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negative-azure · 9 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘

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❝seven pounds of pressure❞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

[18+] [third person; omniscient]

The scent of weed, hookah coals and the pungent smell of spilled alcohol hung heavy in the air, smoke wafting in thick, gray vapors in front of Jamari’s face as he exited the back of the club. Trotting down the short, wooden steps, he joined his entourage and a group of other men that were hanging out in the back parking lot. The air outside was humid - almost sticky, and fresh with the smell of rain that left the fabric of the monogrammed, navy blue and white Louis Vuitton polo he wore clinging to his body. The night sky above was vacant - light from the stars obscured by street lights, bathing the cracked, wet asphalt below in an odd shade of orange. Steam wafted up from the concrete, surrounding the men huddled in a circle in front of him too consumed in their dice game - their voices loud and obnoxious, echoing in the vacant parking lot, along with bass-boosted music that played from a red Dodge Charger.

Jamari hung to the outside of the crowd, his body supported by the brick wall behind him, his eyes following the motion of the set of white and black dice as it collided against the ground. Hands swiped at money as more fluttered through the air - green, tatted bills falling haphazardly on top of fresh bank notes below.

His ears were filled with the sounds of incoherent conversations, background noise to the thoughts that raced in his head. Subconsciously, he played with the lighter and blunt in his hands, flicking the lighter on and off again, the strong smell of butane dancing across his senses along with the subtle smell of the berry flavored tobacco leaf.

Rolling the blunt back and forth between his fingers, he finally decided to light one end - the flowery, diesel smell of the weed intensifying as he brought it to his lips, inhaling harshly as the smoke filled his lungs, smoke spilling out from the other end.

Jamari’s nerves were on the fritz - an almost electric, pin needle sensation washing over his body.

Even the numb lull from the amount of Hennessey that coursed through his veins couldn’t completely tune out the way he felt.

Something was bothering him.

And the feeling washed over Jamari like a nasty disease, permeating his mind.

It bothered him from the moment he woke up this morning, through his much awaited interview with V103, and lingered even in his studio session. It made him feel antsy. Unfocused. It made him feel on edge, almost like he was watching a horror movie - worked to the edge of his seat, anticipation building to a crescendo. That kind of feeling was foreign, so unnerving and unlike himself.

It was like he could feel that something was wrong, so wrong, and the thought of it made the hairs of the back of his neck stand up. It sent a chill down his spine.

Something lingered in the fuckin’ air, and Jamari swore he could damn near taste it.

Feel it.

Hold it in his hands.

And he didn’t like it.

“Murda, you straight?”

Looking up, he met the eyes of his bodyguard, Joshua. He didn’t even notice that he was standing in front of him, the raspiness of his voice in Jamari's head sounding so close, yet so far away. Joshua’s eyes scanned his face, his body language stiff as he stood with hands clasped together in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jamari cleared his throat, nodding his head. He puffed smoke again, the sensation of the smoke burning the inside of his nose as he inhaled. The rest of the smoke escaped from between his lips as he spoke, Jamari inhaling deeply again before extending the blunt to Joshua. He hoped that the weed would calm his nerves, and really hoped that his friend wouldn’t be able to tell how “off” he felt.

But, seeing right through the thinly veiled gesture, Joshua raised his eyebrows, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he lied again, “I’m just in my head ‘bout this music shit.”

Joshua nodded his head - slowly - his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the look on Jamari’s face. Even if the tongue lied, body language couldn’t - and Jamari looked like he was a deer in damn headlights, fear and worry lurking behind his expressive, dark brown eyes.

But even if he wanted to, Jamari knew he wouldn’t be able to explain clearly how he felt to Joshua. His “spidey senses” were tingling, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing mental gymnastics as he tried to narrow down exactly what it was. That was Jamari’s biggest issue - he didn’t know what had him so wound up. What was pressing his buttons, pushing his pressure points.

Like damn, what the fuck was it?

“You a fraudulent, wack ass nigga!”

Murda could point out that grating, pitchy voice from anywhere, his eyes immediately finding the owner of the voice in the crowd - dressed in a red and white Gucci shirt, and black jeans, and a big, obnoxiously sized chain in the shape of a money bag hanging from around his neck.

That voice belonged to no one other than Rich Baby - Murda’s labelmate and one of the sharpest thorns in his side.

From the moment the two of them met, Rich Baby seemed to have it out for Murda. Whether it was on social media, in songs, interviews - whatever it was, he made it his business to antagonize Jamari every chance he got. And unfortunately, since they were on the same label, it meant that they ran in the same circles. And because it sold records, made the fans want more from the two of them, made the blogs talk - Jamari had to be in his presence more often than he would like. And for someone as attention seeking as Rich, it meant that he would go all out to keep the persona, the image attached to his name.

But for once, Rich’s attention wasn’t on Jamari, and instead of the dice game that had come to a screeching halt in front of them.

Rich was staring down another man, dice in one hand and money in the other, the two of them exchanging nasty glares at each other.

“Here them niggas go,” Joshua added, shaking his head as he watched the group over his shoulder.

Tension hung in the air as words were exchanged, playful banter and yelling suddenly turning serious. The air surrounding them seemed to turn stale, and Murda could feel the shift in the situation - his chest tightening as his heart thumped away loudly in his ears. The blunt in Joshua’s hand had long gone out - a thin wisp of smoke filtering from the charred and blackened end of the blunt. The crowd seemed to egg on the “discussion” between Rich and the other man on, both sides taunting each other.

“You tryna say I’m cheating? Cause I know that ain’t what yo’ ugly ass is tryna tell me, nigga!”

“That’s exactly what the fuck I’m saying. You fuckin’ dumb?”

“Watch yo’ fuckin’ mouth when you talking to me, nigga-”

“The fuck is you finna do if I don’t?”

That’s when the pushing and shoving started.

The sound of shouting filled Jamari’s ears, Rich’s figure drowned out in the sea of men that seemed to swarm the situation - some of them trying to diffuse it, while others were too consumed with their argument to be bothered with backing down. Designer shoes and Jordans stepped all over the money on the ground, while hands reached to pull the men apart, some men opting to attempt to pick up the money beneath their feet like vultures.

“What - you wanna hit for this shit or what?”

Wait..

“I got something for you, don’t even fuckin’ worry.”

Was this..

“Hold on, the fuck you finna-”

A loud, ear splitting pop rang out into the air - echoing as the crowd instantly scattered, spreading out in all different directions, like a bunch of roaches. Loud footsteps and screaming echoed in the night air, and the sounds of engines revving and tires screeching across asphalt made for a disastrous symphony.

Jamari’s ears rang, and he could smell the smoke from the gunfire in the air, temporarily stunning his senses and burning his eyes.

But when the smoke cleared, his eyes caught sight of Rich on the ground.

“What the fuck!”

Joshua yelled, kneeled down at Rich’s side. His hands were covered in thick, red blood as he tried to apply pressure to Rich’s chest. Rich grabbed weakly at Joshua’s hands, smearing the liquid across his shirt and Joshua’s tattooed hands. Without even thinking about it, Jamari joined him at Rich’s side along with a few other people - a woman lifting Rich’s head while another was on the phone, her words barely comprehensible as they slurred together.

Jamari was completely paralyzed as he stared down at the pool of blood covering the front of Rich’s shirt, Rich’s eyes blinking slowly as he tried to speak but the woman cradling his head told him not to. His body was frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him.

Then he realized - what he had been feeling all day. What had been bothering him.

Death.

It hung high in the air, yet Jamari was powerless to do anything about it.

The sound of sirens filled the air, swarming Jamari’s senses as he was fixed to his kneeling position on the ground. His hands trembled, and he struggled to breathe, watching Joshua as he continued to apply pressure to Rich’s chest, blood covering his hands and his shirt. Rich struggled to breathe, his chest rising shallowly as blood spilled from the corners of his lips with each passing breath. Joshua shouted at Rich to hold on, that he would be okay - but as the intensity and volume of the sirens grew closer, they all knew that there wasn’t much they could continue to do.

Jamari’s ears hadn’t stopped ringing - in a trance as he watched Rich take his last breath.

“Murda - we gotta go!”

The sound of Joshua’s voice fell on Jamari’s deaf ears, his body still frozen in place as he looked upon Rich’s cold, lifeless eyes.

“Jamari, are you listening to me?”

Joshua shook him, trying to snap Jamari out of his trance.

“Jamari!”

Yanking him up from the ground, Joshua shook him again, his bloody fingers digging into the soft fabric of Jamari’s shirt. Their eyes shared the same fearful, panicked expression in them, the two of them realizing the magnitude of what had unfolded in front of them. Sirens wailed through the streets, and behind them people filed out of the club, more people screaming and wailing in disbelief, the two men getting swallowed up in the crowd that had started to form.

“What the fuck do we do?” Jamari stumbled over his words, the syllables spilling out from his mouth.

“Ain’t shit we can do now but get the fuck out of here.”

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘?. . . the key signature, ❝dreamchaser❞

#*...testify #*…bubbling under #ue!newreleases.#negative-azure #theazurefiles

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dazais-guardian-angel · 19 days

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kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

#bungou stray dogs #been thinking a lot about chuuya lately (shocking for me i know (said with no sarcasm truly lmao it is rare for me))#cause of the 15 manga and also playing the fucking jeht quest in genshin impact ugh (where's the one dual genshin bsd fan who Understands)#but like this pressure has been building up for chuuya for so long due to being used and manipulated by all these people #first the sheep then mori then verlaine then still mori now #he was groomed since childhood just like dazai #but unlike dazai he didn't have an oda to help him get out of the mafia........ he's still stuck there #and his personality is different from dazai's. dazai was more self-aware imo (but still a groomed emotionally abused kid don't get me wrong #but chuuya's whole thing is needing to belong and wanting a leader to be loyal to but ending up in positions of leadership himself #which makes him feel pressured but he accepts and stifles any negative feelings just because he wants to belong #and all this crushed him with the events in the light novels and yeah he went through character growth but he's...... Still In The Mafia...#and that fucking scene asagiri added to the cannibalism stage play i don't think hardly anyone even knows about bc IT'S NOT DISCUSSED ANYMO #where mori emotionally manipulates him with the flags!!! and it deeply hurts him!!! and he presumably deals with that shit all the time!!!#it is WORRISOME. it WORRIES ME okay.#chuuya doesn't have anyone who can save him from the mafia (dazai is in no position to okay; it's all he can do just to try to save himself #and it's so so scary. it spells awful things for him.#didn't asagiri say he'd have a rough path or something??? and he added that fucking scene in the play!!! it haunts me!!#i fully expected this shit to hit a turning point in the meursault arc but we can't have nice things i guess #and as for kunikida a;lskdfl (took me this long to get to him oop) literally the ending of Entrance Exam (the novel) is just #One Big Foreshadowing for Kunikida's downfall #he's compared to the azure king for a reason. Sasaki saw the azure king in him for a reason. it's fucking worrying!!!!!#there hasn't really been anything like that since in the manga (just like for chuuya lol ugh) but he's TERRIBLE at coping with his trauma #and it only gets more apparent once shit hit the fan in the doa/hunting dogs/meursault arc #it's not good!!! i'm worried for kunikida too!!!!#even if the manga isn't focusing on this these worries are always in the back of my mind man #both kunikida and chuuya are doomed to hit some kind of breaking point eventually and i await those moments with dread yet anticipation #i want dazai to be able to save kunikida from the despair being too good a person brings the way he couldn't save oda #and chuuya.... if we get a scene with him & mori mirroring the one in dark era where dazai finds out that mori orchestrated the kids' death #oh man i think i'll fucking die (give it to me i need to cry)

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hikarisora101 · 1 year

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Gunvolt’s treatment in cannon bothers me to an unreal degree aka I’m get to rant about this series because I’ve never seen a series treat it’s mc worse

Spoilers for literally the whole franchise

I’ve had some time to think about it and calm down since gv3’s story and come to terms with it and something never sat right with me. And then it hit me. Gunvolt is the most punished character in the series and there is no good justification for it.

Drama tracks pre asg1

The things we learn about gv in the drama tracks are depressing. For reference, I recommend you watch the translations provided on slider’s YouTube channel, since they’ll be my main source for this section.

From what we can tell in the tracks that gv’s childhood pre quill is for lack of better words, absolutely crap. He was one of the subjects of the gv project, and only two that were successful, the other being Asimov. As far as we know he never had a name or at least was never referred to as such only being called subject 78.

As far as we know (because gv cannon likes raising more questions than answers and you have to DIG to hell and back just to find some answers) Gv’s time in sumeragi was miserable until quill decided to make a surprise adoption.

Asg1: and now things get worse

Then asg1 happens and we meet Joule, the other most punished character . Things go well for the pair until the end of the game. There are two ending, the Asimov kills gv and we move to the ix timeline and the gv lives but now Joule lives in his head ending.

The ending where he lives end in the simplest of terms is Gv killing what his basically his father and basically has to leave his friends behind with out a word and now has Joule living in his head. There’s not much of a happy ending here, bittersweet at most but hey at least he gets to live.

Asg2: everyone say hello to Quinn and Xiao

In one of the drama tracks where Gv meets Quinn, Gv and Joule are not having the best time. Joule’s not having a great time considering that y’know she’s basically a ghost and gunvolt himself isn’t having it any better. Now is how he treats Joule here great?

However, keep in mind that he’s only a year older than she is and feels like he failed her and has to deal with quill and sumeragi being after him. Not to mention he killed his foster father in an act of revenge. So yeah everything kinda sucks.

Then Quinn happens and she fills the role the of the anchor to Gv’s mental state in a sense in that in order for him to get better he has to come to terms with what happens and let Joule go.

And that partially happens through Michiru (I can’t spell her eng name for some reason) since no matter who you play, Gv ultimately makes the choice to let her go. And it’s for the better because an argument can be made that Joule staying around in her current state isn’t healthy in the slightest. Not helping that before the prayer fight, he internalizes what happened as failure, that there was a failure on his part. Even though, he really didn’t have much control over Joule’s powers getting snatched and Copen wasn’t really helping matters much either.

By contrast Gv never seems to talk about what happened in the previous game, never even referring to Asimov by name only calling him “mentor”. Not helped by him having nightmares about his near-death experience and as far as we know is more content with just leaving it in the past. Which is fine but I wish it would have been brought up at some point.

Honestly, it feels kinda weird that we never get any sort of interaction with Joule that has him or Joule take a moment to talk about what happened. Neither of them talk about their experiences with sumeragi, or the whole Asimov situation. It also doesn’t seem like he ever got closer in that case and I don’t feel like he ever did.

Asg3: the reason this post exists

Now we get to asg3 which is the reason why I made this post, because it’s kinda frustrating in every way.

First we learn that gunvolt’s powers went out of control. One of the conversations have him point out that it could be due to the AB spirits. However due to this he ended up hurting Quinn, afterwards he turned himself in to sumeragi.

Now gv3 does make it a point to say that sumeragi isn’t that bad which is a problem due to all of the child experimentation. Gunvolt himself also makes it a point to bring up that the scientists don’t represent the whole of sumeragi, which while fair kinda feels weird because those scientists were part of a whole project that probably had the company’s ok.

Now gunvolt has been a dragon for decades, which is the story’s justification for abandoning every other plot line

Now we get to a frustrating part in the story which is the duo refights. The problem isn’t that it can be interpreted that they’re a personified version of his guilt. The problem is that because their so late in the story that it feels like the neither the story or characters really press on it. Which sucks because Gv never seems to get closer with Quinn.

Skipping to the end because Asimov and Nova deserve their own posts. Gunvolt’s story ends with him being turned into a baby and going … somewhere.

Now why is this all an issue?

The core of the issue stems from the fact that most of these events happen nearly every time we see him. Every time he gains something he’s forced to lose it. The only times he wasn’t was when he let Joule go.

Copen in the IX timeline at least gets to be able to have some sort of stability and despite having to kill his twin sister at least gains something in the same respect. Compare this to gv where it’s gut punch, gain something, then it’s gone. Gunvolt becoming a villain wouldn’t have been better either.

His story is doesn’t feel fun to go through it feels unreasonably depressing. His story could’ve been better if you just let him be happy for longer than the start or the end of a game.

#long post #rant post #azure striker gunvolt #gunvolt #negative posting

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cursedalthoughts · 9 months

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the problem with manjuu imho is that they fall into one main faction for a while and just run with it, which can lead to perceived biases when in reality they probably dont have biases. idk i also think assuming they're biased towards any faction isn't a very healthy mindset but it also appears they're a bit lazy and pick a faction and run with it for like a year or so. two HMS URs almost back to back for example after ~2 years of no events (except a minor one i think), and when they start breaking that mold and try new things people whine and seethe and shit themselves.

just look at the drama with Yorkie II and BisZwei, which is why im oh so tired of the fandom so i hope they give the IB Treatment™️ to the Iris/Vichya, and that next year we get Sun Yat-sen as the first Dragon Empery UR PR, and that to cure Amagi of her illness the Sakura give her the II/Zwei treatment and we get UR CV Amagi who is the Goddess of Fluffy Tails

if that makes sense.

as i've said multiple times i don't simp for a single faction, and i genuinely, honestly want to see two french URs like Implacable/Vanguard. it's what the people deserve, and then 2 Sardegna URs as well, and then two more USN URs, etc.

#azur lane #gacha #gacha game #azur lane rant #im sorry for being negative on y'alls dashes #i am genuinely so excited about clemenceau tho. like legit i already love her and she may be one of my faves. alongside mainz and the other #i just dislike so much this overall . idk. atmosphere i guess #that the fandom has #which may indicate AL is truly becoming a large fandom which is never good (look at genshin)

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imminent-danger-came · 10 months

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i loved ur lmk fandomification rant, now i'm curious- who's your favorite (non-monkey!) lmk character (and any insights you want to share with the class? :eyes:)

Mei, Lady Bone Demon, and probably Azure!

But I could go on a long rant about any character in the show tbh, they're all my favorite character with the 3 I listed and MK being my "favorite favorites" (except maybe Jin and Yin, sorry guys. I do like their place as a sense of normalcy for MK, acting as the "monster of the week" antagonists in 4x01).

Little miss "I would watch my sword break 1000 times so long as I used it to protect the ones I care about" is my girly. Watched her best friend die in the A Hero is Born (AHIB) special and held onto that as a grudge all the way until 3x10. She just wants to see everyone make it out alive, but I doubt she's ready to pay the price required for that. No one in this show is. Mei watched Peng run away in 4x14 and wanted to kill that bird with her bear hands. She took everything Subodhi said to her in 4x09 so personally, like Subodhi probably knew she would, which allowed her to build off of MK's plan so they had a chance at succeeding. She's at her god damn limit. Her episodes (1x03, 3x02, & 4x05) are some of my favorites. She drives a motor cycle, she wears lipstick, she's a gamer, she wields a kick-ass sword, she's a dragon. In 3x12 she's willing to sacrifice Wukong for the sake of the world and more specifically MK. "Don't you realize you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" She's "fakin' it until she's makin' it". Literally what more could you ask for in a character.

Then you have LBD, who fights for a perfect world supposedly for mortal souls yet discards people the moment they no longer have a use to her. Ultimately I think she uses destiny as a crutch, as her way to cope with all of the suffering in the world. "I won't let you take my Destiny from me". You wonder how much it was about perfection and how much it was about her ability to change anything in the world she watched play the same tragedy over and over again. For the first 3 seasons she seems to be acting on destiny itself, she's the narrative our protagonists are running from. Then Embrace Your Destiny comes around, and you realize she was just as doomed by the narrative as anyone else. Doomed to a world of pain, unable to fix anything. The "to pain" scene is one of my favorite scenes, just in general. "Do you really still think the universe wants anything, from any of us?" "Don't you?" LBD and MK's foil is so fucking good. A delightful antagonist who they justify but don't victimize. Killed Spider Queen on screen. What more can I say.

Now Azure. Sweet Sweet Azure. The tragedy of Unckie Lion. Sincerely wanted to make the world a better place and was willing to sacrifice anything for it, just like LBD. I think about his scene with the Jade Emperor at least once a week. "How is it you come to stand before me today Azure, was there a point where you questioned it, or where you too oblivious in your own delusion to realize you were a mere piece in somebody else's game." Fucking insane. His abandonment issues are off the charts. He was gay for Wukong. He thought he could fix the world, and instead barely left it unbroken. He died with the power he couldn't use to change anything. He let himself become a pawn (continuing LMK's habit of manipulating royalty) thinking he could somehow avoid his fate. But the only way to win was to stop playing, and at every opportunity he had to stop he kept pushing. Moving forward. Just like LBD he was coping with the suffering of the world in his own way. It didn't work. Does it ever? Maybe MK will figure it out, maybe he'll leave the world better than he found it, but it's looking bleak. The 3 way foil between LBD, MK, and Azure haunts me.

And then maybe you realize every character in this show is just trying to cope with the world in their own way, and you stare at a wall for 3 hours about it.

Overall I think this image encapsulates it best:

#I am very much a tragedy enjoyer #I miss Azure SO MUCH and yet his arc was so good. There wasn't any other way it could end.#Me looking at LBD and Azure and MK parallels knowing MK is in some deep shit: *break dances*#And then Mei has had some negative character progression of her own over there #Do we think she's okay I'm half expecting a Mei breakdown next season. To pair nicely with MK's #Sandy has death vibes too ''you're too nice for your own good'' like there is not a single character I'm not worried about.#Everyone puts themselves on the line for each other but how many times can you do that without dying. You feel me.#Yes maybe I *am* expecting lmk s5 to be a tragedy! What of it!#My monkey lego tragedy fate vs freewill show #It's for me #Look I've loved tdp since I was like 15. Harrow is one of my favorite characters. There was no other way this was gonna go #I like themes and I like motifs and I like parallels and I like throwing all of those at my beloved characters #I can not help it it's the pattern recognition #Thinking about it 5 layers too deep #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk Mei #lmk LBD #lmk Lady Bone Demon #lmk Azure Lion #lmk analysis

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azuremist · 1 year

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THANKS POKEMAS FOR MAKING GREEN CANONICALLY SUICIDAL I FUCKING GUESS??

#this isn’t /neg im just RLLY SURPRISED #pokemon #pokemon masters #trainer green #trainer blue #FUCK this dude’s two names #green #azure does a thing

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acoraxia · 11 months

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Opinion on Azurenoodles?

…azure WHAT? 😃

#pls tell me its not azure and mk i will gag (neg)

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crowryes · 1 year

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im feeling emo about dimitri and edelgard again. theyre destined to kill eachother in every timeline. they are but puppets on strings thrown at eachother all for the gain of exterior parties and when one of them survives it just leads to an outcome for fodlan that won't last in the long term. these bitches aren't made to live in a world where the other dies ‼️‼️

#it still drives me insane that azure moon is the worst outcome for fodlan #anyways go listen to iydkmigthtky by type o negative and sunday bloody sunday by u2 that's what triggered this #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #my view on this might be skewed because i'm not letting myself play cf until exams are done

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griffinkid · 1 year

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What is vent art?

Vent art is art that's done to vent feelings, usually negative feelings. I do happy vent art sometimes too! But generally I use art to get feelings out by drawing things that are sad or angry. Here's a few examples:

#my art #negative #tagging just in case #beth #azure #rachel #rhiannon #angharad

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azureblooet · 6 months

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Ok maybe going "ehe~" at the horrors isn't the correct response but It's not making it any worse.

#azure’s bullshit #I am coping~#I am coping gurl #I'm sorry is this OUR loss? ok yeah it is but this is MY grieving process #I shall cope with the horrors however I wish excuse you #Is that existential dread and terror?#ehe~#The horrors cant get me if I'm laughing at them #ok maybe they can but its way funnier if I'm smug before getting obliterated #I can and will find the fun (negative)#This is in fact a toxic trait as well

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lmk-aus-galore · 2 months

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Needed to make this post because I keep seeing this-

I keep seeing people mistake this scene where Macaque smiles at Wukong during the Specials as a sign that he forgives him.

No, he does not, he’s still trying to trust Wukong again. You can see it in the beach scene. They still bicker slighty after this scene, and during the beach scene, Macaque looks at Wukong briefly believing his words before doubting him again. Or at least still getting a bad feeling.

Macaque and Wukong are far from forgiving each other, they’re still trying to trust each other again. However Season 4 is pretty much a start.

Even though Wukong seems to like forgive Macaque, I’m pretty sure it’s because he just survived a series of self-loathing and guilt, he’s probably not fully recovered.

That being said again.

This doesn’t prove Macaque forgave Wukong yet.

People who see this completely forget the conversation MK was having with Wukong.

Prior to Macaque smiling at him, MK tries to lift Wukong’s spirits up, give him hope like Wukong did for him. Encourage him even. He makes a whole speech about getting Wukong back on his feet and becoming the Monkey King again.

However, Wukong doubts it, so he looks to Macaque.

Again some people forget the whole context of this entire scene and just miss out on crucial details BECAUSE WUKONG ISN’T EVEN ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS HERE.

IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE WITH THE WHOLE ASS CONVERSATION-

Wukong knows that MK is his biggest fan, that MK looks to him with rose-tinted glasses, that to a fault, the kid sees too much good in Wukong, he WANTS to believe Wukong is good, Wukong knows that’s his one flaw about his view of him.

So he doesn’t take the staff immediately after MK encourages him, instead he looks to Macaque.

Why? Because he’s asking him, Macaque KNOWS Wukong. He knows Wukong far too much than probably Wukong himself. Macaque can see his faults, his mistakes, he knows Macaque HATES him. HATES the Monkey King, he’s honest about his doubts, his views on Wukong. Despite Azure’s praise, Macaque sees him for what he is.

Prior to this scene, Wukong was suffering with the curse of the scroll, reliving his mistakes and we know one of his mistakes that is most definitely going to play in his head is the scene where he broke off with Macaque. The scene where he yells at Macaque and seemingly destroys his friendship with him forever.

‘No that’s you! You’re the one always running off! Looking for more power! More sources of immortality! You’re the one who wouldn’t quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage! He’s always trying to drag everyone into his mess!’ Macaque was right. It was him that lost his sights on power, on why he was even gaining power in the first place, it was him who tried bigger and bigger until he couldn’t carry the load anymore. He’s the one who was reckless, not Macaque.

And he was right, he dragged Macaque into this. And only hurt him, the brotherhood and MK by dragging them into the mess he created. By letting MK fight his battles, by letting Macaque get injured over and over again just because he wanted him to help regardless of Macaque’s opinion on the matter. He dragged the Brotherhood into this false sense of justice and power that they ended up getting killed or sealed away.

He hurt them. He hurt them as the Monkey King. All he ever did as the Monkey King was hurt people. That’s why he looks to the one guy that can tell him, tell him honestly.

He asks the one guy that hates his guts, that has every right to hate his guts.

If it was alright for him to BE that guy again.

The reckless, egotistical, self-centered Monkey King again. He asks Macaque, who so negatively views Monkey King’s role as a hero if he should BE that hero again.

He asks Macaque if MK is right. This time, This time he’ll listen. Just tell him if it’s okay for him to BE that guy, if he needs to take a step back, he will no questions asked.

Instead.

Macaque smiles at him.

He assures Wukong that he’s okay with it. Yes he can be that guy, flaws and all. He’s willing to give him that chance.

Macaque was giving Wukong not only permission but assurance that Wukong is allowed to be that hero again. The one that everyone adores and loves and the one that people NEED right now.

Only then does Wukong stand and take the staff once more.

Macaque and Wukong still need to trust each other again sure.

But this whole scene is just Wukong at his DEEPEST and LOWEST he’s ever been. The usually loud, cheery and expressive Monkey King was reduced to the unusually quiet, sad and barely even audible Wukong who had been beaten down by his guilt and shame. He can barely look at MK…he can barely raise his voice. And judging by how quiet he was he might’ve been crying until his voice gave out. Paired with Macaque holding grudges yet still reminiscing their good times together. Seeing THAT must’ve been so disturbing for him.

Again, Macaque has this view of Wukong. The same way he notices MK’s despair and loss of light, he notices Wukong’s change in personality. However, unlike MK, there’s a chance Macaque has never SEEN this side of Wukong. He’s always seen Wukong so confident and unbreakable. So much so he doesn’t hold back against him at all. But seeing THIS must’ve done something to him- like scared him, disturbed him.

And now he’s looking at him like that? He’s so low on self-esteem that he looks to the one guy that hates his guts more than anyone else for permission to be that guy again? It probably frightened him more than anyone ever realized.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #monkie kid #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid season 4 #is this a rant?#probably

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neteyamsyawntu · 6 months

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Kinktober 20

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Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

PART 1

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, smut, P in V, edging, slight overstimulation, vulgar language, sub!Nete, dom!Reader, dirty talk.

Heat boiled on the surface of his azure skin, his body decorated in beads of rolling sweat as the overwhelming pleasure robbed him of any and all composure. Neteyam’s chest heaved with heavy pants, trembling to his core while he squirmed helplessly against your hand that had been slowly stroking and caressing him for what his throbbing cock felt like must’ve been for millennia; the tip of shaft growing into an irritated deep plum color, his bioluminescent freckles glowing bright almost as if it were his bodies way of showing just how close he was to cumming in your hand.

Sitting naked atop his thigh, his soft, needy whines filled your ears, your gentle fingers just barely touching his sensitive shaft, yet even the slightest of contact was enough to make him jerk. You raise your gaze to look at his flushed face, watching as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, a heavy blush shrouding his sweat covered face. Just as his eyelids flutter closed in attempts to compose himself, your thumb pressed against the slit on his cock tip, Neteyam’s mouth falling agape with a helpless groan, “Haah! Hnng- yawne… great mother please…” he whimpers, shuddering aggressively at your slightest of touches.

“My sweet Nete… look how sensitive you are. I’m hardly even touching you, my love.” You coo innocently, knowing full well that his current state was all your doing. Neteyam trembles at your words, nuzzling into your chest, his hand squeezing your hip while the other fists the ground beside him. “Please yawne… I want to cum… the pressure it’s too much.”, “Too much? But it’s just my fingers, Nete… what if I… did this…?” You tease slowly lifting yourself from his thigh, positioning yourself just over his desperately twitching cock to lower yourself just enough to brush your naked and moist folds over his tip.

Neteyam bends his neck, leaning his head back and covering his face with his hand, to which you are quick to grasp onto, “Uh-uh Teyam… let me see your face, you look so cute like this~. Lay back f’me.”. You purr gently pressing the tips of your fingers to the center of his chest, guiding him downward, his stiff cock now laying flat on his stomach. With a low hum you position your hips over him, lowering to slowly glide your lower lips up his erection. His breath hitches, tightly gripping your hips, moving his head from side to side aimlessly, wanting nothing more than to hide his flustered state, but resisted, per your demand, “Ohhph..Yawne… please, fuck.” His voice slithers out choked, your cautious grinding leading for beads of precum to build up at his tip, leaking down to his stomach.

“Use your big boy words, Nete~.” You muse as you stop your grinding, if you could even call it that, seeing as how you were just barely hovering over his shaft, now sitting directly on it, allowing your juices to drip along his ridiculously hard erection, his cock twitching madly against your clit. Gasping for air through his whimpers, Neteyam struggles to find his words, his glossy eyes finally producing tears that flow down his cheeks as you give an experimental roll of your hips, “Eywa… please my yawne, please let me cum, it hurts. Fuck- I don’t.. phew… I don’t think it’s ever been this hard before.”. Neteyam lays his head back staring up blankly into the night sky, a mix of defeat and submission painting his features.

With a gentle smile planting on your lips, compassion washes over you as you watch him hiccup and gasp as his tears continue to dampen his cheeks, a bit of drool peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Eywa he did look so cute and breedable like this, but you had tortured him long enough, “You want to cum, Teyam?” You repeat his request leaning into his ear, to gently kiss at his jawline. He nods frantically, ears pinned to the sides of his head, mumbling a stream of pleads until you softly shush him, capturing his lips with yours for a tender moment. “Be a good boy and stay still for me.” You whisper, shifting your hips until his precum soaked tip, catches on your folds. Then, ever so slowly you push your hips back, allowing his stiffened cock to force entry into your wetness.

Neteyam’s abs flex his hips jerking at the sensitivity, just pushing into you felt entirely overstimulating, but he held on until he bottomed out inside you. “Mmm you really are harder… I can feel the difference.” You purr, sitting up on his lap to begin rolling your hips in a clockwise motion against him. His fingers twitched at their place on your hips, fighting against his own carnal need to force you down and guide your hips himself, knowing exactly what he needed to get off, “Go ahead Neteyam, do what you need to do.” You sigh, granting him permission as your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling of his cock being exactly where it belonged, at home in your tight cunt.

Without a second thought Neteyam raises his hips into you, his grip now exceedingly firm on you as he grinds you down into him, throwing his head back in pure bliss, his hips still sputtering from time to time from the persistent sensitivity of being edged for so long. Moans harmonizing with one another you drift a hand down to your core, rolling your clit beneath your fingertips quickly, biting your lip as it adds to the sensation, “Ahh~, tell me how much you love this pussy, Nete.” You moan, eyes closed tight as you continue to stimulate your clit. Neteyam whines and moans beneath you, now moving your hips hastily back and forth, feeling the pressure in his cock building faster and faster, “Fuck- ohhphhuck I love it. I love- Ahh, ahhh, AH-!” With his voice climbing in volume and pitch, Neteyam finally releases into you, his mouth fallen open with stuttered breaths, eyes rolling to the back of his head- a brief hold- then releasing an exhausted sigh of absolute relief.

A warmth of relaxation flowed through his body as his muscles untensed themselves. The only sounds being his heavy breathing and your soft moans as you continued to toy with your clit. Neteyam felt his mind sway, swimming in the peak of his high, gradually coming back down to Pandora at his own dazed pace. You take in his exhausted form gleefully, now feeling more worked up yourself, letting your fingers repeatedly roll your clit in small circles. Biting your lip, your eyes still staring down at your worn mate, you begin to slowly raise and lower your hips, watching as Neteyam’s brows pinch at the stimulation, “…Yawne?” He whispers in a broken tone, slowly opening his eyes to scan your form and its movements, a confused look on his face, still not being completely mentally present yet.

“Did that feel good, baby?”, he gently nods, "Good… but I didn’t say that I was done.”.

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#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam smut #avatar twow #avatarsmut #neteyam sully smut #neteyam x reader #sub!neteyam #avatar kinktober #kinktober #lunaskinktober2023

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cho-aaacho · 3 months

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—Sunrise Swish

Masterlist

Tags : Love Bites, Biting, Licking, Kissing, French Kissing, Touching, Fingering, Rainy Day, Living Together, Soft Gojo Satoru.

Summary : Satoru always knew how to make you recall every touch under his fingertips, making you moan his name out of intense delight. Each of his kisses carried the sweetness of sugary marshmallows. Isn't it simply charming?

"Raining..."

"Yeah, quite annoying, isn't it? We had plans for a nice picnic today. Unfortunately, we can't control the weather."

Satoru's approaching, his voice blending with the falling raindrops. There is still a romantic connection between you and him, and you can still feel his warmth in the atmosphere.

You gaze into his eyes, azure, your favorite color since you knew him. Although you are trying to find something delightful in him, you are always falling for his eyes. How could it be so attractive in a very dangerous way? It's so unfair.

You are following his gesture carefully, trying to draw him closer, trying to trap him in your universe. A smile curls on his lips as he glides closer.

"I'm not annoyed; I'm just disappointed." You replied.

"Oh, come on... it's not like the world is over. I'm still here, you know."

He studies your features, then shifts his gaze to the table where two cups of hot chocolate sit. With gentle hums, he carefully sits down, draping a thin blanket over your body. He is hinting that he wants to make you comfortable.

Today is your day off, and it should be his too, but as he mentioned earlier, he can't change the weather, and the rain is so heavy outside.

It annoys you because you crave so much quality time with your dear boyfriend, and today is the only opportunity to cherish romantic moments together. His job is always hard, and sometimes you are frustrated when you can't help Satoru.

But seeing Satoru's calmness and tender smile softens your anger, and you hesitate to disrupt his serenity. You don't want to ruin his realm.

A sigh of boredom floats in the air as you let Satoru nestle against your shoulder, wrapping himself in a blue blanket while still humming a sweet romantic song.

Why is he so calm and relaxed?

He's even gentler than usual. Could it be that he's happy because he couldn't go out with you? But... Satoru isn't that bad. You understand him well.

"Looks like someone is happy because he can't go out, huh?"

"Eh?" He moved away from your shoulder and looked at you in surprise. You could see your reflection in his azure eyes, awaiting your sweet reply.

"No. I mean... I'm just trying to be cheerful in front of you; I don't want to let you down!"

"But... still, I'm sad because I can't go out with you, Satoru-kun."

As you expected, Satoru would say something like this. Because he has never said anything negative when it's about you, he always attempts to hide his feelings, and sometimes you can't always see his true colors.

Where is his red? Is he always covered in blue? Maybe... purple? You never knew. Because everything he shows you is always a bright color. The hues are made in heaven.

"Oh... my dear, I'm so sorry."

You grabbed your phone, hoping to lift your spirits by reading some tweets. Perhaps these could help you escape your negative mood. Satoru is still there too.

And then you find something funny between the tweets. A smile curls on your face as you read those tweets because they were so accurate for your situation.

You show your phone to Satoru, making light from the phone caress his pretty face, and carefully add some humor to your voice.

"Hey, take a look at this. Someone had tweeted this. They said, What will you do in the rain with your partner? It sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?"

A giggle escapes Satoru's lips; he strokes his chin, and with a mischievous grin, his gaze falls at you. "Hmm, perhaps... I'd do something like this."

He drew near and embraced your soul, unveiling your shadow in his azure eyes. The way he breathes and the way he is touching his lips on yours are melting you in every way.

He delicately grazed your face, touching your cheeks with his palm and whispering love lines between kisses. You already know who is in charge now.

Satoru.

Warmth wrapped you in its love, creating the sensation of tenderness. His lips feel so different this time. There is a sweetness and gentleness left in them.

With closed eyes, his tongue were already playing their games. Tasting chocolate and the sweetness of marshmallows against your mouth.

You could taste the sugary marshmallow or the sweetness of chocolate mixed in your mouth, sharing a sensual dance between your tongue and his. Dominating, like a romantic dance between lovers.

Your gaze wanders, scanning him, trying to find any clue in his eyes. But no matter how you try, all you can see are his eyes gazing at you. A canvases blue sky.

Satoru, almost in disbelief, but charmed by your expression. A flush of red graces your features, resembling sweet cherry blossoms blushing in the wake of that kiss.

He groaned while playfully nipping at your earlobe. "I know, baby, I know. I'm right here; just breathe."

"It's alright. I'll stop if you're not in the mood." He whispered, and it almost sounded like a love confession to your ears.

but... you just nodded.

He sealed a kiss on your neck, counting every pore on your skin with his textured lips, exploring each contour with a hint of aggression, and teasing every spot of your sweet skin.

Relentless passion.

Sweet bites.

Slow motion.

Sensual licking.

Repeating.

Squeezing.

Foggy eyes.

Deep breathing.

Resonating sigh.

Weak moan.

Crimson cheeks.

Wet lips.

Eyes shut, biting lips. Every move and every bite makes your knees weak. You playfully whined in response, squeezing his biceps, pretending for resistance.

But... Satoru already knows every spot of your vulnerabilities; he knows each spot that could make you moan his name.

With seductive movement, he glided his fingers between your thighs. Exploring your weak spot relentlessly, rubbing your panties in gently. After enjoying the view, he slipped his finger inside your panties eager to feel how aroused you had become.

Satoru delicately slid his finger inside you, making your head arch in response. All of these transform into ecstasy. And. Honestly. It feels so good. You couldn't help but whisper his name.

He moves his finger slowly and gently; he doesn't want you to get hurt or uncomfortable. Until he finds your most sensitive spot, the sweetest area of your being.

"Are you alright?" Satoru inquired, his gaze revealing concern. "You seem to be grappling with something."

"Oh... I'm okay, Satoru-kun. It's just... I can't shake this feeling. I'm afraid if someone catches us making out on the balcony."

"No. They won't," he assured.

Then, a soft breath carried his whispered words to your ear: "I want to mark you as mine."

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen

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xelidonia · 2 years

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Minecraft flower headcanons

Headcanon that the meanings of flowers in Minecraft are different from in this world. Specifically, the meanings are based on the effects of a suspicious stew that the flower forms.

Dandelions and blue orchids are for Saturation. They symbolize calm, contentment, and a general sense of happiness and well-being. Dandelions tend to be seen as spontaneous and light-hearted while blue orchids are for more serious commitment, but both of them are fine gifts to show appreciation for a friend or loved one.

Oxeye daisies are for Regeneration-- literally giving you hearts! They symbolize love, in much the same way that roses do in this world. Together with dandelions and blue orchids, they're the only flowers that only have positive meanings. Whether romantic, platonic, or familial, an oxeye daisy is the most heartfelt way to say "I love you" in Minecraft.

Lilies of the valley are for Poison. They symbolize pain, bitterness, and heartache. Giving one to someone else is like a slap in the face most of the time: a threat, a rejection, a "Go fuck yourself" that turns a whole bouquet negative. On the other hand, wearing a lily of the valley yourself is a symbol of grief and deep mourning, a pain that cuts to the core.

(While few remember this, the "valley" in "lily of the valley" doesn't represent the area where the flower grows. No, it's for The Valley Below, a dark desert of screaming souls that claw at your feet, desperately longing to be spawned again into the world.)

Poppies are for Night Vision. They symbolize watching and being watched. As such, when paired with negative flowers, they can be seen as a threat or "Watch your back"; however, they can also mean "I'm watching out for you" or even "See you tonight."

(While few remember this, the "valley" in "lily of the valley" doesn't represent the area where the flower grows. No, it's for The Valley Below, a place of screaming souls that claw at your feet, desperately longing to be spawned again into the world.)

Cornflowers are for Jump Boost. They symbolize amazement, surprise, or awe -- literally "jumping for joy". People who win tournaments or games are often given a bouquet of cornflowers in celebration. Though this isn't common, when paired with negative flowers, a cornflower can sometimes represent shock or sudden betrayal, a very sarcastic "Congratulations."

Azure bluets are for Blindness. They symbolize secrets, hiddenness, and avoidance-- a "You didn't see anything." With positive flowers, this can symbolize a secret alliance or even forbidden love, but with negative flowers, it's a taunt, calling someone ignorant or oblivious. Often, someone who wishes to trap someone else or play a prank will leave an azure bluet so that the victim will only see it right before the trap goes off.

Wither roses are for Wither. They always symbolize death, hatred, murder, and intent to kill. To give someone wither roses is a serious declaration of war. There is no positive meaning to wither roses: without exception, they are for people you absolutely despise and wish to see suffer a painful death.

Tulips are for Weakness. This is an odd case, as the different colors are often associated with different connotations; however, any tulip can technically represent any of these meanings in the right context. A white tulip is for surrender; giving it to someone else is a demand for surrender, while wearing it yourself is like carrying a white flag. A pink tulip is for codependence and means "You're my weakness!" A red tulip is a taunt, calling someone else pitiful or weak, while an orange tulip is for a non-violent challenge or invitation to compete without fighting.

Alliums are for Fire Resistance. They symbolize resistance, staying strong, and defiance even in the face of overpowering odds -- "You're going through hell, but you'll get through this." They often also represent protection and a wish for someone to stay safe. Whether planted in front of an enemy leader's house for fellow fighters to see, or given to someone who has been fighting a battle of their own, an allium says, "Never, ever, ever give up."

#minecraft headcanons #minecraft flowers #minecraft worldbuilding #minecraft lore #flower meanings #source is I made it the fuck up #tried to incorporate the broadest range of minecraft-typical emotions that I could #in ideal usage you'd use combinations of flowers to indicate complex emotions #'hi I don't know you very well but I'm excited to be your friend'? cornflower + dandelion #'you've made a stupid mistake and now you'll pay with your life'? bluet + lily of the valley + wither rose #'let's meet tonight to discuss our secret resistance plans'? poppy + bluet + allium #several of these are inspired by d/s/m/p #but that's not the focus I swear #the two block flowers don't have meanings under this scheme #I imagine different cultures ascribe different meanings #swearing #swearing in tags

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i dunno if this has been asked before, but i kinda wanted to splurge a little bit.

how and where does azure lion and the other animal celestials play a part in the BEW au? or even TAB AU. my personal idea on it could be that azure uses reader kind of as leverage against wukong, while as in TAB maybe reader is used to cause a rift between the brothers so that azure has an easier time murking wukong.

alright, so. the big bad brotherhood. they mostly just play the part of extra soldiers and sovereigns in wukongs conquests, his own little war council. im gonna go with the idea that the betrayal hasn't happened, since wukong doesn't get recruited by heaven in the base versions of these aus

(ive said before that, at least in bad end, the brotherhood wouldn't bother with reader too much. buuuut i don't think i specified what they're like in TAB and their reaction to their comrades marrying reader.)

peng (the bitch) doesn't much care for reader. they wonder why the all-powerful wukong is bothering with a human. they likely make a snide comment or two when wukong first introduces her to them at a meeting, which wukong (and macaque) immediately shut down with threats of violence. mac especially doesn't tolerate peng being an ass to his wife; his hatred for the winged menace is potent. luckily the bird demon is catty, not stupid; and surprisingly, they learn to keep their beak shut about their leader's wife. this leads to them largely ignoring her. reader doesn't like them much either, but tries to be polite.

yellowtusk feels pity for reader. he knows she didn't exactly become queen of flower fruit mountain willingly, and believes that she would be happier with other humans. but he's not called "wise" for nothing; he won't be lifting a finger to help her. even as strong as he is, he knows he stands no chance against the two simian warlords. regardless, he's polite to reader and will speak with her about the various topics that she's read about. he's a surprisingly good conversationalist.

demon bull king is ambivalent towards reader. he knows what it's like to want someone outside your station, so he doesn't say anything negative to wukong about it. he'll speak to reader if she speaks to him, and is overall polite (seeing as she is technically a queen and he has a lot of respect for wukong), if not very gruff when doing so.

azure lion is the only one who would be actively kind to reader, the only one who would speak with her like a true equal. despite his status as a once-celestial soldier, demonic sovereign, and a general of the infamous monkey kings' demon army...he still has a soft spot for mortal civilians. if a platoon of the monkey king's army is passing through, one would hope that he's leading it. less innocent blood is spilt when the lion general is at the helm.

its because of this that he was concerned when wukong introduced reader to him. what was a human doing on flower fruit mountain? she's married to the monkey king? she seemed...very uncomfortable in the presence of her husband. the lion demon knows that she was likely frightened by the two monkey warlords' use of "demonic courting tactics" and introduced himself gently. the fact that she responded to him (considering his size and appearance) without too much hesitancy, was able to bow politely and look him in the eyes despite all she'd likely been through at the hands of his brothers–he couldn't help but admire her bravery.

azure is aware that his sworn simian brothers are unconventional in many aspects of their life, so the fact that the two of them would marry a human (the same human, no less) isn't too surprising. the two are of one mind, and azure has made a tentative peace with the ruthless way his brothers conduct their business.

...but he can't help but feel sympathy for reader. she didn't choose this life for herself, though he can see the lingering affection she has for wukong and macaque. and once he gets to know her (an occasional talk outside the council room while the warlords are busy discussing strategy, a close seating at a banquet, or during a party on the mountain), azure begins to understand why they chose this woman. a fondness grows in his heart for the quiet human who is kind to him despite knowing what he's done.

he won't say it aloud, but...had it been him who'd been found and tended to by reader, azure couldn't be sure he wouldn't have made the same choice as his brothers.

#twice as bad au #bad end wukong #lion's den au

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