#but im glad this actually has some sort of structure

[threadsun]

Fishie Asks: "BIG agree on everything u said in the jack and the lying reponse u did, im kissing my fingers like a italian chef. anyways, like a followup to my "whats their kinks" type ask, what are the lads biggest NO kink? as in, a kink that under no circumstances their do? - fishie"

Heeheehoohoo I'm glad you agree >:3c As for their biggest hard limits...

Jack:

Cuckolding. On either end of it. He can't stand the idea of either of you having sex with someone else, especially while the other one has to watch.

Ian:

Ageplay (cg/l). He doesn't have anything against it, he'd just be too nervous to be able to get into either role tbh. Daddy/Mommy kink is as close as he'd get.

Shaun:

CBT. Once again, no judgement on people who like it, he just... can't get into it, for some reason. It's just an instant turn off for him, on either end of it.

Nick:

Scat. It's one of the very few things that can actually squick him out. Like he's up for just about anything, but that's very much a hard limit for him.

Joseph:

Emetophilia. Kinda like with Nick but to a more extreme degree. If he sees someone else barf, he's going to as well, and he does not find it sexy at all.

Jean:

Trampling. He's not at all into being stepped on, and really he's got no interest in stepping on anyone else either. It's just sort of a turn off for him.

Rory:

High protocol. The moment things start getting all serious and rules-focused he starts getting bored. He hates the idea of having lots of structure during sex.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine #fishie

[cityandking]

3, 5, 19 for dai, minah and vesper!

thanks my dear! // oc ask meme: roots edition

3. How did your OC feel the first time they left home? Why did they leave?

DAICHI — he felt nervous, definitely, but also a little proud. he was sure that the leavetaking was the right decision. it was when he was stationed at the northern garrison, so it was a part of his training and he'd known it was coming—he was nervous for the change in routine and structure and work, but he also knew what to expect and was looking forward to the chance to work and help and (im)prove himself. he even had a good couple months of routine before things went. well. you know. MINAH — felt miserable when she left home for the first time, alone and afraid and confused and overwhelmed. she left out of fear, and because she couldn't stay. VESPER — the first time vesper left home was when she was about eight or nine and her family moved from their countryside home to live in the family estate in Ostwick. her uncle had died and her father inherited his title, and vesper remembers the grief of it—not for her uncle's passing as much, because she hadn't known him well, but because her father was angry about the burden and nobody wanted to go and she missed the greenery and the space in the high stone city walls. even as a girl she'd known that the move—from country to city, from space to walls, from freedom to responsibility—was a cumbersome and unwelcome change, but she'd had no choice but to bear it. a lot of things in her life got worse after that move. the magic was the cherry on top.

5. What did your OC think their life would be like when they grew up? Has it lived up to that expectation?

DAICHI — dai thought he'd do his time at the garrison and move back to Skysong Keep and perform his duties and see his father on leave and go where the Skysinger sent him. it was a very simple, structured life, and he was content with it. it has... really truly not lived up to that at all, but he's grateful. that life seems such a small and sad thing now, and he's glad he's had the chance to learn and see and do more. MINAH — her life was meant to be a simple thing, lived according to her family and society's expectations. she'd get married, she'd be a good wife and eventually mother, she'd do her part to take care of her family and her community. it was going to be a proper, dutiful life. everything changed when the fire nation attacked her father died VESPER — vesper didn't think a lot about it, truth be told. she knew there were expectations placed on her as the daughter of a noble house, but when she was young that didn't really solidify into any specific kind of expectation. then her magic manifested and she knew she'd end up in a tower eventually, or on the run—but either way, not quite noble anymore. she gave up on deciding her own future in any meaningful way a long time ago. (the circle ended up being more palatable than she had expected, though she never loved it. the inquisition was a surprise)

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

DAICHI — his father told (or read) him stories growing up, probably some mix of drow tales and folklore and battle exploits, and I think there's a bit of romanticism in there that has rubbed off on dai, even if he doesn't entirely realize it. there are a few smaller ones he picked up from his father or soldiers in camp as a boy—the way to be grateful for a meal, the right way to sit when he prays, how to fix his hair. it's all little things. MINAH — minah has honestly done her level best to shake off the stories and traditions of her childhood, but there are probably a few marcher superstitions she practices in an idle, reflexive sort of way. she also probably knows a bunch of handclap games actually. VESPER — when her family moved to ostwick and everyone got kind of miserable, she took to hanging out in the kitchens with their elvhen cook, and vesper picked up so many tales and stories and traditions from that old elf. she remembers most of them; it was the start of her interest in the more esoteric and historical stuff that she spent a bunch of time with in the circle. listening to solas' stories takes her back, a bit. it's nice.

#these were fun to answer! #ty! #memery #minah #vesper #daichi

[che-bur-ashka]

I don't think people are giving Mary and Stede nuance, they're just okay with Stede being a violent misogynist (assaulting Doug for literally not justified reason) because he's gay. Like I know they kissed and made up after because OFMD is a serious romcom and it's fine. Glad they didn't try to fit a serious domestic abuse arc in one episode! But if you want to seriously analyze OFMD through abuse as a lens Stede is deadbeat misogynist who gets away with neglecting his family because he's wealthy and Mary doesn't have equal power to him in their marriage.

i mean i think with respect this is sort of exactly the take i’m responding to right, only for stede-mary instead of izzy-ed. i think — omfd being fundamentally a rom-com aside — that part of what it’s trying to do is complicate the abuser-victim binary by setting up relationships where everyone is hurting everyone. it asks us to think about where harm comes from beyond the actions of individuals.

like to some extent im not even talking about stede’s return much as their earlier life together. stede and mary are both involved in making their marriage miserable — i’m not sure it’s helpful to try and tally respective damages (and im not totally sure that, in the relationship we see in the show, mary is actually subordinate to stede). none of it matters, anyway, because the peace that they get at the end of season 1 is: we were bad together, we can have a different relationship and be mutually happy for each other. my point is that ppl seem to be able to get that far, and then fall into the same trap of trying to sum up the harm izzy and ed have done to each other and figure out who’s on top. nobody’s on top. izzy and ed are mutually harmful because theyre products of the same homophobic-homosocial education about how theyre allowed to be around each other, just like stede and mary’s relationship is a product of a regressive heterosexuality. we’re supposed to read them against each other and hope that izzy and ed can find a new configuration like stede and mary did.

afterthought: i think stede vs doug has a lot more to do with demonstrating that he can’t even pretend to fit in in “polite society” anymore than it does misogyny (if you want to argue it the other way i’d be glad to hear the case but also like. i think sometimes we have to stop treating characters like real people and start thinking about what their purpose is in the narrative, & i dont totally grasp the broader use of that read)

tldr yadda yadda enlightenment imagination of the individual subject yadda yadda protestant ethics married to heteropatriarchy etc etc etc awakening queerness against the social structure i.e. the same stuff im always on

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #we r all subject to our environments (derogatory)

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

hi, i wanted to get any kind of input or opinion because i think theres something really wrong with me. ive always been obsessed with labels and terms to identify myself, always switching them around and finding a new one regularly to base myself off of. right now at least i have no actual sense of identity and its very possible i could just be reaching because i tend to do that a lot but i dont remember a time where i genuinely had a hold on who i was, aside from when i had a really unhealthy obsession with one singular person for about 2 years. my entire life and mental state revolved around them during that time and to be honest, even though we arent on speaking terms anymore, still seeing them on socials messes me up pretty often.

anyway, the main issue is that i dont really know who i am or who i even want to be. i cant even really keep a name/nickname to go buy for longer than a few months only because i know it inconveniences the people around me (however few there are now). and thats another thing! im really iffy about making connections with people now because a lot about it makes me uncomfortable, like the responsibility and having to deal with another person all the time. i know that sounds really shitty, but i feel like i spent all my love ill ever have on that one person for two years and now that its gone, its never coming back. im still very lonely now but the thought of trying to fix that is really uncomfortable to me. its not that im incapable of making friends, its that after a while ill kind of get tired of them? something about consistency makes me restless and i know its shitty because im a really up and down kind of friend, like recently ive only been talking to people when i feel like it, which is one big reason i dont want to make friends and put people through that.

back to the labels and identity thing. its always kind of been there, but recently the urge to cling to some sort of label or answer for my behavior and thoughts and feelings has been so strong that i almost wish i was genuinely delusional or something. or just that something was seriously wrong with me, just so that i have something new and big to cling to. i know thats bad and unhealthy but i dont know how else to function. ive been thinking recently that i have a lot of narcissistic traits, or at least self centered tendencies. i always operate like im the main character. i always do things with the thought in mind that there will be no negative outcomes for me, and if there so happens to be one, then ill somehow weasel my way out of it. i think that everything will always go well for me, which is weird because it very much has not in the past. a lot of bad things have happened to me, but in a weird fucked up kind of way im glad they did. because now i have some sort of trauma to cling to and roll into my identity. but the flaw in that is that i need a new one every so often. i cycle through different traumas and disorders and sexualities and genders and names and everything that i really, genuinely dont know who i am. and thats why i think somethings wrong with me. because what normal person thinks and operates like this? i dont know if i fully described the reality of my situation, or if im just saying that because i want it to seem worse, but thats about it. sorry for the long ask. i hope you can get around to answering

Hi anon,

I think to some degree its okay to like labels, as they can provide us a sense of structure and being able to name things can give a lot of people comfort. It's also okay to change your identity, as identities are fluid and naturally change over time. You're allowed to change your identity as many times as you want because it's literally yours to dictate, you know?

However, there are many different possibilities as to why you may be experiencing this frequent shift in identity. While I can help explain what these possibilites might be, it is crucial to consult with a mental health professional for an accurate assessment and diagnosis.

One of the possibilities is that you could have some narcissistic tendencies, as from my understanding of NPD, it's about basically trying to regain control of feeling worthless or helpless by constructing a reality of grandiosity that can be incredibly fragile (please correct me if I'm wrong).

Also in the realm of personality disorders, the idea of having "identity disturbance" and "unhealthy obsessions" with someone is characteristic of BPD. Identity disturbance, also sometimes called identity diffusion, is described as an "incoherence, or inconsistency in a person's sense of identity. This could mean that a person's goals, beliefs, and actions are constantly changing. It could also be that the person takes on personality traits of people around them, as they struggle to have and maintain their own identity." Of course, you can experience identity disturbance without BPD, but it's still a common experience among pwBPD.

Another possibility is tired to when you said "i cycle through different traumas and disorders and sexualities and genders and names and everything that i really, genuinely don't know who i am" as it reminded me of how a system might experience their identity, especially if they don't realize they're a system. This is not me saying you're definitely a system, but the possibility of plurality could be something to explore further as well.

Ultimately, this could be something to explore further with the guidance and mediation of a mental health professional such as a therapist, who can work with you to identify more concretely why you may be experiencing these things. They can also help you navigate these feelings and provide guidance tailored to your specific needs.

It's important to practice self-care and be gentle with yourself as you navigate your identity. Please know that it's okay to take your time and embrace the journey of self-discovery. If anyone has any additional insights or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks

[local-crater-group]

--PRIVATE TRANSMISSION--

[Jaunty Fluttering of Two Sparks, Nine Materials, a Million Bells, Flightless Parallels of Balance, Accented Looking of One Imprisonment, Everything Alight in an Ideal World, Saccharine Sunset]

NMMB: Guysssss

NMMB: ALOOM isn't waking up

EAIW: As in actually not waking up? Not at all??

FPB: Oh dear.

EAIW: are you sure?

NMMB: Everytime I zap her she doesn't respond. Some of her systems are still on, so she isn't like, dead or anything. Plus I feel like the gods would have let me known if she died.

FPB: Oh dear.

EAIW: That is. Not very good! Don't think they were acting all that odd last time I talked to them...

FPB: Have you sent an overseer to check on her?

NMMB: Yes that's what I'm using to zap her.

NMMB: Her neurons are still alive too, and some of her area's anti gravity is on.

EAIW: This is not good.

SS: oh no

SS: have you.. looked for an issue of some sort??

NMMB: Uhmmm no not really. I can check though.

NMMB: Do you uh, think she hurt herself, again?

FPB: ...I would assume so, but I do not talk with them that often.

SS: the only way to knows to see if somethings wrong

NMMB: Fun.

NMMB: Well give me one moment!! I'll check around.

EAIW: Good luck.

NMMB: Oh it looks like her like,,, rarefaction cell wasn't on. Looks like the water turned it off. But! It's back on now, I'm gonna go check her puppet.

NMMB: Also, I think her can fell a bit lower too.

EAIW: not good.

SS: glad shes alright!!

EAIW: Couldn't they have made the island just a bit more stable...

FPB: Alight, they had limited resources. They did what they could.

EAIW: I know! It's just that... The edges of the island aren't really structurally sound, and I know how to fix them, but I can't and... It just bothers me okay?

FPB: Yes, of course. That is... I get that. I really do.

NMMB: Yeah, I don't understand why they didn't. They should have, even with limited resources. Even more so since they even built her.

FPB: I do hope that ALOOM is alright though!

NMMB: Oh, oh yeah she did hurt herself.

SS: oh...

SS: are they okay?

NMMB: I think so, just, kind of pulled, a lot of wires out.

NMMB: Hold on I'll get them on comms.

[ALOOM has connected]

ALOOM: Sorry for My disappearance, I think due to the Heavy Rain, it Flooded Me more.

NMMB: There we go!

FPB: ALOOM! There you are. Hello!

EIAW: hello! the rain flooded you more?? how is your can doing?

SS: Accented Looking of One Imprisonment!! good to see you! glad youre okay...ish

ALOOM: It is okay, just, Need to Drain It.

NMMB: Yeah I can go open that hatch with the Overseer, give me one moment.

ALOOM: Thank You.

ALOOM: How are You All doing?

EIAW: it really is not good that the rain even floods you...

ALOOM: It can not Be Helped. You know there are Lots and Lots of Holes in my can.

EIAW: I know, I know...

EIAW: But I am alright. Nothing interesting's happened lately for me

FPB: I am alright as well. Working on the latest installment of one of my writing projects!

SS: im good!!

ALOOM: What Writing Project is this?

ALOOM: It is Good that the Rest Of You are Good though.

FPB: Ah, my writing project! Tis the tale of a slugcat and a lizard, victims of a potentially-cruel experiment that switched the places of their minds! So now, is the slugcat the lizard and vice-versa, or.. Are they the same as always, just in a new way?

SS: a truly fascinating and captivating tale!!

ALOOM: Oh Interesting! You'll have to Let Me Read it once it Is Done!

FPB: I shall make sure to send you a copy of the pearl!

ALOOM: Do, you Guys Know how long I Was Asleep?

NMMB: There we go! Most of the water should be drained. I am, so glad you have those outlet things.

ALOOM: They Were Made From Me Collapsing.

NMMB: Right, well, they are still useful!!

SS: dunno how long you were asleep... maybe check your logs?

ALOOM: Thank You.

ALOOM: That is a Good Point. Looks like, from My Logs, Three Cycles? Apologies for Being Out So Long.

SS: nahh dont worry about it! just... stay safe

NMMB: It's all good! As I like to say, the gods willed that you woke up today. Which probably means something good is gonna happen.

NMMB: Ooo I should get my offerings around!

EAIW: Agreed, do stay safe please.

FPB: I fourth that! As long as you are alive

ALOOM: ...

ALOOM: Trying.

ALOOM: I Should most Likely leave so I can do Some Repairs.

ALOOM: It Was Nice talking to you All.

EAIW: luck! Message me if you ever need help with that, of course

SS: bye!!

#NMMB #EAIW #FPB #SS #ALOOM #chatlogs #rain world rp #rw ocs #rw iterator ocs #sh mention #self harm #(<mention of)

[amysubmits]

How to get over a long-term relationship ending with a dom ?

Hello im really a big fan of your content, both me and my ex-dom found them incredibly helpful when we were starting our journey.

The relationship ended because of problems that are unrelated to our D/s dynamic but now i feel incredibly lost on my own :// part of me doesn't even know how to exist anymore.

I'd appreciate some insight on this or if you can refer me to any piece of content that i may find helpful, i feel like i have to get over losing my partner which is the standard breakup stuff but i also have to get over losing my dom and this is something that no one talks about.

Thank you and i wish you the absolute best ❤️

Sorry, I read your ask the day you sent it but then forgot about it. 😔

I'm so glad you like my posts!

I am sorry to hear that your relationship didn't turn out as you had hoped. I know it's a bit silly of me to say because you already know this, but you do know how to exist. You're still existing. When you have those thoughts about 'not knowing how to exist' that's sadness or anxiety or something like that. You're doing it already. I'd be willing to bet that you're actually handling things just fine. It's obviously a lot different in certain ways, but I find myself worrying about if I'm grieving "right" sometimes, and I suspect that a breakup experience might be somewhat similar? In the sense that...when you're coping with a loss whether it's a death or a breakup...your old normal doesn't exist anymore, and you feel 'off' and sad. So just not feeling good or normal anymore can lead you to worry that you're not handling it "right" - but in reality, it's normal to not feel normal while grieving, and I imagine that it's also normal to not really feel normal after a breakup, too. It's a big change, and it is a loss in a sense.

Anyway. I personally don't have experience with this, but I can guide you to some others who might have more helpful information.

I know that @cherishedproperty has posted about how intentionally breaking rules that she had with an ex-dom helped her to move on.

In a second i'll reblog a popular post titled structure & self care for unowned submissives. It was written by PleasureWhore who was an awesome writer who left tumblr a few years ago - but I know that piece has helped some other subs so I'll find that to reblog for you.

Just in general, I know some subs find that sort of making their own rules/protocols/struture helps. Some talk about how they try to imagine that they are submitting to their future dom and that helps them. On the flip side, I've seen other subs say that trying to submit or feel submissive while single is more painful than helpful, so it may be a really personal thing.

I know that @lg-secretsx has posted a bit about her breakup so her blog or reaching out to her might help some too.

I'll invite anyone who wants to comment with their break-up experience or advice to comment or add a reblog comment so others can help. :)

#asks #d/s

[kingprinceleo]

I just want to say that i really like your work you draw them so expressive and wonderful and i guess you can say chaotic. Your ideas are so intresting and remarkable that i couldn't just scroll by. And thank you for the proper hashtags, you never appreciate that sort of thing until it's gone. Quick questions; Did i miss something or the hows and whys of the sonic's current state (the transformation and the mentioned stories from the recent ask) aren't on the tumblr? Is sonic relying on shadow on the whole energy thing or he can stabilize it himself? You mentioned that shadow has black arms crystal structure, how does he keep that from growing, does he just take the angle grinder and grinds it? In your happy auau silver isn't immortal right ( ಠ◡ಠ )? My english is lacking so my understanding of things maybe whack but is the 1000 years bound and ghost au the same thing if not pls help me in understand your aus. If this was somewhere explained i am sorry but why did sonic lose his hand? Did shadow successfully starve the hivemind into submission when he was alone all those years in the castle? Once again i want to thank you for your beautiful and captivating art and i hope to see more in the future.

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ty!!!! im glad im doing ok w tagging things, i get very nervous i havent done it right honestly, i hope people would tell me if i make a mistake im not entirely sure what the first question is referring to!! When sonic gains chaos control (happy auau and 1000 years bound) its very wild and hard for him to keep stable, so sometimes shadow has to step in and balance it out. Shadows crystals only appear when his fur grows long enough and he consciously hardens the fur into the crystals. As long as he keeps his fur trimmed down he doesnt have any problems with it. As of recently, Silver is immortal in Happy Auau !! 1000 years bound has the ghosts in it yea, but they only make like 1 or 2 appearances Sonic lost his hand in eggman shenanigans sdhbjsahjd, average tuesday with some trauma flavored spice Shadow not eating actually makes his situation worse, where he starts mentally slipping more and more. Thats a big with a parallel event of Happy Auau and 1000 Years Bound, in happy auau with sonics help he eats and can manage his darkling instincts, but in 1000 years bound he tries to hide it and avoid meat and thats why he goes sicko mode tysm!!!!! sobbing,,, holding asks where i get to rant gently

#my asks #long post #1000 years bound #happy auau

[youhaveyourfits]

whats so compelling about the waltjesse dynamic? well im glad you asked. you see first of all, theres something special about pseudo familial relationships. after all ig it has something to do w the fact that your parents are these Figures, original, what gods are made in the shape of, who tower over your whole life. anyway i probably dont need to explain parental projection or the concept or whatevre. and imitiating or chasing that in other people also is so real and not necessarily sexual and if it is sexual it is only a proxy and a symbol and means it doesnt get into actual disgustingf shit. its just ;like intimacy and development as an adult. and shit.

so that sure is. interesting to me.jesse clearly has issues around authoritative (particularly paternal) figures and though he never expects it from mr white, he clearly has some yearning for that structure and direction he provides. in a dadly sort of way. they care for each other on a personal level, perhaps more than for anyone in the show, but will never really say. it. the closest they get is when jesse cries that waltdoesnt give a shit about him and walter holds him. theyre loyal to each other. walter constantly uses and manipulates jesse. here we have: family issues that manifest into a character's relationships, emotional repression, psychological violence, and (more than a) dash of masculinity's vices.

this is more basic but theres just genreal homoeroticism and physical intensity and proximity

#ok my head actually feels horrible i feel shit so im not finishing polishing or making this coherent #why th e fuck do i have to wake up at 530 fuck my life #thats in 4 hours #night for me fs

[azzurra-astra]

Mind you unless I receive multiple asks HERE, anything from a non-Tumblr site is answered in this manner. Names of the non-Tumblr users are kept anonymous out of respect, they’re simply posted here because I’m not sure where they’ll see it.

Q:

“Hey I’m totally sorry if I freaked you out about shipping Pal with Pep! I know it was kinda random! I find myself liking the potential pair vibes cuz it’s really cute and both names include pasta : ( I wanna give her chipmunk cheek a smoochie too omfg”

-

Nah dude, that’s actually perfectly fine, I mean it. I’m genuinely glad there’s like 4 people who like her or find her interesting, I just legit don’t know how she’d react or process that type of relationship. I mean other than outright perishing from embarrassment, doubt, and being worried she’d be a hinderance more than a help, the only positive thing I can see overall is that she’d have her nurturing side. As repeatedly stated, if something bad happened to a person she came to care about or liked, she’ll make whoever caused the issue have an entire fist sandwich. Even though I’ve drawn OCs that kept my interest for like a week as a little kid, I still put my all into thinking up a background for them. *shrug*

I also didn’t expect that sort of response about her from anybody, let alone any at all. I also named her Penne without honestly even thinking of the pasta correlation, originally I almost went with Perogi or Pembroke (?). As for the smooch she’d literally retract into herself with the same level of violence as biting a lemon and hide forever while sputtering, but hey! She’d appreciate it in her own way… eventually! -

Q:

“Also sorry Im high energy! I won’t go back on thinking she’s good for hugs and would make a nice comfort friend/girlfriend, also really like how she’s got this corner for herself too and how is she with other characters? 💕 Have you drawn that??”

-

She is supportive and reassuring and is prime hug material, but when doing that sort of Canon x OC stuff you also have to think about any conflict and eventual (if possible depending on severity) resolution, and general domestic behavior, not singularly romantic. She may be sedentary when home and consume a massive amount of carbs (hence the thicc) but she moves like a machine behind the counter because her job demands it, it’s the take-charge side of her she doesn’t believe she has. Yes, Pal is sweet and humble, but the humbleness comes from a place lacking confidence and shame, or believing she’s auto-unlikable so she keeps it on the DL.

As for drawing character interaction, nah, I wouldn’t draw it for all of them, but you can have this!

A peek at part of a panel of the comic I sketched but I want to do better and redraw. Even though it’s platonic, I hope it creams your corn, bakes your bread, water’s your crops, or w/e…. *shrug*

If it’s one thing that bothers the shit out of me when it comes to OC x canon interaction or pairings, it’s that they’re molded with the assumption that they’re going to be friends with everybody (Snow-White-and-the-forest-animals style) and they’re all going to have a crush on the OC or something. That is cause for immediate wince and makes for some hella poor character structure because it’s so one dimensional. You along with another person teased potential friendship-or-more chemistry with her and a few characters (fucking why u guuuyz??? Also thx to the toad for being a bag of foot flakes and teasing about putting her with fake Peppino… may you be cursed to forever taste mustard no matter what you eat), which in itself is fun but doesn’t mean she’s instant friends with everyone.

I have to be clear, there would be characters she wouldn’t get along with at all, just as much as there would be ones that wouldn’t bother her in the slightest and she would regard positively. It’s also normal for characters in relationships to have debates, or disagreements. A friend/lover can do something stupid or chaotic that makes the other character question them, there can be an argument, but ultimately a healthy cool off and forgiveness is a good part of a foundation. Granted, repeat offenses and severity play a big role in whether or not a character can be forgiven, reflective of real life. Also strain can be a complicating constant in a relationship, they’re not always daisies and butterflies.

#pizza tower oc #Palmira PT #peppino spaghetti

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

slightly controversial take among people who actually watch stranger things although it is not the least bit controversial among people who don’t: season 4 was kinda fucking disappointing. eddie becoming a hero at the last moment is what makes the most sense for his character arc, but when a show introduces a beloved/mostly-beloved doomed side character in EVERY season it takes away the suspense and the surprise of them dying. also, hopper being alive after being presumed dead at the end of season 3 ruined the suspense of other characters’ peril, specifically max’s, and his own peril in volume 2 after they broke back into the prison. i knew he would be fine and i knew max would be alive at the end of the season. the only thing i didn’t see coming was max (technically) dying and her coma after eleven revives her, i didn’t anticipate there’d be any sort of chink in the plot armor around her and the other main characters for that to happen even if she did come back after. i remember before volume 2 came out, i talked to my coworkers about stranger things who were worried steve would die, and i was like “no dude, if anyone dies it’ll be eddie, which i really don’t want that to happen because i love eddie, but it’s the only thing that really makes sense as a conclusion for his arc, because how the fuck would they convince the town that he didn’t kill 3 people?” and i hate that i was right but it was so predictable that instead of being surprised or even sad i was just pissed because they’ve done this to us every season, except arguably season 3 because billy wasn’t universally beloved and i personally sure as hell hated his guts, but they introduced a hot dangerous guy that people woobified tbh and then killed him so he kinda counts. but in season 1 they did this with barb, season 2 it was bob, season 3 it was billy, so as soon as chrissy died, or arguably as soon as eddie was introduced, you could clearly see his death coming. for me that part was the most irritating of the entire season. i also don’t like the weird shit they’re pulling with steve and nancy and i don’t like the way robin and her love life were treated either. maybe im just gay but nancy had the most chemistry and sexual tension with robin out of anyone else, and the chemistry between her and steve felt like… like, okay, yeah, if you’re around your ex that much by necessity without your current partner around, there’s gonna be some tension, but it felt forcibly amplified and deprived nancy of her agency. i would’ve been much more satisfied if she had the same dilemma of “oh shit, i have a boyfriend, but damn…” but in the process she discovers she’s a bisexual queen, and robin’s band crush just sadly turned out to be straight. it’s cool that it seems like she’s bi so they’re giving us (bisexuals) a crumb too, but it would’ve been cooler if it was nancy, a central character, especially because it wouldn’t have been the writers forcing her back into a relationship that was toxic based on the “if we met now” “changed man” shit. “sorry, steve, that ship has sailed, maybe ya should’ve been more respectful to nancy while ya had the chance, but we’re glad you’re more mature now, also i’m discovering that i’m bisexual because i’m totally into your lesbian best friend” would be much more interesting and satisfying than “well, damn, if we were meeting for the first time now And I Didn’t Have A Boyfriend i’d fuck you so maybe we SHOULD get back together.”

honestly, there’s so many things to complain about, but this post is so fucking long already. let me add a disclaimer though that while i don’t think a story has to be unpredictable to be good, i DO think that if you circle through the same basic narrative structure enough times in a single story, it gets boring and unsatisfying. the comedic rule of 3s (the first time it’s funny, the second time it’s a little funnier, the third time it’s HILARIOUS but any more is overkill) applies to dramatic or tragic works too. if you create a show and you get to season 4, you should switch your basic outline a little. but honestly i think season 3, or even season 2, would’ve been a perfectly fine place to end stranger things, the story had pretty much run its course by the end of season 2 and definitely had by the finale of season 3. but if you’re gonna run a story past it’s natural end, using the same plot structure isn’t just beating a dead horse, that horse is a fucking pulp, my guy.

#tumblr original post button is literally my diary <3 #stranger things spoilers

[jaekaicx]

so ive had this idea for an amphibia fangame for a lil while now-

(LONG post)

its based around the idea that sometime after anne got sent back to earth, she decides to sneak out one night to visit sasha and marcys bedrooms and poke through their stuff. this causes a bunch of memories to come back to anne through flashbacks while she tries to process everything thats happened and her feelings abt their friendship.

i was thinking itd be mostly a visual novel type thing. maybe with a few small choices, but the story would be mostly linear. thered be around 3 main story beats: a prologue bit w/ anne sneaking out of her house, marcys bedroom, and sashas bedroom. also one of the main mechanics would be looking at one of their bedrooms and clicking on random objects of importance and triggering a flashback sequence.

it came from the idea that anne will probably try to just shove all her emotions down and try to ignore her feelings abt true colors and everything that went down then. especially with what we saw in the sneak peek, anne will probably try to hide her emotions and bottle them up, which is obviously not healthy. so eventually shes gonna have to work through her emptional baggage and try to process everything.

i havent thought through EVERYTHING just yet, just some more major plot points and maybe one or two ideas for flashbacks. nothing too solid yet. but heres a bit more detailed runthrough of the plot

summary - prologue

so it would start off with anne at home. she and her mom are talking outside annes room. her moms concerned abt how annes been handling everything that happened in amphibia but anne keeps brushing everything off. her mom tries to get her to open up, but she keeps dismissing her and eventually shuts herself in her room. after taking a bit to cool off and think anne decides that shes gonna take the night to just ride off her emotions and stop repressing them for once. she also makes an impulsive decision to sneak out and check out marcy and sashas rooms.

anne goes to gather her stuff in her room, and just as shes about to climb out the window, sprig walks in to check on her. hes still rly concerned abt his big sis but he knows he cant stop her. he tries to go with anne, but she tells him she needs to do this on her own. so, sprig lets her go and tries to cover for her while shes gone.

so at this point i’ll probably give the player the choice of whose house to visit first. it doesnt rly impact the story or whatever, but i guess it might have a small emotional impact depending on whose house u choose to go to first??

(quick note: after this bit, there arent too many specific details for the plot and stuff like that. its largely just an overall idea of how the plot is gonna go. and even then, there isnt much to it. i didnt think that far ahead yet, which is why there isnt as much refinement yet. so far i just have general ideas for how annes gonna get to the bedrooms, with a couple of vague flashback ideas. just keep that in mind; this whole thing is still being thought over and planned as im typing this out)

summary - sasha

with sasha, annes still rly conflicted abt how she feels abt her. of course shes still rly hurt by being backstabbed by her twice and swordfighting her as many times. but as much as she hates sasha she cant bring herself to fully give up on sash. she hates her guts but deep down shes still willing to give sash another chance.

there may or may not be a small sequence where anne has to sneak into sashas house, but eventually she works her way into sashas room. im not entirely sure abt the details of sashas house n her family yet. im probably gonna wait for info from s3 until i solidify anything, but for now i do know that sashas family has a big house n theyre probably rich.

so anne goes into sashas room and its been left pretty much untouched ever since annes birthday, save for the few times someone came in to dust things off. again, dont rly have all the details for sashas room, but it kind of has a vibe of controlled chaos, with organized clutter and a bit of a touch of a rebellious teen girl. one detail i do want to have is a calendar opened up to the month the trio disappeared, with annes birthday circled and highlighted so much that its impossible to miss.

the calendar itself might include a flashback. im thinking of also having a varsity jacket and some old stuffed animal be different “artifacts” that trigger their own memories. there’ll be a bunch more, but those are the only ideas i have so far fjsbndnd

summary - marcy

ok so i want to be rly mean about marcys segment: this is going off the theory that marcys parents moved away while the trio was in amphibia.

anne doesnt know this yet tho, so shes in for quite a surprise when she turns onto marcys street to find a realtor sign on the front lawn. the clues are all there: an empty driveway, sign on the lawn, an overall empty vibe coming from the house. but it doesnt completely register at first. its not til anne actually comes up close does she notice the sign.

anne tries to deny it, and decides to prove to herself that “no marcys parents wouldnt do this. theyre not that cruel. im just gonna check marcys room myself.” the front doors locked, so she just goes over to marcys window and climbs in.

but its completely empty.

ok not totally empty, but a lot of marcys furniture and stuff is gone, except for a few stray toys and other “junk.” the home guys (idk what theyre called????) are still kind of in the process of cleaning everything out, so theres still some stuff left here and there around the house. but its still way too empty. and its yet another gut punch for anne.

anne searches the rest of the house a bit more, hoping that shes just hallucinating. but no, marcys parents are really gone. she tried to deny it before, but now she has more of an idea of how shitty the wu parents are. so anne decides to just mope around in marcys old room, checking out the stuff their parents left behind.

maybe she finds an old blanket marcy liked when he was rly young. or an old rubiks cube from marcys vast collection. a cnc figurine, some cards, a pride flag, and old diary? a couple of other old toys, an old report card or two, or maybe even some stray clothes. whatever anne finds, its all thats left of marcy, at least in LA.

it really doesnt leave anne in that much of a better emotional position. she already felt conflicted enough about what happened in true colors and what she found out abt marcy. but seeing even a small glimpse of what marcy was dealing with, it just makes her more confused. marcy was such a sweet kid! theres no way they couldve done anything wrong. yet here anne was, betrayed by both of her childhood friends.

only now is anne really taking the time to process the fact that marcy essentially kidnapped her and sasha with the calamity box. he didnt mean to do it, and theres no way they couldve known the box would actually work, but it doesnt completely excuse marcy. his actions still hurt anne and sash, and while they meant the best of intentions, it didnt rly come through that way.

and now marcy was dead. stabbed in the back by the newt king.

and now annes curled up in an empty bedroom, wrapped up in one of marcys old blankets, trying to wrap her head around her feelings about marcy while reminiscing in the past.

summary - extras/epilogue??

i kind of like the idea that anne ends up drifting off in which ever bedroom ended up being the second one she visited. she slowly comes back to consciousness, with her surroundings feeling somewhat familiar, only to wake up in horror bc “OH SHIT I FORGOT TO GO BACK HOME” im not completely sold on the idea tho bc it feels a bit abrupt and like too much of a tone shift?? idk it doesnt feel exactly right

but anyways, im also playing around with the idea of a small epilogue scene with the calamity trio hanging out in annes room, a good amount of time after amphibia ended. dont know what theyre doing in there, but theyre just chilling and feeling a bit nostalgic i guess.

but uh yeah thats pretty much what ive got for the overall idea. it doesnt feel too out of reach, but somethjng like this would definitely be ambitious. i could mayyyybe handle writing out the vn and drawing the character sprites, but i have no idea how to code a vn or draw detailed backgrounds, both of which would be pretty important to this fangame fjsndj. so i might consider having help with this.

THIS ISNT ANY SORT OF PROMISE OR WHATEVER. id rly love to follow through and make this fangame a thing, but im not making any guarantees. i have no idea if i’ll actually follow through, but i would definitely love to.

who knows. maybe in like a couple years this might actually become a thing. but for now i have no idea

#JEEZ THAT WAS LONG YIKES #but uh yeah thats my amphibia fangame idea #i came up with this in the shower #not joking #its been stewing in the back of my mind for at least a week #but i finally put the main jist of it in a tumblr post :D #ive got a whole notes page for the outline(?) #still trying to figure out the flash backs bit of it #but im glad this actually has some sort of structure #idk i just wanted to put this idea out there #see what y’all think?? #hopefully i’ll try to make it a thing #idk tho #we’ll have to just wait and see ig #amphibia #jace rambles #long post #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #just realized i still havent thought of a name yet :/ oh well #amphibia spoilers #amphibia au #?? #amphibia fangame #saving this

[keichanz]

Mistake

kay so i really don't care if some of this doesn't make sense because this is the first thing i've written in a while that i don't absolutely hate. well this version at least. ending up scraping the first draft because it just seemed wrong and went in a different direction. im glad i did cause im happy with it.

anyway i realize that this may not get much feedback because i took a different approach to it, aka the entire pov is from an OC but i can't bring myself to care too much because i wrote this purely for myself. got inspired, started writing, and i actually liked the content i was writing. end of.

btw the oc doesn't refer to inuyasha as a half-demon because he's unaware he is one and i was too lazy to delve into those waters anyhow.

also for the sake of this oneshot pls dont look too closely at the ranks of diplomat and ambassador. i was too lazy to put much research regarding positions of power so just...go with it.

inspired by @stillunderyourbed​'s art that can be found here.

It was…quaint. Smaller than what he'd expected. The housing structures looked subpar, there didn't appear to be any wooden walkways, and he could detect the distinct odor or fish in the air with hints of manure. There even seemed to be a perpetual dust cloud hovering at about waist high, thickening from the numerous carts, wagons, horses, and villagers kicking up dirt as they went about their daily lives. Already he felt like there was a layer of dust caked on the inside of his lungs and he wasn't even inside yet.

All in all, it was your typical countryside village, home to simple folk that made a living off of fishing, farming, and trade. The diplomat sneered in disgust. For being the rumored home of the creature strong enough to destroy the despicable Naraku, the village was…less than impressive. And to say that he was underwhelmed would be a vast understatement.

Shifting atop his mount, a chestnut gelding that had been his faithful companion for the last four years, Takeji frowned as he surveyed the sight before him. It was early afternoon, so men were out working in the fields, women were chatting amongst themselves as they laundered clothing at the river, and children were running about, playing and laughing while dogs barked at their heels. He could see the great red torii gate and the stone staircase that led to the shrine and he could hardly refrain from rolling his eyes.

The village was obviously poor, possibly even teetering on the edge of poverty, and instead of feeding themselves for a good long while, they decided to construct that monstrosity. He would never understand the minds of simple common folk. Daft. All of them.

Barely keeping himself from scowling, Takeji reluctantly climbed off his mount and forced himself to move forward into the pathetic excuse for a village. Already he knew he would have to burn his expensive attire; there would be no getting the dust and stench out of it after his ghastly visit. A visit he had not wanted to make, but being a highly revered and prestigious diplomat, it was his duty to travel to far off lands in hopes of establishing a profitable relationship that would ultimately benefit his homeland.

Although, looking around and fighting against the urge to retch at both the nauseating stench and the mere sight of all the unwashed villagers milling around, Takeji wondered not for the first time why he even bothered to accept this task. True, it was said the slayer of Naraku did hail from here, but surely having his homeland associated with this hovel would garner nothing but loss. So why had he agreed to come?

Oh, yes, he mused, grimacing as he stepped over a large manure pile right in the middle of the road. Because apparently, being all chummy with the nation's hero will allow us to have him at our beck and call, because who doesn't want a powerful demon capable of slaying the most evil demon in all of existence as an intimidating presence during negotiations, and let's not forget he alone would be equal to about one hundred soldiers in battle.

Rolling his eyes, Takeji tied his mount to a hitching post, withdrew his satchel with all the necessary paperwork, and set about finding this Inuyasha fellow. He'd been told the demon wore scarlet robes, carried a sword at his hip, and had white hair so no doubt he would stick out like a sore thumb amongst the droll browns and grays of the common folk, which suited him just fine. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could leave because there was no way he was staying even a second more in this village than he had to. Even if the next inn was hours away, he'd make the journey; the inn here was probably as unclean and riddled with bed bugs or something. Ugh. How vile.

Shrugging the satchel over his shoulder, Takeji bit back a groan, sighed, and hadn't even made it a single step before the sound of screaming froze him in his tracks. He gasped and immediately started looking for the danger, body tense, preparing to hop back onto his steed lightning fast and make a hasty getaway.

But as he looked around with wide eyes and a frantically beating heart, Takeji couldn't help but notice that he was the only one that appeared to have heard the sound of terror. The villagers were just continuing to go about their day, calm as you please, either severely deaf or completely uncaring. Takeji was beginning to wonder if he was perhaps hearing things when it happened again, a high-pitched sound that he realized with dread belonged to a child.

Takeji gaped. A child was in danger and nobody cared?! What kind of village was this?! Another shriek pierced the air, and Takeji made a decision. Very well; if these imbeciles weren't going to do anything about it, then he himself would see to the danger. While by no means a swordsman or warrior, he did have some weapons training he could fall back on for this precise reason. Traveling alone was dangerous, and you never knew what you would encounter.

Resolved, the diplomat set his jaw, unsheathed the dagger at his waist, and darted toward the direction the screams were coming from. He meandered between houses, hoped over lazing dogs, dodged startled villagers in his path, and he came into a small clearing by the forest's edge. The sight that greeted him was…not what he expected.

Coming up short, Takeji watched with a befuddled frown as one child chased around two other, slightly older looking children. One might think they were playing a game of sorts, and the diplomat started to believe that was indeed the case…until the one doing the chasing, clad in red, suddenly jumped high into the air, over the heads of the other two children, and landed before them with hands raised.

Hands, Takeji noticed with growing dread and disgust, tipped with claws on each finger and he quickly realized what exactly was happening. That wicked little demon brat, that creature was toying with those helpless children! It was keeping them trapped, preventing them from running away by leaping over their heads and blocking their route of escape! They screamed, the demon child laughed, and so potent was his fury, so enraged was he for the fact that the villagers apparently did not care about what was happening right beneath their noses, Takeji failed to notice the wide smiles on all three of the young one's faces. The blood pounding in his ears prevented him from hearing the gleeful giggles as the two human kids scrambled away from the one clad in red, and without another thought, Takeji moved.

"Run, children!" Takeji ordered as he hurled himself into the clearing, dagger raised as he charged toward the demon brat with a baleful glare. "I will take care of his filthy animal!"

All three children froze in place, eyes wide as Takeji inserted himself between the two human children - twin girls, he idly noted - and the demon spawn that dared raised its claws toward them. The brat stared up at him with big brown eyes and it - she - actually looked confused. Takeji scowled. He would not fall for such a ploy.

"I will not allow you to harm them," he spat and pointed his dagger at her. The child blinked at him and then looked behind him at the two girls who still had not taken the chance to flee. In shock, perhaps? Stunned? No matter; they were safe, so long as he stood between them and the threat.

The demon child made a face and started to walk around him, completely disregarding the weapon trained on her, but Takeji shifted and stopped her once more. He heard the two behind him whispering as the spawn looked up at him once again, this time frowning at him with narrowed eyes. And was that a growl he heard? He snorted. Was she actually trying to appear threatening? Pathetic.

Scowling, Takeji lifted a foot, placed it on her stomach, and shoved. The demon gasped as she stumbled back and then landed on her behind with a small grunt. He heard a gasp from behind him, urgent whispering, and then hurried scrambling. A glance over his shoulder told him they'd finally gotten wise and ran away. He nodded. Good. Now he could deal with this vermin without innocent eyes to bear witness.

But as he stared down at the pathetic sight before him, Takeji wondered maybe if such measures would even be necessary. The beast was still lying where she had fallen and was staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with…wait. What? Were those tears? Oh, you have got to be joking.

Rolling his eyes, the diplomat scoffed at the pathetic play for mercy and careless waved his dagger at her. The child actually flinched and followed the blade with her gaze, wariness clear in her eyes. Well. It appeared her self-preservation instincts have finally kicked in.

"Cease your theatrics," Takeji drawled, unimpressed. "They do not fool me. Now lucky for you, demon spawn, the pathetic sight you project has made me decide to spare your life. Your tainted blood is not worthy enough to soil my blade, so I will say this only one and you would do well to heed this warning, beast."

Hardening his stare and curling his lip into a sneer, Takeji spat, "Leave this place at once and do not return. There is no place for the likes of you, an abomination that preys on helpless children. Now get out of my sight, afore I kill you on principle. Your vile presence disgusts me."

The child grunted and Takeji watched, stone faced, as she got to her feet. Then to his surprise the little demon balled her hands into fists at her sides and glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the tears he could clearly see brimming her eyes. He cocked a brow, unmoved. She sniffled once, twice, and then to his utter surprise and bafflement, her face suddenly crumbled, her lower lip trembled, and she promptly burst into loud tears before spinning on her heel and running away.

"P-Papaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Takeji frowned. Papa? Were the brat's kin nearby, then? Body tense and weapon raised, he waited, prepared to either fight or flee - because he wasn't a fool and knew when he was in over his head - but when no demons came bursting out of the tree line, Takeji slowly relaxed.

Bewildered and more than a little annoyed at the whole debacle - what a waste of time! - the diplomat scoffed in derision as he turned to watch the little demon brat scurry away. And then right at that exact moment, a figure donned in red dropped to the ground seemingly out of nowhere and Takeji felt a wave of relief sweep through him. Finally! This had to be his demon quarry.

Nodding, Takeji stepped forward and opened his mouth to call out a greeting—

And then froze in his tracks as the greeting abruptly died on his tongue. Because the little demon girl, the one he'd just pointed his weapon at and shoved to the ground, ran straight to the figure robed in red and Takeji could do naught but watch with a growing sense of horrified dread as the older demon knelt down to take the child into his arms.

All color promptly drained from his face and Takeji suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He glanced behind the pair and he was somehow not at all surprised to find the twin girls from earlier glaring at them and holding onto the skirts of their mother with a monk garbed in violet robes beside her. They too were staring at him in a not so friendly manner, but upon returning his gaze to the two demons, Takeji numbly thought that if looks could kill, he would surely be dead by now.

Because the demon robed in red - which was now unmistakably the child's father and none other than Inuyasha, the demon he'd come here for - was glaring absolute murder at him and it was obvious that he was. Not. Pleased.

Takeji swallowed and unconsciously backed up a step. With one small hand fisting her father's robes, the child had the other pointing an accusatory finger at him as she no doubt recited to him their earlier…ah, exchange. Inuyasha said nothing in response, but he didn't need to. The deep, nearly subsonic growl that erupted from his mouth, complete with fully bared fangs in a truly fearsome snarl, told him very clearly of his thoughts on his daughter's mistreatment by him.

Which, if Takeji had to guess, were not very Takeji-friendly. At all.

Somehow managing to fight against the urge to flee, Takeji swallowed hard as Inuyasha pushed to his feet and stalked toward him with that same murderous look on his face. Something told him, perhaps some deeply rooted self-preservation instinct, that if he even tried to run right then, it would not end well for him. So he remained where he was and tried valiantly to control the trembling in his body as he slowly, very slowly, tucked his dagger back from whence it came.

Inuyasha stopped in front of him and Takeji cleared his throat before attempting a placating smile, but it looked more like a grimace than anything. "Ah…I assume you are…In—"

One second Takeji was staring into the scowling features of one pissed off dog demon. The next there was a bright flash of light and then he was staring at the business end of a very large and very sharp sword. With the tip just a hair's breadth away from his nose, Takeji gasped sharply and stumbled back a step out of instinct.

Sweet merciful heavens! How—?

"Usually I'd ask who the fuck you are," the demon growled, his eyes twin slits of baleful gold. "But honestly, I can't really bring myself to care enough to know the name of the asshole who threatened my daughter when she was doing nothing but playing with her friends."

Takeji blanched for the second time and he could actually feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat. He fucked up. Oh dear god he'd fucked up so bad—

"There's—there's been a misunderstanding," Takeji tried in a voice higher than usual, raising his hands up in what he hoped was a placating gesture as he eyed the very sharp point of that blade. "I—I admit I've made a grave mistake—"

"Shut the fuck up and tell me why I shouldn't gut you where you stand," Inuyasha hissed, lips feeling back off his fangs in another fierce snarl. With his ears pinned back and those golden eyes glaring absolute death at him, the demon made quite the menacing picture. Takeji had the brief, if a bit ludicrous thought, that perhaps the demon Naraku perished from the sheer animosity that was coming off of the silver-haired demon in waves.

Swallowing once, twice, Takeji realized that he only had his quick wit to get him out of his certain predicament. So bracing himself, he opened his mouth—

"He's from the continent, Inuyasha. You can't hurt him."

Startled hazel eyes swung toward the source of the voice but amber eyes stayed locked on their target, the only acknowledgment of the voice a flick of an ear.

The owner of the voice the human diplomat could only presume was the child's mother, as the child in question was standing behind her legs and was actually smirking at him. He frowned.

"You're from Shenshi," the woman remarked and Takeji swung his gaze back to her. "Right?"

Though her expression wasn't openly friendly, it wasn't exactly unfriendly either, however the human diplomat still felt he needed to tread carefully. Because while her face didn't betray anything, her stare was hard and her mouth had tightened into a thin, flat line. She had one hand on her daughter's head while the other clutched a longbow, and belatedly he realized she had a quiver of arrows slung across her back. He barely held in a flinch as he realized this was one of the demon's companions that had assisted in slaying Naraku, possibly the young woman in which Inuyasha held a more meaningful relationship.

A much more meaningful relationship, if the child currently glaring daggers at him was anything to go by since she was more or less living proof of it.

Wonderful. So he'd gone and threatened the only child of two of the most powerful beings in Japan. Clearly he'd stepped over the wrong grave and pissed somebody off.

Clearing his throat and aiming a strained smile toward the woman who was still awaiting his reply, Takeji nodded once. "Ah, y-yes, my lady. I'm—"

"The diplomat Ambassador Sharaku sent to convince Inuyasha to join his ranks so he'd have the support and protection of 'The Great Slayer of Naraku.'" The woman raised a delicate brow at him. "How am I doing so far?"

Takeji had the good grace to look a mite sheepish. "Ah…well—"

"You can't kill him, Inuyasha," she repeated and Takeji thought she sounded disappointed. "If he goes missing, the ambassador will send his troops to find out what happened or if he returns injured, it could be taken as an insult and you can imagine what would happen after that. You would risk mine or Moroha's life like that, and you know it."

Inuyasha growled but said nothing to refute her words, so Takeji assumed he agreed.

"He threatened her, Kagome," the demon spat, inching the blade closer to his throat and Takeji flinched. "Called her a fucking animal, shoved her down, and waved a goddamn dagger in her face! You can't honestly expect me to let that—"

"Papa," the child - Moroha - suddenly said, successfully stalling her father's angry tirade. A quick glance revealed the girl, still sticking close to her mother, was staring at the older demon with big brown eyes, bright with the threat of tears as she worried her bottom lip. And evidently the sight was enough to calm the raging storm of Inuyasha's fury because he grimaced, released a low growl, and then Takeji watched in stunned amazement as the massive sword suddenly transformed into a rusty katana before it was sheathed at his hip.

With a weapon no longer at his throat, Takeji could breathe a little easier and he released a breath he hadn't even been aware he'd been holding. But then he sucked it right back in when Inuyasha suddenly stepped in close and got in his face, a low, threatening growl leaking past rightly clenched teeth bared in another snarl. Golden eyes bore into his own, filled with a lethal warning that had the human male's back straightening and his blood to run cold in his veins.

"You listen carefully, asshole," Inuyasha hissed, glaring so heatedly it was a wonder Takeji didn't burst into flame. "Don't you dare think that my wife's words have any sort of sway over my decision to spare your pathetic life. I'm not scared of your weakling ambassador and I sure as hell ain't scared of his little human army. No, the only reason that I let you live is because I don't want my daughter, the one you foolishly threatened when she had done nothing wrong, to see me sully my hands with your disgusting blood when I reduce you to nothing more than a bloody smear on the ground."

Takeji paled and swallowed thickly. That particular image was…not pleasant.

Inuyasha watched the color drain from his face. Satisfied, he sneered before saying in a growl filled with sinister promise, "Now get the fuck outta my village and if you ever touch my daughter again, I'll gut you so fast you won't even have time to fucking scream."

Then with that, Inuyasha leveled him with one last dark scowl before spinning on his heel and stalking away, a clear dismissal. Neither mother nor daughter even spared the frozen human male a glance as Inuyasha paused to pick his daughter up into his arms before striding away, his wife close to one side and his friends on the other.

From over his shoulder, Takeji could only watch in a mixture of shock and befuddlement as the little demon girl named Moroha smirked and then stuck her tongue out at him, safe and sound in her father's arms.

Left standing in a state of numb bewilderment, Takeji blinked, looked down at himself, and had the passing thought that it was a very good thing he'd decided to wear brown trousers that day.

#mistake #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha #inukag #moroha #oneshot #keizfanfiction #papayasha to the rescuuuuue #i deliberately did not tag anybody in this and no i will not say why #and yes i did use sharaku because it sounds like naraku #listen dont fuck with his wife or kid #you will die #if you dont understand that last sentence #tough shit im not explaining it lmao

[misterbitches]

what i like abt muren and li chen

i’m sorta burned out and my vagina is bleeding so lemme see if i can type this. probably can lmao. my brain is going ten miles a minute.

1. the fact that they were friends first.

 someone on here said this and idk who but i don’t want to seem like it was my idea. 

the fact that they are friends and didn’t have like a connection previously and it developed. most times friends-to-lovers has a basis of some sort of romantic interest from another person so they were not truly ever friends, you know? and many relationships people aren’t friends first but that’s the best kind. and they are the truest form in that (i wouldnt say truest means good but just i think a representation of) they were truly friends, no attraction at least consciously, and were lead into it. 

2. bc they know each other well and are friends they know each other and LAUGH and if you can’t laugh with your love then there is no point. 0. lmao. i love it

idk they fell easily in2 the luvy duvy part and u can actually believe they are into each other like outside of kissing. gee. also hello! when lichen like threw the heart in the office and muren caught it? bitch! i woulda been like ew!!!!! and blushed but muren was like that’s right that’s my bitch

3. bouncing off 2 um uhhhhh the way they interact so i guess this is 2 but whatver i like lists now

muren is >:O but super sweet and receptive to others. so he responds to people and it isn’t just stoic for stoic sake or with not much substance. idk how to say this but oftentimes sometimes i feel like characters will be too oppositional to offset their partner and it can be extremely annoying to watch because it’s part of the dynamic but sometimes there’s a lack of reciprocation. i like that even if muren is quiet he smiles a lot and lets people know through his actions and shit. esp his mans. and when he needs to talk, he will. 

lichen is perfect for this because of reasons. what do you even say about this dude holy shit. first of all he really is a fucking himbo. he’s not even dumb he’s just a fucking himbo. it’s great to say the way they express their excitement and the best thing to hear, “i can be myself around you”

4. u cannnot tell me that this top/bottom discourse is actually not ridiculous esp for them bc there is no way that my eyes are seeing what i see yet there’s some struggle when they’re trying to constantly grapple with the masculine/feminine aspects (this is a good thing)

with the way that they hang off each other. esp bc lichen is shorter than him and stockier and he can attach himself like a barnacle. the way he expresses glee and love is very “feminine” at times IE reliance, support, putting your head on his etc but then there are times when he is the one to hold muren too. so it’s like they are clearly on the same  level in how they exchange love and stuff and exploring the dynamics but it clearly isnt as structured as the usual ones and it shouldnt be so they should just stop talking about this shit cos ur both getting fucked god shut up

lichen squeals like a girl and is obsessed with him. he is clingy and also says “what do you want to do to me.” if this show is gonna sit us through the agony of this stupid discourse and they tell me they arent gonna sw*tch or whatever (not that they cant have other forms of sex bc that is not that difficultand as adults w eknow this but anywaaay) then they simply are wrong

5. the ~gay 4 u~ thing is dumb and i cannot believe it tbqh cos it’s like sir....but i am glad that lichen like expresses attraction to his physique and personhood as a man and acknowledging that that is something and a part of the attraction.

 it was probably a happy accident but it’s still a good one. there’s sometimes an idea of like sexual attraction being sorta nebulous when someone is like getting into a rship with the same gender but not being sure about their sexuality or whatever or still liking another gender explicitly where they cant admit they find things attractive or enticing even when they are in a same sex relationship and it is so fucking confusing and doesn’t make sense. i wish instead of trying to make it cut and dry they just went honestly mabye they dont know but theyre both men and thats a factor. ok lets move on now. :) 

6. they make u feel nice

especially in comparison to the show being messy and also there’s some crazy stalker man running around you know they temper that 

they’re just really fun to watch. it’s an interesting dynamic and particularly with xing si in their lives it’s nice and i’m so glad there’s no one else to ruin it like say a brother who is a waste of space. but it’s mostly good feelings for them and you can see why they like each other, that they can stay together, and how helpful a relationship can be as you grow as an individual

7. while i am sure there will be further misunderstandings...comm...unic...ation?

literally boys are dumb as hell but idk if my reading is correct on this one but SO FAR TO MOI im like wow u guys like actually talk. woah. and i think that’s nice. yest i had a breakdown in front of my fam bc i am sometimes emotionally stunted when faced with distress so it’s nice to see people talking that out in particularly with like jealousy and stuff

AND their interactions in public and the understanding. knowing it takes time and stuff for them to adjust and allowing them the time. they are extremely different to other people and they want to be distinct and they can be and arre to each other they dont need to follow anyone else’s rules (except the costume department sometimes needs to get better pants for muren like that’s my rule tbh but that’s neither here nor there)

did some1 call them emotional support himbos? i think so cos word. 

oh one more thing idk the name of the actor playing li chen and im too tired to look it up but i like him a lot i think he does a good job of going seamlessly between like a jubilant person and an actual human being. he plays well at being oblivious but not outright stupid and emotionally stunted or not picking up certain signals. i think at times it seems like he doesn’t always have a sense of self  like trying to be something else for other people but then he realizes like he can’t do that so all he can do is be himself which leads him 2 his mans but yea. the actor does a decent job! it’s a fun character to wathc

#history 4 #history 4: close to you #muren x lichen

[lovebykai]

Hi! I really like your abo story with baji, chifuyu and kazutora! But I was a little confused and was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering some questions I had?

1) is a 'pack' a romantic group? and if so...

2) are there certain rules as to how many are in a pack? because obviously this one has an alpha, beta, and two omegas. is that like standard or does it just happen to be how their pack works?

Sorry for the questions I hope it's not a bother! I look forward to more of the story, I'm really invested and wondering if kazutora will ever be able to regain trust after what he did!

HI HELLO IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT 💕💕💕💕

Tbh there's gonna be a timeskip eventually, this is just some build up to explain their future relationship.

So basically packs are more like... really tight friend groups? They're not always necessarily romantic, but for a lot of them they go through a sort of "trial and error" phase where they try to figure out the way they fit best— if they fit at all. Especially when they meet young, because there's a lot of pack romanticism.

Actually, in Hot Mess, Draken is split off from his pack. It's hard but not impossible. A lot of them do end up romantically involved just because it's difficult to find a partner outside of it due to a number of things, such as: scent, temperament, heats/ruts, etc.

And as for the rules for a pack:

There must be at least 1 of each dynamic present (alpha, beta, and omega).

The last member can be any of those three.

The standard pack structure is ABBO (aka 2 betas).

#bi #bad intentions #hot mess #hm #please ask me about my lore #i love these questions they help me flesh things out #shidnkxsnkxdnwksmks #🗣 . chitchat #omegaverse

[phantomrose96]

@snorlaxlovesme dsjdsj I hope you don’t mind if I respond to your tags for King?? They’re really really good I love them

#im sorry these tags are about to be long but there was no ao3 link so we're gonna do this here #(spoilers for this fic btw so dont read these bfore you read the fic)

#ONE #your writing is fucking fantastic #from the sensory details like the cold weather feeling clammy and the wetness on bakugo's ankles #and his hearing constantly fading in and out depending on his emotional state #to the STRUCTURE of this story #like how you show in the first couple paragraphs the (wicked wicked imagery) ''burnt wick on disembodied legs'' and thats it #and then have fujimori rewrite bakugo's memories #and then have him cleared #and THEN show us bakugo's memories of the actual events #that was way fucking cool and i just loved everything about the style of this writing

#TWO #the character interactions were awesome #how deku cried a little thinking about how all the heroes from UA weren't perfect examples of morality #how bakugo refuses to fire at deku at first and then slips when he tells him to DIE like he normally would #how cold and unforgiving todoroki is bc he KNOWS all about fujimori and what sort of cases he normally handles #the ''he's the reason my mom--/my dad--/i--'' line was heartbreaking #but then how in his last scene he's almost DESPERATE for bakugo to prove his innocence to him and make this not as bad as it seems #ahh it was all so good

#and i also just loved how you added to the universe by having fujimori exist #how they have this monster of lawyer who can get let you walk away from just about anything #and UA uses him / keeps cases like this strictly confidential to keep their record clean #idk man this whole fic was GOOD and now im SAD #sorry this whole review was in tags#

HELLO YES THANK YOU, I REALLY LOVE THIS REVIEW BECAUSE YES TO ALL OF IT. 

And I’m really really happy that you listed the structure of the story as something you liked! ^^ Cuz the structure went through A LOT of reworking from the initial draft. Like the first draft kinda had Bakugou’s whole memory of the incident info-dumped in the second section. And the more and more I iterated on the draft, the more I realized that I could capitalize so much more strongly on WHAT is remembered WHEN, especially as that relates to giving the reader a slow, trickle-feed of information around what, exactly, happened. And the sheer magnitude I could give it if I culminated in Bakugou remembering the exact moment after his name’s been cleared.

FOR THE CHARACTER INTERACTIONS, that was another thing that really, really evolved. My initial idea was more simply “Todoroki knows who Fujimori is because of his father”, but at first that was just a mechanism to make the other U.A. kids aware that something bad has gone down. I originally planned to end the fic during the scene of Midoriya and Bakugou sparring (with a different, wrap-it-up kind of ending to that scene too)

But I went for a run this evening and thought about how I really wanted to wrap up the fic, and I kinda had the epiphany that knowing Fujimori ISN’T just some little tidbit of info for Todoroki. That in the world I built, Fujimori ruined Todoroki’s life. And Todoroki can’t stomach the thought of a classmate, someone he almost would consider a friend, walking that exact same path, receiving the exact same absolution as his father.

And it felt even more right, because it meant the fic wouldn’t go in the direction of all the U.A. kids just worrying about Bakugou, and siding with him by default because he’s their friend. It made me realize that the scene with Midoriya confronting Bakugou wasn’t Midoriya doing his characteristic “i have to help everyone” song and dance. He’s hurt. He’s confused. He isn’t sure if he can look at Bakugou the same anymore. Midoriya tries first, more gently, to get Bakugou to explain what happened. And when that doesn’t work, and Bakugous  ‘everything’s been resolved’ is taken the wrong way by Todoroki, as bragging, Todoroki comes in hitting the hardest. Begging Bakugou to just prove him wrong. and it all ends, intentionally, with no clean resolution. because how could you possibly wrap something like this up all nice and clean

And about Fujimori himself - he became a more and more terrifying character the deeper into the draft I went. I, personally, want to punch him. 

#EDIT: WAIT IM BACK I JUST NOTICED THE TITLE #CALLED ''KING'' AND NOTICIBLY MISSING THE ''EXPLOSION MURDER'' OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO 

OH IM SO GLAD SOMEONE CAUGHT THAT!!! IM THRILLED SOMEONE CAUGHT IT. 

#king #king (explosion murder) #snorlaxlovesme #long post

[shadowofmoths]

for @blaseballwipamnesty: 1.4k of a Sutton Dreamy study, immediately post-ascension. i may come back to it someday--would’ve been eventual sutton dreamy/juice collins, with background nagomi mcdaniels/mrs silk, and nagomi & sutton friendship. warnings for description of a panic attack/breakdown, with some slight descriptions of depersonalization, and not the most healthy handling of intense emotions, and non-maincord-friendly swearing.

The problem was that Sutton didn’t know she had had a home until it was taken away from her. She didn’t know that home could be the gas station fried chicken the team would share before practice at unholy hours. She hadn’t known it could be sitting in the stands with Parra and talking about extradimensionality, or Kennedy calling her “kiddo,” or finding impossibly long strands of Combs’ hair in everything she owned even after they were gone. Her home had been splurging on overpriced aquarium tickets and caramel-and-Old-Bay ice cream, and falling asleep to the scuttling whispers of the MotherCrab every night. It hadn’t occurred to her that Baltimore had been her home, but it was. And then it was gone.

Ascension was like having a limb ripped away from her. No--Ascension was like being the limb that was ripped away. Being the part that gets left behind, unnecessary and useless. Unable to function on its own. An arm without a body, displaced. One second she is with her team, and they’ve won, and they had tried to be as prepared as possible for what would come next, but nothing could have prepared them for this. And then, loud and sudden and all-encompassing, they are somewhere else, somewhere so wrong that, even for Sutton, it’s nightmarish. They’re losing like they’ve never lost before--but isn’t it an honor, to have a god come after you personally? And it’s all over so suddenly that none of them have the chance to say goodbye. Between one blink and the next, her family is one. Another breath, and Sutton is swept away, too--not to follow them, but instead washing up on the soft, unfamiliar sands of Hawai’i. It is only the second time in her life that Sutton regrets teaching herself how to feel. She feels broken-open, realizing only belatedly that her face is wet with more than just ocean spray. She’s crying, violently so, and doesn’t understand at first that she’s furious. It’s the most emotion she’s ever felt at once, and it’s horrible--everything so intense that it comes back around to feeling distant and numb. She’s gotten herself out of the water, somehow, curled up on her side as she heaves with what must be inhumanly ugly sobs. Everything around her blurs, until she is aware of the sand in her fingernails and the salt drying in her eyelashes and her rage and nothing else. After maybe an eternity she hears a voice from somewhere, somewhere nearby, maybe. It’s a distinctive, rasping voice, a familiar one, but it still takes Sutton a moment to place it. 

“Sutton,” Nagomi is saying. “Breathe, come on, Dreamy. Damn it, can you hear me?” Nagomi’s mandibles click anxiously. Sutton chokes on her own breath.

“Gomi,” she gasps. A thud, like someone dropping to the ground next to her, and the weight and warmth of Nagomi’s uncarcinized hand rubbing circles on Sutton’s back. 

“Yeah, Dreamy. You gotta breathe with me, okay? You can freak out all you want, but let me at least get you inside, first.” She keeps talking, even when Sutton’s perception goes all fuzzy, and eventually the familiar creaking of her voice soothes her back into something approaching coherence. Nagomi helps her stand, hand still steady on her back, and for the first time, Sutton can take in her surroundings. They’re on a small beach, enclosed and private, with no one but herself and Nagomi in sight. There’s a house, maybe 50 yards away from the beach, with white siding and soft blue curtains in the windows. There’s a vegetable garden in the yard, and a path of uneven stone leading to the house. 

“Where are we?” Sutton manages to ask, voice hoarse. In response, Naagomi beams, her mouth stretching impossibly wide. They approach the back door, and Nagomi slides it open with enough familiarity that Sutton doesn’t think to question her. 

“Dreamy,” Nagomi says, as a dark haired, oddly familiar-looking woman turns to look at them, “I’d like you to meet my wife.”

Mrs. Silk, unsurprisingly, is a lovely woman, and, more surprisingly, Sutton absolutely does not want to talk to her. Sutton thinks that she might stumble through some pleasantries, but between everything that’s happened to her wife and her son, Sutton is pretty sure that Mrs. Silk won’t judge anyone for being inconsolable over blaseball. Nagomi presses a glass of water into Sutton’s hands and Sutton drinks it, although she remains only distantly aware of her body. She might drink more water, or someone might ask if she wants anything to eat, but time seems to stretch and compress oddly and the next thing Sutton knows, she’s curling up to sleep on the living room sofa. She might lie awake, staring at the ceiling, or she might fall asleep in moments, and either way she is glad when sleep takes her. 

It’s still dark when Sutton wakes, and for a few moments she doesn’t know where she is. What she does know is that she’s tired of feeling numbly miserable. Players get traded all the time, she tells herself. So what if her entire team is gone somewhere she can’t follow? She was bound to leave the Crabs someday, so she might as well get ahold of herself and learn to deal with it. So she heaves herself off of the couch and leaves Mrs. Silk’s house. The night sky sheds deep blue light over the sand and the water. It’s an entirely different sort of night than Sutton is used to, no humming yellow city lights or sirens or omnipresent eldritch whispering. It’s quiet, and Sutton hates it. She wants to scream and shatter the night like glass, but she doesn’t. Instead she walks, along the beach until she finds a road, and along the road until she finds a town, and through the town until she finds a bar. It’s still open, which surprises her, but after a moment of staring up at the neon sign, she goes in. The space is quiet, its walls made of dark wood, with soft, warm lighting throughout. To Sutton’s relief, she’s not the only one there--several patrons sit in booths or at the bar, where a single bartender is serving drinks. The bartender is wearing a blue patterned button down with the sleeves rolled up, her dark hair held up in a loose bun with a cocktail umbrella stuck into it. She has warm, dark skin and a warmer smile that she’s directing at the customer she’s talking to. When she catches sight of Sutton, the bartender smiles--she has dimples--and waves to her.

“Hi! We close in about an hour, but you’re welcome to stay until then.” 

“Oh,” Sutton says, “sorry, I--I don’t even know what time it is,” she admits.

“No worries!” says the bartender. “It’s--” she checks her watch, “--just after eleven. We close at midnight.” 

“Thanks,” Sutton says. She’s off-put by the woman’s demeanor, a sudden reminder that not everyone had their world end earlier today. But that’s not her fault, Sutton tells herself. She takes a seat at the bar. 

[Plot notes: Sutton wanders and eventually ends up at Juice’s bar--doesn’t know what to order, because she doesn’t drink, and the only thing she remembers other Crabs drinking is like, shitty beer is making it natty boh too cliche?? im never around baltimoreans drinking. Juice won’t give Sutton alcohol because it’s pretty clear that Sutton is fucked up, but they talk. Juice remembers Sutton, but Sutton had a kind of insular attitude to making friends and doesn’t really know Juice. This is a little bit of a meet-ugly, because this is the literal worst day that Sutton has had, ever, in her life. Juice is really sweet, though, and doesn’t hold a grudge because she saw Sutton’s worst day of her life televised, as did pretty much everybody. The rest of the plot would be about Sutton learning to Vibe™ with the help of Juice, Nagomi, and Mrs. Silk (who would probably need a first name at some point….). (Where is York at this point? Can he visit?? Actually that’s probably more angst than I’m prepared to deal with.) (ALSO re: Mrs. Silk’s house being right where Gomi and Sutton washed up, maybe her house is where new/traded players always show up, and she built her house there bc of how often Gomi gets traded, so she’d always be the first person to see her when she shows up??) Anyways, Sutton has to learn how to be a person on her own, and also how to chill the fuck out. If this follows her through the end of the siesta it’d probably involve her having some kind of culture shock going from hypercompetitive, structured crab life to the fridays Literally Just Hanging Out.]

#blaseball #blaseballwipamnesty #sutton dreamy #juice collins #nagomi mcdaniel #mrs silk #baltimore crabs #hawai'i fridays #jason writes