhat) talked about in a previous ask! Oooooo these two would be the nerdiest of nerd power couple. I just love that what would connect these two is a no brainer and everyone can automatically see how they’d wind up interacting (much like Sayaka and Mahiru)—Ultimate Programmer and Ultimate Inventor? OBVIOUSLY they're bound to talk at SOME point how can they not?? They’re talents are so complimentary it would be an absolute mistake not to get them to combine their forces! But with that being said, their personalities are just polar opposites in every way besides their mutual anxiety lol. But maybe it can be that type of relationship where one helps there other in an area they’re lacking in—Miu helps Chihiro become more confident with speaking their mind and Chihiro helps Miu learns how to keep her temperament to an extent (or least when Miu is around Chihiro). I also like to think that Miu—who’s quite comfortable in her skin, would help Chihiro become more comfortable in theirs too. While you’d think Chihiro would be the more positive influence between the two, funnily enough, I honestly think Miu’s influence would do Chihiro a world of great good.

#authordgaster #danganronpa #sayaka maizono #mahiru koizumi #ishimaru kiyotaka #komaeda nagito #chihiro fujisaki #miu iruma #fala replies #a e i o queue