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nihilo-sensei · 2 months

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The Infamous Chuuya-SSKK Car Ride

Two. Fucking. Hours.

Akutagawa and Atsushi have been arguing for two hours almost non-stop and there's still an hour to go in the trip. If you had asked Chuuya before he climbed into this four-wheeled prison what the most annoying thing on Earth was, he would've said without hesitation that it was dealing with Dazai. That was a more innocent time, a time before life had decided to punish him for his every felony, misdemeanor, and wasted gallon of milk. He wasn't sure if these apparently nuclear-powered bickering machines being confined to the backseat was better or worse for him. Probably better; at least one half of the invective wasn't being spewed directly into his left ear.

As much as he wanted to blame a member of the Armed Detective Agency for all of his misery, he was disappointed to say that it had been his subordinate and fellow mafioso who started this. Granted it hadn't taken much to get the weretiger to dive down to Akutagawa's level, but he was just trying to make conversation, asking if Chuuya listened to much music. Honestly, the gravity manipulator would've been delighted to spend a three-hour car ride talking about music, even with an ADA member. It was kind of nice that the kid had reached for some common ground between them. Akutagawa really hadn't needed to cut Chuuya off before he had a chance to answer by saying, "No one cares, weretiger." That one admittedly rude remark had sealed Chuuya's fate for the rest of the ride out to the countryside. Thanks, Aku.

"You better not get in my way when we get there, weretiger. The Port Mafia doesn't need Least Beneath the Moonlight."

"I guess I'll leave the job to Brash-ōmon, then. Get over yourself."

How are they still coming up with new insults? Chuuya hadn't even had the energy to tell them to shut the fuck up passed the 35-minute mark, about 25 minutes after his throat started to hurt from trying to match their combined volume. It was like they didn't even hear him. They were in their own little world together.

That was what he'd been warned about, though, wasn't it? Akutagawa and the tiger boy had… tension. He had heard about it from Dazai, but hadn't given it much thought. After all, why would he bother listening to anything that mummy's asshole says off the battlefield? He would happily throw Dazai off a building if he wasn't sure it would make that freak even happier than it would make Chuuya. Something about this train of thought makes Chuuya feel like a hypocrite for some reason. Where was he?

"At least I don't dip my bangs in Wite-Out!"

"Your impoverished ass could only afford one bang!"

Oh right, this thick fog of something making itself at home in Chuuya's backseat and inside his pounding skull. He had thought it was just a joke or an exaggeration, but this much passion for each other? Could all of that really just be simple hate? No, this doesn't really feel like hate. But if they don't hate each other why tell themselves that they do? That's so self-destructive. They should just confront their feelings like adults. Even if those feelings aren't romantic they could still find themselves good friends, they have a lot in common. At least they'd stop making their sexual tension or whatever everyone else's problem.

Why does Chuuya feel like a hypocrite again?

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Chuuya stares into the rear-view mirror. The new Double Black had practically passed out five minutes into the drive to Yokohama. Not surprising after the mission had turned out to be far more complicated then they had anticipated. He wasn't complaining, he really couldn't deal with another three hours of angry sound waves bouncing around an enclosed space. Truthfully, they'd earned the rest. Even when the situation was going to shit they'd worked well together. Atsushi kept Akutagawa's mind on the civilians while Akutagawa's support kept Atsushi calm and focused. Chuuya sees now why Dazai put them together, not that Chuuya would ever openly tell the man he was right.

So he'd let the pair sleep, only debating whether he should wake them up after the blessedly silent car had crossed the Yokohama city limit. He had glanced into the mirror and caught sight of something that made him suddenly redirect as much attention as he safely could to it. The Sun had set halfway through the drive so he had had to wait for the car to pass the next street light to get a good look at it, and sure enough he saw exactly what he thought he had. At some point in the drive Atsushi and Akutagawa had leaned into each other while they slept. Atsushi's head was now resting on Akutagawa's shoulder while the mafioso's head rested on top of the weretiger's. Chuuya smiled. Definitely not hate.

As the car nears the ADA office, where Atsushi was to be dropped off, Chuuya pulls into a gas station with a new mission in mind. After he puts the car in park he takes out his phone and hopes that fatigue keeps the pair asleep and unaware while he does what needs to be done. He gambles on using the flash and wins a nice, clear picture that's going to absolutely make his fucking day the next time Akutagawa decides to make him sit through another "that goddamn foolish weretiger" rant. But was it really fair to make just Akutagawa suffer when Atsushi was about as responsible for Chuuya's three-hour ordeal earlier? No. And isn't the ADA all about that justice shit?

Chuuya opens his text thread with Dazai, taps his thumbs to the screen a few times, and hands down Atsushi's sentence with the push of 'Send'. He only has to wait a few seconds before the weretiger's irritating superior responds.

Mackerel (21:04): Oh my god, thank you so much for this! How useful my dog is becoming!

You (21:04): I seriously can't do this with you right now, Dazai. Those little bastards almost wiped me out on the way to the mission. They argued the entire time. I'm fucking tired.

Mackerel (21:05): Impressive, isn't it?

"Impressive" was one way of putting it. "Never gonna happen again" was another.

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elvenbeard · 11 months

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Maybe the biggest gift is the friends we made along the way 🎂

Happy Birthday, V!

Was staying up way too late and getting way too emotional over these fictional gonks last night, but yes... I've wanted to do a bigger scene like this for so long, and what better occasion than male V's canon birthday today!

These aren't all my favourites from the game (the sofa wouldn't be big enough for it xD), but the people Vince would like to invite over for the occasion for sure, let it be a year or two down the line when they all actually are in the same area at the right time and come together like this (and uuuhhh... obvious problems with one certain ex-bodyguard set aside and solved because I said so!). It would really be a special thing to have everyone there that's been with him during one of the worst times of his life. Thanks to them (amongst many others) he even gets the chance to celebrate another birthday.

Some more ramblings about some of the interactions I'm picturing here and why I placed everyone the way I did under the cut xD And some more pics to come in a separate post later :3

Front and center obviously Vince and Kerry and Judy, my faves, my loves <3 I think this would probably be one of only a handful of times Kerry ever meets Judy in person. He only ever hears her over the holo and knows her from what V told him, because she left Night City before they got a chance to meet prior to the game's endings. I think they would go along so well though, and besides Kerry, Judy is the person Vince feels closest to out of the group pictured here, and he'd be so excited to know Kerry and her get along as well.

Then Judy and Panam... I lowkey ship it so hard, and I mean, they would make one power couple, but at the very least I think they'd become good friends, maybe Judy even travels with the Aldecaldos for a while or joins them, like in the Star ending when she's romanced.

I put River in the back and center cause he's the biggest of the bunch and I think he'd love being there, watching over everyone in a way (and keeping an eye on Takemura, cause he doesn't trust him xD). I'd like to think him and Viktor get talking about boxing, workouts, maybe make plans for a friendly sparring match. Maybe they've even met before on some occasion, only just realizing it now. Viktor is btw out of the whole bunch the person Vince has know the longest, almost as long as he knew Jackie in my background story for him.

Goro keeps himself in the back because he definitely is the odd one out of the bunch (probably didn't wanna come in the first place), but maybe he's starting to realize this moment that a life without Arasaka is not the end of the world after all. That there's always room for new beginnings, no matter how unlikely it seems (but he's still gonna give V shit, and V is gonna give him shit, obviously XD they're bickering like an old couple probably, much to Judy's and Panam's amusement who previously were rather wary of Goro).

Then a pair I only really got thinking about when I set this up were Misty and Kerry because... It does kinda make sense, and I think they'd get along really well? Like, Vince and Misty have known each other for a few years, and he likes her a lot, but he's not as close to her as he was to Jackie for example. She was definitely a positive guidance throughout the whole mess in 2077, and he really appreciates her for always seeing the good in everything. And I think Kerry would be a bit confused about her in the beginning, but since he also has spiritual leanings I think they'd find a lot of common ground. I also think Misty would just treat him as Vince's partner, some guy, not be all in awe about him being famous - aware of it, but ignoring it, because it does not matter in the grand scheme of things how rich and famous you are but whether or not you're a decent human being.

And Nibbles is there because she lives there, obviously, this is her penthouse, her sofa xD Needs to make sure everyone behaves!

I had been thinking about including Rogue in the scene, but then I also thought... she probably wouldn't come xD Be like "nah kid, thanks, but you do you", and she's not that close with Vince on a personal level. Same goes for Claire, I love her so much, and while I think she and Vince get along very well, they're not as close (or maybe she just didn't have time).

I was pondering also if I wanted to include Jackie and Johnny in some way, because they can't be there physically for known reasons (and even though Vince wouldn't have invited Johnny just to annoy him, Johny would have come anyway to annoy him back, so there's that XD). Decided against it in the end because the ideas I had would have meant more editing than what I was ready to do just now, but I have some more ideas with Vince and Jackie and Johnny that work better in a different setting anyway.

if you've read this far, here's a piece of birthday cake 🍰

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kyouka-supremacy · 4 months

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Tangentially related to the last Beast sskk post, just something that has been going through my mind A LOT in the last period:

There's this tendency I see of characterizing post-Beast sskk as being on very bad terms with each other, keeping on hating each other even after Dazai's death, and I personally can't relate with that interpretation. To me the canon Beast sskk development is, more or less, a warming up to each other speedrun. All the issues they used to have, about being on opposites sides, about having contrasting ethics, were already sorted up in canon, violently and unmercifully, but most importantly thoroughly and definitely. I find it very easy to believe they'd get along post canon, because everything they had to sort out between them, they already did fully.

When I say that Beast sskk is more or less a warming up to each other speedrun, it's also in the perspective of Beast sskk being a general speedrun to what sskk are in the canon timeline: because I do believe sskk's is a progression towards warming up to each other¹, and in a lot of ways it's already visible in canon, through Atsushi helping Akutagawa in the cannibalism arc despite allegedly hating to work with him, through Akutagawa dying so that Atsushi could escape, through Atsushi wearing Rashomon and Akutagawa letting him wear it and everything that entails. The thing is, when it comes to them, Beast sskk have already seen each other bare; they HAVE seen each other at their lowest point already. If there ever was a peak of hate between them, they've already reached it, and that means the tension is only going to plummet from there. There's nothing left for hate anymore, only for understanding and compassion and love.

“More or less” of a speedrun, that is, because honestly? Beast sskk never needed to warm up to each other, because they didn't start from hating, wholly and sincerely, each other like their canon counterparts did. Beast sskk started from a place of common ground, of genuine sympathy and liking for each other. When they started fighting, I think they were both pained from having to fight each other, who shortly beforehand they had found so easy to relate to and most importantly who they felt understood from. If they hated each other at some point - which, everything accounted, is still realistic, especially given the threat they both posed to their little sisters and more generally to their weaknesses and insecurities -, all accounted it was still brief (literally. didn't last more than half a day), and likely easy to leave behind. In the end I just think for Beast sskk it's going to be easy - spontaneous, even -, to go back to the warm acceptance and understanding they shared on their first meeting; because, differently from their canon counterparts, they know that in normal circumstances they get along, and that's something they can't lie about to themselves and pretend it's not true. They can't lie to themselves about hating each other like canon sskk do; so really, Beast sskk is left no other choice than to get along.

As a final note, I think it would also be easier for Beast sskk to get along because Beast Atsushi doesn't feel to be on an higher moral pedestal like his canon counterpart does, so a lot of moral conflict between Atsushi and Akutagawa simply doesn't happen in Beast.

¹ In a way that, for comparison, skk aren't, who remained more or less frozen on the stance of “hating you (that is also loving you)”. Regarding that, I agree with the interpretation of canon some people offered that the manga is the story of sskk's progression, while skk's relationship is already fully developed.

#This… Is for a good part referred to the Beast sskk fics labelled as hate sex lmao #And the thing with me is that I don't think Beast sskk would have sex at all.#But if they did in my opinion it'd be like. The most vanilla thing ever avdsjkuvbslkugvhblesubvk #Athough now that I'm writing this down I'm realizing people who write Beast sskk hate sex probably aren't interested–#in sskk characterization as their main concern and may simply find the scenario enjoyable.#Which is legit. Which also makes this whole ramble completely pointless.#Oh well #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd beast #mine #16/12/23

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many-but-one · 5 months

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Hello! I follow you on TT and here, you are amazing, and your stories helped us a lot to finally feel seen and not so alone. We are in therapy, we are trying to have a better life. We wanted to ask you about some coping skills that can help with repressed memories, flashbacks, so, we can try to work on them, maybe you have some that you can share (if that’s okay, and you are comfortable doing that)? Also, I wanted to know… how to help other parts to be more comfortable to interact with our therapist? For now there is one part that is working with them and processing some stuff. Abbé, we can help each other with this? Thank you. And I hope you are doing okay. Take care.

Phoenix system

Hey Phoenix System! Your most recent ask is actually what made us realize that we had a ton of asks built up that we hadn't answered, so thanks for that. I'll answer this one first.

Coping skills for dealing with repressed memories, flashbacks, etc:

Inner communication. Working on inner communication when you start feeling repressed memories, emotions, flashbacks, etc, coming on is necessary. Reminding parts that they do not need to keep reliving these things anymore (you already lived it once, you don't have to keep reliving it) and that it's 2023 and you are [insert age here] now can help keep parts grounded in the present. Will discuss grounding methods shortly. Also understanding why a flashback is occurring can be helpful in order to minimize them. Because remember, you don't *have* to keep living this stuff over and over, so working on figuring out why a part is reliving things is necessary to decrease the amount of things coming out. Are they flashbacking because of an external trigger? What is that trigger and how can we avoid it? Are they flashbacking because a part triggered them internally? Why did that part trigger that part internally? What is the motive behind that? Does the part believe that they have to keep reliving their trauma purposely? Why do they believe that? Is this part sending flashbacks to send a message? Are they angry? Do they feel ignored? This is a common thing for parts to do if they feel ignored. "You don't acknowledge my pain, so I'm going to show you my pain instead." (via flashbacks). Communicating with parts why a flashback is occurring and how we can minimize them in the future is imperative for eventual healing. Getting everyone on the same page that we are now in the present and not in the past will minimize flashbacks too. Easier said than done. We have been doing this part by part for nearly three years now and while we've made a lot of progress, we still have a long way to go. It takes time.

Grounding methods. Grounding in the present is very important to minimize how "deep" into flashbacks you go. These are usually engaging your senses in your current present day world to show that you are there in the present, in 2023 (or whatever year you are reading this). For us, holding bags of ice in our hands helps keep us from floating too far into dissociation land. Looking around the room (or outside space) and pointing out all of the red objects or green objects or whatever variety of object you feel like pointing out forces you to focus on the fact you are in THAT space, not the space that your mind is trying to take you to. Eating mints or cinnamon candies is also a very good grounding method for us, sour candy too. It's a harsh taste that's hard to ignore, and it's not something we were actively tasting during our traumatic experiences, so it can help remind us that we are currently in adult time eating sour candy/mints/cinnamon candy. If anyone else who reads this has grounding methods that work for them that they'd like to share, please feel free to add to this post.

Distractions. If all else fails, finding things to distract yourself when you start feeling the thought spirals come is important. These can be things like reading a book, watching a comfort show or youtuber, doing something hands-on like art, crocheting, or even lego building, etc, is a good way to stay distracted. While it's important to recognize or try to communicate with parts to try and keep yourself from going into trauma time, sometimes a system's communication is low, or it can be difficult to reach parts because your head is like a beehive of voices. Keeping yourself distracted with things that keep you grounded in the present time will be necessary until the moment passes. Because eventually it will pass, and then you'll be more clearheaded and able to address what happened later.

Journaling/video/audio recording things that you've seen in flashbacks. Writing poetry, journaling, speaking aloud, etc helps to put words to the experiences. Putting words to the experiences often helps lessen the emotional intensity of the experiences. This is why therapy is something that helps people. Putting words to experiences can help make the emotional impact of something easier to manage. For parts who struggle to use words or type or write, drawing pictures or finding pictures online to describe the experiences helps too. Something that we try to do with parts who are having flashbacks or who try to send flashbacks to explain how much pain they are in is encouraging them to put words or images to the experiences rather than sending flashbacks to fronters to explain how much pain they are in. It helps our parts immensely to have a place dedicated to only them to express their pain. This can be via tumblr blogs (public or private, however they prefer), google docs, a journal that is only for them, a discord channel in a private system server that is only theirs, etc.

Now, for how to help parts feel more comfortable interacting with the therapist, this is twofold.

One, that part needs to be able to trust the therapist. If they don't trust the therapist, they aren't going to want to talk to them no matter how much you try to convince them. You and your therapist need to have good rapport and they need to basically be able to "prove" to that part that they are trustworthy to speak to.

Two, you then need to also convince that part that the therapist is trustworthy. Hence the need for the therapist to "prove" they are trustworthy. Remind parts that therapists have rules that they cannot tell people outside of the room you are in what you speak about. If this therapist has played by the rules of the system so far, like agreeing when to drop subjects when parts don't want to talk about something, or not pressuring parts to speak when they don't want to (a therapist should never force a part to speak to them or force parts to talk about things they aren't ready to talk about) point that out to those parts and remind them that this therapist has had good boundaries with the system in the past, so it's likely those boundaries will continue.

Lastly, it takes time for parts to feel comfortable talking to a therapist. Some parts will be okay talking but won't want to share their name or what they do in the system. If your therapist tries to pressure parts to tell them their name, their age, or what they do for the system, that's not going to create a safe environment for parts. Parts will open up only when they feel comfortable enough to, and that is something the therapist has to create.

I hope this post helped! If anyone has any further suggestions to add, feel free. :)

#did osdd #did alters #dissociative identity disorder #manybutone #did system #coping skills #coping strategies #trauma coping #trauma treatment #trauma therapy #trauma recovery #did therapy #osddid #cdd system #advice #asks #anon asks #answered asks

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utilitycaster · 10 months

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queueing this on purpose as it's about no one single incident, but the (finally) slowly dissipating looming specter of Campaign 1 stereotypes/discourse has always been weird to me because I have only ever experienced the backlash.

I completely understand, and have even seen the older comments proving it was the case, that it was common during Campaign 1 that people would send death threats to Marisha for breathing; and that because Vax was clearly portrayed as bi and having mental illness, and to a lesser but not complete extent that Percy was 1. played by a bi man and 2. was more complex than Punisher sticker you can put on your pickup truck, that bro-y types would latch on to Travis and Sam as the REAL MEN who HAVE MANLY CHARACTERS. But coming in with Campaign 2, with my main fandom home being Tumblr, I've mostly experienced the (fortunately, significantly toned down) opposite. And as someone who likes all these players but has had actual, textual criticisms of Beau or Laudna (or even just...doesn't think they are perfect and the leader and the best), and who vibes heavily with what Travis does and finds a lot to enjoy about Sam's characters even when they frustrate me I feel half the time the arguments I get are directed not at me but with some guy who actually quit watching five years ago.

Like, I'm not saying "dumbass DM's girlfriend can't play a druid," I'm talking about an entirely different character who happens to be played by the same actor and saying "I feel this character was created with a particularly heavy focus on aesthetics, and the mechanics and backstory do not always cohere as a result." I also find myself in the weird position of preferring the more "serious" Campaign 1 characters of Vex, Percy, Keyleth, and Vax, but finding a lot to appreciate in Grog and Scanlan and Tary that often gets pushed aside in order to paint them as either nothing more than goofy comic relief or as an exercise in selfishness, when they're not ignoring them entirely; and worse, find that people will treat Fjord and Veth like Grog and Scanlan despite that being an entirely false comparison.

I've also mentioned that I feel this in online d&d spaces too - like, I fully believe there was a time once when the contempt was reserved for the tiefling druids and changeling bards and REAL PLAYERS play a dwarf fighter on a quest for revenge, but that just fully flipped, and now you have players who sound like absolute nightmares claiming moral superiority solely because they play a firbolg with a mohawk who acts at all times like they'd rather be in Monsterhearts than a D&D campaign, instead of one of those cringey human fighters. Just, in general, it feels like the middle ground in a lot of actual play and TTRPG discussions is lost because half the people I talk to are still carrying on half of an argument they once had in 2016.

#queue #like the problem is i get how this happens!#but now people perpetuate the same thing just for the opposite opinion instead of making a more open-minded space in general

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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I'm in a fandom with a lot of virulent antis (surprise surprise, it's heavily dark source material and I don't know why they're here at all) and a lot of the pairings that aren't the main badwrong ship on ao3 now have DNI tags on them for shippers of the badwrong ship. I guess not enough to break the TOS (no direct threats?), but still full of stuff like "x shippers DNI", "get help you freaks", "You're disgusting" etc etc.

Its just... so frustrating. Like that's a pretty red flag for me that a fic probably is going to be in an immature writing style so I probably won't read it anyway, but every time I see it I just.... heave a big sigh. Why these people are in this fandom or on Ao3 at all I'll never know. Its not even helpful - the tags are there to help describe the fic, if I didn't want to see that kind of content I could just... avoid content that's tagged that way. Why even add that to a fic that's not even about those characters at all?

Honestly, my real question is.... Olderthannetfic, how do you do it?

I feel like I do it "right", in fandom, or at least I try. I always just block and move on. I don't follow the discourse where I can help it and block a lot of the relevant tags. I keep to a small circle of folks that have the same fun brainrot I do and have fun, generally. But this kind of stuff still slips through the cracks in a way that's unavoidable if you're ever online at all. To be honest, it still hurts a lot to see each time, and be reminded that some people seem to literally want me dead over reading a story. And I can't help the doubt and the self-flagellation that creeps in. Despite my best efforts, and all my research, and living to the ripe rip van winkle tumblr fandom spinster age of 27... I sometimes have a moment where I think, maybe I really am a freak or a degenerate, or an evil predator waiting to bloom.

Do you ever experience this? Does this feeling ever go away, or at least dull to a more bearable exasperated eye roll? Do you ever see these anti idiots grow up or grow out of this mindset? Is it just a matter of time, age or experience? Is there a point at which you felt like it affected you less, or perhaps it didn't affect you like that at all? Is there a secret to navigating it calmly and with confidence? Do you have any advice to give in the, er, art of not giving a fuck?

Why would I quail at a stupid child on the internet after coming out as queer when I was 14 in the 90s?

I grew up with very open-minded, supportive family aside from my mother's conviction that BDSM was something people were into because they'd been abused. Even then, I remember privately snickering because I was super kinky, and wouldn't that upset her given this silly world view?

I had it easy compared to most in the 90s, but I still saw a lot of nonsense, like good old Mom on the topic of kink or murders in the media. But I also spent a lot of time reading educational sexuality books that debunked myths about fantasies and kinkiness.

Maybe a firmer grounding in sexuality stuff would help you? Nancy Friday's work on women's fantasies is a common starting point. I'm partial to The Topping Book, which is full of "it's great to be a top, actually" and not "you only do it for the sub".

Getting older does usually help though. Most 20-somethings are insecure in their sense of self. Middle age is when people's fucks generally run out, and that only continues to grow. Watch a stupid child go after some 60-something zine writer lady. She's going to laugh in their faces. Some people remain insecure forever, I suppose, but not anybody who had to woman up to be in fandom in the first place.

It's not just that these little idiots are wrong about us being predators: it's that they are the morally degenerate ones for spreading the psychological equivalent of "vaccines cause autism" or "Jews want to steal your Christian babies".

This idea that The Bad People are infiltrating our minds with their propaganda overlaps heavily with anti-semitic conspiracy theory right wing fundie nutjob ideas, and yet these young fools claim to be pro-queer and pro-civil rights. They're an embarrassment to any progressive movement and it disgusts me.

When someone goes "You're not a Christian, so you're going to hell", do you have a moment when you wonder?

Because that's the level of absurdity here.

Even if they don't bully, even if they don't include threats in their DNIs, the fact that they're spreading myths about sexuality that have been thoroughly debunked many times means they're doing something unethical, anti-intellectual, and anti-science.

I'm not afraid or guilty. I'm embarrassed for them.

Do antis grow out of it? Yes, frequently.

They are—either literally or functionally—victims of right wing Christian cults. They have the same trajectory of realizing they've been had and slowly trying to work through the raging guilt and religious trauma.

I have limited patience but some sympathy. Like other victims who were indoctrinated to hurt people, escaping the cult is hard. It means not only giving up your false sense of safety and all of your friends but facing what you've done.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 6 months

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Now you've got me thinking of vampire!Shig/Dabi. How Dabi cries blood and how Shig likes seeing him cry (for sexy fun reasons, obviously) 👀🫢 ooohhh, Tanco, you've given me a brain worm!!

Pairing: Shigadabi

Contents: BDSM, Dacryphilia, Vamipre!Shigaraki, Restraints, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Blood Play, Multiple Orgasms, Possessiveness, Orgasm Denial/Delay

He does not bite the people he fucks.

It's a common feeding tactic. Vampire venom is great for stripping back inhibitions, it makes the food source feel euphoric, a high enough dose can make them black out, and if they survive, it leaves them feeling essentially hung over. Lots of his kind like to cruse bars for people who are already a little drunk, using the intoxication to their advantage, as if they need any more. He doesn't eat the people he fucks. It's not some moral high ground. Taking blood without consent is still probably less bad than killing someone outright which is his usual method of feeding. And the thing is, there are plenty of people who want to be 'sucked and fucked' as it's been called in crasser circles.

But with his quirk and his vampirism, both serving to make him so dangerous, Tomura doesn't fuck anyone who is high, drunk, or pumped full of his venom. It's just too dangerous. Could bite his partners after they're finished, but he never does. Puts him off his appetite once their bodies are ripe with the smell of cooling sweat, cum, and tears, when their blood is cooling so apparently inside of their veins. He's never even been tempted.

And then he started fucking Dabi.

The first time they had ended up in bed together, it wasn't actually a bed. Had been arguing about a job, Dabi always feeling very secure in arguing with him because even though Tomura is fast, he's also extremely flammable. Dabi was always sure he could kill him if it came down to it, and he wore that surety in the form of arrogance and insubordination. So they had been fighting, and he had gotten into the arsonist's face, had moved with his unnatural speed to snarl at him, fangs bared because that was just how riled Dabi can make him. And instead of smelling smug, or afraid, or angry, he had smelled aroused, and the next thing he knew he had the other man on top of the table, Dabi's hands tangled into his hair and pulling him into a rough kiss. Had fucked him hard and absolutely ruined the blueprints they'd been arguing over in the first place. And he had nearly sunk his teeth into Dabi's throat while he was buried to the hilt in his too-hot, too-perfect body.

Restrained himself the first time, and the second time, and the third time, when Dabi had actually let him take him to bed instead of whatever vaguely private improvised surface they could find, he'd mumbled, while he was still laying boneless and fucked out in his bed, "Fine with you biting me, Duster."

And he'd grit his teeth and done his best to keep hold of his already fraying control. "I don't bite people I sleep with."

"Really? Every other Fang I've slept with asked, or didn't and got ashed, but whatever." Tomura isn't sure what to do with the anger that kindles in his chest. A possessive, instinctive rage that his arsonist has ever felt the sting of someone else's fangs. Really not helping with the desire to bite him, to give him a drop of his blood in turn so that no other vampire will come near him without knowing he's off-limits.

"I don't." Had been all he'd managed before Dabi dropped the topic with a shrug.

But that doesn't mean that every time he has the arsonist in bed he's not half distracted trying to keep his fangs to himself. It's probably a good thing that Dabi's neck and wrists are so heavily scarred because if he had to watch the way his pulse raced along with the heady smell of his blood in his nose and the loud frantic beating of his heart, Tomura would have lost it a long time ago. Feels his control slipping whenever he has Dabi in his bed, so he proposes a change to their relationship. Switched from being his boss who he hatefucks sometimes, into being his Dom. Introduced more rules into their bedroom play and thought that would help him keep his head on straight. Would make him curb his hunger. But every time he's with Dabi it just seems to grow.

"Tomura," Dabi's voice always gets so breathless and whiny when he has the other man like this, the attitude melting away the second he takes complete control of his sub. That alone could get him drunk on the other man's presence.

"How many times did you talk back to me during the meeting?" A meeting observed by his teacher at that. Is supposed to be proving himself as a worthy successor, and Dabi had put that in jeopardy. More than earned a punishment and knew that he would get one, but kept it up anyway. Been so bratty since they started planning this job. Thinks that means his firefly is nervous. Doesn't blame him for that, not really, not when the last time the League had gone up against UA they'd lost nearly everyone they brought in for the job. But Dabi is more insane than him if he doesn't think that he'll tear down everything in his way to-- the obsessive thoughts come unbidden and unwanted. He pushes them aside. Clicks the bullet one setting higher to hear Dabi keen and see him arch against his bonds. The point is Dabi knew he was misbehaving when he did it. Had still readily come to his room. Which means he knew he would be in for a punishment when he did.

"Please, sir," The words tremble, but not nearly as badly as Dabi is. Stripped and bound on his bed, legs held wide with a spreader between them, and his cock hard and flushed, silicone cock ring keeping him that way as Tomura runs the bullet vibrator along his length. Between his piercings, just underneath his head, presses it to his slit and watches one desperate drop of pre manage to slip out and bead there.

"Four." He answers for him. "Four times, brat. So that's how many times I'm going to fuck you before you get to cum." He doesn't think that's possible. Thinks Dabi will pass out or his erection will go from pleasurable to dangerous if he actually makes the human hold out for that long against his supernatural stamina, but Dabi has a safeword for when he needs human concessions in their play. He'll last two, probably, and then Tomura will save the next two for the next time he has the arsonist in bed. Then again, brings the vibrator back down along his piercings as the fingers opening up his needy boy press and rub against his prostate. Dabi strains against his bonds, a dry sob choked out of his throat as he moans. Fuck, he looks pretty when he's desperate. He supposes if Dabi begs after one then he'll possibly get to torture him three times, maybe four if he's feeling particularly mean.

He's definitely feeling mean when he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. His firefly doesn't love anything as much as he loves being stuffed full, and Tomura loves the way his body is so much hotter around him than anyone else has ever been. loves the way his tight walls always cling so greedily to him. Dabi's smoking after just a few thrusts which means all his efforts to work him up are certainly paying off. Brings everything even higher for him as he makes sure to angle his cock to hit his prostate and brings the toy back to his ladder. The metal piercing the skin there has already made him so sensitive, the added sensation has him clenching like a vice around his cock, and his back arching off of the bed. It will be a miracle if he manages not to safeword before Tomura's even reached his first orgasm at this rate.

"You're not going to make it to four, are you, baby? Too needy. I'm going to have to carry over your punishment then." Definitely the possessive thing in him that says, "I should lock your cock up so that you can't touch yourself until you've finished being punished. Make you wear it all the time. I wonder if it would be visible through those tight pants, probably would be. That would mean everyone would know that you're mine." Shit, knows those words were made too much of his instincts, pivots, "That you misbehaved and now you don't get to play with your needy cock until I say so."

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura--" gasping on every thrust. He can hear every hitch in his breathing, the rapid beating of his heart, can smell his sweat, and arousal, and blood. He is getting lost in Dabi, because he always gets lost in him when they fuck. His own arousal is at odds with his hunger, as both slowly build. He should have drained a blood bag before snaring the arsonist, because his thirst is getting to him. Is making it smell like Dabi is about to bleed, but he's being careful. Keeping his strength at bay. No reason for Dabi to be bleeding--

It would have been hard to control himself at the first broken sob out of Dabi's throat if it were tears running over his cheeks. It is impossible to do when Dabi breaks and there is blood pouring from his eyes instead. Can't even focus long enough to wonder if that's bad. Because humans don't typically cry blood unless there's something very, very wrong, because his hunger absolutely overwhelms him. His human, already so pretty, even prettier with tears on his cheeks, and those are blood. Can indulge in him without infecting him with his venom.

He might lose his mind a bit. Leans down and drags his tongue over Dabi's cheek, and they both moan loudly. Dabi's blood is a contradiction. It's hot against his tongue but it tastes like snow, and ash, and molten metal. It's rich with the flavor of his desperation, his pleasure, and he immediately knows he shouldn't have had one taste, because he wants so much more. He wants to sink his teeth into his throat and drink so deeply that Dabi will have to take a pull off his veins to survive, so he will be smelling like him for weeks. Barely notices how hard he's fucking the other man, how he's been holding the bullet against his ladder, is too busy indulging in everything he shouldn't have. Just wants to get more bloody tears slipping over his cheeks.

"Ah, ah, ah-- Tomura, I-- I can't," he sobs fresh and he immediately licks away the fresh drops of blood. "Tomura, gray, please, please--"

He barely pays attention, reaching down to undo his ring. Only takes another few thrusts before Dabi's cum is splashing hotly against their skin. Tomura doesn't stop. Fucks him straight through the overstimulation so that Dabi is sobbing constantly, even when he does eventually manage to get hard again. To stripe their stomachs with a little more cum. Is planning on taking him through to a third, will keep going so long as those delicious, pretty tears keep falling, but his firefly is shaking his head, his voice shaking too,

"Yellow, please, Tomura, please," means he wants him to slow down. Wants him to finish, will hold out for that, but otherwise wants to be close to stopping. Too bad. Something treacherous in him knows if he just gives him a nip, maybe against his swollen lips, that his venom will take away his reluctance. Will make him pliant and eager, will make him push his body far further than would be comfortable. That a drop of his venom will make Dabi's body last until he decides he's done with him. But even through the haze of his arousal and blood, Tomura knows better. Focuses on his thrusts, easing off of his prostate, putting the bullet aside, and with the heavy satisfaction of fresh blood in his stomach, the feeling of Dabi's spent body still trembling and clenching tight around him, and the sight of him, strung-out, bloody smears on his cheeks, and pretty blue eyes so hazy, it doesn't take long for him to finish. Orgasming has always been better since he turned, but he's never finished immediately after feeding, and the blood makes everything so much better. Makes the pleasure feel like it sinks so much deeper, like it might have restarted his heart for a split second as warmth that is no longer his surges through his body. Focuses beyond the wonderful sensations tingling across his nerves to listen for Dabi's little gut-punched sound he always makes whenever he fills him up with his cum, like no matter how many times they do this, it's still a surprise that his release is as cool as the rest of his body.

It takes them both a while to come down from everything, and when Tomura pulls out, he delights in watching how Dabi trembles and shivers as his cum leaks out of his flushed, puffy hole. Dabi stays slumped against the mattress as Tomura takes in the handprints that are bruised around his hips, the pricks of where his nails sunk in, and he feels a pang of remorse. He's normally so good about controlling his strength, but clearly he'd slipped while he was in the haze of his lust-- both types of it. If they're already nearly the same color as Dabi's scars then they're going to be especially painful when his firefly comes all the way down from his high. Tomura dips his head down to press a kiss against one of the marks and Dabi hisses softly.

"Sorry, I'll go get you an icepack."

Dabi makes a non-committal sound, tangles a hand in his hair instead and tugs lightly. Couldn't move him if he wanted, but he indulges the human, shifting back up his body to give him a kiss, the other man's blood still behind his teeth. "Can't you just give me a little of yours?"

The wave of possessive heat that goes through him makes his fangs drop before he can stop it, and Dabi lets out a breathless laugh. Always delights in making him lose control even the smallest bit. "Dabi,"

"Come on, not like I'm fucking any other fangs right now," the thought has a snarl building in his chest. "Besides you got a taste, you're all about reciprocity."

"...Are you sure?"

"Come on Duster, make me yours," there's a teasing little lilt in his voice. Like he doesn't believe or understand just how badly Tomura wants that. "Besides, I have more punishments. Won't this help me keep up?"

He doesn't even care about that at the moment, too lost in the thought of having his claim inside of Dabi's skin. "Alright," And Dabi actually looks surprised, but his smell is delighted and a little smug. Tomura sinks his fangs into his lip before pressing back in for another kiss, letting the taste of their blood mingle on their tongues.

Thanks for submitting!

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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That xisuma fic was absolutely incredible! If you have any more specific headcanons about android!X I would love to hear them! The idea is amazing and you wrote it so well!

Hai-yo! I'm glad you liked the writing snippet! ^_^

Oh boy, headcanons. How dare you make me organize my thoughts! Let's see.

Android!X is a server that one day decided to stop running in the background. Where I think most of the hermits were "born" on a home world that they can return to, it's more like Xisuma goes into his own mind. Similarly, if someone were to plot a course in the universe to Xisuma's home world, they'd just end up standing in front of him. [I feel like this also means between seasons X just kinda floats like a spaceman in hyper sleep through the void, go you funky little robot go!]

His body is made of circuitry and nanobots? In a way that isn't in any way functional to real life. But it's like he's a beehive almost. He has a living, moving body, but it's built for finesse and life-like expression. That kind of detail needs constant maintenance, so he has a fleet of little drone nanobots constantly doing repairs.

On that note, I think metallic/cybernetic/redstone components don't respawn like organic matter does on death. If it takes damage, it has to be repaired. Hermits like Doc are only mildly hampered by this, since any time his mechanics break, only parts of him are out of commission. For X though, anything that doesn't kill him outright has to be repaired. His nanobots help this, especially with small bits of damage accrued throughout the day, but anything that does significant damage requires him to power down to focus on repair and rebuild, where his nanos can run rampant while he rests. [He's never not productive though. Normally he uses this time to catch up on writing memory transcripts and other general internal housekeeping.]

Android!X is functionally smart but because everything he's ever done has had to be coded, a lot of things slip between gaps in his logic. He's a very smart computer, but he's still a computer. Common sense things slip between the cracks because common sense on regular people is mostly pattern recognition and intuition. Xisuma's only intuition is something he's hand-written in a table in a file somewhere. If he's never had to write/code it, and it's unique enough to not show up in a basic dictionary/archive search, it's a blind spot for him. He can query and in a millisecond give you data facts about the deep dark and still forget that the clicking noise his thinking pattern makes would attract a Warden. This also means he sometimes has weird hang ups in social situations sometimes. Yeah sure, Etho and BDubs are having the same friendly debate from last week, but this time BDubs is 30% louder [possible difference in altercation severity?] and Etho is on hazardous ground [standing on scaffolding, increasing height, personal endangerment? Posturing? Intimidation technique?], which means this situation is actually totally different and he's never coded protocols for it. He's gotten pretty good at reading other people's reactions to gauge his own, but when he's alone, he sometimes has an error he's affectionately labeled a "social short circuit". Good thing they're all hermits and understand when he sometimes just... walks away from things.

Even X doesn't know where his emotions come from. He knows he can augment them [He has a database for complex feelings like "happy and also sad" and "lonely but content", as well as for tonally dissonant scenarios like "feel worried when Cleo says 'its fine'."] and he has on a handful of occasions been able to shut them down when he was too overwhelmed or in a tense situation. But he has no idea where the emotions originally came from, and his ability to control their intensity [and turning them off] is so non-existent it's nearly random.

Xisuma has been trying to code a way to feel pain for a long time. Most of the hermits think he's crazy when he talks about it, but he thinks it would cut back on a lot of his time spent on damage assessment. It's much easier to tell if something is broken if you can feel it break. Currently his only indication something is wrong is if a circuit is actively frying or something stops working -- or if his nanos sniff it out.

Xisuma doesn't eat, but he tells his friends he eats redstone. It cuts back on some of the unnecessary worry about his well-being. It also means when they think he's distressed, they leave him little gifts of redstone, and he finds that endearing.

Xisuma likes to dress up his cybernetics. It started out with trying new paint jobs and slowly escalated to building new body casings with fancy cosmetics. He's very proud of his bone mage cosplay. The little dragon helmet has glowy-eyes and smoke comes out of its nose and everything. Tango, Joe and Cleo like to help him design things, and he lets Doc and Grian go ham trying to stress test [ie ruthlessly destroy] the parts to make sure they're durable before he commits to a design.

And that's about all I've got for now I think!

#answering asks #the barking writer #xisuma #android!xisuma #robot!xisuma #savviathan #long post #longpost #woe! my headcanons be upon ye!

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Hey! I miss your writing! How are you doing??

Any way I can get Corey with a shy s/o? How would that start, with him being shy in the beginning of the movie??

Ahh this one was really cute to write, thank you!

As for your question, things have been very up and down lately, hence the slow release of writing. The death of one of my beloved pets, a health scare with a family member who was in extremely critical condition, recently adopting three new baby rats, issues at work, applying for new jobs, dealing with a lot of inner turmoil and, for lack of a better term, a major crisis in self identity and I guess a lot of questioning about my own personal beliefs, feelings about myself, my family, my life has.... left me feeling very beat down and just fucking exhausted lmao.

In better news, I'm really hoping to see Halloween Ends again here soon, so fingers crossed that it works out because I'm DYING to see Corey again, especially since I want to get a better grasp on him for writing as I still fear I write him OOC. But hey, he's new, I'm new to writing him, I'll get better with him.

Also I cannot remember what his bike looks like so pls pretend this would work even if it wouldn't </3

Thank you again! This came out a bit longer than intended.

Corey Cunningham x shy! s/o

You two are both shy - but in somewhat different ways, and it's honestly kind of cute how it worked out that way.

Much of Corey's shyness stems more so from how incredibly socially awkward he feels, at least initially. While after the babysitting incident he became incredibly anxious (sometimes bordering on fearful) when it came to interacting with the public due to the cruelty they'd often deal his way, a great deal of his shyness has more to do with him just not really being sure how to socialize with people without coming across as, what to him always felt, dorky.

Corey thinks your shyness is pretty damn adorable - which is funny because he thinks his own is unattractive. His own didn't actually bother him too much, at least not until you came along - y'know the saying "opposites attract", and he felt that he didn't have the charisma to attract you, or get you to open up beyond the timid waves or smiles you'd give his way whenever your eyes would meet briefly.

He's had his eye on you for awhile. Never, ever sure how to approach you given the fact that neither of you knew each other, and that he's typically so focused on his studies and educational goals that he'd worry you may not find much in common with him and, as a result of that as well as what he always viewed as his abysmal social skills and lack of charm, you'd end up losing any interest you may have had in him.

Truthfully, it takes until after that Halloween night for him to approach you, and it wasn't exactly something he planned. After what happened, he knew that you knew, and as a result he could only assume that like most others in Haddonfield, you wanted nothing to do with him, and he considered any potential for a relationship with you gone.

That was, until the day you were walking out of the same convenience store he was going in to. It was an incredibly brief, yet still so comically awkward encounter, that every night he spent thinking of it made his heart thump with both embarrassment but also a giddiness he hadn't felt before.

He, upon opening the door and realizing someone was heading out, kept his gaze mostly to the ground in the hopes that avoiding eye contact would save him any flak from anyone who recognized him as he held the door for whoever it was, praying that they'd just pass by and not give him any shit. He didn't even want a thanks - hell, he figured that if he didn't hold the door, it'd slam shut on whoever it was and then it was inevitable that they would say something to him.

"Thank y- " You'd started, and the moment he heard your voice his head shot up, and he couldn't determine if your words were cut short by his sudden movement or by the disgust you must've felt upon realizing it was him, of all people - yet that apprehension faded when you offered that sweet, timid smile that always made his heart flutter. "You're Corey, right? Thanks for the door - you didn't have to do that."

He spent weeks kicking himself over how terribly he stumbled over his attempt at saying both "You're welcome" and "It's no big deal" and instead said "You're no big deal". He was quick to correct himself, scoffing a painfully awkward chuckle and once again redirecting his eyes elsewhere "Shit, I meant... it's fine. You don't need to thank me, I wanted to. Yes, I'm Corey." And giving you your name in return to confirm that he did, in fact, know who you were too.

Much to both his relief but also embarrassment, you seemed to find his blunder more comical than you did anything else, and nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He could listen to that cute, quiet little laugh of yours for hours. You quickly excused yourself, wishing him a good night and a "see you around".

He wanted so desperately to believe that you were being genuine with your kindness, and he kept swearing to himself that he'd talk to you the next time he had the chance to. Opportunity after opportunity kept passing him by and he kept swearing that next time he'd do it, until one day when it was absolutely pouring rain, and apparently your usual method of transportation had fallen through and you had no choice but to walk in the downpour.

He was not about to let that happen, and taking the tiny surge of bravery he felt, he stopped his well-ridden bike close enough that you could hear him over the rain, but far enough that you, hopefully, didn't feel uncomfortable, and he offered you a ride.

It definitely was a spectacle - he didn't have his motorized bike yet, and his bike wasn't made for two people, so he had you take the seat, while he stood over the center bar to pedal. You had to place your hands on his sides to keep your balance, and had it not been for his concentration on getting you to your destination as quickly, yet as safely, as possible, he would've melted on the spot from your light touch.

The both of you actually laughed a bit over the ride to wherever it was you needed to go, and he felt a fair amount of any nervousness and shyness he felt around you melt off. The hard part, the how do I approach them without scaring them off? part was over with.

Once the two of you enter an established relationship, your shyness actually begins to bring out Corey's bolder, protective side. He'll speak up for you if you need him to (he absolutely will be the "excuse me, they asked for no pickles" one in the relationship if need be), he'll act as a literal barrier between you and someone if they're hassling you, he'll give you rides home if your shyness branches into the socially anxious territory (and even if it doesn't, he still prefers to give you rides home - the people in Haddonfield can be shitty and he does not trust many of them) - he can, and does, overcome his own struggles with shyness when it comes to you.

As things develop and he becomes bolder, and much more confident and charismatic, he absolutely loves to tease you a bit and get you a shy, flustered mess. Calling you goopy, silly pet names in private? Check. Wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders in public? Done. Pressing quick kisses to your face in a crowded room when you think no one is looking? It's like a game to him.

Turn the tables on him a bit, if you're feeling playful. For awhile, even just calling him something like babe or honey is going to bring back that shy, at a loss for words, Corey that he was for the first initial few weeks of your relationship.

#request #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slashers headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher scenario #slasher scenarios #corey cunningham headcanons #corey cunningham x reader

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Modern AU Jonrya + Divorced!RhaeLya Snippet

Test-running this the same way I did NHAT's first chapter! Keep in mind, this is not specifically RhaeLya or anti-RhaeLya. That said, Rhaegar, by virtue of being raised as more of a 'boy prince' than actual prince, has a characterization you may not agree with! But I don't care, it's my fic lol. Not a lot happens in this first snippet, it's more to establish the home-life Jon is coming from, the dynamic between Rhaegar and Lyanna, and because I find writing from this perspective funny. There is not a lot of Jonrya and only the set up for conflict. Enjoy! Please, tell me what you think.

It’s an age-old story. A real crowd favorite. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy sings a sad song. Girl cries. Boy gives her roses. Girl looks pretty with flowers in her hair. A classic love story, one for the books.

Things may have progressed a little quickly after. But, still, nothing truly out of the ordinary. Girl got pregnant. Boy proposed. Well… Boy had to get a divorce first. But it was a quick divorce.

Sure, maybe after the shotgun wedding, Boy and Girl had to hide out in the desert for a while, disappeared from the public without telling anyone where they went, resulting in a media-fuelled frenzy, a nation-wide search party involving everyone from paparazzi to armed police to private investigators…

Maybe her family had publicly accused him of kidnapping before the dust had settled. Acquitted of all charges, both in the legal court and that of public opinion.

Still, when Rhaegar looks back at how he and Lyanna first met, first fell in love, it really did feel that simple, that… uncomplicated, at the time. The politics, their respective family drama, the music scene and the industry bullshit, the age gap that was only a little less scandalous at the time…

He hadn’t cared about that. Neither had magazines, or newspapers. If anything, they’d eaten it all up. It only made them more sympathetic. For the most part. According to all the important publications, anyway.

Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen had been... the love story to end all love stories. Had been, as in, weren’t anymore, because, as anyone could tell you, they hadn’t been married for, say, like… a decade now? Somewhere between a decade, and thirteen years, four months, and twenty-one days.

And yet, it still smarts to think about it. Better not to, if he can help it.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing in the great, empty expanse of fucking woods he’s staring down to distract him. Why does Lyanna live out here again? Shouldn’t someone running a non-profit live somewhere with actual people around, in need of help?

Frankly, he never understood why they divorced in the first place. But I respected her wishes. Because I loved her.

Obviously. He wouldn’t be leaning against his car, waiting for his son to finally emerge from his aloof (second) ex-wife’s cabin in the woods if that wasn’t the case, all so he could spend a weekend enjoying the kid’s brooding company, pointedly not asking questions about how his mother was and what she was doing in her spare time when she wasn’t too busy saving the world and ignoring his calls.

Rhaegar taps his foot. Crosses his arms. Checks his hair in the passenger window. Uncrosses his arms. Checks his phone, again. Nothing. He texted Jon about his arrival three minutes ago.

Maybe, sometimes their conversation verged into discussion-of-Mom territory. But there was only so much for him and Jon to talk about. The kid was almost sixteen, permanently unimpressed with him, and he made no secret of the resentment he felt for him.

Rhaegar wanted to connect, he did, but he also had to acknowledge certain limitations to his position. The one thing they both shared was Lyanna. It made sense to fall back to common ground in lieu of any other options.

And he’s curious. Sue him. The woman is a bank vault when it comes to her personal life. Always was. Just ask the press. They'd tell you.

Rhaegar checks his phone. Four minutes. He thinks he can get away with ringing the doorbell. There’s literally ice on the ground. Even his openly embittered son doesn’t actually want him to freeze to death.

Well, he assumes. But the void of interest in Jon’s gaze as he opens the door and claps eyes on him might make him reconsider.

“Hey, champ.” Rhaegar forces out, and pretends like he isn’t internally grimacing at his own words. “Uh, I texted, but…”

Jon nods, already turning around, walking away and leaving the screen door to drift shut on his father. “I know.”

Rhaegar wedges a foot in before the heavy screen can shut him out completely, then shifts awkwardly in the doorway, propping it open. “You ready to head out?”

“Almost.”

He takes that as an invitation to step inside. Jon’s disappeared into a door beyond the stairs - the den, or the dining room? It’s been a while since Rhaegar got to really see the place. He’s never gotten an actual tour, technically, has maybe been in the kitchen twice, ever, let alone the rest of the place. Technically, it's a converted ranger station from back when the family held private ownership over the woods. For all he knows, it's an armory back there.

He glances around surreptitiously for a second, wondering if he has enough time to poke his head around - innocently, of course - only for Lyanna to skid into view before he can even move past the wet room. His pulse quickens, but before he can pull out a greeting as equally as cringeworthy as the first, she interrupts.

“Oh, good. You’re here. I’m heading out then.” She pushes an earring in with lethal precision and force, not even sparing a glance at the conveniently-placed hall mirror, calling back into the house, “Jon? I’m heading out! Did you hear me?”

Rhaegar almost has a heart attack when Jon pops his head in from the nearest room - he could’ve sworn the only way to the back was through the main hall, last time he was here - with a furrowed brow and a playful scowl on display. “Yeah, I’m right here. You don’t need to yell.”

Lyanna is doing her eyeliner, but she pauses to raise her own brows at him in warning. “Sometimes I think you could do with me yelling at you more, actually.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is that even possible?”

She smacks her hairbrush in his general direction in response, a fruitless gesture so familiar to Rhaegar it hurts. “Would you get out of here? With your… teenage… attitude? Ugh.” She fixes her lipstick then shoves her tools in her purse.

“Brutal, mom. Do you have my charger?”

“Our charger,” she insists. “It’s in the den. Go watch some dumb, scary movie, would you? Have a good time with your dad. And get out of my hair!”

Jon gives her a brisk salute as she hurries past.

“We will! Uh, have a good time,” Rhaegar assures her, but his eyes get caught on her cocktail dress, as she scoots past him, adjusts the skirt, and grabs her coat. “Where are you off to? Didn’t think you were even allowed to leave the woods.”

She gives him a slightly withering glance, then shrugs, smiles. “I have a thing.” By now Jon has joined them in the wet room, and she turns to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Lock up when you leave. I’ll see you two later.”

“Gross.” Jon waves from the door as she sidesteps the ice in her heels on her way to her truck. “Bye, mom. Be safe!”

“No worrying, kiddo! Have fun.”

“I know. But still.”

“Thanks, honey,” she clambers into the truck, blows a big, fat kiss from the window, intentionally over-the-top. “Mwah.”

Rhaegar follows her out, takes advantage of her patting around the front seat to plug her phone in. “Seriously, we never talk anymore. What’s the big occasion?”

She gives him a look he decides is indecipherable, then sighs. “Just meeting up with old friends of the family.” She finds the right chord to plug in her phone, then shoos him away from the window. “Okay. Really, this time - I’ll see you guys later.”

By the time she’s pulled out, and he’s shaken himself from his suspicious stupor, Jon is joining him out in the driveway. He shakes his head, then turns and gives him a fond, knowing look. “Where is she actually going?”

Jon, shrugging and hiking his backpack up his shoulder, returns the knowing look, if... decidedly less fond. “Some kind of double date.”

“What?” Rhaegar scoffs. “With who?”

“Uncle Ned and Aunt Catelyn.”

Interesting, but irrelevant. “No, who is she going with?”

“I don’t know. One of the Baratheons.” Jon is walking toward the car at this point.

“Shit!” Rhaegar jolts to follow, stops and curses as he almost slips on the ice, resumes his path with more caution. “Shit. Which one?”

“I don’t remember,” Jon says, popping open the trunk. He throws his luggage in the back.

Rhaegar rubs the back of his neck, exhaling a little in relief at just making it to the car without face-planting. “It can’t be Robert, is it? That’s insane.”

Jon pauses getting into the passenger seat to slip his backpack off his shoulder and spare his father a faintly exasperated look. “Dad…”

“Look, I - I know your uncle and him are friends, I’m sure he’s… fine, but… your mom hates him,” he rushes to clarify. Jon rolls his eyes and gets in the car, and Rhaegar scrambles to follow suit. “She always has.”

“I mean, it’s really none of your business.”

“Right, but… Right. I’m not saying she can’t. I’m just saying it would be stupid, and I hope your uncle hasn’t convinced her to give him another chance, when -”

“Are we going?” Jon interrupts, then sinks into his seat with a strange expression. “Arya and I have been waiting to see this for ages.”

“Uh…” Rhaegar blinks. Thinks. Starts to dig out his keys. “Yeah, we can go…” He starts the engine, but doesn’t take it out of park. “Just, let the engine warm up… How is Arya doing, lately, by the way? She wants to see this film?”

“Yeah,” Jon answers, slouching in his seat. “Has wanted to, for a while, now.”

“How’s she doing? You get to see her much, now she’s getting older?”

Jon turns to pretend to look at something out the window. Rhaegar knows he’s pretending. He was staring at the same goddamn woods waiting for a text for four minutes, so. “Not as much.”

Rhaegar takes this as an opportunity to change the address on his phone. “Is she busy tonight?”

“No.” No uncertainty. Not even a pause.

“You want to invite her along?”

“Seriously?”

“Why not?” Rhaegar starts backing out of the driveway. “She’s allowed to watch scary movies, right?”

“Yeah, we watch them all the time.” Good. It was a fifty-fifty bet, considering what Catelyn and Ned are respectively like as parents.

“Why don’t you text her? We’re early anyway. We can start heading down that way, and if she says no, we’ll just… You know. Course-correct.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll text her.”

“Good. Great. We’ll just… head for your uncle Ned’s.”

And if they happened to run into Lyanna when they got there, well... that's a non-issue.

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Thanks so much for reading! Hope it piqued your interest, even though there wasn't a ton of Jonrya right away. It's partly written but not enough to share for feedback. I'm curious to get feedback on the Rhaegar and Lyanna dynamic - I know the characters have huge fans and huge antis and frankly I'm half curious and half worried as to how either party will be reacting to the situation, lol! Anyway, thanks again.

#jonrya #jon snow #lyanna stark #asoiaf #arya stark #needleheart #rhaegar targaryen #a song of ice and fire #pureasoiaf #asoiaf au #modern au #jonrya fic #hewantshiswriting #hewantshisaus #hewantshiscontemporaryaus #hewantshisposts #divorceverse #hewantshisdivorceverse #idk we'll test run it and see!

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Saw the OT3 ask and was curious-

Context: Clearly 'some work' would need to be done especially if you feel kike humoring *waves at S5* but do you think chloadrinette has thruple potential? There's all kinds of connections between each member in several ways. Clearly more 'aspirational' than 'oh this is obvious from canon.'

I feel like up until Adrien renounced Chloe completely as a friend, a much easier argument could be made. After I feel like Chloe would need a few years to mellow out and as adults maybe they could find some common ground again. I'll divide my thoughts based on this cut off point

Before

Fundamentally, her 'redemption' is key to it working. Even pre season 5, she had a lot of problems

I think if Chloe stayed on the right path, I could see a throuple forming. Chloenette is largely no problem. I like that genre of sapphic romance, Chloe redeeming herself through acknowledging she likes Marinette and all that means for her world view. Marinette overcoming her anger with Chloe and giving her a second chance, seeing that Chloe is trying. It would be slow but I love the passion that can be found in that dynamic.

When it comes to Adrien and Chloe, it goes differently. For a long time Chloe was the closest thing he had to a friend and she wasn't a very good one as he'd learn. But he's always searching for the scrap of goodness, hoping if he likes her enough she'll magically become kind. It's why he could stand by her so long. Chloe would need some great upheaval, maybe finally realising her mother will never love her and in Adrien being there, the emotional vulnerability would draw them together.

Coupled with her feelings for Marinette already opening her mind and Marinette and Adrien inching closer together, they'd be on a crash course for something.

It would be tricky to write, a fine balancing act but just possible to imagine.

After

I think the reveal of the depth of Chloe’s bullying — and how Marinette is rightly traumatised by it prevents a similar redemption to lovers like above. Adrien would never go for it, knowing the depth of how Chloe hurt Marinette and Marinette could never forgive so soon. In the above, Chloe’s connections to them could facilitate a redemption but knowing what we know now, I wouldn’t want her redemption being reliant on the girl she tormented and the boy she took for granted.

So I imagine in our current canon, it could work if Chloe improved herself independently. That years have passed until they all cross paths again and Chloe is eager to make amends. She’s sort of hamfisted about it, makes Marinette think she’s not being genuine but through a continued demonstration of her sincerity and respect for them, she could probably endear herself to both of them. Adrien had to have seen something in her as a child, so he’d see that spark, crushed by a desire for her mother’s affection renewed. Marinette could finally get closer and again some of the tension would be there to propel forward something spectacular.

Overall, while I like the potential of Chloenette (pre-season 5) and there’s a charm to childhood friends to lovers, I definitely prefer other throuple ships to them. Kagami just checks all my boxes. I think it slightly comes from my own thoughts about Adrien. I sort of struggle seeing him dating anyone other than Marinette and this is in part due to headcanons of him being on the ace/aro spec and also the show’s writing of him as the deuteragonist and primary love interest. The show is from Marinette’s perspective primarily so the audience can’t think he could really be with anyone else. All the symbolism of the show centres around them as a balancing pair. However Marinette, being the protagonist, has connections to many people in a lot of depth. That’s why I ship her with many people (also her inherent bisexuality xD).

Kagami’s miraculous is a miraculous of adaptability, the dragon has three powers. The wind, the rain and lighting, and so she can be the nexus of space between the ying and yang that is Marinette and Adrien.

#sizzle rambles #miraculous ladybug #ask answered #this was a lot #I can see it - but we have to leave canon behind for a bit #The personalities on paper make a good romance #But in the shows current standing it feels slightly off

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I was wondering aboyt creating a world of winged people, especially how their architecture would look. I imagine they'd have lots of tall towers with few ground entrances, most Entrances are partway up buildings or on rooftops. I also suppose the doors are wider than tall for their wings. How about security though, when every balcony/window is a potential entrance? Maybe windows are supposed to be small or doesn't open wide so people can't easily fit through? Would they have separate vocabulary between a balcony as we actually have but can also double as an entrance and a balcony that is meant to be an entrance to a building? Maybe buildings that even lack stairs or lifts is quite common? Anything I'm missing or need to take into account? Also I imagine some of the homeless population might be in the trees I guess? Hey so I asked earlier today about a race of flying people. Just one more questions if you don't mind. What flying speeds/endurance would make sense? As I have it now, the top athletes can reach speeds of up to 350kmh, the equivalent of sprinting and can only sustain it for a minute. But I suppose the average person's top speeds would be more like 300kmh? The average person's casual speed would be around 80kmh I suppose, the equivalent of leisurely walking.

Ebonwing: Depends on how comfortable they are with walking. Lots of winged humans in fiction are as comfortable with walking as they are with flying, and if they are and do a lot of walking they’d have ground entrances and whatnot. If they *don’t* feel comfortable with it, or if it’s difficult for them, then they might favour building upwards rather than sideways.

That being said, only air entrances are unlikely. There will be people who can’t fly well or at all, be it because they’re children or old or disabled. Unless you want to create a society that excludes these groups, you will need to construct your buildings around the presence of ground entrances.

When it comes to security, all you need is break-in secure doors and windows you can close at night, or shutters that are secure that you can close. Getting up on the balcony is often not that difficult in real life either, after all.

Having different words for main-door-balcony and non-main-door balcony is certainly possible, but they might also just not distinguish between balconies and entrances, where balcony and front door are synonymous but the rare balcony that doesn’t have a door inside gets a different word.

In terms of speed: Winged humans already don’t make much sense from a logical standpoint, which is fine because people are willing to suspend their disbelief for it. That also means you have leeway when it comes to top speeds, but consider that the fastest bird we know of is the peregrine falcon with a top speed of 389km/h according to wikipedia, which isn’t that much faster than your winged people–and that’s diving speed, not regular flight speed. Most birds will not reach 350 or even 300 km/h, and your average speed is likewise higher than most bird’s average. I personally would find it difficult to believe they can go faster than almost all real birds. That being said, do you even need to put a hard number on it? If you’re creating this species for a story, most people won’t care too much about how fast exactly they can go.

Licorice: Ebonwing makes a good point: your society will need to consider the needs of its members who cannot fly well or at all because they are too young, too old, or disabled.

As well as their wings, you need to consider their legs and feet. Many species of birds cannot perch, and some cannot walk. I’m not enough of an ornithologist to know which ones exactly, but I have never seen a duck or a swan in a tree, and although the place I live is swarming with seagulls, I’ve never seen a seagull perching in a tree either. Ducks and swans nest on the ground whereas the seagulls around here prefer rooftops, especially flat ones.

I think the anatomy of your people’s legs and feet may dictate their architecture as much as their wings will.

You may have noticed that birds who can fly often choose not to, especially if they’re only going a short distance. IIRC, for many species of birds it takes a lot more effort to get airborne than it does to start walking. Your winged people may prefer stairs; it may just be easier for them.

I was wondering whether a society of people who can fly would develop an etiquette for respecting each other’s privacy. For example, in our society it’s considered very rude to walk up to a stranger’s house and peer in through their windows. Your flying people might have some similar protocol about not flying over or close to each other’s dwellings, unless invited.

Feral: In architectural terms, a balcony is very much not an entrance (note in the link that “accessible” here refers to accessibility from an interior room). Neither is a window. In written media, being specific with your terminology can go a long way to keep you having to break down every little detail. What you are describing is more like a porch, which has the added benefit of sounding like “perch,” or veranda. (I thought it might also be helpful to know what a terrace is, as that seems like a practical addition to your architecture.)

Could someone leave or break-in via a balcony or window? Yes, of course, they can and do without wings here on Earth, but if you are clear with your terms, that will be understood your audience as at best not the intended use and at worst abhorrent and criminal use without you needing to say so.

#google submitted #technology #species #architecture

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groundzero-v · 8 months

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PRONGSFOOT WEEK - DAY TWO

What Headcanons do you have for this ship? IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords. Anything really.

James' parents adore Sirius (and are secretly waiting for the wedding invitations)

Padfoot only ever lets James pet him (and he loves it and often demands his pets from him) but is incredibly unimpressed whenever someone else tries it

Padfoot's favorite thing ever is James' scent and he loves to cuddle up to him or brush against him - he's more obviously tactile as a dog than he is as human

they are both brilliant and love to bounce off each other magical theories, new spells or their new uses. It can be really hard for others to follow their discussions when they get like that because of the way they just seems to get each other while Remus just stares lost somewhere at point n. 2.

Sirius likes Quidditch, but because of James' love for it he has come to care more for it than he ever would on his own. He'd joined James when he went for the tryouts after some serious persuasion from James ('But Pads, how cool would it be if we were both on the team? Just imagine it! Don't you want to spend more time with me? I know you do, come on -'). He also now gets to hit things with a bat which he immensely enjoys.

I also hc that Sirius has three biggest absolute weaknesses: James in his quidditch gear, James ruffling his hair, James' smile

James' biggest weakness is probably Sirius' eyes, but he's also incredibly fascinated with his hair and thinks about touching it more than he maybe should

They love to go running together through the Forest in their animagi forms, just sprinting across the grass and chasing each other

I'm also not saying they both have competency kink but...(they absolutely do)

Sirius is slightly taller than James while James is the one with more muscles - both secretly love it

Sirius sleeps in James' old quidditch jersey. When he first sees him like that, James' brain just stops. Straight up doesn't work for a few moments. Sirius has a similiar reaction when he much later lends James his favorite leather jacket (he immediately regrets it and also thinks it's the best decision he ever made)

Sirius loves to be touched by James and finds it incredibly grounding and comforting, but James usually has to be the one to reach out first - be it resting against each other in the Common room, brushing shoulders during breakfast or leaning on him before quidditch practice

Sirius can be both reserved and full of emotions! I like to imagine other people find him harder to read and he's reserved with those who doesn't know (and often he also doesn't care) but he can also be full of fire and excitement - he only gets really vulnerable with James though because he trusts him above everyone

James is more openly vocal about his love for Sirius, friendship-pining stage or after. Though Sirius tends to drop a sincere sentence out of nowhere that absolutely destroys James and leaves him a mess.

James is incredibly salty over the other Blacks and ready to confront them any second

They're both incredibly protective of each other. They know the other is more than capable but even so they both feel this burning desire to protect each other and take revenge

I think they'd both love to get married really young. They would also make so many people sob and lightly chuckle at their wedding wovs

Sirius gets really possesive when drunk. James not so secretly revels in it (and also dies a little bit - a lot - when it happens for the first time)

@prongsfootweekarchive @jmagnabo92

#this turned into a ted talk im sorry #though theyre all pretty simple I really enjoy these hcs #bambibelle #prongsfoot #sirius black #james potter #prongsfootweek2023

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zyrafowe-sny · 8 months

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Gonna go nuts with this (sideblog just fyi is goldenheart-supremacy)

Ask game - 16, 17, 20

Thanks so much for the ask!

General note about headcanons: I very much enjoy hearing other people's takes (and sometimes entertain incompatible ideas of my own). There are so many potential backstories, so many ways the story could continue, and so many ways to develop worldbuilding.

16 - Do you have any headcanons about how Ballister and Ambrosius met?

I like to think Ambrosius witnessed Ballister defending someone (possibly Ambrosius himself - have not yet decided) from a bully or a thief. Ambrosius then told Ballister that he was brave and strong enough to be a knight, and that encouraged Ballister to break into the training grounds. After Ballister was caught, Ambrosius absolutely begged all the influential adults in his life - and he knows quite a few - to let him become a knight. ND Stevenson pointed out that Ballister's sword is an old repurposed Goldenloin sword, so at some point when the queen/the Institute were still deciding what to do with Ballister, Ambrosius was searching his family's armory for the perfect sword for him. Of course, when Ballister officially starts knight training, they become fast friends.

17 - Do you have any headcanons about how Ballister and Ambrosius started dating?

I think Ballister became aware of his romantic feelings first, but didn't want to say anything. Not everyone at the Institute approved of their friendship, and of course he was also well aware of the expectations Ambrosius faced as Gloreth's descendant. He valued their friendship, and didn't want to risk that for an impossible romantic relationship.

I am not immune to the fandom idea that one day Ambrosius became flustered after Ballister knocked him down in training. Maybe Ballister gave him a hand up and they accidentally got a little close. Maybe something subtle in Ballister's body language gave something away about his own feelings. Ambrosius already was Ballister's biggest fan, so he fell hard and fast. He also had to be the one to make the first move and convince Ballister that they could make it work.

I do think that they kept the romantic side of their relationship private before the knighting ceremony. They'd already been best friends for years, so them spending a lot of time together wasn't that suspicious.

20 - What do you think happened to the Institute?

Hah - if I ever manage to finish a WIP I'm working on, I might go into this in more depth. (EDIT: Whoops, I typed more than I expected.)

Generally, I think there'll be a period of debate over whether to try to keep the Institute mostly as-is (with a new Director), reform it, or eliminate it. At first, some people might still be afraid of what's outside the wall. Some people might be afraid of what would happen to public safety inside the wall if the Institute were eliminated. Noble families might not want to lose some of their status/influence, which was highly tied to the Institute.

On the other hand, the Institute was burning through so many resources for a threat that by all appearances wasn't actually real - it might be better to use that money for a better cause (schools, libraries, social programs, etc). Video footage would also show that most of the damage to the city was caused by the Institute, not Nimona. People might not be aware of just how much surveillance is going on - they might not be happy if that comes out. There may already have been some commoners who were critical of the Institute/the political system.

(All of this is also so closely tied to the need for police reform/the defund-the-police movement, at least in the United States.)

I lean towards dissolving the Institute and transforming its pieces into new organizations with better oversight. For instance - former Institute knights could form sports leagues if they want to keep duels/tourneys/etc (and start letting commoners participate). A new organization responsible for public safety would absolutely need to train new commoner recruits (and vet and retrain any interested knights) to deescalate instead of going straight to shooting. It's not actually clear that anyone at the Institute was all that good at crime solving (real police often aren't either). There might be coordinated exploration of what's beyond the wall, which may benefit from some former Institute resources/personnel. Academics could investigate old Institute records.

Peaceful handover of power is generally better than an all-out revolution, so while I definitely expect at least some pushback from the First Families, I think they would eventually concede to changes to the political system and the elimination of the Institute.

Here's the link to the Nimona ask game if anyone wants to send or receive asks!

#thanks for the ask!#ask game #Nimona ask game #nimona #happy to take more questions or send people questions

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ali-dot-txt · 7 months

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yo i played persona 5 for the first time (III)

Alright, so this post (previous one here and first post in the chain here) is going to be about my general final notes and about Hina as a character.

Despite all my gripes, I did end up enjoying the game. I wouldn't have poured 230 hours into it if I'd hated it.

But most of the enjoyment I wrung from it was a result of the mod and the personal headcanon I spent the whole game developing. I really don't think this game would've been for me without that, which is why I don't intend on playing Persona 4 (well, at least until that game's female protagonist mod gets off the ground). I might play Persona 3 Portable as that game's female protagonist after a little break, though.

The final tally of Hina's Confidants:

Sorry to all the Yusuke fans.

Everyone's final stats:

In 2017, this would be about 88,000 dollars? Which is an absurd amount of money for her to just have on hand.

Favorite characters? I guess I'll list the characters:

Hina (cop-out, i know, but I like her a lot)

Futaba

Haru

Lavenza/the twins

Sojiro

Sumire

Ann

Ryuji

Akechi (he really jumped up in the last arc)

Hifumi

Sae

Morgana (he really jumped very late in the game as well)

Yusuke (sorry, Yusuke fans)

Iwai (I feel like I'd like him more if I'd got further in his Confidant)

Chihaya (same as Iwai)

Makoto (a sudden and incredible fall)

Maruki (he's the worst therapist ever, but he's pretty interesting when he's not talking way too much and his final scenes are really good)

Skilled Gamer (gonna be real, I don't remember his name)

Ohya

Takemi

Mishima (would have preferred if he was removed entirely)

Hina never met Kawakami outside of class and never spoke to that politician.

Anyway, as for Hina...

She's maybe my favorite player character in any video game ever. The slight jankiness of her implementation lent her so much charm, and characterizing her was a ton of fun, especially with how close my trans headcanon seemed to the game's reality. Does that affection transfer to Akira/Ren, or other people's genderswapped Jokers? Well, no, not really. I can't say I'm an expert on the way people view Joker as a character, but from a cursory glance, I feel like Hina's distinct enough from the popular interpretation that she's basically an entirely different person slotted into the role of protagonist. Maybe that's conceited of me.

Hina has the most common family name in Japan, and I thought Hina was the most popular given name in Japan in 1999, the year she was probably born. Turns out that wasn't the case, Hina is actually much more popular recently. The actual most popular name for 1999? Miku. So if I'd had accurate data, she may well have been called Miku Satou. Probably not though.

Hina didn't have friends in her hometown, partially because she was really quiet as a kid and partially because everyone started avoiding her after she started coming to school in a girls' uniform.

Hina's parents have been supportive from the beginning. In fact, her name is from them (she requested it). Also, they sent her to Tokyo with a maid outfit in her box of stuff, which is extremely funny. She calls them once a week, early on Sundays. She doesn't tell them about her phantom thief activities.

Hina's legal name is changed, but not her legal gender (people only ever call her Hina, even in situations where they'd have only read her name off legal forms, so her name must legally be Hina).

Hina largely doesn't react when people misgender her because she's used to it.

When Maruki mentioned that Hina might make a good counselor herself someday, the headcanon wheels started turning in my head and I realized that that's really fucking good. Hina wants to go to university to become a youth counselor, because she saw what happens when someone has the worst counselor ever. Not to mention Hina wanting to help kids like her who might not react well to an authority figure telling them how to live is really sweet.

Hina's trying to create a real version of her Phantom Thief outfit she can wear casually. She has red gloves in her winter school outfit! Why else would she have those? She's going to get white glasses frames next.

Hina isn't good at talking to people, but she comes off as confident because she also has a hard time speaking in any particular tone, so she almost always seems to be talking without reservations.

Hina is an only child. (Fairly sure this is an element of most people's imagined Jokers. No way does this person have siblings.)

I don't think most of the harsh things I put in quotes to indicate that Hina said them are things she actually would say. I think she's probably thinking them.

Hina has a gaming PC in her hometown. Her buying that laptop was because she was going stir-crazy from not having access to a desktop computer.

Hina likes Morgana much more than I do. She doesn't think of him as a big brother (lmao), but she does love him like a brother.

In contrast, I think Hina has exactly as much disdain for Mishima as I have.

Hina isn't really invested in Akechi. She thinks he's a terrible weirdo who she wishes would stop talking to her. When she learns about his actual motivations, that switches to thinking of him as kind of pathetic. She wishes he would have talked to her about his issues at all, because she probably could have helped him deal with them like she helps literally everyone else, but she's not so broken up about him not being in her life anymore. (In contrast, I actually quite like Akechi now that I get what they were going for with him.)

Hina is good at schoolwork, but she's lacking in common sense.

Takemi actually never misgendered Hina, and Maruki only did so once. It's pretty funny how the medical professionals are consistently the least transphobic people in the game. I wonder why that is? 🤔

Hina got really good at making coffee and curry in the year she spent at Leblanc.

Hina being shorter than regular Joker is especially funny because her animation speed has to be adjusted, so she walks really fast in cutscenes where she moves places. She has to move that fast to keep up with people.

Hina's relationship with Haru is going to cause an absolutely awful scandal if it ever becomes public. I have no idea how they're going to deal with that, but hopefully they'll figure it out.

Hina doesn't really find any new friends when she moves back home, but she's alright with keeping to herself and focusing on her studies while having friends she can talk to online and a cat who can talk.

Hina might be rejected from a lot of universities for her criminal record or her transness. She might've had her record expunged, but she still spent time in juvie, not to mention the heavily political implications of her actions might risk scandal for any university that she enrolls in. She might end up having to apply to universities abroad, where the Phantom Thieves and the events surrounding them weren't so much in the public consciousness.

Anyway, that's Hina Satou. I might write fic for her someday? But she requires a lot of context to really understand her. I care about her a lot, and people understanding her is important to me for some reason.

And finally: some of my favorite screenshots of Hina.