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hwapetals · 6 months

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pairing - cat cafe worker!san x gn!reader genre - fluff warning(s) - occasional swearing + dialogue heavy...? summary - san finally finds out who the hell has been feeding the stray cats behind the cat cafe he works at author's note - i think about barista san an unhealthy amount + not proofread word count - 1174 words

san found it extremely odd. that the cats behind the cafe he managed weren't really eating the food he set out for them for the night. c'mon, they were cats, he knew they were gluttons (who were adorable), so something was definitely off.

it finally clicked in his head that someone was feeding them after hours, around the time he would shut down shop and before he got out to feed them to ensure that the stray cats had at least something to sustain themselves for the night.

he was a little happy that someone was caring for the cats, but he was a bit distrustful at the same time. but from the times he's seen the cats and interacted with them, it seemed like they were healthy so he cast away that thought for a bit.

finally, the mystery behind who had been feeding the cats behind the cafe had been solved after he spotted a figure, squatting down in front of some of the cats, making some soft 'pspsps' noises in hopes of getting them to come a little closer.

"i brought toys! and snacks," they said, their hand moving to rummage into their bag to take a cat feather toy out and three cans of tuna, setting them down quietly and as slowly as they could in order to not startle the cats.

at the same time, san was approaching, trying not to startle you. he softly cleared his throat, your head immediately turning to look behind him as your body reacted on its own, stumbling and eventually causing you to fall on your butt.

"oh, dear. i didn't mean to scare you. my bad," san blurted out sheepishly, a little surprised and very amused by your reaction. he held his hand out, which you graciously accepted to get up.

"oww.. well... that was embarrassing," you said with a soft laugh, trying to somehow divert his attention away from you falling on your ass.

"a little bit, but it happens to the best of us," san replied with that signature smile of his, in a way to try to reassure you. your face was definitely flushed, as if you just downed a gallon of beer in a minute.

"i would hope so," you responded, trying to find something else to say, before san spoke up.

"so, you've been the one who's been feeding the cats too, i presume?" san asked, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, eyes flitting from you, to the cats behind you and back to you.

"yeah, i can't really help it. they're just so cute. worth spending my paycheck on," you said with a grin, before you stepped back to return your attention to the cats. "not to sound creepy, but, uh, i know you."

"how so?" san replied almost immediately, his interest piqued by your statement.

"you're the manager of this cat cafe, right? i see you around sometimes. my friend is a regular and sometimes i tag along for free food," you admitted, almost a little embarrassed. you were basically admitting that you were a freeloader, but the chuckle from san made you feel at ease almost immediately.

"well, i wouldn't be saying no to free food either. mind if i squat next to you?" san questioned, moving to squat down next to you after you nodded.

before long, cats were basically swarming san, rubbing up against his jeans and making the most adorable purring sounds. you couldn't help but feel envious of the bond between him and the cats, but you understood that it was because he had known them longer, after all.

"quick question. how long have you been feeding the cats here?" you asked, moving to pick up the feather toy to hand over to san, who took it and started to swing it around gently, the cats mesmerized by the movements and jumping up to grab the furry end of the toy.

"mmm, a year or two? i started working here and i would see them meowing and stuff while i took out the trash, so i would just feed them. no harm in doing so, right?" san answered honestly, continuing to absentmindedly play with the cats, his free hand moving to pat a few of them. "what about you? how long have you been feeding them?"

"i think, maybe, a month or so? i was on my way back from my tutoring session, and i took a detour to try to get home quicker, and i just stumbled upon this place," you responded, peeling open a can of tuna to pour the contents into one of the metal bowls. "sorry. you must have found it weird that the cats already seemed full every time you came out to feed them."

"oh, no, it's okay! i mean, i'm happy the cats are being cared for by someone else but me. i wish i could just bring them all home, you know?" san said, shaking his head slightly as he watched you curiously.

"i totally get you. pity that we can't, huh?" you said, turning back to face the male who was nodding. "am i holding you up right now or...?"

"ah, no. i've already closed up the cafe and i was just going to feed the cats and head home. but, i think talking to you is more interesting for now," san said with a small smirk, watching as you spluttered from his compliment. "oh! i forgot to introduce myself. i'm san. choi san."

"i'm (l/n) (y/n). it's nice to meet you," you replied, more embarrassment setting in after you realized that you embarrassed yourself even before he knew your damn name.

"nice to meet you too. you've got a cute name, by the way," san said, now getting up to brush his pants off, still with the pink feather toy in his hand.

"you've got a cute name too," you replied shyly, also getting up alongside him. it was a little difficult for san to try not to tease you, but he reminded himself that you two weren't close friends yet. well, he hoped that the both of you would become friends soon. "i hope to see you around more? i'll make sure to come around this time more often."

"i would love that. thanks for chatting with me, and again, sorry for scaring you," san said with an almost infectious grin, handing the cat toy back to you.

"oh, hah, i kind of forgot about that. you're forgiven," you said in a teasing manner, putting the toy away before nodding your head slightly. "it's really is getting late, i should go. see ya!"

you waved at the male, making sure to watch your step as you walked (kind of run-walked, actually) away.

san knew that he wanted to see you again, of course. weirdly enough, that conversation was soothing and it was nice to have a genuine chat with someone once in a while. now, to wait and hope that you stuck to your word.

#san x reader #ateez san #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #san fluff #san fics #ateez x reader #san imagines #ateez choi san #jia writes #50 notes #tysm <33 #100 NOTES IS CRAZY THANK U #150 notes im crying actually

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idyllcy · 1 year

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the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous.

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor.

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple.

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest.

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple.

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open.

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste.

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly.

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face.

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind.

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck.

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."

#komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #sdra2 x reader #komaeda #☾.nsfw #this was originally scheduled for 3/27 bc Hinata's birthday is 1/1 but idrc on this acc oopsies #☾.fics

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thenixkat · 18 days

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Mundane AU!Laios thoughts

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Probably contains spoilers

Mundane au= no magic and no fantasy 'races' (like... little people are a thing, they exist in reality, some people just have dwarfism. The elves are just skinny racist and xenophobic Europeans like? And there's already parralells made with the demi humans so if I do anything the orcs are Afro Native and Kobolds are somewhere African or Arab. And for the ogres... gigantism is a thing that exists in real like and totally a teen girl would just wear some horns.)

Thoughts:

The Toudens are European-born. From somewhere cold as hell, really isolated and conservative, that's close to some mountains, that's racist towards the local indigenous people.

(The sibs, but especially Laios got chewed out about some shit and has been trying to be better, slips up every now and then but takes criticism well so long as folks tell him what he did/said wrong).

Local weird kids put off vibes that the rest of the village didn't like, Laios and Falin grew up bullied and ostracized. Falin got sent off to schooling in the big city and later to a university in Italy where she met Marcille.

Laios dropped out of high school and joined the military as soon as he was able to b/c he wanted to get the hell out of dodge. Served for a few shitty years b4 just... deserting and backpacking across Europe just straight up homeless and working whatever odd jobs he could find. Man was going through it. Wound up in the same city where Falin was studying at a university in and decided to visit her. She took one look at him and refused to let him just go back to what he was doing, so Laios started couch surfing with her (very much against dorm rules but he looked terrible and Falin wasn't about to let anyone stop her from making sure her brother has a roof over his head and food).

Eventually, she takes him with her when she does a work-study in the USA for her ecology degree and they ended up staying/Falin kinda maybe sorta dropped out and got a job with a vet near where she was doing her work-study.

Laios and Falin are technically illegal immigrants but they're white so no one really questions their citizenship (their working on getting citizenship/papers)

Laios gets a GED. Does some self-study from Falin's textbooks and online stuff but that's about it for his schooling.

Laios definitely, like, lives in Falin's basement. Falin is the primary breadwinner in this household, Laios is aware of this and has learned to accept it even tho he would like to take care of his baby sister and sometimes feels bad about not being able to. They used to share a room in a cheap apartment but after building up enough savings they managed to buy a suspiciously cheap house in a rural town bordering a reservation and not far from a national park.

Laios still works odd jobs, mostly physical labor and stuff where they won't ask for a degree. Has worked retail, where his customer service was trash but he's darn good at just stocking and shelving shit.

Met Chilchuck while working retail, Chilchuck introduced him to the concept of a union which Laios thinks is really neat.

The town where the Touden's moved has a sizable population of people with dwarfism, Chilchuck is a notable member of the little person community in the area. The Touden's go to Chilchuck for help with paperwork (they pay him a small fee) and he doesn't ask too many questions about why they don't have this or that piece of documentation.

Laios enjoys doing citizen science and bird watching. During the tourist season, he runs a small wilderness guide giving campers and hikers tours in the local national park.

There's a hermit that lives in the national park illegally (Senshi) that Laios and Falin made friends with. They love his cooking.

Laios is active in the online furry community. He does commissions, mostly of digital and physical art or people's fursonas and vore stuff. He does great ferals, and decent anthros, but his human art is not good (he's working on it).

Laios is decidedly chubby in this, his weight goes up and down depending on the season and how much physical activity he's doing. But ever since he reunited with Falin, she's been making sure he doesn't skip meals if they can afford to eat. And ever since he met Senshi he's gotten heftier since he loves that man's cooking.

#nix meows #dungeon meshi #laios touden #mundane au #just a few thoughts

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chaifootsteps · 3 months

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Dunno if this is a hot take or not: the denizens of heaven, like the backgrounders, all look the exact same as sinners in hell do. I don't understand why. It feels kind of lazy.

It's shameless furry bait but as shameless furry trash, I'm glad they didn't make them all humans. I was always afraid they would.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 11 months

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Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

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i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

youtube

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

#miku binder thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #this is the rant that woulda stayed in drafts #rant post #hamilton fandom #not just hamilton no no the fandom itself

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kerryweaverlesbian · 7 months

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Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot. One of them's a catgirl. You're interested?? Read it!! Sarah's a really fun POV to write!

For the Suptober prompts Black Cat and Portrait. Below is the opening:

Sarah Blake looks at the paper-covered painting she'd spent the past three weeks searching for, a glass of wine half-drunk in her hand. The painting is propped against the fireplace, and it looms, as portraits tend to. B, the little black cat that had followed her home from the auction house - the same day as when she got the commission, now she comes to think of it - sits upright next to her legs on the couch, ears twitching away from her fingers whenever she tried to stroke her.

That's unusual, for this cat. Typically, she'd sprawl out over any available surface, mewl for attention until she got head scratches, and purr contentedly any time Sarah put her hands on her. Now she was stiff, tense.

The only time Sarah had seen her like that before was when she'd tried to put a collar on her¹, and she'd ended up scratched and bitten so badly she'd had to go to the ER. When she got back, B wouldn't look at her, but kept following her from room to room, hissing if Sarah turned her face to her. Sarah, feeling incredibly guilty, had apologised out loud and showed B that she put the collar in the garbage, only realising after she'd done it that of course a cat wouldn't know what any of that meant.

Strangely, though, it seemed to work. B had come back purring as soon as the lid closed over the trash. She even licked the bandage over Sarah's cuts, and pushed her head into her hand.

B's a pretty funny cat overall. She has this unimpressed stare she levels at Sarah for such uncouth behaviour as 'bouncing a toy near her' and 'putting out cat food'². She gave a token grumble whenever Sarah scooped her up like a baby, but would dig her claws in if Sarah tried to put her down again before she was ready. She hops onto the counter when Sarah brings her research home (which is more often than she probably should, but hell, what else has she got to do on a Friday night?) and stares at the papers like she's reading them. More than once, B had put her paw on just the information Sarah had been looking for just after Sarah remarked on how she needed it³.

"My good luck girl," Sarah had praised, and kissed B's furry little head. B's hackles had gone up from the smooch, but then she seemed to calm herself deliberately, and she flopped over the papers like she'd lost all her bones in a fit of lazy decadence.

In the present, Sarah swirls her wine and surveys the hidden painting.

"What do you think is wrong with it, B?"

She's supposed to burn it. That's what the note said, which she'd found in an envelope taped to the back of the Picasso she'd just purchased. The note had been written in wobbly scratches of biro, addressed directly to her. It was lucky she was adept at reading awful handwriting - in the archiving business, it's essential - because the script was only barely legible. There had been $32,000 dollars in the envelope too.

The flat out work of the last few weeks had been for the money and the chance at more, she wasn't going to deny that, but part of it was her overactive curiosity.

What's wrong with it? Ava's first thought had been haunting. She'd waved her EMF machine at it half heartedly after the delivery guy left, but the needles stayed dissatisfyingly still. She'd bought the thing on Amazon when a friend mentioned cold spots, but it turned out they'd just had a fault in their double glazing⁴. She hasn't heard from them in a while, not directly, but from her Facebook feed she knows that they haven't been murdered in their bed by a malevolent spirit so far. Which is good! Just, well, a little disappointing, is all...

Read more on ao3

¹ The collar was baby pink, and had a little bell on the end.

² Sarah's never seen her eat it, but it always disappears by morning.

³ So, she talks to her cat, so what? Before B, she'd talk through her process with her toaster.

#sarah blake #bela talbot #sarah blake/bela talbot #s1e19 #provenance #sapphicnatural #spn wlw rarepairs #I went for sort of a romcom feel for her inner monologue #dunno if I succeded but it was fun!#suptober23 #black cat #portrait #sarahbela #cawis creates

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faecaptainofdreams · 10 months

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Six days in, three to go.

The zbornak sat alone by the campfire, her prey tied to a cactus, of all things.

Over the near-week they'd been together, his optimism and ability to handle anything she threw at him had grated on her.

She tried not to let him have the power of knowing he frustrated her, but Sylvia was losing her nerve.

He talked too much, escaped his binds too much, was overall just too much.

And he really though he could be her friend?

Not even in his furry orange dreams.

He must've been one hell of a joker, she thought, or completely batshit.

Either way, it wasn't any of her business.

In her remarkable contempt this night, she allowed him to eat only a couple of small desert plants for his dinner (and water), and kept him away from the fire to remain cold.

The cactus was just for extra touch; she wanted his spirit broken.

She wanted to see him crack and finally fight back against her, to give her a real reason to feel okay about dropping him off.

This was how she handled all her victims; no attachments, no feeling, no mercy.

You can't be a bounty hunter and feel remorse.

But even cold, even with an unfilled stomach, and even tied to a goddamn thorny plant in the open wilderness, Wander the fugitive continued to smile, and babble.

Even with blood staining his fur from being pricked by needles.

Even with his legs being so tired from walking all day, so tired they were bowing.

Even with the threat of death looming over his head, he found strength inside.

Sylvia listened to him stoically as she ate her freshly-killed hare.

It was obvious by his voice and mannerisms that he was deeply uncomfortable and exhausted, but what would it take for him to give up?

"--I mean, it's SOME consolation that they want me alive, don'tcha think?

Maybe they just want me to serve my time," he finished with a tired smile.

Sylvia, meanwhile, finally eyed him from the corner of her gaze, pausing.

He could not be serious.

"OH!

Maybe I'll get community service helpin' folks by pickin' up trash on freeways!

Or helpin' lil' old ladies cross streets or minin' for precious ores for hospital equipment!

D'aww, and they'd gimme some'a those cute lil' stripy outfits!"

Sylvia rose coolly to her feet, nostrils flaring, and quietly unsheathed a hunting knife from her ammo belt.

Wander noticed right away, but seemed unfazed.

"Oh my, that's an awful large knife!

You gonna cut me loose an' let me sit with ya?" he asked, now smiling excitedly as her shadow loomed over him.

"'Cos that'd be s--"

In a flash the zbornak was in front of him, jamming a knife into the flesh of the cactus, just an inch from the top of his tattered hat.

A tiny shriek escaped her captive as fluid from the injured plant squirted out and bled down its body and onto his hat, soaking into the fabric.

He breathed faster and with effort, peering deep into the piercing, laser-like neon-pink eyes of the bounty hunter.

She spoke low and grizzled, brow heavy with anger.

The nomad pulled his lip up, fighting gravity and his nerves, never blinking.

"They only reason they want you breathing, is to get the satisfaction of watching the light leave your eyes."

Wander fought to hide the trembling in his body.

He didn't want her to feel anymore in control than she wanted him to feel.

"You're gonna swing...

And I don't mean on a playground..."

Sylvia swiftly yanked the knife back out from the cactus, releasing more water and juices to drizzle down its lumpy exterior and to soak into Wander's hat and fur.

As she walked back to the fire, Wander allowed himself to shudder, exhaling after having held his breath for those last few moments.

Although he was now sweating, he somehow felt even colder after she walked away from him.

He'd pressed closer up against the cactus when he was startled, pushing more needles into his skin -- he already had a few jammed into the backs of his arms.

Thankfully his large head meant his body couldn't be pressed flat against it, and Sylvia had even given him a little wiggle room.

The way she'd seen it, if he had been tied tight to the plant, the deep impaling of the thorns might have killed him.

That or a broken neck from slumping his head harshly all night.

She couldn't bring him back dead, or she wouldn't get paid.

Rattled and suffering, Wander observed Sylvia sit back by the fire and finish her meal.

Despite everything, he still managed a tiny smile after swallowing the dry lump in his throat.

In the morning, Sylvia would be dismayed to find him having freed himself, and still positive and ready to follow her to his demise.

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#Wander Over Yonder #WOY #Wander Over Yonder Sylvia #star nomad #zbornak #alien #bounty Hunter

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heljay · 7 months

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So I was originally on the "Monty is obviously a more dominant personality" train, but then Ruin came out as well as all the Secret Bonnie Lore and I was immediately struck across the cranium with Bonnie doing This to Monty

Listen. The big strong beefy boys need to be treated nice too sometimes. And when has any variant of Bonnie ever really been a prey animal anyway

(Also I wanted to experiment with how I wanna draw animatronics in this fandom)

- 2 SLOTS OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS, COMM. INFO IN PINNED

#fnaf #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNaF SB #Security Breach #Ruin DLC #Glamrock Bonnie #Montgomery Gator #Gatorbun #artondorf #Furry Hell Trash #Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach #Ruin DLC spoilers

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thesillyexpresser · 1 month

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Put some of my favorite arts I made through an AI filter

Let’s see what hell spawn it generated

(FYI first image is my art, second is the AI’s)

^ Not that bad at first, but the more you look at it, the worse it gets like why is the shirt half button up half sweater and fusing with her skin. And who sneezed buttons on her jacket like I’ll find you

^ What- am I a 5 year old??? I look like that one Anya face like what. Plus why am I 5% grandma bag like what’s that on my hand. Where did the bag motif come from like what???

^ Hell naw the algorithm forced poor AI Turo out of the closet and transitioned into a Love Live idol. GRRR AI ART HAS THE WOKE AGENDA GRRR THE ROBOTS ARE TURNING THE ROBOT MEN INTO LOLIS GRRR 😡😡😡😡 /j

^ This isn’t even Turo what the hell this is hell spawn I would’ve taken literally anything else please get Toilet Bound Hanako Kun’s and Timothée Wonka’s aborted love child rotting in Limbo away from me like who is this this is literally the next analog horror craze like he would sell organs

^ Not that bad but all the colors got switchadoodled like this is NOT Rei from Evengelion this is 🫧✨Ray🫧✨ as Shinji’s Sperm Cell starring as a special guest in Cells at Work (plus why is there a random bone protruding on her back like why)

^ Why she got a tag on her face and arm ain’t no one wanting to buy her and her Temu lookin fit😭😭😭 What’s that sucker punched bug looking dog under her arm like what someone get the slipper kill it

^ This ain’t Professor Iroko from Tales of Tanorio this is Professor “I Erm Ackshully” from Tales of “That’s erm fackshully incorrect ??? is not named Coughing Baby Man that’s such a stupid name” 🤓☝️ (plus those gloves UGLY as hell) (he’s the guy who makes all the weird furry fan art in the TOT discord)

Whelp that’s all. Never knew how absolutely trash AI images were until now. Bleach time :D

#ai art #ai image #art #artwork #doodle #character art #artists on tumblr #pokemon #illustration #professor turo #rei ayanami #ai turo #ai art is not art #ai art is theft #ai art slander #Cursed #Professor Iroko #tales of tanorio

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mybrainisoveractive · 5 months

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Ahem ahem I present to you, not in any order, some words/phrases/ideas I associate with these fandoms (including things from fanfics & memes):

Percy Jackson- baby seal eyes

- Percy 'imma just insult the Gods' Jackson

- literally any demigod memes or/and water related memes (tho technically can be used for H2O)

Naruto- Sasugay

- that one drawing of Sasuke sitting with his fingers interlocked and just staring

-the bad timing pause effect on Sasuke (distorted body in an 'S' shape and arms in an inverted 'C' shape) with the caption 'I can see you! ' in a black box with the caption: S A S U K E he can see you'

White Collar - Neal NO!

- Mozzie making ridiculous theories

- crossover with Batman/DCU

Danny Phantom- little ghosty

- little baby man (LBM)

- literally anything green and/or glowy

- vivisection (AO3 tag)

- crossover with DCU/JLA/Batman

Merlin BBC (TV Show) - Arthur 'I must be lucky! ' Merlin 'hell no, that was me'

- clotpole (actually spelled 'clotpoll' outdated slang term for idiot/dolt)

- 'your Royal Pratness'

- Gay but Not Gay aka very very Close Platonic friends

- crossovers with Harry Potter (AO3)

Lout of the Count's Family (LCF) / Trash of the Count's Family (TCF) - Cale 'i want slacker life' , never really actually had the opportunity to Slack, half of which is his own fault

- Cale 'lemme just stab myself with a stick through my heart'

- ✨Misunderstandings✨

- 'cough cough.. oh shit there's blood'

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (SVSSS) - Shen 'I need to hug the thighs of the protagonist' Yuan

-Bingpup

- 'I can't be OOC!' That is Still OOC anyway

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint - Self-insert Fanfic

- Kim 'im gonna sacrifice myself' Dokja/Kim 'im Yoo Joonghyuk' Dokja

- squid

- dumpling

- Sunfish

- regression

- existential crisis

- space time continuum

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK) - death, death and dead

- Gojo aka the one with expensive eyes (and everyone simps for it)

Demon Slayer - Muzan 'he dies, she dies, everyone di- oh shit' Kibutsuji

Attack On Titans (AOT) - Eren 'im gonna kill all titans as revenge! But also..Like you know.. (✨becomes a titan✨)' Yeager

- Levi aka (also) the one everyone simps for (who is also a germophobe)

Case Closed (CC)/Detective Conan (DC) - teen ➡️ child

- teenchild blends in but still comes across murders and help solves it

- Teenchild also goes to teen-pretending-to-be-adult (dead dad)'s heist.

-Teenchild has crush on teen who is taking care of teenchild

- Teenchild is canonically called shinigami

Untitled Goose Game - a normal everyday murderous Goose

- 🪿 🔪

Batman- Furry Combat Brigade

- too many goddamn universes to keep up

- Bat 'i work alone' man/ Bat 'adoption problem' man

- alive ➡️ dead ➡️ alive

- Tim's lost spleen/ Tim Drake's Missing Spleen tag on AO3

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) - war, war some more war

- Ironman vs captain America thingy

- wrinkled grape with stones

-Some time travel thing

-ironman with stones

Harry Potter - 'you are a wizard, Harry! ' 'you are a hairy wizard! "

- annual murder attempts

- 'did ya put ya name in da goblet of fire?!!?! ' Dumbledore asked calmly

My Hero Academia (MHA)/Boku no Hīrō Akademia (BNHA) - we do not talk about the ships, there are no ships sailing anywhere, not today, not in my mind, especially not the weird ones, please

- weird powers

-how did some students get in class 1-a?

-some people simping for Aizawa (his neck? I think)

- midnight's death 😔

- Aizawa's leg

- Hawk's... Everything(sad boi)

二哈和他的白貓師尊/The Husky and His White Cat Shizun/Erha (2ha)- sad backstory

- similar to SVSSS but sadder (probably cause of the different povs)

- love triangle (I think?)

Alex Rider - child spy

- Bombs✨

-quite a lot of dead people for a teen book

-child assassin

-pickpocket

Special mention(s):

-Hellblazer #247 (John Constantine)

-badly explaining all of omniscient reader in 6 minutes (YouTube vid by ferd) (if you want to know about orv without being spoiled but confused)

- So This is Basically My Hero Academia (YouTube vid by JelloApocalypse)

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the-kitty-hell-system · 10 months

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♡✰ the kitty hell system

》 it/xe collectively (ask for alters pronouns) (BLACK EDIT, ART, AND STIMBOARD REQUESTS R OPEN!!) ♫ hii we are the kitty hell system! we are a c-did system. we are intersex and trans/nonbinary, along with being an arospec enbian lesbian we are bodily an adult, 18+, and are indigneous arab-blasian but are an italian immigrant! (on my black side i am nubian egyptian and maasai tribe. on my asian side i am chinese and indian.) we are sensorily, mentally/intelluctually, and physically disabled! please do note : our caregiver helps us type/talk EVERYTHING. we also use our aac device to help. she helps us understand things, if she isnt there for whatever reason, we may talk in ways people may not understand because on our own our communication is EXTREMELY bad due to our intelluctual disability and autism. we use a screenreader so we'd prefer if you put image ids. also PLEASE put a flash warning or bright color warning on shit. we have epilepsy. we r a furry and a lion therian with several fictionkins. ☾ we are a jazz studies major in university! on this blog we talk about yugioh, bendy and the ink machine/dark revival, amanda the adventurer, cookie run, disability, the lgbtq community, psychology, music/bands i like, poc/culture, team fortress 2, the lion king, coco by disney, inu yasha, five nights at freddies, art, undertale, welcome home, sanrio, webkinz, lps, animals, the muppets, sesame street, dolls/dollhouses, toys, puppets, hades, sparklecare hospital, aesthetics, etc. we are critical of our interests as well. we are emo and apart of cripplepunk. 🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾 dni if... radqueer, radinclus, radexclus, support bi/pan/omni/lesbians/gays (lesbians who say they like men or gays who say they like women), support endogenic systems, pro-contact, support male lesbians or female gays, against nonbinary lesbians, against butch lesbians, against he/him or they/them lesbians, believe able bodied people can be in cripplepunk, believe in narc abuse/cluster b abuse, demonize any conditions, baby any conditions, below 15 years old, fetishize any conditions/races/sexualities/genders, misogynistic, ableist, homophobic, anti-semitic, racist, terfs, proshippers/pro-fic, south park fans, any mihoyo fans, toilet bound hanako kun fans, vivzie pop/helluva boss/hazbin hotel fans, killing stalking fans, idv fans, dsmp fans, ranfren fans, okegom fans, danganronpa fans, harry potter fans, yarichin bitch club fans, homestuck fans, transphobic, shtwt/edtwt, hetalia fans, fakeclaim people, fake disorders in general, transid, anti-neopronouns, anti-xenogenders, anti-kin/therian, thinks blackwashing is real/against black edits, whitewasher, uses slurs they cannot reclaim, intersexist, trump supporter, conserative, bigot, anti-furry, anti-educated self diagnosis, basic dni whateva, etc (srry for the long ass dni list, i keep seeing ppl break it despite its basic ass shit) i reclaim slurs, i will not tag the word queer, i also dont want able bodied people calling me a cripple or non-deformed ppl calling me deformed. thankyou. otherkin side blog : @lesbianvampiriclion stimboard side blog @deerstims banner by inky-trash. icon by me header + icon image IDS below!!

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theterribletenno · 2 months

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You also played the free trial of Hell? What do you think of the underlying lore of that game? (Like we both know the game is trash, but what do you think of Runeterra?)

Hmm how to describe it... So there's a difference between "lore" and "story" right?

Lore is what happens before the game begins and story is what happens as you play the game.

And like.... League of Loss has... basically neither. You know what it has? Officially sanctioned fanfiction. Like sure we have entire paragraphs of text about Demacia, and Noxus, and Ionia, and Skyrim, and Steampunk City, and the island of furries but like.... none of that matters. In the slightest. It has no impact whatsoever. It means absolutely nothing to what happens before, during, or after the game. For that matter half of what """"lore"""" we are given contradicts the previous volume.

Like the animated series Arcane? Which gave us absolutely masterful worldbuilding on a corner of Runeterra that is incredibly deep yet woefully unexplored? Non canon. In its entirety. FANFICTION.

Remember Skarner? No of course not nobody does. For decades he had an entire backstory... that no one knew or gave a shit about. And then they just replaced with... nothing. His new backstory that came with his rework is nothing. They took existing lore and just erased it completely instead of even pretending to update it.

Smeague of Smegends has neither lore nor story. Just reams and reams of officially sanctioned fanfiction.

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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ayo! Anon who talked about that One Filipino Character Viv made (I’ll probably stick around, so just call me Studio Anon to track things) here, just wanted to air out some thoughts of the writing/worldbuilding/designs Viv had made because shitting on them is funny and it isn’t like she’ll take any criticism on them.

Something I always asked or wondered is like… where even is HB? Like, location-wise. Sure it’s hell, but… they never really specified the ring? Is it pride? Is it some other ring? I remember the whole travel-by-elevator system but I don’t exactly remember where it takes place…. It’s pretty problematic if the viewers of a show forget where the supposed main place of the ‘plot’ is placed. Because of that, it’s hard to figure out where everything else is in my head- Loo Loo Land is in… Pride? So does that mean HB is in Pride? Why have hellborns in Pride if overpopulation is an issue there…?

Also, why are the citizens of hell limited to imps and hellhounds? And yes I know there’s like, succubi and whatever those shark demons were (and as a fish enthusiast, it’s pretty telling if even they forgot those types of demons existed in the world), but they’re basically just imp bit different(tm). It’d make sense if there were different kinds of oml but we never really see that, so that was a waste.

Like, if gluttony had a beehive aesthetic you’d expect to see some bug-imps or something, not just straight up imps (they’re probably the crew’s impsonas but come on, it’s pretty sad that it was just Imps and Dogs in hell- kinda puts a bad idea that dogs go to hell or something tbh.)

Don’t even get me started on the designs of the sins, like wow.

When you think of these big, scary embodiment of sin, you’d want them to be a little threatening… right?

Apparently not, in Viv’s mind.

Like yes, it’s fun showing off the sins having more than one personality than just their sin, but that’s literally all they are. They don’t act like their sin. You know that Viv excuse- they’re in hell. Let them be awful? It’s not hard.

Sucks that the only embodiment of sins we’ve sin are just: imp but white (Lucifer, also kinda Mammon), bird (Asmodeus), or furry (Beelzebub). I don’t expect any of the other sins to be any different, I just wish that they could be the embodiment of sin and be a good character (not good morally, but decently written, but I doubt that’d ever happen), not just written out to be a total asshole so the uwu-good-sins can be all nice and cute.

It’d be cool to have a Greed vs. Lust battle, both having strong feelings of attachment to something/someone but no. They talk out their silly stupid feelings, eugh.

(Do let me know if you’d want to hear more of these thoughts- I’m a writer and designer myself and I absolutely love trashing Viv’s work because I can do better because I learn stuff.)

Pretty sure I.M.P. headquarters are located on Pride, which is how sinners are able to access them. Apart from that, yeah, it's a clusterfuck and a half.

By all mean, keep sending those thoughts! They're good thoughts!

#Anonymous #studio anon #viv stuff #actual blog post

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ladydisastah · 2 years

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A descent into Madness (pt 2)

Narrative POV

You cried on the ground as your hair was disheveled and you were holding the straps of your dress to cover the little modesty you had left.

-I'll ask you one more time. Did you Know that Lord Kosair put an abortive drug in Rashta's food?

-No your majesty I know nothing of that!

The emperor waved his hand as you were dragged to a dungeon. You sat and curved into a ball. You didn't know how much time you spent there. Minutes? Hours? Days?

Anyway you knew that you spent enough time for your hair to get greasy. Until you saw Laura from the small window of the cage. You were really happy to see her.

-Laura! Laura! Please get me out of here!

-That's what I came for. But when I free thee(you)run as fast as you can and don't come back. Find Kosair and you'll be fine.

-Okay, Please apologize on my behalf to her majesty the empress.

-No need to, now go!

You ran out of your prison cell. Hoping none of the guards will see you in the castle. Then you discarded your small heels as one of them broke.

You successfully saw and opening towards the castle gates as Lady Rashta was going out for a walk. You saw that she wasn't in the carriage yet so you snuck in the seat of the carriage which was cramped but certainly better than what was awaiting for you. When the carriage stopped you saw this as an opportunity to escape. But she wasn't fully out of the carriage and she caught a glimpse of you. You then knocked her out like Kosair taught you.

Her ladies-in-waiting rushed to her as she fell. When they peeked inside the carriage. You glimpsed at them and since your dress was covered in dirt, ripped, your hair a mess and smiling at them. They thought they saw the devil and screeched.

You pushed them away and continued running.

(Play music if you want)

You ran

And ran

Even though you were exhausted you still ran. Until you found an alleyway to sleep in. You were so tired that you had hallucinations of your beloved.

You eventually went mad due to your lifestyle and the ugliness of the commoners behavior. And discarded your identity as a beggar on the streets.

That happened during months and months.

You then heard noise in an alleyway. If you were lucky it be a worker throwing out rubbish and you could make something out of it.

-(Y/N)?

-Who are you? Why do you know my name? Why are you here

-It's me Kosair, don't you recognize me?

-Stop fooling around! And how do you know his name?

-What happened to you? You stopped sending letters and I was worried.

-The Emperor sentenced me, I escaped and waited for my beloved to rescue me, but he never came.

Kosair started having tears in his eyes as he hugged you not letting you go. You trashed around in his grip biting his shoulder, and trying to punch him.

-Let me go!

He knocked you out cold. As you fell limp in his grip. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to his horse as he went to his banished place in the North Empire.

You were a sad sight to see. Your hair was mat like a furry cat. Your skin was dirty and greasy. Your lips were chapped and you had a slight hunch. He got you washed, washed your hair and cut the ends. He got you dressed in a night gown and left you to sleep.

He thought about your situation. How could things go this bad? He thought about all the things that could traumatize you. Were you raped? Did you get mugged? What the hell happened to you? He fell asleep on his desk. He woke up the sounds of glass breaking. He rushed to your room and saw that you were trashing it around. The glass sound was you breaking a mirror.

It was a mess

You were a mess.

He caught both of you wrist as you looked at him in the eye.

You then frowned and asked:

-Kosair? Is that you?

-Yes it's me.

You then slapped him across the face.

You started punching his torso. Asking why he didn't come for you. Why wasn't he your knight in shining armor in this story. Why he broke his promise of being here for you. When you stopped hitting him you bursted into tears. He was just taking it all. You then leaned your head into his torso before taking his hands and wrapping it around yourself.

To be continued...

#kosair x reader #kosair #the remarried empress #navier #sovieshit

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