#i dont care for it as a broad concept and i dont care for it in the context of these characters

[aria0fgold]

The thing bout me being so fixated on The Cursing of Château Castle is that in order to understand and fill in the blanks of the setting the story was written in, I first have to understand isat's world itself. But thankfully being a mhyk fan as well, it prepared me for the worldbuilding that isat has because it's around the same level with each other. By that I mean that some concepts in isat isn't built the same way those concepts are in reality, which are commonplace. Like, Vaugarde is a country whose belief system is centered around Change, so change craft is an integral part of it but in Ka Bue, its belief system is centered around Expressions and change craft is illegal in it cuz of its "unknown limits." But it Is still possible to find places that knows change craft if you know where to look (something that Odile knows of too).

Meanwhile The Country's belief system centers on stars and space, in which case no one else other than those that knows of the belief can fully understand what stars and the objects beyond the sky are. Their knowledge of it are surface level basically, also something to note is that whenever Siffrin says "stars," it seems to be said in the language, or remnants of the language of The Country considering that Isabeau had to ask around what "stars" mean but it also is pretty clear that stars is part of the Vaugardian language and is something commonly known as the flickering lights in the night sky.

So basically, commonplace concepts in reality isn't as common nor does it even exist at all in the isat universe. So we go back to the setting of which The Cursing of Château Castle is possibly written on, clearly it's set in a place were castles are common, which means that there's a high chance of it being set during the medieval times of isat. BUT! Due to the way isat's world is built, that "medieval time" isn't something that can be based off of the way it worked in reality. Especially considering the fact that isat's world is already somewhat set in older times by the fact that modern technology isn't a thing that exists in it (such as phones).

And that the medieval times in reality is rife with a Lot of Problems but those same problema are already dismantled and might as well cease to exist with the way isat's world is built so the problems during isat's medieval times differs by a Lot. So in order to pinpoint and approximate What problems continues to exist in those times within isat and what other problems became a thing in regards to the changes of concepts and belief systems of isat's world.

#aria rants #isat spoilers #this get the spoiler tags cuz i talked bout the country a bit. am just analyzing what the past of isat's world looked #also when i mean that mhyk's world is around the same level as isat is that basically #in mhyk. the wizards' concept of love and gender/sexuality is Much more broad than it is in reality #love. gender. and sexuality. are concepts that has No Label. towards the wizards. love is love #whatever expression of love an individual has is their version of love even if it differs from another's #they dont care about another person's gender or sexuality. what matters to them is the person themselves #and that person's expression of themself. so in a way-- mhyk and isat are in the same level #in regards to that in which the concepts commonplace in reality is dismantled in their universe #which is smth that i really love about mhyk cuz it manages to hit my way of seeing love as well

[dayurno]

are you going to read tsc when it comes out? and, if not: would you like your acolytes to give you the important kevin day updates or would you rather not?

oh my acolytes huh! well i don’t know :) it’s so nice of you to ask and i’m very touched actually…. nice to me 🥹…. i guess any (good) kevin updates would be nice and probably sway the balance on whether i read it or not, but at first glance i probably won’t read it unless it sparks my curiosity once it’s out and the story starts making its rounds around my circles :) i’m plenty interested in the period where jean stays with the foxes but i don’t much care for the trojans nor the proposed storyline*, though even a picky reader like yours truly can be convinced into buying a story if kevin day’s in it

*by this i don’t mean that i Dislike the process of jean healing but it’s just overall not my favorite theme and, to be frank, i don’t have much interest in reading about a normal well-adjusted team either. from my view tsc is aftg without my favorite parts (namely kevin day as a main character, the foxes’ messy dynamic, problematic and controversial side characters, neil’s narration, The Mafia, andrew in general) and while i am always and forever a ride or die for jean moreau, and i am glad he’s going to get better and be happy, a lot of my feelings for him don’t really stem from the idea that there is a softness underneath all the grit but actually and sincerely the fact that he is crazy. i Love jean because he’s horrible and scared and cruel and i don’t know if i’ll care much for him once he’s out of that state :) i meant it when i said a few months ago that i would’ve been more onboard with a story about the ravens (no matter how gruesome) or even a glimpse of jean’s pov in the nest, though of course nora sakavic should probably choose to be happy every once in a while so i wouldn’t ask her to write that

so tl;dr: you can send me good and relevant kevin updates if you want to and if they’re interesting enough i might read tsc in the future

#sorryyyyyyy sorry i know Healing is a big theme for the fandom but i just dont care #i dont care for it as a broad concept and i dont care for it in the context of these characters #and i know the trojans are normal good people which is also not something i care for #though i am excited for laila and alvarez and i will be looking forward to that relationship getting discussed more #but the rest is just not for me and that’s fine #i havent kept up with nora’s writing so i don’t know what it’s like Now so who’s to say! i might just as well get hooked as soon as it drop #i might finally be able to swallow the concept of jerejean even #these are just my pre-release thoughts #i also Worry and Pine and Ache over kevin and his new arc and whatever the hell jean thinks of him #only because i know kevin getting in the way of another popular ship is not going to be fun #especially when his relationship to jean is so complicated #and i will say this im not your strongest soldier if the kevin-bashing era returns after tsc i’m leaving through where i came from #so really i don’t know :)! it might suck real bad it might be totally irrelevant and i might love it to death #its super up in the air atp #which for my autistic ass is. interesting. Hard. a change i did not want #but ultimately not a big deal and my anxieties get cured very quickly by frolicking in grass and hearing cats purr #actually thank you for asking this because i feel like i havent gotten around to really thinking this through #asks

[waterfall-ambience]

stuff i cant transfer to perpetua because it wouldn't make any sense: associating worm man with actual worms (ie calling him spineless, blind (metaphorically, to the truth), resilient despite his fragility. narrative focus on his ability to heal. other characters wanting to keep him in the dark because they're afraid of how the light (truth) will hurt him. the saying 'even a worm will turn' as the basis of his arc.)

#i really like the stuff you could do with worm man if you just stretched the metaphors a bit. it all ties back to WORM as a motif #it scratches my brain just right #i cant do this with avery because he's not worm man. #avery's characterisation is built on the concept of the everyman instead (hence the name) #so i dont really have that much to work with. theres similar ideas about being 'inferior' or at least average #esp when avery is a relatively normal kid surrounded by a family of caring but eccentric or brilliant adults #humanity as a concept is a little too broad a topic to build characterisation on though #like ok sure he's smart and creative and perseverant but mortals vs gods is a big thing in this story so i dont think its a great option #but like whatever

[desire-mona]

siiiigh. todd autism headcanons because im projecting.

(using they/he/she pronouns for todd in this post. will explain but also if u dont agree i dont care, tw for alcoholism. time period is vague but autism hasnt existed as a legitimate medical diagnosis for all that long, so keep it in mind i guess.)

- cannot for the life of him stand welton's blankets. so itchy, just thin enough to not warm you up enough but still make you sweat, not long enough to cover your entire body. yes im making the blanket line in their poem about actual blankets, a boy needs to vent somewhere.

- beyond terrible temperature regulation, ALWAYS just a little too hot which is made worse by her sensory issues when it comes to wet fabric. constant slight agony and it never really goes away. theyre about 5 minutes away from crying about how uncomfortable they are at all times.

- had god awful handwriting until high school, like his teachers could BARELY read his handwriting it was Bad. OOOOOH OH MY GOD THERES A TRAIN GOING BY I CAN HEAR IT HONKING this is a really ironic thing to be pointing out rn but its sooooo worth mentioning. its still honking this is fun. 🚂. anyway. her parents made her spend an entire summer fixing her handwriting bc that was like the One thing her teachers criticised. its Fine now but their motor function simply doesn't deliver in the handwriting department.

- had a VERY INTENSE special interest in aquatic life + marine biology growing up, like read every book about any ocean animal in any library intense. his parents eventually forced him to abandon it because its "not a good career focus" but he still perks up when anyone mentions fish. once talked neils ear off about the biodiversity of coral reefs for roughly 2 hours, neil took her to an aquarium for their first date. rip todd anderson you wouldve loved spongebob squarepants.

- looooves pets, namely cats, but they have Too Sweaty hands all the time so any animal fur sticks onto their hands and just feels. so awful.

- had a brief period in his 20s where he was definitely an alcoholic, started as a social drinker but got too addicted to the feeling of not having to adhere to social conventions quite as hard, especially around other drunk ppl. eventually went sober after they realised they just Cant Stand the feeling of a hangover anymore. autistic ppl r more likely to develop a dependency on alcohol if we do start drinking. just btw.

- gets a Pretty Expansive vocabulary after actually starting to pursue literature. sometimes his family lightly teases him about using big words but it confuses the hell out of him. its just a word she thought would apply best!!

- soooooo obsessed with what other ppls idea of them is, both in an anxious way and out of genuine curiosity. would never ask ppl what they think of her bc she thinks thats 1) very broad 2) seems compliment fish-y and 3) just gonna lead to "i think ur great/ nice/ whatever filler compliment." but the dream is to sit someone (neil) down and just ask him every single question possible about how he perceives him.

- asks a billion clarifying questions about anything someone asks him to do, gets anxious about how many questions he's asking, tries to just figure it out, freaks out about the possibility of getting it wrong, ends up doing the thing perfectly. weekly occurrence.

- never fully grasped the appeal of religion (most definitely grew up catholic or christian or Something) just bc she could NOT let the lack of proof go. ALSO not an atheist bc the vastness of space scares them out of it. religious beliefs r a weird topic for them.

- suppresses a good chunk of his stims in public bc One total time someone looked at him weird while he was chewing on a sweatshirt string and he was like i gotta stop NOW. eventually develops tics and has to mask THOSE in public too. dear god someone let this girl unmask. also i started ticcing while writing that bc my body does this great thing where i only tic when im reminded of the concept of ticcing. its great and totally doesnt make me think im faking them (faking for who? dunno bc it usually happens when im alone)

- DOES in fact stim around neil bc NEIL STIMS TOO!!!!!!!! joyous day when they found THAT out! gets vocal stims of random lines from whatever play neil is practicing for. YEAA ART THOU THEEEEREE was a vocal stim for a solid week and a half which made neil VERY excited (autistic neil. how i love u autistic anderperry)

- velcro is The most evil vile disgusting material to ever grace this mortal realm. he hates it more than anything ever and i mean that fully. the feeling of BOTH sides, the noise, how easily it comes apart, she hates it all.

this is the gender part

never really viewed gender and gender roles as anything to adhere to beyond the fear of punishment if they dont. finds any social convention relating to gender to be Really dumb and meaningless, bc gender isn't (scientifically) real in any capacity, so why treat it like that? for the longest time just shrugged and said "eh, i guess im a boy" bc thats what she was used to being told, and didn't feel particularly drawn to agree OR disagree. eventually realised on a late night that Wait. i dont Actually care what i am. like yeah im a Male i guess but also im just me. my brain doesnt have a gender and i basically am my brain, right? and then never really thought about it again because that's genuinely how little he cares. adhering the most to canon with that mindset, she never really tells anyone (for obvious reasons on top of the overall apathy) and just lets the he/him happen to her but. in my dream world? agender they/he/she todd anderson. and this is MY blog so those are the pronouns im using from now on. i will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl very often view gender differently than allistic ppl, will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl are more likely to be trans. autism!!!

also yes that entire paragraph is just my view of gender, change the pronouns and the todd mentions and its just me. what of it.

#desire mona #YAYYYYYYYY TODD AUTISM POST #do yall want a seperate autistic anderperry hc post cuz i can do that #genderqueer todd i love you so much #dead poets society #todd anderson #anderperry #the todd spectrum #actually autistic #banger

[ontdah]

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PI: Im afraid I just dont understand why Ace would be mad at me.

PI: I dont know what I did wrong.

PS: you. kinda killed a guy! in broad daylight!

PI: To be fair the poor sucker in question had Flux relations.

PS: what the fuck maggie he was just their mailman

PI: Suspicious mailman.

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PROSAIC STEWARD: A former superstar in the police force turned pathetic mess of a... Vigilante..? Watchdog..? Whatever Team Ace is trying to be. He's got a pretty face and a good heart, but he's a jaded, tired soul. His life's been full of mistakes, but he still hopes one day the world'll be better place- he just doubts he'll be able to help make it happen. Last time he tried help... Well, he tries not to think about it too much.

POLEMIC IMAGINEER: An ex-forensics officer kicked off the force for his effective but... Unethical methods. He's constantly stuck in a walking daydream- the world seemingly flows with his imagination. It makes him dettached to certain concepts, like people. Or logic. Or consequences. He doesn't care about means as long at it makes the ends happen. After all, Team Ace needs someone with the spine to eradicate all the crime in Marvel Capital.

#gangshuffle #homestuck intermission #prosaic steward #polemic imagineer #homestuck on main #mspa #PI: Anyone could be capable of crime #PS: what about me #PI: Not you. #PS: aww is it because ythink im good or somethin? #PI: No it is because you are a sad wet little dog. #PS: woof :( #problem sleuth

[aroapl]

Do you think what i wrote here(after this question) has anything to do with possibly being aplatonic or is it something more aromantic or possibly autism related or maybe something just compellty diffrent (I just am courious whats the deal with those things about me is)?

As a kid i always told my mom that i love her. most kids do.

As a teen i kinda started to ask what even is love and i never really managed to find an answer. And i really dont like saying things that are untrue so i stoped telling my mom i love her. Somehow we ended up talking about it and she got really upset that "i dont love her" but like i dont love her cuz i dont know what love is. So i really dont get why shes so upset. I still care about her, i think? I would miss her if she dissapered or died. Tho maybe i would only miss things that she provides me (care, support). So i guess i dont really know.

Its been some years. She still seems to be a bit upset about "my child doesnt know if they love me" thing whenever it pops up. I still dont know what love means be it platonic, familair or whatevevr else.

Most of my friendships are very shared interest based. That on top the fact that my interests can change relativly fast ends up with friends i lost contact with cuz just I lost interest in talking about that particular thing and with time i just forget about that person. Even if we talked everyday. I guess i always view relationships as something kinda transactional.

I'd recommend checking out the loveless and afamilial labels/communities. Loveless is a broad label that encompasses a lot of experiences related to rejecting love as a concept or having a complicated relationship with love, and it does include people who straight up feel that they don't experience love at all in any form. Afamilial is an aspec identity that describes feeling little to no familial attraction/love. Communities for both these labels exist primarily on tumblr from what I've seen, and the loveless community in particular is very intertwined with the aro community (though being aro is not a requirement to be loveless). The tags #loveless aro and #afamilial are a good place to start, and I have the tag #loveless on this blog for all things related to being loveless as well (also hello I'm loveless myself!).

What you describe in your last paragraph seems to be a pretty common experience among aplatonics. Whether you're aplspec or not is something only you can say for certain, but based on what little you've shared, it sounds like you certainly could be.

Since you mentioned autism, it is possible that all of this part of your autism, but it also would not invalidate you being loveless or aspec if that is the case. Plenty of loveless or aspec people find that their loveless/aspec identity goes hand in hand with their neurodivergence, or even believe that it is caused entirely by their neurodivergence. That doesn't make those experiences or identities any less real or valid for them. If you would be more comfortable attributing these experiences to your autism and leaving it at that, that's perfectly fine, but these other labels are still open to you if you want them.

Best wishes to you in your questioning anon! If you'd like a loveless or aroapl person to talk to about this personally, my messages are always open (though I may be slow to respond, I'm a bit of a mess at the moment lol).

#loveless #afamilial #aplatonic #apl #aplspec #asks

[fierceawakening]

Yeah no, people are just on a hair-trigger on the internet and are probably incorrectly pattern-matching you to the kind of a-holes who say "if you can't provide a logical reason for your traditions (that dont hurt anyone) they're unnecessary so we aren't gonna accommodate them". And anyhow they are being way too narrow about what being Jewish is, I'm secular Jewish and I only follow the traditions that are meaningful and valuable to me, I don't do or want to do All The Things right now

Thank you! That makes sense to me. Like the actual Jews I know, including the ones I follow on here, seem when they tell me what they’re actually DOING to be picking and choosing like I am. But then they make these broad info posts that make it sound like the only people in the world who question tradition are ex Christian atheists, and that we’re only doing it because we’ve experienced religious abuse. And it just feels super rude to me?

Like yes, part of why I vehemently defend anyone’s right to depart from tradition if they want to is that I’ve been in coercive groups! Sure. Guilty as charged your Honor.

But! That’s also had a positive side. Looking at traditions with a critical eye isn’t always about being upset! Sometimes it’s about noticing something is meaningful to you and thinking in depth about why, and realizing neat things about yourself along the way.

Like, I never thought that I’d go back to Christianity. But when I really thought about what religious practice HAD felt good to me, I realized that actually, for myself personally, I want spirituality to be about believing everyone is redeemable. Religion gives me a place to put that, as a higher value, without it being my personal duty to forgive when I find I can’t or feel unsafe.

Which led me to the idea that what I wanted was modified Christianity actually. I already understood and knew the traditions of a religion that did that, and the only thingsstopping me were 1) worry people would find out I don’t literally believe in god and 2) feeling like I’d be giving in to the man.

With 1, I realized that actually a lot of practicing Christians ARE functionally atheist. People don’t say it too loud, but if you look into a lot of art and writing, you’ll find “if there is a God, I pray that…” I realized this is super common! You can find people in Ancient Greece saying things in this way! If it’s common, then… people know about it already, and they only avoid saying they’re agnostic out of neurotypical social conventions. Which I’m not good at, so I say it openly.

Which means there are a whole lot more me's out there than a lot of people think, and that was ultimately enough for me to decide I was True Scotsman enough.

With 2, I realized that I’d become hugely invested in finding something cooler, but that I really didn’t have a concept of what this was. So I was posturing, when I already knew there was a community I would like and fit well into. So, you know? It was 2016 and I was scared and fuck it, I wanted to feel better and I didn’t care anymore.

But is that “I dunno I’m Christian because I just am lol?” It could be said, yes! Likely the reason I went back to how I was raised is in part that it’s how I was raised.

But I would not answer the question that way.

Instead, i would say that I spent a long time suspicious of religion in general, and ultimately thought about what purpose I wanted it to have in my life, so while “practicing Christian “ PROBABLY describes it, I mean something very personal and not generalizable about what I decided religion should be for.

I would be really surprised if some people’s relationship to their Judaism isn’t similar! But the narrative Tumblr has latched onto for dear life is “only Christians are like that. If you think it’s common for adolescents to have concerns around religious identity you don’t know what an ethnoreligion is.”

Which is ESPECIALLY galling to me. Yes I know what an ethnoreligion is, many of my relatives are Greek Orthodox.

Greek, the ethno, is right there in the name!

[frozenbound]

requesting a fic where the shimadas family are in to each other but are reluctant to go further, all the servants dont interfere since they are beneath the family. but the dragons dont care for decorum or hierarchy so in the dragons way of saying "just fuck already!" they put the bros and father in supernatural situations to get them to screw each other such as giving one of them dragon scent to smell how horny the other two are or other similar scenarios

What a great request, Anon, thank you! The dragons always know what to do, and I had a lot of fun with this concept!

The dragons helping along dense, horny Shimada men, coming right up under the Read More!

Father licked his lips. “Hanzo,” he murmured, reaching out, the muscles on his arm tight and defined and thick, and inviting Hanzo’s eyes to trace the lines of his body across his broad shoulders and down his wide, hairy chest. “Hanzo,” Father repeated, voice warm and amused, “my eyes are up here.”

Hanzo snapped his eyes back up, blushing furiously, but his father was smiling as he placed a heated hand, rough with calluses but so gentle against Hanzo’s bare skin, and drew him nearer. “Hanzo…” he said again, lowering his voice. “Hanzo…”

“Brother,” came a voice from behind him, startling Hanzo, but not nearly as much as the arms curling around his waist  and the bare chest pressing against the skin of his back, the feel of Genji’s pecs and abs causing Hanzo’s breath to quicken. “Brother…please…”

Father reached down with his other hand, and Hanzo felt Genji’s arm move downwards at the same time.

Then he woke up with a gasp.

He stared, the near-black darkness almost obscuring the ceiling of his bedroom, and sucked in a deep breath, as though in his dream he’d forgotten to breathe.

He probably had.

How could he bear dreaming something so…so…

He couldn’t bring himself to think it.

Drawn by the sudden turmoil embroiling him as the sight of his father and the feel of his brother, both nude, both hungry and wanton, both of them wanting him…and how much he wanted them refusing to leave him, his dragons stirred from the ethereal plane and slowly manifested, a soft blue glow appearing on either side of Hanzo as he lay in his futon, before it brightened and solidified into two miniature dragons, about the size and length of ferrets. Drifting through the air, they came forward to sniff at Hanzo’s face, and his hands automatically rose up to stroke along their tiny antlers, fluffy manes, and smooth scales as they inspected him and sussed out what was wrong.

They couldn’t know, though.

They shouldn’t know.

Then they each snorted and glanced at the other, and Hanzo froze, staring into their beady but knowing eyes.

No.

No, surely they didn’t…surely they…

His dragons rolled their eyes but, instead of snarling and either growing full-sized to wipe him off the surface of the planet or leaving him behind to disappear into the ethereal plane and never come at his call again…

They each landed by his sides, turned around in place like serpentine cats, and then settled on his skin, their heads nestled against his neck, as they had down a hundred times before. 

Hanzo let out a long sigh of relief and, though already lying down, collapsed back in his bed, his tense limbs relaxing.

They didn’t know.

The thought had barely wafted across his mind, buoyed by relief, when his dragons snorted again and began softly chittering to each other.

Hanzo listened, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes still on the ceiling.

The chittering stopped and silence descended, except for the sound of the wind blowing outside and whistling through the branches of the cherry trees surrounding the castle. There was a storm in the forecast, and the wind was gathering strength in preparation for it.

The storm must already be here, Hanzo realized, listening to the wind grow and grow. The storm front must be nearly above them now.

Except…

Except the branches and trees around the castle should be creaking and rustled and scratching against its walls, and the wind should be making a strangely beautiful moaning sound as it swept around the low, wide eaves sloping off the roof, and a few loose roof tiles should be rattling in place, but…

“Mmn, unhhh…”

Hanzo would have bolted upright at the sound of a groan loud enough that it must be in this room, but his dragons both hissed and curled up against his neck to remind him not to throw them off in his haste, and he caught himself in time.

If they weren’t springing to his defense against an unknown intruder, then what…

“Ha, ha, ha…mmmn!”

But it wasn’t an unknown intruder, Hanzo realized with a start. It was…

It was Genji.

“Ha,” his little brother breathed, “Ha, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh…”

The color drained from Hanzo’s face.

Then red surged back up to replace it.

Genji was…those slick sounds…the wet, popping squelch…Genji was…

Hanzo was still dreaming. He thought he had woken up, but he never had, and now he was listening to his little brother fingering himself.

This was a nightmare.

Wasn’t it?

Then, as though things weren’t bad enough…

“Mmm…ah…ah…hmm…”

Father.

With a start, Hanzo realized that this dream was so realistic that he could even hear Genji panting and moaning in his room on one side of Hanzo’s, and he could hear his father in his room on the other side, with Hanzo trapped in the middle as…

“Ah!” Father cried out, accompanied by an identical squelch of fingers pushing past a ring of muscle. “Ah…yes…mmm…”

Hanzo’s eyes were wide as dinner plates as he listened to Genji on one side and Father on the other, their rhythms mismatched and discordant and intruding one upon the other, because Genji was impatient and brash and fingering himself fast and sloppy, while Father was more relaxed, reveling in each slow stroke, burying his fingers and pausing to crook his fingers one-by-one and stroke his innards.

Or so Hanzo was imagining as he listened to both of them as though they were lying with him in his futon.

Hanzo was hard.

Achingly hard.

His fingers twitched as they instinctively mirrored what Genji and Father’s fingers must be doing, when Hanzo longed to be doing instead…

Genji’s fevered pace meant that he cried out first, and Hanzo swore he could hear the gentle rain of hot droplets pitter patter across his sheets.

Father, on the other hand, went on a little longer, and he only groaned, but his patience had obviously been rewarded; the sound of large drops thudding and splattering across his sheets like a torrent proved it, because neither Father nor Genji apparently had the forethought of a nearby tissue or towel.

And they both cursed under their breaths when their orgasms faded away and began moving around and getting up to strip the stained bedding away, and Hanzo couldn’t help a fond smile as he stroked his cock, imagining the mirrored scenes playing out.

He froze in mid-stroke.

What was he doing? he thought, blushing furiously and looking down at his twin dragons still nuzzled against his neck.

They had apparently and very, very luckily drifted off to sleep, their long sides rising and falling gently, and Hanzo released his cock and lay his head back, trying to breathe through the adrenaline spike that brief moment of panic had unleashed.

And he didn’t hear another sound from either his father or his brother for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Genji sat at the breakfast table and shoveled food into his mouth. It was going to be a long day, and he’d need the fuel. He was going to run down into town to join his friends at the arcade before they spent the day goofing off wherever the wind blew them before they went to the gym together, then Genji would come back up the hill for training, first with Ms. Asa, then with Dad and Hanzo, and by then it would be dinner time. After, Genji would almost certainly head out again for whatever shenanigans he and his friends decided on during the morning.

It was a hard life, but someone had to do it. 

And he certainly wasn’t eating quickly in order to avoid looking at Dad and Hanzo and remember what had happened the night before.

How he had woken up from a dream he couldn’t remember, with the unmistakable warmth of someone’s skin pressed against him, someone’s hand gripping his leg and holding it up and to the side, and someone’s fingers…

Genji had almost automatically reached out and grabbed the tube of lube he kept at his bedside at all times, squirted a decent amount onto his fingers, and then raised his leg just as his mystery lover had done.

Then, as he had rubbed circles around his own asshole, another half-remembered sensation came to him, and his lips parted as another phantom lover had rubbed his dick across them, and Genji’s tongue had snaked out and he had almost been surprised to find nothing but air, but that hadn’t deterred him. He simply pushed his fingers into his hole and kept his mouth wide open as he half-imagined, half-remembered being impaled from both ends.

His cock sat fat and heavy against his thigh, drooling as he stroked, then rubbed his prostate, moaning and gasping and smiling as he felt his orgasm build. He had long-since mastered the art of cumming handsfree, and whatever he’d been dreaming about had definitely involved him getting hammered so well and so hard that his balls had been set aboil without a single touch on his dick.

Then, in the split-second between dropping off the precipice and the first spurt of cum rocketing out of his cock…

Dad, thrusting into his mouth, his eyes closed, hunched over him so that his sweat dripped onto Genji’s face.

Hanzo, Genji’s leg in his bruising grip, his dark eyes glittering as he watched Genji’s cock bounce with every thrust.

The dream in its entirely flashed before his mind’s eye right when his orgasm ripped through him.

So much cum had sprayed out of him, so much that he had almost been left gasping for water, drained and practically dehydrated. 

Then he had lain there, consumed with a bizarre mixture of horror and the brightest, most satisfying afterglow he had ever experienced.

Now he was determined to forget it all.

As he had rushed down the hall towards the family dining room, he had felt his dragon materialize, wrapped around his shoulders. He had likely been summoned by Genji’s turbulent mood, and he had licked at Genji’s cheek questioningly as he entered the dining room with a cheerful greeting and then quickly knelt at the table and started eating quickly to forestall any conversation directed at him. Dad had smiled indulgently and returned to reading his tablet, Hanzo had been staring off into space, obviously in one of his more introspective moods, and his dragon, after staring up at Genji’s face for a few uncomfortable moments, had sighed and laid his head down on his shoulder.

Genji would be home-free in a very few moments.

Then, out of nowhere, pride and a very strong sense of love bloomed in his chest.

He faltered, because while he had a healthy amount of self-esteem, there was nothing “self” about these feelings spreading out to fill his entire body. It was so strong and so “other”...yet somehow…familiar? And safe?

Familiar, safe, and…

Fatherly?

Genji glanced at his dad, and he was caught.

Dad smiled when their eyes met, and the feeling swelled yet further. Genji fought down a blush, but it took just about all that he had to do so. So he nodded and smiled at Dad and looked back down at his food, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t say anything.

He didn’t, to Genji’s great relief.

However…

Though Genji kept his eyes on his bowl and utensils and couldn’t see Dad at all, not even out of the corner of his eye, he was certain he was still watching him, with a small, amused smile as he watched Genji continue to awkwardly eat.

Then…

There was a sense of…

Admiration.

A sense of…

Eyes slowly taking in Genji’s stylish three-pronged eyebrows, the straight line of his nose, his soft, expressive lips, and then everything taken together as a single profile, and yes, that was definitely admiration in Genji’s chest.

Then those eyes drifted lower.

Genji swallowed as…it couldn’t be Dad, it couldn’t really be Dad…but he swallowed as those eyes took in Genji’s strong, youthful body, his chest stretching his t-shirt so thin that his nipples poked through, his biceps and triceps bulging under his short sleeves, his forearms thick and strong.

Then down past his taut stomach and the sixpack those eyes somehow knew were hiding under his shirt…

And onto his thighs, looking all the stronger and trunk-like as Genji knelt.

So strong. So handsome. So se…

Admiration blossomed into…

Attraction.

Genji blinked and looked up.

Dad looked away, down at his tablet, his ears pink but his face relaxed.

Genji kept staring, a mouthful of food hovering between his bowl and his mouth.

Attraction.

A spike of powerful, needy, sexual attraction.

Genji was hard again.

He felt those eyes itching to rest on Genji again, but the impropriety of that spike was a real sore point, yet the tablet just wasn’t interesting enough to detain them.

So, in a bid to avoid Genji, they raised up.

And fell on Hanzo.

Dear Hanzo, so reliable, so intelligent, so dedicated. Pride and love were once again beating powerfully within Genji, and there was even a little self-satisfaction, because Hanzo had recently grown out his facial hair and it was plain to see he was emulating his father, though he had picked a style that was more groomed and thinner than his father’s full yet trimmed beard, but Hanzo could not hide how much he looked up to him.

Nor could he hide how much his eyebrows and nose, both thicker and heavier-set than Genji’s, mirrored his father.

And his lips…

And his broad shoulders…

His muscular chest and torso, born of a dedication to his training that was hardly less than Sojiro’s…

Genji’s cock twitched and pulsed.

And those eyes flicked away, chagrined at their “escape” turning out to be yet another trap.

It was too much.

Genji forced the mouthful to his lips and, still chewing, stood and announced, “I’m out. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Don’t forget about training,” Hanzo admonished, his eyes snapping from a faraway look back into being present and clear.

“Aw, don’t worry, brother!” Genji said with acceptably simulated cheer, shoving down his inner turmoil. “Training with you is literally the only thing I never forget!”

The corners of Hanzo’s mouth twitched up into a tiny smile.

And Genji was nearly knocked down by a wave of sheer adoration and gratitude.

Valued. Appreciated. Esteemed. And all by someone who could command the instantaneous love of an entire room the moment he walked into it. It was incredible, unbelievable, and immensely appreciated.

“Are you planning on going out after dinner?” Dad asked, and Genji zeroed in on him like a drowning person on an offered hand.

“Yes!” he declared, louder than he intended, but he sounded excited rather than spooked. “I think we’re going to check out the Leather Night at that new club we went to last week, but I’m not sure.”

Dad chuckled with warm amusement.

The feeling in Genji’s chest was much different.

Shadowy. Disappointed.

Possessive.

Jealous.

And all the stronger for hitting him from two utterly distinct sources.

Genji could hardly breathe, squeezed between two invisible, desirous forces.

“Alright,” he said, all but panting as he tried to suck air into his lungs, “I’m off. See you at 2pm sharp, brother!”

Hanzo’s smile broadened and the squeeze weakened a bit, enough to allow Genji to make it to and out the door without passing out, and the further he powerwalked from the dining room, the easier it was to breathe and to feel…but not to think.

What was that? he asked himself over and over, stricken. What was that all about?

But Genji was not a man of deep introspection. He left such things to Dad and Hanzo while he went off and enjoyed himself.

So he did just that, leaving the experience far behind as he left the castle and hurried down into town to find the welcome distraction of his friends.

Sojiro, for his part, had a highly stressful morning. He had slept poorly the night before, and even his old go-to of edging himself, slowly fingering and stroking himself and letting the coil in his core gradually tighten until he tiptoed over the edge and was consumed in a flash of heightened orgasm, a firestorm of pleasure as he emptied his balls, had failed to relax him enough to sleep.

He had no idea why. Usually that was more than enough, but something had felt…incomplete. Lacking.

So he’d woken up in a foul mood…and thus greatly looking forward to breakfast with his sons, who never failed to soothe his soul and help him regain his equilibrium. 

And they had…for the most part. Genji had been in a hurry to go goof off, as always, and Hanzo was lost in his thoughts, thinking and analyzing and planning, as he always did, and Sojiro did not intrude on either of them, nor did he need to.

Just being here with them, listening to Genji gulp down his food and Hanzo’s even, deep breathing, was a balm.

Genji sure had been in a hurry, though. It didn’t help that he had grown into such a big, bulky man, Sojiro thought with a smile, studying his son’s profile fondly.

And that’s where the morning started to go wrong.

When certain thoughts had intruded…

And they left Sojiro rattled and off-balance.

It had been a growing problem. Sojiro was smart enough to know it, but powerless to know what to do about it.

His sons were strong. His sons were bright and intelligent. His sons were impressive and quick-witted and good-humored.

His sons were magnetic and attractive and increasingly, inexorably irresistible. 

What on earth was Sojiro going to do?

With such a beginning, the morning was almost certainly a loss, and Sojiro struggled to reverse his fortunes, but it was hard going with very little to show for it in the end; Sojiro’s inappropriate thoughts were soon the least of his problems. By the time he finished eating and walked up to his office, he had noted that the room seemed warmer than usual, but he ignored it as he sat at his desk and got to work…until the head of the castle staff knocked on his door and informed him that the wind had blown a heavy branch directly onto the central air conditioning unit. Given how gloomy and windy it was outside, Sojiro hardly expected it to matter, but the storm had brought a heavy humidity with it that was soon weighing on Sojiro’s clothes, hair and skin.

He grumpily ate lunch in his office, scanning various documents held in place by various office stationary as he sat with a fan blowing muggy, sticky air onto his back as he did so. After hardly tasting whatever had been brought up from the kitchen, he determinedly got back to work.

Sometime later, when he stood up and felt his bones creak and blood rush back into muscles that had sat idle for far too long, he glanced at the clock and grimaced at the revelation that he had been working virtually non-stop for six hours in his stifling office.

He needed a break.

He glanced outside at the stormy weather, which nicely and succinctly mirrored his mood, and instead of setting off for a stroll around the gardens, he began wandering through the halls of the castle, walking slowly with his hands clasped behind his sweaty back, his head held proudly up despite his mood, his shirt darkly stained with moisture around his armpits, and staring straight ahead but not really paying attention to where he was going.

Thus it was somewhat of a surprise when he found himself in the dojo, overlooking the wide open space below from one floor above.

Genji had kept his word and returned from the city to train with Hanzo, and his sons had not allowed misfortune to get in the way of their training.

Indeed, they’d found a fairly simple solution to help combat the heat: they’d grouped as many fans as they could onto one side of the dojo to blow a steady breeze across the room…and then they had disrobed.

Now they circled around each other with wooden training swords, eyes glued to the other, and they had no idea that Sojiro was standing above, watching them and quietly despairing.

Hanzo wore a pair of sensible compression shorts, though they were white and thin and completely see-through, soaked with his sweat.

Genji, on the other hand, wore only a g-string.

He had been planning on going out later, after all.

However.

G-strings were meant to be appreciated, not for swordplay.

During one of Genji’s feints or pushes or thrusts, his cock and balls had escaped entirely from his thong’s pouch.

Now they hung, his cock half-chubbed, his balls loose and swinging in the heat, as the two brothers continued to circle.

Sojiro could almost hear what Genji had almost certainly said.

“Distraction!” he had almost unquestionably declared. “It’s a distraction, and you can only blame yourself for falling for it!”

Sojiro’s thoughts were interrupted by an ear-shattering clackclackclack! 

Genji had lunged forward, but Hanzo had blocked him and forced him onto the backfoot with a savage counterattack, Genji only barely stopping him from bestowing prominent bruises on his arms and legs.

He already sported at least three, Sojiro noted with a shake of his head, two along his right forearm and another on his hip, right where the skin overlaid bone.

Hanzo, for his part, might have one on his wrist, but it was difficult to see from here.

But Sojiro’s attention was being shamefully yet unceasingly drawn to the way Genji’s cock and balls swung back and forth like a heavy pendulum as he was beaten back.

“How’s your distraction working out, Genji?” Hanzo taunted with a superior grin as his wooden sword smacked against Genji’s over and over.

“It’s not,” came the petulant reply. “What are you, straight or something?”

Hanzo laughed, but he kept his eyes trained on Genji, Genji’s sword, and Genji’s posture, ready to react to any move his little brother made.

He was magnificent.

And Genji was no less so, even as he was beaten back, for though he was outmatched, he stood as firm as he could, not giving up a single step without making his elder brother work for it, and work hard. Hanzo may be smiling and laughing, but he was breathing hard and shining with sweat and keeping every last bit of attention on Genji, not daring for a moment to underestimate him, for he knew the moment he did, Genji would press his advantage.

Magnificent, the both of them, and powerful, and stalwart, and shredded and beefy and rugged and burly and fit…

Sojiro sighed as he unclasped his hands and rested one on the guardrail…and adjusted his erection with the other.

He was hopeless, a lost cause. How could a father lust after his sons this way?

What would they think of him if they knew it?

He drew in a deep breath and held it. Then, letting it out slowly, he did what he should’ve done the moment the day started to go south: he summoned his dragons.

They immediately responded, which was in itself a comfort, for the dragons did not easily tolerate the unworthy. They faded into view, their red, glittering manes and scales a familiar and calming sight. They slowly orbited him at about shoulder-height, their penetrating eyes sweeping over his face and piercing deep within his soul, and he continued watching his sons spar and let his dragons draw their own conclusions about the reason he had summoned them.

They would know almost immediately.

And they would guide him.

He watched Hanzo and Genji go back to circling each other after Genji had recovered sufficiently to end Hanzo’s near-relentless attack, their bodies shining in the light, and even leaving damp footprints behind them as they circled and crossed and recrossed each other’s paths, weaving their paths together in a breathtakingly poetic manner.

Sojiro ached to see his own path intersect with theirs, but could he, should he, when he felt this way?

He felt claws gently catch into the damp material of his shirt and he looked first at one dragon hovering by his shoulder, then at the other.

They gazed up at him and nodded.

That was when the scent hit his nostrils. 

Scents. That’s when the scents hit his nostrils.

His eyes widened and he sucked in a breath through his nose, exhaled forcefully, then inhaled again, slower this time, far slower.

Slower, in order to fully savor the tang, the aroma, the pungent zest of two extraordinarily horny young men.

His sons were practically steaming with sexual desire.

It was so thick in the air that Sojiro was amazed he couldn’t see it wafting off their broad shoulders and backs and curling and drifting through the air.

No wonder Genji was half-hard despite his physical exertion. 

From the smell of things, Hanzo was not only half-hard, but leaking precum. They both were.

Sojiro was halfway to the stairs before he knew what he was doing, staring at his sons the entire time and inhaling breath after breath of sweat, precum, and charged sexual tension. When he was forced to break his gaze in order to quickly run down the steps without slipping and breaking his neck, he took a moment to bow his head to each of his dragons in turn, silently thanking them for their guidance and wisdom.

They nodded back and slowly faded from view, while the scent of his sons only got stronger and stronger as he descended and emerged onto the ground floor landing.

He was still yards and yards away from his sons, but their aroma was already nearly overpowering. Sojiro had to stop and breathe slowly to stop from hyperventilating.

Soon, he told himself. Soon.

Then he walked slowly onto the dojo floor.

“Hold!” he called out, and both of his sons started and jerked upright before turning to face him, swords at their sides, backs ramrod straight.

“F…Father!” Hanzo exclaimed, bowing at the waist. “We…the air conditioning…”

“...is broken, yes, I noticed,” Sojiro said, smiling warmly to take any bite out of his words as he crossed over to the sword stand and inspected the wooden training swords there.

“Are you,” asked Genji slowly, sounding winded and slightly panicked, “going to join us, Dad?”

“Yes,” Sojiro said simply and, still facing away, he began to disrobe.

He couldn’t help sniffing the air and smiling when he unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside and his own ripe, tangy scent rose up.

His smell was tempered by the fact that he hadn’t exerted himself…yet…but it was still more powerful than anything he had smelled before, besides his sons. 

Then he unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers and let them fall to the ground, leaving himself clad in only his sensible, loose boxer shorts.

Both his sons sucked in a breath at the sight of his muscled back and his thick thighs stretching the cotton above his bare, heart-shaped calves.

Then they both gasped when he inserted his fingers into the waistband of the boxers and pushed them down as well.

Sojiro breathed in one last preparatory breath as he took in the scent of his own need, just as rich, just as powerful as his sons.

He turned, his wide frame swinging around to show his dark nipples hanging off his massive, hairy, defined chest above his cut, cheesegrater abs.

His cock, full and heavy, swung from side to side along with his ballsack underneath.

“I have selected my sword,” he announced with a light chuckle. “Let the match commence.”

And he strode forward, breathing in the spiking scent of his sons’ arousal.

Hanzo and Genji stared at him as he approached them, their faces flushing increasingly red the closer he got, Hanzo glancing between his face and his cock, and Genji just staring open-mouthed at his cock, looking entranced. 

No, Sojiro realized with a laugh, Hanzo was not glancing. His eyes were dragging over every detail of his father’s body, longingly taking in his face, then his beefy body, graced with the red and golden ink of his dragons, and then his cock as a string of viscous precum hung from the tip, swinging and dancing crazily about with each step, and back again.

They were both hard now, Genji’s cock sticking out at a strange angle because of the material of his g-string caught alongside it, and Hanzo’s trying valiantly to tent the tense material of his compression shorts, perfectly outlined and dark under the thin, wet material.

They were both so beautiful.

Sojiro reached out with both arms and hugged them both to his body, and all three of them sighed when their skin made contact, a literal dream come true.

“Father,” Hanzo sighed, just like in his dreams.

“Dad,” Genji murmured, just like in his dreams.

Then, like a dam breaking, Sojiro was on the floor, his arms pushed up, and his sons were buried in his armpits, sniffing, licking, devouring, with Sojiro squirming and gasping under their hungry mouths.

He wondered if the dragons’ gift had been bestowed on his sons the moment he touched them; the smell of want, the scent of need, the fragrance of sex dispelling all doubts they’d been harboring about their father and each other.

It wouldn’t surprise him. The dragons were wise.

“Father,” Hanzo moaned, his voice muffled by Sojiro’s sweaty skin. “Father, please, please. Please.”

“It’s alright, Hanzo,” he crooned back. “Take it. Whatever you want, take it.”

Hanzo growled, and began biting and nipping his way down his father’s skin, pausing to contrast the rough treatment with gentle strokes and laves of his tongue against a dark and instantly hard nipple before he continued nipping downwards.

He dragged his teeth on the skin of his inner thigh, right next to his ballsack, and Sojiro shuddered.

Then Hanzo lifted Sojiro’s thick legs and exposed his ass. Sojiro breathed in the wave of almost delirious desire that poured off his eldest son as he stared at the two shapely globes of his ass, then he nearly bent Sojiro in two and drove his face between is asscheeks, his facial hair setting off a symphony of sensation as it rubbed against the sensitive, sheltered skin, then his tongue set Sojiro absolutely aflame, especially as Genji kept his face buried in his armpit, not yet ready to give up the perfume of his father for anything else.

Precum dripped from his cock like a leaky faucet. Shudders ran up and down his body, reverberating in his core. Sweat collected on his skin, and his savory, tangy fragrance increased until it matched his sons’.

Sojiro could have come right then and there, but his sons weren’t done with him yet.

Genji took in one last shuddering breath and licked one last stripe up and down Sojiro’s armpit before he broke away and announced, “I need you inside me, Dad. Right now.”

“Han…?” Sojiro began to ask, but Hanzo was already speaking.

Demanding, really, but Sojiro couldn’t blame him, the lust was so strong in his eyes as he said, “I want to be in you, Father. Now.”

“Alright, boys, alright,” Sojiro chuckled. “Genji, let’s go up and find…”

“Dad,” Genji whined. “I’m ready!”

And he lifted his fingers away from his own ass and displayed them, thick with lube.

Hanzo and Sojiro stared.

“Where…?” Hanzo began to ask, but Genji simply threw the small bottle to him, which his elder brother caught automatically, and scrambled down on all fours and presented his lubed, wet asshole.

“Please,” he moaned. “Fuck me, Dad. Hurry.”

Sojiro was up in a flash and settling behind his younger son, running his hands over his back and along his thighs, reveling in the hard, tense muscle he could feel underneath.

“Yes, Hanzo,” he said as he felt him move behind him. “I haven’t forgotten you. Let me get settled inside your brother and then you can prep and settle in me.”

Hanzo let out a sharp exhalation, and another puff of need wafted past Sojiro as he lined up his girthy cock with Genji’s hole and began to push in.

Father and son moaned as he breached the tight ring of muscle, and Sojiro paused to let Genji get used to the stretch, but Genji immediately pushed back, and his father gasped and his eyes rolled back at the feel of Genji’s swallowing him up, his innards parting, his body conforming to his dick, until Sojiro’s heavy balls swung into Genji’s and their massive sacks swayed there together, the father completely sheathed in his son.

Sojiro collapsed forward onto Genji’s back, trembling from the sensations pouring back and forth between their bodies, and he wrapped his arms around Genji’s torso and began mouthing and kissing at his son’s soft, feverish skin.

Genji was strong enough to support his father’s bulk and, now that he was filled up to the brim, patient enough to wait, panting and letting out little eager sounds of disbelief, as Sojiro moaned from the feel of fingers probing at his entrance.

Hanzo’s fingers were slick but thick, but Sojiro��s body was welcoming, and it didn’t take long for Hanzo to be pumping his fingers in up to the knuckles, stroking his father’s inner walls with the same delicate touch Sojiro had used on himself the night before, but gentleness disappeared and thick, blunt pressure replaced it, and Sojiro braced and breathed out slowly as Hanzo’s huge cock began to part him, the cockhead spreading him wider and wider open until with an almost audible noise, his hole engulfed it and gripped the shaft, and Hanzo let out a long, amorous groan as he slowly slid home, and his balls softly butted against Sojiro’s, the father finally sandwiched perfectly between the sons.

Sojiro stayed where he was, embracing Genji, with Hanzo kneeling tall and erect behind him, then he began to thrust his hips, spearing into Genji and then impaling himself on Hanzo, and both his sons choked at how perfect and fluid their father’s motions were, with Genji marveling at how wonderful and solid his father felt inside him and Hanzo hardly able to stand how silky and hot and smooth his father was around him.

Both sons keened at the slick and easy push and pull of their father’s movements.

Sojiro himself was in heaven.

Hanzo was pushing against and past his prostate with every thrust, sending a pulse of precum to ease the way into Genji’s sublime, white-hot heat. He had never been so perfectly full nor so comfortably engulfed, and it was absolute ecstasy knowing that it was his own sons, whom he loved and adored so dearly, sharing this experience with him.

He loved them so much. His heart was nearly bursting.

Powered by these thoughts, he quickened his pace, thudding against Hanzo and Genji’s hips with his own, his ass and cock singing with pleasure, his core alight, the coil tightening, the precipice approaching, and it was so right, so complete, the way his orgasm was building right alongside those of his sons as their chests heaved and their dicks twitched and jumped and sweat poured down their bodies and precum pooled underneath Genji as his father reached around him and his rough, calloused hand was instantly coated with slick fluid that made his fingers glide up and down his cock without an ounce of resistance.

The three men shuddered as one.

For an instant, Sojiro’s feverish, delirious mind believed that Hanzo’s cock was shooting cum straight through Sojiro’s dick and then flooding out of Genji’s, their orgasms were so perfectly synced and instantaneous, but no. Hanzo’s cum was his, Sojiro’s, and his body welcomed it with fervor even as Genji all but swallowed up Sojiro’s semen into his own depths. 

They went on and on and on, their cocks convulsing and spasming and spitting out impossible amounts of essence, wad after wad of spunk, and it seemed that the tide was endless and would never stop, and Sojiro would be happy if it didn’t, if he remained here between his beloved sons forever, speared and spearing for the rest of time.

But, eventually, the flood stopped pouring in, and the last shudders and vibrations and convulsions faded away, and an exquisite afterglow grew and flowered in its place.

Sojiro would have preferred staying where he was, still buried in Genji and Hanzo still buried in him, but Genji had one last gift as he awkwardly wriggled and crawled out from under Sojiro, his father left on all fours in front of Hanzo.

He turned and presented one cupped hand, coated and overflowing with his fragrant semen, and the dragons’ gift hadn’t quite left them, so the savory, bitter smell was overwhelming, and overwhelmingly delicious.

Genji laughed as Sojiro and Hanzo surged forward to lap and lick at his palm and fingers, making sure to clean his hand of every last drop of his essence.

Then Genji’s eyes softened and he gently drew his father and brother to the floor, cushioning their heads on his chest as they curled against his sides and simply breathed each other in.

No one said anything.

With the dragons’ help, no words were needed. 

#shimadacest #requests #asks #my stories #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #sojiro shimada

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M, P, Q for the ask game!

hi mia!

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share? ooh i have a couple things i'm kinda working on right now actually, one is a post-canon thing about teenage erin asking hawk for life advice featuring flashbacks and lots of references to 60s musical acts, then another one with elements of mash-22 but a premise i'm keeping secret :-) i also had an idea for one where the movie versions and tv version meet each other but that will probably never be completed bc i dont really have enough grasp on the movie versions to write them convincingly, even if i had some fun dialogue mapped out. if anyone else is intrigued by that concept be my guest to write something lol

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) inchresting... i usually go in with a broad picture of the structure, like basic things for beginning middle and end, and probably a couple vignettes from different times. and then i figure out the rest by writing the space between what i already have. so i suppose, architect.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects? oh yes. many. there was one where it's a beejhawk anniversary and they both have big surprises planned for the other but they directly contradict each other in terms of like who needs to be where and it's a fun comedy of errors, i had a bit of an outline of some noirhawk ideas but i dont think i'm ever gonna write it, ohhh my god i was planning a no exit au...... honestly this is convincing me to un-discard some of this stuff...... i would LOVE to write something in the style of a play i've been writing original plays in my spare time.....

fanfic asks :-)

#i realize i basically combined the first and third question for both of them. but this is serving to get my creative juices flowing again #asl #draftdogerag

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Danganronpa in toki pona, part 2: talents

if you havent read the first part go do that

toki!

the first post only focused on transliterating, but now were getting into actual translation territory. that means I get to explain toki pona words and grammar. the main two words Ill be using here are ken (ability, skill (but also possibility)) and wawa (power). then there is of course jan (person) to talk about the actual students. for convenience, and to keep with the toki pona spirit, I will try my best to keep phrases short and only use up to one pi.

speaking of which

what the hell is pi?

this is one of the aspects of the language that is most difficult for new learners to grasp because theres really nothing like this in english. so, in toki pona you cant really combine multiple words into one (a process called agglutination, something you might know from jokes about how long german words can get) instead, you have one main word that you attach modifiers to (names, by the way, are always modifiers in toki pona, which is why they need a head noun). so a phrase X Y can be interpreted as "X exhibiting qualities of Y, Y-ish X, X of Y, Y's X", stuff like that.

but things get ambiguous when you have three words. "mute" means many, a lot, etc, but its also used to mean "very". so if you read something like jan pona mute, how are you supposed to know whether its "many good people" or a "very good person"? this is where pi comes in. pi regroups modifiers, and its easiest to show this with brackets. if you do not use pi, modifiers apply to all the words before them. so jan pona mute is ((jan pona) mute), many good people. jan pi pona mute, however, is (jan (pona mute)), a very good person. this is a very important concept to understand in toki pona.

a note about translation & interpretation

words in toki pona dont really correspond 1:1 to any specific word. rather, they cover a range of meaning that can be intepreted in various ways depending on context. akesi Lipamanka calls these ranges "semantic spaces" and has started writing a dictionary based on them. this is sort of like calling something a building and not specifying whether you mean a house, a school, a church, a shopping mall, etc. if its obvious from context, then you dont need to specify. the only difference is that toki pona words generally have broader ranges than english words. just know that for any translation and backtranslation I give, theres a lot of other ways someone could read them.

also, ideally all of the talents would actually be translated into full introductory sentences, both because its more pona and because, again, itd provide some neat opportunities for distinction between characters, especially ones who share a talent. but whenever I need to refer to their talents in a short-form way, these phrases will have to do.

so, aside from individual pieces of vocab, theres not much else to know. I will explain everything else as I go along.

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talentless - jan ken ala (not skilled-person, non-ultimate) or jan pi ken ala (unskilled person, someone with no skills) Im sure theres something fun to be done with the subtle difference between these

ultimate ??? - jan pi ken ???

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ultimate lucky student - jan wawa pi ken pona ("powerful good-possibilites person", luck is.. difficult to translate, but I feel like ken pona is alright at being both concise and clear enough in meaning. its also a wawa cause yknow. luck isnt really a skill)

ultimate detective - jan ken pi kama sona ("skilled knowledge-aquiring person", yeah, no notes here. after all what is a detective if not one who figures out information?)

ultimate affluent progeny - jan wawa pi mani mute ("powerful rich person", I didnt really lean into the heir aspect here sorry. I also do not really care about this guy so eh)

ultimate writer - jan ken pi toki musi ("skilled entertaining-words person", musi is a rather broad category so I think it fits for stories)

ultimate murderous fiend - jan moli ken ("skilled death-person", pretty self explanatory)

ultimate pop sensation - jan ken pi kalama musi ("skilled fun-sounds person", so I really wanted to make sure I distinguished the music-based talents cause technically you could just reduce all of them to kalama. kalama musi is a pretty widely used and generic phrase for music, which imo fits well for pop)

ultimate baseball player - jan ken pi tawa sike ("skilled ball-movement/circular movement person", okay so. I was originally going to talk about how I wouldnt be able to disambiguate the two ball sport related talents bc like. theyre both about moving balls, sike tawa. but then I had the absolute genius idea to use tawa sike instead since it can refer to both the movement of the baseball itself and the circular movement of running around the bases)

ultimate programmer - jan ken pi ilo nanpa ("skilled computer person", ilo nanpa is a fairly common way of referring to electronic devices so. yeah)

ultimate biker gang leader - jan wawa pi lawa kulupu ("powerful group-leadership person" uhhgh sorry I dont really know how to put the kon of "biker gang" into an short phrase. this is an example of why full sentences to describe talents would probably be more apt)

ultimate moral compass - jan wawa pi nasin pona ("powerful good-rules person" nasin can be interpreted as a lot of things, but fundamentally it is some sort of way one might follow, either physical like a path or metaphorical like rules (fun fact: in the context of languages, its often used to mean grammar. people who speak toki pona in a way that deviates from common usage generally call this their personal nasin)

ultimate fanfic creator - jan ken pi sitelen musi ("skilled entertaining-pictures person", I think thats a reasonable translation of comics? plus sitelen can also refer to writing so it works in two ways)

ultimate gambler - jan wawa pi musi mani ("powerful money-games person", also a luck-based talent, therefore a wawa. I dont think this one needs much explanation)

ultimate martial artist - jan wawa ken ("skilled strong person", wawa can also mean physical strength so. I really wanted her to be a jan wawa and a jan ken, to emphasize her strength and add to her initial intimidation factor)

ultimate swimmer - jan ken pi tawa telo/kala ("skilled water-movement/fishlike movement person" both of those are fairly uncontroversial ways to describe swimmimg. no notes here)

ultimate clairvoyant - jan wawa pi sona kama/jan sona pi tenpo kama ("powerful incoming-knowledge person/"future knowledge-person", uouuugh. this is one of the ones that gave me the most trouble. clairvoyance is something thats real fucking difficult to put into a quick and snappy phrase. moreover, I think the second phrase is more accurate but it doesnt include wawa which would set him apart from other ultimates for basically no reason? like mayybe I could say jan wawa pi tenpo kama but "future powers" is a bit too vague imo :/)

ultimate soldier - jan utala ken ("skilled battle person", no notes here)

ultimate fashionista - jan ken pi len pona ("skilled good-clothes person", theres a lot of ways you could go about translating fashion, but I think this one suffices. do not even ask me to try and translate ultimate analyst into a simple phrase I will literally die)

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ultimate everything - jan pi ken ale ("all-abilities person", fitting + contrasts nicely with jan pi ken ala)

ultimate gamer - jan musi ken ("skilled games person", musi refers to anything related to entertainment, and its often used on its own to say game so. yeah)

ultimate imposter - jan ken pi jan ante ("skilled other-people person", again, I think this one especially suffers from not being in full sentences, but I think its still accurate. their talent is (being) other people)

ultimate animator - jan ken pi sitelen tawa ("skilled moving-pictures person", sitelen tawa is a fairly common & uncontroversial translation of movies/videos/animations so yeah)

ultimate chef - jan moku ken ("skilled food person", I really really dont think toki pona is built to get across the tiny little nuance cook vs chef so I guess thats staying out of the tp translation? then again I dont think Ill translate anything with teruteru in it because I dont really like him at all)

ultimate photographer - jan ken pi ilo sitelen ("skilled picture-tool person", no notes)

ultimate swordswoman - jan ken pi ilo utala ("skilled fighting-tool person", no notes)

ultimate yakuza - jan wawa pi kulupu Jakusa ("powerful Yakuza-group person", Im gonna say it outright, any attempts to describe the yakuza in this tiny little phrase turned out reductive and Bad. you really cant put the intricacies of organized crime into a two word toki pona phrase. it does feel kind of like cheating to simply tokiponize the word but the other options all suck ass. the actual description will simply have to be contained in fuyuhikos introduction, where I can use full sentences)

ultimate musician - jan ken pi kalama wawa ("skilled loud-sound person", like I said, I wanted to differentiate the kalama-based talents, and if theres one thing ibukis music is, its loud)

ultimate traditional dancer - jan ken pi tawa musi ("skilled entertaining-movement person", yeah, fairly normal way to say dancing. thats it)

ultimate nurse - jan ken pi pona sijelo ("skilled body-wellness person", if youre partial to nimi ku suli, you could also replace pona sijelo with misikeke ("medicine"), though due to the changed modifier amount the whole thing would then be jan misikeke ken)

ultimate gymnast - jan ken pi tawa mute ("skilled lots-of-movement person", no notes)

ultimate team manager - jan ken pi pona kulupu ("skilled group-wellness person", no notes)

ultimate breeder - jan ken pi soweli mute ("skilled many-animals person", while calling his talent unpa soweli might be more accurate to him being a breeder, I really really didnt want to call him the animal sex guy)

ultimate princess - jan lawa ken ("skilled leader", so, I generally consider leadership to be a wawa rather than a ken, however, I also wanted a way to contrast her talent w kokichis, and I think wawa is more capable of having sinister undertones than ken. I mean think about it, between "skilled leader" and "powerful leader", who sounds more menacing?)

ultimate mechanic - jan ken pi pona ilo ("skilled machine-wellness person", no notes)

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ultimate pianist - jan ken pi ilo kalama ("skilled instrument (sound-tool) person", since theres no other talent that specifically mentions an instrument theres no need to specifically describe a piano)

ultimate child caregiver - jan awen ken pi jan sin ("skilled child (new/young-person) protection person, so I wasnt quite sure how to convey taking care of someone without using too many words, but I think awen comes close enough? because youre keeping them safe and happy? I dunno. though I do like that awen doesnt necessarily imply that maki would be nice to them, which I think could work in her favor?)

ultimate assassin - jan ken pi moli len ("skilled hidden-death person", no notes)

ultimate astronaut - jan ken pi tawa mun ("skilled star-travel person", no notes)

ultimate.. leader - jan lawa wawa ("powerful leader", like I said earlier, I think this makes him sound kind of ominous which fits the way he presents himself over the course of the game)

ultimate adventurer - jan ken pi tawa musi ("skilled? entertaining-travel person", because what is an adventure if not an exciting journey. also Im not sure how going on adventures is necessarily a skill but its even less of a wawa, so)

ultimate tennis player - jan ken pi sike tawa ("skilled moving-ball person", having tawa sike vs sike tawa as disambiguation between this and baseball is like, really flimsy but its better than nothing so Im keeping it)

ultimate maid - jan ken pi pali mute ("skilled many-jobs person", yeah, I think this pretty much gets across her Mädchen für Alles (lit. "girl for everything", a person whos there to help with anything and everything when someone needs them) energy)

ultimate magician - jan ken pi wawa musi (calls herself jan usawi wawa) ("skilled entertaining-powers person/powerful magic person", so. usawi is one of them newfangled words that barely anyone uses but its special to me bc jan Usawi makes some damn good music. also I read somewhere that in the japanese version himiko actually speaks in a distinct dialect? therefore I think itd be kind of cool for her to use nimisin that no one else does)

ultimate neo-aikido master - jan ken pi tawa wawa/tawa Akito ("skilled powerful-movement/Aikido-movement person", uhh this one could go either way. tawa wawa is more descriptive but tawa Akito is clearer abt the fact that its aikido specifically? then again it always feels a bit like cheating to just tokiponize. what ever)

ultimate artist - jan ken pi kiwen sitelen ("skilled artful-stone(or other hard material) person", shes a sculptor. thats her talent. why did they just translate it as generic artist SHES A SCULPTOR. shaking the localization by the neck)

ultimate anthropologist - jan ken pi sona jan ("skilled people-knowledge person", no notes on the talent itself but I heard this guy talks in a sort of archaic way. therefore Id like to propose that he uses majuna bc its a pre-pu (therefore old) word and the word itself means ancient. I think it would be funny if that was a word he used, and perhaps also limited to no usage of ku words? much to think about)

ultimate inventor - jan ken pi ilo sin ("skilled new-tools/machines person", no notes)

ultimate entomologist - jan ken pi sona pipi ("skilled bug-knowledge person", no notes)

ultimate robot - jan ilo wawa ("powerful machine-person", as mentioned in the names post I think theres some interesting stuff to be done with people referring to him differently, especially kokichi)

ultimate cosplayer - jan ken pi len ante ("skilled different-clothes person", so obviously cosplaying is more than just clothes, however it works well enough here  + len can also mean cover in a metaphorical sense, like hidden things and secrets. which works rather well I think)

#danganronpa #dr #sdr2 #ndrv3 #conlangs #toki pona #tokidr

[roughentumble]

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also like im sorry. but the first time i heard the term "landback" and didnt know exactly what it entailed, i googled it, and the first thing i found said that its a term that no one really agrees how it should be enacted, or what it encompasses, or what it could entail precisely.

so yes. if you want to have an effective discussion about land back, you have to specifically talk about the version of it that you have in mind when you're advocating for it. because no one can agree on exactly what it looks like. and its different for every tribe and every area and even then there's still discussion within the tribe. which is fine! but it means there's no clear conversation to be had if youre not specific and you dont explain.

and im for land back!!! in all situations!! all of those different variables, im for all of them!!! but you literally cant be mad when someone says "ive never heard of that before, what would it mean for my daily life". would the laws change? the taxes? we dont trust cops around here, but what would it mean for fire fighter response? what about local government? who would i call for zoning issues, or is that not relevant to me once i've taken part in land back?

these arent malicious questions. these are normal questions to ask about how a massive shift would work. i dont care if youve gone over it with people in the community, people OUTSIDE the community havent heard the discussions. go over it with them so they understand what would happen. I THINK IT SHOULD HAPPEN. IT'S STILL GOOD TO DISCUSS LOGISTICS

god, the same shit happens with complete prison abolition, where people get so annoyed when you ask "what would society look like without prisons and how would we deal with crime and genuine harm done to others?"

they jump to saying "it isnt dealt with now! there's only 1% of rapists in prison, there's only [x]% of abusers, the recidivism rates, the way prison is a den of abuse for the people in it" and like yes i agree with those points. but also no matter what you say, people will hear 1% and go "but 1% is a better chance of being saved if im on the receiving end of extreme violence, than 0% in a system that does nothing". they!!! are always going to go with the devil they know!!! if the alternative is completely in the dark!!!!

"what is the alternative to prisons" is always, in my experience seeing these conversations leak out into public internet discourse, to say "well, there's just so many options, and we're still discussing in the community--" stop. stop. that will never ever ever work. that will never convince anyone.

1) you never stop doing [x social thing] without any solid clearly defined agreed upon plan for the alternative. you just dont. 2) that doesnt encourage anyone to look for more information, it makes it sound like there is no solid alternatives period, 3) just!! say!!! what you think!!!! just say "well there arent any solid plans yet, but i personally like [x method] and [y method]", because that gives people a foothold. that gives them the context to start understanding the argument, the alternative that is being presented, it gives them a broad image of what to picture for a prisonless society and how it might function. that is an archetype WE DONT CURRENTLY HAVE, so you have to paint them a picture so they can start to imagine. so that they have some place to start looking. some concept they can start to research on and expand from there.

most people dont know what a prison-less society or land back looks like. im sorry its annoying to explain it a lot. but they dont know. if you want to do outreach, paint a picture. tell them what it means. get into logistics.

the moment you step outside your community to talk to people outside it, you are doing outreach. so look into how to do it well, how to get people on your side, and how to introduce concepts to people who have never heard of it before.

#ok im done with word vomit.

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

sorry late for the controversial ship ask thingy ! either mahokabi or the ship between king dedede and dark matter swordsman! idk the ship name of this one. i've seen it a few times and it's always this yandere-esque thing where dedede doesn't look like he really enjoys it? i was wondering if you'd seen it? thank you! i hope these controversial ship thingies aren't taking a toll on you or something. take care!

oooo these two in particular make me think you spend a lot of time in the jp fandom space. theyre pretty rare otherwise. also dw im so chill but i super appreciate the concern :D

under the cut:

magokirby gets an instant L from me for having way too much ship art thats indistinguishable from anything else. you see mags and kirby standing remotely close to each other and you go "oh thats cool ar- ah. マホカビ ...." otherwise its like. i know a lot of ppl hate this one cause it has the same vibes as me//taki//rby, which in a way i kinda agree because as kirby is the most popular character to be shipped in the jp spaces, it falls under my somewhat broad red flag territory of "uh oh two extremely popular characters together", but honestly i think this one is way better than mtkb. at least its way more plausible for magolor and kirby to be in the same age group. that said i still get really weird vibes from the content out there... i dont bother looking into it enough to Really pin down what the issue is but sometimes it feels like people like to romanticize a manipulative magolor too much

matterdede i think is what its called, though im not sure if thats just an umbrella term for any sort of dark matter/dedede and dark matter swordsman has his own term. Yeahhh agree with you anon. like i said id be a hypocrite to bash any sort of enemies to lovers but this one in particular really just makes me think Why. im so Why about it im struggling to properly convey any thoughts on it even. not a bad Why. just a neutral Why. but like. Why

my friend ships matterdede on the downlow actually, shoutout to him and i trust his takes in particular so i refer to him: ships only good if you flip the power dynamic. dms having power over dedede in their relationship leads to weird yandere relationships like you specified. dedede having power over the relationship leads to. okay im so sorry im gonna be honest i still dont know but hey its better than before at least. this is probably a personal side effect of me not having any attachment to 64 sob sob im so sorry swordsman i have no clue what to do with your ass

i think like. this gives me the same vibes as dam//eta//meta where i can kinda see it if i squint really hard. like it works as a concept that says something deeper about both of the character's inner states and development rather than being a traditional romance. but also whenever i see it out in the wild im right back to square one of not remotely getting it at all. likeeee if you want to make matterdede a thing of dark matter swordsman learning how to experience emotions through dedede and dedede. okay i still dont know but ill say growing from trauma sure. and then both of them get to understand each other in a unique way by being bonded or whatever then cool i guess? but then at the same time if you go that route i dont see them being traditionally romancey in the slightest and so any art i see like that throws me off?? i dunno i have a lot of thoughts. none of them manage to overshadow the initial Why however, which i think is the issue

#asks #anonymous #dgp askgame #ask to tag

[bigbroemen]

theres something that plagues a lot of the christian and christian aligned people who are on our side of the class war (as in, they do not belong to any significant generational wealth; they are stuck in this shit as much as we are, and a lot of them dont actually want to separate themselves from the atheists/people of color/lgbtq+ people/etc that are around them in public spaces and also in their personal lives)

its this broad mindset that applies to everything that a person would think about: this person just does not take the time to consider that they can figure out the specifics or details of a social problem, in order to figure out an answer/solution. the idea of using logic and reason to feel their way through an idea and come to a conclusion that is natural and objective and constructive

its an alien concept to them, i dont think a lot of people in their bracket have especially considered the power that they personally have to gather information and put stuff together. they rely passively and almost solely on the collective for information (social media), save whatever instances where people in their lives touch base with them on whatever topical social/political subjects

i do think that we would definitely benefit from spending a lot of time putting out and sharing clear and consumable education on whatever the right is attempting to keep people from learning about properly in order to maintain their plans/goals (abortion, critical race theory, trans people, etc). when it comes to figuring something out that you dont understand, more context means a better and easier time of figuring that thing out,

but i think pressing into the gas a little more on encouraging these people (and i mean ENCOURAGING. i dont mean peer pressuring. i dont mean shaming into. i mean empowering these people and making them feel wanted and putting effort into caring about them and their place in all this) to feel like they are capable of actively learning about and developing a nuanced understanding of a topic will do so much more for the fight for transparency, clarity, and information

a lot of these people who are prone to falling to misinformation are in the dark. they grew up christian, they were never encouraged to figure out these bigger social problems for themselves. the answer has always been god. they didnt decide on this way of thinking, they were born and raised into it. i dont want to leave them in the dust just because they were put in the wrong place at the wrong time.

#talk #i was able to think about this enough to compose my thoughts and feelings properly enough

[manie-sans-delire-x]

there are men dealing with men's issues. the problem is that radfem organizations have gathered power and influence and in many areas will actively lobby to prevent resources being given to orgs that help men. there's many cases of attempts to open shelters for men being shut down by lobby from feminist orgs. there's the fact that it is impossible to have a broad movement of "men's rights" specifically because it will be discredited and nipped in the bud by certain feminist interest groups. yes, sure 'MRA's are in big part responsible for this too. but like, outside of completely backwards and assinine 'versions' of feminism such as radical feminism, there's is a conscience that on a political and social level, equality of genders cannot be achieved if women's needs are held in higher regard than men's or if men do not have proper resources to help themselves. this is the part where modern intersectional feminist movements advocate for deep structural changes (dismantling the patriarchy) in order for *everyone* to have resources necessary for their well being. society as it is doesn't care about men's well being or actual self determination. when it comes to mental health for instance, men have significantly fewer resources than women do. this is why more and more men participate in feminist movements. in the long run, feminist ideology and politics have a better chance of advancing the cause of equality and just general improvement of life quality for everyone, then creating a specifically "men oriented" movement. actual conscious feminism is rooted in class consciousness, anti-capitalism and anti-colonialism, and these things affect men as well women, although in different ways. this is why there's a place for men in feminism, and why feminism is also concerned with men's issues. these two things are interconnected and do not exist in a vacuum. you seem like a smart person, you should really stop listening to radfems. there's plenty of other "types" of feminism or feminist schools of thought that are much more anchored in reality. not to mention that the Venn diagram of radfems and fascists is practically a circle. the whole bio essentialism thing, considering males as inherently abusive and automatically usurpatory vs. women is the same trick as labeling any group of people as "inherently dangerous and incapable of change and therefore They Are The Enemy". not to mention how fucking hopeless that is. what's the point in all of this if people are just "born this way"? that means theres no possible future where things can be better. radfem mentality is counterproductive at best, toxic and dangerous at worst. what kind of 'feminists' get female s.workers incarcerated to "save them"?? what kind of 'feminist thinker' teaches women that any penetrative sex is rape??? stop listening to batshit insane people...

Woah, when did I even mention radical feminism? I am capable of my own thoughts you know, why are you assuming I'm being influenced by extremists? None of my beliefs about sex equality are extremist, they're very basic feminist concepts. I definitely don't think incarcerating sex workers is saving them or any penetrative sex is rape. Definitely dont think all men are evil or whatever either. I've never said that and I would never believe such ridiculous things. So no, I'm not "listening to batshit insane people" at all actually. So wtf are you talking about with that?

Are they shutting down shelters for men, or simply saying that men should not be allowed into women's shelters? Because thats very different. The first is fucked up, men deserve equal help. The second is very reasonable and I back that.

Also I would be careful about the use of the phrase "mens rights" because men are not lacking rights. Nowhere in the world is there a law that denies rights to men for being male. I know I used it too lol, but that was because men like the ones I spoke about love using that phrase. But theres a huge difference between societal issues mainly affecting a certain sex vs that sex being denied rights. There are societal issues which affect mainly men, absolutely, and resources for men are indeed lacking compared to womans. Not because of malice towards men but because women are the vast majority of victims of domestic violence, trafficking, single parents, etc. They genuinely need it more. And thats not like a "win for feminism, fuck men lol" thing, thats actually the whole problem to begin with isnt it? -that women are disproportionately being victimized, in almost every category of crime. 

“This is why more and more men participate in feminist movements” Are they? Because all I ever see are men hating on feminism, saying there is no longer a need for it, and denying the extremely extensive damage that men as a whole have been committing upon women as a whole for thousands of years. I would hope this is true though.

"In the long run, feminist ideology and politics have a better chance of advancing the cause of equality and just general improvement of life quality for everyone, then creating a specifically "men oriented" movement. ... This is why there's a place for men in feminism, and why feminism is also concerned with men's issues. These two things are interconnected and do not exist in a vacuum."

I absolutely agree that issues are interconnected and complex, and I agree that men should care about womens issues and women should care about mens issues. I think you misunderstood my post. My post was complaining about men who dont care about sex equality issues- for men or women- until it negatively affects men/a man, and then they use that to complain about feminism or somehow discredit womens rights movements. 

#asks

[bonesandthebees]

Long posts give me life. Also we can be sick together lmao.

Characters with so many faces and sides to them, so many shades of grey in them are what really make the most interesting ones sometimes. Because you can't really like quantify them as a villain or no because there's too much which falls right in between the spectrum. Especially in some scenes where the conflict between so many different sides of the same character show, it feels so good to see it all come together. And it's so intriguing yet terrifying to see how every little thing that happens shapes a person and/or character, it gets me every time. The whole time I was reading your reply I was like "mhmm, yes."

Oh I rambled whoops, not what I came in here for!

Of all the fics you've written (or any one fic, I don't mind) what are the scenes that stand out to you the most in terms of: most challenging, most enjoyable, most memorable? Feel free to narrow down your search as much as you'd like because I know it's a very broad scale lmao, sorry about that

Cheers mate, have a good day/night!! And take care, hope you get better soon <3

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aw man sorry you're sick too snowflake anon :( we are suffering out here. hope you feel better too!!

and yeah!! dont have brain power to properly reply but yes, the most interesting characters are the really complicated ones you can't classify as solely heroes or villains

also hmm good question!!

most challenging - this isn't technically a scene, but it's an entire chapter without any scene breaks really so it kind of is one whole scene, but chapter 18 of clinic aka the first chapter of dream having kidnapped tommy. the entire chapter is mostly just dialogue between tommy and dream and it was so hard to write bc i had to be so careful with what i had each of them say in order to maintain the balance and dynamic i wanted for them, plus I didn't have any of the dialogue planned beforehand i just knew the general topics i wanted to broach, but I pretty much just winged it

most enjoyable - ohhhh god I think it was definitely writing the first grounding scene in world forgetting?? i'd been waiting to write that scene for SO long bc i came up with the concept for world forgetting while i was still writing clinic, and one of the first scenes i came up with for it was that one so it was so satisfying to finally write it. so i'd either say that or i also had a really fun time writing the clicks and whistling scene in what the water gave me, just gave me so many warm fuzzies

most memorable - probably the crimeboys las nevadas scene from world forgetting. it was just such a major turning point in the story and such a fun thing to build up to, and it was so so satisfying to write. i think it just perfectly encapsulates a huge shift in tommy's character from that point on

#ask #snowflake anon #bones writes

[spioderman]

there is very little sacred to the batman character in my opinion, like i dont like every interpretation but ppl who act like some comic book writers dont “get” the character just doesn’t sit right with me when the version comic writers often show has been generally accepted in many different variations

tbh i think arguing there is a holy truthful version is both more inaccurate and less compelling then just saying that you think one version has more to offer and is more interesting to see, which tbh should be the only thing we are arguing abt with a character that is too broad to be simply defined. like i prefer btas to many interpretations of the characters bc i find it more compelling and there is more to do with a batman that cares and can mess up then the power fantasy of the hush comic and the arkham games. but those are not inaccurate to batman as a concept, their just rlly boring lol.

#mespeaks #batman