#uh. other commentary on this. i actually don't know where this is set

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

we need more vivi hurt/comfort in this fandom. #25 prompt (“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”) from Artie to Vi if you're up for it? 💛🩵

(hurt/comfort dialogue prompts)

(oof god i'm rusty with these characters. let's get into it)

"I'm fine," she says, for what feels like the millionth time.

"Bullshit," is Arthur's response. "I'm down an arm, Vi, not my fucking eyes. And ho- honestly, I wouldn't- wouldn't even need th-those to tell right now." A hand lands on her shoulder, pushing her down further into the chair for emphasis. "One more try. I'm gonna ask you how you are, and it'd be nice if you c-could answer me honestly."

She shoves him off and stands up, already stalking away, ignoring the shooting pain all up through her side when she does. "God, fuck you. Fuck off. This is so stupid. I don't need,"

And then her vision whites out.

---

She blinks herself fuzzily awake into a world much softer than the one she was just in. She's in bed, she registers, or at least a pile of blankets. The pain is gone, but it also feels like everything else isn't quite online, either. There's a vague clicking noise from somewhere to her right.

"...you hovering all the time," she finishes her thought, although it comes out too mumbly to really deliver.

"j'you say sa- s-something?" The clicking noise stops, and an Arthur appears in her field of view. He looks worried. So, like normal.

"Yeah, uh, what? Why am I in bed?"

Now he just looks exasperated, throwing his hand up in annoyance, which is an improvement at least. "You passed out, stupid! And th-th-then when I freak out, out about it you're all like oh no never mind it's whatever fr- from the fucking floor. 'Why am I in bed.' Dumbass."

She only vaguely remembers that, not that she's going to admit it. Well, okay, question answered. She tries to get up, and Arthur immediately shoves her back into the pillow.

"Hey," she protests.

He makes his usual staccato ch-ch-ch disapproval noise, which she usually thinks is cute when it isn't directed at her. "Nope. I j-just got done bandaging you up, you are not getting up. You, you are st-staying right here."

She tries to wrestle him off, but he's annoyingly persistent and her angle's all off. "Okay, I'm patched up! So it's fine! Let me out!"

Whup, and her hand is flat against the bed, and Arthur's hanging out of his chair to get his arm over her chest and pin her down. "No."

Probably she could flip him. Maybe. He'd hit the wall behind her but not, like, hard. She thinks about it. It's really hard to lift even the non-pinned arm. Maybe she couldn't.

"Stop being stupid," she tells him instead, sounding normal and not at all desperate. "This is nothing."

"It is- v-very much- not nothing."

"This can't be enough to stop me. It isn't! I'm better than this!"

"Get up, th-then!" he challenges.

"I'm not a fucking tranq'd animal!"

He yells wordlessly at her, she shouts back, until they're both panting.

She shoves him again, no real force behind it this time. This is such a waste of fucking time, when he damn well knows they never have enough of it. "I need to get up. You need me out there, you know that."

"Go to hell."

Now tears are welling in her eyes. She's screaming at herself, internally, but for some stupid reason it's not translating into more strength. "We're wasting time, here. I'm ready to go, I can move, I can work. Let me up."

He flops over, into a less aggressive pin, but not actually a less effective one. Their faces are almost touching, which was maybe the idea. "One more try," he says, again.

His damn stubbornness is another thing that she likes more when it isn't being used on her. This is not a fight she is going to win.

"If I fall asleep," she says reluctantly, "and you're not there when I wake up, I'm going to fucking kill you."

That gets a laugh out of him. "M'not going anywhere, Vi."

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #answrs #swift writes #ask game #mystery skulls animated #oops. i'm using that tag i guess #uh. is this how i normally characterize these guys? i don't remember. this is how i write them now anyway! #lewis is their balancing force that keeps less than 50% of their dialogue from being variations on ''fuck you'' #which is also very fun coming from pla where everyone is sooo polite and formal all the time. and these two are. Not That. #uh. other commentary on this. i actually don't know where this is set #it could be just a swap scenario where vivi's the one with the memories but idk. i feel like it's somethin else. smthn less canon adjacent #ALSO vivi and arthur are both such like. ''please let me die for you'' level devoted to their friends. tho they express it v differently #and vivi's like. she's gotta be the strongest and bravest and most powerful because if ANYTHING HURTS THEM SHE WILL FULLY SNAP #...and then obviously implicitly here Something Happened to lewis. which exacerbated the problem #meanwhile arthur is like. no fighting. it's not the time for fighting now is the time to sit down and let me fix you. tell me what you need #-and i'll fucking rearrange reality to get it. #and then they scream at each other about it! normal friends who are normal.

[bomberqueen17]

tone indicators

I reblogged this post without adding any commentary bc queue and not a lot of computer time lately but like okay here's the thing about tone indicators:

they're yet another in-group set of coded speech. like an inside joke, or a meme, or a conlang. if you are in a group that uses them, they're great and perfectly comprehensible.

but if you don't happen to have come from inside a group that uses them, they are exactly as exclusionary as any other heavy jargon or inside joke or acronym. I mean have you ever listened to soldiers talk? The US Army communicates in heavily jargon-ified speech, liberally laden with acronyms, so much so that it's a self-referential joke to make up obscene or deliberately-obfuscated ones to slip into official reports since the sorts of people who'd kick up a fuss about obscene language won't understand them.

It is exactly the same thing. Except that's exclusionary on purpose, and tone indicators are exclusionary in effect but tout themselves as inclusionary.

So if I, an outsider to this, am reading along, and after a sentence, there's a / and then between one and three letters, that is not enough information for me to use to look it up.

This is absolutely inaccessible if you are not alreadhy in the group that uses it.

I wouldn't mind if the people who used them were just like 'oh ha sorry jargon, i'll try to explain if it's not clear, sorry i forget you guys don't know them' just like any other inside joke or meme or whatever.

But I was in a discussion with someone on a Discord and when I was puzzled about them including these weird slash-acronyms after their statements they were like oh how nice for you that you're not neurodivergent and don't need to use these.

Uh no. The opposite actually. I'm the kind of neurodivergent that needs context. I handle being excluded from conversations very poorly. And that's where I get pissed off, that people seem to be holding these up as the new be-all end-all of Finally Solving The Problem Of Ambiguous Tones In Social Interaction. The hell you are, kids. They're just another layer, and I'd say the worst one yet, out of many many many attempts to solve this exact problem. They are fundamentally inaccessible. Don't mistake the fact that you learned them (somewhere, in some context inaccessible to me) for them actually being universal.

Considered against the many different solutions that have been offered since text-only speech was invented, tone indicators stack up as among the very least-accessible of the lot, since they contain so little context in and of themselves-- if a key is not provided then they're totally inaccessible, and are exceptionally difficult for non-native English speakers, and in general require so much memorization or cross-referencing as to be prohibitively hostile to outsiders.

And that's fine, if what your'e doing is just meant for talking to your friends. But don't come into my conversations and berate me for not having memorized whatever incomprehensible set of acronyms you've newly-decided are the new universal truth. And what drives me the most insane is how many of these acronyms someone has now decided to assign a whole new meaning to are acronyms that are well-known and already existed and are in heavy use. So if you try to look them up guess what you get! is it gonna be the newly-created version or the one that's been in use for fifty to seventy-five years??

For one, P.O.S. has had a specific meaning in written and spoken English for a really damn long time and if you call me a piece of shit in the actual language I speak I am absolutely not going to interpret your conlang as having intended something nice. (YES REALLY THEY'RE USING THAT ONE TRY TO GUESS WHAT IT MEANS. NO. NO! I know. Fuck! That's wild. Absolutely the fuck not.)

#tone indicators #accessibility #conlangs #wild shit

[callipraxia]

An Irregular Interlude

I wanted to make some, like, vaguely intelligent-sounding further commentary on the bits of the Hirsch interview that I found especially interesting today...but my brain is completely fried after work and I can't do word stuff all that well. Certainly not up to the standard I'd like, anyway. So instead, you're going to, if so inclined, get to see the interview-inspired scenes from Weirdmageddon: The Musical! that my brain spontaneously produced while I was trying to come up with actual commentary....

"He’s like- he’s like [handwave] “Ford’s gonna- Ford’s gonna be back. Ohh, [air quotes] we had such a big fight, Ford’s sooo mad at me,” oh, you know, “our will-they-won’t-they-take-over-the-universe relationship, like, he’s gonna- he’s gonna march off in a huff, and he’ll be back, ‘cause we’re- is Ford gonna find anyone else in the multiverse that strokes his ego as well as me?” Is there anybody else in the universe that’s gonna make Ford feel as important as Bill? No, of course not, Ford needs validation, and so Bill knows Ford’s gonna be back eventually. 

This quote set me on a loopy train of thought that I found amusing in a warped way, and it only makes sense if, for whatever reason, you're familiar with a piece of musical theater about a pair of historical murderers, but...if you do, by some chance, know of the song "Everybody Wants Richard” from Stephen Dolginoff’s Thrill Me, it...probably isn't hard to see how I read the above interview quote and instead of intelligent thoughts, I instead promptly pictured Bill singing some weird parody version called "Everybody Wants Stanford." For those unfamiliar with it, here's some actual lyrics from the original song:

"Tell me, who can you have conversations with - share your twisted observations with? Who else has a roughly similar view, if not me? You've played around with lots of losers who ended up as cheats and users, but who's been on the sidelines waiting for you, if not me?

Oh, I've come to find, everybody wants Richard, but they don't know your mind the way that I do. I see straight through anyone who needs Richard, they make me sick, they're good for just a kick, they won't stick the way that I do!

When you cut off all our contact, how it hurt! But I know you like to make me feel like dirt. But now you're back, and you know I'm beside you, your oldest, closest friend...

*skip a bunch to the end of the song*

"The others are wrong, they don't have a clue, or know the real you. Yes, everybody wants Richard - but not the way that I do! Admit that you've missed me, too!"

Now just imagine Bill's grating voice singing that, and with the camera cutting to a captive Stan and Fiddleford at "lots of losers," possibly with Bill attempting to literally kick one of them after declaring they make him sick. Also possibly with Ford objecting that "uh - that's what you like to do to me - " at the bit about "I know you like to make me feel like dirt," while Bill just blatantly ignores him in favor of continuing to attempt to manipulate him in rhyme. Where the original singer merely comes off as desperate when he complains that "they won't stick the way that I do," though, that becomes a borderline threat when you imagine it's Bill saying it, and then whole thing falls apart and the original lines stop making any sense in this context when the titular Richard, who thinks he is the Bill in his messed up relationship, anyway, replies to that last line I quoted in the italicized portion:

"I've only missed the worship."

...Yeah, very Bill-like line, that one. Not sure anyone else in the show could really pull that one off. Makes no sense for Ford to reply to...literally anything Bill could say that I can think of with that one, at least unless we're in an AU where Bill had at one point in the past given him power, anyway. But now, if you were, say, really tired, and start turning different stanzas into some kind of weird song battle (a bit like Epic Rap Battles of History, but with song parodies instead of raps) for Ford's loyalties in the Fearamid between Bill and Fiddleford, though....this time I did situation-ify the lyrics, so forgive me where the rhymes don't quite work:

*bridge music plays, then the camera cuts to Fiddleford:*

" - yeeer, when y'threw me out the lab, that did hurt! But I know you likes t'make me feel like dirt." *Ford looks like he wants to object to that line again, but then thinks the better of it and just intently stares at his shoes* “But now you're back! and you know I'm beside you, your oldest, closest friend - who's sick of being lied to!

Tell me, who's 'is demon that was your priority? I've got word on good authority! How can you assume - " *spits tobacco contemptuously in Bill's direction* - "that thingummajiggy's worthy of...bein' friends with you? It ain't me! As fer secrets - you've got plenty others -" *glances sideways at Stan, who looks deeply unamused* " - I hadn't prev'losly known that you even had no brothers - but who else ever tried so hard to please you? Only me! Oh, dag blast! everybody wants Stanford, but they don't know your past the way that I do...

...and God knows why I think you're so appealing, or why you had to be so double-crossing, double-dealing! But...it's been so long - not sure why I’m sayin’ this inna song - but point is, that pointy idjit is wrong, he ain't gotta clue, I know the real you...

*camera cuts to Stan, apparently under the impression he might contribute a verse. Stan starts speaking normally instead, completely deadpan:*

"...yep, you're on your own, bro, this is freaking weird, I'm out, I have and I want absolutely nothing to do with this - "

*Stan is seized by whatever force has somehow made this mess into really bad musical theater in the murky corridors of Calli's sleep-deprived brain, only he's getting his lyrics from a completely different song, one originally sung by Iago from the Aladdin trilogy:*

" - I've had it! I hate to be dramatic, but it's time for me to fly the coop! Terrific! Fine! I'm drawing the line, before I end up looking like a dupe! I was a fool to bring you onto this show - now I'm cutting ya loose, pal, have fun with these bozos!" *jerks thumb in the direction of Fiddleford and Bill, who both look indignant.* "Hasta la vista, c'est la vie, hope all goes well! I'm looking out for me..."

...I really, really, really need some sleep.

#gravity falls #gravity falls characters #stanford pines #bill cipher #stan pines #fiddleford mcgucket #song parody #things that should not exist #i should go to bed

[thatgirlfluxwoman]

your bio says you like Wednesday

wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history but the most maddeningly trite, disturbingly vapid, and internally confused ideological train wreck I've ever had the deeply sorrowful displeasure of allowing to pass through my corneas may god have mercy on burton or whoever else was responsible while someone slapped his brand name on it, and on all of us who are fated to live in a world where something so culturally, socially, politically, and artistically noxious as this Mary-sue-lead, transparently TikTok-targeted, phone-worshipping, vaguely bigoted, backfired virtue-signaling, fake leftist capitalist "my immortal"-esque fanfic earns a second season through what I can only be explained as manufactured consent. something must be done about Netflix's Wednesday. This thing is a condescending insult, especially to young people, the socially conscious, and members of marginalized and "'"outcast"'" groups (LiKe GoThS & ppL who CAN cONTroL BEEEEES) who genuinely suffer from what this thing hollowly masturbates to while looking us dead in the eyes and saying "yeah, you like that, don't you?" It is a Gatling gun of random buzzwords and empty references to social issues, grotesquely and impotently disguised and screaming "I'm commentary!" before pissing its pants, squealing like a pig, and at its most coherent offering nothing more than to demonize mental illness and make any marginalized identity out to be a mavonnaise-stained Hot Topic hoodie through Wiseau-ian dialogue, inappropriate "grittiness" for its source material and Harry Potter setting, and incessant hackery. I am shitting. I am pissing. I am standing over a warm bubble bath cradling a toaster and sobbing, chanting g-d's secret name and praying that there is indeed a hell so I can be eternally punished for having given this moral abomination one fraction of a fraction of a cent also it's not a good Addams family adaptation anyway let me know your thoughts in the poll below

/ref

What. My guys I just liked the show- Uhhh...good for you ya don't like it? Not sure why you complaining to me... Uh...Ok. It's not a show everyones gonna like. I just liked it... It was too long to read. I'm not trying to be rude. Sorry. It's just uh....Why? I get it. Wednesday wasn' ass good as all the other addams family. But I personally enjoyed it. I don't realy into like...movie critic things. I just watch a show and see if I like it. Are you this to every Wednesday enjoyer? Well uh... they got something interesting in their inbox

Crazy part is: I'm not even in the fandom anymore. I just...I liked it. I actually. If ya look through my posts I'm uh...I'm a roleplayer. I roleplay in the TADC (amazing digital circus) Fandom. Most of my posts are...unrelated to Wednesday. So nothing to worry aboout? Good you got your own opinions. People can have opinions. I respect that. And I respect people don't like the show. That's totally fine. The only question is: What does a underaged teenager have to do with this? I'm like...13 my guy. WHAT?? I just hyperfixate on things...It's normal for me...I'm getting diognosed for ADHD soon... I just had a hyperfixation on it a while back...

#most confusing ask I have ever gotten. #ok #Glad you don't like it #I uh....don't really care for the matter...sorry dude

[copperbadge]

hey sam! i was just ruminating that it's a fantastic time for authors to do dvd commentaries, and other 'ask the author' memes. it's additional material and feedback all in one package! (after we explain what a dvd extra is)

I suppose I'm of two minds about it. My immediate thought was that authors have always done Q&As, but it's true that they used to be less accessible both to readers and to the authors if they weren't big names, because they required travel (and in the reader's case, knowing the author would be traveling, plus having to go out to wherever they were doing the reading). Authors still do book tours and signings for that kind of purpose, but being able to do that kind of thing online as well now makes it easier and cheaper. Although I wonder whether there's less sense of connection because it's not face-to-face. But yeah, I would imagine it's pretty great for gauging what the overall readership is interested in. Certainly in dialogue with readers when I put my books up for review, I always learn a lot.

The idea of a DVD commentary is kind of interesting because I was like "How would that work with a book, though?" and I guess you could annotate an ebook -- like, offer a version with little widgets where if you clicked them you'd get the author adding notes about the book. I've never been a fan of actual DVD commentaries -- I don't like filmed interviews because they take so fucking long to actually say anything, and with a DVD commentary you've now got the addition of "talking over the story". But I could see how if you loved a book you might like having a version where you've got extra notes.

I struggle with the idea of "additional material" somewhat. I suppose that's ironic given how much I discuss outside-of-book on this blog, but that's just....I don't know, it's answering questions, it's not like "building the canon outside of the canon", and if I think something is good enough, it always goes into the books. The whole "They speak English with a Welsh accent" thing was amusing, but then I was like "Yeah let's actually put that in the text, why should it live on Tumblr alone?"

There's so much media now where it feels like if you aren't spending every waking moment interacting with every aspect of it, you just don't get to...be a fan, in an active sense. There are podcasts I follow where if you want to do anything other than listen to the episodes, even if you just want to attend a live show or buy merchandise, you have to dedicate significant time weekly to following them on all the social media and actively read their Patreon. And I just can't. I really like that creators can put that kind of thing out there, I think overall that's to the good, but it feels like something I'm blocked from participating in.

So, I keep all my shit here. I've had it suggested that I'd benefit as a writer from having a newsletter, which I actually agree with, and it seems like it could be entertaining to do. But I get caught up in this dichotomy of "Well, won't people be mad that they have to go subscribe to this thing instead of just reading my tumblr?" and/or "Won't subscribers be aware they can just find all this on my tumblr?" and I get real in my head about it. Because I'd struggle with having to go two separate places for stuff like that.

Uh, to circle back to your actual ask, however, because all that was just like...IDK, weird anxiety digression, I do think it's a great era for extra-canonical material, and while it does mean creators have to be much better at boundary-setting than they used to be, I like that they can adjust their level of interaction as they see fit.

Oh and uh. It's felt awkward to actually talk about it, but if you guys do want more material I do have a sideblog, @shivadh, which is where I stash everything I want to make note of for the books -- research, imagery, stuff I've talked about here that hasn't got a place to go in googledocs yet, that kind of thing. It's not extra material per se, it's just me shoving shit into a filing cabinet, and I don't do image IDs like I do here because it's more for me, plus I do delete posts once I've made use of them. But folks are welcome to follow if they want to.

#writing #books #selfpublishing #indy publishing #rpfreiwaphase

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 7 Pt. 1

I am slowly but surely catching up! More stream of consciousness thoughts below! This one is a doozy... I almost couldn't verbalize my thoughts clearly; I just had so many.

[All images are from Trigun Maximum Vol. 7.]

[ID: A set of five panels in a row, each a close up of a different face of a crew member. They all look pensive. The panel below is of a nondescript part of the ship's ceiling. The dialogue reads "A great scientific discovery... huh..." End ID.]

...seems like this is not the first time you people have come across a "great scientific discovery"...

Yikes. Rem's trying so hard to keep the twins a secret but her eyes in that scene... she does not trust these people. And I'm pretty sure I know why.

Hjhfdjhf Knives is a little troublemaker. He's so cute.

Interesting that it's Vash who sees Conrad first.

Knives is so happy to be accepted he just started crying... augh...

I do find the way Conrad talks to them is kind of interesting though. Idk, saying "Let's move forward together" isn't really something I'd say to a couple of young kids... it's just that I still think Conrad sees them as a new sentient form of life before just being children, you know? But at least he's being nice to them.

"We can work through a few little differences. If we just talk to each other, we can come to understand one another. Because there's no difference between human hearts and ours." <- Oof. He was so optimistic. I'm paying special attention to the words "we can work through "little" differences" and ""no" difference between them".

...the apparition of the girl there, who I'm going to assume is Tesla, is eerily similar to the strange apparition Vash saw of Conrad being killed in the previous volume. Is it an intentional thing that Knives did? If that's the case, it implies Tesla is intentionally trying to show them something... which uh...

...the flower is fresh. That means Rem is changing it and checking on it. It's kind of a miracle these two didn't follow her into this wing beforehand if she keeps disappearing to do this.

Vash is the first to catch on that something is weird about all this. Or, well, I don't think that's quite true. Knives also seems to know something is up but his face makes me think he doesn't want to admit it.

[ID: Vash squishes in next to Knives, trying to see the screen, saying "Who?! Why?! What does it mean?!" Knives has a cartoonishly annoyed expression as his hands ready to press on the keyboard, and says "I don't know! Quit pushing, Vash!" End ID.]

Ah... siblings... :')

Oh what the fuck. This is so much worse.

Literally what the fuck. And what makes it so horrible is you can tell these people were so excited by their new discovery that they weren't even listening. We don't actually see any of Tesla's perspective but there is a small panel where she's crying. The "question of ethics" is given a single sentence, like it wasn't even contemplated. These weren't "villains", they were ordinary people. And that is even more terrifying - because all of us would love to believe that the line between good and bad is a firmly drawn thing.

Ah... so this was the inspiration for Vash not eating in Stampede... :/

Rem's perseverance is going to make me cry

Ah... never bring a knife or sharp object around someone who is suicidal...

HOLY FUCK REM. Oh my god. Certified mom moment fr.

Hey. Do you ever think how this is probably the first time Vash has seen real blood (excepting the possibility of maybe some scrapes or bruises but I'm talking actual bleeding). Anyways I just. It clearly triggered thoughts of Tesla and that fear, that trapped feeling, that "lash out before she hurts me" took over, and that upwelling of momentary relief because he's safe only for him to look down and it's Rem's blood, not his, and it's his hands, not hers, holding the weapon and I just ahgjuhbfgsjbhgjbadahhhhhh

I don't even know what to say. I have no insightful commentary I just... Vash clearly got her to the medical area. Eating his food where she can see. Clearly still wary, deeply shaken, gauging for a reaction from her. And she just smiles at him. Augh.

Sorry, is this a Night on the Galactic Railroad reference??? AS IF THIS WASN'T PAINFUL ENOUGH.

*sounds of crying*

*SOUNDS OF CRYING INTENSIFY*

[ID: First image is of young Vash, with closed eyes, a faint grin and a sweat drop, saying "I don't fully understand though. I've never even seen a train." Second image is of a very cartoony Rem and Vash, Rem at first glaring then grimacing as she says "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" and Vash shocked with sweat drops. End ID.]

The sillies... ok but this is so sweet and tells us a lot about Vash and Rem's dynamic, for all that we only see particular scenes of it - and in spite of everything, it's a good one. Everything that's happened over the past while has been incredibly emotionally charged, and there's definitely no going back to how it was - but Rem is telling him her honest feelings, holding nothing back at this point, and Vash not only clearly listened (you can see the light come back into his eyes... augh), but he is the one who takes the step to break the tension and be a little silly (which I'm going to take a wild guess and say that's something he did before), and Rem sees it for what it is - it's not alright, and it hasn't been resolved (god, could something like this ever?) but she will never give up on him (on either of them) and he doesn't want their relationship to be tense and fraught with conflict. Anyways, that takes a deep level of love and understanding on both sides. I adore them. I adore complicated yet loving parent-child relationships.

...Knives doesn't remember??? WHAT

Sorry, Conrad opposed the experiments??? And the fact that apparently they caused an "uproar" and it was still only given one brief mention in the official report. Ugh.

Knives' breakdown and eventual decision to cause the Big Fall is so so well done. Augh this poor kid...

"I made a completely rational decision" <- me when I lie

"You need to look at the larger picture" <- I think I can finally get around to writing about Knives' trauma now. Oh yeah. It's all comin' together.

Oh this is so weird that the flashback appears to be different... because first we see Knives saying the Plant ships will survive, but now apparently several were "sacrificed". Knives kicks Vash when he accuses him of not "being" human but now it's because he accuses him of "being afraid" of humans. I'm. Confused. Is this the difference between what the brothers remember...? Is it just an extended scene?

"This is not fear. This is anger." <- ME WHEN I LIE

BRO HE ABSORBED HER? WHAT. (Also these panels are so fucking cool. I would include them here but it would literally just be three continuous pages.)

[ID: Wolfwood has flicked a rubber band at Vash. It hits him in the face. His head moves to one side from the impact but his expression doesn't change. End ID.]

We now interrupt your regularly scheduled doom, trauma and destruction for Wolfwood certified annoying older brother comedy relief moment.

There's something about Wolfwood being the one to break up a potential shootout by playing up Vash's reputation (as Vash himself did in the first volume of Trimax) before a single person can get hurt... but it comes at the expense of continuing to damage Vash emotionally... as I suppose his brand of pacifism always kind of does huh?

[ID: Vash smiles broadly with closed eyes. It is clearly forced. Wolfwood watches from the entrance, leaning against the Punisher. End ID.]

Ow. Just ow.

I have so many emotions from this scene. I don't even know what to say I feel like I've been pulled in about ten different directions by my heart strings. I will say the lines about taking solace in forgetting your past and that people will one day forget you is in stark contrast to Vash's insistence on remembering...

"Wolfwood, you are really my guide, right?" <- I am experiencing shrimp emotions

Knives knocking out the communications network... that's a good move. Also kind of symbolic lol

"before the end" ugh it really does sound like Vash expects to not make it out of this... but well. there's like... 7 more volumes. so.

Wolfwood: *experiences a viscerally horrifying vision involving him getting impaled and then literally ripped apart* Also Wolfwood: "I'm not gonna say anything I don't want to burden him" (for the love of... talk to each other you two!!! you're stronger together!!!!! we've established this!)

He noticed anyways... and then Wolfwood tried to follow him aghhh

...so Wolfwood didn't kill that man... and somehow that guy's the one who transmitted that weird vision??? ("How did it feel to die" <- either terrible old man transmitted it himself or he knows how it was done.)

Elendira is fascinating. I don't know what she wants really. I don't think she wants to die, but... idk. It seems like she wants to choose how she goes out? That dying along with the whole world in an instant is preferable to... idk what the alternative is. Anyways. She's cool.

[ID: Knives is leaning against a pillar, sleeping. He is partially draped in what looks like cloth, but it likely an extension of his powers. The limbs, face, and single wing of a dependent Plant can be seen blended in with the folds. End ID.]

Knives finally gets some sleep! ...Do you think absorbing his sister, and her proximity, eased his loneliness enough that he felt safe enough to rest? Rip to her though, she doesn't look too pleased about this.

"finest human specimens" Holy fuck Knives. Do you even understand how you sound. By your own admittance, you sent them in knowing they would fail and die.

The whole "no human could've killed you anyways we're so much stronger and can't coexist" to "when they crush an ant, they don't even notice" -> so which are you? The foot or the ant? He's tried to frame them as both on multiple occasions... or maybe the dependent Plants as "ants" and him and Vash as a foot above the trampling feet... or something. Idk.

Pov: your brother has mutated his own body by clearly absorbing one of your sisters, tells you you're dying with no lead up whatsoever, and then just straight up attacks you. (sorry, sorry. Knives is a little funny to me in a... dark comedy kind of way)

OUGH... it's the lines from Stampede... except it's Vash trying so hard to appeal to Knives... "there's another way"... D':

[ID: Cartoony drawings of Elendira and Wolfwood. Wolfwood asks "What exactly were ya plannin' to do anyway?" and Elendira, sweat dropping, says "Well..." End ID.]

Love that Elendira latches onto the first decently sane person she finds and immediately starts chatting away to him. Didn't know I needed this dynamic. hhdjfbhsdjf

WHAT. KNIVES THAT IS NOT THE SOLUTION. "I can't make you see things my way so I'll just absorb you" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

...Legato just saved Knives... and him knowing Knives was in danger was the whole reason he was so frantic... in a twisted way, that's... almost sweet...?

I wonder why Vash's gate is so overly powerful compared to Knives'... I have a theory but I'll need to think on it a bit.

I can't believe Knives just left Vash at Legato's mercy... bro wasn't Legato's whole "I want to murder your brother" thing the whole reason you literally crumpled him like a soda can???

...Well. This seems to be going great. I'm going to be doing a quick write-up on Plant anatomy and powers, as well as finally digging into Knives' trauma so if anyone is interested, stay tuned for that! Might take me a little bit though... things have been pretty hectic unfortunately and I'm uh... not in the greatest of moods. But I'm really excited to write them and to catch up! :D

#trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #storyrambles

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Six}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~3.8k CW: anxiety, swearing, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit ©️

"Alright! Here we are!" Solomon grinned, holding the large door for the others to walk through. "The fifth level of the reaper's cave!"

"What are ya, some kinda gameshow host? Why're ya so excited, man?" Mammon rolled his eyes.

The group walked cautiously across a rickety rope bridge that lay above a monstrous cavern. On the other side, a large stone arch lead to a ballroom-sized room filled with candles. Within the room, hundreds of pillars and tables also sat lined with candles, and some even littered the floor. More archways that lead to other rooms, presumably filled with more candles, created a seemingly never-ending maze.

"Look at all those fuckin' candles!" Fern gaped, turning in circles to look at the billions of candles that lined the walls.

"It's sorta eerie..." Sarah shuddered, the cool air in the cave wisping her hair around.

"Are there any rules to follow in here?" Beel asked nervously, fidgeting with the end of Storm's sleeve.

"Nope! Not to worry, on level 5, there are no rules!" Solomon chuckled. "Oh, but one thing- make sure you don't accidentally touch any of the candles in here."

"Uh..." Storm gulped, shifting closer to Beel's side to avoid bumping a table full of candles. "Why..?"

"Because you might end up cutting someone's life short if you do, and that wouldn't be good!" Solomon noted, the same smile still plastered onto his face.

"Solomon, dear...I'd say you're enjoying this a bit too much." Asmo sighed, giving Heart an uneasy glance.

"How do we know who's candle is who's?" Storm asked, feeling nervous about trying to find a set of 7 candles amongst all of the others in the chamber.

"It doesn't look like it, but there's actually an immaculate organization system that the reapers have here!" He grinned beckoning them to follow. "The brother's candles are quite old, so they will be in one of the deeper rooms."

Heart nodded along with Solomon's commentary, noticing the mixture of colors around the room, curious to what they all meant.

Their will probably be bunched together, and a family name will likely be labeling them....like this one here!" Solomon pointed to a table, where a few pillars with the name "Mertens" carved onto them sat. "Though it's not always consistent, given that some are grouped by association rather than family name, so not all of them are labeled."

"What is UP with this place, huh? It's super creepy in here..." Mammon swallowed hard, clutching Storm's pant leg tightly. He halted right in the archway, pulling her back slightly. "I-I'm not goin' any farther...not another step for Mammon!"

"Chicken." Satan mocked, rolling his eyes.

"H-hey! I ain't no chicken!"

"BAAAWWWK!" Fern screeched. "BAWK-BAWK-BAAWWWK!"

"Oh yes you are." Satan laughed, finding Fern's chicken impression- fake movements and all- to be quite amusing.

"Seriously, you're so scared you look about ready to piss yourself!" Vivi snickered, also finding the mocking of the second oldest to be quite enjoyable.

"Scared? haha...no! As if!" Mammon laughed nervously, his grip on Storm's leg faltering as she stepped closer to the large wall of candles. His eyes widened in panic as he tried to find someone else to hide behind, but everyone else had already followed Storm into the maze.

"Okay then, you can wait here...alone." Belphie shrugged, tailing behind the others into the large room. As he disappeared, he called out behind him. "You never know what might pop up out of the darkness and try to eat you!"

"Have fun hanging out with the ghosts, Mammon!" Fern cackled from the doorway, ending the statement with an "ooOOOoooo!"

Mammon whipped around, glancing back at the bridge they had just walked across. it swayed lightly in the cave breeze, causing the wood to creak. The sound of dripping stalactities and a distant howling in the depths below only added to the spooky atmosphere. He began to shake, now regretting his choice of staying behind. He screamed, running full-speed into Lucifer's calves. "Noo! Please don't leave me!"

"Five minutes...Would it kill you to shut your mouths....FOR FIVE MINUTES?!" Lucifer roared, causing Mammon to yelp in fear and scramble to hide behind Sarah and Heart. Lucifer gripped his forehead tightly, groaning at the throbbing ache. It seemed to worsen the deeper they went into the cave. Even the worsening migraines he had been having lately didn't compare to the one he was having now. Nausea rippled through his body as he fought to stay upright, choosing to stay close to Storm and Beelzebub for support if he were to misstep.

"I'm worried about Lucifer." Beel murmured into Storm's ear as they walked. "I know it doesn't take much to piss him off usually...but he seems really on edge- much more than usual."

Storm nodded, her eyes showing great uncertainty. "I'm worried too."

"I can hear you talking about me, you know." Lucifer sighed. "You don't have to strain your attention for my sake. Focus on the task at hand, and ensure my brothers stay in line."

Storm glanced at him uneasily. "Okay, fine...but when we get home, I'm gonna make sure you rest."

Lucifer scoffed, turning away. Though, his heart felt a bit lighter as he thought about the impending doting he would receive from Storm.

They walked through the winding rooms for what felt like an hour, trying to catch a glimpse of the clues Solomon was talking about. It was taking a lot longer than They had hoped to find the candles, causing anxiety to rise amongst the group. If they didn't find the candles in time, and something happened to Beelzebub, then this entire endeavor would have been for nothing, and the reaper's wrath would likely come down on all of them.

Suddenly, Belphie's voice from the corner of the 12th room echoed out in relief. "There they are! I found our candles!"

The group quickly scrambled toward where Belphie stood, bouncing and pointing toward a table a few feet away.

"Wow, they're beautiful..." Heart squatted in front of the table, seeming mesmerized by the way the candles seemed to sparkle.

"They look almost like jewels!" Mammon rubbed his tiny hands together, glancing around the rest of candles in his vicinity.

"Hmm...this one must be Lucifer's candle." Satan grinned evilly, reaching up toward the tallest candle on the end of the table.

Storm gasped, aggressively yanking Satan back by the tail.

"OW! Hey, come on!" Satan whined, trying to escape Storm's hold. "I wasn't gonna blow it out! I just wanted to shorten it by a couple centuries!

"Life candles are made from what's known as Essence of Life...It's a special kind of sparkling wax." Solomon smiled, admiring the candle amongst the brother's black ones that shimmered gold. "It's said that no two candles sparkle in the exact same way. Each one is unique."

Beelzebub stared at the flames that danced around the wicks. "That's amazing..."

"I bet one of these babies would sell pretty good on the black market..." Mammon let out a mischievous laugh as he reached for the gold candle, only to have his hand slapped hard by Solomon.

"What did I tell you?!" Solomon glowered, "Touching any of these could result in shortening someone's lifespan! And this one that you tried to grab just so happens to be Storm's"

"Huh?" Storm let Satan go, turning to see which candle Solomon meant.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" Heart commented, giving Storm a wide smile.

"I wonder why hers is here though?" Fern asked, glancing around to see if their candle was anywhere in sight.

"The candles move as associations to others are built." Solomon noted, smiling weakly at Storm. "Since her bond is so strong to the brothers- stronger than anyone else- it's likely the reason why it got moved here."

Storm smiled, feeling comfort in the fact that her family bond was strong enough that even those who controlled life itself have taken notice.

"Wait...right next to Storm's...That's Beel's candle!" Belphie gasped, now terrified of the sight before him.

"Oh god..." Storm's eyes widened. "It looks like it's nearly burned all the way down..."

"At this rate, it looks like it wont last another 10 minutes..." Solomon added sadly, glancing toward Beel. He looked heavily anxious, gripping Storm's hand tightly to try to hold back tears.

"It could go out any minute! What do we do!?" Belphie yelled helplessly, turning to the others for support. Everyone looked amongst each other with uncertainty, unsure of how to fix the fact that the candle had been burned down so low.

"Is...is there a way to summon the reaper here..? To explain what happened and...and apologize..?" Beel whimpered, giving Solomon a pleading look.

"That wont be necessary." Lucifer stated, pushing past Beel, Storm, and Belphie to stand at the front of the table. Picking up his own candle, Lucifer proceeds to pour some of his essence into Beel's.

Storm gasped quietly, almost finding it hard to believe she had seen Lucifer sacrifice some of his own life to his brother. She couldn't imagine any of her living family- even her siblings, which she somewhat got along with- doing anything like that for her if she were in Beel's position. The action saddened her, but also made her admire Lucifer more, knowing that he truly loved his family more than anything in the world.

"Lucifer, stop!" Beel tried to grab his arm, but was stopped by Solomon. He frowned, looking uneasily at his older brother as he stepped away from the table. Beel's candle now had significantly more height, and While Lucifer's was still the tallest of his brothers, it was now shortened by a significant amount.

Storm looked up at Lucifer, who had a warm smile on his face. He glanced down at her, almost taken aback by the loving look she was giving him.

"Lucifer..." Beel's voice trembled as he tried to keep himself from crying. "Doing that shortens your lifespan...why-"

"What does that matter, Beelzebub?" Lucifer asked softly, pressing a hand gently to his shoulder. "The seven of us have lived for so long, and have an impossibly long life ahead of us as well. I can certainly spare some of my own to allow us to remain together throughout that long road. In the grand scheme of things, it is merely just a drop in the ocean."

"Really, Lucifer. You don't always have to be a martyr." Picking up his candle with a smile, Belphegor pours a bit of his essence into Beelzebub's candle. One by one, each of his brothers follow suit, offering their brother a bit of their own life force to get his candle up to half the height of Belphie's.

"I...I don't know what to say..." Tears drip down Beel's face as he squeezes Storm's hand.

"It's really amazing how much you guys love eachother..." Solomon comments, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Wait..." Fern gasped, pointing at Beel's candle again. "It's still burning down so fast!"

Everyone whipped around to see that Beelzebub's candle had already lost an eighth of its height. They all frown, glancing back toward Solomon in fear. Beelzebub hung his head, loosening his grip on Storm's hand. He seemingly had decided to accept his fate, as even the gift of life from his brothers seemed to be fruitless.

The brothers and other humans squawked amongst each other, begging Solomon to summon the reaper. Storm stood on the outside of the group, her eyes transfixed on Beel's flame. She felt sadness well up in her heart as her lips began to tremble, the panicked noise from the others seeming to add the vibe of hopelessness that seemed to engulf the room. Her thoughts wandered as they argued, and she suddenly found herself wondering if the brother's long lifespans had something to do with the ineffectiveness of their gift.

She glanced toward the group once more, then back to the table. Deciding it was worth a try to save a beloved member of the ones she called family. It felt almost like a dream as she walked up to the table, taking her own candle up and observing it.

"-So there's no reason why we can't try to...Wait, Storm! What the hell're ya doin'!" Mammon screamed, watching Storm tilt her candle over Beel's. The other brothers and humans gasped, calling for her to stop what she was doing.

"Storm, you're a human!" Solomon's eyes were wide as he shook his head, trying to push through the others to get to her. "You're own candle could go out if you-"

Suddenly, a flash of golden light erupted from Beel's candle, just as a single drop from Storm's candle connects with his flame. The others stopped, shielding their eyes from the brightness that threatened to burn their retinas. As the light dimmed, the others gasped again, seeing Beel's candle had seemingly returned to it's normal height. It also appeared to again be burning at the same rate as the others.

Storm smiled fondly, setting her candle back down at it's place between Beel and Lucifer's. She turned to the others, who looked at her in utter shock.

"Wow..." Solomon blinked rapidly. "Now...now that, I didn't expect. I'm not sure how, but Beel's candle looks completely normal now."

"So...I'm going to be okay?" Beel looked to Solomon, who nodded roboticly. The room breathed a collective sigh of relief as their confirmation that Beel would be okay was solidified.

"Storm..." Lucifer pressed a hand to her shoulder. She looked up to him with a smile, seeing a look of deep gratitude in his misty eyes. He opened his mouth to form words, but none came out. All he could do was stare at her, completely dumbfounded as to why she would sacrifice such a bigger chunk of her life essence to someone else.

She jumped in surprise as Beel suddenly enveloped Storm into a giant bear hug. Tears slid down his cheeks, wetting her hair and shoulder as he cried into her neck. She gripped her hands around his muscular back, hugging him tightly.

"I love you, Beel."

The sentiment was muffled back into her neck, causing her to giggle at the tickling sensation it caused. Soon enough, the other brothers joined in on the hug, offering Storm their gratitude for saving their brother. Asmo gestured for Heart to join in the hug as well. Heart then pulled both Sarah and Fern in as well. The only two left on the outside were Vivi and Solomon. Vivi crossed her arms over he chest and looked away with seeming disinterest, but felt an ache in her heart pushing her to join in on the hug.

Satan glanced over to her, smiling. He quickly grabbed her by the fur on her neck and yanked her over, trapping her in a hug between him and Storm's legs. She squirmed at first, but ceased fighting when she saw Storm look down at her with a smile that contained blankets of warmth. She blushed, looking away as she squeezed her leg affectionately.

Solomon watched the group hug, worry growing in his heart at how attached the others seemed to be to Storm. He sighed, pulling out his phone and texting Diavolo, knowing that they would have to explain what had been happening to them all soon.

"And we're back." Solomon grinned as he watched nearly everyone tumble through the portal onto the floor of the HOL Library. The only upright individuals were Storm, Beel, and Lucifer, who went through last. Beel gripped Storm's hand tightly, as if he refused to let go.

"I'm glad we all made it back safe and sound!"

"Can you really call this safe and sound?" Satan groaned, slowly lifting himself off of Levi.

"Hell no, ya can't!" Mammon yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. "Like, what's the deal, huh! I thought when we teleported back home, we'd get turned back to normal!"

"Well, it didn't say that in the rules." Solomon chuckled, watching Mammon grow more angry.

"Ugh, really! How am I supposed to do my makeup and nails like this!?" Asmo whined.

"Well, it's your fault for getting your hopes up." Levi crossed his arms triumphantly. "If you don't expect good things to happen, then it's not a shock when they don't!"

"That's a terrible moral philosophy, Levi." Sarah pouted, picking him up and squeezing him.

"I mean, I think it's funnier if you guys stay like this." Fern smirked, prodding Belphie with their foot. "This way we can use you guys as kickballs!"

"I'll bite your god-damned ankles." Belphie growled, gnashing his teeth at Fern.

"Well, Storm likes the old versions of us better, doncha!?" Mammon crossed his arms confidently.

"I mean, sure...but you are much more huggable now." Storm giggled sweetly, yoinking up Mammon and petting his head.

"Hey! Whattaya think I am!? Some kind of stuffed animal!" Mammon snapped, though his body lost its tension when Storm began rubbing a spot on the back of his neck. "err...a-although...on second thought, I d-dont hate this..."

"If you don't turn me back to normal right now, I'll make every waking hour of your life a never-ending stream of torment and misery." Vivi growled, her adorable purple nose upturned in a snarl.

"Solomon, isn't there anything you can do?" Asmo begged, pulling on the hem of his cape. "Please!"

"Hmmm...considering we just broke into that cave, I really don't want to risk making the reaper even angrier at us..." Solomon tilted his head as he pondered aloud. "...But then again, if you don't change back to your old selves, you won't be able to try any of the Devildom-style Oden I was planning to make for dinner..."

"Erm..." Levi swallowed, rubbing the back of his head. "A-actually, maybe this isn't so bad."

"Y-yeah, like we totally wouldn't want that reaper to be more mad..." Asmo dropped his cape, taking a few steps away.

Solomon perked up, clearly deciding to reverse the curses. "May this vile curse return to the one who conjured it. Turn the heads of time and unwind the wrongdoing that triggered it! I am the magician Solomon, head my command! Let none oppose it, and none escape it!"

A magic circle formed overhead, spinning quickly before a flash of blue light emitted from it. Once the light dimmed, those who had been turned into a little D or sheep had returned to normal.

"I've got hands and feet!" Levi whooped in delight.

"Belphie!" Beel ran toward his twin and picked him up in a tight hug. "Thank goodness!"

"B-Beel! T-too t-tight!" Belphie squeaked as Beel's crushing hug prevented him from being able to breathe.

Grabbing Asmo's hand, Solomon lead the others to the dining room to partake in what he claimed to be the "best meal he'd ever made." The others glanced eachother uncertainly, unsure of how to tell the sorcerer that his food was straight shit on a plate, despite Vivi having used worse words to describe his cooking. As the room cleared, Beel grabbed Storm by the wrist, urging her to stay back for a moment.

"Before Solomon's cooking kills us both, I have something I want to tell you." Beel stated flatly.

Storm chuckled. "Sure, what's up?"

"I wanted to leat you know how much I appreciated what you did." Beel beamed, capturing Storm in a another hug. "If my life candle had burned out, I wouldn't be here...And you gave me some of your life essence, even though you're a human and your life is a lot shorter than ours..."

Storm nodded, rubbing Beel's back as he took a shuddered breath.

"You sacrificed some of yourself for me...and that...that means a lot." Beel smiled, nuzzling into her head. "And we found your candle next to ours, which means your a part of our family."

Storm blushed. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence, but-"

"No, it does. I'm sure of it. It's because of you that my candle returned to normal."

"Yep, I'd have to agree." Beel and Storm turned to see Solomon leaning in the doorway, though he wore a deep frown. "But that's not all. The truth is, there's other phenomena that I suspect are due to your influences as well, Storm."

"Huh?" She blinked, uncertain as to what he was talking about.

Solomon sighed, shaking his head. "Apparently, Diavolo still doesn't feel it's time for you to know, but I see things differently. I think it's imperative that you know."

Storm dropped her arms from around Beel as he released her from the hug. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. "K-know what?"

"Yeah, what are you getting at here, Solomon." Beel took a protective step forward, uncertain of where this conversation was going.

Solomon mirrored Beel's movement, crossing his arms. "Storm, you-"

"OH SHIT!" Sarah's screech from the other room made all three of them jump in surprise.

"Lucifer?! Lucifer!" Asmo screamed out in a panic.

Storm's face to drained in color as she bolted to the other room, pushing hastily past Solomon with Beel right on her tail. They burst into the dining room, seeing everyone gathered around an area on the floor. Asmo knelt next to what appeared to be Lucifer, who was completely unconscious.

"Lucifer! Come on!" He screamed, shaking his shoulders.

"What happened?" Beel gasped kneeling beside Asmo to observe Lucifer's current state.

"No clue..." Vivi crossed her arms uneasily. "He just...collapsed all of a sudden."

Storm froze in place, eyes wide in fear. She kicked herself for letting him convince her he was fine back in the reapers cave. She knew better. He looked awful, and she knew he wasn't okay...and now...

"He didn't even eat any of Solomon's oden yet..." Fern remarked, trying to make a joke to hide their unease at the circumstances befalling the eldest.

"Lucifer! Hey! Stay with us here!" Mammon slapped the eldest across the face, trying to get him to wake up. The others merely stood and watched on in a fearful, uncertain stooper, trying to figure out what the hell even happened, and what they could do. Solomon approached from behind Storm, sighing and shaking his head.

"I knew we should have done something sooner."

Storm snapped her gaze toward him, her blood running cold as the words repeated like an echo in her brain.

"W-what do you mean?"

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[iam93percentstardust]

For the DVD commentary ask game:

“Tony!” he hears Steve call his name and turns to see him jogging up the path to the set, two coffee cups held in his hands.

“Here,” Steve says breathlessly, beaming that sunbright grin that always makes Tony a little breathless himself. “This one’s for you. Two creams, three sugars, right?” He catches a glimpse of the similar cup that Tony is already holding, and his expression falls. “But I guess you have one already.”

“Uh, actually, this is tea,” Tony says sheepishly, holding it out as he takes the one that Steve had offered. “For you, since I know you’re not a big coffee drinker. But it looks like you already have yours too.”

Steve blinks at it and then laughs, placing his now-free hand over his heart as he leans backwards. “Actually, that one’s for you too. You don’t seem like you’re at your best first thing in the morning, so I figured I’d bring you two.”

Now understanding the joke, Tony chuckles as well. “We make quite the pair, don’t we,” he comments amusedly, chugging half of his first coffee in one go.

oh i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone my beloved! 💜 thanks for the ask!

This scene was inspired by an interaction I was lucky enough to witness between a close friend, E, and her then-crush (he's been her partner now for almost three years). They always showed up with coffee, and one day, E had the idea to get him a coffee instead of herself. Turned out it was the same day that her partner decided to get E one as well, and I thought it was just so cute of the two of them that I told myself if I ever got the opportunity, I would write it into a fic.

With this scene, I wanted to show both that the characters are thinking about each other (Steve might know everyone's birthday, but Tony is the only one he gets coffee for even though there are probably plenty of people on set who regularly drink coffee in the mornings) but also that they're paying closer attention to each other than they realize. For Steve's part, he notices that Tony needs two coffees in the morning instead of only one, and for Tony, it's that he realizes both that Steve drinks tea and the blend. I didn't mention the blend in the fic, but my personal headcanon is that it's Earl Grey as a shout out to my number one enabler and cheer reader @earliebirb.

I also wanted this to be a little bit of a trope subversion. We get a lot of fics in this fandom where Steve brings Tony food and generally just takes care of him, which is a top tier trope and I never get tired of it, but I don't always see a lot of this reverse. With this fic being written for Stony Loves Steve, it was important to me to establish that Tony wants to take care of Steve just as much as Steve wants to take care of him because Steve deserves all the love in the world. So I started it off the usual way with Steve bringing Tony something, he catches a glimpse of the cup that Tony already has to make the reader think "oh Tony's going to thank him for the gesture but he's already got a drink," but then nope! Turns out that this is actually for Steve because Tony is equally as smitten.

Two creams, three sugars is a reference to my personal coffee order on the very rare occasions when I drink coffee. I very much headcanon Tony as the kind of person who might down coffee like it's water but wants it to taste sweet while he does. He absolutely drinks pumpkin spice and gingerbread lattes when they're in season.

Steve putting his hand over his heart when he laughs is, of course, a Chris Evans thing, and it seemed especially fitting since this is an actor AU.

Ending the scene was pretty tough, but I liked going with the "We make quite a pair" line because they do! They're soulmates in every universe! Plus you can view it as Tony being kind of flirty and trying to gauge Steve's reaction before he asks him out later on.

#alle answers #ask games

[leclercsbf]

hiiiii, i can't even begin to imagine that there's anything more in "wherever i'm with you" because it flows so well and feels so polished already with the build up/slow burn and the reminiscing/nostalgia and the ending is so satisfying so maybe you don't have much more to say for a director's cut per se (but maybe you do??? devastate us some more??) but instead, here's a star (*)(sorry for the uh...low effort star lol) if there's any particular section you want to just talk about?

(as an aside, the line that really took me out was "i've always wondered why i didn't" which idk, was actually when my heart nearly decided to just call it quits)

hello! honestly for wherever i’m with you the majority of my notes just outlined the things i wanted to include in the fic, and if you look through my notes for the hours i lost you’d get a pretty good idea of how i do my outlines (read: overly detailed and way too fucking long at times). i do, however, have some commentary about certain parts of the piece, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to discuss them! more under the cut.

↳ fanfic writers: director’s cut !

going into this fic, my main focus was just to set the tone for a relatively quiet afternoon and to keep it at the same level all throughout. they’re older here, retired, calmer—they’re at a point in their lives where they know who they are as people. they feel secure in the knowledge that they know themselves and what they currently want in life, what they want the rest of their lives to be like. that same certainty applies to carlos’ feelings for charles, and i wanted the atmosphere of the fic to reflect that certainty. this fic isn’t about falling, doesn’t even touch on the whys or the whens or the hows of carlos falling in love with charles—it just tells you that carlos is in love with charles, has been for a while, and that he has long since come to terms with that fact.

aside from certainty, i also wanted to touch on the concept of contentment. carlos is content with what he’s done with his life, the things he’s achieved (though they remain unnamed), but above all he’s content with where he stands with charles. there was a time where he wanted more, and truth be told he still wants more, but he doesn’t mind staying forever just like this. he’s content with what he has if it means he gets to be with charles in some way. it’s a bit like an old fracture, really—it hurt like a bitch when you got it, but over time the pain gradually started to fade, and even though the bone didn’t set quite right it doesn’t really bother you all that much. it acts up here and there, but for the most part it’s easy to live with. this is illustrated in one of my favorite sections of the fic, and i’ll be including bits of it below (i can never keep my answers concise, sorry about that).

Loving Charles Leclerc comes as naturally as breathing, and Carlos realizes belatedly that he’s been in too deep for more than two decades now. He remembers how it used to hurt […] because while Carlos may get to touch him like this, it would never be truly enough, would never fill the gap where Charles had gripped at Carlos’ heart and claimed it as his own. It hurts even now, Carlos notes, the pain ever-present; but over the years it had morphed into a dull, familiar ache.

finally, i wanted the readers to be able to sense that they’ve always been in each other’s orbit, that they’ve always been circling each other in some way. you see this in the little snapshots that were mentioned—the tattoos, the wedding, and eventually bahrain. carlos hides the depth of his feelings for charles, but he doesn’t really hold himself back otherwise. he loves openly, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, doesn’t call himself out—and we soon find out that charles has been doing the same, that there’s this intangible something between them that they refuse to act on simply because they don’t want to end up pushing each other away. once all their cards are laid out, it’s not climactic. there’s no fanfare, no orchestra swelling into a crescendo, no god of thunder hurtling towards an iridescent bridge as led zeppelin blasts in the background—there’s only recognition, a sense of belonging. you are mine and i am yours. we’re finally home.

i absolutely love hearing about which line really captures a reader’s attention, because the answer always differs and i find it extremely interesting how a line that might just seem like a throwaway to some people can end up resonating with others—so thank you so much for that aside, i appreciate it more than you know. in response, here’s my favorite line from the fic.

Carlos feels as if the Earth itself had ceased its turning, raindrops suspended in midair—the rest of the world falling away and leaving nothing but Carlos, Charles, and the warmth that spans between them.

and that’s about it for the director’s cut of this one shot! again, thank you so, so much for sending this in. have a good day or night, anon.

#inbox #🎱 #director’s cut

[destinygoldenstar]

Kai Is Getting On My Nerves ; So I Finally Read ‘Quest For Lost Powers’ (Commentary Part 4; The Lake Of Fire)

<< Part 3

Welcome back to the commentary on a book that should've been a special but wasn't. We are back with the epic story, a story that was totally not done before. Fire Chapter? Not canon.

So where we left off, Kai decided to get his revenge on the Pyro Vipers that started a new cult and rampage, Skylor's joining him, and the village was set on fire, and the chapter ENDED.

So let's see what the new chapter has in store for us.

[The ninja managed to knock down a few, but— “Ow! Ouch! Ow!” The flames singed Kai every time he made contact. He stopped spinning and rolled on the ground, putting out the flames.]

Ladies and gentlemen, The Fire Ninja is getting burn wounds.

The dirtiness done here, I swear.

And somehow, that's not nearly as humiliating as that time Kai got jumped by furries.

[“Kai, I have an idea. There’s a—” “I told you, I got this!” Kai cried, jumping to his feet. “Ninjaaaaaaaaa— OW!”]

Don't you just LOVE IT when a character who should have learned to work as a team A LONG TIME AGO is STILL struggling with a PILOT LESSON.

IN AN EPILOGUE OF THE SHOW.

I mean... I'm sorry, that's just, WOW.

I KNOW he's supposed to be in the wrong. I KNOW he's gonna get called out for this, and learn his lesson. My problem is that he learned to work with others in the pilot. At THIS point, he should already know full well that Skylor knows what to do.

[SPLASH!]

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

Oh wow, she caused a tsunami on them!

There are many things in this image.

One, Kai learned airjitsu again.

Two, I thought the army was a bunch of Serphantine, but that’s probably me reading it wrong.

Three, that poor guy lost his hat.

[“Foul water! Hydration prevents our salvation!”]

I'm sorry, that was just a CRINGE response.

[“Yeah, well, thanks for your help, but I could have done it on my own,” Kai muttered.]

Oh you liar. And he's gonna acknowledge he's a liar in a minute.

Be nice to the girl who saved you.

Your GIRLFRIEND, actually!

[She knows I’m lying. Without my powers, I’m nothing, he thought bitterly. I need to find Fire Fang and get my powers back!]

"I don't have my powers ToT" : 6

[“You know, Kai, I know you’re going through something, so I’m being pretty patient with you. But I don’t know how long that’s going to last.”]

Skylor is my exact mindset right now.

I think this is what we ALL think right now.

[“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. But I just know that if I don’t do this on my own, it’s not going to work!” “How can you be so sure of that?” Skylor asked. “You of all people should know that working on a team is better than working alone. Where would you be without Master Wu and the other ninja?”]

AGAIN. Skylor is saying EVERYTHING I'm saying. He already learned these lessons.

He was IN A TEAM, the WHOLE show.

That's telling enough.

[“I don’t know. Maybe I’d still have my powers,” Kai grumbled.]

"I don't have my powers ToT" : 7

AYE.

Kai's getting on my nerves this chapter!

But fr, if he never met Wu, would he even KNOW he's a fire ninja?

I don't think so.

It was that or be a broke blacksmith raising a sister.

[Skylor shook her head. “This is not the Kai I know,” she said. “I’m not the Kai I know,” he replied.]

Kai Stans being upset in a nutshell.

So Kai is fully aware he's being a prick, but he's choosing to be one anyway? What kind of message is this supposed to say?

Again, I KNOW the story's painting him as the one in the wrong.

[“Let’s get you to Fire Fang and see if your plan works. Let’s jump in our three-wheeler, and—”]

And you all said I was crazy for calling that vehicle a tricycle.

[“Those hotheads retreated as soon as they got a little wet."]

UH, Skylor, are you referring to the Fire Fiends, or Kai?

[They made their way back to the delivery vehicle and got directions to the Lake of Fire from the villagers. Kai and Skylor made the hour trip in silence.]

No reason to SEE that, apparently. Just a paragraph saying where the Lake of Fire is.

[There was no sign of the Fire Fiends—or Fire Fang—except for a giant, stone statue of Fire Fang, overlooking one side of the fiery lake.]

Oh great, it's the Great Devourer all over again.

Okay that’s really pretty. I got nothing else to say about that.

[“How can a Lake of Fire exist, anyway?” Kai wondered out loud. “Is it some kind of magic?”]

BOY, DO YOU KNOW NINJAGO?!

[“It looks like a crater to me,” Skylor replied. “There must be natural gas escaping from fissures in the crater. And all it would take is one spark—” “And the crater would burn, and keep burning until the natural gas runs out,” Kai realized. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” “Hot is more like it,” Skylor said, breaking into a grin.]

So they really are those geothermal lakes.

Also, we're just going with the overly complicated science explanation?

I would've personally just said "It's the fire elemental's magic" and been done with it. But points for effort.

[“Fire Fang’s got to be in there! Time to get my powers back!”]

"I don't have my powers ToT" : 8

[He darted out from behind the rock and raced toward the crater. “Kai, no, wait!” Skylor cried out.]

You should know full well that telling Kai to wait is like telling a fish not to swim.

[I’m not going to let her stop me from doing what I have to, Kai thought, and he launched into Spinjitzu and whirled across the sand toward the Lake of Fire.]

WOW. HYPOCRITICAL, MUCH?!

Of your own girlfriend too!

My GOSH Kai.

He is just getting on my nerves SO MUCH this chapter.

It's also kind of a sexist comment to have. You can't let a girl stop you from finding fulfillment. How dare they try to help.

Maybe I'm reading that horribly wrong, if so, I apologize, but I have to say it.

[…until the surface beneath his feet dropped, and he plummeted toward the leaping flames below!]

That's the last sentence of the chapter.

Kai died.

The end.

Goodbye.

Continued in Part 5>>

#ninjago #ninjago quest for lost powers #ninjago kai #kai jiang #kai smith #ninjago skylor #skylor chen

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

thanks for all your work on the pod, it's so lovely to hear you all talk about fandom history, as fans.

a convo with someone non-fannish last night (about the history of otw) made me realize how hard it can be for non-fans to move beyond their preconceived ideas of fandom so as to even entertain the possibility that we can learn something from a fannish bit of history... that some things that fan communities have worked for or meaningfully struggled with are also broad cultural and societal issues (like control over content on an internet of privately owned servers), and just like most other instances of struggle, there's something to be learned. it's not aaaall just idk horny top bottom sock puppet bnf drama. im not trying to put fandom on an unwarranted pedestal for it's masterful handling of any social or cultural anything. i just appreciate where y'all are coming from and the convo you're trying to have

umm this is mainly fanmail/rant, but uh an asky bit: it'd be cool if y'all eventually featured perspectives from other geographies or lived exp - do you think that's in the cards?

Thank you for writing! Yes, we totally think that fandom history is real history -- it's material history, it's pop culture history, it's women's history, it's queer history, it's folk history, and it's a history of the internet. It's important commentary on evolving ideas of social justice, sexuality and sexual mores, and whether there were enough beds!

Fandom isn't perfect, nor is it a perfect sample set for a study on any of those things, but it IS an important and thriving subculture that deserves to be taken seriously. We're nerds, but we're not nothing! :P

And even the instances of crazy wank are important for what they have to say about other areas of life, and that's usually WHY the wank gets/got so crazy -- it's not actually about a Hamilton cannibal mermaid fic, it's about the idea of who has the right to tell which stories at that moment in the mid-2010s and the limitations of online anonymity. You know? (But of course, it was also about a Hamilton cannibal mermaid fic.)

As for your question: the current answer is that we'd love to start to incorporate that, but we haven't decided how yet. We don't want it to accidentally turn into a situation of like, "Hey, person of color, do a bunch of triggering research and then come educate the white folks about Racefail '09," because that's not right or fair. It's using people of color (for example) as a way to avoid having to face uncomfortable truths about fannish culture and history, and that's the opposite of what we want to be doing. People of marginalizations we don't share don't exist to educate us about their own innate humanity, yk?

At the same time, we understand that we're not necessarily the right people to make commentary on some events, or that our perspectives are necessarily limited on those events. So we would love to start working with guests or primary source interviews, even, at some point! But we haven't decided the best way to do that.

If you have any ideas, let us know! Thank you again for writing, we get so excited whenever we have an Ask! :D

#asks #fandom #fandom history

[knickynoo]

"Back to the Future": Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings on the (bonkers) novel by George Gipe. Pt 1

Hello all! As mentioned the other day, I came across a copy of the BTTF novel for sale and bought it. I've always wanted to read it for myself, because I've heard that it's quite The Experience. For those of you that don't know, it's based off of an earlier screenplay of the film and differs pretty wildly from the movie we actually got. I've read several posts elsewhere on the internet where people who have compared draft dates and shooting schedules claim that the script this novel is based on might have actually been close to the version they followed when filming with Eric Stoltz. Which, if true, is interesting, to say the least. But who knows? Either way, we're in for a ride.

I'd normally insert a read more here but I know tumblr is rolling out that feature where it automatically shortens long posts, so hopefully y'all have it already because if not, oops sorry.

- The novel opens with a lovely description of a family horrifically dying in a nuclear explosion. There's fire, the house is blown to bits, body parts are flying. It's. Well, it's something, that's for sure. Turns out Marty's class is watching a film on atomic power, and they're all thoroughly bored out of their minds. Marty's introduction is as follows: "One student, the most daring and enterprising of the class, listened to stereo rock music. His eyes were nearly closed and his limbs had to struggle to remain still rather than follow along with the beat-" Which is a cute way to bring Marty into it. That's our Marty: the most daring and enterprising. And I like that he's got his headphones on and is boppin' away to music instead of paying attention, because the cartoon series also makes mention of college-aged Marty failing a test because he listens to music during class.

- Except, uh oh, the film ends and Marty is oblivious, and accidentally sings out loud and everyone turns to look at him. Marty isn't embarrassed though; he just quickly takes off his headphones and returns them to their hiding spot in his secret, hollowed-out book. ???

- Marty is described as having an "infuriatingly good-looking face" which is as accurate as it is hilarious.

- Marty is excused from class due to an "emergency call" which, surprise! It's Doc, asking Marty to meet him at the mall. Marty's initial response? "I told you to never call me here. I'm at school." Lots of chuckles so far in this here book.

- Strickland finds Marty's Walkman and throws him in detention, along with several other students who were caught listening to music, and is crushing them one by one in a woodworking vice. The Walkmans, not the students...though Strickland would probably enjoy doing that as well. Marty, meanwhile, hatches a clever plan to escape detention. (And I believe this scene was filmed with Stoltz). And let me tell you, I would have LOVED to see our daring, enterprising, infuriatingly good-looking Marty pull this off in the movie. He swipes the lens to a projector while Strickland is distracted, then uses a rubber band to shoot a matchbook up onto the ceiling's smoke detector--he sticks gum on the matchbook so it attaches--then angles the lens so the light from a window is focused on the matches. YES, Marty is starting a FIRE in a public space. He is committing arson. What a guy. Anyway, it works and there's just enough smoke to set off the alarm and sprinklers, allowing the building to be evacuated. Oh, and Marty steals one of his classmate's skateboards on his way out. This is such a bizarre, slightly edgier version of the Marty we end up with and idk how I feel about it?? He's...a little too confident? Too slick? Why is this kid carrying matches around in his pencil pouch?

- A lot of what follows is pretty familiar. Marty fails the band audition, Jen gives him a pep talk, and Save The Clocktower Lady interrupts them in the town square. Except Marty is so emotionally spent from his terrible day that, "Something nearly snapped in Marty," and he almost grabs all the flyers from her and dumps them in a trash can. Thankfully, he regains control of his senses and realizes that would be mean.

And that's the end of chapter 1. Idk if I'll go chapter by chapter or mush a bunch together in future posts, but I think this has been a fun little start to the novel. More to come :)

#back to the future #bttf #BTTF: the novel

[tolkien-feels]

Okay, so, I've watched the movies and I've read The Big Three, though I'm still a little shaky on my Silmarillion lore if I'm being honest. Where do I go from here if I want to read more Tolkien? Is there a commonly followed reading order? Should I just go by publication date? (Yes I am motivated to get into deeper lore because of your blog, that's why I'm asking you lmfao)

Oh hey! Happy to see my blog dragging people deeper down into the black hole of increasingly obscure Tolkien works!

I actually have a friend reading the Silm for the first time and I'm already making my little evil plans that can be summed up by "If she doesn't hate it, what can I tempt her to read next?" So I've been giving it a lot of thought lately, actually! Which is why this post ended up, uh, long.

I've taken the liberty of adapting this answer a little bit just in case I have any followers who have read fewer books than you have and find this useful. Hope you don't mind it!

The best way to read Tolkien depends a lot on what you enjoy. If you thought The Hobbit was too childish, don't read his stories for children. If your eyes glazed over when poems came up in LotR, don't pick a poetry book. If The Silmarillion drove you to tears, maybe wait before you get into the more scholarly works.

Availability is also something to consider. Maybe your local library has a few titles already, or you happen to find a good copy of something in a used bookstore, or there's a deal that saves you a lot of money. Alternatively, maybe you're set on reading something but can't find it. You might also fall in love with a story through fandom and want More Of It, or see a pretty edition that you just Must Own. These are all okay! See, the thing about Tolkien is that generally speaking, you can read his works in almost any order, so be open to changing your plans as stuff comes up in your life. I'd be willing to take a bet that the minority of fans read his stuff in any way that makes any sense lol

Personally, I think it makes sense to read in this sequence:

Read these first

The core stuff

The Hobbit

The Lord of the Rings

The Silmarillion

These are the Big Three, and you should probably get to them before you get to anything else.

The Silmarillion might take a couple of attempts to get through depending on how comfortable you are with the style, and I personally had to read it from cover to cover twice before I felt like I had a good grasp on it. @askmiddlearth has a pretty good guide that my friend who's reading it is finding really helpful.

Stories you already know: now with 200% more detail

Most other books won't be Silm levels of difficult, btw! But many assume you're familiar with it, simply because Hobbit-LotR-Silm are usually the ones most people read. So even if I otherwise follow a generally "easiest to hardest" logic, the Silm belongs here.

As an addendum, I would say the LotR appendices are a good bridge, stylistically speaking, to the Silmarillion.

The books in this category can be read in any order you feel like - you already know how they fit together.

Unfinished Tales

The Great Tales of Middle Earth, which is a series containing the following standalone books:

The Children of Hurin

Beren and Luthien

The Fall of Gondolin

Here you'll find mostly unfinished, often contradictory versions of stories you already know - but with lots of awesome detail that fandom tends to consider canon as much as we can.

These are books which contain both stories by Tolkien and commentary by his son Christopher, explaining his father's creative process and taking educated guesses as to how stories connect together and so on. It's a gentle introduction to more hardcore scholarship and if you can handle long tumblr meta I'm sure you can handle these.

Oh, and of these four books, Children of Hurin is the easiest to read by far, so maybe begin from that one. You might even read it before The Silmarillion and possibly before The Lord of the Rings (especially if you've watched the movies) - it's a pretty straightforward novel.

Read these in any order you want

I'm listing them in the order I think makes the most sense, but if you've read the books above you can just pick any section here according to your interest

Fairy tale essays, short poems, short stories and such things

The Adventures of Tom Bombadil and Other Verses from the Red Book

Farmer Giles of Ham

Tree and Leaf

Smith of Wootton Major

The Father Christmas Letters

Mr Bliss

Roverandom

Tales from the Perilous Realm

These aren't technically legendarium relevant but are delightful if you like fantasy. A lot (but not all) of these are very light reading and excellent to read to children who aren't ready for the actual legendarium yet, or to turn to as a break from heavier material.

I really wanted to make separate sections for children's literature and things that just happen to be fairy tales but immediately noticed I had no idea when a fairy tale becomes too grown up to be children's literature, so a single section it is

The Deep Lore™️

You know when Frodo inherits Bilbo's papers (and then Sam inherits Frodo's) and they have to make sense of it? That's what it's like reading HoME.

The History of Middle Earth series, or HoME for short.

(There are 12 books in this series. It's probably a terrible idea to read them out of order, so I won't even list them here)

Basically, these are nearly all the scraps of paper by Tolkien that could be found at the time, put together chronologically and presented with commentary. Here you can find answers to like 80% of the questions you might have after reading the other books, and then answers to a million other questions you didn't actually have.

This feels more like reading a library than a book series - whether this makes you want to read it more or less depends on your taste.

Also! Last year they released The Nature of Middle Earth, which is in the same vein as these but I haven't read it yet so I don't feel quite comfortable saying "Oh yeah this is when you should read it!"

Tolkien as a person: biography, letters and essays

JRR Tolkien: A Biography (by Humphrey Carpenter)

The Letters of JRR Tolkien

The Monsters and the Critics and Other Essays

I'm not the best person to ask about studying Tolkien as a person, but these are probably the most famous (and important) books.

The Letters also contain a lot of info about Middle Earth, so they might be worth taking a look even if you, like me, don't feel like reading tons of biographies.

For fans of all things medieval

The Fall of Arthur

Beowulf: A Translation and Commentary, together with Sellic Spell

Finn and Hengest: The Fragment and the Episode

The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun

The Story of Kullervo

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Pearl and Sir Orfeo

The Lay of Aotrou and Itroun

These are all translations, commentaries or deliberate imitations of actual medieval texts, as opposed to the ahistorical quasimedieval thing the legendarium has got going on. You probably shouldn't touch these if poetry scares you, though.

And that's it...?

Not really, no. There are other publications if you're a completist, but these are the major ones in every category I can think of. There should be some 30-40 books here anyway, so this should keep you busy for a while!

Note that I won't revisit this post to update it every time a new book is released, so for more recent books, use your best judgment!

#reading order #<< for my own reference if someone ever asks me again or i do manage to get my friend down the rabbit hole #in which i am forced to confront my lifestyle choices as i realize how much tolkien i've read #me @ me diversify your reading material fgs #hyperfixations are truly impossible to explain

[eulangelo]

callout for @genderfluidlucifer

google docs

tw for transmisogyny + TERFs + emotional manipulation

Transmisogyny

Lucifer is a huge transmisogynist who will complain 24/7 about how TERFs hurt the ace community, but the moment @randomclustermissile , a trans girl (who is not an exclusionist at all) tries to point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles (in the most vague and general way possible, without pointing fingers nor calling anyone names) Lucifer will immediatly jump to block her and so they did with me (another inclusionist) and i have to suppose to everyone else who agreed with that post, even arriving to vagueing about us in private group chats to suggest that we were “sympathizing with exclusionists”. all because we dared point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles. lucifer is TME but apparently they think they’re the authority on TERFs and their talking points but actual trans women are not, according to them, since this is the stuff that they would go and spew to other people. (screenshots from @enbyoctoling​)

here’s more examples of Lucifer (again, a transmasc person) going deep in detail about how according to them, TERFs/SWERFs hate aro/ace people and are an active threat to us

1. link

[Image ID: Three screenshots of a post by Genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot is of a paragraph that reads, "Hey. So I can actually answer this. Anon your commentary about how you thought terfs would approve of sex repulsed aces is sort of it. Except...not. Basically terfs hate ace people for not wanting sex in the approved by terfs way. Terfs are actually extremely interested in [forcing] amatonormativity onto everyone. Because for as sex negative as terfs are...they don't want to actually acknowledge or change the fact that amatonormativity is at the root cause of rape culture and misogyny."

The second screenshot is a zoomed in section of the post that reads, "So yeah no I have NO idea where exclus allies are getting this idea from that terfs would even remotely care about the sexual rights of ace people. Terfs generally hate any sexualities in the LGBTQ+ acronym that aren't LGB because they can't force a gender binary onto those sexualities. At least, not as easily. That's why it's actually a massive sign of someone who doesn't call themselves a terf being a crypto terf if they use the term LGB in a positive manner. Along with the term SGA, as it is deliberately exclusive of nonbinary and not inherently SGA centric queer-aligned sexualities. /END ID]

link to the full post, these are just excerpts but the whole thing is just a very long rant about how TERFs hate ace people and so on (i think it’s worth noticing that although the actual post is kinda long, trans women are never once brought op in a conversation about TERFs issues and the only time transmisogyny is mentioned is not relevant to the conversation)

2. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is nothorses. It reads, "Because apparently I have to say it: Testosterone is not a 'violent' hormone. It doesn't make you 'more aggressive' or a worse person, it doesn't make you 'dangerous,' or 'toxic.' Transmascs do not need to be 'warned of the dangers of T.' We do not need to spend our transitions terrified that we're going to become a danger to those around us - that HRT is going to turn us into a monster.

Everyone experiences mood swings during hormonal shifts (pregnancy, menstruation, menopause, estrogen HRT, etc.) and while you might have grumpy moments or feel anger/frustration that you need to learn to handle differently, that doesn't make you a bad person.

Testosterone can change the way you access/process emotions somewhat, but if you're already thoughtful about how you handle your feelings and treat others, you're going to be fine. It's normal to lash out on occasion, by accident, then apologize and work to do better. It doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone on HRT is prone to this, and everyone experiencing hormonal changes is prone to this.

Getting HRT should be positive and affirming; you should not have to spend your entire transition terrified of becoming a monster."

The post then has a reblog by captainlordauditor that reads, "The big danger of T is that needle ouchy." /END ID]

here’s them reblogging from known transmisogynist user @nothorses (once again, the irony that a post about how testosterone is seen as the "aggressive hormone" does not mention transfem at all which are literally the main victims of this rethoric in the first place)

3. link (1), link (2)

[Image ID: Two screenshots of posts by genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot reads, "Queer exclus: We're not repackaging terf rhetoric! Saying that is transmisogynistic! Also queer exclus: Remove the plus from LGBT!" and has tags that say, "I will pay these people to grow some god damn self awareness. Imagine being this dense. Queer discourse." The post has 15 notes.

The second screenshot reads, "Honestly it is so stupid and frustrating to see ace exclus continue to deny that the ace discourse was started by terfs. Proof was given countless times. And a big name terf like galesofnovember even admitted to starting it. Those of you who demand proof but ignore all of this never wanted proof to begin with." and is tagged with, "ace discourse. The post has 38 notes. /END ID]

heres another two post of theirs conflating TERFs with ace exclusionism

4. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblogged post by furbearingbrick. The original poster is boxlizard, Lucifer's old account. The original post reads, "By the way for people still in denial about it, here's galesofnovember, a terf, admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement. She's taking credit for it. Normally if the victims of this behavior weren't ace/aro or other queer identities y'all be ready to rightfully lynch her. But since it's us, y'all just still wanna stamp your feet and go, 'Nuh uh!' instead of acknowledging facts." The part that says, "admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement" is a link to a galesofnovember post.

There is then a reblogged addition from furbearing brick that reads, "archived versions of the receipts" and has two links to the webarchive. The tags read, "Bringing this back since it's apparently still relevant. Terfism mention. Aphobia mention. Queerphobia mention. Blocklist." and has 1,455 notes. /END ID]

this is their post that ive already talked about but basically they found a 52 notes post made by a TERF in 2012 and this one person said "i dont know why i dont get to be the princess of the anti-ace-brigade" and apparently they are convinced that this means TERFs started the ace exclusionism movement and that this is one of their goals. which is insane when TERFs in real life only care about making life miserable for transfem people first and foremost.

5.link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is yu-gay-fudo. It reads, “Just in case you happen to be unaware, some of the “radfem lite” they post to warm you up to their rhetoric, just off the top of my head:

- Ace/aro exclusionism

- Bi exclusionism or claims that bi people are “less queer” bc of “straight passive privilege”

- Saying you have to be dysphoric to identify as transInvalidating nonbinary people

- Calling queer a slur regardless of context, saying people can’t identify as queer, and saying that it can’t be reclaimed

- “Mogai hell”, “kweer”, or otherwise mocking less common labels and claiming they are “just cishets who want to feel special”

- Excluding sex workers from feminist discussions or claiming that sex work is inherently evil

- Basically anyone who thinks they can determine what other people identify as”. The tags read, "queerphobia tw. twerfs tw. no id." and has 70,727 notes. It was reblogged on March 22nd, 2021 /END ID]

another example of conflating radfems to things that, while wrong, have little to nothing to do with them because being a radfem, again, is something very specific that has all to do with transfem oppression.

Emotional manipulation

Lucifer has done nothing but block, break boundaries, spread lies and vague about people, some of which were even mutuals with them knowing they would see the posts. when confronted about it Lucifer's only answer was "just say you hate me and block me" but they actually ended up blocking everyone first, making it impossible for anyone to set some boundaries with them or even just to calmly confront them about anything.

[proof: Io(popncourse) and Lucifer had a disagreement in a shared discord server, which prompted Lucifer to vague Io in a vent post. Io confronted them, as being vagued is one of buns triggers, to which Lucifer initially agreed to delete the vent post, but then proceeded to victimize themself and immediatly blocked Io. later on, Jude(malewifedeckard) was confronted by Lucifer, then after Jude told them “I’m worried that you’ll vague me just like you did with Io” they proceeded to block Jude and vagued about him too. when Io made a post (which was not a callout, it was just bun setting buns boundaries) explaining what Lucifer did, Lucifer immediatly jumped to victimize themself, acting like they were being called out and straight-up lying, even going so far as to say that no one tried to hear them out, which is a blatant lie if you consider the aforementioned Io and Jude’s attempts at doing so, with Lucifer immediatly blocking and cutting ties with the both of them. ] 

(screenshots taken by @popncourse and @malewifedeckard)

as seen in the proof above Lucifer’s behaviour is not ok because they don’t accept any kind of confrontation and immediatly jump to blocking, and after blocking, they'd immediatly go and vague about the people who confronted them pacificly, spreading more lies and painting themself as the victim and even arriving to say “no one hears me out at all” which is simply not something you can say when you block people who are trying to hear you out in the first place.

this is by no means an invitation to go and harass them, send them hate or anything like that. i absolutely don’t want anything even remotely hateful or negative to be sent their way after this post. 

this post was only made because:

1. as an ace person who fully supports the inclusion of aspec identities in the lgbt+ community i don’t want to support an enviroment that costantly downplays transmisogynistic oppression in order to be taken seriously. there are hundreds of ways to make aspec activism without acting like we(as in TME aspecs)are the victims of a system that seeks for the annihilation of transfemenine people in real life everyday. i especially don’t want to support TME individuals who act transfem-friendly but then block any transfem who tries to speak on transmisogyny without a second thought.

2. Lucifer’s behaviour has hurt two friends of mine and i don’t want to associate with someone who actively breaks people’s boundaries without taking accountability when messing up.

3. i cannot associate with someone who spreads lies about me accusing me of sympathizing with exclusionists all while having me blocked so that i can’t see it nor defend me. they complain about people not hearing them out but they’re the very first person who does not try to hear people out, and instead jumps to spread baseless rumors. this is not someone i can nor want to associate with. 

(image descriptions provided by @malewifedeckard)

#genderfluidlucifer #transmisogyny tw #terfs tw #ask to tag #txt #long post #ok to rb

[drabbles-mc]

Could you do a HC on how the Mayans men would react to a girl getting hit on at a bar and the guy not taking no for an answer, like they don't know her or anything. I feel like they all respect women enough to at least do something about it; ya know?

All of the Mayans men wake up every day and drink a full pitcher of Respect Women Juice. They will not tolerate disrespect in their house. HC’s under the cut!

(I couldn’t decide if i wanted to do third person or reader insert for these but I settled on reader insert. Hopefully it works alright)

Bishop:

-Senses the tension immediately 

-My man sits back and watches the entire clubhouse all night. He knows everything that’s going on. And when he notices that some guy is refusing to leave you alone, he instantly gets up and goes to intervene.

-He’s not hot-headed about it. He doesn’t have the time or the energy for that anymore. But he places himself between the two of you, looking back and forth, “Everything alright here?”

-The guy would try to brush it off and reassure him that yea, of course everything is okay you can leave now. But Bishop wouldn’t have any of that. He’d cut him off mid-sentence, “I wasn’t fucking asking you.”

-He’d turn to you and ask again if you’re alright. You’d give a slight shake of her head no, not wanting to stir up drama but also not wanting to deal with this dude anymore. And that’s all it would take.

-”I think you should leave,” he wouldn’t yell. Just state it as a fact. But when the guy would try to argue that’s when he would get a little more heated. He’d step in closer to the dude’s face, but not putting hands on him, “I said you should fucking leave.”

-Bishop only uses yelling and brute force as a last resort. Very rarely does it ever come to that. He would follow the guy all the way to the clubhouse door, making sure that he actually leaves before going back to check on the poor girl that he was harassing. He 100% lingers close for the rest of the night to make sure no one bothers you.

Angel:

-King of being the Fake Boyfriend.

-My tall boy might be emotionally illiterate sometimes but he can read a social situation. When he sees a girl scrambling to try and come up with excuses to make a guy leave her alone, he has no problem inserting himself into the situation. 

-Smooth as fuck walking up to you, greeting you while resting a protective hand on your shoulder. Instantly setting the tone to whoever is talking to you that this was a useless endeavor.

- "Hey, querida,” he’d wait for you to look at him, “Sorry, didn’t see you walk in. You get a drink already? Want me to get you something?”

-The look in his eyes would let you know that he’s offering you an out to the uncomfortable situation that you’re in. He’s not trying to flirt--he’s just trying to drive away whatever asshole wasn’t catching the hint that you didn’t want to talk.

- "Who the fuck are you?” this is a problem that the guy did not see coming.

-Angel would look at him, eyes narrow, “I’m her boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?”

- The question is rhetorical. It doesn’t matter who the guy is. Angel doesn’t give him a chance to answer. He steps closer to the guy, towering over him. He looks down at him and is practically begging the guy to say something stupid so he has an excuse to physically throw him out the front door.

- He doesn’t get the chance, though. The guy reads the cue, knows that it’s a fight that he will not win, and walks away.

- Angel would turn back to you, “You good? Sorry about that. Didn’t seem like he was getting the hint.”

- You’d shake your head, “He wasn’t. Thank you, I appreciate the assist.”

- “No problem,” he’d pause, “But forreal did you get a drink already? First round on me.”

Ezekiel:

- Y’all remember the casino scenes with the cops? That’s how he handles shit.

- Master of keeping his cool in frustrating situations. Completely follows your lead. He sees a lot of weird interactions being on the serving side of the bar, always clocking what’s happening in front of him in case he has to step in.

-He’d notice you rolling your eyes and giving short answers. He’d also notice that the guy either isn’t picking up the cues, or is willfully ignoring them. EZ catches your eyes a few times, silently asking if you want him to step in. You shake your head--the guy is annoying but harmless for the time being.

- Then he tries to touch you. Casually reaching for your shoulder, trying to rest his hand on your knee. You recoil, trying to create more space between the two of you. He doesn't care though.

- That’s when EZ can’t keep it to himself anymore. He’d sigh, not looking up from the glasses that he’s cleaning, “I don’t think she’s into you, man.”

- You and the man would both turn to look at him, each of you with a surprised expression on your faces. You’d stay quiet, wanting to see how the situation was going to play out. The man next to you would scoff, “I don’t remember you being part of this fucking conversation.”

- “I might as well be if I have to sit here and watch it. You’re the only one out of the three of us not suffering from how uncomfortable this is.”

- His commentary would ruffle some feathers. The man next to you would get defensive, “No one asked for your fucking opin--”

- Knowing that EZ had your back would give you a little extra confidence, “You should listen to him,” you nod, “He’s right. We’re suffering.”

- He’d be caught off-guard by the two of you teaming up on him. Realizing it wouldn't be worth the fight, he’d huff and walk away. EZ would watch him and chuckle, calling after him, “Least you could do is pay your fucking tab!”

- You’d laugh, glad to be done with the uncomfortable situation, “His drink and whatever you want are all on me tonight. As a thank you.”

- He’d give you that little smirk, “Don’t mention it.”

Coco:

- Zero tolerance policy.

- Not coy or polite about it at all.

-Instantly uses himself as a barrier between you and whatever guy it is that’s not leaving you alone. He might not be the biggest guy in the MC, but he sure as hell carries himself like he is when the situation calls for it.

-Will not hesitate to get nose-to-nose with whoever is bothering you. If someone wants to invade your space, he’ll invade theirs. Fair is fair.

- “You really can’t take a fuckin’ hint, huh?” he’d shake his head.

- “What’s your problem?” the man’s voice would sound confident but the look in his eyes would show that he really didn't want a problem with whoever this guy was getting in his face.

- “You. Fuckin’ beat it,” he’d jerk his head towards the door, “Don’t come back, either.”

- Coco carries himself with the confidence of a man that will make someone pay dearly for coming back uninvited. Confrontational situations usually resolve themselves quickly. People tend to not want to mess with him if they can avoid it.

-When the guy inevitably leaves not just you, but the clubhouse altogether, Coco finally turns back to you, “You good, ma?”

- You nod, watching him light up a cigarette, “Uh, yea. I’m good. Thanks for that.”

- He nods, blowing out a puff of smoke, “We’ll make sure that fucker never comes back.”

Hank:

- The only thing that Hank Loza drinks is Respect Women Juice. When he runs across someone that doesn’t, it gets out of hand really quickly.

-Bull in a china shop.

- The same man who is usually calm and cool and collected, physically removes whoever it is that is causing a problem. The guys have tried to teach him deescalation skills but it never sticks. It’s the only thing that Hank gets heated about so they all let it go at this point.

- Hank isn’t a small dude. When he steps toe-to-toe with someone he almost always out-sizes them. They get about 5 seconds to hear what he says and leave on their own before he removes them on his own.

- “You should leave her alone,” the friendly suggestion is really anything but.

- The guys are almost always cocky, not thinking that anything is actually going to happen to them, “Or what, tough guy?”

- They ignored their first and only warning. What happens next is all on them. Hank grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. His voice is quiet, which is way more terrifying than yelling, “Let’s find out.”

- Hank lifts and carries the guy out, on the brink of dragging him like a caveman. The guy is yelling in protest, trying to swing, but Hank is unfazed.

- He throws the guy down the steps of the clubhouse, giving a final warning not to come back. No longer in an agumentative mood, the man takes off in a desperate attempt to avoid getting further tossed around.

- When he goes back into the clubhouse, the rest of the guys have moved on from the situaiton--to them it was business as usual for Hank. You, on the other hand, didn't see the situation unfolding that way at all. He walked back up to you, the anger gone from his face, a gentle smile there instead.

- “Are you alright?” he looks you over as if to make sure you didn't get hurt in the midst of it all.

- “Yea,” you nod, “I’m...I’m fine. Thanks. You...you didn’t have to do all that.”

- He’d chuckle, knowing that for him it was the only course of action, “Of course I did,” he’d gently rest his hand on the outside of your arm, “Let me know if anyone else gives you any trouble.”

Creeper:

- The smaller version of Hank, tbh. Constantly out here Respecting Women.

- Remember that scene where he catches a shotgun that’s tossed to him and immediately starts shooting on the highway?? That’s the energy he has when dealing with men who disrespect women.

- Cannot easily lift and remove men the same way Hank does, but he will throw hands without hesitation.

- The guys told him no more threatening with guns in the clubhouse. So fists will have to suffice.

- Does not offer a warning to the guy. If someone is being pushy or rude, they don’t deserve a heads-up. He will try to get your attention in some way first, to make sure that you want him to intervene. If he thinks that it’s going to get out of hand, or if you let him know with a pleading look that you could use the assist, he is instantly throwing himself into the middle of it.

- He’d catch your eye, motioning back and forth between you and the man in front of you to ask if you need an out. You’d give him a slight nod and that’s all it would take.

- Walking up, he grabs the guy by his shoulder and turns him around, “Hey, motherfucker,” he’d shove him towards the door of the clubhouse, “Leave.”

- Caught off-guard, the man would shove him back. Fully-bruised ego shining through, “Keep your hands off me.”

- That’s when you’d hear the first crack of a fist colliding with someone’s jaw. Your eyes would go wide, not ever having seen Creeper get like this. His focus would be completely on the man stumbling towards the ground in front of him, “I said get the fuck out.”

- It usually doesn’t take more than one punch to get his point across. HIs muscles aren’t just for show--getting clocked by him fucking hurts. They’re lucky that he’s not big on wearing rings.

- Once the threat is neutralized, he instantly shifts back into his quiet, gentler self to check in with you. He sees the surprise in your face at how things unfolded and he holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m done, promise.”

- It’d get you to laugh. You can see it in his expression that it’s almost like a switch he can flip on and off. “Um. Thank you. That...isn’t what I was expecting. But thank you.”

- “Are you alright?” he’d sit down next to you, mindful to give you some space.

- “Yea, I’m good. How’s your hand?”

- He’d chuckle, “All good. Nothing new.”

Okay this was a lot of fun. I love all these dorks. Hope you enjoyed! xo

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[sapphire-dreamsky]

Sukuna, the Grumpy Cat

In celebration of 100+ followers🥳

Warnings: | Swear words | Sukuna and Author breaking down that fourth wall | Some commentary from the author (shameless self-insert commentary I know) and Sukuna's own comments because why not? |

When he woke up, he thought it was a fucking joke. Again?! Last time was a child version of but this time a cat? He was going to kill the person who instigated all this.

A/N: Sukuna please, don't 😅. I'm sorry if I use you for entertainment purposes.

Sukuna: At least make it good.

A/N: Meanie.

While as a child he could speak, every time he opens his mouth, he...meows. Worse of all. Since he retained his original conscience, he is now a grumpy Sukuna with claws that will hurt. Trust him. It will hurt once he hunts down the person who did this and thought it would be funny.

A/N: I'm going to hide from a...cat🤭

Sukuna: Winter!!!

A/N: *Yelp*

Upon further inspection, he decided that maybe it wasn't that bad. He could rest the whole day and no one could bother him since he is in the form of a cat. You can't expect him to kill curses like this can you? He could hide from the humiliation of being turned into a cat while waiting for the effects of the curse to dissipate.

It's not like the others really bothered with waking him up. They learnt their lesson when the group tried to prank him once in his sleep and were nearly sliced.

The man loves his sleep. Let him sleep. That's simple like that.

Wrong. He was so wrong.

He forgot that his s/o would look for him if he didn't show up for breakfast.

You came barging in his room with a platter of delicious food.

Sukuna was sleeping under his blanket, intending to sleep the curse away when the smell of the delicious breakfast that he missed woke him up.

Groggy from sleep he forgets that he is in cat form.

You let out a squeal and that's when he realises that he messed up.

Squeezed to death was not on his bucket list.

He tries to get out of your hold but to no avail. So he had to wait until you finish gushing all over him, telling him he is adorable and just rubbing behind his ears without asking for his permission.

'Damn human, taking liberties like that.'

Despite that he is purring. Very loudly too.

"Oh hey, Mister cute adorable cat. You wouldn't have happened to see a grumpy old man sleeping his day away would you? Where did you even come from? Did you come through the window? Sneaky little thing."

He continued purring because the scratches were way too good. 'Life as a cat is good...'

You decide to set down the tray of food, looking for signs of your boyfriend.

"Hmmm...his wallet is here...his phone is here...his uniform is here? Where could he go without his wallet? Is he hiding from training again? But that is unusual...he is normally waiting in his room for food if that was the case..."

All the while, Sukuna is devouring his well-deserved breakfast because he is starving.

As soon as he finished, he tries grabbing your attention by jumping over your shoulder as you investigate his room for his 'disappearance'.

"Ouf. Mister Cat, you are a bit heavy you know?"

The cat looks so offended that he reminds you of your grumpy boyfriend.

Then he starts meowing at you, as if to ask you to take back that statement.

"There, there. Calm down. I'm sorry. I was just joking. Will you help me find Sukuna? He is a tall guy who is either always frowning or smiling sadistically. He has pink hair and a lot of tattoos. The bad boy archetype."

The cat starts meowing even louder as if trying to argue with you.

"What? You don't believe me? It's true. He is the bad boy archetype that all high-school girls fall for. Don't tell him, but his attitude is actually more similar to that of an old man who hasn’t had enough sleep and is grumpy the next day."

The cat puts his paw on your mouth as if to ask you to stop talking. It was more of a demand really.

Then he turns away, as if you offended him, nose in the air, tail swishing around lazily. But Sukuna was annoyed. As soon as he reverts back to normal, he will take his revenge. And then we'll see who the old man is.

As the day drags on, however, with your new found companion sitting on your shoulder like pikachu, you start to worry.

"Where are you, Sukuna?"

Was he in danger? What if he got kidnapped? What if Sukuna is dying somewhere (Sukuna: Human, stop being dramatic will you?)? Or maybe he was mad? Or he ran away?

All the possibilities were starting to gnaw at you. It didn't help that neither your teacher nor your classmates knew where he ran off to. "He is the closest to you. Are you sure he didn't hint at something, (Y/N)?"

After the day turned into night, you fed the cat.

Surprisingly, he didn't run off while you were scouting the whole school's area and some places in the city looking for Sukuna.

After feeding him, you went off to Sukuna's room, hoping that he would be back.

However, only silence and emptiness greeted you.

You went and sat on his bed, the cat sitting on your lap facing you as if knowing that you were sad.

He tried pawing at you, rubbing himself all over you to try and cheer you up.

"Misted cat...I don't know what to do if he left. Even if he is an annoying grumpy guy, I still love him. He doesn't have many redeemable qualities but he is kind in his own peculiar way when he wants to. I know that he cares. More time than I can count, he saved me from danger. Even if he doesn't say that he loves me a lot, he lets me know by leaving some necessary things that he knows I need. One time he prepared me some homemade food from my town because I was feeling homesick. And when I have nightmares, he always somewhat knows and he sneaks into my bed despite it being forbidden and getting in trouble the next day. He always had my back. What if he is in danger somewhere? What if he needs help but I don't know? What if he...died?"

The last word was said so quietly that the Sukuna the Cat nearly missed it.

As droplets of tears started pouring over his head, he looked up, and tried to kiss your nose in affection, trying to reassure you that he was fine.

However, when leaning in, you unexpectedly fell down because of the sudden weight.

Sukuna was certain that he didn't weigh much in his cat form.

However, when he opens his eyes, he sees you crying beneath him. So he tries to wipe away the tears with his index finger...wait his finger? He is in his human form again!

You opened your eyes upon feeling a weight on you. The cat can't be that heavy.

However, as soon as your eyes lay on the very much naked man on top of you, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

"Sukuna you...you...stupid dumbass! How dare you make me worry so much! I was sick with worry, you know?! What if you died?!"

"Ouch. Where were your kind words from before? Was that all for the cat?"

Speaking of cats...

"Don't tell me you were the cat?!"

"Yep."

"How did you even turn into a freaking cat?!"

"In my sleep? Got no idea. But I'm back. It's so good to be in human form again."

He stretches his long limbs, uncaring of the fact that his butt was in the air.

A/N: As if you cared 🙄.

Sukuna: Clothes restrict my movements. It's a strategy.

A/N: Excuses are all I hear.

"Sukuna put some clothes on!"

"Uh? Why would I do that? It's my room, my rules. Meaning you are in my territory."

"Annoying bastard."

Still you hug him tightly from behind, afraid to let go.

"Feeling a little cuddly, I see."

"Shut up. You're ruining the mood."

"Technically that's the author's fault. But I'm not going anywhere else if that can reassure your pretty little head."

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