#SPECTRUM INTRUDERS

[retrocgads]

USA 1990

#USA1990 #SPECTRUM HOLOBYTE #ROWAN SOFTWARE LTD. #SIMULATION #AMIGA #ATARIst #IBM #FLIGHT OF THE INTRUDER

[lovingmattysposts]

You don't know me 31

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: suggestive (barley), family drama

I swallowed. I stared at the door as my heart raced back and forth. This was scarier than the first time I came here. I shrugged the bag over my shoulder.

I had no where else to go.

If he didn't let me stay here, I would have to sleep on the street. What if everything was fake and I just imagined it? What if he was ready to be a father, but me showing up with all my shit in the middle of the night would just freak him out?

Hi Dad, I know we just met last week but...can I stay here until further notice?

I didn't know how Nate was going to react. He already felt like I was intruding and now I was physically intruding. I whined as I looked down at my feet, fear and doubt creeping in.

"Don't freak out, Don't freak out. You're fine" I breathed.

If Chris was here I would have just stayed at his house until I worked up the courage to make this step. But Chris wasn't here. He was flying back tomorrow...hopefully. I didn't know. I still haven't heard from him.

More doubt creeped in.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket.

To Chris: 9:35am

Did you sleep okay?

To: Chris 3:09pm

I hope your day’s going good. How is everything with your parents?

To Chris: 7:08pm

I love you

I swallowed turning my phone off and shoving it into my pocket. He's busy. He hasn't been home in almost three years. You're overthinking. He still loves you.

I shook the thoughts out of my mind. One problem at a time Y/n. I shurgged the bag again to keep it from falling. The bag was getting heavy. I had to make a decision soon. Either knock on the door, or sleep on the park bench.

I let out a breath as I walked up to the front door. It was late. Past 12. I didn't know what time James went to bed. Hell, I barely knew anything about him.

I closed my eyes as I raised my fist, knocking. I shifted back on my feet. I looked around, my heart beating out of my chest. I just stood there as the silence came.

"Come on, please" I whispered to myself as I knocked again harder. I tapped my foot against the mat as I waited some more. I almost gave up before I heard a lock turn. I snapped my head up as the door opened.

Please don't be Nate. Please don't be Nate.

I let go of a breath when I saw James.

His eyes full of shock when they landed on me. It looked like I had woken him up, from his sleepy state. The last person he excepted to knock on his door right now was probably me.

"I heard you like the stars" I forced as smile but the tears welded in my eyes as I spoke. His face softened as he saw me start to cry.

"Sweetheart" He breathed opening the door all the way before I pushed forwards dropping my bag and running into his arms in full on sobs.

-

The light flicked on and I looked around. I spun as I looked around. Smaller than my old room, but still perfect all the same. James set down my bag with a thud.

"Is this all you brought?" He asked glancing down at the bag. I left in a rush, I didn't grab anything that didn't have meaning to me in the moment. My hair supplies, shampoo, skincare, and most of my shoes left behind.

I wrapped my arms around myself. "Yeah I--I guess I should have grabbed more stuff" I whispered, suddenly feeling guilty because everything I didn't have, I would have to borrow from him. He wasn't necessarily swimming in money like Scott.

He shook his head. "We'll get you what you need" He nodded. I looked up at him and shook my head. "It's okay. I can...manage" I mumbled. He smiled and tilted his head.

"Do you want to use Nate's three in one shampoo?" He asked smiling. My eyes widened. I think my hair would curl up and fall off. He let out a chuckle once he saw my reaction.

I sighed as I sat down on the bed. The exhaustion of the day washing over me. James stepped towards me before sitting down next to me.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked softly. I took in a breath as I forced myself to spill everything that happpend a few hours ago at the dinner table. Once I was done, I felt even more humiliated than I did in the moment.

James pressed his closed hands to his face as we sat there.

"I know it's a lot and if you aren't prepared to take me in---I can totally understand that. I can get a hotel, I have some of my trust fund I can tap into--"

"No, you're staying here" He shook his head glancing at me. "I just--" He shook his head. "Clara must be..." He took in a breath. "A completely different person now" He said looking down at his shoes.

I just watched him. I almost saw the heartbreak in his eyes. The last hope gone of any good that might have been left in my mother. It broke my heart.

"I guess she was never the same without you" I mumbled. I didn't know if it was the right thing to say, but I just said it anyway. He didn't react to my statement as he stood off the bed. I just watched him.

"I bought a three bedroom house for a reason" He stated looking down at me with a small smile. I let the corners of my mouth curl up. "Do you want to stay with me....like full time?" He asked hesitantly. I blinked at him.

I nodded with a small smile. I really didn't have another option, but that didn't matter. My heart grew as I felt the warmth of this home. It felt like a home. Something I never felt before.

"You can pick out some stuff online that you want in your room. I know it's bland right now. I'm sure there's some stuff you would like to hang up" He glanced around.

I shook my head. "I just want the stars from my bag" I motioned. He glanced down at the bag before looking up at me.

"But a few poster and maybe some flowers wouldn't hurt?” I said glancing around. “Nothing super expensive I promise" I shook my head. He smiled and shook his head.

"Go to bed" He chuckled shaking his head. I smiled before kicking off my shoes. He turned and made his way towards the door.

"Dad?" I breathed. He froze for a second, from the obvious unuse of the nickname, but turned and looked at me. "What about Nate? Is he gonna be angry?" I whispered. He blinked at me before he shook his head.

"Let me worry about Nate. I'm not leaving you out on the street because Nate's mad" He smiled shaking his head. I smiled before nodding as he exited the room.

-

"She doesn't have anywhere else to stay?"

I froze at the stop of the staircase, as my hand gripped the railing.

"Nate, she's your sister. She's staying with us. End of discussion" James snapped. I stepped down, the creaking from the step stopping the voices. I peeked my head into view and they were both looking at me.

"Good morning" James smiled brightly. I smiled softly before looking over to Nate. He rolled his eyes before looking back down at the plate in front of him. I swallowed as I hesitantly walked over to them.

"You're all prettied up, where are you off to?" James said noticing my outfit and makeup and the fact that it was only 8am. I cracked my knuckles as I stood there.

"Uhm" I cleared my throat. "The airport, Chris is suppose to fly in today" I nodded. Nate looked up at me. James raised his eyebrows. "Suppose to?" He asked. I nodded.

"His flight’s suppose to. I just don't know if he'll be on it" I felt the clench in my chest. I looked down at my feet as the nerves crept in. "He hasn't talked to me since he left" I whispered, not even knowing if they could hear me. If I'm being honest it was embarrassing to admit.

"Has he called you Nate?" James asked looking down at him. Nate looked up before he shook his head. I nodded. Okay, that made me feel a little bit better.

"I'm going with Dan to the airport, and he's about to be here...So, I'll leave you guys be" I nodded at them as I walked towards the front door still hearing the pounding in my ears from my heart racing.

-

Dan was waiting in the car as my eyes scanned everyone that exited the terminal. I tapped my foot against the ground. "Come on Chris" I whispered to myself, earning some concerned glancing from those rolling past me with suitcases.

I gave them a nervous smile when we made awkward eye contact. I swallowed as I moved my vision around people.

Please have gotten on the plane.

I took in a breath and looked down at my feet. If he didn't get on the plane, Y/n you have to be okay. You will have to be okay. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I snapped my head back up, searching the crowd.

I looked down at my phone. No new messages sent or recieved since Friday. I sighed and shoved my phone into my pocket as the people thinned. There weren't that many exiting anymore.

If he doesn't show. You have to be okay.

I glanced up before seeing a boy with light brown hair round the corner. My heard dropped before his head turned to me and I saw his icey blue eyes. I felt myself jerk forward but I froze myself.

Don't act too excited to see him. Don't be that girlfriend. Don't sway his decision.

I swallowed and gave him a small smile befroe planting my feet. He stood there and just looked at me for a second before smiling and walking slowly over to me. I felt my heart beat against my chest with every step he took.

My mind screaming. He's here. He's here. He's here. He came back.

He paused right in front of me.

"How was the flight?" I whispered. He dropped his bag next to him before bending down and picking me up off the ground and wrapping his arms around my back, pressing his face into my neck.

"I missed you" He breathed, leaving my other question unanswered as I hovered off the ground from his embrace. I melted against him as I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hugged me.

"I missed you" I breathed. He held me for a few more seconds before placing me back on the ground and pressed his hands to my face. I smiled up at him.

"Are you okay?" I whispered. He smiled before nodding and pressed his lips to mine. "I'm okay" He whispered against my lips making my cheeks pink.

"Okay" I mumbled back with a smile. He pulled back before leaning down and picking up his bag and grabbing my hand and interlacing our fingers.

"You missed a lot" I mumbled looking in front of me as I drug him towards the exit. He glanced down at me. "I was gone for 2 and a half days. How much could I have possibly missed?" He chuckled. I glanced up at him and he stared down at me.

"You have no idea"

-

"James" Chris nodded at my father. James narrowed his eyes at him. Chris looked from me to him. "What are your intentions with my daughter?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dad" My eyes went wide. Chris chuckled next to me and looked up at James. "James, you've known me since I was 16" Chris smiled. James looked unimpressed.

"It's Mr. Doe to you" He said. Chris rolled his eyes as he reached down and pulled me into him. "Oh, alright" He chuckled, his arms snaking around my waist. I smiled as I laid my head against his chest, taking in his scent that I missed so much.

Chris's embrace hasn't left me since he saw me in the airport. At least one ounce of his skin had to be touching mine, and if it wasn't he fixed it immediately.

I haven't had the chance to ask him what went down in Boston yet. He hasn't said anything, and If i'm honest? I'm scared to provoke him on it. I don't know if I even want to know.

James glanced down to his arm around me before looking back up at Chris.

"I don't like you"

"James, you love me"

He glanced between us.

"Then I don't like this" He motioned between us. I chuckled pressing my face into Chris's chest.

"Now you know how I feel" Nate mumbled from the kitchen table. Chris's eyes glanced over to him before I felt his embrace leave mine.

I accepted it, even though selfishly, I wanted to pull his arm back and whine like a child. But, I held my composure.

I missed my boyfriend. I hadn't seen him in days.

Nate's eyes followed Chris's until he was standing next to him.

"Get up" Chris stated down at him. Nate glared at him. "What?" He mumbled. Chris smiled and pulled out his keys. "Get up, and give me a hug" Chris chuckled. Nate's face twisted.

"We don't hug" Nate shook his head. Chris reached down before pulling him out of his seat and pulling him into a hug. Nate struggled before accepting it and softly patting Chris's back.

I looked up at my dad before smiling.

"I'm wondering who's really dating Chris sometimes" I whispered, making James chuckle. Nate heard us before pushing off Chris and shaking his head.

"Alright, we're gonna head out" Chris stated looking at me and James. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where are we going?" I asked. Chris smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Not you, Me and Nate. We're going to the rink" Chris smiled down at me. Nate's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" Nate asked. Chris turned and jinggled his keys.

"You coming or not?" Chris asked. Nate froze for a second before he smiled. "Y-Yeah let me just get my sticks" He smiled before pushing off the table and walking towards the stairs. I smiled as I finally saw Nate in a happy mood as he walked up the steps.

I looked up at Chris raising my eyebrows before he rolled his eyes and leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear.

"Give me a few hours and I promise you won't be able to get rid of me even if you tried" He whispered. I felt a blush come across my face and I smiled up at him nodding.

I trusted him. He needed to sort things out with Nate, first and foremost. I got that.

I looked up at my dad who was still glaring at Chris.

"James! My man, do we have to do this whole I'm-dating-your-daughter-thing now? Or can we go back to I-drink-beer on-your-back-porch-bros kinda dynamic?" He smiled placing his hand on my dad's shoulder.

"You do what?"

"I'm ready!" Nate announced from the top steps. I muffled a laugh as he raced down the steps like a kid on Christmas. Chris leaned off James and walked towards the door.

"I'll be over later my love" He kissed my cheek. I smiled and waved him off.

"No you won't" James glared at him as Chris smiled and winked at him and Nate and him made his way to the front door. I let out a breath as the door closed.

"Are you on birth control?"

My eyes widened as I looked back to my dad. "What?" I breathed my face turning red as he looked down at me. He let out a breath and closed his eyes as he walked off.

"I don't like this. I do not like this" He mumbled as he walked down the hall.

-

A few hours later, Nate and Chris came back. Sweaty.

I tried not to drool too hard over it in front of Nate because I don't want him to be any more uncomfortable than he already is from the fact that I'm dating his best friend.

"Hi" Chris smiled as he opened the door, freshly showered. "Hi" I smiled as he walked out of bathroom and down to where I was standing in the hallway.

He reached down before grabbing my hips and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled as I kissed him back passionatly.

"Can I not be safe in my own house anymore?" Nate's voice rang as he stepped out of his room. We broke apart and turned to look at Nate from the sound of his voice.

I chuckled as Chris bent down, wrapping his arms around me and burring his face into my neck, smiling.

"Have you met my friend Sydney? She's newly single" I sang looking at Nate. He rolled his eyes. "I have and she's exactly like you, i'm not interested." He growled.

Chris lifted his head. "You only said that because she's taller than you" Chris chuckled. Nate glared at him. "I'll tell her you said she's hot" I smiled at Nate.

"No! Don't" Nate snapped. I raised my eyebrows and looked up at Chris. Chris smiled. "Someone's got a crush" Chris mumbled.

"No I don't! You guys are ugh-" He stopped off and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. Chris and I laughed before he let go of me and dragged me into my room.

I smiled as he closed the door. I reached up, running my hands through his hair. "You smell good" I whispered. He smiled. "Yeah?" He whispered. I nodded as I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly.

The door swung open.

I pulled away and stepped back from Chris.

"This door stays open when he's here" My dad stared back at me. My eyes widened and I nodded as he opened the door slightly. He narrowed his eyes at Chris.

"Aw come on James. You don't trust me?" Chris smiled. James glared at him. "I trust you as much as I trusted myself at your age. The door stays open" James let go of the handle and stepped back. Chris rolled his eyes.

"We'll just have to start going to my house" Chris whispered.

"I heard that" James's voice rang through the hallway. My eyes widened and I hit Chris's chest.

"Chris. You can't make him hate me" I mumbled. Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand pulling me over to my bed.

"He can't hate you, you're his daughter" He chuckled as we both fell against the bed. I sighed. "Well, don't make him hate you" I stated. Chris rolled his eyes.

"He couldn't hate me if he tried" He smiled confidently. I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Plus Nate brings girls over here all the time, he never makes him leave the door open" Chris shook his head.

"I'm his daughter, it's different"

"It's still sex"

"I don't---" I cringed. "I don't want to imagine my brother having sex, please stop" I shook my head. He smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him.

"I really missed you" He whispered staring down at me. I smiled and leaned my head against the pillow.

Did I want to ask about what happened in Boston? I think he could see the discomfort on my face, because he sighed.

"I'm sorry I ignored you when I was in Boston. I just-" He shook his head. I squeezed his hand. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Chris. I understand" I whispered. He shook his head.

"You deserve an explaination" He stated. I swallowed and nodded. He laid down looking up at my ceiling and smiled, lifting his arm.

"You brought the stars" He pointed out. I smiled down at him.

"It was the first thing I grabbed"

He turned his head and looked at me.

God, we had a lot to talk about.

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo

[eddywoww]

Thinking of a Steve who has a “my body is all I have” mentality

It starts because of the upside down, obviously. All he can do is try to protect these kids, try to protect this family that he’s made. He doesn’t know what else to do because he’s spent the majority of his life being made into a puppet for his father. He’s never been seen as smart, he’s never been seen as capable. But he can fight and take care of people and so, Steve is his body. As long as he can move, he can help.

I think this has the potential to twist on its head for him. He’s too emotional, he’s too needy in every relationship he attempts. So if he’s too much, how can he ever be enough? But he has his body. He has his sexuality, he was his charm. He knows how to use it, who to use it on. Even if it’s clunky at best sometimes, he can still manage. But then he feels like just a body again. Like he’s this figurine for people. He’s nice to look at, nice to spend a night with. But that’s about it. So he would adapt to that. “My body is all I have.” And it’s a joke that he makes, something sly and funny. Because obviously he was a slut growing up, right? Everyone knows that. It’s fine because it’s funny that he slept with soccer moms, it’s funny that he slept with cheerleaders, it’s funny that he could seduce someone if he really wanted to.

It’s so funny that everyone else makes jokes about it too.

And Robin tries to get them to stop but Steve can be convincing when he wants to be. It’s fine, he’s okay. He doesn’t mind.

But somewhere deep inside, he does mind. It twists again, like a knife to the stomach. Because after all the pain, after rebuilding their world, Steve is no longer just his body. His body hurts. He has scars. His hearing isn’t the same, his eyes get blurry every morning and he needs glasses now. Sometimes he limps when it storms too much. He’s not just his body because now he thinks his body is bad. What use is he if he can’t fight? What use is he if he’s not attractive enough to pull someone in with looks alone? He’s stained and he hates it because before he was just a body but now he’s just a mess.

Eddie sees it. He sees it and notices it because he feels the same way but not the same at all. He’s insecure and always has been. Too loud, too excited, too much this, too much that. He just is. But surviving something horrific, being pulled from the flames of the supernatural…it leaves a mark that lasts longer than any scar ever could. He’s not as chatty, not as funny. He becomes just a body in a different way. His personality feels sapped, he feels like the ghost of his former self. He just is.

He tries for Dustin, for all the kids. But he knows they can tell that something is off about him, that he’s one hundred shades of fucked up.

So, of course they see each other through it all. Different ends of the spectrum. Eddie, who feels like he’s walking through life as an intruder. Steve, who feels like he’s had everything he’s worth taken away from him. They talk about it. They sit out by a nearby lake and talk about how deep the black hole inside them feels, how badly they just want to wake up and have it be gone. Erased, washed away. Steve shows Eddie his scars and Eddie does the same and it’s cliche but it feels good. Lit under moonlight as they use too much bug spray, unwilling to just go home. Unwilling to invite the other one over because then it’s Something. Then it Means Something.

But eventually they would cave. Eddie would bring Steve to his new trailer, the one they got with hush money. He’d smoke with him, play him some records. Steve would confess as much as he could about how he feels like he lost his worth, how he’ll never amount to anything. Eddie would talk about how he isn’t the same and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get back to who he was.

Neither of those things are true, neither of them hold weight.

But they’ll heal together. They’ll talk it out again and again and they’ll use kinder words each time and they’ll start living life like they used to, only not quite the same. It’ll take time and adjustment but eventually, Robin will see the difference and she’ll be able to breathe again because she felt like she was losing not only her best friend but the guy that came along with him in the end.

#blurbs #my brain is busy tonight #my fic #steddie

[the-habitat-sysblog]

DID ALTER EXPLAINS: TYPES OF CDDs

so, what are CDDs? complex dissociative disorders are dissociative disorders that occur with the presence of "alternate self states" - alters. this includes DID, OSDD1, P-DID & some presentations of UDD. in this post, i will cover quick overviews regarding the key differences between these complex dissociative disorders.

DID - DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER

likely the most well-known complex dissociative disorder, DID is classified by:

the existence of two or more distinct identity states (as said before, i will be referring to these as "alters") accompanied by changes in behaviour, memory & thinking.

dissociative amnesia, which includes both partial & complete episodes of memory loss.

DPDR that affects daily life & functioning.

the symptoms must not be caused by substance use or another medical condition, & must not be part of normal cultural or religious practices.

this is a summary of the diagnostic criteria for DID¹, however there may be many other features present as well. common phenomena include: alters taking control of the patient's body in turns, the existence of an "internal world", as well as comorbid C-PTSD symptoms (flashbacks, hypervigilance, etc).

NOTE: DID with polyfragmentation (sometimes called complex DID) will be discussed in a later post.

OSDD1 - OTHERWISE SPECIFIED DISSOCIATIVE DISORDER (TYPE 1)

OSDD1 as a diagnosis - previously called DDNOS (dissociative disorder not otherwise specified) - is given to patients who nearly fit the diagnostic criteria for DID, however they lack one of the criteria needed to make a DID diagnosis.

OSDD1, therefore, is a spectrum of experiences².

in the online CDD community, you may hear talk of two OSDD1 subtypes: OSDD1-a & OSDD1-b. these are community terms that describe two of the most common OSDD1 presentations. take note, not all OSDD1 cases will fit neatly into either of these subtypes, but many still find these labels important when describing their experiences. here is a short overview:

OSDD1-a: the lacking criterion comes in where i mentioned "distinct identity states". in OSDD1-a patients, their alters are separated by the amnesia barriers present in DID, however the individual alters are often very similar in identity. these alters tend to seem more like "modes" of the same person, rather than distinct individuals. an example would be a patient named sarah, whose alters could perhaps be describes as "angry sarah", "childlike sarah" & "happy sarah".

OSDD1-b: the lacking criterion here is the presence of amnesia. those with OSDD1-b do not experience dissociative amnesia.

P-DID - PARTIAL DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER

P-DID is quite different compared to other complex dissociative disorders in terms of how it presents! the disorder is (typically) classified as such:

there are no episodes of amnesia.

one identity state exists as the "dominant" consciousness.

the dominant identity is intruded upon by 1 or more non-dominant self states, who do not recurrently take full control of the patient's consciousness & body (however episodes thereof may occur occasionally).

P-DID³ is under-researched compared to DID & even OSDD1.

UDD - UNSPECIFIED DISSOCIATIVE DISORDER

the diagnosis of UDD is given to those whose symptoms do not neatly fit into the criteria of another dissociative disorder⁴, including complex dissociative disorders.

as such, those with UDD may or may not note the presence of alters. it will all depend on the individual experience of patients with UDD.

this diagnosis may also be made in emergencies, or when a clinician is not able to gather enough information to diagnose a more specified CDD/DD.

these are all of the recognised types of complex dissociative disorders!

i hope i was able to set out this information in a manner that makes sense to those both within the online CDD community, & those new to it. thank you for taking this time to educate yourself on these dissociative disorders! if you have any questions, my askbox is open.

POST AUTHOR: finn🍄 (he/it) | dazey🐛 (they/she)

SOURCES: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

DISCLAIMER: this post - alongside any other posts from @the-habitat-sysblog - is not a substitute for professional medical help. the DID ALTER EXPLAINS series is written with reference to the medical research of others, CDD community input & the author's personal experience.

#finn🍄.txt #dazey🐛.txt #; #🎤 #[ #did alter explains #did system #actually traumagenic #traumagenic system #cdd #sysblr #system #cdd community #system stuff #osdd1 #udd #pdid #dissociative identity disorder #otherwise specified dissociative disorder 1 #partial did #partial dissociative identity disorder #unspecified dissociative disorder #did community #]

[hannyoontify]

[23:01] you glanced around your best friend's empty apartment in confusion. vernon had sent you an urgent text 15 minutes ago, asking you to come over to his apartment asap and when you asked why, he responded with a vague 'it's important'. when he said that, you had scoffed since vernon's definition of important could range from him almost losing a finger while trying to cook to him finding a cute ladybug on the windowsill of his bedroom.

regardless, you had dropped everything you were doing and left your house in hurry because more often than not, vernon's emergencies were more on the ladybug spectrum, but you never knew. you had basically barged into his place, almost breaking down his door in the process, only to find his home empty.

you looked over your friend's disheveled apartment again. there were groups of opened and unopened moving boxes scattered around his living room, its contents spilling out and onto the floor. you were profoundly confused. vernon's lived in this apartment for almost 4 years now and you knew he had no plans of moving anytime soon, so why the boxes?

as if to answer your rhetorical question, you heard a loud thump by the foyer and you nearly jumped out of your skin in surprise. you made your way to the entrance, ready to fight off any intruders with the 3 weeks worth of knowledge of taekwondo from your middle school years.

'nonie?' you called out cautiously. at the doorway wasn't vernon, but rather, a tall stack of boxes. 'vernon?'

a familiar head of fluffy brown hair peeked out from the side. your best friend flashed you a bright smile, evidently very happy to see you. 'name! you came quick!'

you smiled and took the top box. 'yeah, cuz you told me it was important. what's going on?'

vernon gave you a knowing smile. 'something very, very, very important'

good lord, you thought to yourself with a small smile as you set down the box you were carrying. straightening your back, you analyzed the maze of cardboard boxes scattered and covering almost every square inch of the living room floor.

'are you getting a roommate? what's with all the moving boxes?' you asked. you already knew vernon wasn't going to any of your questions, but you couldn't help it. you needed to know what was going on.

vernon ignored your set of questions and made climbed his way to his couch and motioned for you to sit down next to him. despite being wildly confused, you did as he asked and cuddled up against your best friend, who busied himself with digging through a nearby box. you held back the (very strong) urge to ask any more questions and sat quietly, patiently waiting for vernon to do something.

'nonie, i swear this better be worth my time-'

vernon sat back up with a stack of familiar looking books in his hands. and he was smiling. brightly, almost stunningly. you felt your breath hitch. 'it is! i promise'

you gave him a questionable look but nevertheless settled down next to him as he pulled the first book into his lap. it looked like an old magazine, with tattered, worn paper. you could tell it used to be the coated glossy paper fashion magazines used back during it's prime time.

it took you a minute to recognize the image on the cover.

'is this-?'

if it's physically possible for vernon's gummy smile to grow any bigger, it most definitely did as he nodded at you. 'yeah, it's our elementary school yearbook from 5th grade'

you covered your mouth with a hand, the other hand too busy flipping through the dusty pages to do anything else.

'how did you-?'

'my parents are moving out of their current home and into a smaller one, and i was helping them get rid of old storage when i came across boxes full of old photo albums and yearbooks from our childhood. mom said i could take them so..'

vernon trailed off, losing his train of thought when he saw the way your eyes sparkled and lit up with joy, the corners of your eyes crinkling up whenever you smiled. your pupils would disappear and your eyes would crease, forming small crescents that made his heart melt a little.

'do you remember this? this was field day and i ate shit during the 100 meter race so you lost the race for me and walked me to the nurse's office' you pointed to a picture joyously, small giggles spilling out of you. the two of you weren't the focus of the picture, but you could clearly see two small kids walking in the distance, their arms wrapped firmly around each other's shoulders.

vernon smiled at the memory. 'yeah, i remember' he said softly. you sighed and leaned against his now much more broad shoulder as you flipped through more pages.

'you wanna see something fun?' vernon asked. he already knew what your reaction was going to be, but still, he thought it would be funny to see it in person.

you looked at him expectantly as he pulled out a much bigger, thicker hard cover book. he handed it to you and you accepted it with a quiet 'mmph' at the unexpected weight.

once you caught a glimpse of the cover, you covered your face and groaned loudly. 'nooo not our junior year of high school..'

vernon chuckled as he took the yearbook out of your grasp and started flipping through the pages as you complained about how bad your school's photographer was and how the printer did your face so dirty.

he wordlessly flipped to the page where you were and he barked out a sharp laugh, causing you to whine even more. 'I'M TELLING YOU I DIDN'T LOOK THAT BAD I SWEAR IT WAS JUST THAT ONE DAY'

your so called best friend was now on the floor, gasping for air as he wheezed uncontrollably. you couldn't help but also crack a smile and you took the yearbook back into your lap and began flipping through the pages frantically as vernon slowly began to calm down.

'oh man, i know i've been friends with you since elementary school but oh my god..' vernon giggled again as he wiped away a stray tear. you ignored him and stopped when you finally found what you were looking for.

'aha! nonie, look'

vernon tucked his chin on your shoulder and peered over, curious to see what you found. oh. until he wasn't.

'you were like, a bit foreign. eyes beige, darkish blondish. shorta than meh' you sang in a nasally voice. immediately, vernon fell over and off the couch again, covering his bright red face with his hands.

'STAWPPPP I WAS 16 YEARS OLDDD' he wailed dramatically. you cackled maniacally, happy to get some kind of revenge.

vernon had joined your high school's rap club as a sophomore. it was only a hobby he had and he thought he needed at least one extra curricular under his belt, so he signed up.

you giggled as vernon collected himself but his face remained a bright shade of red. ''s alright nonie, we all have some kind of dark past'

he grumbled and sat down next to you. he reached over and flipped a few pages and pointed victoriously at a new photo and you felt your blood run cold. smack dab in the center of the yearbook was a big ass picture of you and your high school boyfriend, your arms wrapped around each other and cheesy smiles around. you weren't hungry but you suddenly felt yourself losing your appetite at seeing your ex's face.

'and you have yours' vernon said smugly. he paused for a moment before continuing. 'i hated him, by the way'

you blinked at him. 'really? i thought you liked him'

'yeah, i liked him for you. because you liked him. i thought he was a dick but if you liked him, that meant you saw something in him, right? so i trusted him' vernon scooted closer to you, his warm body now flush against yours. from where you were, you could smell his aloe vera shampoo and aftershave. you wondered if he could hear your heart thumping from where you were sitting.

probably, right?

'yeah, i thought you deserved better' he said in a much quieter voice. you leaned in, curious if he had anyone else in mind. 'no i'm not telling you who'

'pleaseeee it's been almost a decade, i can handle it'

'no'

'did i know them?'

'yes'

'were they one of your friends?'

'... i guess you can say that'

'minwoo?'

vernon scoffed. 'minwoo? that prick only cared about hitting a joint at exact 2 hour intervals'

you giggled and cuddled up against him, your head laying on his chest now as his hand slowly stroked your hair.

'hmm i wonder who else'

'seokmin? seungkwan? minghao?'

'no, no, and no'

'you?' vernon nearly choked on nothing as he fought for composure but he was 10000% sure you heard his heart pounding when you laid your head on his chest. 'oh my god chwe hansol are you being serious?'

vernon fought for words, any words. he just needed something for damage control but he basically had nothing. your jaw dropped open when you saw him nervously fidget and avoid eye contact.

eventually, the silence got too quiet for vernon, a rare occurence.

'okay, yes, i've had a crush on you since maybe sophomore year of high school. that's when i started writing songs about you. hell, maybe even love. you care so much for me and you always make sure i'm eating my meals and checking up on me and fuck you're my best friend, how am i not supposed to fall in love with you. i laugh with you the most, i cry with you the most. i spend the most amount of time with you and i fell in love with you somewhere in between those moments'

you fought the urge to cover your mouth with your hands. vernon was looking everywhere except for your direction, until you said four soft words, making his head snap towards your direction.

'i love you too'

'h-huh?'

'yeah, since the day you lost your race to take me to the nurse's office on field day'

vernon was now looking at you, searching your eyes to detect any lies or insincerity but all he saw was your bright eyes sparkling at him.

'thank god. i don't know how much longer i could've gone without telling you' he gave you a cheesy grin before inching closer, his face now centimeters away from yours. his hands rested on either cheek, the cool skin of his palms sending a small shiver down your spin and you thought your heart was going to leap out of your throat.

'can i kiss you?'

you smiled and a single tear fell off your lash and landed on your cheek, which vernon almost immediately wiped away. 'you better, i've been waiting since we met under that mistletoe our junior year of high school'

vernon chuckled and pulled you in closer, capturing your lips with his.

'of course, i could never break a promise'

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[kysuguru]

you REPLIED IM SO HAPPY😭😭🤞 btw the fact that suguru AND satoru are both her love interests im so HAPPY stsg for the WIN!!! i love how suguru and shoko automatically know what satoru is implying cause hes so so OBVIOUS!

i cant imagine the troubles suguru and satoru would have with reader.. shes so enduring and she allows them to do whatever because shes too sweet! ofc shes serious when the time comes down to it but i just know she takes the two lightly and cares too highly of their opinions to really say no to them. i 100% know suguru is worst when it comes to teasing her. in this universe i want to believe suguru does not deflect so he stays there w them. although reader probably does not realize the two actually is in love with her, she probably assumes they are with each other so she does not want to intrude.

what if shoko and reader were discussing about first dates and she finds out reader never had her first anything and sets her up with one? maybe rin or shin?! LOL and behold satoru and suguru being menaces and completely mean to her . the trouble they would cause to the way they would be so upset. reader actually enjoyed her first date but shes confused why stsg are so upset over her. they always teased her for not having a bf and when she does try theyre even more ruthless?? bc in reality to stsg they always thought she belonged to them and they’re actually in shock that shoko would do that knowing about their crushes on reader? (cue shoko laughing in the background)

i love these asks smmm😭 tysm for sending. and ur right!! i have chapter one and two written and posted on my ao3, but suguru doesn’t defect, i cant allow that. and yes… stsg are sooo annoying when it comes to jealousy. like they are so suffocating..

this is new, very new.

it was a brief conversation, so mundane you wouldn’t bother to remember it unless brought up. shoko asked a simple question. “you ever been on a date before?” after talking about her horrible experiences with lousy men. it was an easy answer, “no.”

and you thought it’d end there. of course it’s normal for girls your age to go on dates with other people, experience the life of romance at a young age, but it wasn’t odd to meet a girl your age who hadn’t been on a date. so you weren’t sure why shoko put you up to this.

rin sits across you with a beaming smile, the fluorescents of the cafe highlighting his freckles. you fiddle with the warm cup of coffee in front of you. you weren’t much of a coffee person, but you panicked and ordered the first thing on the menu. it was bitter, terribly so, you weren’t sure whether you’d prefer this or satoru’s cups of diabetes.

you sip on it occasionally, to make yourself look engaged. you hope your poker face has improved, you’d be humiliated if the bitterness on your tongue manifested itself onto your expression (rin noticed, but felt too awkward to speak up).

it’s weird, and you try pretending this wasn’t set up at a romantic date.

you like rin, he’s really nice, but you’d never even imagined him romantically.

he’s beaming at you, you think he’s blushing, and he looks as if he’s in a daze with his cheek resting on his palm. the look of adoration is so shell shocking you’re gazing around the cafe at other customers he might be looking at.

you chalk it up to excitement of being in such a nice place.

conversation with him is easy though, you realize.

it’s unlike satoru or suguru. suguru’s a listener, unlike satoru who’s a talker. they fit in so well with one another it makes it hard to fit in. you don’t mind that, watching from afar is enough for you. but you still yearn.

maybe that’s why shoko did this in the first place. to get your mind off of them. you suppose it wouldn’t be bad to broaden your spectrum, you needed more friends anyway. you couldn’t always hang onto shoko, suguru, and satoru forever.

hours pass, and before either of you know it, the sun sets.

rin was full of stories, he had so much to tell about kyoto, his classmates, and his missions. he was so fond of it all that you couldn’t bear to stop him. it was nice listening to someone on the same level as you. not that you disliked listening to satoru boast about his missions and how awesomely strong he was, but it was a nice change of pace to hear such things come from someone of your caliber.

you could get used to this.

your entering the school with a content face. you feel them both before you see them.

satoru drapes himself onto you, talking obnoxiously loud in your ear as suguru sends you a soft smile. your company with rin was wonderful, but you didn’t realize how much you missed your favorite people until you see their visages.

“where were you at for so long?” suguru asks calmly, though there’s a hint of something else you can’t really decipher. maybe suspicion.

“shoko set me up on a date with rin.” you say sheepishly, scratching your cheek.

they both freeze, you can feel the way satoru’s breath stutters as his hold gets loose. you look up at them both, brows raised.

…

it’s so silent. was it something you said? were they perhaps upset you didn’t say anything? did they want to tag along? you would’ve said yes immediately.

“rin from kyoto?” satoru whispers, and you think he sounds angry. you can’t fathom why, so you try and brush if off. even though there’s a seed of dread starting to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“yes... shoko said something about chemistry. whatever that means!” you chuckle nervously.

satoru let’s you go, backing away. now you’re worried.

“i-is something wrong?” you look up at suguru for assistance but he’s turned his head.

you shuffle your feet, anxious. they’re obviously upset, but you don’t know why. “did i do something?” that’s the only thing you could think of. or did they not like rin? he was a nice guy, so you wouldn’t understand why.

satoru rubs your head, startling you.

“it’s nothing, sweets,” he says.

but he’s walking off before you can speak any further, he makes a point not to let you see his face as he departs. suguru gives you a strained smile before he’s following. “night,” he mutters.

and even though satoru reassured you, that seed of dread continued to grow.

satoru and suguru are busy. satoru hasn’t asked for your notes in awhile. you wanna assume that he’s got it down until you hear him loudly bugging suguru for his notebook. your heart drops at the fact that satoru just hasn’t asked you. you don’t know why that hurts, it shouldn’t. maybe suguru just conveys the answer better, there’s nothing wrong with that.

they go out for lunch, leaving you and shoko in the empty cafeteria with your cold noodles. shoko’s great company, of course, but the lack of satoru’s loud voice and suguru’s scolding makes it feel eerily quiet.

nights in the common room have shrunk to just you and shoko. it’s been like this for a few days. only a few days. yet you feel as if these days are dragging on slower than usual. shoko notices, and rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath how pathetic boys could be.

you think she’s spoken to them, for they look at you a little more now. but they barely talk to you unless the situation calls for it, even then, they’re awkward.

but it isn’t until shoko has been in high demand after a dangerous mission that the first years came back from that you’re alone with them. you’re nervous, feeling their eyes trained on you. you don’t dare make contact.

they begin talking to each other, and you feel joy consume you at the familiarity of it. you’re looking up now, making eye contact with the both of them. satoru opens his mouth, but you intervene.

“i’m sorry!”

their eyes are wide.

“i’m sorry for whatever i did. it’s just.. you guys feel distant. if it’s because of me then—”

“i should say sorry,” your eyes flit up to suguru’s as he scratches his neck sheepishly. “i was being childish.” he speaks into his palm. “we were being childish.” he corrects himself, eyes glaring into satoru’s, who huffs and crosses his arms.

“so it was something i did?” your brows knit as a frown etched itself onto your lips.

“it’s more complicated than that,” suguru says. but you’re not convinced.

satoru mutters something under his breath, you catch nothing but rin’s name. so you ask him to repeat himself.

“i just don’t like rin, is all.”

you blink.

“d-did he do something?” you needed to know, if he hurt or insulted suguru or satoru in any way you were ready to break it off—

“no. not exactly, we just… don’t like you being alone with him,” suguru admits, flushed.

oh!

you felt relief fill your chest.

“i think i know now.” you smile, happily. they stare. they both lean slightly forward, anticipating. “if i ever go out with him again i’ll invite you both out!” you clap your hands together.

they were upset that they weren’t invited along. that makes sense. you’re relieved. satoru did eye that cafe whenever you three passed it.

they share a look, one of amusement and one of exasperation.

“such a ditz,” satoru grumbles.

“we’d like that,” suguru smiles.

you’re happy, so happy you could cry tears of relief.

“i’m glad, i thought you were both gonna hate me forever.”

suguru grabs your hand, caressing your palm, your heartbeat spikes. “that’d never happen.”

satoru scoots closer to you and drapes himself over your shoulders, the familiar action has your cheeks hurting from how big you’re smiling. he squishes his cheek against yours, rubbing softly as he speaks, “never go out alone with rin again, okay? you need at least me or suguru there, not even shoko’s enough!”

they will never forget how she betrayed them so.

“of course,” you exhale, joyful.

and yes, abt stsg ur also right! this is kinda a poly thing. stsg love each other and the reader

#the reader genuinely can’t fathom being courted romantically #stsg.am #🫐.jjk #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto #suguru #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru #suguru getou #suguru getou x reader

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

Hi there! How are you doing? I have some questions, well, a rant *plus* some questions.

I feel... safer with allo allies than I do with aro/ace communities (online). Does that make me aphobic/bad? I don't go by labels because for me, they're not necessary. If I *were* to label myself based purely on definitions, I would be aroace, specifically, demiromantic asexual. I used to go by this a while back.

I don't fit the stereotype of being aroace at all. I'll talk about the aromantic side. Unlike most arospecs i've seen online, I LOVE Valentine's day! I LOVE shipping! I LOVE consuming romance fiction. I LOVE romance et cetera et cetera and yet I don't experience it like allos do. I need a strong bond with someone in order to fall in love and it takes me really, really, long to do so. But once it happens, my love is not 'weak'. It makes me pass really well as allo because of this, but it makes a lot of people in the aro community mad because I'm 'stealing' a label to 'feel special'. I was always told I was not aroace, that I couldn't be aroace by definition. That I was alloromantic asexual pretending to be on the arospec. That I was too scared to be 'basic'.

On that topic, and I think this is unintentional, but... why is nobody batting an eye when an aro or an ace person shames an allo or calls them weird or basic? Because they're doing exactly what allo aphobes are doing to them. I had this conversation with a friend and he said, 'that doesn't happen, allo people don't get shamed especially by aspec people', yet, I keep seeing things like 'I fucking hate allos so much' and 'To all my aces, we're not like allos, we're better' or something along those lines.

Whenever I enter an aspec online space, I'm made to feel like an intruder because, as I said, my experiences are very similar to the allo experience EXCEPT for the fact that I don't feel romantic attraction unless a strong bond has been formed. I'm not saying the aroace community is bad in any way, don't get my wrong, I'm saying that there is a massive gatekeeping problem going around and so much bubbling hatred and separation, and I don't understand any of it. In a prefect world, I'd happily identify as aroace, but I feel ashamed to do so now.

The gatekeeping... the infighting, I don't want to hate the online community of which I'm supposed to belong but this... this isn't right. The allo allies don't do things like this. They don't make me feel insecure about myself. And yes, while I don't experience romance like an allo would, I feel safe around them. I need to ask, have you seen this too? Have you experienced this? Is this truly all in my head? What do you think?

I apologize for the vent or if I seem aphobic, I just really need answers and I'm tired of the constant hatred... How are you? Did you drink enough water? Did you sleep well today? Did you eat? Again, I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable with this!

Vents are totally welcome, Anon. Don't worry.

I'm really sorry you ran into gatekeeping, Anon. I feel like that's something that's really been on the rise especially over the last couple of years. It's a real issue and it causes a lot of harm. This should go without saying, but demiromantic people are aro, and have just as much right to be here as anyone else on the aro spectrum.

I do think at least part of the problem is social media in general and how things are set up these days. We don't have community spaces as much anymore, in particular we've lost moderated spaces where gatekeepers can be properly dealt with. And there's very little curation or organization. Things are chaotic and fragmented, and one person's experience and what kind of posts they say see may vary wildly from someone else's. There's also a competing needs issue, where one aro may need to vent about romance, another may need their romantic side validated and there's no way to organize so each can find the space they each need.

If finding aro spaces/blogs that are more accepting is important to you, Anon (and it's OK both if it is or isn't), my big advice would be seek out demiromantic blogs and posters specifically. There's some very good ones around and they'll be posting about aro things that are relevant to you, and even more importantly won't be gatekeeping demi identities.

For more aro-general blogs, there are ones out there that are also inclusive and anti-gatekeeping, but it may take a bit of work to find them. Be very liberal with your unfollow and block buttons. If someone is gatekeeping block on sight, but also if they're not posting the type of aro content that you need or want to see, you're allowed to organize things so you don't see their posts. Sometimes unfollowing is enough, but blocking also doesn't necessarily mean the other person has done anything wrong, it's just a tool to make sure you're not seeing a blog you don't want to see.

For the shaming allos question, I do think it's a complex topic. For me it depends on context. I definitely do not believe in any kind of ace/aro superiority, being ace and/or aro, or being allo are both neutral. Nobody's smarter or more moral or more pure or anything like that. But sometimes people say things as a vent in the moment and are reacting to a difficult situation they've been in. So for example someone may say 'allos suck' but it comes from a place where they've been very badly treated by allos for being ace or aro but they're referring more to the societal systems that are in place that privilege allo people and make life more difficult for ace/aro people, they don't actually believe being allo makes someone a bad person. (It can be hard to tell what's going on just from a post, again it's OK to unfollow and block, especially if it's just not what you personally need to see in the moment).

Personally I don't come across a lot of this type of stuff, but this is what I mean about things being fragmented, the blogs I follow just aren't posting about the infighting or gatekeeping and I don't happen to see it in the tags when I go in there. But I do hear about it second hand, and it seems like it's a problem on other social media sites I'm not on as well.

I'm sorry you've had a hard time, Anon. But I am glad you've found people you can be comfortable with and be yourself around. That's really important too. And thanks for the reminder that I really should drink more water today.

Hopefully at least some of this is helpful, but if you have more questions or want to discuss anything in more detail, feel free to send in another ask.

All the best!

#aspec antagonism #vent post

[altbite]

How MW2 characters would react to an asexual!reader

i am sleepless and it is 2am so we doing this lmao. this is how mw2 characters would react if you came out to them as asexual. Sorta geared towards a sex neutral reader

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Alejandro: babygirl would be supportive but flabbergasted at the same time. Like how do you not find someone hot. when you explain that you do find people hot, you just don’t want to fuck them, he eventually gets it (or he tries). You two would people watch and point out who you think is attractive. smash or pass basically. he definitely would judge you for your type

Ghost: It shocks you he actually knows what asexuality is. he’s very supportive but with the “i don’t give a fuck” type supportive. he’s like “ok cool 💀” and walks away. you two never talk or bring it up again.

Soap: He is the opposite of Ghost. Does not know what asexuality is. You explain it to him and he tries to follow along but he is a bit of a manwhore so he doesn’t understand but understands. Asks alot of questions, some of them are really stupid like “are you a plant🧍‍♂️” . Accidentally would out you to someone. And if he sees you flirting with someone it will confuse him even more. He’s kinda stupid okay. he would also give you plants as a joke and be like “ look its you”

Price: He is also like Ghost. He tells you he’s proud of you for coming out and telling him. Knows it can be hard and people can be dicks. Gives you a pat on the back and tells you to fuck off and let him work. Supportive Dad. Comes to pride events just to drink and will wave a small flag like drinking like “Ally” (please get the meme)

Gaz: The most knowledgeable on this topic and anything lgbt related. Dude high fives you and asks you about your experience and where you lie on the spectrum and how it works for you personally. A more respectful and understanding manwhore. Also plays smash or pass with you.

Konig: Stares blankly at you. He wants to show you support but his awkwardness just makes him “🧍‍♂️👍”. He’s super chill with it, but never brings it up unless you do first as he doesn’t want to intrude or make you uncomfortable. definitely googles it and reads about it on reddit.

#konig #mw2 soap #konig mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 alejandro #mw2 ghost #mw2 konig #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #cod #cod x reader #soap cod #ghost cod #cod gaz #cod alejandro #cod soap #cod ghost #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #alejandro mw2 #mw2 gaz #mw2 price #john price #captain price #john ‘soap’ mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas

[genshrineimpact]

Can you imagine during archon war we were like the most scariest, powerful god in it?

The Harbinger of Death, goddess of lost war, brutalz bloody battles, plaques and hunger (anything to do with war basically that happens during and after that's not glorified) so the archon war is causing them to become even more powerful.

Being known as merciless God who kills anyone in their way causes weaker god's to be terrified but at the same, some brave souls seek protection. And surprisingly they get it, because reader is a softie.

Morax in turn is desperate for some allies. Due to him gaining the geo gnosis, he put a massive cross on his back. He has guizhong and osail, but it's not enough to protect his people.

So he comes up with a plan to court the worst possible option - the most powerful bloody god that celestia was considering to become the god of death (because with amount of death in the war, death domain needed someone to look over it)

It doesn't help that he had a massive crush after meeting us on the battlefield and seeing how we help our wounded soldiers and being good leader and deity.

So starts the awkward tries of more rough around the edges, young and hormonal Morax to court us, while ozial and guizhong are trying to change his mind.

slfkslfks holy shit i- never thought about this concept but hhhhhhh

help this turned into a fic before i realized-

ps. not proofread, this is literally word vomit and i haven't reread it yet cause my lunch break's over lsdjflskd

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

you're the god of war, known for your merciless nature and prowess in battle. you're offered the finest wine, battle armors of the fallen, the biggest livestock. each year a hunting competition is celebrated across your nation, with many people joining in to prove themselves to you, a chance for them to show their loyalty and perhaps be granted your blessings in return.

you feed from the hopelessness in your enemies' eyes, the tear of their battle wills, the blood spilled upon your people's weapons. you are the definition of fear and morbid, and your people hold an equal amount of respect and fear towards you. the gods fear you and scorn you but they're afraid to cross your path because they know you're perfectly capable to crush them under your feet if you so desire.

but what most fail to realize is that although you are the personification of ruin itself, you're secretly drawn to everything that's on the opposite spectrum of your nature, but you're so afraid to indulge yourself because what can your battle-scarred hands do besides destroying everything they touch? they don't realize that your fierceness stems from your wish to protect your people. they don't realize that you wish for a company, someone strong enough to stand by your side, someone who wouldn't crumble from your fierceness yet treasures your weaknesses, someone whom you can trust wholeheartedly without fearing that you might get stabbed on your back the moment you let your guard down. they don't realize that you despise having to enjoy the offerings alone....

enter rex lapis, god of contracts, whose prowess falls just a little short below you. but what rex lapis misses, he makes up with his wit and the companions who support him from behind the scenes. rex lapis, like the other gods, fear you and see you as a threat to their people, because in his eyes you're just this thirsty warmonger who thrives upon the deaths of the innocents.... or, well, that is, until he sees you personally mourning over the deaths of your people. immediately, he's intrigued. but he dares not to intrude on your moment of solitude, afraid that he would provoke you if you discover him seeing you in your most vulnerable state. the image stays at the back of his mind, and both guizhong and osial notice how he always fall silent whenever your name comes up.

it isn't until the archon war that he proposes an idea to make an alliance with you. obviously guizhong disagrees and starts listing off the cons of doing so, being his trusted strategist. osial thinks he's gone crazy, and he departs with a snarl and a disbelieving shake of head when the god of contracts tries to explain his reasons. guizhong tries to persuade him otherwise, because there are millions of ways that this could go wrong, and because she has tried to reach out to you in the past but was turned away. you clearly do not want to associate yourself with anyone in the first place. and rex lapis knows that his friend is, as always, correct - but his rational side wavers when he remembers the pained sobs that left your lips and the tears falling down your cheeks.

"nonetheless, we should still try. i have a hunch they will turn out to be different than the rumors."

guizhong starts re-explaining again from the top, and for once rex lapis does not listen.

the next time he dives into battle, the thought plagues his mind, alongside osial's betrayal. maybe that's why he was unable to realize that guizhong was in danger. why he was unable to react in time when his mind's eye connects the trajectory of the blade with the positions of his people. by the time he realizes what was going on, guizhong is already plummeting towards the ground, straight towards your troops' formation.

he's moving on pure instinct when he speeds over towards his friend, he knows it's utter foolishness to appear before the enemy's territory, especially in his frazzled state. he braces for enraged yells and blades sinking upon his skin, he prepares to retreat- and yet everything is silent with the exception of the sound of war in the background. he looks up and sees you, looking down at them with a stoic expression on your face, so different from his memory. the nefarious nicknames flash beyond his eyes, and he grips guizhong's body protectively, draconic eyes glaring up at you, a silent warning.

to his utter shock, your eyes soften. or perhaps it was just his imagination? because you've closed them before he could examine it further, and when you turn towards your generals, your voice is as authoritative and cold as ever, sending shivers down his spine.

but no, it must have not been a fever dream, because you're telling your troops to march forward and conduct themselves along with his troops. you tell them to protect his people and to fully assist his soldiers.

"why?" he asks, and his voice is soft and cracked against the deafening song of the battlegrounds, but still you turn towards him and watch as your gaze falls to the goddess of dust.

"she gave me a flower, once."

it's thousands of years later that rex lapis realizes, as he gazes upon you admiring the first glaze lily that your people managed to cultivate - perhaps it was that single sentence that finally broke the walls he's set around his heart. he casts a forlorn look towards the sea stretching beyond the harbor and the dust dancing in the air under the bright sun.

if only they could see him now. if only they could see you now.

"i told you they would be different from the rumors."

he winces when a speck of dust enters his eyes and chuckles when you start fussing over him, your touch gentle as you examine his teary eyes.

yes, very different indeed.

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USA 1990

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You dont know me 5

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and Chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM! Just mentions seeing it, i do NOT go into detail of it or it happening,

It was now after school and I paced back and forth in my bedroom, not knowing what to do. I was still shaken up from my experience with Nate in the parking lot, but I knew I had to speak to Chris. I couldn't text him, I didn't have his number. I could just show up at his house, but that's just straight creepy. I couldn't talk to him at school, clearly. I fell onto my bed. What do I do?

After about an hour I decided I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed my phone and my shoes and walked out of my balcony and climbed down my tree. I had to see him. I had to fix this. I don't give a damn how I look just showing up at his house. I have to get to the bottom of this.

It was a little past 4:30 as I started to walk down the street. I looked down at my feet as I walked. Trying to think about what to say. How to apologize without knowing fully what I did wrong. It was eating me alive.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the same, pale white house. I sighed looking around before walking up the steps. This time I looked from side to side to see if he was hiding on the porch again. He wasn't. It was empty. I looked up at the sky, cursing myself at how psycho I was about to look. I didn't want him to question me.

Why do you care so much?

Don't you have a boyfriend to worry about?

The truth was, I didn't know why I cared so much. Why I seeked his approval so much. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and knocked quickly on the door and stepped back. I blinked at the door. I heard no movement from inside.

I tapped my foot on the front porch harder as time passed. I started losing hope of someone answering the door the longer I stood there. Should I knock again? No I shouldn't knock again, that's weird. What am I doing? I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

Suddenly the door opened slowly. I stood back up straighter as the door opened. I expected to see Chris's brown hair and but instead an older man showed his face and furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes landed on mine. My face turned red.

"Why hello young lady, can I help you?" He asked looking at me. He was an older man, not a fragile old man, but definitely too old to be Chris's father. I took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled at me. "Uh" I said looking down at my feet.

"Is Chris home? I really need to talk to him" I said quickly looking up at the man. He just looked at me for a second. He turned and looked inside before turning back to me. "Uh no, Chris isn't home yet. He normally takes Nate to hockey practice after school so he doesn't get home until after 5" The man explained. Defeat filled me. I looked down and nodded. Of course he does. That selfless piece of shit.

I looked up at the man and briefly smiled. "Oh alright, well I'm sorry for bothering you then" I said as I started to turn away. "You can come wait inside if you'd like. He should be home any minute" The man said stopping me. I looked back at him. I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll just talk to him another time" I said not wanting to intrude on this poor mans home because I needed to apologize to Chris. He shook his head.

"No I insist, please come in" He said opening the door wider so I could come inside. I just looked at him as he motioned me inside. I sighed before looking at the road and then at the door. If I wasn't so desperate I would turn and walk away. But the thought of Chris being angry with me was something I couldn't live with for another 24 hours.

I walked through the door. "Thank you" I said as I walked inside. The inside was nice. There was a living room and a small kitchen next to it. There was a lounge chair right in front of a tv I think was 50 years old. I smiled at the house. Nice, Simple, grandma's-house vibes. It felt like home.

My house felt like a business office with how many people were in and out of there. The amount of pictures that were perfectly lined on the walls and even some of the cabinets in the kitchen that were labeled 'don't touch' made me feel like my house was a walking museum, much less a home. I think the only room I was allowed to touch was my own, and that was after my mother ripped down my posters and hung framed ones that read designer brands because they 'looked more classy'.

I turned and looked at the man as he closed the door. "I thought you were Chris at first, that boy is always forgetting his key" He smiled shaking his head. I smiled at him. He walked towards the kitchen. "Would you like some lemonade? I made it myself this morning" He smiled at me pulling out two cups. I smiled at him. How could I say no to that? I nodded.

"I would love some" I said as he poured the glasses. He walked over handing me the cup. He motioned to the couch for me to sit as he sat in the lounge chair. "I'm Dan Sturniolo, Chris's grandfather" He said smiling at me. I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Sturniolo" I said looking at him, he shook his head. "Please don't call me that, it makes me feel old. Call me Dan" He said laughing. I nodded.

"Now, what is your name dear?" Dan asked looking at me, drinking out of his cup. "Y/n, Y/n Labraut" I said looking at him. His eyes went wide as he looked at me and tilted my head. Yeah I get that reaction a lot. I smiled sadly at him. I got that reaction more often than not.

"Labraut?" He asked looking at me. I lifted the cup to my mouth before drinking some. Oh my gosh this was the best lemonade I've ever had. I nodded looking down. I hated this first conversation of introducing myself to someone new and hearing 'you're a Labraut?!'. It's exhausting. My parents have money, I don't. Treat me like everyone else please.

"So your dad is..." He trailed off. "Scott Labraut, yes" I nodded looking at me. He raised his eyebrows nodding. "Well" he breathed. "Chris's never brought home a girl before, let alone a Labraut" He smiled kindly at me. I blushed and looked down.

"Yeah well I wasn't really invited" I said quietly. He sighed. "Well you know Chris, he's...Chris" Dan sighed. I nodded. "Yeah" I breathed knowing what he meant. Chris was Chris. He's got a hard shell. His walls are built up high and I don't know why. I don't even know what I do wrong half the time. I just knew I was sorry.

For some unknown reason I feel a draw towards him in my life. Like I need him. Maybe it's because he's the only person who treats me like a normal human being. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

All of the sudden the door turned and opened revealing Chris on the other side. He sighed as he walked in. His eyes met his grandfather's before meeting mine. His expression changed to shocked face. He sighed again and looked at me. He's probably thinking, what the hell are you doing in my house, in my living room, drinking lemonade with my grandpa? Honestly I didn't know.

Chris closed the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me looking defeated. I felt my heart turned and I set down the cup in my hands and turned towards him. "Chris! That is no way to talk to a lady" His grandfather scolded him. He looked over at him with a straight face and then back to me. "No it's fine really" I said looking at Dan.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again. I stood up off the couch and opened my mouth to speak. "She said she would like to speak with you Chris" Dan said before I could say anything. I looked at Dan and then at Chris. Chris pursed his lips before turning and walking down the hall. I watched him as he disappeared. I looked down at my feet. If anyone knew how to make me feel little, it was him.

"Go" Dan whispered over at me. I looked up at him as he motioned down the hall. I looked down the hall before walking around the couch and then down the hall. The last door was cracked open. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Chris was setting down his keys on his dresser. His walls were lined with posters that read, "Good Charlotte", "Green Day", "Sleeping with the Sirens", etc. I smiled at them. I wished I could have posters in my room like this.

"I love green day" I whispered. He turned and looked at the poster on his wall and then back at me, smiling slightly. I smiled at him. He sat back on his bed and looked up at me, with his hands on his lap. I looked down at him. All of the sudden forgetting what I was doing there. I was standing in front of him as he sat on the bed in front of me. All I really wanted to do was push him back and climb on top of him, forgetting I was here to apologize.

"Y/n, stop doing that" He said snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and took a deep breath. He's right. Y/n, stop doing that. I sighed and sat down next to him. "Chris, I'm sorry" I breathed. He just stayed silent next to me. I looked down at my hands. "I guess I don't really know what I'm apologizing for, but I know that I'm sorry" I said shaking my head.

"I know what I said made you upset, and I don't know why, but I know I did something wrong from the way you stormed off and the way that Nate yelled at me and It's been eating me alive and I just don't want you to be upset with me or decide that you don't want to be my friend anymore because the way that this is starting isn't going so good, but I still want to be your friend even if you don't want to be mine. Not that I'm like forcing you to be friends with me, if you don't I understand I've been a total bitch and I-" I was rambling.

I bit my tongue. Chris didn't look over at me. I didn't know how to act around him. I was paincky and sweaty and nervous. Why was I so nervous? I took a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have asked about your personal life. I overstepped and I'm sorry" I said quietly. Silence. He was good at that. Not saying anything, so I never knew if he accepted the apology or not. "And I realize now how creepy it was to show up at your house and force you to listen to me apologize to you" I laughed lightly. He didn't laugh. I stopped laughing quickly. I never knew what he was thinking and I hated it. The silence he gave me was always so horrible. I think I'd rather him yell at me than stay quiet.

"I'll leave if you want me to leave" I whispered after a few seconds. He still didn't say anything. I took that as a hint. He wanted me to leave. I swallowed and nodded before standing up off the bed. I looked down at him. His eyes were fixated on his shoes. I opened my mouth to say something else but closed it quickly. Just go Y/n. I turned on my heels and started to walk towards the door.

My first friend who wasn't Sydney and I blew it within a day. I'm so good at this. My hand reached up and I started to turn the nob when he spoke.

"Y/n, don't-" He breathed. I stopped and turned around. He looked at me with a sad expression. "Don't leave please" He said quietly. I bit my lip and looked down. What did he want me to do? I apologized. He didn't really accept it. That's that right? He ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry I just wish that-" He stopped. I walked back over to him and sat down next to him as he looked in front of him. I wish I could know what he was thinking. I knew I couldn't , no matter how hard I tried. The way he was always quiet and if he wasn't quiet, he was yelling or starting a fight.  His mind is something I always try to attempt to figure out but it's like solving a Rubik's cube. It's defeating.

He looked over at me. I just looked at him silently begging for him to give me something, anything. "I don't know how to do this" He said looking at me. I smiled. "I don't either" I said back. He smiled sadly and looked down.

"I just wish that you could know everything, but I don't know how to give it to you" He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't know what he was talking about, but it was something. Something I could work with. In the short time I've known Chris, I've learned pushing him for information does absolutely nothing. He was going to break open with time, I couldn't push that.

"It's okay" I said quietly. I knew he didn't have any reason to trust me. I wanted to gain that trust but I knew it was only going to come with time. He pursed his lips still looking away from me. He tapped his foot on the ground. "You don't have to apologize for what happened today" He said quietly. I opened my mouth to defend myself yet again but he stopped me.

"Can I ask you something?" He said looking up at me. Anything. I blinked at him. "Why do you apologize so much?" He asked. I took a deep breath. I looked down at my hands and shrugged.

"I don't know" I whispered. He stayed quiet beside me, listening. He was good at that.

"I feel like everyone around me never gives me a chance" I said shaking my head. "Like everyone already has their mind made up about me, and maybe it's true, what they think at least" I said looking down. I've had a constant fear my whole life that I was what everyone's imagination made out of me.

"I feel like my whole life I've been trying to disprove everything everyone thinks about me and I guess that comes with apologizing, when I fail to meet someone's expectations for me." I explained. "I guess that also comes with giving in, just apologizing even when I don't even know what it's for, I just know I'm sorry because I did something wrong. I get it, I fall short sometimes, but I feel like I'm put on this unrealistic exception of who I should be, and no one really cares of who I actually am." I said thinking over all of the relationships in my life.

"So when I'm around people the lines between who they want me to be and who I am start to become blurrier the more I try to be who they want me to be." I said furrowing my eyebrows. I looked over at him. He just looked at me. "You're the only person in the world who knows about my parents and the stupid tattoo I want, or what I actually think about things" I breathed looking at him.

"I feel like you're the only person who I don't have to pretend around. It's....refreshing" I said looking at him. He smiled slightly. "But in my life I know that that's not what other people want from me, they want the girl who never steps out of line, the girl who can sit there and smile for the picture, the girl who they know would do anything to please another person" I said shaking my head thinking about it.

"The girl they respect" I mumbled. I looked down at my hands. "You don't always have to be who they want you to be" Chris said beside me. I looked up at him. "Chris, it's not that simple" I breathed. "When I was born, I didn't immediately get the excitement of being able to mess up, or be whoever I wanted to be" I said shaking my head. "I was born to be a Labraut" I sighed.

"I feel like my parents only started liking me when I started dating Max. So for him, I'd anything not to lose him, because If I lose him I lose my parents." I said shaking my head. "They would never forgive me. I'd be exactly who they think I am." I said leaning back. "A disappointment" I breathed.

"So when Max and I fight I know that I can't fight back, because I know I'd lose him. I learned at a very early age that standing up for yourself does nothing but trouble for yourself. So I do anything to make him stay." I said feeling a lump start to form in my throat. I don't know what Chris brings out of me, but every time I'm around him I feel like a truth serum has been poured into me, and I don't know if it's a good thing.

"You mean like.." He trailed off and I looked at him. His eyes glanced over my body and then back to my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he looked up at me with hurt in his eyes. I turned away from him and wiped the stray tear that was attempting to fall. I took a deep breath. I know what he's thinking. I'm weak. I'm a pushover. I just give in. I'm not making a good impression, but I'm trying.

"I'm telling you all of this because I feel like with you I don't have to try" I breathed. "That I can just be me" I explained. "I feel like in front of my friends I'm expected to be someone and I'm sorry that I got so in my head about it that I potentially messed this up" I said looking over at him. He just blinked at me.

"I've just never had a friend like you before" I whispered meeting his eyes. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. He was good at those. Hiding his thoughts in his head. I used to be good at that, until I was around him. Then the flood gates open and my secrets are washed up in the floor in front of us, me not understanding how they got there.

"Trust me, I've never had a friend like you before either" He whispered back making me smile. His knee moved to where it was pressing next to mine. I felt it more than I should have in the moment. He didn't do it intently, but with him everything felt intentional.

"People are scared of me, don't really give me a chance either" He said quietly beside me. I looked up at him and smiled. The corners of his mouth curled up and he looked down. It made me feel comforted that he at least tired to empathize what I go through.

I don't know why I care about saving this friendship but I do, and it's all that consumed me lately. He looked down at my hand that held my bracelet. His fingers grazed over my wrist and I pulled my hand away out of reflex. He looked up at me.

"Sorry I-" I started to say but stopped. I held out my arm again and showed him. "It's nothing special, I just found it in a pawn shop on South 8th-" I started rambling. He didn't speak as he lifted the bracelet into his hands and moved his fingers between the little tiny stars that were hanging from them. He then turned my wrist over and grazed his thumb over two small cuts in the center of my wrist. I pulled my arm away and placed both my hands in my lap, not looking at him.

I could feel his gaze on me liking burning heat. I looked down in my lap. The two small cuts on my wrists were the only two that circulated on seen skin. I felt my face grow hot of embarrassment. I didn't know what to say.

"I like being your friend Y/n" He said quietly. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled sadly at me. We were still sitting close, knees pressed together, on the edge of his bed. His eyes glanced down to my lips and I felt the beat in my chest more prominently than before.

What I hated about this situation was I know what those lips taste like. I've felt them in between my own before. I've felt his tongue move in my mouth the way that sugar does with the sweetest candy. Him looking at me like this feels like how I presume a line of coke feels sitting in front of a recovering addict.

I was the first to look away, breaking the tension between us. I swallowed and stood up. If I create distance, there is no temptation. I looked down at him. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I asked looking at him. He looked surprised and then nodded looking down. I smiled before turning towards the door, but I heard him started to stand up.

"I-Uh-I'll walk you home" He stated. I turned around and shook my head. "No it's fine really" I said looking at him, but he was already walking towards me. "M-Max's waiting on me" I lied quickly. He stopped and looked at me. He nodded and looked down.

"Okay, I'll see you at school" He mumbled before sitting back down on his bed. I looked at him for a moment before turning and walking out of the room and saying a quick goodbye to his grandpa.

I don't know why I lied. I guess I just couldn't be around him for too long before I started to wonder what he tasted like again. Create distance, avoid temptation. At least that's why I keep telling myself. Which is going to be really hard considering we were officially friends now.

I walked the rest of the way home thinking about this, him, me, my life. It's all too much to think about at one time. I intentionally overwhelmed myself. My head was spinning by the time I made it to my front door. It was after dark, my parents were probably locked behind their bedroom for the rest of the night.

I walked in my room and fell onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I should get one of those glow-in-the-dark star stickers to put on my ceiling. So that I can feel somewhat at peace when I'm not outside looking at the real stars. They are little kiddish though, my parents would never let me get them.

I roll over and turn off the lamp that was the only thing providing dim lighting. The room went dark and rolled over hugging my pillow thinking about the things that I said, the things I wish I had said. The things I did, the things that I wish I did. I opened my eyes quickly.

Thinking them and actually doing them are too completely different things, but it still feels wrong. Should I want to kiss another boy? A boy that wasn't my boyfriend? Is that wrong to feel? It feels wrong to feel.

We were friends and I should embrace that. Which means no more looking at his mouth. No more leaving myself in a locked room with him. Just simply friends, who wave at each other in the hallway and occasionally see each other outside of school at social events if they happen to run into each other. My breathing returned to normal. I could do this. I will be fine. Me and Max will stay together and Chris and I will be friends and life will go on.

Yet, I can stop thinking about his long brown hair that falls perfectly over his eyes and his bright blue eyes as I doze off to sleep.

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Sole Beneficiary-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss needs comfort as she struggles with the aftermath of her parents’ divorce. Peeta always knows how to make her feel better.

Something Red-teetorini (ao3) Summary: "So how did you two meet?" Delly, their neighbor, asked. Katniss and Peeta glanced at each other. "Oh, um…" she faltered. Peeta turned toward Delly, giving her one of his charming smiles. "I'll let my wife tell this story. She's a great story-teller." He was doing this to tease her, and Katniss scowled at him. Katniss should have expected the onslaught of questions at their neighborhood block party, but when she's asked about how she and Peeta met, she clams up at the memory.

Son of A Preacher Man-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Inspired by the 1968 Dusty Springfield classic Son of A Preacher Man, written for Everlark Birthday Gifts on Tumblr.

Spectrum-purple_cube (ao3) Summary: It begins with a spark, one that brings color and heat to her fingertips while the rest of her remains grey and cold.

Spellbound-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Primrose Everdeen lead a simple life, sustained by a shop in a small town and a thriving online business that sells herbal remedies they concoct themselves. They share a lovely home in the woods, isolated from others, where they can be safe, only a cat and a cranky ghost living in the shed behind the abandoned house next door as company. Until a young man moves in next door, intending to restore it and live in it. Primrose just wants a friend and her sister’s happiness. Haymitch just wants to live his afterlife in peace. Katniss wants to get rid of the intruder and keep her sister and herself safe from anyone who might fear what they really are. Witches.

Spirits in the Material World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: On the personal side, the last few months have been fantastic for Peeta. On the professional side? Not so much. When a long-awaited opportunity comes up in New Mexico, he jumps at it. Katniss loves summers, really she does, and as a teacher, she gets the opportunity to savor (wallow in) every minute of it. By mid-July, she's about ready to go all Jack Nicholson in The Shining at any moment. If Peeta's heading out to New Mexico, she's going to tag along. Luckily, nothing has ever gone wrong on a cross country road trip.

Stay with me-angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss is involved in the rescue of Peeta from the Capitol. He was hers, and she was his. Written from the prompt: Katniss and Peeta join the Mile High Club.

Stricken-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: Katniss struggles to fill a void in the wake of tragedy. Modern day one-shot. Angst, drugs and sex warning.

Surrender-lieselmemingers (ao3) Summary: “I thought you were good at this,” Katniss breathes against his mouth. (Smut warning). Written for Day Three of the Prompts in Panem challenge.

Sweet Dreams-everydayescapeartist (ao3) Summary: Katniss has an itch. Maybe she can scratch it with Peeta’s help. M/NSFW. Written for everlarkrecs’ Dirty December Challenge (Week 3: Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation)

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Sorry but my brain keeps wandering back to that interview, where Fujibayashi mentions that he wanted to depict Ganondorf as a “proud king of demons”. To be honest I think they succeeded there because Ganondorf, in his Demon King form, seems genuinely happy and giddy with the power he’s granted. He seems to take pride in the monsters under his command, readily lending them his power so that they can become the most powerful versions of themselves and carry out his orders. The monsters in turn seem to serve him without question, though it is also shown that they have their own personalities and their own way of life when they’re not busy pursuing the wayward traveller that intrudes on their territory.

Which now leads me to ask this: I get it, the monsters are your enemies because when they see you they react with violence and are meant to be killed. This is the game mechanic. However, how are monsters any different from a wild animal that would react viciously should you intrude on their territory? What makes them evil? If we go back to the theory that the Zonai mining operations is what unleashed them, is it because they have become an invasive species that now share the land with the surface dwellers? Is it because they are followers of Ganondorf? (I suppose the game wants you to understand their evilness as due to being followers of Ganondorf). If Kilton is to be believed then monsters are also indigenous to Hyrule so why should they not have some right to living on the land instead of being subjected to mass extermination campaigns?

Circling back to Ganondorf, his ruling philosophy, essentially being the survival of the strongest and the fittest, emulates the way the monsters in Hyrule have lived and survived for thousands upon thousands of years. Those that were capable of surviving the many onslaughts brought on by Hyrule were the ones that lived on. (Though, Ganondorf cheats here by reviving the the monsters that were slain with the blood moon. Maybe interesting to think that Ganondorf aims to subject Hyrule’s citizens to what monsters have been subjected to when he was not present, a reversal of roles if I may). Also, the idea that slain monsters become “aimless spirits”. An aimless spirit usually entails a spirit of a living being that died before it could complete its purpose, its life cut short and its spirit yearning to find meaning as it aimless roams the land.

Anyways, all’s this to say, I think Ganondorf, as a king of demons, ruled them as they wanted to be ruled. He ensured the most powerful could survive. He lent them his power. He brought the ones who were slain back to life so that they could have another chance to prove themselves worthy of the world of the living. As the most powerful demon amongst them, Ganondorf utilized his power not only to empower himself but also his armies so that Hyrule could not overcome them. He rides into battle with his demons beside him instead of commanding them from afar.

To me, that sounds like a decent king. He’s Hyrule’s enemy since he seeks to upend what surface dwelling citizens are accustomed to, but in terms of how he commands his own forces, he does a good and rather effective job. Even as leader of the Gerudo, the fact that he was able to convince his people to mount an attack against an allied Hyrule with a Zonai at its helm speaks a lot to the loyalty, faith and respect they had for him. Even in the final battle, his words “I will crush all opposition, I will rule. That is what a king must do” speaks to a sense of duty he has within himself that is so similar to Rauru aka this is how the world must be and I am the one that is capable of seeing it through so I will put myself on the throne.

My point at the end is this: it would have been cool if Zelda could observe how a respected king rules on both sides of the spectrum in her decision to restore Hyrule’s monarchy, considering all the little tidbits we learn about light and darkness existing hand in hand, the effort to better understand monsters stemming from Kilton etc. I don’t see it happening in LoZ (because an ultimate evil will always be regarded as just that) but it’s a cool thought to consider, because Ganondorf is an awesome Demon King in more than just looks and being a looming threat.

#ganonthots

[fstbmp-a]

(i never made an infinite banner and i probably never will-) @scumbag-the-hedgehog sent: "P-put me down…." The usurper's eyes are wide, barely concealing the fear behind those shades. Everything around him is a sickening red, the kind of red that feels like it's intruding on the natural spectrum of light, eating away at all the other color around it. Through the crimson light he can see an eye peeking out from that mask, glaring at them as some strange force holds Scourge up by the throat. He has to wonder how long he can keep himself collected.

"Come now, you were speaking such grandeur but moments ago." Hand idly aloft, the jackal kept Scourge above the ground. How easy it was to deal with speedsters when the friction they were so reliant on was deprived from them.

It would be a lie to say that, for the briefest moment, Infinite had mistaken this one for the blue blur himself, however-

"No, you're practically shaking like some sopping wet mongrel on the street."

Instead of releasing Scourge outright, he instead lifted him higher, grip only loosening as cannon materialized to drop Scourge into. It clicked, aiming downward to launch him directly into the earth below them.

"To think you even dared speak out of turn to me, just to be so quick to beg."

#All Will Rot ;; Infinite #scumbagthehedgehog #i have never written infinite once actually so excuse me if it takes some time to get into the flow #as i resist the urge to Just Write Gilgamesh--

[bylerfananimation]

It all started when Stranger Things season 4 part 1 came out, and I saw that scene where Mike apologizes to Will. While I was watching I was like “well, something is going on here 🤭” The staging of that scene, the intimacy, the feeling I was an intruder while watching - it felt like I was watching Skam France season 3. So I immediately started shipping BYLER.

(once I read ”gay culture is being a teenage when you’re 30 because your teenage years were not yours to live” and that’s exactly my case)

And, well, some people used to say I should start studying animation. And then I thought “I should try to make a frame by frame animation for Byler 🤔 with some 80’s song I enjoy 🤔 and then:

Will Byers Animation - Never Let me Down Again - Depeche Mode

(I can publish just one video for every post, so the next images are just a frame from the animations. I can post other videos later). The purpose was to make a good animation about something I like and use it as a portfolio.

I started making the lineart work on July/22. I finished it just on November. and I needed to paint all the frames yet (And draw the background and make all the post production stuff).

It was not perfect, but I tried my best to make it happen.

When I was almost finishing it I realize animation is not exactly my thing. Anyway, I have a endless tenderness for this project and I wanted to finish it with all my heart  ♥️ Now I don’t wanna finish it to use as a portfolio and to study animation. Honestly it is JUST for the fandom and for the love of byler.

In November, I traveled to Portugal to “start again” (I had this dream to move to Europe). My wife and my cat would come after me, when I get a job and a rent (I’m living with a friend).

But the computer I brought with me from Brazil to Portugal just broke in December. So I’m unable to finish the animation. 💔

And everything is going downwards here. I just realize taking that risk to live in Europe was such a mistake. I realize I’m more into the autistic spectrum then I thought, so everything is terribly painful and I can’t find a job. At least, I’m learning so much about myself and I can’t imagine any other way for this to happen. All I want right now is to come back to Brazil (I NEVER thought I would say it), respect my autistic boundaries, return to my shitty graphic designer job, finish the Byler animation and still studying drawing and stuff for my main project grows. (Flora Provenzano Art - on instagram)

But I have no money to return to Brazil.

if you’re reading this and if you have the possibility, you can help me to raise money to return to my country so I can finish this project. I know it’s all my responsibility, it’s all in my hands and no one have to do this, but, just in case you want to help and you can do it, please send me a paypal tip to [email protected]

I just hope my Byler animation doesn’t die 🙏

(And I survive this dream-to-autistic-nightmare I’m living in)

#byler nation #byler headcanon #byler art #byler #will byers #noah schnapp #byler s4 #byler fic

[bucephaly]

Actually enough of the 'adhd SPECIFICALLY is meant to have a subsect of people that will stay up at night to watch for intruders into camp. Autism is for people that are gunna get really good at one task !!' Like how about 'human diversity is valuable and everyone would be valued for their unique gifts and people in the past didn't feel the need to stuff people into boxes as 'different''

Basically: those words are made up and they don't actually mean anything specific they're just an attempt to compartmentalize the spectrum of human diversity and no box meant to contain a certain subsect of people will ever be entirely infallible and accurate'