#Or even that this particular book couldn't have an impact on others

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

The Growth of Political Violence in the Late Republic, According to Harriet Flower

On to the period of 133 to 80 BCE in Harriet Flower's Roman Republics! Flower rightly characterizes this period as one of escalating violence and a breakdown in trust in the republican system. However, I only partly agree with her analysis as to why.

The major events she discusses are:

The conflict between Tiberius Gracchus, the tribune Octavius, and Scipio Nasica Serapio. Flower sees all of them as violating republican norms and being in the wrong somehow, and I appreciate her impartiality here.

She sees the deaths of Gaius Gracchus and Saturninus as escalations in both the scale and kind of violence. Serapio acted as an individual on his own initiative; then the Senate as a collective body vs. the followers of Gaius Gracchus; then the violent gang that killed Saturninus apparently evading control by Rome's consul, Marius. In particular, she interprets Marius' withdrawal from politics as a military defeat as much as a political one.

I agree with her view that the Social War could either be classified as a civil war or an external one, and that the destabilization it caused directly fed into the wars of the Marians vs. Sulla. I particularly like her analysis of the tribune Sulpicius' actions, and how by supporting Marius' (irregular) appointment to the Mithridatic command Sulpicius hoped to advance his own legislative program. It connected a few more dots for me.

On the other hand, I think she overstates the impact of the Marian reforms. She characterizes the post-Marius army as mostly landless, partisan veterans who were willing to resort to arms because they couldn't hope for representation in the Centuriate Assembly.

But the property requirement for the army had been trending downward for decades; there was no sudden, drastic change in the army's composition and incentives yet. And as Flower herself notes, Marius had in fact secured pensions for his veterans, so what would they be agitating about?

Thirdly, it isn't actually clear whether such "client armies" were really more loyal to their generals than to the republic. Both Sulla and Caesar had to make appeals to their soldiers justifying themselves as defending the republic and delegitimizing their opponents before they could march on Rome, and several times Roman soldiers actually refused to fight other Roman armies, e.g. Cinna's men refusing to fight Sulla's, and many of Pompey's deserting to Caesar. It's not even clear whether Caesar employed veterans for violence during his first consulship, as all the allegations of it seem to come from later historians.

I'm not happy about Flower's implication, intentional or not, that poor and working-class veterans were more prone to violence and anti-republican behavior than wealthier veterans were, or that they would automatically follow their generals' power-grabs just for the sake of getting paid. I think there's a strain of classism that sometimes makes us overlook the "Roman mob" and soldiers as gullible and mercenary, rather than as having political values and voices of their own.

(My view here is particularly influenced by Erich Gruen's survey of working-class political life and veteran behavior in The Last Generation of the Roman Republic, and Robert Morstein-Marx's Mass Oratory and Political Power in the Late Roman Republic and Julius Caesar and the Roman People. Those books are interesting counterpoints for Flower's.)

#jlrrt reads #harriet flower #roman republics #the social war #historiography #classism

[thefirstanomally]

Professors are so funny. "How has this book I made you read changed you fundamentally as a person?"

Lol. My dude. I will write this report and then never think of it again.

#I was already a kind person who cared about the environment #I didn't need some guys published diary to make me so #Which is not to say that I do not enjoy reading #Nor that I think no book could have an impact on me #Or even that this particular book couldn't have an impact on others #But like... #The book report prompt is how did it change me as a person #And in all honesty I am the same person as I was #Very Tired #T1A Speaks

[headspace-hotel]

I looked up some stuff about the "domestication syndrome" in animals because I read a couple times in books the idea that domesticated animals are neotenous, meaning they retain juvenile traits into adulthood. The idea being that humans have essentially created more helpless, more exploitable versions of wild animals to "dominate" and abuse nature.

I thought, "Okay, that sounds like something that couldn't be proven. How much do we even know about the juvenile brain development of, say, wild goats or boars, anyway?"

So I found this review of the literature that goes back to the fur farm fox domestication study and it's even worse than I thought: We don't even know that a 'domestication syndrome' in animals exists at all, let alone whether it is a retention of juvenile traits into adulthood.

So the fur farm fox domestication study: you may have heard of it, it claimed to have demonstrated that within a few generations, by selecting for tameness, the researchers bred "domesticated" foxes with a whole suite of traits that appear in many domesticated animals but seem unrelated to tameness, such as piebald coloration and floppy ears. The idea is that the genes for tameness and for these other traits commonly seen in domestic animals are linked, that is, an animal that inherits one is likely to inherit the other.

There's some major problems. First of all, all the foxes used in the study were from fur farms, and had already been selected for some level of docility and for coat color variation. The foxes didn't get white spots on them because they were selected for tameness, instead the pre-existing population they were selected from had those genes in it to begin with. Also, the effective population size of the foxes in the study was pretty small, meaning a small amount of genetic drift could have a big impact.

Second, there isn't very much evidence for most of the "domestication syndrome" traits in most animals. Even where the "domestication syndrome" traits can be found, they are often particular to specific breeds, and it's unclear whether they are linked to domestication as such or just the development of that specific breed.

This study only deals with a few animals, mostly small animals. It would be even more interesting to see a breakdown of even more animals (particularly more large animals). Off the top of my head, almost none of these would apply to horses, and only in specific cases would apply to cattle. Even in dogs, extreme changes in skull morphology have happened relatively recently with breeders in modern times going after extreme phenotypes.

Particular to cats: extreme skull changes and floppy ears occur as part of some "breeds" because they are specific painful genetic disorders that breeders of cats decided to perpetuate VERY recently. Scottish Folds were deliberately developed from cats that just so happened to have a disease that causes them to be in constant suffering due to their messed up joints, it's not just a variation that regularly pops up in cats to varying extents. Likewise with the smushed-face Persians. Their brains are getting squished into where their spinal cords should go because their skulls are so messed up from selective breeding for an extreme look.

What domestication means has been majorly shaken up in the past hundred years. With companion animals, breeders are in a race to make the most screwed up animal with the most extreme, striking traits possible, and with livestock animals, lots of heritage breeds with more variations have straight up gone extinct because they've been flattened into industrial monocultures to produce meat and milk as efficiently as possible, health and genetic diversity be damned.

To study domestication itself, you would have to study landrace breeds, right?

Basically there isn't one thing that domestication is

#animals #domestication #symbiosis

[kurogane2512]

...Womb tattoo Signora's got me thinking about that one older fic ya did about Geo Archon/Lord!Reader. Which has lead me to think about dragon!reader who usually presents female but can mold their body as they please. Listen Ningguang also deserves to be bred thoroughly and marked with a womb tattoo and I just think dragon!reader would take such good care of her Tianquan and see her as her sole/main treasure.

Anon you wouldn't believe me but I was also thinking of that particular oneshot some time ago and wondered about writing a similar scenario again. And yes totally Ningguang deserves good breeding as well she's so fineeeee <333

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Ningguang x dragon!reader (fem pronouns, reader has a cock, Ningguang calls you 'my lord')

Type: Smut with little fluff (dry humping, breeding, rough sex, marking, womb tattoo, creampie, possessive dom reader etc etc)

"Lady Ningguang, you have a lunch meeting with Mr Chris at Xinyue Kiosk today." Baishi informed Ningguang one fine morning, going over Ningguang's schedule for the day.

"Mr Chris from Fontaine? Ah, now I remember. He sent that proposal 2 weeks ago, did he not?"

"Yes, Lady Ningguang. That's him. He has been in Liyue since last week for work with the Yuheng, he paid a large sum of mora to book this appointment with you and looks forward to meeting you."

Ningguang chuckled, "Of course, he did. Well, I'll indulge him as he expects. Send him the acceptance."

Baishi nodded and went out of Ningguang's office. Ningguang let out a sigh and rested her head on her table after she went out, "Another one.... It's becoming an increasing annoyance day by day. How much does it make today? 50? 50 alone in the last 3 months after the Jade Chamber was...." Ningguang trailed off then stood up and let out deep breaths, readying herself for the inevitable.

"They should all realize it's futile to win my heart. After all, I have already given it to someone else...." Ningguang pondered dreamily before composing herself to go for her duties.

Soon it was time for the lunch meeting with her esteemed guest, she was greeted with a bouquet of exquisite flowers by him and escorted like a lady to their seat. They spent the day together until evening, talking about some business matters first then eventually delving into a few personal talks followed by a walk around Liyue Harbor until he dropped her off at Yujing Terrace. To the bystanders and onlookers, they appeared like a perfect couple, whispering about how well they complement each other and that Lady Ningguang should choose him.

Little did they know how much Ningguang was forcing herself to be amicable with him, all to maintain a good impression and eventually reject him. She couldn't care less about his advances, his words of affection or his gifts for her. No, she already belonged to someone else. She had already given her heart, soul and body to that person. She disliked how she had to keep her relationship a secret, everything would be easier if people knew she was already taken. But she knew there is a right time for everything.

"Welcome back, my lady. You have a guest waiting for you in your office." Baishi informed Ningguang as soon as she entered her home.

Ningguang frowned, "A guest? I wasn't aware there's another meeting now."

"N-No, my lady. We weren't informed either, but she insists to meet you. It's Ms Y/n, your friend."

Ningguang's eyes widened and she dismissed Baishi and the rest of her servants before fixing up her appearance to meet you. She excitedly entered her office and saw you sitting on one of the chairs, her heart fluttered looking at your distant figure but she quickly regained her composure and walked inside.

"What a pleasant surprise, my Lord." Ningguang chimed from behind you and you stood up to face her with a smile.

"Oh, can the Tianquan really be surprised by a mere citizen like myself?~"

Ningguang chuckled and walked closer to you then stopped in front of you and placed her hands on your shoulders, "Such modesty doesn't suit you, my Lord~"

You snaked your hands around her waist and pulled her closer, a soft gasp escaping her lips as your bodies pressed together. "Perhaps, the Tianquan should exercise some modesty as well."

Before Ningguang could question what you mean, you spun and pinned her on the wall beside you. A surprised gasp— actually, a moan, left her mouth at your action.

"M-My Lord, are you referring to something specific?" Ningguang questioned, making you more annoyed at her cluelessness. You swiftly flipper her over and pressed yourself against her body, Ningguang's back arched into you and she felt something hard poking her butt. Arousal pooled in her thighs realizing what it was, and she tried to sneakily grind her hips into you.

"Hmph, look at you, Tianquan. First you enjoy being spoiled by an incompetent mortal who's only intent is to bed you for your money, now you are trying to sleep with your own God. Should I inform Morax that the humans he entrusted Liyue to are such low-level whores?"

Ningguang was surprised at your words and the rough grip you had on her, but at the same time she couldn't help but be turned on by the situation.

"M-My Lord, you misunderstand. I wasn't....doing anything with him."

You gritted your teeth then rolled your hips into her, your clothed erection rubbing between her thighs and she fought back the moan in her throat.

"You'll say it was an official meeting, just an obligation? Yet you never reject any of these. Tell me, how many have you had since we met?"

Since you met referred to when the Jade Chamber was sacrificed, you had disclosed your identity to Ningguang after it to give her comfort that she's not alone and that Morax's Adepti are still with her.

"My Lord, you know I'm only—"

"Answer my question." you growled into her neck, grinding your hips more. She heard you unzip your pants and free your hardened cock then slip between her thighs again, pre-cum smearing on her undergarments and she let out a whine.

"F-Fifty, almost fifty now.... But I don't accept any of them beyond this first meeting, my Lord!"

You hissed through your teeth and pushed her further before pulling her hips close, her back arching more as she stabilised herself by keeping her hands on the wall.

"What's the point of having these first meetings?! Business? Your reputation? Their intents should be clear to you, they are all useless to you!" you growled near her ear once again, continuing to grind your hips into her and she mewled, she wanted you to be inside and ravage her but you were adamant to deny her pleasure.

"It's.... mhm.... It's only for appearances, my Lord~"

Your fingers dug in her hips as you pulled her into you before leaning on her back and wrapping your arms around her body, engulging her into your embrace. You nuzzled into her neck and inhaled her sweet scent, stopping your grinding for a moment.

"I hate it... I hate it when you give them a chance and they think they can have you. I hate it when they make you smile with their sweet talks, shower you with gifts and dare to touch you in any way. You are mine, Ningguang.... Only mine."

Ningguang's mind plunged in a lovey-dovey haze, she didn't expect you to say those words. Her heart was beating loudly, her own fluids now dripping down her thighs as she felt so turned on.

"Yet you...." you started grinding again, but this time she realized your cock had slipped inside her underwear and was rubbing her cunt directly now. Your tip continuously prodded her clit, making her shudder and breathless. Her slick coated your length and mixed with your own pre-cum, making it so easy for you to grind and seek your release.

"....Am I not enough for you, Ningguang? Is there something you don't like about me? I know I should have helped you long ago, but Morax forbid me. I will give you everything you want, be it any treasure or power that is out of reach for you. I ask for nothing in return but you... just you."

You groaned into her neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. Ningguang couldn't believe your words and felt extremely disappointed with herself, she really only did these meetings out of obligation but she didn't realize how you would see them.

"N-No, my Lord. Please... listen to me. I deeply apologize.... ngh... for making you feel that way, I never intended to. Please, hear me out..."

You hissed and your tip slipped inside Ningguang's hole, both of you gasping at the penetration. You said nothing more and fully focused on thrusting into her, you greedily kneaded her breasts before dipping your hand down and rubbing her clit.

"Aahn!~" Ningguang whimpered, arching more.

"Aah! My Lord! Please... let me! Aah— mmmph!~"

Ningguang's tantalizing moans and the sound of your hips slapping against her thighs echoed in the room, filling your ears. You bit down and sucked at her neck, a mark of your lips forming on her skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was so close.

"I'm going to fill you up, N-Ningguang!~"

"Yes! Please do, my Lord! I want you inside!~"

"Aaah.... s-say my name.... my real name~"

"Y/n.... please~ I want you, Y/n!~"

You grinned then buried yourself to the hilt as you finally released, your hot cum painting her insides. She moaned out loud as you fingered her clit and made her release as well, her walls clamped you tightly and you groaned, pouring more of your seed inside her. Both of you panted out, your arms holding her up as her knees lost all strength from the intense orgasm.

You pulled her up with you and turned her around then connected your lips with hers, she softly moaned into the kiss and wrapped her legs around your waist making you hold her up. You passionately kissed each other, your tongues dancing together. Ningguang could still feel your hard dick rubbing against her, knowing one round is never enough for you.

"My Lord— No, Y/n. I'm really sorry for making you feel that way, but I want you to understand why these things are necessary. However, from now on, I promise that I will make my intents clear from the beginning and reject those who have ulterior motives. Will you forgive me this time?"

Ningguang spoke earnestly, you knew she was serious and you trusted her wholeheartedly. You smiled with a nod then nuzzled into her neck, her fingers softly treading through your hair.

"I know you will never betray me, my light. And I know you keep all your meetings strictly professional and act with caution, it's my own weakness for becoming so.... "

"....Jealous?" Ningguang completed your sentence with a smirk, a chuckle coming from your lips.

"Don't forget who you are talking to, Tianquan~"

Ningguang smirked more and caressed your face, "You are really adorable when you are jealous, Y/n~"

"Adorable? Are you sure that's the correct term, Ningguang?"

"Hmm... perhaps, fierce or passionate are better?"

"Much better."

You laughed together then Ningguang pondered over what you spoke earlier, wondering how to refute that and show you that you were more than enough for her. All she needed was your love, and she didn't want you to think you were insufficient. But before she could speak, you picked her up and started walking out of the office.

"Y-Y/n, where are we going?" Ningguang asked in a startled voice.

"Home. I want to take you to my abode." Ningguang's eyes widened, this was the first time you'd take her to your adobe. She thought only Adeptus and Gods can go there, but she assumed humans would be allowed if you brought them. Within a few moments, a blinding white light surrounded her causing her to close her eyes and when she opened them, she was in a dreamy landscape surrounded by clouds and mountains.

"It's beautiful...." Ningguang spoke in a daze as she looked around. She wanted to take a stroll around and take in the scenery but you had other plans. You carried her to your room, ignoring all her protests and laid her on the bed.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Ningguang asked out of concern, gazing up at your silent stature. You then exhaled and dropped to your knees in front of her and held her hand, looking at her determinedly.

"Marry me, Tianquan Ningguang. Become my queen."

Ningguang's eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise, an Adeptus was actually proposing to her? This had to be a dream, but she knew it wasn't. Ningguang pondered for a moment then nodded with a smile, "It would be an honor, my Lord. If you deem me worthy then I'm more than happy to abide. I.... I was hoping so long for this, waiting for this day but I didn't know if I deserved it..."

"You do, it cannot be anyone else but you."

Tears filled Ningguang's eyes and she happily accepted, you smiled back then leaned in and gently kissed her. And soon enough, Ningguang was pinned on the bed all naked, her clothes discarded and hair sprawled on the sheets. Your lips engaged in a heated exchange, drinking each other's moans and breaths.

"I'm going to mark you, Ningguang. You will bear my child, your womb will belong to me. Do you want that?"

Ningguang was quick to agree, "Yes, please! My lord, give me your child!~"

You smiled and traced her lower lip with your thumb, parting her lips and she took in your thumb to suck on it.

"How obedient you are, my light. So needy to be filled by me~"

"Yes.... mhm.... please, my lord~"

You wasted no time and aligned your throbbing length with her hole then sheathed in a single thrust, Ningguang arched up with a loud moan feeling your dick penetrate her all the way through and prod her deepest spots. You raised her legs and rested them on your shoulders before leaning forward, enabling her to wrap her arms around your neck.

"Haaahn.... my Lord.... Y/n~"

Ningguang was panting, feeling your cock throb inside as if ready to burst any moment. You then set a deep and frantic pace, thrusting into her relentlessly. The bed shook vigorously with your movements, your thighs slapping Ningguang's hips and her unrestrained moans filling the room. She could feel every thrust you did, the way you scrapped her insides and your tip hammered against that one spot that made her see stars.

"Y/n! F-Fuck~ Aaah~ More....please.... my lord— oh Archons!~"

You watched Ningguang's body writhe under you, her breasts jiggling with every thrust and her face drowned in absolute pleasure. You shifted closer and pushed her legs to her chest, putting her in a mating press and ramming into her. Ningguang couldn't think of anything else now, just your face in front and the way your cock battered her so deep and so good. She watched your eyes glow and at the same time, your tip throbbed as you let out a thick load inside her.

She threw her head back and arched up, you held her by the waist and continued thrusting through your release, her body elevating from the bed and being held by you. You gazed at her abdomen and watched your elemental mark appear on her body, right above her womb. You smirked and the sight only made you release even more cum inside her. Ningguang felt like on fire, her insides burning from your hot seed and her legs trembled as she approached her own orgasm too.

"Aaah~ Y/n! Cumming... cummingg!!~"

Ningguang's moan was downright pornographic, so intense and hot. You felt proud to be the only one who could reduce her to this state, who had the privilege of watching her in this state. Her walls clamped hard on your cock and she squirted all over it, your cum and her juices mixing together. Oh, but you were far from over. You placed your hand over her abdomen where the mark formed and caressed it, "You'll have this mark forever, my treasure. You are mine in every way now."

"Aaahn~ Thank you.... my Lord~"

You pulled Ningguang up and placed her on your lap, your dick once again going inside deeply making her arch. "Oh, we are going to be here for a long time, my queen. I'm going to breed you all night~"

If Ningguang already wasn't hazy with pleasure, she definitely was now. She had no way of refusing, she wanted this— no, she needed this.

#genshin impact #genshin women #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #ningguang x reader #ningguang

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Just any genshin or aot girls of your choice watching 50 shades of gray with their s/o

I had this idea and was giggling at the thought of Lisa being like “gives me idea cutie…”😭

(Genshin impact) Lisa, Eula, Jean, Lumine, Yae, Ei, Yelan, Rosaria, and Ayaka, and Shenhe watching Fifty Shades of Grey with their S/O

I feel like I would be in danger considering the characters that are on this post.

NSF-W Implications below the cut!

(Lisa) "Oh my. This is an...interesting movie choice for us tonight, S/O."

S/O had shown Lisa many of these "movies". They ranged from comedic, serious, action-packed, name a genre, S/O would have it!

Though, she didn't predict "smut" to be on their movie library.

Part of her wonders if S/O was trying to tell her something by having this movie on tonight.

(Lisa) "You know, if you wanted to try something exciting in the bedroom, you could have just told me, dear.~"

Lisa teases as her fingers brush across their shoulder, giggling.

Lisa was highly amused by the movie, but can't help but wonder how anyone could've acted those scenes out with a straight face.

Well regardless, it definitely gave her some new ideas.

(Eula) "...What on earth did you put on, S/O?!"

Eula is blushing madly as the movie goes on, eventually just shaking her head and pausing the movie straight up.

She did not mind the selection S/O usually put on during movie nights, but this was too far!

Her heart couldn't take it Eula had far more class than whatever the hell this was!

(Eula) "I refuse to watch something so indecent! S/O, put on a different film at once, lest you incur my wrath!"

This time, she actually means it.

The fact they specifically chose this movie changes Eula's view on S/O on...certain topics.

She tries her best to keep the movie's scenes out of her mind lest she succumb to becoming a flustered mess.

Jean's face is blushing madly, her jaw slightly agape, and eyes wide open.

She could not peel her eyes off the screen, being completely speechless.

Jean does not look S/O in the eyes the entire duration, just remaining dead silent.

(Jean) "..."

It's only after the movie is done that she clears her throat.

(Jean) ahem "T-That...was an odd choice for a movie, tonight S/O."

She does not say a single thing about the movie other than that.

Jean's face is completely red, hoping that S/O wasn't going to say anything about it.

Barbatos help her, the movie is on her mind for at least then next week, even while at work.

Her flustered state gets worse when she envisions-

NOPE. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

(Jean) frustrated sigh

(Lumine) "...I think I would've liked an action movie better."

Lumine can't help but be a little flustered while watching the movie.

Especially with S/O sitting next to her as it goes on.

But it was made worse as Paimon was just sitting there, eating the popcorn.

(Paimon) "Uh...Paimon doesn't understand what's happening here. Why is she tied up?"

(Lumine) "Paimon, go get us some more popcorn. Now."

Paimon happily agrees to get more food as she shovels the remaining bucket into her mouth, leaving them alone.

Lumine crosses her arms and frowns at S/O.

(Lumine) "If you're trying to tell me something with this, I don't find it funny."

She would be taken more serious had her blush not completely overtaken her face.

(Yae) "Oh, they turned that book you lent me into a theatre production? How risque."

Yae is highly amused by watching the scenes she read acted out.

She also notices how many differences there were between the film and novels.

(Yae) "Hm. They do not pounce on each other nearly as much as they did in the text. I do not know if I am disappointed or relieved..."

Nitpicking aside, she enjoys the experience of watching the movie and comparing the book.

(Yae) "I wonder how this would do if I were to publish this in house. Would many people read it, or would it be forgotten?"

She shrugs and looks back at S/O, a dangerous glint in her eye.

(Yae) "Nevermind that. Is there a particular reason you wanted to show me this, little one? I doubt it was solely because you wanted to see my reaction."

She laughs upon seeing S/O's face, her hand covering her mouth.

Confusion, thy name is Ei.

There were so many questions she had throughout the movie, especially when it came to the spicier scenes.

(Ei) "Ana is getting tied up, is she about to be interroga-...Oh. They are naked. What exactly is happening to her?"

She just blinks in curiosity throughout the entire movie, her attitude barely shifting.

Ei feels like she has even more questions about what humans do in their off time than ever before.

(Ei) "Is this based off a true story? I do not feel like this is entirely healthy for humans to have. Unless we are the outlier?"

She doesn't really know what to think of the movie, honestly.

(Yelan) "Well, this is as subtle as Ningguang throwing the Jade Palace at whatever's inconveniencing her that day."

Honestly? Yelan finds the movie pretty entertaining.

Beats just doing nothing with her night.

But she can't help but wonder the implications of S/O choosing this movie of all things to watch.

Especially considering her Vision's powers.

Yelan had never really thought about using her strings that way before.

(Yelan) "I hope you're not planning on asking me to try everything we saw, S/O. I have more class than that. And I certainly hope you have higher standards than her."

Rosaria has a slight smirk the entire movie duration, not really commenting on anything aloud.

Not until the movie is finished that she speaks up.

(Rosaria) "I feel like I need a bath after watching that."

She leans back into the sofa, looking at S/O with an eyebrow raised.

(Rosaria) "Not that I hated watching it, but why exactly did you wanna show me this movie? I know you got your kinks, but I didn't think you were that freaky."

Rosaria chuckles as she simply moves to find another movie.

(Rosaria) "Not judging. Just surprised is all."

Ayaka didn't really know what to expect hearing the name.

But as the film progressed, her face scrunched up and cheeks heated faster than anything in her life had done.

The moment the first spicy scene hits, she's already sweating profusely as she turns to S/O, trying to ignore the sounds.

(Ayaka) "S-S/O! Could we change the movie?...Please?!"

She would literally watch anything other than this. Even the horror movies!

Ayaka was already embarrassed in the bedroom, there was no need to have it presented to her in such...such a degenerate form!

(Ayaka) "I would thank you if we were to not watch those kinds of movies S/O. Not that I am ungrateful for us spending time together but...But why that?!"

Shenhe's face barely moves the entire movie.

Her monotone voice simply speaks up during certain scenes like:

(Shenhe) "We do not do that when you are on top of me."

Or:

(Shenhe) "Is that how you're supposed to do it? What you do to me is very different."

Shenhe doesn't even blink at any of the more spicy scenes.

Shenhe unintentionally guts the eroticism out of the entire movie, watching it as if it was some kind of guide on how romance should be done.

Regardless, it's something Shenhe doesn't approve of, at all.

(Shenhe) "That did not look enjoyable. Thank you for treating me well, S/O. May we watch another movie?"

Shenhe puts on something that she can understand far better, and was far more enjoyable.

She doesn't even really think about Fifty Shades of Grey. For her, it was a movie, and that was about the extent of it.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #lisa minci x reader #eula x reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #lumine x reader #yae miko x reader #ei x reader #yelan x reader #rosaria x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #shenhe x reader #lisa minci #eula lawrence #jean gunnhildr #yae miko #ei raiden #yelan genshin impact #rosaria genshin impact x reader #rosaria genshin impact #ayaka kamisato #shenhe genshin impact #lumine genshin impact

[solar-sunnyside-up]

hey! sorry to bother you, but is there anything a teen without transportation in a rural area can do on their own? im pretty isolated, and theres barely anything around me.

Hey ya sprout 🌱

**A disclaimer Punk comes with some risk socially. Particularly if your in a rural area this risk goes up bc people Know You and also typically these spaces have a different vibe to alt ppl in general. Some activities are more or less risky and I'll try and do my best to give you a range of stuff from the whole spectrum! Of course this is a generalization of rural areas. Some palaces will be more cool then others depending in so many factors I couldn't go into here**

Rural solarpunk

Your gunna been to pick a topic, sorry babe. In order to not burn yourself out and in order to feel like you have an impact your gunna have to pick a cause to chip away at but I'll give you ideas! And remember just bc your focusing on one thing doesn't mean your ignoring or not helping others. Everything is interconnected and any help, helps all!

So let's give you some ideas to focus on:

Libraries- as a teen in particular you'll have access to a library at school, but depending on how big your town is you might have a public one as well. Become their biggest supporter! They are a great safe space, even conservative ones are still a good place to go for archiving/loitering purposes. They give you spaces to print stuff, to build clubs and community.

Archiving- if you cannot leave your house due to access you can always do stuff online and hear me out, i know when we do stuff online it feels like half points. Like we arent doing anything. I feel that with this blog, it feels so passive no matter how hard you work youll feel lesser. But Archiving is vital to humans! Think of the anthropologists wholl thank you down the road! Plus it does actually give you a way to have a physical representative of work your doing. Dvds, pirating media and archiving them to drives, collecting vinyls/tapes/cds!

DIY- To fight against fast fashion (although that barely exists in the towns I've been in tbh) and to stick out** you could make your own patches, battlejackets, gloves, etc.. They are statement pieces you can wear whenever your in town/at school/social spaces that ppl know what you stand for and who you are. Depending on who/where you are this might be risky so take what you can bare ok? You don't have to wear these items too you can just make them for later on!

Little libraries/little pantries- in a rural space you have more Gruella tactics you can take if you do them in random abandoned spaces. You could build a waterproof little pantry and stock it and leave info somewhere about it for ppl to drop off/pick up items. Stock it with mittens! With canned goods! With books! You might be able to do a space like this at school/library depending in how cool your town is too!

Zines- You could look into making a zine and even if it's digital you could have the QR code for download in places (stickers on lamp posts, flyers in school bathrooms, hidden in a churches pamphlet stacks >.>) making a zine is a cool task that is time consuming and informative and fun!

Vandalism- like I said you can often print off stuff at Libraries, or usually you can find a place to print stuff off near or at post offices depending on how modern your rural space is. if you have your own printer this will reduce your risk by quite a bit though! Create/find stickers or posters you want to toss across town or even school. I'd recommend starting off with some stickers and see how their handled, dipping your toes is important with these kinda things. If your really feeling it, and you know some abandoned places Moss Graffiti is also a good option! I've know ppl who have converted old abandoned stored to skate parks (I honestly have no idea how they built the ramps out of concrete but damn!! Good job guys!)

Also I'll leave you with 2 book recommendations as well-

Moxie - a RIOT GRRRL story about a girl who gets so fed up with her conservative town she makes a feminist zine and distributes it via girl bathrooms (even having a basically me too stickers and encouraging ppl to put it on boys lockers who have assaulted them). I know there's a movie, didn't seem to capture the same vibe tho so book!

Braiding Sweetgrass - this focuses a lot on reconnecting and adding story to nature around us and having science along side spirituality

#sporut guide #reaping week #solarpunk #hopepunk #anticapitalism #punk #rural #cottagecore #community #ecopunk #direct action

[bakacentipede]

'Nanami Kento, your dear husband and the father of your child can never get enough of you.'

warning: 18+ content, dilf nanami, breeding kink, cockwarming, choking kink, oral, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, hitting, unprotected sex, praise kink, foreplay and idk what not!

Disclaimer: TW, not for minors, nsfw

You've been married to Kento for three year now and you have a beautiful daughter whose almost two years old now. It makes you happy knowing you're the only one he loves dearly. Kento's love language is definitely acts of service, no matter how tired he is he'll do whatever he can to make your burdens lighter. He's honestly the best you can ever ask but as a normal couple you both do have your lows. Most of the times you both argue about the stupidest things possible but it wasn't the same today. You haven't properly talked to eachother for a week now. Although you were at fault and you apologized too but Kento just wouldn't listen. Taken over by your ego, you gave up on apologizing, waiting for him to reach out to you at this point.

The reason behind your argument was simple, Kento had planned a little date for the both of you, he even dropped off your daughter at your parents' house so you both could enjoy some time alone. He had told you about the date but it literally slipped your mind and went to a colleague's birthday party the same night. Kento was not only upset about you missing the date but also you attended the birthday party of the colleague he despised the most. According to your husband, that particular colleague is just "trying to get into your pants" and you were aware of that but you couldn't have declined the invitation as he had invited the WHOLE staff but really, you had just forgotten about the date. You had apologized a shit ton of times but Nanami just wouldn't listen but it was killing you not being able to talk to your best friend. Other than that your sexual desires were going insane, and you know it's the same for Kento too because you both have a crazy sex life it's like you can't keep your hands off of eachother every time you're around eachother whether it's after coming back from work or even when you wake up in the morning. You can't help it though, Kento literally sends you up in heaven with his skills.

It was your day off today, you tried to keep your mind preoccupied with chores the whole day and playing with your daughter. Time went by peacefully and then in the evening you heard the door unlock, signaling kento's arrival. You heard him Whisper a little "I'm home" as he entered the house exhausted. He hardly payed any attention to you which obviously hurt like a motherfucker. Kento cleaned his hands and straight up cuddled your daughter, playing with her.

Dinner was well, different because the tension in the room made it suffocating. You exchanged a few sentences with eachother like "how was your day?" "the food is good" which were replied back with monotonous remarks. Later it was time for bed, you had cleaned yourself up and Kento was just reading a book. You put your daughter to sleep and went to put her in her own room. As you were returning back and were about to open your bedroom door you heard strange noises coming from the room. You tried really hard to listen but couldn't make out what was happening so you tried to take a peak from the slightly opened door and the scene in front you made you take a deep breath, you saw Kento pleasuring himself, shakily whispering your name and ofcourse since he has been getting on your nerves you HAD to cockblock him which you did. You barged into the room making the door hit the wall, the sound of the impact surprising Kento as he quickly tried to put his dick back in his pants, his cheeks glowing red. You didn't even look at him as you went to your vanity to start up with your night time skin care. You could feel him staring daggers at your back but he didn't speak up a word.

You stripped out of your clothes to change into something comfortable to sleep in but you had something else in mind. You took out your little black satin lingerie dress and put it on with nothing else underneath it and slipped under the covers. The whole time Kento was staring at you, watching your moves carefully as he was aware what you were trying to do. As you went under the covers you faced the other side of the room waiting for him to do something. You felt him turn towards you inching closer, you could feel his boner on your butt making you bite you lip with the thought of him touching you after days. He slowly put his hands on your thighs and moved it to your stomach. He brought his lips closer to your ear, "You've been acting like a bitch again, it's been quite awhile since I taught you a lesson, right darling?" His voice sent shivers down your spine making you squeeze your legs but you wouldn't ever lose to him so you continued with your cold act. "I'm not in the mood Kento, go to sleep or whatever I don't care." You lied without missing a beat. "Oh but I'm sure-" Kento moved his hands to your aching sex as he jammed his two fingers inside roughly without even giving you time to prepare "-your body says otherwise, look how wet you are darling and I haven't even properly touched you." He kept his fingers inside not moving them at all making you impatient. "Do you know how painful it was for me to hear you pleasure yourself and moan my name almost every night for the last couple of days while you thought I was fast asleep?" Kento whispered in your ear, all your blood rushing to your cheeks.

Kento slowly and painfully started to pump his fingers in and out of you making you wince in pain and pleasure. "I thought you weren't in the mood?" Kento mocked, his voice raspy. The quenching sound of your pussy and your whimpers filled the room and Kento's dick was hard and throbbing. He pulled his fingers out of you making you cry out with the sudden lack of warmth of his hands. You sat up on your knees throwing away the duvets you were under and stripping away to show Kento how needy you were for him. Kento hungrily looked at you, devouring all of you with his eyes. He put his hand around his neck and pulled you down on him, the act making the heat unbearable between your legs.

Kento spanked your ass with his free hands making you scream in pain, "That's my good girl" he whispered against your lips. Even though you knew you can never win against him but the urge to dominate him was strong that you slapped him on his cheeks and sat your ass on his face. It took a minute for him to understand what you were trying to do, "Oh i'm so gonna get you back for that shit" he growled and dived right into your folds. Licking and sucking on every spot that made you tremble. He knew your body way too well, it was almost humiliating. You pulled down his trousers and tried to suck him off the best you could do but the feeling of his mouth eating you all up made it too difficult to be steady. Your moans were too loud, you were scared that your daughter might wake up but oh lord Kento overpowered you with his skills.

You were now being flipped onto your stomach, you could hear him shuffling through his drawer. He then started tying your wrist up with something behind your back, it must be his tie, you thought. You arched your back and wiggled your butt for him to see your leaking hole which made him let out a moan. He pulled you to him with the tie around your wrist and thrusted into you harshly hitting your cervix, you let out a scream and in an instant his other hand moved over your lips, "Keep your voice low, my whore. You wouldn't wanna wake our daughter up and make her witness her mom's filthy moans, would ya?" He spit out loudly.

You shut your lips up dreading that horrifying scenario. You felt Kento move again but in an extremely slow pace which made you whimper for more.

"You want me to go harder, princess?" he whispered in your ear as he thrusted in you teasingly. You felt so needy and desperate that all you could respond back with was a cry. Kento increased his pace and his every thrust got deeper and deeper as he kept whispering dirty words in your ears.

His touch was so rough, the way he grabbed and clawed on your skin and the way his dick throbbed inside you, all felt so rough, as if he was punishing you but well, obviously you loved that because he knows his little princess loves being treated like nothing but a whore, his whore.

You wanted to see him fucking you and you wanted to see how hot he probably looked as he completely destroyed you. "Daddy" you moaned out the nickname he likes the most, "what?" he growled. "Can I please see your face while you fuck me?" you cried out with pleasure.

Without uttering a word, he dragged you harshly by your tied hands infront of a mirror and bent you over against the table and oh my god he looked sexy. He was hitting all of your sensitive spots, railing you so good that you were drooling out your mouth and your eyes were rolled back. He held eye contact with you through the mirror and every time you'd look away, he'd slow down or either pull out and that shit was driving you insane.

"P-please m-moree", you somehow managed to moan out these words out of your mouth. He grabbed you by your hair and threw you in bed and climbed on top of you and spread your legs wide apart. "You have no idea how much I fucking love you, this past week was unbearable." He bent down and kissed your lips, circling your clit with his fingers. He put his fingers inside you just to pull it out seconds later which caused you to let out a bratty whine. Kento licked and sucked on the same fingers he had just put inside you, "God baby you taste so good, I can never get enough of you." And that was FUCKING HOT.

He put his dick back inside you, not teasing you anymore but going at a rhythmic pace and kissing your lips whenever he could. After a short while of showing you love and care, he increased his pace little by little, his thrusts getting deeper and harder causing your legs to tremble and his dick twitching inside of you.

You both were a bloody mess, cusses shooting out of your mouths, your bodies shaking against eachother, your grip onto eachother getting tighter, "fuck daddy can I cum please", you cried out loudly amd begged.

"Cum for daddy, my slut," he attached his lips onto yours, your moans getting louder and within seconds you both came together, he didn't pull out and painted all your walls with his release and held you into that position for a few more minutes until his breath steadied.

He slowly pulled out of you, wincing in pleasure, "That's my good girl" he cooed and gently kissed your forehead and went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. You laid there on the bed, naked with his cum dripping out of you while you waited for him to come back.

"That was fucking good" you thought to yourself. Just then, your darling husband came back with a wet towel in his hand and cleaned you all up nicely AND OFCOURSE THE BED TOO and helped you put your clothes back on and held your hand while you took a wee cause you were literally about to fall asleep any second.

You both cuddled up to eachother, as he sang you your favourite songs and kissed your forehead so gently and watched you fall asleep in his arms. He couldn't keep his eyes open either and looked at you one last time, "i love you my darling", he murmured and slipped into a deep slumber with you in his arms.

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HEY GUYS ITS YOUR BESTIE THE CENTIPEDE SAMA!!!!

I know I KNOW I DISAPPEARED FOR LIKE MONTHS???? I WAS JUST DEPRESSED AHAHA AND THIS POST HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES. I FINALLY COMPLETED IT AND IM SO HAPPY!!!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS LIL NANAMI SMUT CAUSE WELL HE DADDY AF AND PLEASE SHARE IT AND SHOW THIS LITTLE CENTIPEDE SOME LOVE! AND DONOT FORGET TO COMMENT AND LIKE<33333

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[dollypopup]

adaptations, relatability, and the internal landscape of the polin fandom

polin fandom is an interesting place to be in right about now. having been here for a good while, it's been fascinating to see it through the changes. and i think it's particularly interesting because we are currently on the knife's edge of a full split in fan thinking. why? well, i would say that it's because of the biggest change between the show and the books: age

we went from a story between a 28 year old woman established in her career and accepting the shape of her life and a 33 year old man untethered from his feelings and desires, attempting to be what society wants of him coming together after more than 10 years of little moments to a '2 years pining for him is too long' love story between a 19 year old woman still figuring out who she is and what she wants to say and how to say it and a 22 year old man who is ultimately isolated not necessarily from his own feelings but particularly from much of everyone else

that is to say, in particular with age: they are living a reflection of Violet and Edmund's early love story. not necessarily their own in the original source material. and that, of course, will have an impact

Polin's romance as it is now is vastly different and i see that echoed in the fandom, as well. there's been a massive change in how it was even just a year ago. if you look through the archives, this is very evident. namely, now it skews much more immature, mostly because the couple themselves are immature. I don't say immature as an insult, either. I say it in a much more objective way. See, Polin went from being the oldest pair to fall in love to the youngest. that will have a drastic impact on their narrative. as well as the fandom. fans of early material are more of the mind of 'i want them to pine for so long and so intensely that when he FINALLY tells her he loves her we collapse on the floor' whereas fans of current material are in the '2 years??? girl move on, there are plenty more fish in the sea'

and it causes a wide divide, though there is less discussion about it. the fandom has flattened into a few different tropes with much more tension between them because, ultimately, i think we are fans of different couples. or, at least, differing dynamics. and so we have differing, oftentimes completely opposing wants for their outcome

the Polin I first fell in love with took an entire decade to marinate and blend together. Penelope pined for years realizing that it was fruitless and eventually coming to recognize that her love was, ultimately, for her. and she accepted that. and she was content. she had accepted who she was and any changes she made were for herself. this appeals to an older demographic, a demographic who relates to that particular story. who loved and lost and realized that's a part of life. who love and lose and love, still. this Penelope follows a long, rich line of career women characters who come home to their pets and a to-do list and live meaningful lives through that. love comes around and catches them off guard, and they suddenly live the whirlwind romance of their dreams

likewise with Colin, he'd been running for years, looking and exploring and trying to find who he, ultimately, was. and he failed. failed the way so many of us will and do. he failed for a decade. he wanted to live up to the shadow his father left, the shadow his older brother casts, and he couldn't. he looked for meaning in other places and didn't find it. he didn't find it at 21. or 25. or 29. or 31. he was purposeless and confused, he had no direction and he was 33 going 34. no job, no future, just a rut he kept walking in hoping eventually the depth of routine would provide meaning and it didn't. ultimately, he realizes that the person who can push him and knock him off his axis is the person who has been there all along, and he falls fast and hard, making up for lost time in the euphoria of that

in this universe: their romance is them clicking together like two parts of a model railroad. Colin feeling jealous that Penelope found *her* purpose, right there in Mayfair, and he couldn't. that she became brave because she accepted who she was internally, and that he was afraid to show who HE was because he was so accustomed to being what other people wanted him to be. that they learned from one another in that aspect. Penelope learning to flourish externally and Colin learning to be content internally. like a hand hold where the fingers fill the spaces.

but Colin in the show has no reason to feel any pressure about not having found his purpose because he's twenty-two. Who amongst us found our purpose at TWENTY-TWO? I sure as shit didn't. And this lowers the stakes for him and the emotional impact of that. He's meant to be aimless and making mistakes. It's more than acceptable. In his early to mid thirties? That carries different weight. And same for Penelope. a 28 year old woman content with who she is and her choices in life is relatable to different people than a 19 year old throwing anything at the wall and seeing if it will stick whenever something goes wrong. and that also carried different weight for her because like. . . when i was 19 i was still sniffing scented markers until i was dizzy. of COURSE she's bumbling and fucking up.

Penelope in the show is young and confused, she's trying her best and she's fucking up in it. She's attached so much of her existence to WHAT she does as opposed to WHO she is. This is relatable to many, many people. People early in their careers, particularly. People fresh in school. People trying to 'make it'. She's made mistakes she now has to learn how to bounce back from because they're some of her early messes, as opposed to her counterpart who has already done that work. Instead of coming to an internal understanding of herself, she looks for external validation through her work. Penelope in the show is more akin to a tea-channel as opposed to a 'Ask Miss Manners' column. she cares about what her viewership says, as though she is checking the comments. she obsessed over the criticism, as an early start influencer would. her story is coming to a contentment internally. this is work that book Penelope has already done in her own love story

Colin, likewise, is similarly young and confused, but interestingly, more aware of who he is. When he tells Penelope that he came to understand himself on his travels, if he's being honest, then he is already farther ahead in his maturity than *his* counterpart. He is more introspective, vs. being able to read a room. His charm is different. Whereas in the book, Colin was traveling to find external validation, in the show, Colin travels to find internal validation. And he finds it. It is not a lack of understanding of *himself* that has him unable to see what is in front of him, but rather time. Colin has mostly known Penelope from when she was a minor. It makes sense he doesn't see her in a romantic light. Colin is still lost in the sauce, but in a different way. He's lost in the goings-on of his family and the world around him. He is trying to bridge what he knows of himself with what he is told being a Man is and coming to terms with the fact that he doesn't have to subscribe to someone else's ideal of manhood to be, himself, well established. Colin, in the show, has done the work that Colin in the books is actively engaged in for his story.

we, as a result, are trying to bridge what the book and show are, and that causes tension. there has been a LOT of tension in this fandom because all these changes, ultimately, flip Polin's dynamic. This is where the 'she should have multiple suitors' vs. 'no, that makes no sense for her narrative' comes from. This is where 'it's a much better story if he's jealous of her finding her purpose' vs. 'what? nah, he should be the green eyed monster when she dances w/ someone else' comes from. This is the 'she would never ignore him like that, they're meant to be friends' vs. 'boi fucked up, she has every right to ghost him' comes from. we ship, essentially, two different couples.

well, two different dynamics, at the very least.

add in how they changed LW and you have a perfect storm. book readers and fans are relatively horrified by how Penelope uses LW to punch down repeatedly, whereas show fans see LW as a means of empowerment. this is also a case of age. s!Penelope does not have the time under her belt to recognize that she has other options. LW is *a* option, but s!Penelope makes it *the* option. VS in the book, LW is very much more of a 'this happened today' type of situation. She doesn't publish about her friends, she doesn't agonize, she doesn't commit harms. LW is her triumph because it is a decade-long publication that occupied her time and gave her days meaning. LW in the show is a two years long scandal sheet that has actively pushed away her close connections.

i'm fascinated for how the show is also going to bridge the source material with the current love story they're depicting and how that will change the fandom once more. it feels like we're somewhere between the before and the after of it all, standing in the middle of the rope bridge

it makes sense to me that it's a bit rickety, then, all things considered

#polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton s3 #what is this? dolly with a meta analysis? and the sky is blue lol

[0fth34byss]

Perfectly Misaligned | Part 1

"I see in a different light // The objects of my desire" - Alkaline by Sleep Token

Will Ramos x female reader

MDNI 🔞⚠️: mild fluff, nothing 🌶

1,187 words

They say opposites attract. Something you thought to be bullshit up until the moment you met Will Ramos. That was the moment your whole world changed.

Will is a popular deathcore vocalist who likes fast cars, has piercings and a body illustrated with tattoos. You, on the other hand, are a (self-proclaimed) plain Jane history nerd, who felt radical when you got a nostril piercing after a friend dared you. The contrast was so stark, your best friends didn't believe you when you eventually told them you were in the talking stage with Will. Even once your relationship with Will was well-established, you’d still endure comments from family and friends telling you Will was out of your league and that you were the opposite of ‘rockstar’s girlfriend material’.

Will was always the first to reassure you when the comments had you doubting yourself. The love between you both was the kind people dream of where you feel connected on a spiritual level. Your differences didn't matter to either of you. In fact, the differences had helped to bring you closer together through introducing one another to new experiences and hobbies, whilst still being able to hold on to your individuality.

Feelings had blossomed over months of taking the time to get to know each other after you literally ran into him on your way to the office. The pair of you still laughed about it almost three years later, always happy to bring up the story when you were asked about how you’d met - no matter how many times you’d told it.

You'd woken up, bleary-eyed and lethargic - like most mornings - and decided to hit the snooze button a few too many times. You were no morning person so it wasn’t uncommon to find yourself having to sprint for the bus after speed-showering and completing the steps of your morning routine two at a time. However on this particular morning, as you were (what can only be described as) hurtling down the street to the bus stop. You were literally stopped in your tracks when you slammed into the most striking brown-eyed man you'd ever come across.

He took your breath away in more ways than just the impact knocking the wind out of you.

“I'm. Sorry. I. Didn't. See. You. Fuck!” you stammered in between inhaling deeply to refill your lungs with oxygen.

“Whoa, Shit. Ummm. You good?” the handsome stranger replied as he looked down at you, his wild curls falling in front of his face which hosted a soft smile.

Goosebumps formed on your arms and your face flushed. You were completely dumbfounded and could feel heat prickling the back of your neck despite the cool morning air. Your thighs clenched together, providing a temporary fix for longing you suddenly felt between your legs.

“I’m so sorry. I- I'm running late and… I'm sorry,” you managed, tearing your eyes away from his gentle gaze. “Did I hurt you? Oh my God. Are you okay?”

“Don't worry about me. I think you've winded yourself. Maybe you should sit down,” he said, gesturing toward a wooden bench around 10 yards away.

“I can't. If I'm late again, my boss might actually kill me,” you groaned sarcastically, attempting to make a joke.

Then he flashed you a smile, and you could have sworn everyone else on the street disappeared.

“Promise me you're okay, or I'll cancel my tattoo appointment right now and personally go to your boss and explain I'm the asshole who made you late!”

You couldn't help but giggle. “You don't have to be this nice about it. I'm the asshole who was running down the street. I literally ran into you! Wait. Tattoo appointment? Are you going to be late now too?!” You panicked.

“I have plenty of time. Hey, let me give you my number, and you can let me know how you are later,” he said, almost hopefully.

Taking your phone out of your bag, you opened the phone book app and handed it to him. You watch as he typed in his details, observing the way he furrowed his brow when he concentrated and slightly tilted his head to the side. When he handed you back your phone and his soft fingers grazed your own, and you had to fight against your buckling knees.

“I'm Will, by the way,” he said, leaving his fingers in contact with yours for as long as possible before your lateness made you pull away.

“Nice to meet you, Will. I’m y/n,” you replied in a sultry manner as you put your phone back in your back and turned to walk away.

You walked as quickly as you could without breaking into a run, turning back a few times to see Will was still watching you. You rounded the corner and jogged the rest of the way to the bus stop, barely making it in time. The ride to work was a daze, with your only thoughts being of Will and his kindness… and those eyes.

You pulled out your phone and typed out a message, pressing send before you lost your nerve:

Hey Will, I'm really sorry about running into you. Are you sure you aren't hurt?

How about I take you to dinner to make it up to you? - y/n

Since that fateful day, you'd move in together and made all kinds of crazy plans, which you would carry out when work schedules allowed.

Right now, Will was in the studio with the band, recording their next album. Although studio days were long days and he would almost always get home really late, you didn't mind because it still meant you'd get to see him each day - unlike when he was away on tour.

Will was exhausted when he eventually got home at around 1am. He flopped into bed next to you, pulling you into a comforting embrace as he nuzzled his face in your neck. Rolling over to face him, you rested your hands on his face and pulled him in until his lips made contact with yours, opening your mouth slightly. He tasted like toothpaste as your tongues slowly moved against each other. You were both too tired to take it further so you slowly and reluctantly drifted away from each other.

You pressed your forehead to his as you asked him about his day, “Did you get much tracked, baby?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Almost two complete songs. I've also been asked to do a photoshoot for a boutique downtown tomorrow, so Adam and Andrew are going to track guitars.”

“Sounds like it's going well. Is it a last minute shoot?” you murmured, half asleep.

“No. They've had a model drop out so reached out to a bunch of people in the area and turns out I said ‘yes’ first,”

“I've always said if the music career tanks, you could make it as a model.”

Will chuckled to himself as you fought to stay awake. “Go to sleep, baby. We'll talk about my career options in the morning. I love you,” he whispered, leaving delicate kisses on your nose, cheek and lips.

Part 2

#will ramos x reader #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos #william ramos #will ramos fanfic #will ramos fic #will lorna shore #lorna shore fic #lorna shore fanfiction #lorna shore

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Masterlist

"Masterlist? What is that?"

"it's mostly a record of the writings here, feel welcome to have a look and see if something catches your eye" she turns around and points to the the book detailing where every book or pages should

"last time I updated it was February 16, so it can get a bit behind but usually everything is in here"

Genshin impact

"a magical land where people are able to handle elements as they please, a bit too fantastical for my liking but she seems to enjoy writing them"

Ancient language au

A bouquet of feelings

Sometimes actions have unexpected consequences. Good thing Aether knows how to fix this one.

A long forgotten tongue slips away from their lips to the ears of people who believe it's their god's language

Read my lips

"to suddenly be left in a world where I couldn't read anything... Such a torture"

Universal language

After alhaitham found your ability you were almost forced to work for the academia translating works, some misunderstandings arise

Great sage au

A foreign face settles as a country's sage and tries to help, even when it isn't all that easy

Prologue

As a former player the new great sage had a nice base of knowledge to stand on plus some new tools

Such a backstabber

His duty with sumeru has gotten him into a trail leading to you and believes you to be a danger. For some reason the proof he has reminds you of something… wait a minute.

Over tea

Luckily after cyno recognized them as not guilty they were allowed to return to their position and enjoy their new found love for tea. Seemingly the nation's calmness has lead to people allowing themselves to fantasize about their bosses’ love life

Everything feels so beautiful

"this one fits in the timeline but I'm not sure if even the writer knows how or when..."

Secret husband timeline

Be it because of secretiveness or nobody believing it was possible nobody found out about your marriage with the iudex until someone says it straight up. Oops

The first two are two different beginnings

How the iudex sleeps

"why did she choose for him to have a resemblance with otters? Even then it's a really sweet domestic piece"

Melusines say the darndest things

sometimes children can slip up and accidentally say more than desired. In this case the journalists are very happy about that.

Drabbles

Would they peel an orange for you?

"mhmm... I wonder why she chose oranges, I think she likes better pomegranate. Wouldn't it be more fitting 'would they open a pomegranate for you?' but I guess at the end it's the same intention"

Do they know if you wear silver or gold?

"I only ever wear this uniform, I'm not really sure how important that kind of stuff is"

Types of baby daddy

"my father has been a 'baby daddy' many times, including my and my sisters' conception and many of our half siblings. Despicable man. He even runs as fast as the thunders he throws so he is hard to catch"

Your ex in my body or me in their body

"seemingly this question is used to pick a fight with your lover, I'm not sure why would you, though"

Ideas

"some blurbs or unrefined concepts, maybe in the future they can become something more polished"

Npc sagau

"suddenly strangers and your loved ones start acting as mindless zombies and only certain people seem to wake up but you are unable to know when... It sounds stressful doesn't it?"

Living together (npc sagau)

"it would make sense for them to live close by the only people you can speak with"

Obey me

"It's a kind of undefined academic environment in hell? I heard from other visitors that highschool and university are difficult and sometimes unenjoyable but isn't this a bit too on the nose? Either way seemingly she could romance demons, angels and a... Regular human? I'm sure she did not... My goodness"

Night bringer saga

All this happen during night bringer but aren't particularly connected or in a particular timeline!

Love language: acts of service

After being temporarily transformed into a demon you find that there are some gaps in your knowledge of demon features care but Solomon is very happy to help

With the firstborn's ring I made you mine

A before bed chat with Solomon leads to you showing some concerns about wearing the ring of light so openly and he offers himself as a scapegoat

Love language, gift giving

He is old enough and famous enough that he can spend some money on superfluous gift and extra candies as long as you smile at him

The sorcerer's demonic firstborn

Nobody is exempt from Mother nature's cruel whims, not even the all powerful sorcerer that defied death. Some friends of yours help you with your dream

Twisted wonderland

"another fantasy setting that happens in a world where people can use Magic and a school? I'm seeing a pattern with her likings. Just tell me she wrote for a prince or a future king or- it's just a guy with white hair again? No just because he is sleepy doesn't make him different, writer..."

Forced fairytale

The tale of the sleeping beauty is one he holds dear, be it because it's related to his great grandmother or his dorm, malleus can't help but feel like silver and the prefect would be such a perfect modern retelling.

#masterlist #genshin impact #sagau #sagau x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #grand sage au #ancient language au #drabbles #npc sagau #npc au #obey me #obey me shall we date #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #twisted wonderland silver #silver x reader #twst silver x reader

[karamazovposting]

On Ivan and bipolar disorder (part one)

I've never seen anyone talk about this and it doesn't surprise me considering most people don't really know what bipolar disorder actually is (the stereotypes are all wrong and good representation in media is rare, sigh) and while I'm not saying my interpretation is the only correct one as I'm a firm believer that anyone can see whatever they want in art and that's a beautiful thing, in my opinion there are enough things about Ivan's behaviour and character that make my bipolar Ivan Karamazov agenda worthy of being pushed a little.

This first part will be more of an introduction where I'll just talk, in general, about what I picked up on in the first half of the novel and then in the next parts (I don't know how many there'll be yet, there's a lot of stuff to say) I'll get more specific by going over Ivan's inner world and the more significant events that made me think yeah this young man definitely needs some lithium.

Let's start with this: I know every Dostoevsky character is fucked up in their own way, that's pretty much his thing, but there is a difference between being a little fucked up and being actually mentally ill. There's just something about Ivan that made something in my brain click and go bipolar, which has never really happened before.

Do I think Dostoevsky deliberately chose to make Ivan so bipolar coded? Considering at the time there was barely a name for this disorder (which isn't even the same name we use today), let alone an actual diagnosis, no. But as someone who is diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I think his character makes a lot more sense if we see him as suffering from it. I even talked about this to my therapist who has read the book and he sees my vision too (lmao).

The thing that I'm sure jumps to someone's mind when it comes to Ivan and the topic of mental illness is the psychotic episode he goes through after Fyodor's murder, and while it kind of sustains my thesis on its own already, I thought he was bipolar coded way before that, because in my opinion there are a lot of subtle signs and behaviours that are kind of like little puzzle pieces that need to be put together to get to see the bigger picture, as bipolar disorder is not just the episodes someone goes through but also the impact those episodes have on them. It's a disorder that shapes the person, their brain chemistry and patterns and therefore their life in an irreversible way.

What initially struck me was how angry Ivan actually is. We don't really see it at first solely because we don't really see much of him in general, but I think that after he pushes Maksimov off the carriage without saying a word or explaining himself to his father we open some sort of Pandora's box. After that, almost every time he appears in the first half of the novel, he's angry. At the top of my head I can only think of two instances where he's not: when talking to Katerina before leaving for Moscow, which is also the first time we see him show an emotion other than anger (and it only took him, what? More than 300 pages? Yeah, relatable), and when he's at lunch with Alyosha shortly after. Other than that, he's always angry, and it's so visceral that I couldn't help but think that he feels that particular kind of deep rage only someone with bipolar disorder is capable of feeling (I personally nicknamed bipolar disorder the always fucking angry disorder). The way he's so deeply and irrationally angry that he feels himself shake and has to collect himself in order to not beat up Smerdyakov? The way he can't let it go and engages in conversation with him even though he himself doesn't even know why he's feeling or doing any of that? The way he treats his father? That's undiagnosed/untreated behaviour, I've been there. It may feel weird or even absurd if you're not familiar with this disorder, but there's a reason why the term bipolar rage is a thing: it is indeed on another level. It also seems like the only emotion he's comfortable with showing is anger and that's why it seems to be his only emotional outlet, as he didn't seem that eager to open up in front of Katerina and even when alone with his own brother you can feel some sort of awkwardness coming from him. I'll go into the specifics of that particular interaction with Alyosha in the future, but I think that after that Ivan's, very emotion-centered, character arc officially starts to develop as his relationship with his own feelings finally and slowly starts to change and becomes a tool to get him closer to the other characters. It's obviously not linear and I really like that, it feels very realistic.

Anyway, at first I thought I was just projecting, lots of people have anger issues and showing one symptom of something doesn't mean you have it, diagnostic criterias exist for a reason. The thing is, the more I read the more I noticed that not only Ivan happens to meet a lot of them, but he also shows some behaviors and has some personality traits that can easily be interpreted as bipolar coded (as I said a few paragraphs ago): his complex and peculiar type of loneliness, the emotional outbursts, his own perception of himself compared to how the other characters speak of him, his traumatic childhood, his attitude towards life (and death), the reasons behind his relationship with God and religion, his curated persona, the fact that no one seems to understand him. Not to mention he's described as having experienced depression and anguish multiple times in the past, and in a particular occasion in the novel not even knowing why (this one point in particular is very important as it connects to his attitude towards life and death, which is the most bipolar coded thing about him to me). All things I'll go over with more detail in the future when I'll get to his inner world.

For now I'll say that the main thing about bipolar disorder is that it fucks up one's emotions a lot, causing "inappropriate" or "abnormal" (for a lack of better terms) and exaggerated emotional responses and reactions in the people who have it (which usually manifest as the epic highs and lows the average person has at least heard of, but it can and does get more complicated than that) and I genuinely don't think Ivan reacts normally to anything, ever; the most noticeable thing to me is that his default reaction to anything, no matter what it is, is laughter. We also see him get extremely anxious to the point of being physically unwell and spiral a little after Smerdyakov and Fyodor tell him to go to Cermašnja due to what the former told him, which made me go damn, no one died yet and he's already paranoid?. His emotional regulation is a mess and he's so real (and bipolar) for that.

Another quite important thing about bipolar disorder is that it makes every emotion more intense to the point of confusion and being all over the place, which causes a person with bipolar disorder's emotional responses and reactions to be the way they are. Now, I'm not proclaiming myself as the one and only True Ivan Karamazov Understander, but I do think people tend to focus too much on his façade of coldness and on the darker side of his story, causing them to forget about how actually fun, passionate and almost childish he is at times. Ivan feels, and he feels deeply, and it isn't fair to overlook that just because he rarely shows it. Extreme rationality and collectedness can often also be a way to try to gain control over your symptoms (I'm guilty of that). We get to see some of his less collected emotionality in how dramatic he gets (like a true Karamazov) when reciting poetry in German to Katerina and in The brothers get acquainted, Rebellion and The Grand Inquisitor, as I already mentioned. At this point of the novel, something in particular happens and at this point in the novel I decide that yes, Ivan is bipolar coded.

I think I'll stop here at this sort of "cliffhanger" because this got quite long and I need one post only to elaborate that last paragraph. This isn't as coherent as I hoped it would be and, honestly, I kind of feel stupid, like I read too much into this and am seeing things that aren't there (how familiar, how fitting), but I wanted to share my perspective (and I'm also open to discussion!). Also, I won't lie, Ivan is my favorite character of The Brothers Karamazov and I don't think he's talked about enough, I've even seen people say he's the least interesting one out of the brothers which kind of broke my heart because I personally think he's the most interesting (no shade to the uninteresting Ivan gang of course). I don't know if I feel like that towards him because for the first time ever I got to see myself in a character and it was very important to me, but I don't think it really matters, "meeting" him made me happy and he will always be special to me, even if his story has its fair share of tragedy. Or maybe because of it. I'm planning on making a post about that and his ending in particular, but for now I'll focus on finishing this bipolar Ivan Karamazov essay.

No idea when I'll write the rest though, but I will.

#I'd link the Wikipedia page for bipolar disorder in case someone doesn't know much about it but imo it lacks nuance and isn't very accurate #the brothers karamazov #ivan karamazov #bipolar ivan karamazov agenda #thoughts #mine

[local-lesbrarian]

Yesterday, the board of trustees for the library I work at voted unanimously against banning This Book Is Gay by Juno Dawson! This was a huge relief for me (and my fellow staff), and I just wanted to share a few takeaways from this experience.

For context, a library patron had submitted a formal request to have the book removed after seeing it displayed alongside other recent additions to our YA section. He took issue with, of course, the chapter on sex ed and provided pages of out-of-context quotes and straight-up lies to make the book appear "dangerous." Lots of the homophobia and puritanism you'd expect. Per our policies, we formed a committee to address his request, and the committee decided the book was fine where it was. Again per policy, he had the option to appeal to the board of trustees, which he took.

We found out he was doing this 5 days before the next board meeting. And even with that short warning, we had over 150 people show up to a small-town library board meeting that often has few or no public attendees! We couldn't fit everyone in our biggest room! Look at us all!!

Public comments are limited to 3 minutes or less, and that still lasted for more than an hour. People spoke who were parents, teachers, nurses, therapists, voting activists, workers at other libraries, and of course, many queer people. They talked about censorship, freedom of expression, freedom to read, the positive impacts of this book and books like it on youth, their own experiences as queer kids and teens or parents or such, and more--too many perspectives to list here. Every single speaker opposed the book ban. Every. One.

The patron who initiated this challenge was present, but left before public comment was over, without speaking.

So, those takeaways:

This is further evidence that campaigns of censorship and queer erasure are perpetuated by individuals and small groups, and don't represent the common view. You can check out stats on ala.org to back this up, but most people, including most parents, oppose book bans.

This turnout was gathered mainly through texts, email, chats (like Discord), phone calls, and word of mouth. Every town and city has people willing to fight and support those fighting the tides of fascism--keep in touch with your community and your allies, your local friends and trusted acquaintances, and when the time comes for action, they will show up.

Pushback, especially public, visible pushback, demoralizes bad actors. These are often people with little to do except organize and promote their hatred, often people with few material problems demanding their attention. (In this case, a retired eye doctor.) Give them a fight, and they often back down. If they don't back down, see #2 and beat them with numbers and passion.

Even after a victory, stay alert. We're prepping for litigation (not that we think he has a case, but he does have a reputation). We're also keeping a close eye on the smaller libraries in nearby towns and townships. Even if someone like this backs down once, they might try their luck somewhere easier. Keep those contact networks from #2 ready to go.

None of this is comprehensive, and your particular situation may well require different tactics. I'm not an expert, just a chronically online trans woman and librarian who's gotten unexpectedly attached to her current town. It was incredibly heartwarming to see so many people stand up for queer teens where I live, when it usually feels like nobody cares about what's happening to queers in the States. This post has already gone on longer than I expected, I'm just still quite emotional and wanted to talk about it. (Also still mentally drained from the past few days of stress...)

Huge shoutout to everyone who helped make this community action happen. Many of them were more eloquent or piercing in their comments, but here's my 3-minute spiel. It was delivered with none of the eye contact or dramatic reading I'd rehearsed because, holy shit, there were a lot of people there!

#public libraries #censorship #community action #my words #this book is gay

[skaldish]

sorry for the incovinience, but I read this, and as neurodivergent medical student I'm very curious. Do you have any resources or recommend (websites,books,etc) about neurodiversity from a neurology,psychiatry pov? (especially from a neurodivergent health professional or science expert) Because it so hard to found those (mainly bc the missinformation and ableism), most books in my college's library are not updated :(.

not to mention some doctors have said some wild ableist shit (and even some medical students) :(

I don't have much, but I have directions I can point you towards. (I need to update it, but any sources I do find generally go on my brain blog @prefrontal-bastard.)

First, I highly reccomend the Neuroclastic website for autistic perspectives. This website is by and for autistic folks and features a multitude of people with different expertise and backgrounds, including scientists. I imagine any pertinent developments in our understanding of neurodiversity would probably appear on that website.

I also know the AIR Network Model's website has scientific articles on trauma and dissociation, so I recommend looking into them too.

I'd also look into the MNRI PTSD Recovery Protocol by Svetlana Masgutova, Ph.D. I'm not sure if she's neurodivergent herself, but I would hardly be surprised if she is.

I recommend this because the studies behind her protocol reveal some extremely telling things about neurodiversity and its relationship with trauma. I have one of her books and it goes into the entire neuroscience and testing behind it, but unfortunately copyright laws means I can't, like...share the charts. This approach seems to be the direction the science is taking us on regarding neurodiversity though, so it might be the "in" you're looking for in terms of a non-ableist medical framework.

(The breakdown though, because this shit's fascinating:

Traumatic stressors can cause our nervous systems to blow like overloaded circuits. This causes our primitive reflexes [patterns of movements that reflect the core operating system of mindbody interface] to re-emerge, or to fail to integrate if the trauma was during babyhood.

Evidently, retaining 35% or more of the known reflex patterns produces the symptoms associated with things like sensory processing disorder, autism, ADHD, cerebral palsy, anxiety, or emotional dysregulation. It even contributes to depression and dyslexia.

Dysregulated reflexes can impact damn near anything: cognition, attention, coordination, disposition, emotional reactions, visual /auditory / spacial perception, pain perception and threshold, body growth, mood, and even the function of our digestive and immune systems.

From what I understand, certain primitive reflexes correlate with certain disorders. Apparently the Startle Reflex / Fear Paralysis Reflex and Moro Reflex are highly correlated with Autism diagnosis. Other reflexes potentially contribute to it since this is not a "rigid categories" thing, but those are the two her book is citing in particular here.

You can actually re-integrate these reflexes with exercises, which initially thought was fucking bogus until I tried it and suddenly could perceive and conceptualize things I didn't realize I couldn't before, as well as perceive parts of my body I didn't realize I couldn't perceive before [like my spine].

You can actually find integration exercises on youtube. It's an Occupational Therapy thing, but since it's new and emerging it's not something the average OT knows how to do yet, I'm afraid.

Also, important note: Some reflexes take longer to integrate, others don't. They might have to be integrated in a certain sequence depending on which ones are retained, but I'm not sure what all the sequences are.

Rule of thumb for anyone reading this: If the internal experience of "being you" sucks ass in any way, check your primitive reflexes. It ain't a curse and it ain't the devil, you might just need recalibrating.)

Hope this helps!

#answered #brain things

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 5, Poll 5

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Mille Roper-The Arcadia Project

Qualifications:

She has BPD, which is a rarely represented disorder as it is, and is also a quadruple amputee, and she's one of the best characters with BPD I have ever had the pleasure of reading about. She is also canonically bisexual!

Propaganda:

GODDDDDD Millie she is one of my favorite bisexual, borderline, and amputee characters ever and when it comes to bi and BPD rep, she reminds me frankly of myself....I love her so much I need to reread borderline

Wen Kexing-Faraway Wanderers / Tian Ya Ke

Qualifications:

1. The LGBTQ+ part: he is canonically a gay man. (Though he does not identify by this specific word due to being from, yknow, fantasy ancient China, he is very vocal about only having interest in men / not having interest in women.) He is also one half of the main (canon, mlm) couple in the book. 2. Disability part: he has complex PTSD, with dissociative symptoms being most prominent. It's not articulated as clearly as the gay part, but there's a lot of textual evidence. For example, for his bouts of dissociation, he has a clear trigger - thinking or talking about personal loss (mostly his initial traumatic event, brutal murder of his parents when he was a child, but at least once it was fear of losing his partner), - and there's a very distinctive way the author describes it: "far-off gaze", "blank" expression or eyes, being "in a daze"/"dazed" were all words used more than once in those situations. He also exhibits symptoms of depersonalization, especially in contexts of violence. The one that made it click for me was a moment when someone was striking to kill him while he couldn't defend himself, and he was described as being calm "as if the one about to die was not himself", but there are also smaller hints, like several times he is described as 'fighting as if he doesn't notice pain and exhaustion' - which I would not take as evidence on its own, but tied in to other dissociative moments of his... yeah. 3. Last thing, in case you aren't sure PTSD/dissociative disorder should count as a disability, I want to make my argument that it should, as it noticeably impacts the character's quality of life. Both continuously (he mentions, for example, sleep problems/insomnia - that clearly stem from his traumatic experiences) and at specific moments (like that time he started dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, nearly resulting in him getting killed........)

Propaganda:

Okay, imagine a classical Chinese martial arts story. Young orphan meets a mysterious master, who imparts all his knowledge upon him; the boy trains hard and challenges various villains, until making it all the way to the final boss who was behind everything. Now, imagine if, in the very beginning of this story, the final boss accidentally ran into that mysterious master. And became suspicious of him. And began following him under pretense of falling in love with him at first sight. And then fell for him for real. And then they had adventures and also started co-parenting that young orphan.

THAT is the plot of Tian Ya Ke. And the final boss in question? Well, that's Wen Kexing I'm submitting! And yes, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu - the aforementioned mysterious master and the main character of TYK - are a canon couple. Wen Kexing in particular is very, ah, out and loud gay. Gay and making it everyone else's problem even. So that's the LGBTQ+ part. (Also they are SUCH a couple. They're so funny! The whole circus! And then they do something and you are like oh yeah right. each of them is a villain of a different story. Good thing they decided to play house instead.) On the disability front, Wen Kexing has mental health stuff - to be specific, complex PTSD with signs of dissociative disorder. I'm not gonna describe his wide array of traumatic experiences on the form because it needs SO many trigger warnings, but the important part is how those impacted him. For example, he mentions having sleep problems/insomnia due to fear. (Which made the fandom lose our shit once we connected it to the earlier moment where he, in a vulnerable state, drags himself to Zhou Zishu's side and falls asleep on his lap. The! Trust! That! Shows!) He also dissociates frequently when thinking/talking about his initial traumatic event. Which is my favorite part of the portrayal of his PTSD because... you know how there's this trend in media with superpowers/magic when the character's trauma response is portrayed through their powers, like their powers going out of control? And TYK went 'yeah, no, when /our/ OP final boss has a ptsd flare up, he just dissociates like a normal person'. (and I, a normal person who also copes by dissociating, was like 'i owe u my life'.) Also, I think it's great that not all of his episodes are plot relevant. Like, in four out of five cases it's just something that happens (the narration / pov character makes note of it), and then the scene moves on - so it feels like a feature of his character, as opposed to a plot devise for creating situations. And the one case where it does happen in an action moment - when Wen Kexing gets revenge on the person responsible for his initial trauma and promptly starts dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, and someone else has to step in to prevent him from getting killed by other enemies - kinda highlights the disability aspect, imo. Like, it shows that PTSD creates barriers for him where a person without it wouldn't have any.

Anything Else?:

1. It's a Chinese novel, so character names are written down with surname first. So Wen Kexing = surname Wen + given name Kexing. 2. There's a live action adaptation of this novel, called Shan He Ling / Word of Honor, but it's uh. well. The portrayal of Wen Kexing's trauma and PTSD in it is. Bad. 'Completely butchered everything I thought was refreshing about it in the novel' bad. (please understand i hate everything about the adaptation and am barely refraining from infodumping about how much I deplore it here) So if WKX makes it into the tournament and none of the images I sent work for u, pls at least don't use the live-action version? He is practically a different character there!

#polls #poll #disabled characters #lgbtq characters #disability #lgbtq #lgbtq dcs round 1 #lgbtq dcs wave 5 #mille roper #the arcadia project #wen kexing #faraway wanderers #tian ya ke #id in alt text

[frosted-hyacinth]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Yandere!villains are destined to die x f!reader

notice! This book can be read as gn or m reader but I personally envision the reader as a female, however, there are no particular pronouns but maybe some actions that are more feminine.

synopsis. You wake up as a maid for the Eckhart house, the only thing is, you're the adopted daughter's maid. Penelope Eckhart. You had been playing a game 'Daughter of the Duke, Love Project' you'd finished normal mode and started hard mode yet you died, being accused of Yvonne's murder. You felt confident that you could breeze through this, living but there was something off. Penelope Eckhart's personality has completely flipped.

You shocked up from the bed, panting heavily. You looked around. You hadn't been here before yet it felt familiar. You looked more closely at your surroundings, stepping out of the bed to look out the window.

It's the empire from that game... No... This can't be

You shook your head, half expecting this to be a dream and that you would wake up. But you didn't, you were still here in this dark, small room. You lightly slapped your cheeks and when that didn't work either, you hit harder. You wanted to feel the comfort of your own room, your own bed. Instead of that, all you felt was the sharp stinging of the impact slowly fading away leaving you with only the hard reality. This fictional life, one that did not belong to you was now the one that you are in.

- ♥ -

After a while of trying to fall back asleep, you realized that you couldn't, so you decided to be productive. You lit a candle, deciding that you would be productive and decide how you were supposed to behave at this house, a house that seemed to be noble. You'd looked in the mirror a while back and after a while of staring at your reflection, a shard of your memory drifted back. You were a minor maid at house Eckhart.

The maid who's body you were in was a minor character, not much mentioned but the part that this maid played the most part in was with the character Penelope Eckhart. You were the maid that had stood with her even after she had been accused of poisoning the Duke's youngest daughter.

So, in order to survive without either of the male leads or your mistress killing you (not that they could kill a maid before you were charged for maligning nobility and all the other laws in the Eorkan Empire), you must simply play your part and serve the lady Eckhart as you were meant to.

Soon after you had scribbled your thoughts down, the sun had risen. So you stood up off you desk to prepare for the day.

- ♥ -

"Miss, it's time to wake up" The brunette maid spoke to the pink head still sleeping on the bed as she slowly woke up.

knock knock

"... Come in."

You slowly walked into the room, you had arrived to the side of the brown haired maid, Emily, if you recall correctly. Once you finally started taking in your surroundings, you noticed the quality of water that laid on the table beside Penelope. You instinctively reached to change the water but stopped at the sight of your mistress flinching. She rolled up her sleeves just for the three women in the room to be met with the sight of needle marks on her forearm.

You let out a small gasp before stepping forwards towards Penelope seemingly concerned.

"Miss! Are you alright?"

She didn't answer you but she shot her head in Emily's direction. It looked like she tried speaking but stopped, still in a state of distress.

"The bath is ready. Do wash up please, Miss." The brunette haired maid spoke calmly, looking down. Yet when she looked up towards her mistress, a mocking smile was found on her face.

Ah... Did I just get ignored...? You sighed eternally. You hoped that you could have done something yet ended up being completely ignored by both Emily and Penelope, and now, you'd have to leave the room to let your mistress wash up.

From the outside of your mistress' room, you found the food that Emily was about to serve to Penelope. There really wasn't much that you could do but you could at least try, so you put on a calm face and faced the brunette.

"Emily." "Yes?"

"Are you planning to serve this to our mistress? This food is not proper for a duke's daughter. The duke Eckhart could punish you." You said, maintaining eye contact with your fellow maid. A sound of the door beside you creaked open. "Is there a problem?" "No miss." Both maids replied, heads bowed down. You tried grabbing the plate of rotten food away from Emily's grasp but at this point, it was too late, you could no longer stop her from serving the food.

Emily neatly put the rotting food along with a cup of tea on a red checkered cloth.

"Here Miss, sit down. You must be hungry."

With the personality that you'd known the Daughter of the Duke Eckhart had, you expected that you'd have to clean up a fork from the floor or pick up a table after she threw a tantrum. You were definitely mentally prepared for anything but this. She sat in silence and ate the food as you merely stood there in shock, watching her gag slightly as she ate the rotten food.

When she reached the point where she almost vomited, you moved to a spot behind Penelope's chair, grabbing her wrist lightly.

"Miss, you shouldn't continue eating this." You said, brows furrowed, looking at her in concern. You really did hope that she would eating, this wasn't at all good for her health but right at that moment, the young lord; Reynold Eckhart walked in to the room.

"What's going on here?"

He walked up right behind you who was still softly gripping Penelope's wrist, from an angle where he couldn't see anything on the table, he said,

"Hey, what's wrong with..." His voiced trailed off as the table reached his view.

"What in the... ?!" He stared at the food placed on the table with a few small bites in them. He looked up then glared at both you and Emily.

"You were feeding this to her?" His tone was cold enough to freeze your blood on the spot. You had done nothing and you weren't prepared to die yet! You closed your eyes prepared for the impact of either a sword at your throat or guards grabbing you, your ears completely filtering out other words. When you opened your eyes, you were only met with Emily screaming.

"Young Master, no! It wasn't me! I-I wasn't!"

"Get out. Now."

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ Please don't plagiarize this

#villains are destined to die #vadtd #callisto regulus #callisto regulus x reader #winter verdandi #vinter berdandi #eckles khan delman #eckles #derrick eckhart #derrick eckhart x reader #reynold eckhart #reynold eckhart x reader #penelope eckhart #penelope eckhart x reader #ditoeftv #death is the only ending for a villainess #villains are destined to die x reader

[dappledpaintbrush]

wow, looks like you can do an essay about Dimentio.

What do you think of the other characters?

For me in "short"

Tippi: The protagonist of the story and got her happy ending, I came to miss her presence after the end.

Count Bleck: Definitely one of Mario's best written villains. I cry.

Nastasia: I was in her place, I empathized a lot with her and sometimes I wish she would return in other stories.

O'chunks: I was surprised by her story, I didn't expect that background, for me he is a himbo in a good way. A good guy.

Mimi: I can't say the same with Mimi, a little disappointed, but at least there are headcanons.

Mr. L: Definitely wasted potential, I would have liked to see more with the other minions. It's weird if I got a penny for every time Luigi is hypnotized into being an enemy I'd have two cents, which isn't much but it's weird that it happens twice.

Dimentio: It's thanks to him that I have an obsession with Jesters, he managed to do what Bowser couldn't with just a snap of his fingers. Terrifying, I hope one day we see it again.

OMG YAYAYAYAYAY IVE BEEN WANTING THIS ASK

Okay so. I’ll try not to make this unbearably long. But this game is my special interest so. I apologize in advance. (I turned off reblogs bc reblogging asks removes the read more) (and it’s gonna clog people’s feed) (this IS unbearably long) (I Failed)

Tippi:

Omg I miss Tippi too :( it feels so weird playing the game without her.

Tippi is so . so interesting. All of the characters are interesting, but I especially love the way she’s written. I love how they were able to nail that she’s gentle and caring, but also firm and not about to put up with anybody’s bullshit. To me, that’s hard to write without it feeling disengenuine, and they pulled it off with Tippi VERY well. A particular line of hers I really like is, “Perhaps...my life would have been more carefree without you, that is true,” in response to Blumiere’s, “But I have caused you so much suffering..." She didn’t immediately console him. She told him the truth, as harsh as it was. Idk, that scene had just always stuck out to me. It’s not a line I expected to be written.

I wish her unexplained teleportation powers were. Explained. But that doesn’t really mess up her character so it’s okay. However. I hate how she developed a crush on Mario. I’ve always hated it. I like to pretend it’s not real LMAO. But then again, it can be interpreted in a deeper way- that she didn’t actually have a crush on Mario and she was merely projecting onto him. Her memory was flooding back to her and she was in a very vulnerable situation after all. Projecting those feelings for an, at the time, unknown individual onto Mario makes sense.

I love Tippi dude she rocks she’s my favorite forever and ever and ever

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Count Bleck:

where do I even begin on Count Bleck good lord. One of Nintendo’s best villains even outside of the Mario franchise. God he’s so fucking good.

I wish it was more clear whether or not he was planning on erasing Team Bleck from existence as well. Whether or not he was going to do that that impacts his character HEAVILY. Him wanting all worlds to end but sparing the people who cared about him really helps his “redemption” and helps us have more sympathy for him. Unfortunately it’s not directly touched on outside of that one thing Dimentio said, but. It’s Dimentio LMFAOOO we can’t trust him. I personally lean more towards Bleck was going to betray the team just given the evidence about it. I yapped a lot about my reasoning IN A POST I CANT FIND. It had a bunch of screenshots and stuff and I can’t. Fucking. Find it. Oh well I guess that’s just GONE ❤️

Despite this I feel like it’s important to address Bleck with nuance. I don’t think he intentionally planned on betraying his team. I think he genuinely loved them. But he was so caught up in the Dark Prognosticus and the Void and Timpani and ultimately BEING this Count Bleck character the book spoke of that he felt like there was no way out of it anymore. This is supported by the fact he tried to fight Mario in the final battle despite knowing Timpani was still alive. It’s clear Blumiere had completely lost himself, as if he forgot why he was doing this in the first place and let Count Bleck take over (note: I mean this in a symbolic/psychological sense; I don’t believe the book was controlling him). It’s only when he’s on his death bed that he realizes he does not have to do this.

I put redemption in quotation marks because. I don’t think he was redeemed. Granted he didn’t have enough time to do anything, but to be honest, I don’t think he or any other member of Team Bleck is redeemable (before anybody comes at me with the lament au/ajl, THE POINT IS THAT DIMENTIO IS NOT REDEEMABLE NO MATTER HOW HARD HE TRIES!! YOU CANNOT REDEEM THE EXTERMINATION OF LIFE ITSELF!!!)

Also he’s a goofy guy. He’s just a dad

Thoughts thoughts THOUGHTS THOUGHTS THOUGHTS

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Nastasia:

NASTASIA COME BACK TO ME. God I wish they kept her emo hair strand.

Her character is so. so sad (I feel like I’ve said that sentence forty seven times, this game is MISERABLE). I love her so much. I love her confidence, I love how she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone, I love how much she loves. It makes me so fucking sad how depressed she remains long after Blumiere’s sacrifice. Like, we don’t know how much time passed between the ending of the game and Mario returning (when you boot up the save file again, Merlon states that it has been a while since he’s seen Mario). It explains why Mimi and O’Chunks seem fine (I’m sure they’re not fine, but I mean it explains why they were able to have a “normal” conversation with Mario and co.), but Nastasia is still so heartbroken.

Of course that is to be expected, and I’m glad Nintendo didn’t make everything all sunshine and rainbows ooo we’re all happy now etc, even IF a long time has passed. It makes total sense that there are repercussions to experiencing a traumatic event and Nastasia portrays it well (for a Mario game). In her epilogue dialogue, her hope for better days is shallow. It’s fake. She shows how she truly feels and immediately backtracks (“I guess I should be happy... I mean, I am, but, um...”). She still wants to put on that confident and secure exterior, but it’s not working. She will always love Blumiere, and she will always miss him. I hope she finds happiness one day, too. She deserves to live her own life.

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O’Chunks:

O’CHUNKS IS SO UNDERRATED. FUCK

I know I’m contributing to this I barely post about him but lord he’s so interesting. I know the Japanese and English translation tell different versions of his backstory, but I really like the English version where Blumiere manipulated him in his extremely depressed state to join him. It gives more layers to Blumiere’s character- the lengths he was willing to go to get this job done, lengths that he would have never gone to before losing Timpani (and himself).

O’Chunks has one of the most unforgiving backstories in the whole games and it’s rarely talked about. He was a fucking COMMANDER OF AN ARMY and the whole game he’s just played off as some dumb brute/comic relief. I actually believe he suffered some kind of brain damage from that final battle, explaining his eyes, his struggle to speak properly, and his overall behavior. Also, the fact one of his most trusted advisors betrayed him mirrors his relationship with Dimentio. JUST. GOD . RIPS HAIR OUT. I wouldn’t blame him if he never trusted anybody again after the events of the game. But he clearly has a heart of gold beneath that rough exterior, so I doubt that mindset would come to pass

Also I know it’s not this deep like at All but . Regarding O’Chunks and his backstory, the last war fought in Scotland was the Battle of Culloden in 1746. The Scots lost that battle too, so it fits O’Chunks backstory. It’s funny to imagine he’s hundreds of years old and he just Stopped Aging once he joined the “Mario Dimension” for lack of a better term LMAO. Side note, I also believe Blumiere lost Timpani centuries ago- especially considering the Ancients are extinct by the time the game takes place (although I’ve heard it’s possible Blumiere murdered the entire Tribe of Darkness? but that’s ambiguous) (and my feelings on it would be another yapping session so I’ll shut up for now). It just took THAT long to get the criteria for the Void met. So it’s interesting to think of the concept that O’Chunks and Blumiere have known each other for THAT long. Probably why he sent O’Chunks out to fight the heroes first. He trusted him the most. But then again, I know the game did not intend for O’Chunks to be born in the 1700s lol. Like I said it’s just interesting for me :3

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Mimi:

MIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMI!!!! MY GIRL!!!!

I agree with you- her backstory is disappointing compared to characters like O’Chunks and Dimentio. But at the same time I enjoy the unknown. After all, she is the embodiment of mystery. Her whole shtick is mimicking. You never know if a character is truly themselves or it’s a copy (I mean, you do- her mannerisms are obvious- but still lmao)- hell, even SHE canonically loses herself sometimes in her mimics. But even then, I wish we knew more about her. AND I WISH THE CONCEPT OF HER BEING A FAILED PIXL WAS TALKED ABOUT MORE? WHAT??????? HELLO????? REMINDERRRR that you can’t just go about making Pixls. That was a practice for the Ancients, and the ONLY reason Merlon could do it is because he is a descendant of the Ancients with a shit ton of their books. How old is Mimi? How much has she seen? If she’s centuries or even thousands of years old- depending on how long ago you think the Ancients died out- what was she doing this whole time??? LIKE HELLO!!! MIMI!! SPEAK TO ME!!!!

I love love LOVE LOVE LOVE how she can be used as a parallel to the Pixl Queen in regards to Dimentio. Dimentio and Mimi have a sibling dynamic to me, and the story potential considering Dimentio’s biological sister got turned into a Pixl and. Yk. Mimi could possibly be a failed Pixl. Is INSANE and I WISH it was used more because holy shit it has so much potential.

I like to believe the Pixl Creator (aka Dimentio’s father imo) created Mimi even if there’s no evidence JUST LET ME HAVE THIS but I also made a post maybe a year ago that theorized Francis’ ancestors created Mimi. I don’t think it’s really recognized that Francis CREATED A PIXL WITHOUT MAGIC. Yk that spell that requires the magic of the Dark Prognosticus? Yeah just forget that shit I said earlier about Non-Ancients not being able to just go out and make a Pixl, because apparently this fuckass Redditor did it. Anyways. Tipton is a robot. Mimi is a robot. I rest my case (loud applause) (people throw roses at me)

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I already made posts about Mr. L and Dimentio, so I won’t ramble anymore here :3 But in regards to what you said YEAH . Mr. L could’ve been so much more it’s genuinely painful. And Dimentio is fucking terrifying. I honestly like to believe he did genuinely nuke the protagonists and the game only said he merely teleported them because saying “Mario’s dead like for real” is probably something Nintendo didn’t want to put in their game. I mean come on- he used the explosion attack that causes actual damage in battle. They died LMOAOOAOA. I hope we see both of them again. I was hoping so BADLY for even a glimmer of Mr. L in the Mario movie-like a mask/bandana hanging out of a drawer cameo or something. BUT ITS OKAY GUYS 😁😁😁😁😁😁 (visibly shaking) (teeth chattering) (is missing patches of hair on my head) (rocking back and forth)

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