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im-an-anthusiast · 28 days

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Like Moth to a Flame

The sun glared down at Albion maliciously. Almost as if it knew what he was about to do, he thought. He dismissed the thought – and the heat – by shaking his head, locks of his ginger red hair sticky against his sweat-stained face. It didn’t help much with either of the issues. However, both were overshadowed near immediately as he came upon a familiar sight. A shed of deep brown wood – wood which showed its age. Its wear and tear would let Albion know how incredibly old it is, even if he hadn’t known it for as long as he knew his very parents. He walked towards it, and he could hear his heart thumping in his throat, flushing out the sound of the shed and the little foliage around it creaking and rustling in the wind. Approaching the shed, he reckoned he’d be called a “bad girl” if he got caught. However, the gnawing of anxiety had nothing on the rush of excitement flowing through his veins and buzzing at his fingertips. It almost flooded out the pain from the bruises and cigarette burns. Almost. He resumed his walk toward the shed, dragging his feet, enamoured by the sheer taboo of what he was doing.

His eyes flicked to the padlock keeping the chained door shut as soon as he could get a good look at it. His breath hitched with anticipation and subsequently sped up with sheer glee. They really did forget. The key, caked with rust, was sticking out of the padlock – which hung on the chain keeping the door shut. A painfully large smile spread across Albion’s face. He immediately fumbled to reach the padlock. It didn’t take him long to realise that even on tiptoes, his 14-year-old body couldn’t reach even one of the chain links. He quickly whipped his head around to look for a solution, and immediately, he was struck by genius. He ran over to the nearest dead bush, and snapped off a sizable branch, hoping to use the piece of dead wood to somehow drag the chain down so that he could reach the padlock. Albion swallowed hard and started poking, jabbing, and tugging at the chain with his new favourite stick. Well, it will be his new favourite if it manages to help him out.

To Albion’s dismay, the chain was far heavier than he had expected. It took all the strength in his stick-thin arms to make the chain budge even an inch. Pain was creeping up his feet and calves from tiptoeing at the edge of the shed, right by that damn decrepit door. Perspiration and heat caused sweat to cascade down his body and face, tasting salty on his lips. A slight gust of air lifted the hems of his oversized trench coat, lifting it off the ground, on which it was dragging on until now. And, as the gust blew, it rushed into some of the holes in the barely-not-rotting door, a good amount of dust and dirt getting in. As it did, air blasted out from some of the other openings in the door. And Albion, standing in front of one of them, was expecting the stalest air his young self has ever had the discomfort of getting to smell and taste to fill his lungs. The air rushed out, forcing itself up his nostrils. The biting, metallic smell almost went unnoticed due to the sensation accompanying it. As he inhaled, Albion felt energy course through his entire body, from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet. It was unlike anything he felt before, with all his senses stimulated – even those he wasn’t aware he had. He wasn’t sure how long he stood still, but he was suddenly tethered back to reality as the awful smell finally hit him. The utterly pungent smell of iron – or something else that Albion didn’t want to consider – was clouding his mind. It was disgusting, to the point he almost wanted to retch. But at the same time, he felt enamoured. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t tear himself away. But the door was still in his way.

As he resumed his efforts, the stick still in his hand, he found himself wielding an unexpected strength. He also realised that he had been swallowing the air flowing from the shed in greedy gulps, its sweet taste buzzing inside his mouth. He felt as though he could rip the door down. So, he tried. He slid each of his scarred little hands between the doors and gripped them tightly with his fingers. The wood splintered. And Albion started to deflate, assuming nothing happened – before realising that, wait, he splintered the wood with his bare hands? While the wood was rotten and decrepit, Albion was sure that couldn’t have been it. The wood was laughably easy to splinter – Albion had struggled more with snapping the stick he had been holding until a while ago off the bush. Albion stared at his hands as he stretched his fingers, then clenched his fist – not feeling anything out of the ordinary. He reluctantly – and almost cautiously – placed his hands back on the splintered inside of the doors and pulled. And as he did, wood snapped off the door, staying in Albion’s tight, squeezing grasp, the intensity of which almost caused it to splinter further. He was aware of splinters digging into his skin, but he hardly felt it – and cared even less due to the sudden rush of what he was doing, and the pleasantly uncomfortable energy burning and boiling in his veins. As the wood snapped off, however, more air flowed out of the shed, enveloping him in its sickly sweet, attractive aroma.

What happened next was a bit of a blur to him. He knew he had continued tearing apart the door – entranced by the scent. He also knew that he had managed to rip a large hole into the door – large enough to pass through. It all felt hazy and hard to think about, being at the back of his mind as he stepped through the hole. The sweetly disgusting and disgustingly sweet smell flooded him and filled his nostrils fully. His head started spinning, and he swayed, just barely catching himself on an oddly sticky wooden table. The inside of the shed was incredibly dark, even despite the hole in the wall. Albion stood still, propping himself up on the table at the side of the cramped wooden interior. It took him a while to get used to the overwhelming smell and the reaction it invoked in him. About as long as it took for his eyes to get used to the darkness. The wood was not like it was from the outside. It may have been just as old and putrid, but the colour was off, somehow. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but it seems as though the wood was of a harsher, redder brown. His eyes continuing their journey across the inside of the shed, he noticed metal chains hanging off the ceiling, with hooks on their final, rusted links. And the little light that did enter the shed made them gleam with a crimson shine. Albion tried not to think about that too hard – he was usually pretty good at that. He averted his eyes from the hooks, and his gaze snapped to the table he was leaning on. On it was a bloodied human arm, from the hand to the shoulder, lying inches away from his own. Albion threw up.

Shaking, on hands and knees, he kept gagging and retching. The floor was slick with the once-contents of his stomach. He regretted this. Sweet though it may be, he was choking on forbidden fruit. He wanted to have fun exploring where he knew he wasn’t allowed, but instead, his head was spinning, and he could feel just how empty his stomach was. As if in response, the smell hit him again. He knew what it was this time. And yet, he couldn’t resist dragging himself up as the energy jolted his body. The smell was emanating from every blood-soaked inch of the wood. It made him want to rip the wood out of the walls and floors, to lick and suck all the blood out of it. But more powerful than that was the pull towards the arm. It lacked any skin. Slick and red, it enticingly rested on the table with blood pooling around it. The meaty flesh made was mouth-watering. He lunged towards the arm and bit into it, his teeth sinking into its flesh, and he tore at the meat, swallowing large chunks greedily. Intense nausea caused him to gag numerous times, but the visceral hunger overtaking him was so overpowering that Albion didn’t even realise that he was on all fours again – ripping into the arm with his teeth and jerking his head as to tear off a chunk of that intoxicatingly sweet meat.

The flesh and blood flowed down his throat, causing now-familiar energy to spark within him. All his senses were overwhelmed, and a searing heat started rising from his belly, through his chest, and spreading upwards. The contents of his throat and mouth got flooded out by scorching hot, flaming bile. Pure, liquid fire flowed from his mouth, setting the wooden floor below him aflame. Horrible, white-hot pain shot through his entire torso and neck, fire dragging itself down his tongue. Albion’s blue-green eyes rolled back from sheer agony, as heat scraped his insides on its way out of him. He can only watch as the wooden floor below him is burnt through, the contents of his throat and mouth searing the ground below them. A mantra of pleadings – please please PLEASE STOP – is the only thing Albion can think through how clouded his mind has become. And as he does, the flames immediately cease. The heat moves back to his chest. It is still endlessly painful – like a large, flaming stake being driven through his chest – however, a stake feels like bliss compared to the very Sun forcing its way up his throat. His cheeks were slick with tears, and his eyelids felt heavy. Albion was sure that closing his eyes for just a second couldn’t possibly do any harm. He did so.

He dreamt of hands and lit cigarettes, of belts and blood. Heat started flourishing in his chest, and he quickly realised that that pain wasn’t the same as the pain in his dream, the pain that he was used to. He woke with a gasp, a sudden breath drawing sharply through his rugged throat. His chest felt like it was on fire. He bit his lip, trying not to cry again. Reaching towards the table, he did his best to ignore how slick and sticky it was. But as his fingers wrapped around it, the wood suddenly ignited, flames spreading across it far too quickly. Albion could only watch in terror as the fire jumped across the shed, crawling on the floor and climbing the walls, blood and meat sizzling under and in the flames. Swallowing hard – despite how painful it was – he felt himself overcome by the urge to feast again. Despite the fire raging around him, he was mesmerised. However, the sound of shouting voices snapped him out of it. The words were slightly hard to make out through the roaring and crackling of flames, but he could make out some “What has she done”s and “Oh God”s. His breathing became erratic. He was neck-deep in trouble. Both the inferno raging around him and the one burning in his chest suddenly felt small and irrelevant. A figure walked through flames, into the burning shed, and despite Albion’s struggles and attempt at resistance, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged out. He could hear talking and felt that his wrist was going to be left with a sprain, but he could hardly focus on that. He was in so much trouble.

He watched vacantly as the shed burnt brightly, like a beacon in the cold night. The sky was painted with beautiful blues and purples, and clouds of stars decorated it. Any attempts to save the shed or its contents proved pointless. He hoped they would take longer trying. Just a little longer, running around and wasting time. His wish wasn’t fulfilled though. As they neared, their eyes were focused on him – and filled with anger. A tight grip suddenly seized his hair, and he winced in dread and anticipation. But then, a painful heat welled up in his chest again – threatening to spill out of him, and he smiled. Just a little.

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scummy-writes · 1 year

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Day Seven: New Beginnings.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Isaac/Mc/Arthur

Context: this is a scene from a story I haven't shared before, concerning Isaac/Mc/Arthur having a threesome on Isaac's birthday, in a universe where Arthur and Mc are already a couple.

The story is a focus on Isaac consenting to this, and them slowly getting Isaac used to being with either of them over the course of a month or so, intimately or not, before the threesome happens.

This scene focuses on the aftermath of the threesome.

I'm sharing this because I've had the overall story as a wip for a couple of years, but friends and followers stated they would be interested in seeing the scenes from the story as their own posts, as I've been too nervous and anxious to write an actual completed multi-chaptered fic. I've always been fond of this scene, and worked on it during Isaac week to hopefully make it enjoyable.

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In the silence of the late night, Isaac can't find it within himself to sleep. His mind is too busy whirring with thoughts, no matter how exhausted his body is.

He assumed that he would be a nervous mess after having sex with them, but they were right- gradually working him up to just of the idea of this eased so many concerns, and all of the 'practice' he had with each of them, learning everyone's likes and dislikes, helped Isaac focus on the pleasure of it all, and… the intimacy after.

They had gone on get togethers, and they had all spent the night just cuddling before, but all of it felt so different compared to now.

After everyone had been spent, there were far more kisses than he expected after, and so many checks to make sure Isaac was okay and happy.

It was…overwhelming, for just a moment.

The warmth of it all lingered, especially as they snuggled up to him, idly talking about tomorrow's plans for Isaac's birthday. Their tiredness was evident, but the excitement was still there, and he realized they were just excited to celebrate it with him. That they honestly wanted to treat him to a normal birthday celebration as well.

It makes him understand that right here, with them, Isaac doesn't have to be more than he is.

Her arm is resting over his stomach, nose brushing against his collar as she nuzzles into him with a sigh. All the while Arthur's pressed a kiss into his hair, pulling the blankets up to subdue any chills.

And Isaac basks in the warmth they provide, a shaky but content sigh spilling out. There's a sting hitting his eyes that he's desperately trying to ignore; they're already beginning to breathe deeper, sinking into sleep. But for the first time in ages, he feels so loved and wanted on his birthday.

After his childhood, he'd deliberately make some excuse to escape celebrating it. Hide away with schoolwork, pretending it was some other day. It seemed fitting, since his own mother cast him out just a few years after he was born.

His own little tradition seeped into his second life- granted, when the others found out they would try to do something, no matter how small. He'd awake with a card slipped under his door, a wrapped gift waiting for him on the dining table. Of course, most gifts came with whatever holiday celebration le Comte would hold but…

Here in their embrace, Isaac knew that they weren't pushed into this out of a need to be polite. He didn't have to worry so much for once, about if they truly put any thought into this day, towards his feelings.

He felt her stir, snuggling in closer to him, and Isaac couldn't help the tear that escaped. Or two.

Oh, he tried to hide it. Tried to discreetly sniffle, take in a breath that didn't shake him, but Arthur noticed first and she followed suit.

"Isaac? Hey," Arthur pressed another kiss to his head, cupping his cheek to thumb away a tear, "What is it?"

"I-I'm fine." His voice cracked and he let out a scoff, embarrassed he couldn't ever keep his voice straight. "Re-really, I'm okay."

She was next to show her concern, propping herself up to get a better look at him, catching how he skittishly looked away.

"Sweetheart," the pet name brought fresh tears, Isaac's heart fluttering at her gentle coo, "tell us what's wrong. Are you hurt? Was that all too much? It's okay if that's the case, Isaac, we want-"

"I-It's nothing to do with sex," he finally stammered out, desperately trying to wipe his tears away. A wave of white-hot shame was coursing through him, with how his crying was causing the both of them to worry, when the reason behind it would seem naive to them, he was sure. But his words kept tumbling out regardless, trying to ease their worries, "it's just th-the first time I've f-felt so, so-"

So loved. But how does he tell them so, when he's such a mess, afraid to ruin the moment even further.

Through Isaac's stammering, Arthur gently smiles, wrapping his arm around Isaac and giving him a squeeze. He plants his lips against Isaac's temple, and mutters words he never thought he'd hear.

"We love you too."

Oh.

The affirmation has Isaac falling into pieces, swimming in relief and the strain of having his feelings met washing away.

The stress and worry ebbs away into comfort, as the two hold him through his tears, gently letting him pour his emotions out in their embrace.

Once his cheeks are dried by a combination of him using the sheet as a makeshift tissue, and their reassuring kisses, Arthur murmurs that he'll be right back with some water for Isaac, gingerly getting out of the bed. As the door to the room closes behind him, she takes Isaacs cheeks in her hands, peppering slow, lingering kisses across his features.

"I want to make it clear that us saying that we love you isn't coming from nowhere. It's coming from a lot of long talks between Arthur and I."

"The two of you really thought this through…" his voice is croaky, another wave of relief and joy hitting him when hearing those words again, but exhaustion is seeping into his bones now, and he can't be bothered to care how he sounds. Not when she starts carding her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut.

"Mhm… Isaac, you've been on our minds more often than you may think. It wasn't long into trying to get you more comfortable with the idea of being…intimate with us, with all those dates and spending nights together, that Arthur and I admitted to each other that we were really growing attached to spending our time with you."

Isaac's heart flusters at that, his grip on her tightening. How can he explain how wonderful it feels to know that he's been in their thoughts, and hearts, for so long? How he never realized just how much he longed to just hear those words said to him in earnest?

But it doesn't seem like he has to- at least not tonight- as she patiently rubs his back, resting her cheek upon his head.

"If it's alright with you, we can talk about it more tomorrow? I think having an honest discussion, to clear away any worries or concerns, would be nice for all of us."

Isaac registers warmth first. The heat of the sun peeking through the window, hitting a shoulder and cheek. Isaac scrunches his nose as his dreams ebb away, getting hit with realizing there's an ache behind his eyes, a weight pressed against his other cheek.

He grumbles, a hand clumsily wiping at an eye before he blinks awake, trying to piece together where he is.

And then he remembers why certain parts of his body, certain muscles, have a dull ache to them, and suddenly the heat on his cheeks isn't just from the sun anymore.

Arthur, the weight on his side that he barely registered at first, stirs at Isaac's movements, sleepily lifting his head up to peek at Isaac.

"Sleep okay?"

His voice is groggy, and the lazy smile he shoots Isaac with makes Isaac melt with relief yet again.

It's proof. That there isn't any regrets from last night.

"Slept great…" he nods, recalling how comfortable it felt, being between the two people he held affections for. But… "where did she go?"

Arthur motions towards the bedroom door, before promptly snuggling back against Isaac, evidently not ready to get out of bed just yet.

"Our little bird wanted to make sure you were spoiled thoroughly today, so I think she's making breakfast and a possible surprise," then, he puts a finger against his lips, grinning at Isaac, "don't tell her I told you, though."

Chuckling, Isaac presses a kiss against Arthur's forehead, "I won't."

His good mood seems to be infectious, as Arthur laughs with him, propping himself up to get a better look at Isaac.

God knows how he must look- up late crying, still waking up. But Arthur's eyes are soft and loving as he meets his gaze, and Isaac's heart is squeezing in joy once more.

"Was a bit worried you'd wake up feeling terribly, but…" Arthur idly thumbs Isaac's cheek, then traces his jaw, "I haven't seen you smile this much before."

"I'm in a rather good mood," he admits, mimicking Arthur's motions. The action rewards him with Arthur's smile, and the affection bubbling within him causes Isaac to act on elated impulses.

His hand gently slips behind Arthur's head, and it's all too easy to guide their lips together.

The first kiss is short, but then Isaac is emboldened by the way Arthur kisses him back, and presses their lips together again. And again. Until Arthur's breath sounds strained, and Isaac's emotions are torn between the joy of being loved and the need for the physicality of it.

"This is something I could easily get used to," Arthur mutters against his lips, meeting Isaac's smile with his own.

"I think I could as well."

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I've mentioned before that this is part of a larger story that I have been on and off writing for a couple of years now. This is the 'ending' on the story notes I have for it, and it's something I've been fond of for a while. (Of course, its been edited from the original draft to try and make more sense)

I am very enamored with the idea of Isaac loving and being loved in return, and receiving the affection he's longed for- secretly or not- for a very long time.

People seemed very interested in me posting scenes from the story I have set up for these three, as I admitted I don't think I can make this an actual multi-chaptered fic, and it is something I plan to do through 2023. It's possible that I may end up revisiting this scene and rewriting bits of it due to that, as some scenes I write in the future may conflict a bit with this.

I still need to come up for an 'AU' name for it though, so it might take a little bit into 2023 before things start to be posted HAHA.

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haveyoureadthisscifibook · 3 months

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vote YES if you have finished the entire book.

vote NO if you have not finished the entire book.

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#scifi #books #Deep Wheel Orcadia #Harry Josephine Giles #poll #god damn it. fucked up another time limit #it would be really nice if it would show you and let you edit the poll length for scheduled posts #but another fun little hashtag discovery I've made is that scheduled posts are treated as if they were already posted #as soon as you hit the 'schedule' button #result: no #l: Scots

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onlyseokmins · 19 days

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alright cowards (me), i'll be posting tomorrow (ik it's already 1am but i mean like awake people hours on sunday est lol) sometime bc i'm tired of looking at this fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i had to add like 10 more sentences bc i forgot a crucial detail i deliberately took note of in the beginning smh #and splitting it up was so hard #i think i missed like 90% of the warnings but i'll read it one more time for good measure and hit that damn post button #ez.monches

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hypaalicious · 11 months

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TFW you spend an hour & a half getting to seaborn!Skadi just for her to wash your party like a typhoon

IS3 is going great btw

#just about every damn operator was inflicted with some sorta status effect too #can't believe all them damn relics deleted every bit of light I had wtf!!!#my fuckin medics were bleeding #texalt was doing most of the lords work but I gotta find a better way to get pre!transformed Skadi down better #granted this was the first time I even attempted the third ending but #the fact that I gotta do all that bullshit AGAIN???#also unrelated and idk if anybody else has this problem but my tumblr app literally won't let me post anymore #I hit the button and it does nothing so I had to log in on desktop to write this?#why is it every damn day something wrong happens with the app like isn't Tumblr itself broken enough??#I might try and reinstall it but idk #I also might just try again in IS3 because now it's personal LMAO #I feel is3 is def easier than is2 thus far cause I blew through the bosses way faster #but we'll see when I crank up that difficulty mode to max and probably start crying LMAO #okay these tags are A LOT so lemme go #arknights #IS3

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fulgurbugs · 11 months

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finished the lineart on all 5 guys gonna sleep on it in case i wake up and realize i’ve made some big ass mistake or wanna redo a bunch of stuff lol

#i always and up wanting to make changes right after hitting that damn post button this happen to anyone else all the time

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randoimago · 1 year

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I was putting my template on a request in my askbox and my mouse hovered over the "Post Privately" and I almost clicked on it. The gasp I let out before sighing of relief.

I like the Post Privately option, but why does it have to be right under the draft button 😭

#mod kat speaks #I can't tell you the amount of times I've lost an ask because I hit that damn button on accident #and then I have to wait to see if the person it got sent to can resend the ask #I know that there's a way I can see the stuff I privately post #but they're so difficult to find sometimes

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discjude · 6 months

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What are your reasons for liking Japeth and hating Rhian II? I'm just curious because Japeth seems to be a hated character in general.

So i pasted what i wrote before into a google doc and it was over a page long so here is a very condensed version, including my original preface. there’s also a tldr at the end if you don't have half an hour

quick preface just in case people get mad at me for this (dovesso stans are gonna hate me after this one):: I am not trying to convince anyone of anything here,,, this is entirely my opinion and I'm absolutely not trying to insult anyone that doesn't like japeth!! I completely respect it if you like rhian, there's a lot of good reasons to like him and as I'm writing this I realise I don't hate him as much as I thought I did. once again this is my opinion and it's alright if you disagree :)))

My reasons for liking Japeth mostly come from how complex his character is and what role he serves in the story. Though rhian is also very complex and i’m a very big fan of him being everything tedros isn’t as a king, liking japeth is mutually exclusive to liking rhian. Other than that, my two other solid reasons for disliking rhian is the way he treats kei (neglecting everyone else who tries to get close to you because you’re prophesied to marry Sophie? Dick move bro) and the fact that he’s ever so slightly homophobic which is neither here or there

Every other reason comes from me liking japeth, which is because::

1) japeth is very very complex and mostly very well written. Chapters like flesh and blood are very clear on what he’s got going on emotionally, he’s got a very solid motivation, and if you’re really looking for it he’s a clear parallel to Rafal. If you have read any of my other posts you will know i am a sucker for parallels

2) also speaking narratively, i think him being the culmination of every other villain in the series is Very Clever!! He’s evelyn and rafal’s child, rhian’s brother, a parallel to sophie and yknow the other one!! It’s very important to me

3) (this is the big one) i think he’s quite misunderstood and i don’t think a lot of his actions were his fault??? Obviously there’s some unforgivable stuff (if you saw what soman posted last week on tiktok you know) and he’s genuinely quite insane by book 6 but it’s made clear in chapters like Rhian and the Real Thing that there is Some Shit Wrong with him, notably issues with anger and becoming too attached to people. Sort of leading on from this, I don’t think that he’s the one solely to blame for his involvement in Camelot years: i think the two main villains of the last half of the series are Evelyn Sader and Aric.

I Do Not Like Aric and I believe he’s almost entirely responsible for Japeth’s actions: because of Japeth’s over-attachment to him, he internalises a lot of Aric’s beliefs (the misogyny and only referring to them as “friends” are my best examples) and this ultimately leads to some sort of dependency, which kinda fucks japeth up a lot when aric dies.

Similarly the same sort of thing happens with evelyn and rhian. Evelyn forces a lot of prophecies onto Rhian, and that led to his delusions about becoming king which ostracised him from his brother and gives him this idea that anyone who stops him from being king is automatically wrong.

It’s worth saying that i Do Not Like Everything About Japeth. Some of his writing and dialogue really falls through, and maybe having your first canon queer couple both be absolute psychopaths isn’t a good idea?? While I don’t think the queer rep done through Japeth isnt horrible, it's. Yknow. Not good. It’s also worth saying that i don’t hate everything about Rhian!! I do think he’s also cleverly written and, again, works very well as a parallel to old rhian.

I think that’s about it and i don’t want to write any more so if you have any further questions (or if you agree with me somehow) please let me know!! It’s also worth noting that i just really like snakes and went a little wild in 2020 when i read about cool snake villain

TL,DR: japeth’s nicely written and i think he’s generally misunderstood, he’s also got some nice parallels going on, I don’t explicitly hate Rhian but i don’t like him because he treats people around him like shit. I also think that Aric and Evelyn are more responsible for the twin’s actions then the twins are themselves. I condensed this all and it's still so long

also:

#Jesus Christ this was so fucking long Im so sorry everyone #there are Still More Reasons but yknow #again again I really respect if you don't like him he is an asshole at times and I think the Touch Of The Tism I have may alter my opinion #fuck Aric though lesbians hate aric #also damn yeah I do like rhian's character more than I thought I did #thank you to whoever asked this!!! I wanted to write out my thoughts on this silly snake guy for ages and it was nice to have an opportunit #sge #tsfgae #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #japethposting #posting this feels like hitting the denote button on a nuke but whatever

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