#i am manifesting w o r d s

[linnienin]

💄A S T E R O I D ⁕ S I R E N E ⁕(1009)💄 through the signs and degrees

Disclaimer: Take what resonates. I'm not a professional astrologer, i just am an avid researcher and i use my personal experience when writing my posts (Also, pls, don't copy my work, i spend lot of time on it, thanks)

Hello beautiful souls!

I'm back with another post on a very requested asteroid 💜

A lot of you asked me about Asteroid Sirene and how it manifests in a birth chart, and initially i answered singularly, but the requests started to get out of hand a bit for me, so i decided to create a whole post on this asteroid in different signs/aspecting different planets

I have planned other posts on this asteroid but for now I..

Hope you enjoy it!

W H A T ⁕ I S ⁕ A ⁕ S I R E N ?

⁕ In Greek mythology, sirens are humanlike beings with alluring voices

Initially descripted as half human half birds then as "sea-girls with the body of a maiden, but have scaly fishes' tails"

⁕ Etymology of the name meaning: "binder, entangler" i.e. one who binds or entangles through magic song.

This could be connected to the famous scene of Odysseus being bound to the mast of his ship, in order to resist the sirens' song.

M Y ⁕ I N T E R P R E T A T I O N :

I want to make clear that this is just my view and thoughts on this asteroid and if you know a trusted source on its meaning please link it down below, i'd be very grateful 🙏

To me Asteroid Sirene (1009) has a similar energy to Lilith but it isn't as raw and destructive, it's indeed more controlled and patient. Lilith is warm blooded while Siren is cold blooded. In our birth charts it can shows where we can become manipulative, turn to our dark side and take what we want with strategy, seduction and mischeviousness.

It can also describe our seductive aura, or how we attract and magnetize others with charm (this can be both conscious or subconscious, depending on how in tune you are with yourself, and also can depend on which sign or house you have this asteroid in)

So, are you interested in knowing how you emanate this irresistible appeal?

Keep reading 💄

S I R E N E ⁕ T H R O U G H ⁕ T H E ⁕ S I G N S :

⁕ Aries/aspecting Mars/1°,13°,25°: Bold, assertive and fearless. Doesn't matter if the rest of their chart has quiet,cutie poofie placements, when asteroid Sirene gets activated these natives becomes confident queens/kings and knows how to defend themselves. They don't lose time to get what they want, they get straight to the point and they know they didn't come to play but to win. Their seductive charm lays in how confidently they carry themselves, people see these natives as natural leaders and warriors. They carry a powerful and intense aura you just can't ignore, the types that dare to do or say things that should't be done or said (but coming from them they sounds so cool gosh). Their facial espressions are intense and animated, and draws people in.

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⁕ Taurus/aspecting Venus/2°,14°,26°: The walking sleeping beauty (lmao is she sleepwalking?). Jokes aside, here you can see how unaware these people are of their allure, and this is part of their charm too. They have such a calming and indifferent aura that makes everyone comfortable around them, and people get obsessed by this feeling of peace these natives exude that they can't have enough of. Usually they are the silent type of "Sirene", it's kind of a dormant feature in them. They are very sensual in their mannerism, and if they get to the point of being aware of how powerful they are well, it's the end of the game. They can seduce EVERYONE with their touch. The Queen Mida (oh yeah and they want that gold) 👀

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⁕ Gemini/aspecting Mercury/3°,15°,27°: Everyone's fling. Such a flirty aura. They're very smart and intellectual, and everyone find them extremely interesting, so they automatically are drawn in because they want to know more (and some people will desperately show off to get their attention, it's insane). They can get quite some hidden envy from others because of how witty they can be. These people have a way with words, when they speak everyone else shut down to listen to them. I find having Sirene asteroid in Gemini is very similar to being a Siren/Mermaid how it's described in mythology, they are very cunning when they want to, know how to play games with other's minds, they are very good at putting masks on and turn the cards in their favours. (Also, the ability of sirens to change their body features reminds me a lot of Loki in Northern Mythology which happens to be associated with Mercury) They're the true puppet master and they know it. They have light and quick movements. One minute they're near you, the next one they disappeared from your view, and this is extremely fascinating to people. It's like they can't catch them even if they try so hard.

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⁕ Cancer/aspecting Moon/4°,16°,28°: I think of these natives as the spy who pretend to play the damsel in distress, portrayed in old hollywood movies. Don't be fooled by their cute acting. They're actually quite good manipulators. People love how inviting they feel, so warm and nurturing, they have a healing aura to them. These natives makes other people feel like they need to protect them from the dangers of others. I think Sirene in Cancer can be naive at first, especially when inexperienced, but when they get their heart broken oh boy. If Gemini was the master at mind manipulation, Cancer is the master at emotional manipulation. Overall these natives can be pretty unaware of their behaviour, sometimes getting overwhelmed by their emotions, but they can also be one of the most destructive people ever when activating the Sirene energy(both to others and themselves) if they aren't in control of it.

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⁕ Leo/aspecting Sun/5°,17°,29°: OOOOH those hip swings, you can recognize them instantly from just their catwalk, it's simply hypnotizing. These people take pride in their sensuality, and they know how to use it very well. You can't escape their attention if they have claimed you to be their prey. Another go getter like Aries, but not so in your face, because even if their focus is on what they want, they'd rather give ALL the signals until what they want comes to them. Very much like: i believe, i attract. Their charm is in the way they carry themselves, so wild and raw, a power of nature, these natives hair can play a huge part when when presenting themselves to the world. One of their game tecniques is the push-pull. They enjoy a good chasing, and it's also a way for them to test you if you're worthy of their time (yeah, they have big egos, so beware of that)

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⁕ Virgo/aspecting Mercury/6°,18°: The unattainable one. Like seriously, people get obsessed over conquering the heart of this person just because of their nitpickiness and because they are unavailable 24/7. Others can get obsessed over fantasizing on these natives and creating stereotipes when they didn't even shared a conversation in the first place like...this is some powerful stuff. They naturally look so put together, when they wear basics it looks hot on them. Their seduction way is showing how skilled and talented they are, they can literally do anything when they activate the Sirene energy, they get obsessed over a thing and practice until they have mastered it (coff coff, hello... low self esteem and need of appreciation from others 👀). However, once they get some potential suitors they lowkey refuse them like they don't need them anymore, lmao, this is what drives them craaaaazy, "you did all that stuff for mee and now you're walking away? " 👁👄👁 Lemme get some morreee.

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⁕ Libra/aspecting Venus/7°,19°: The too good to be true one. They put sooo much thought and intention and effort to present themselves that everyone can't help but look at them all the time. On top of this magnificent presentation add also a flirtatious and extroverted personality that pleases literally everyone around them and BOOM, you can't excape the trap of falling for them. They have a gracious and light aura, great posture and poise, literally princesses/princes. They truly feel like royalty, they also have this natural rich people vibe if you know what i mean. The best at getting what they want in social settings, can have a very innocent vibe that people love. People pleasing is their tecnique to get what they're after. They are one of the most seductive signs in this asteroid, but they're kinda unaware of it. I mean, sure, they know they're pretty but they don't know how many hearts they rob. Even strangers gets captivated by their charming presence, most likely to have suitors telling them "it was love at first sight".

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⁕ Scorpio/aspecting Pluto/8°,20°: Heavy aura, attracts anything without even trying. They know how to make an entrance (Leos too, but Scorpios are much more subtle, and still, they get so much attention). People automatically throws themselves at these natives, all it takes is a glance and a little smirk and they living magnets. These people holds the throphy for being the MOST seductive of all the Sirene asteroid's signs . There's just something so intoxicating about them, you can't not get obsessed with them. They are the ones that has to be particularly careful of their aura because they are in this energy all the time and they attract a lot of stalkers, obsessive people, so these are (and should be) the natives that should have firm and clear boundaries. They'll find themselves stepping down at times just to calm this powerful magnetizing field around them, especially if they don't like the spotlight, but if the rest of the chart has placements that like to be the center of attention, this is surely a bombshell placement (watch out for the immense envy/jealousy from others)

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⁕ Sagittarius/aspecting Jupiter/9°,21°: Their spontaneity is contagious. They're hot and cool, and know how to talk to people. Give them a night and they will befriend literally everyone at the party, and will reap so many opportunities out of nowhere. A favourite of the masses. Sometimes they can be a little loud and can get envy/jealousy from others, probably because of a rigid opinion they have, but they surely know how to play with it, telling jokes and conquering again the trust of those that didn't like them. They have such a careless and free spirit that they literally live day by day, without worrying much about the future, and people find this extremey hot. This placement is one of the most underrated one in terms of seduction, honestly when researching for this asteroid i found many siren-like women in our history that had/have Sirene in this sign, and i think it makes sense thinking about it, because Sirens are in their natural habitat out in the wild, so there's a sense of familiarity between the native and the raw energy of Sirens.

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⁕ Capricorn/aspecting Saturn/10°,22°: The strategic and cold diva. People cannot enter their inner world and their vulnerabilities and this drives them mad and obsessed over knowing what's behind the mask. Can embrace their seductive charm later in life (probably from their 30s on). I have noticed these natives can have strong facial features that are difficult to forget. Attracts wealthy suitors, or will use their seduction to attract opportunity to get into power positions. They have an authoritative and mature aura, slow but decisive movements, can be intimidating to others, big D energy. Demanding of others and themselves. Calculating every move they make, good at getting the favour of those in charge. Could find themselves attracted to older/more mature people or they could attract them a lot. Intense, can be similar to Scorpio Sirene, but people are much more wary when approaching them (this is why usually older people are attracted to these natives, because they give off the vibe of knowing what they want)

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⁕ Aquarius/aspecting Uranus/11°,23°: The one that to seduce just have to be authentic and nonchalant. Weird in a cool way, they catch people's attentions without even knowing, but just doing their thing. Their independence and uniqueness are their strong seduction charms. They're pretty unaware of their appeal because they don't even care about seduction in the first place, they have other things that go onto their mind. Their authenticity and disinterest may not attract many suitors, but the ones that get attracted by them are genuine and shares similarities to them, so they might find even THE ONE with this non-method-method. If they're interested in seducing, they might use very peculiar and unconventional ways to do so.

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⁕ Pisces/aspecting Neptune/12°,24°: The innocent mysterious person everyone is secretly obsessed with. People will find themselves having wild fantasies on this person and not even knowing why. The way they walk and talk is smooth and divine, like they have a light surrounding themselves. Their eyes always seem to wonder around, like they're never in the present moment, and this fascinates people a lot. If they make eye contact when talking to you or listening to you, they will hypotize you 100%, even if they're not really listening or are having other thoughts. There's just something so enchanting and special about their eyes, also, often these people will have unique eyes or stunning shapes/colours (ex. Liz Taylor has Sirene in Pisces and she is known for having one of the rarest world's eye colour, purple). The least aware of their Sirene charm of all the signs.

M o r e ⁕ o b s e r v a t i o n s:

Water sirene: innocent and wandering eyes

smooth and relaxing voices

Fire sirene: fierce and sexy eyes

clear and powerful voices

Air sirene: playful and flirty eyes

high pitched, unique and chameleon voices (good at changing their tone depending on the situation)

Earth sirene: sweet and calm eyes

deep and warm voices

And you've reached the end of this post! 💄

I hope you enjoyed it, i kinda wanted to include the houses too, but i think it'd been way too long to digest, so stay tuned for another post on Sirene in the houses

Edit: I published Sirene in the houses too! Click below to read the post (i also included Celebs examples)✨

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! ✨

Yours,

Linnie

#astro observations #astro notes #asteroid sirene #sirene asteroid #asteroid sirene through the signs

[strywoven]

@sphaeraa has requested a story : ❝ at last...i have been waiting for you to arrive. ❞ [ for Verona ~ ]

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ Hoh ?  And have I kept you in suspense ? ❞  Ever-cheeky words manifest as playful verse through the Hōgyoku’s headspace , her voice lilting itself in-between thought and memory , settling deep within a welcome , expected s t a i n of the empyrean’s presence to lay root , swelling through his person and taking hold as one might SEIZE the throat of a willing martyr.  From darkness , as always , comes her BLIGHTED BRILLIANCE ; a radiance that culls the shadows which surrounds them , her l i g h t seeming to reach out towards him , enfolding him within its cold , immaculate embrace , drawing him NEARER ‘til clawed hands lift and graze against his face , catching g e n t l y against the marble carve of his face , leaving in the wake of her touch a fleeting STING of her corrosive presence ( a faint gnawing , a lingering biting bestowed to flesh ; is naught more than play to god-creatures where pain is but a trifle dealing alongside pleasure ) .

Crowned head b o w s to greet him , lips pressing to lips in a wanting affection before she withdraws and smiles at him.  ❝ Have I kept you wanting , even ? ❞  A hum resounds , her head shaking ( mostly at herself & own absence ) .  ❝ My apologies if so.  It does seem as if our paths like to diverge from one another of late.  But do know that I think of you often , and fondly , reverently , whenever I am without you.  There is always some great lack when we are apart , you understand , and I am never quite whole lest we are t o g e t h e r . ❞  Such sentiment does not come without immense SINCERITY , the lovering twinkle in her silvery gaze far telling in itself as she drapes own arms about his shoulders and simply h o l d s him , clinging to this moment between them , eager to savor it.

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞ #❧ ⸺ ch. verona | answered ❞ #❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse i: main ❞ #sphaeraa

[kiiiiiim]

#me crawling home to a cup of coffee and a half-finished wip #i am manifesting w o r d s #text post

[nimbusghoul]

Tamaki x Reader

BY FARRAFAX ON DA

TROPE: one bed, two people<3

THIS WILL ONLY BE FLUFFY

NO NSFW

I PROMISE

You arrived in the U.A. Dorms, looking at the sign, it seems you had a roommate “Huh, I wasn’t aware we’d be rooming with someone, at least they’re a senior as well.” You said to yourself as you walked through the door and set your stuff down, you heard distant shouting coming from one of the bedrooms

“m-mirio! you broke the bed! w-what am i g-gonna tell my r-roommate?!”

“tell them your best friend broke the bed, I didn’t I scared you bad enough that you’d manifest your quirk!”

You let out a small laugh, causing the room to go silent

shit, now you just realized that

A) they heard you

and

B) your dorm now only has one bed. for the both of you.

you heard a whisper

“D-Do you t-think that’s y-y/n?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“M-Mirio!! they p-probably just heard the e-entire conversation!!”

Mirio then let out a loud laugh and shouted

“HEY SORRY I KINDA BROKE TAMAKIS BED SO YOULL HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM AS TAMAKI”

You burst out laughing, you had a couch in your dorm! it would be fine, you would just sleep on the couch and give tamaki your bed. Right?

You calmed down enough to peak around the corner to see your new roommate, the broken bed and Mirio, laying on the floor next to the bed, with no shirt

“Did I interrupt something?” you asked, a little confused at the scene in front of you

Tamaki squeaked “I-It’s not what it looks like! I-I’ll fix it! You d-don’t h-have to s-s-sleep with me! Wait no t-that sounds e-even worse! I’m a-s-so sorry-sorry!” Tamaki was a trembling, stuttering mess, it was kinda cute- wait, what the heck! you’d seen him in class before and of course you’ve known him since he transferred here but it’s weird!! no!

You sighed “It’s alright, Amajiki, I’ll sleep out on the co-” “n-no!! no w-way am I l-letting you s-sleep on the c-couch for something I-I did!”

You grumbled, You knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as you’d hoped. Then Mirio spoke up

“Why don’t you two just sleep in the same bed? it’s big enough for the two of you and it’s quicker than fighting over who’s taking the couch.”

Tamaki squeaked again “M-Mirio!”

You thought for a minute, it would make it easier, wouldn’t it? But that would also make it awkward...

but ignorance is bliss so why the heck not.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind it”

“See? They wouldn’t mind it.”

“L-L/N! Won’t i-it make it a-awkward?”

You sighed “We’ll settle with sharing a bed for now bc then we don’t have to argue over who’s taking the couch, plus both of us know it won’t be as comfortable.”

When night rolled around, things were extremely awkward, you decided to take a shower in the morning instead of at night to avoid making Tamaki uncomfortable, you shifted on your sleep, the pitch dark room with only a little light poking through the blackout curtains. You sighed, and then heard as Tamaki also shifted uncomfortably

“Amajiki, you awake?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, L-L/N, Did my shifting wake you?”

“No, not at all, i’ve been doing it too.”

“I-I’m so s-scared I-I’m gonna hit you o-or roll over and end up t-touching you or m-making you uncomfortable.”

“I wouldn’t mind, I know you’re not some creep, that’s the only reason i agreed to this. This must be so creepy, you probably didn’t even know i existed until today”

“A-actually, I know you’re in my class- I mean I-I mean I only k-know because i’m t-there. You m-make really good grades and N-Nejire talks about how y-you seem like y-you would be a m-magnet for dates and s-stuff. So it’s not that bad”

“Hah, she really says that? Funny, I can barely get anyone to notice me.”

“I-I notice you”

you heard tamaki roll over, so you rolled over to, only to realize how close you were, and that you couldn’t back up

“uh...sorry” you whispered slightly, you could hear his heavy breathing and gently feel his hot breath against your face as his face heated up “What do you mean you notice me?”

“Well, y-you’re really breathtaking, I like the way you talk to people, it makes me feel safe when you talk to me during projects and stuff, your voice is so s-sweet and smooth, like- like someone rubbing lotion into your brain. You always s-seem to smell like Cinnamon or Butterscotch or Grape, something sweet-”

He suddenly stopped “You know i think we both watched each other from afar.” You spoke gently

“Does that mean you...you feel the same way”

“Goodness Tamaki, we’ve known each other for around 4 years, you should be able to catch on by now.” You let out a breathy laugh.

Tamaki moved in and cuddled you.

You should thank Mirio next time you see him.

AAAAND THATS THE ENDDDDD i’m sorry, i’ll continue this if you really want me too, if not I’ll move onto other projects. THANK YOU FOR READING!!

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki fluff #amajiki fluff #tamaki amajiki fluff #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #tamaki MHA #Tamaki BNHA #Amajiki MHA #Amajiki BNHA

[yamalegacy]

can you do nsfw headcanons with mt lady please?

can i? can i do n/sfw hcs for one of my favourite characters? of fucking course i am! and i will happily do so bc i'm big time horned monster for lil miss mt lady! and well, since i didn't know where to start, in true super extra french fashion, went overboard and finished the n/sfw alphabet for her 💛

i’d already done a, d, l, m, t, y but i added them to this post so that i can have a full alphabet in one post!

cw: mentions of dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, threesomes, dry humping, finger sucking and slight oral fixation probably, mentions of so many things tbh. yū is a brat. also, pubic hair and stretch marks? idk man

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

B — BODY PART ( which body part do they like the most? )

big time ass and thighs girl right here. she enjoys a handful (or two handfuls, you know), girl loves a shapely ass that feels nice in her hands. she can’t keep her hands off of a nice ass.

C — CUM ( any headcanon about cum )

she complains a lot about basically all things cum related at first lbr, not to the point of complaining about going down on you (well, depending on how much you come, really...). it’ll take a while for yū to accept to kiss you after you eat her out, but you’ll catch her moaning at the taste of her own arousal more than once. and well. maybe sucking on your fingers after you fucked her turns her on a whole fucking lot. don’t expect her to admit it out loud tho.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

E — EXPERIENCE ( how much experience do they have? )

a lot less than you’d expect her to. yū is still young and she’s been extremely busy trying to become a pro hero so she hasn’t had that much time to experiment. she’s had a few partners, but it’s mostly been vanilla experiences for her.

F — FAVORITE POSITION ( what is their favorite sex position? )

she likes when things are close and personal, so missionary is always good with her, honestly. she loves being able to see your face and kiss you when you fuck her. yū also enjoys being bent over your lap, so that you can fuck her with your fingers and pull at her hair — learn how to multi-task, my friend, and she’ll be putty in your hands.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

ass ass ass. thighs. ass. there’s very few things that yū loves more than a good ass and she will never stop touching it when it’s within her reach. when she is acting jealous or possessive, she tends to grab you by the wrists. if she’s still feeling possessive when you get home, she will crawl on top of you and keep her fingers wrapped around your wrists for a while, and then intertwine your fingers. yū has a habit of squeezing, it’s a way for her to make sure that you’re there, with her, that you aren’t going to go away.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

oh boy. is she a wild one! no matter what, she will be needy, but it might manifest in two very different ways. 1) she’ll give you the cold shoulder and pretend that she totally isn’t horny and desperate, she’s stubborn like that, but she sucks at hiding those things from you; she always presses her thighs together, that’s her biggest tell 2) she’ll just outright initiate intimacy, kiss your neck, straddle your lap and grind on your thigh.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

yū isn’t exactly the most gentle of lovers in general, even outside of your sex life. she is good with gentle touches, like caressing you, touching your hair, but when it comes to sex... little miss pillow princess expects you to take care of her. and she can be pretty demanding about it. but her habit of holding your hands is one of the ways she shows she cares.

J — JACK OFF ( any masturbation headcanon )

when adrenaline sets down after a day at work, yū needs the release more than anything, it’s also a really good way for her to relieve some stress. being a pro hero isn’t easy every day after all! she tends to want to make it quick because she doesn’t have all that much patience, which is exactly why she avoids penetration when touching herself; she’s all about rubbing her clit and vibrators — and she knows how to make it rough and quick.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

(semi) public sex, edging, overstimulation and multiple orgasms. dominance and any display of dominance that might be associated with a dom/sub dynamic, really. yū is a sub and it shows. she’ll complain about orgasm control because she’s not getting the release she needs, but it’s one of her favorite things. she has a bit of an oral fixation, bit of an obsession with sucking your fingers and licking them clean after you’ve fucked her, but she... well, she doesn’t want to admit it tho. it’s not that much of a secret since it’s become extremely obvious to you. on the other hand, she wouldn’t mind trying some roleplay/petplay and a bit more of degradation, but she sure af would mind saying it out-loud.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

she is a bit claustrophobic and her quirk makes it dangerous for her to feel trapped, which is why you have a safeword. she doesn’t like being handcuffed or tied down unless she knows she has an easy way out. she likes when you sit on her face, but not for too long, for the same reasons.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

yū is an oral enthusiast, of course. she prefers receiving (she isn’t a pillow princess for no reason), but she enjoys pleasing you and being good for you, so there’s not a doubt she enjoys going down on you.

P — PACE ( fast or slow? )

her impatience makes it harder for her to enjoy slow at times. she wants it hard and fast (partly because it’s much easier than dealing with feelings). and well, when you take it slow and edge her... she is so sensitive that she’s come without permission on accident more than once because she just can’t control it. fast is easier because then she knows you just expect her to come.

Q — QUICKIE ( are they up for a quickie? )

always. all the time. never not up for a quickie.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

while she likes the idea on paper, the whole concept of taking the time to enjoy the moment, have nice scented candles and a warm bath, and she might put some effort into it when she has days off tbh. but it’s mt lady we’re talking about, you should know better than to expect all that romance fantasy! yū still knows how to surprise you from time to time.

S — STAMINA ( how long can they last? )

yū is a pro hero. she has years of training behind her and regularly works up to stay in shape, so she definitely has the stamina to go several rounds! but depending on how tiring her day has been. honestly, she might not make it to a first orgasm one some days, but those are rare occasions.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

this woman. she knows your weaknesses, she knows what turns you on, what makes you want her the most. she likes to provoke more than to really tease; she wears the outfits that you love the most on her, the cute bras that push her tits up just right, the pretty sets of lingerie that she’s bought to look nice for you. if she’s feeling mean, she’ll swat your hands away when you try to touch her, but honestly, it won’t last long because. well. once again, yū is extremely impatient and there’s no much that can be done about it.

V — VOLUME ( how loud are they? )

makes a lot of noises but isn’t super loud in general. moans and whines, a lot of them. she makes the prettiest noises, honestly.

W — WILD CARD

you can't tell me that with her quirk she doesn't have stretch marks. she kinda hates them and is glad that her hero costume hides them, but seriously, just take a minute to kiss them and run your fingers over them. funnily enough, while she hates her own stretch marks, she could spend hours appreciating yours.

X — X-RAY ( any headcanon about their bodies and grooming habits )

yū takes really good care of herself and her body — she doesn’t like to shave everything off when it comes to her pubic hair, she keeps it clean and trimmed tho. she has very nice ethics when it comes to her appearance. shaves, no waxing, she hates the idea of having to go to a salon and have a stranger touch her, even if it’s their job.

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

Z — ZZZZ… ( how quickly do they fall asleep? )

well... it’s happened a few times that she fell asleep embarrassingly quickly after an orgasm... let’s say you’ve stopped counting how many times she’s fallen asleep with your fingers in her mouth.

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha smut #bnha smut #mt lady x reader #⛰️ takeyama yu ( mt lady ) #⚠️ mdni ⚠️ #🍌 headcanons

[sootygoggles]

Parent!Paranoia Sanders Sides AU!

No explanation, but I'll probably give the backstory later. For now: memes of Paranoia being an A-class parent and a chaos gremlin. (okay it started as memes but then just ended up as fleshing the AU out)

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Paranoia, worried abt his kids: I'm uhhhh gonna go to my room see ya later light sides

Paranoia, sneaking back into the subconscious to check on his now teenaged children: I'm gonna leave duke a r a t that I found and thought looked cool

Duke, waking up the next morning and yelling for 'Nesty bc "HOLY CRAP NESTY LOOK AT THIS RAT ISN'T SHE ADORABLE I WANNA HANG HER ON THE WALL": !!!!!!!!!!

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Paranoia gets a habit of sitting on the fridge because his children were wild as kids and sometimes duke comin at you with a knife warrants jumping onto counters

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Nesty, who doesnt get paid to deal with duke: I'm raiding dads liquor cabinet it's my due for putting up with this

Paranoia, physically manifesting: put the key to the liquor cabinet D O W N, Honesty

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The lights are confused as to why he disappears at random times of the day and night and he just "leave me TF alone before I leave you a goshdarn diddly P R E S E N T while youre sleeping I'm tired"

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patton: my child! my dark strange son!!

paranoia, who has children: ,,,,yea ok

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Patton ticks him off so he leaves a big halloween decor spider on his bed and nobody sleeps for weeks after that bc pattons too scared to touch it and paranoia maybeperhaps glued it onto his cover

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He's like one of those people you know might mean well but ooooooo boy theyre pushin buttons

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Paranoia, whos fav animal/insect is spiders and whose children have tarantulas and snakes on the regular: hes not even realistic!! You need to learn to get along with mr sparkles patton!! look at him. he's fluffy!

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He has googly eyes and glitter on him at all times of course hes named mr sparkles

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paranoia gets to be a little petty. as a treat

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Paranoia just carries bags of glitter around and whenever mr sparkles gets duller he takes mr sparkles to the kitchen counter and he dumps glitter on him

Logan and patton are tired of cleaning up bc paranoias just petty enough to make their counters eternally sparkly

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"why is there glitter all over the kitchen?"

paranoia, holding mr sparkles: :)

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Paranoia, after AA: I hate purple but they dont know that now do they

Paranoia is actually orange the last side is purple lol

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Chaos Gremlin dark sides and nobody is surprised bc paranoia raised them

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paranoia, going back to see his teen children after acting like a teen all day: what is up, fellow kids

honesty: i am going to lose it

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Wrath, coming to yell at them to keep it down: why are you purple I'm purple

Paranoia, cackling bc finally I can get out of this horrible color: *snaps fingers * I'M PARANOIA MOTHERTRUCKERS HAVE FUUUNNNNN I'M GONNA BE MAKING YOUR LIVES LIVING HELL FROM THIS POINT FORWARDS

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duke and nesty, pumped for halloween bc u l t i m a t e s p o o k: :D

paranoia, coming out in a traffic cone costume with a shit eating grin on his face: :D

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Paranoia, decorating for halloween bc "oh I'm sorry it's just the *sniffles * homesickness and we a l w a y s decorated for halloween" knowing full well all of his decorations are spider and witch themed bc they all like the salem witch trials

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He leaves ONE fake snake in romans cereal and the lights just. Lose it. Hes kicked back into the subconscious to be chaotic with his kids, no new side, just the hours upon hours of film hes gotten from the bugs hed placed around the unconscious and a plan for the next several movie nights

He gets back and honesty is w h e e z i n g bc he was watching through the cracks and they make a fail compilation of the light sides

It takes like two months for the lights to just go insane with him around not due to yknow paranoia but bc hes such a gremlin

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Patton asks if he was raised by wolves and he shoves mr sparkles at patton saying "take the issue of how I was raised up with my father, a-hole!!"

He doesnt actually curse he just yells "A-HOLE" so loud his kids can hear

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They dont find out he's a dad until hes summoned and hes making cookies or smt with the kids and hes in a bright orange stereotypical witch outfit,,, corset and all and an apron that says "worlds most chaotic dad" on the front

And hes talking to one of the kids like "duke you can only put dish soap in your batch nesty cant digest it like you can"

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Patton has an apron that says worlds least chaotic 'dad' courtesy of paranoia he made it himself(read: he stole pattons good apron and scribbled over it in sharpie)

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Paranoia is always close to cackling when around the lights bc theyre newbs to any chaos

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Roman and remus are twins but roman is the kind of kid to promptly forget abt anyone and logan n patton knew remus less than a day before he "disappeared" aka ran to the subconscious to explore and theyve just kinda blocked him out

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Logans fine with it and actually likes the decorations tho he has asked if they had to be so brightly coloured and if there had to be so much glitter

I say decorations but hes a secret gremlin at heart and is super close to snickering at all times bc of the pranks

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Also yes paranoia mildly dads roman it's great but he dads in an older sibling type way

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So pat and logan are all "hes fitting in as an older brother well" and they tell him abt their approval of his older brother chaos and hes just like "no this is how I am deal with it nothing to do with brothers" bc hes not telling them abt his kids he doesnt trust them

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Hes up at like midnight complaining with logan abt how patton doesnt let him be full chaos gremlin and logan says "mmmhmm did your parents in the dark side let you go wild with the chaos" and paranoia just,,,,, looks at him, dead in the eyes, and says "I dont have parents"

Cue logan being confusion

Paranoia, who genuinely didn't have parents: my parents are mr sparkles and the cat we've had for my entire life

Logan, who doesnt know they had a cat and is now worried bc "are you taking care of it???": ???

Paranoia: it's great for keeping the Others in line tho I just say "do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin" and they do their chores while I'm making dinner

logan, incredibly confused: i don't know what you mean but ok

Paranoia: yeah theyre dumb but it's the level of dumb youd expect from my idiots

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Or he slips up and refers to them as his children/kids and logan, not realizing they have an Actual Father/Sons relationship/age difference(paranoias abt.late 20s early 30s, remus defies all logic and has been about 9-10 for a few years now, and dees like early teens) just says "huh how.interesting would it be to have to deal with people your age that immature" and paranoias just. "Y e a h t h e y r e t o t a l l y t h e s a m e a g e a s I a m"

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Duke is very much baby and upon seeing duke eating glue paranoia and honesty the idiots decided to try it too

theyre so dumb dsdhdhdhjsdh

They AREEE and paranoia, after discovering that duke has the h a r d i e s t immune system they decide to test exactly what he can and cannot safely eat bc he may be dumb but hes also def a Dad and he just wants to take care of his kids and if that includes making sure that duke can safely consume toilet bleach then so be it

Duke can eat almost anything short of actual cyanide but cyanide just makes him sick like stomach bug sick

He somehow gets a fever,,,,, he has it for like half an hour and paranoia is amazed

Hes in bed,,,,, paranoia makes him soup,,,,,, hes all better and running around again

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Paranoias parenting rules:

Dont murder your brothers pls

Do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin

Glitter is always a yes

Insults are fine just make sure you dont overstep and make your brothers insecure

all of them are printed and then the last one is scrawled at the bottom in

If you get sick, tell him immediately bc he will find out and he will be the most obsessive parent to make sure you feel better ASAP

If your pronouns/name/function change, tell him immediately, he'll make sure you dont feel uncomfortable as well as he can

Duke dont put dish soap in honestys baked goods you know he cant digest it

It's a nice system for making chaos but keeping it manageable

They're all printed then the last one's scrawled in glitter gel pen and duke wrote a reply that said (I'm sorry yall dont have as good an immune system as I do)

There was a whole passive aggressive arguement on the bulletin for the next week before it got taken down to make room for dukes art

They eventually started just putting them up over each other and using magnets instead of thumbtacks

The entire bottom portion of the walls are painted in chalkboard paint so theres no unerasable drawing on the walls and the rest of the paint is magnetic so they can hang pieces everywhere

Dukes improving rapidly tho and doesnt like looking at his old art all the time so paranoia holds onto the drawings in several filing cabinets in case he ever wants to do redraws or needs his original prints to make something in the Imagination

also bc,,, sentimental

jus a little

Yeah bc "yes my child draws nothing but blood gore and new animals but hes a creative genius and I love all of his art"

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Roman: anxiety I can see why you left

Paranoia: ??? What?? It's spoopy season??

Roman: there was BLOOD on the WALLS

Paranoia, internally: oh!!!! Duke perfected his blood recipe!!!!

Paranoia, externally: how did it taste?

Roman: WHO TASTES THE BLOOD ON THE WALLS?!?!

Paranoia: if it tasted like lemons or citrus you need to stay off of most foods, stick to crackers and broth- don't eat anything heavy until you're sure you wont throw it up

Patton, who was making cereal: ????

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Also!!!! @iliveinprocrasti-nation Thanks for helping me flesh this AU out!!!

#paranoia sanders #honesty sanders #the duke #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #as family #parent!paranoia #aka adventures of the strange dark son and his strange 'dark' sons #this started as memes then devolved to worldbuilding #sanders sides #deceit sanders #technically??? #thats his code name #??? #idk #remus sanders #hes there and hes baby #but he goes by the duke #honesty actually controls how much thomas tells the truth but shhhhhh we're trying to raise him as a gremlin #the lights don't actually know abt duke and honesty theyre just #all they know is that there are other s but they dont know who or what they are #paranoia wants to keep it that way #hes just super protective okay???? #hes doing his best #but uhhhh yeah duke's baby hes like five #dark sides as family

[soliavenne]

I can’t remember if this has been asked before, but what’s your inspiration (or fuels your thot-o-meter) when you are working on a piece? If you wanna keep your trade secrets I understand 🤫

OMFG AHSHSHSHSSHSHSHAHSHHA 😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😂

R-18 details below the cut!

I AM WHEEZING BUT AT THE SAME TIME I AM AWW-ING THE FUCK OUT OF MYSELF RIGHT NOW BECAUSE YOU REMEMBER THE SHIT I SAID ABOUT THOT-O-METER??? I REMEMBER SAYING THAT IN A VERY OLD POST BACK IN MY OLD BLOG???? IS THIS A COINCIDENCE?? DID YOU THROWBACK THIS ON PURPOSE??? I AM MELTING??? 😭😭😭❤❤❤❤❤❤ That's so sweet!! 😭😭

Songs are my definite first go to for inspiration!! 🤪🤪 I honestly like how some songs ring inside my ear, especially when I'm hearing it as a slower version + bass boosted too. When I plug in the earphones, everything goes quiet and it makes it easier to immerse myself with the music. At the moment I'm listening One More Night of Maroon 5 and Toxic of Britney Spears, both in slowed version! GUESS WHAT??? THE SUCCESS RATE OF MAKING A HOE OUTTA MYSELF IS IN ITS HIGHEST PROSPERITY 😌😌❤❤

WLBCD is a manifestation of Justin Timberlake's SexyBack and Tame Impala's The Less I Know The Better. SLOWED AS FUCK AND BASS FUCKING BOOSTED.

I give it a time. I'd listen to them in my dark room at 3 am to build the vibe. I'd let myself give the plot a sharper edge until 6 AM. THEN I SLEEEEEEEEP

Second are steamy GIFs, or lewd images for s-x position references. Amateur p-rn from the deepest depths of hell is the last resort lmao I like the silent ones with nothing but the occasional bodily wet slapping skin sounds and moaning because my head fills in the silent gap with potential dialogue and it makes it easier for me to manifest the plot bit by bit. POV taken videos are of preference.

AAAAAH SHIT I AM BLUSHING. I AM BLUSHING H A R D. 🥺🥺🥺😭😭❤❤ One thing is to praise the output, but to be curious about the process behind it? I am honestly weak as fuck for this haha. LIKE I CANT. I'd show off the roundness of my shoulder and flutter my eyes slowly and just be like "w-who??? Me??? You wanna know about me????" 😳😳😳❤❤

Such a warm warm hug from you babe. Thank you sooo so much for asking me stuff like this!! ☺☺❤❤ I appreciate this so much, I appreciate YOU so much. 🥺🥺🥺❤❤

#personal! #rollercoasterof🍆

[healingsistematically]

Ritual: Scorpio (Super) New Moon

Scorpio New Moon Ritual

Ritual Tools: ∞ Cleansing tool of your choice ∞ Candles ∞ Crystals ∞ Herbs of your choice ∞ Essential oil(s) ∞ Bowl of water ∞ Pen and journal ∞ 3 small pieces of paper (Sigil Magic) ∞ Meditation with Be

Ritual

1. Bring your crystals, candles, essential oils, your bowl of water and anything else that you feel is necessary to your ritual space. Your ritual table or setting can be as minimal or as lively as you like.

2. Start by using your cleansing tool to cleanse and protect your aura and your space. You may recite the following:

As I sit under this new moon energy, I release all that no longer serves me. I cleanse this space and my aura of any stagnant or negative energy. I vow to be present and honest through this stage in my evolution. I am protected. I am abundant. Thank you.

3. Set down your cleansing tool and begin your Meditation with Be.

4. After your meditation, grab your journal and write down 3 intentions. Because you are using these intentions to create sigils, be clear and specific and simplify your intentions. To help you, you may use any of the following prompts:

I am... I need... I want... I wish... More...

You may also simply use certain qualities that you desire, such as “compassionate and empathetic” or “trusting and mindful”.

5. Once you are done writing your 3 intentions, start with the first intention on your list. Cross out the vowels and the repeating letters (if there is a repeating letter, you use that letter once to create your sigil). When you have your remaining letters, create your sigil on a separate piece of paper. Continue to do these with your other intentions to fill the remaining two pieces of paper.

“I am safe and secure in my own skin” “I  a m  s a f e  a n d  s e c u r e  i n  m y  o w n  s k i n” You are left with the letters: msfndcrywk

6. When you have created your 3 sigils, put them aside and bring your bowl in front of you. Grab your herbs and essential oil(s) to pour them into the water.

7. Then place your sigils in the bowl of water one by one. Really envision yourself with each intention fully manifested in your life and then let it go once you place them in the bowl of water. 

8. Once your sigils are placed in the bowl of water, bring your palms pressed together at your heart’s center. Take a couple of breaths here and recite the following out loud:

I know and I trust. I know and I trust. I know and I trust.

9. You may close out your ritual here or you can use the following journal prompts to start a reflection. If you do not close off with a reflection, I encourage you to take the time within this week to really sit with yourself and these questions. 

∞ What fears and emotions am I suppressing? ∞ What in my belief system is keeping me stagnant? ∞ How am I authentically expressing myself? ∞ What relationships do I feel ready to deepen?

10. You may leave your bowl of water by your bed tonight and then dispose of the ingredients in any way the following morning.

Happy Super New Moon!

#moonritual

[faulty-writes]

Warning: Death Mention. Blood Mention. Mention of God/Powerful Beings.  

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Guardian!Tamaki x Reader

[You had tried to be careful your whole life, playing the part of a good civilian but unfortunately, you had found yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time and now your life slowly lies in the hands of someone named Tamaki Amajiki.] 

You couldn’t feel anything and yet at the same time, it felt like your body was floating. You couldn’t remember what had happened, but the picture of someone laying in cold blood flashed in your mind. What had happened and where were you? You couldn’t hear anything, it was so deathly quiet. Everything so silent and yet calm, was that strange? 

You remained in that state, floating and surrounded by darkness until a light appeared, at first you thought it was your imagination. Perhaps an illusion, but it continued to grow and almost as if someone hit a switch. You found yourself surrounded by light and your voice returned. “Where am I …” was the first question that came, but the silence only continued. 

A sigh escaped as you continued to float, your hair swaying behind you. No one else was around, were you all by yourself? You closed your eyes, listening to your quiet surroundings. Not that you had much of a choice. But then ...you swore you could hear the sound of flapping, like a butterfly's wings. “Hm?” you continued to listen and the sound grew louder. 

You opened your eyes, gasping when you saw a swarm of butterflies coming towards you. You crossed your arms, bringing your knees up to your chest as you felt them glide pass you. A small air current followed and you dropped your arms. What was that? You blinked and looked over your shoulder, seeing the butterflies begin to manifest into something. 

“What the …” you continued to watch in amazement as the body of a man slowly began to appear, he was dressed in what looked to be a black skinsuit with a white tunic. His hair was a dark color and you noticed he had unusual ears that stuck out to a point. The butterflies seemed to disappear into the man and you noticed he had indigo eyes and that he was barefoot. The thing that stood out the most, however, was the pair of large blue butterfly wings that flapped gently behind him. 

There were small butterflies that floated around him and you shivered when he looked at you. “H-Hello,” he said and you froze, despite his voice being soft and the furthest thing from threatening you still felt uneasy. “W-What happened? Where am I?” now that someone was here, they could at least answer your questions. You saw him frown and glance down at his feet, “Uh w-well ...i-it’s hard to um, e-explain.” he replied and for a moment you felt angry. 

“What do you mean hard to explain?! One minute I was fine and the next I found myself here! Where am I?!” you demanded once again, wanting to stomp your foot but you still felt as though you were floating and didn’t want to risk losing your balance. He kept quiet a moment before slowly raising his head to look at you. “You ...you um, d-died. S-Sorry,” he said before he glanced back down. 

It felt like lightning struck you as he spoke those words and you chuckled, “Heh ...y-you’re joking right?” you said, immediately going into denial but the way he spoke told you all you needed to know. “N-No ...no I am not dead! I’m not!” you snapped and somehow he walked over to you. Laying his hand on your shoulder and you noticed how warm and feather-like it felt. You took a breath, looking at him with a horrified expression. 

“I’m s-sorry, y/n.” your eyes widened, “How do you know my name?” you narrowed your eyes suspiciously and he lowered his hand. “My n-name is T-Tamaki Amajiki and ...I uh, I-I’m your g-guardian,” he explained and you gave him a blank stare. “What?” you replied and watched his wings give another flap, they were beautiful and seemed to sparkle. 

“I-I’m your g-guardian, I w-was chosen to um, l-look after you b-but uh, t-then …” he trailed off, an almost guilty expression coming to his face. “T-Then what …” you said, feeling your stomach twist. Tamaki chewed on his bottom lip before he took a deep breath. “I s-saw you ...d-die, a v-villain attack happened and y-you were caught in the m-middle. I-I’m sorry,” he replied, hiding his face behind his hands for a moment. 

You almost felt lightheaded, cradling your hands to your chest. Your eyes were wide as you tried to remember what happened. Was it really a villain attack? Why couldn’t you remember anything? You shook your head, “I-If you’re my g-guardian, t-then ...why did y-you let me d-die?” you questioned and Tamaki swallowed before playing with his fingers. The few butterflies that surrounded him began to circle around his head. 

“I ...I um …” you quickly began to realize that Tamaki might be shy and had trouble speaking. “I c-can’t really c-control w-what happens on E-Earth, I’m o-only here to w-watch over you and m-make sure you m-make the r-right c-choices a-and-” he suddenly let out a gasp which scared you and caused you to jump back. “W-What?!” you exclaimed, God you hated getting surprised, and Tamaki, your guardian was no exception. 

You couldn’t help but grow concerned as you watched him clench his jaw and a bright light came to circle around him. You hissed and shielded your eyes as his body manifested back into those butterflies which circled around the light, eventually disappearing as it faded. You lowered your arm, frowning as you saw he was gone. What happened? Why did he leave you? You felt a little disappointed, wondering if it was your fault that he had left in the first place. 

But moments later, that light returned and once more you shielded your eyes. Feeling a tad bit annoyed as Tamaki returned. “U-Uh sorry …” he said as the light faded and you glared at him. “What was that?” you asked and he looked almost afraid and shook up. “M-My boss ...w-wanted a word w-with me,” he replied and you assumed this boss of his was God or some other powerful being. 

“Oh …” you said as you rubbed your arm, “So ...what were you saying?” you were actually curious, all you had gotten from him was that he was a guardian and he made sure you made the correct decisions. But then, he got interrupted. “Oh I ...u-uh …” once more he seemed to trail off and you almost expected him to leave again, but he remained where he stood. “N-Normally guardians w-watch over their a-assigned persons and ...w-while we c-can’t interact with you on E-Earth we c-can guide you to m-make the r-right choices,” he repeated. 

“B-But we c-can’t control w-whether or not you d-die, t-that’s not in o-our p-practice b-but ...I w-was just i-informed t-that ...I-I’m now in c-charge of ...your l-life and d-death …” he said as a tremble ran through his body. “M-My …” once more you looked terrified, “You m-mean you d-decide if I s-stay here or i-if I go back?” you questioned and he shyly looked at you before nodding. 

“W-Well ...what’s your choice?” you asked and he frowned, “I ...I-I’m not sure, I-I’ve watched you y-your whole life and um, y-you’ve always been g-good and I ...I love y-you, w-which I k-know is strange b-but I w-was there when y-you were born and I-I’ve seen you t-through b-both your g-good and bad t-times.” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat, “Y-You’ve been watching me m-my whole life?” once more he nodded. 

“W-When someone i-is born, t-they are a-assigned a g-guardian. I w-was once a hero and I m-met my untimely e-end at the hands of a v-villain as well. W-When I a-awoke from my d-death, I f-found myself here and ...I w-was told b-because of my g-good deeds, I w-would be a-assigned to p-play the role of a g-guardian.” you couldn’t help but feel a bit choked up at his words, he had died because of a villain? 

“I c-can’t remember h-how long ago t-that was, it f-feels like a m-millennia.” you swallowed and stepped closer to him, suddenly feeling the urge to hug him and he somehow knew what you were thinking and opened his arms. “You c-can …” he replied and though you were surprised, you proceeded with the hug. Wrapping your arms around him and cradling your head into his chest. He felt so warm and a feeling of safety and happiness filled you. 

Is this what heaven felt like? Is this what eternal rest provided? Never in your life had you felt such love and comfort than in those few short moments with Tamaki. His wings felt smooth as they gently brushed against your knuckles. Part of you never wanted to leave, in fact, you felt the sudden urge to stay. Especially with Tamaki’s arms wrapped around you. 

“Y/n, I l-love you …” he said and you felt a warmth fill your chest. Your arms tightened around him, “I ...love you too Tamaki.” you whispered before you felt him pull away, he reached down to grab your hands. “I-I’m glad ...b-but I t-think I’ve m-made my choice,” he said and you noticed butterflies began to appear from thin air and circle around you. “Huh?” your eyes followed them before you looked at Tamaki who smiled before releasing your hands. 

“W-What? No!” you cried out as you felt those butterflies begin to carry you away. Your hand was stretched out towards Tamaki who was waving you goodbye. “N-No I don’t want to leave!” you cried out as your vision turned white once more. You heard the sound of chatter and the pressure of two fingers on your neck. “I got a pulse!” someone cried out as you slowly fluttered your eyes open. 

The sky was the first thing you saw, it was gray and almost dreary. You slowly turned your head, feeling your body course with a dull ache. An EMT was next to you, their gloves covered in what you assumed to be your own blood and they looked at you with a smile. “You’re going to be okay,” they said before two more arrived and helped you into a stretcher. It was then you noticed the front of your shirt was covered in blood. 

What happened? You gasped when you suddenly remembered Tamaki and began to wiggle and the EMT’s quickly restrained you. “N-No I want to see Tamaki! Where is he?!” you demanded as they pricked you with an IV. “You can see your friend later, just relax. We need to get you to the hospital.” you felt your eyes water, almost on the verge of tears before you heard his voice. “Y/n, I l-love you. I-I’ll tell y-you that o-over and o-over again, we’ll m-meet again o-one day when i-it’s truly y-your time t-to go.” his voice only seemed to echo in your head as you realized the EMT’s weren’t phased by it. 

But somehow, you found yourself smiling. So he was still watching over you, somehow the idea of that brought you happiness. You knew your life would still have its bad moments. The ups and downs. But at least in a way, you knew you had something to look forward to and someone that would be there for you at the end of your journey. 

#tamaki x reader #tamaki x you #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha reader insert

[ofmccnlight]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 / 𝚊.𝚔.𝚊  𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚣𝚒𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝  𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛e 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚝 .

ft.  T H E  S L Y T H E R I N  S Q U A D .

i  was  gonna  just  put  the  boyses  and  pansy  in  there  for  classic  slytherin  squad  but  like  . . .  there’s  MORE  than  that  because  all  my  slytherin  connections  are  so  so  good  .  blaise  and  pansy  being  each  other’s  safe  haven  is  so  soft  .  blaise  being  a  weird  ,  flirty  older  brother/friend  w  astoria  .  lonnie  going  to  luna  for  creature  cuddles  .  there’s  such  a  difference  between  what  each  character’s  traditionally  ‘ slytherin ’  trait  is  and  that  absolutely  manifests  itself  in  how  they  interact  with  each  other  and  what  side  of  the  war  they  fall  on  .  anyways  ,  i  think  they’re  all fascinating  and  i  am  making  grabby  hands  at  every  single  one  of  them and  waiting  to  see  what  these  interactions  bring  . 

ft. T H E  G I R L  G A N G .

I  THREW  LUNA  IN  THERE  IGNORE  ME  PLS  .  anyways  ,  sam  and  i  talked  a  bunch  about  luna  and  aura  trying  to  go  make  friends  with  the  mermaids  at  great  personal  risk  to  themselves  and  to  everyone  else’s  panic  and  now  i  am  In  Love  with  this  little  group  .  catch  me  trying  to  slide  my  own  baby  in  there  cause  i  love  this  picture  of  interhouse  unity  with  girls  who  are  all  a  little  bit  unhinged  and  like  to  go  hang  out  with  the  squid  .  they  all  have  their  own  ,  separate  interest  but  are  still  indulgent  and  it’s  all  about  girls  supporting  girls  and  maybe  i  am  a  little  bit  in  love  with  each  of  them  .  maybe  .  none  of  you  can  stop  me  .

ft.  B L A I S E   &.  Z E P H Y R I N E .

we  haven’t  actually  gotten  to  interacting  with  them  ,  but  our  dms  made  me  feel  like  a  cartoon  villain  with  how  much  i  was  anticipating  these  guys  .  i  love  me  some  anastasia  and  dimitri vibes  .  i  love  two  people  from  very  different  backgrounds  going  head-to-head  at  a  game  they’re  both  very  skilled  at  ,  both  actors  in  distinctly  different  ways  ,  and  the  discrepancies  in  between  their  perspectives  spawning  all  kinds  of  tension  .  these  vibes ?  next  level  everyone say thank  u  daisy  <3  

ft.  T H E  S I L V E R  T R I O

so  perhaps  . . .  i  have  some  feelings  about  these  three  .  perhaps  i’ve  carried  these  feelings  since  i  first  read  the  seventh  book  .  perhaps  they  only  get  stronger  every  time  i  think  about  how  much  they  must  have  depended  on  each  other  in  that  last  year  .  and  how  different  they  all  are  from  each  other  and  how  they  clicked  anyways  .  and  how  the  war  breeded  different  hurts  and  different  ways  to  cope  in  each  of  them  .  perhaps  i  can’t  wait  to  see  what  nox  has  in  store  for  them  .  perhaps  .  but  that’s  a  secret . . . i’ll  never  tell .  XOXO ,  mozzie  shouldn’t  write  anything  after  1  am .

ft. E V E R Y O N E

if  you  think  for  one  second  that  i  am  not  going  to  try  to  get  my  grimy  little  goblin  mitts  on  all  of  your  characters  ,  you  are  incorrect  .  i  cannot  wait  to  throw  my  children  at  the  rest  of  you  for  connections  .  i  am  sitting  on  my  hands  at  all  times  to  stop  myself  from  bringing  another  character  so  soon  because  i  am  dying  to  collect  even  more  connections  and  dynamics  for  myself  ,  particular  with  all  the  lovely  older  characters  we  have  around  .  just  you  wait  .  i  will  get  to  know  every  character  and  then  my  adoration  for  this  group  will  only  continue  to  multiply  .

#nox.task #nox.graphics #snake tw #listen #i am a Rotten Cheat #only one of these are an actual pair and i dont know anything #head empty and i like it that way

[calamitousrpg]

Take your seats folks for the S H O W is about to begin, let the Circus E N T E R T A I N you one and all...

The lanterns suddenly dim, the inside of the Big Top darkens, the only visible light streams in from the centre and barely allows sight of the person either side of the next; even those with enhanced vision struggle to determine what’s in the D A R K N E S S around them. Only driven to attention by the beams that swarm the middle; music roars to life, a mechanical twist of cogs that scratch together like an out of time clock...

It begins. Comes in gentle flushes as magnificent silks erupt from the back entrance, manipulates the shape of a D R A G O N with such magical realism it could be mistaken for R E A L and it moves with such grace, obscured figures beneath the covers of the excessive false manifestation, travels the length of the small arena, breaks the fourth walls to flurry along the pathway between ringside and the first row grandstands. 

A B A N G erupts, a single figure appears, a striped cane between clasped hands as the man stands in dead silence. Almost statue-like to the audience who watch with curious eyes to what is to come. A top hat, tipped downwards, head bowed under it; face hidden by clothing; a ringmaster that commands the room - despite the way he stands dead still. There’s a hum of voices whispering; wondering aloud if this is the man responsible for it all; Khaos in the F L E S H, but it’s quiet, bar the movements of the silk dancers that distract watchful eyes; strange shocks to peripheries. 

And the figure doesn’t move. 

From the rear of the ringmaster, a stream of bodies emerge, extravagant feathered tails; peacocks waving ribbons; they dance - match the calm pace of the dragon that amounts a growing number of hungry eyes. High above, a clatter of metal snaps every head upwards, trapeze artists thrown from bars as the business of the room intensifies. 

Though nothing B E Y O N D what hasn’t been done before, no?

The show remains like that, hold for a few more beats - present, a lion; a typical act that puts its handler close to headless; it’s truly just that; a  C I R C U S.

And the audience begin to grow restless - the immortals hungry for blood; for the promised performances that dragged them there; it becomes obvious in the room too...

The first person stands to leave - and like a trigger, the voice snaps to attention; comes from the centre of the ring:

K H A O S

Am I not E N T E R T A I N I N G you? Is my Circus not to your liking; too M U N D A N E for you to E N J O Y? Pity. 

You can’t say I really didn’t T R Y to be a good host to you all; that I wasn’t K I N D to provide my services. Let me introduce the T R U E awaited K H A O S shall I? 

Thank me later, 

If you’re still alive, of course...

It’s instant. The snap of broken chains; the S C R E A M that tears through the Big Top like a banshee freshly released from a cage; though this is pained; A G O N I S E D in its manner. Something heavy drops from the roof of the Big Top; a body H A N G S almost still. An unrecognisable face is choking on their own blood, iron clasped around their throat, a wish wash of rusted chains tight on the individual; unbreakable. The sight is ghastly, the body mauled by harsh claws, the only indication that under the mass of dried crimson is something alive is the way the spasms of muscle fight to breathe beneath the weight of chains that bind them there.

And for those with impeccable vision and know their ranks; the vampires K N O W that there hangs their O V E R L O R D; strung up for all to see by the circus as thought that is an event. it’s delayed, the hiss of questioning; the way the body writhes to escape the clutches of metal. Khaos isn’t done:

Still here? Why, thank you - have I finally gained your undivided attention? Does the OVERLORD have such an affect on you; don’t they look pretty now? 

The panic is late, the dragon that’s been dancing circles around the ringside ignites; a demon’s fire sparking it to life, catches those in the first row of Grandstand Two and the Ringside - now it truly looks alive; an impossible beast marked to carry death. There’s more screaming. Where Demon Fire lights up the wooden slats of the seating, the ones scorched by flames shriek and howl; cave under burnt wood. 

There’s a S I C K E N I N G sound of bones crunching from above, the trapeze artists suddenly replaced by grotesque creatures; demons in their true forms and human bound skin sheds and drops down below; heavy thumps of guts splattering to the ground to leave mutilated piles; a stench that’s foul comes with it.

The head of the ringmaster jerks upwards, a mask where features should be; pale like a ghost, holeless and with the impression that KHAOS cannot see; that beneath the darkness of the metal cast face there is no potential to witness his own oncoming K A R N A G E. 

Because that comes in the form of something resembling G U N F I R E, certainly sounds similar, the peacock dancers throwing spherical cannisters into the audience; paired with E X P LO S I O N S that shake the room; small metal shards pepper unsuspecting guests and that panic that’s been withheld..

Kicks in...

Everyone grapples to their feet; a free for all of sirvivors that haven’t been singed, bulleted or reduced to ash... some in pieces; limbless and crawling along grasslands... stepped on by careless immortals; stamped on by even less sympathetic monsters...

F I N A L L Y, Khaos adds, The S H O W has begun; I promised you K H A O S... 

HERE IT IS.

The dragon; now fully resembling a magical entity sits below the strung Overlord, coaxes a real awful scream for their voicebox as flames engulf the body, reduce the choking to a gargle untill nothing but a blackened and withered form remains; a S A C R I F I C E to the Circus...

And everyone in the Ringside seating can’t escape it fast enough; a wave of heat expels from the form with enough force to send all off their feet and stumbling to recompose their senses; those still alive; unharmed fighting to get to the exit. 

But it’s gone; the walls of the tent proven impossible to break - knives, guns evaporating on its touch and where the magic binding everyone in the room distracts them, still dodging Khaos’ showman who have intent to make them the G R A N D  D I S P L A Y, begin to crowd and just as a few guests direct their attention to the ringmaster himself.

He vanishes in smoke; that darkness sweeping the room in a flash and suddenly; the harshness of rough wild magic scratches claws at the skin of all within; and when lights return to the chaotic mass of moving bodies... they are no longer in a recognisable big top...

It’s a M A Z E; tracks underneath them, steel and stone walls haphazard and staggering the mass into smaller, unplanned groups that must dare to E S C A P E the new route they’ve been contained in; or at least, T R A P P E D and forced to navigate a dark pit. Khaos’ voice thrums one final twisted introduction:

Welcome to the G H O S T  M A Z E, last one to the exit is M I N E. 

Run quickly sweet creatures, for I like to keep my promises and I want you to see all the R E A L things within these walls that you’ll never have seen before...

Try not to die now will you...

                                     Easier said than done...

                                                            Because I want to look you in the eyes first...

Within the M A Z E 

it is built from nightmares; pulled from vivid thoughts of those confined within its walls and made  R E A L by imagination. The deepest, darkest monstrosities that creature fear lives inside as G H O S T S of the maze, haunting the thick stone and striking pain into those who manifested them. Accompanied by T R A P S that are designed for the strongest of immortals, there’s a sudden need to work as a team; as a unit with the ones who would deem to be unlikely allies

For if you’re left alone with your fears... driven to insanity by them and S T U C K in a loop that your mind can’t free itself from.. well then you better hope you die before Khaos catches you...

NOTE: This is the main conclusion of the Circus De La Khaos event, the final part of 3.5 comes to close the event done, but until then, your characters must survive their darkest of nightmare; face their demons and stare them in the eye whilst they attempt to navigate through a concrete maze with both allies and foe...

Are you going to try risk it alone, leave old enemies behind? Find an unlikely companion? You choose. This part of the event will conclude Monday 3rd August, Midnight. 

Keep in mind, if your character was seated in a detrimental hit zone; they might be nursing some serious injuries too... that’s without ordinary enemies playing fatal parts...

Good luck Crooked Souls...

                                                  Dare I say...

                                                                                 You might need it...

#crooked.event #circus de la khaos part 3 #supernatural rp #supernatural rpg #mature rp #mature rpg #dark rp #dark rpg #mumu rp #mumu rpg #rp #lsrpg #spn rp #spn rpg #original rp #oc rp #original rpg #oc rpg #pastevent #event: Circus de la Khaos

[sapphic-sex-ed]

Hi umm? How to differentiate between (social) anxiety and compulsive heterosexuality? Ive been calling myself bi all my adolescence, but now that i have a real shot at something romantic/sexual w a guy im way too anxious to even open his text asking me out. Plus yesterday he was flirting with me and i got really sexually aroused but i didnt do anything abt it (not even kissing) bc i was too nervous? 😖😖😖

It can be tricky distinguishing between social anxiety and heteronormative conditioning when the most obvious signs of the latter are discomfort and anxiety around interacting with men in ceirtan ways, but there are aother ways you can try and figure this all out.

A good start is to think about how you react when you are flirting with men vs women - are you as nervous? If you are, does the anxiety feel the same or different? If you haven’t really been in this situation with a woman yet, just keep reading through cause there are still ways to figure this out.

How you look at a potentional future with a man vs. with a woman*? When you imagine a future where you are married, maybe have a house or apartment and a dog or two with your s/o, does it feel different dependent on the gender you pick for your s/o? Does the fantasy with the man feel more uncomfortable to think about? Do you have to invent some ways to cope, like add in a skewed power balance (regardless of who holds that power) or does the affection you imagine between the to of you make you feel weird?

Back when I thought I was bi (and I had no experience with either binary gender) I would say that if I got married to a man I would never want to have kids, because the conventional family structure felt weird, and alternatively if I had kids with a man I would never marry him untli maybe the kids had moved out. If I married a woman however I would love a “traditional” family image of a partner two kids a house etc. At the time I wrote it off as myself being a silly “special snowfalke” (actual term I used btw) who just wanted to be edgy and unconventional, but now I realize the heteronormativity made me feel so off I had to invent ways to circumvent parts of the norm. I wasn’t trying to be edgy and unconventional to feel special, it was that the norm was so uncomfortable I was doing my best to bend it. 

If you feel you recognize yourself in that last paragraph then that could be a sign too.

When it comes to sexual fantasies a sign could be that power imbalance I mentioned before. You need to either be super dom or super submissive or you can’t go through with it. This can manifest in kink-like fantasies because of the common D/s dynamics there, or it can manifest in infedility scenarios, or in as extreme things ars r*pe. With the latter one it can be really traumatizing even if you don’t realize it at the time and it can be really hard to work though on your own. If possible, seek counseling if that’s something you experience.

In contrast, sexual fantasies with women won’t need this type of skewed dynamic. Even if you are into kink, as I am, there will be a difference. Namely that in the fantasies with men, the dynamic will feel like the only way you can stand to be in them. If you try to actively make them more equal in power they will be super uncomfortable, or you will swap perspective so that you are the guy sleeping with a woman (also super common). But fantasies with women don’t feel uncomfortable without the power dynamic. Like sure, if you are super into D/s they might feel a little boring but the won’t feel bad.

Another thing you can do is look at your past history of crushes. If the men you’ve had crushes on are all unavailable in some way - fictional, celebreties, dead, in prison, married, gay, a friend’s sibling, etc - or if you only developed a crush on them after a friend gave their approval either by mentioning they think them hot, or saying they would be a good fit for you. 

Another crush-related sign would be if you actively selected a guy to be attracted to. Like, you didn’t see them and were like OMG but you sat down and thought okay I’m gonna be into this one. Back when I was 17 I got really into the band Queen - I’d always liked them but that’s when I got into the fandom - and I clearly remember sitting on my firend’s bed, looking at a picture of them going “okay people who like bands have a crush on one of them so who should I pick?” and litterally just went “ah that guy” for no real reason except I liked his hair and that’s the story of how I had a “crush” on Queen guitarist Brian May for two years. Contrast that with my choldhood/teen fixation with Lady Gaga and how I just saw her and went like *heart-eye emoji*, no active decition just natural obsession. 

Another way to determine if your attraction to men is genuine is if you have a very specific list of things men need to be for you to be attracted to them, and if by any chance you meet a guy who fits you instinctively add more requirements to the list. Connected to that is soley being attracted to very feminine or very masculine guys. No inbetweens. 

I’m trying to remember more but google removed the docs that had all the information so there is more but I can’t think of it right now. you could try check out the #comp het or #coercive heteronormativity tags on our blog (although I always tag both so many posts are similar, but I think mod star only tags the latter and I’m unsure about the other mods so there will be differences) and see if we have mentioned other signs. If you look prior to august I believe I will have quoted directly from the google doc (although the links to it doesn’t work anymore, obviously) so those would be the most accurate.

-mod liz

*this will be very binary in man-woman but non binary people can and do fit into this conversation, however that would require a lot more nuance and I’m out of nuance for the whole of january 2020 due to uni work so a binary discussion will have to do)

#mod liz #comp het #coercive heteronormativity #kink mention #r*pe mention #trauma mention #Anonymous

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Fanfiction Ask Game

Posting the ba test kitchen ask meme recently, I was reminded that I dislike waiting for people to ask these questions, so again I am just answering in full! This one is by @wornquillsandspilledink, so as always if you want to reblog, please do so from the OP.

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]? Okay, so maybe this one will have to be asked...

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? Not so much my full fics, but a lot of the tumblr ficlets for sure. They’re a great way to process emotional hardship or confusion. Pretty much anything to do with mental health headcanons are inspired by my personal experience.

C: What member do you identify with most? Lena, for some reason. We have very little in common, but she’s who my heart went “that one” and somehow feels most like my emotional state.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]? I can officially say that I don’t have any specific playlists to accompany my fics, but I do use playlists to get the mindspace of a fic I’m writing.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about? this would have to be asked, I guess. I could extrapolate sequels to almost anything, so...

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. Like, anything from Making Waves. It’s the pinnacle of difficult but mature adult conversations.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? I try to start with a primary action, from which everything else flows towards the finish. But I do jump around if I find myself struggling with a certain part. 

H: How would you describe your style? Emotional. I tend to write character-driven stories, even when there’s quite a bit of action. It always comes back to the quieter moments where the characters are processing internally.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? I wouldn’t call it a guilty pleasure, but if I don’t catch myself, I have a tendency to turn ANYTHING into a whump fic. It’s a problem.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. Oooooohh... ask me this one-- if you dare.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? Y’all will have to tell me. I’ve written a lot of angst, and it’s a stiff competition between character death and a permanent supercorp breakup.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? Lately? Zero. In my prime I was doing two revisions before posting.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share? Only a hundred billion thousand. 

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? Noooooo... because that runs the risk of it being done wrong. What I need is for a story to spring fully formed from my brain like Athena emerging from Zeus’ forehead.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters? I guess it’s characters? But more specifically, it’s usually a single spark of an image or snippet of document around which everything else forms to make it happen.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) “Architect or gardener” bish just use plotter or pantster like the rest of us. Shorter bits are pantsed, longer fics are vaguely plotted just to keep on track.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations? I think they are the pinnacle of creative expression. To see two artists working together to manifest a joint vision is just *chefs kiss*

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? Oooooh... There’s one writer in the stargate fandom that really made me want to step up my game. Rachel500 had an ongoing companion fic that had chapters to accompany every SG-1 episode that read like a goddamn novel. I’ve read it multiple times and was like “that. i want to make stuff like that.”

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? Whump for sure. Hurt comfort.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? Certain pet names. In this fandom the worst offender is Maggie Sawyer’s “Little Luthor.” Fck that noise. 

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. I’m way behind on reading, but I will say that I fall in love with any writer who builds a rich world (often found in the truly amazing alternate time period fics), and is able to really capture an image of the characters that I recognize and identify with.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? Actually, not really. What I enjoy about reading other fics are hearing other authors’ voices. So there are plenty of fics I’d love to see sequels to many fics, I want it to be a sequel from the original author, because they are what helped made me like it so much.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? Depends on the mood. Some are vague, but seem to have something specific in mind, and I have anxiety trying to guess what they’re really after. But there’s something gratifying about truly general prompts where I can just run with it, and maybe turn it on its head.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. Lena Luthor.

Y: A character you want to protect. Lena Luthor.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? I do. Only for characters I like. I can’t tolerate deaths of characters the AUTHOR clearly can’t tolerate. It feels too gleeful, and it’s rare that there’s any kind of emotional fallout for it. If there’s a CD, there BETTER be fallout.

#fanfic ask game #personal #do not reblog #about me #feel free to follow up

[queenofcats17]

Spangle

@insane-control-room and I wrote out a backstory for the fusion between Johan and Freckle.

Here is the AO3 link. 

Freckle sighed, tapping his fingers against the table in his conundrum.

That being fusion. Freckle had seen a great many other Joeys fusing, and he would be lying if he said he was not at least a little bit jealous. It felt as though he were missing out on something, something big, something special. Although, the fact that he had only really ever interacted with one other Joey might have played a part in his lack of fusions. But that hardly mattered to him, not then. He wanted to fuse and he was going to do it. Nevermind that he had not thought any of this through at all and knew almost nothing about fusions. So, he opened a portal into that one Joey’s dimension, Johan’s dimension, and marched in.

Johan was reading on his couch when Freckle appeared from the portal. He rose an eyebrow and set his book aside to hear whatever Freckle might say.

“Can we talk?” Freckle asked. 

“S-Sure?” Johan gave him a small smile. “I mean, I-I’m not busy.”

“Good.” Freckle nodded and picked Johan up bridal style. Johan gave a small shriek of a gasp, clinging to the man whisking him away. Freckle grinned, watching Johan’s ears tilt back. It was not too hard for him to carry Johan through the portal since the other man was not too terribly heavy.

Once they were through the portal and it was closed, Freckle put Johan down.

“So, um, what did you w-want to talk about?” Johan asked, gaining his balance and turning to face the other Joey. His ears wiggled and he grinned slightly. “I’m all e-ears.”

“Would you be willing to fuse?” Freckle asked. Best to just get it out of the way. “I’ve seen other Joeys do it and, well, I want to do it too.”

Johan’s smile faded slowly.

“C-could you r-repeat that, please?”

“I want to fuse,” Freckle repeated, smiling brightly. “You’ve done it before, right?” 

He and Johan were friends. Good friends. Close friends. Surely it would be fine.

“I-I fused o-once, that’s correct,” Johan stuttered, his cane manifesting in his hands, a soft blue color. His mind scrambled to see what he could say instead of an outright ‘I can’t fuse’. “Um, it w-was very private….”

Freckle stared at him blankly, unsure what that meant. Was it supposed to be sexual? But he had seen Snowy and Gingie fuse before and they did not seem to have any sexual feelings towards one another, nor romantic ones at that. 

Johan shifted uncomfortably.

“I-It’s n-not a, um… thing for everyone,” Johan rambled, trying to assuage his own guilt. “S-sometimes things aren’t meant to be, uh, o-open?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Freckle snapped, his expression darkening. “Do you think I can’t do it?” 

“Th-that’s, um, not what I mean-n to say,” Johan, terribly flustered, managed to reply. “Fusion is a very c-complicated thing, a-and very p-personal, too.”

“I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean!” Freckle was getting frustrated, waving his arms to punctuate his words. “Is it me? Do you not want to fuse with me specifically?!” That idea hurt him the most. The idea that Johan did not want him. 

“Freckle, p-please!” Johan intoned in a soft and worrisome voice, his hands wringing his cane over and over, trying to focus. He bit his lip, then continued. “It’s not you, it’s that I-I worry that you d-don’t know what you’re asking f-for.”

“Then tell me!” Freckle demanded. “What am I asking for?”

“When you fuse…” Johan took a moment to gather his thoughts. “There is no hiding. Th-the person you fuse w-with, you should-d trust them w-with your very soul, because that… th-that’s what you’re doing. That’s wh-what you’re asking for. For someone to see you, e-everything and anything you’ve ever d-done….”

Freckle immediately tensed at this revelation. He did not particularly fancy the idea of laying himself bare like that. But if it was Johan...

“I trust you,” he said, taking a step forward. Who better to trust himself with than a fellow Joey? They had both done horrible things, seen the worst each of them could be.

Johan stepped back, a strange blank look in his eye, stiffening. 

He swallowed. And then he swallowed again.

Any light in his eyes vanished, and they became dull, emotionless, cold.

“I can’t.” he flatly stated.

“Why not?” Freckle knew he sounded like a petulant child. He knew he was being unreasonable. But he wanted to be able to do the same thing all the other Joeys seemed able to do. He was just as good as them, wasn’t he?

“I just can’t.” Johan’s blank facade wavered, nearly snapping. He is afraid. He is lost. He would love to fuse. Especially with Freckle, the Joey he had such a wonderful brotherhood with. But, “I can’t fuse.”

Freckle’s first instinct was to throw a tantrum, to yell and scream until he got his way. But he was far too old for those (Esther would beg to differ on that front, but she was not there, not then). 

“You fused with Magenta.” He persisted, trying to stay calm and collected. Johan’s eyes widened in shock, and he tried to keep himself from trembling at the mention of the other man. “Was that just some kind of fluke?” There was a hint of vicious sarcasm in his words. 

“M-Mag and I thought we would never see each other a-again,” he breathed, hardly able to talk. “What happened was… yes. A m-miracle. A goddamn miracle….”

“If it happened once, it could happen again.” Gods, what was he even saying? This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Why was he so insistent on doing this? Didn’t he see how upset he was making Johan?

“Freckle….” Johan bites his lip again. “Freckle… I… I can’t fuse. I won’t tell you how Maggie and I managed it. I-It’s personal. And not my thing t-to say.”

Freckle sighed, his shoulders slumping. This was going nowhere. He was not going to convince Johan. No matter how hard he tried, Johan was not budging. 

“Can we just...try?” He asked quietly. Johan’s eyes softened. “Just to see if it works?”

Johan inhaled, and exhaled, then nodded.

“W-we can try,” he made himself say, hoping it was the right thing, hoping he was not lying. “We can try….”

Almost immediately, Freckle’s face lit up with a huge smile, Johan returning a tiny lopsided one. He had not actually expected that to work. But it had! He threw himself onto Johan, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” He said.  Johan patted his back, muttering how it was nothing, though it very much was not.

Freckle hugged him tightly for a few minutes before pulling away. Johan’s arms lingered on his own for a few moments before dropping away. 

“So, how is this done?” He asked.

“It depends on each person,” Johan murmured. “I don’t kn-know how we’d do this.”

Freckle frowned, considering how this would go. Perhaps dancing? No no, that was too simple. Maybe a spell. Reciting an incantation? He thought he had seen Snowy and Gingie recite some sort of incantation for their fusion. But what would the incantation be? He began to chew on his lip.

“An incantation?” He ventured. “Or...dancing?” That was a stupid idea. He knew it was stupid. But sometimes the simplest solutions were the best ones.

“I really d-don’t know.” Johan sighed. He and Magenta… melted into one. But Freckle was not made out of ink. Even Joy would be easier to fuse with, being that the little man was at least half ink. Freckle, yes, was partially ink, but… it was not enough. “I don’t actually know a-any magic.”

“Oh, I know some.” Freckle said with a sheepish smile. “I did quite a lot of work researching spells back before my studio...” He trailed off a bit, his face falling. “Well, you know.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve done research involving magic. I can’t imagine what sort of incantation we’d require for this, though.”

“Maybe y-you could come up with one,” Johan ponders. One, one. “Like two might be two b-but two can be one.”

“Oh! That’s very clever!” Freckle grinned. “Yes! Yes, that might work!” He held his hands out, making grabby hands to illustrate that Johan was supposed to hold them. Johan swallowed roughly and complied. Goodness, he was doing this, they were doing this.

“Alright.” Freckle gently squeezed Johan’s hands. “Here we go.” He closed his eyes, beginning to chant. “Two might be two but two can be one.”

He did not know whether this would work. He prayed it would. He wanted so badly to experience this act. Especially with someone he held so dear like Johan. And Johan could feel it. Unlike the last time, with Magenta, there was no smooth passage. It burned. He forced the gasp from rising out of his throat, only tightened his hands around Freckle’s, resisting the urge to push him away to nurse himself into feeling better, anything but the sensation of being forced back within his own mind and body. Yet he held tighter, and kept his breathing steady. He could not allow his trembling limbs to betray him.

There was a sense of elation for Freckle as he felt their two forms become one. He was doing it! He was fusing! But as their consciousnesses merged, he became aware of a searing pain. For a moment, he was not sure where it was coming from. Then it hit him. It was coming from Johan. Johan was in pain. Fusing with him was causing Johan pain.

Johan was in pain because of him.

Freckle began to panic. No no no no no! He could not be the cause of anyone’s pain! Not again! Especially not Johan.

But it was too late to back out then.

Not when they were already breathing as one.

Freckle tried to pull away, but it was no use. It was like squeezing a sponge. They separated just a bit, but were quickly reabsorbed into each other. And Johan’s cry of pain from their shared mouth solidified them. One arm wrapped around them tightly. 

“S-stop, d-don’t!” escaped their lips. “But you’re in pain! It’s fine! No, we need to stop! W-we can’t now…. I’m hurting you! Can’t split fast…. This is hurting you! Gotta be gradual…. I don’t want to hurt you!”

In their mind, Freckle was in tears, apologizing over and over. He hadn’t meant for this. He hadn’t meant to cause Johan pain. He shouldn’t have pushed so hard. Shouldn’t have insisted on this. But Johan clung to him, his face flushed as though in a fever, and shook his head with the smile of an angel. 

“It’s not your fault,” they said, slowly, testing their own voice, finding it creaky but warm. Tears leaked from two of their eyes. A sleeved hand gently dried the tears away, and remained on their cheek comfortingly. Their lips form into a shaky, lopsided smile. “It’s okay, okay?”

Their breath hitched a bit as Freckle managed to calm himself down a bit. Two eyes glanced down at the sleeve that had dried their tears. That was a cardigan. They were wearing a cardigan. Kind of like the ones Esther was fond of wearing around the house. It was a blue-grey color, and incredibly soft. Another one of their arms wrapped around themself, forming a small soft barrier from the terrifying idea of being ripped apart. They would let go in their own steady time. 

“Let’s make this good while we can,” they said, surprisingly, in yiddish.

Freckle felt a warmth at the words. No one had spoken yiddish to him in years. Not since he had left home. The familiar tones brought back that feeling of home. He almost began crying all over again, but Johan noticed and hugged him tightly, their shared left arm mimicking the motion. 

“Stop blaming yourself,” they scolded themself, sounding like a yenta to her grandchildren, especially in the dialect they used so softly. “You couldn’t have known. I wasn’t open enough about it.” They laughed. “You sound like Esther. But...I guess you’re right.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve said that,” they pouted back, but smiled again, their starry freckles pulsing and glowing brighter. They noticed the quop, and held up a hand, noting how the light freckles stood out against their dark skin. Like stars in the sky. A gasp of awe, their four eyes widening. “We’re… we’re spangled.”

Freckle had never been one to wear anything sparkly, but the idea of being sparkly suddenly appealed to him. He felt...beautiful. He had never felt beautiful before, and it was rather… nice.

“D-do you, um… like it?” part of them tentatively asked. Their lips curled up in a soft smile. “I do. G-good. I think it’s who we are. Spangle. What do you think?” As names went, it was far from the worst, but a giggle still escaped them. “It’s wonderful. We’re wonderful.”

They laughed a little, but a jolt of pain scampered through their spine, and they coughed, and coughed, though it subsided after a few moments. A soft turquoise cane snapped into their hand, helping them balance themself on their feet.

Freckle’s guilt resurfaced. He had almost forgotten how much pain this fusion was causing Johan. He should never have let himself be lost in the moment. Johan looked at him with the slightest hint of a frown, then sighed, smiled, and hugged him, pressing a chaste kiss onto his pseudo brother’s cheek.

“We’re gonna enjoy this while we can, right?” They gently rested a hand on their cheek. “No dwelling on that. Not now.” Their expression turned sheepish and they nodded. “Sorry. Of course.”

And so they waited it out. Well, it was more than just waiting it out. They explored who they were now. Or, at least, for the moment. They sang, and walked around, and found a mirror. They smiled at themself, for themself, to themself. Despite the aches and tremors, they overall, emotionally, felt… relief. Surprise. And above all else, happy. Freckle still felt bad for forcing Johan into this, but he was happy to be able to share this with him. Spangle enjoyed being themself.

They enjoyed it to the very last moment being together, when, like a star, they glowed bright and hot and split into a supernova, and out of it, Johan and Freckle split. The two of them found themselves on the floor, facing each other. Freckle was on top of Johan, and they were wrapped in a tight hug. Johan’s big red eyes were exhausted, but he was smiling. 

“Thank you.” Freckle whispered, breathless and flushed.

“It was…” Johan closed his eyes, yawning, sharp teeth glinting for a moment. His teeth always made Freckle think of a cat. “It was good.” 

“I’ll...try not to do that again.” Freckle awkwardly removed himself from on top of the taller man. “Push you, I mean.”

Johan shrugged. “I shoulda been more clear as to what I meant. Hey, d-do you have something to eat?”

“Oh! Of course!” Freckle scurried off to the kitchen. He was not sure what exactly was in his pantry at the moment. He had not gone to the store in a bit. 

Thankfully, he had some leftover pasta in the fridge, as well as some cereal. He returned with the tupperware balanced on one arm, the box of cereal under his arm, and a jug of milk. The milk was for him. Mostly. Johan looked at the food, his pupils contracting, and then expanding, and he grinned. 

“Goodness, what a feast,” he joked softly, pushing himself off the ground to sit at the table like the human he was not.

“I think I have some other things,” Freckle muttered as he put everything down. “But this was all I could carry.” He unscrewed the cap of the milk and started drinking it. In the back of his head, he could hear Esther scolding him for drinking straight from the jug rather than getting himself a glass. Johan did not bat an eye, merely began scarfing down the food the moment he could, the spaghetti vanishing in a matter of a minute or so.

“Maybe I should have brought more.” Freckle couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mmm, it’s enough to keep me going,” Johan hummed, munching on the cereal. “I’ll bother my bees when I get home and steal their honey.”

“You have bees?” Logically, he should have known this. He had seen the pictures done of Johan as a bee. But the idea of Johan having bees was still incredibly exciting. The only time Freckle had ever been close to a bee was that time in elementary school when one of the other boys had found a dead bee on the playground and insisted upon showing everyone. Freckle had gotten to hold it. Then another child had eaten it. 

“Of course I do,” Johan smiled. “I love them dearly. And my garden provides a symbiotic environment for them - I give them food, and so do they for me.”

“That’s so cool.” Freckle leaned on the table, watching him in awe, like a child watching a favorite grownup. Johan finished the box of cereal, and turned it over with a frown, not even getting a crumb. He squinted at it as though it were the source of all his tribulations.

“If you’re still hungry, I think I have some kosher hotdogs from when Rachel and Isaac came over.” Freckle quickly snapped himself back to reality, going to check the fridge. 

“Wait, Freckle, I’m vegetarian!” Johan quickly stopped him. “Well, most of the time, at least. Don’t worry, I just needed to pick up some strength. Spangle really winded me.”

“Well, alright.” Freckle sat back down.

Johan smiled at him.

“I’ll...I’ll try to listen better next time.” Freckle said. 

“Nah,” Johan grinned. “It was fun.”

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #joey drew #johan ramirez #freckle drew #spangle drew #fusion

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

Ch.74

Every day when he was free, he played with the toddler Wen Yuan, son of Wen Qing’s cousin. He either let him hang on trees or buried him in the ground, fooling him that he’d grow faster if he was watered and bathed in sunlight. Then, he was scolded by Wen Qing again.

AHAHAHAH OMG WWX WOULD BE A TERRIBLE DAD, AND ALSO THE ONLY ONE I'D WANT TO BE THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN

EDIT:

With how long Wen Yuan had been on the mountain for, Wei WuXian felt that they couldn’t lock a child in such a place to play with mud all the time, and so one day, when he was shopping down the mountain, he took him along as well.

He met Lan WangJi and they married and became parents. The end.

(I need this too much)

EDIT 2:

Hanging on his leg, Wen Yuan felt tired just a while later. His short arms were sore, so he let go to rest for a bit. Yet, in just a few moments, the rush of the people on the streets made him reel left and right, losing his sense of direction. 

No, n o, nO SOMEONE SAVE THE BABY-

EDIT 3:

As he spun around dizzily, he bumped into someone’s leg.

The person wore a pair of white, immaculate boots and was walking slowly to begin with. Having been bumped into, he immediately stopped.

Xhxhsnhsjx guYS IF THIS IS LAN WANGJI-

EDIT 4: IT'S HIM. IT'S REALLY HIM I CAN'T BELIEVE IT (no, wait, I can, this is fate of course). IT'S LAN WANGJI

Guys this is no coincidence, they are literally made for each other, look, theY EVEN HAD A SON

Turning around, though, he realized that Wen Yuan was gone. He almost turned pale, searching for the toddler all along the streets. Suddenly, he heard the wails of a child, and he immediately rushed over. 

Also, wwx panicking-parent version is gold

EDIT 5:

Lan WangJi, clothed in white and carrying Bichen on his back, stood frozen amid the crowd’s encirclement. He even seemed somewhat at a loss. When he took another look, Wei WuXian laughed so hard that he almost tripped over himself. A little kid sat collapsed before Lan WangJi’s feet, bawling his eyes out. Lan WangJi could neither stay nor leave, neither reach out nor talk to him. With a serious expression on his face, he seemed to be thinking about what to do.

OMG I'M LAUGHING SO HARD JUST LOOK AT HOW LOST IS LWJ OMG I FEEL SO SORRY FOR HIM

Pick up the baby, that would be an adorable sight esPECIALLY WITH WWX IN THE PICTURE I AM DEAD

EDIT 6:

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG THEY THINK L A N W A N G J I IS T H E D A D OMG THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR SOUL TO BEAR I AM GOING TO DIE AND FLY TO THE OTHER SIIIIIDE I MUST HAVE CALLED THOUSANDS TIIIIIMESSS

(look at wwx laughing his ass off, I am doomed, they are a family and no one is going to take that baby away from his parents)

EDIT 7:

Some showed their understanding, “Look at how young he is. First time being a dad, huh? Back then I was like this too. I didn’t know anything. He’ll get it after his wife bears him a few more. We all had to take our time…”

(He'Ll GeT iT aFtEr H i S w I f E b E a R s H i M a F e W m O r E, come on lwj what are you waiting for, get your wifey pregnantttt)

Some tried to comfort the child, “Good boy, don’t cry. Where’s your mom?”

(definitely chokes)

“Yeah, where’s the mom? The dad doesn’t do anything, so where’s his mom?”

YES LITTLE BABY W H E R E I S Y O U R M O M, DAD SEEMS A BIT LOST-

Guys I am alive every chapter more than before

EDIT 8:

Wei WuXian had already laughed to his death, [...]

I didn't know I was wwx

Lan WangJi looked up with force. The two’s eyes met with each other’s. Wei WuXian himself didn’t know why either, but he averted his gaze quickly.

(Ah, angst. I was starting to feel too giddy, it was strange.)

Hearing his voice, though, Wen Yuan got up at once. Dragging two long, flowing trails of tears behind him, he hung onto Wei Wuxian’s leg again.

The crowd went on, “Who is this? Where’s the mom? Just where on Earth is the mom? Which one is the dad anyways?”

(BoTh)

EDIT 9:

Hearing that his voice was no different from before, without any sense of hatred or enmity, Wei WuXian finally felt a part of him relax. He suddenly heard Lan WangJi speak up, “… The child?”

Wei WuXian’s mouth moved on its own as soon as his heart was settled, lying, “Mine.”

Lan WangJi’s brows twitched. 

Lwj has a tik that shows us when his killing intents manifest. Babe, don't worry, the child is wwx's, but also yours, so NO PROBLEMS AT ALL

EDIT 10:

An hour later, Wen Yuan finally stopped crying. He kept on feeling his pockets, stuffed full of the playthings that Lan WangJi bought for him. Seeing that his tears finally stopped, Lan WangJi seemed to be relieved. Yet, with a blushing face, Wen Yuan snuck over quietly and wrapped his arms around his leg.

Looking down, Lan WangJi saw the extra object on his leg, “…”

Wei WuXian laughed madly, “Hahahahaha! Lan Zhan, congratulations! He’s taken a liking to you! He hugs the leg of whoever he likes, and he never lets go.”

LOOK AT LWJ BEING A BETTER DAD THAN WWX

LOOK AT HOW CUTE WEN YUAN IS

EDIT 11 (omg I'm so bad at this):

With Wei WuXian dragging him and Wen Yuan clinging to his leg, Lan WangJi was finally shoved into a restaurant. Wei WuXian sat down in the private room, “Go ahead, order.”

FaMiLy DiNnEr

EDIT 12:

Seeing how he stuck to Lan WangJi and rubbed against him so that he couldn’t even have a sip of tea properly, Wei WuXian whistled and called out, “A-Yuan, come here.”

A-Yuan looked at Wei WuXian, who had just planted him in the soil like a radish two days ago. Then, he looked at Lan WangJi, who just now bought him the big pile of toys. He didn’t shift at all, and on his face was written the large word, ‘No.’

This child is so freaking clever

#grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #the founder of diabolism #the founder of evil magic #mdzs novel #mdzs fangirling mode #wei wuxian #ch.74

[nyangibun]

If “nobody likes the Targs” as you claim, how did Dany make alliances w/ the Greyjoys (they sought her out), Highgarden, Dorne, Jon Snow, Tyrion, etc? Your statement is patently false. Also, please stop linking Dany to colonialism. I’m a POC too and you do a discredit and take legitimacy away from real, historical colonialism when you throw it around all for the sake of shipping wars. Last I checked Dany isn’t stealing resources from an indigenous community or enslaving/oppressing people.

 Wow, okay… where to begin… 

The Greyjoys were opportunists. Yara knew that she didn’t have enough men behind her to win against her uncle. She wanted the Iron Islands for herself but if she went head to head with her uncle, she would’ve lost. Going to Danerice was a political move. She aligned herself with Danerice’s cause in exchange for control of the Iron Islands. That was literally said in the show. Yara didn’t go to Danerice because of her ‘good heart’ or any such thing like that. 

D: You’ve brought us 100 ships from the Iron Fleet with men to sail them.In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the throne of the Iron Islands? …..D: And you don’t want the Seven Kingdoms? T: Your ancestors defeated ours and took the Iron Islands.We ask you to give them back. D: And that’s all? Y: We’d like you to help us murder an uncle or two who don’t think a woman’s fit to rule. 

Highgarden… Olenna Tyrell aligned with Danerice not because she gave a shit about who sat on the Iron Throne. She wanted revenge, plain and simple. Cersei had just massacred her entire family. Olenna had nothing left to lose. She doesn’t care about the state of Westeros. She wanted to take Cersei down. That was also literally said in the show. Olenna doesn’t give two shits about what kind of ruler Danerice is. She wanted her to rain fire and blood on Cersei. 

D: I realize you’re here out of hatred for Cersei and not love for me.But I swear to you, she will pay for what she’s done.And we will bring peace back to Westeros. O: Peace? Do you think that’s what we had under your father? Or his father? Or his? Peace never lasts, my dear.Will you take a bit of advice from an old woman? He’s a clever man, your Hand.I’ve known a great many clever men.I’ve outlived them all.You know why? I ignored them.The lords of Westeros are sheep.Are you a sheep? No.You’re a dragon.Be a dragon.

Dorne… Again, Ellaria Sand and her daughters chose an alliance with Danerice because they wanted revenge against Cersei. The Lannisters killed Oberyn Martell, Ellaria’s lover and the Sands’ father. They couldn’t care less what kind of ruler Danerice was, so long as she helped them exact their revenge on Cersei and the Lannisters. 

Jon Snow… He came to Danerice for an alliance not because he knew who she was or what she was. She was the lesser of two evils and he desperately needed men to help him with the war in the North. He doesn’t care who sits on the Iron Throne at this point. That’s a non-issue for him, as none of it would matter if the Night King and his army breach the Wall. That’s his main priority. But the North isn’t going to back Jon up when they find out he bent the knee to Danerice because like I said in my previous post, the North hates the Targaryens. That was also literally said in canon by several members of the Northern households. Many of them were alive during Aerys’ reign and they don’t want another Targ on the throne.  

S: Have you forgotten what happened to our grandfather? The Mad King invited him to King’s Landing - and roasted him alive.….R: Your Grace, with respect, I must agree with Lady Sansa. I remember the Mad King all too well. A Targaryen cannot be trusted.

Tyrion… well, he’s neither a ruler or head of his house. He represents himself only, so he has no real weight in swaying the populous. However, it’s interesting to note that even as a faithful servant to Danerice and an adamant preacher of her ‘good heart’, he still looked horrified at what Danerice did during the Loot Train Attack, disagreed with her burning of the Tarly’s and had a conversation with Varys about how to control Danerice’s more violent impulses. That’s literally canon. He’s been worried from the very start about making sure Danerice doesn’t do anything to invite ire from the people because even he knows that the Westerosi population dislike the Targaryens.

T: But we won’t use Dothraki and Unsullied. Cersei will try to rally the lords of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be Westerosi.

T: All rulers demand that people bend the knee. It’s why they’re rulers. She gave Tarley a choice. A man who had taken up arms against her. What else could she do?V: Not burn him alive alongside his son.T: I am her hand, not her head. I can’t make her decisions for her.V: That’s what I used to tell myself about her father. I found the traitors but I wasn’t the one burning them alive. I was only a purveyor of information. It’s what I told myself when I watched them beg for mercy, “I’m not the one doing it.” As the pitch of their screams rose higher, “I’m not the one doing it.” When their hair caught fire and the smell of the burning flesh filled the Throne Room, “I’m not the one doing it.”T: Daenerys is not her father.V: And she never will be… with the right counsel. You need to find a way to make her listen.

This is all canon, so there. I even painstakingly found quotes for you in case you refused to believe me. 

As for this: 

“Your statement is patently false. Also, please stop linking Dany to colonialism. I’m a POC too and you do a discredit and take legitimacy away from real, historical colonialism when you throw it around all for the sake of shipping wars. Last I checked D isn’t stealing resources from an indigenous community or enslaving/oppressing people.”

Just because you’re also a POC doesn’t mean you get to talk over another POC. That’s now how it works. Our experiences vastly differ based on our respective ethnicities, backgrounds, cultural identities and race. Not all POCs are the same and experience the same issues. There are things I don’t know and will never know about and likewise, there are things you might not know about as well. By talking over each other and refusing to listen, you do more harm than good. 

But let’s talk about real and historical colonialism then. Do you know the poem, ‘White Man’s Burden’ by Rudyard Kipling? Do you know its meaning? It was written to urge the United States to colonise the Philippines. It was used a reasoning for why they should, as it was the ‘white man’s burden’ to go into these countries and essentially govern them because the natives weren’t educated or advanced enough to do it themselves. It was the racist notion of ‘othering’ non-white nations and justifying their own greed and desire for land, resources, and power. This notion that white colonists were benevolent parents to non-white races was prevalent throughout the colonial era, which has evolved in more subtle manifestations in today’s society, ie. the ‘white saviour’ trope so often found in literature and movies/tv shows. 

The ‘white saviour’ trope is the depiction of a white character going into a foreign country in order to save them from their evil oppressors, who also happen to be non-white and from said country. It’s the idea that only a white man/woman can save them from themselves (ie. ‘The Last Samurai’ with Tom Cruise or ‘Blood Diamond’ with Leonardo Dicaprio). 

How does this pertain to Danerice? Well… 

She frees the slaves and is then heralded above them. Her white skin and pretty blue dress stands in stark contrast to the brown skin and brown rags of the people. They worship her and call her their ‘mhysa’. How does this not make you uncomfortable? She is their white saviour. She is called their ‘mother’, which is a rhetoric often used by white colonialists in a way to infantilise the native people they controlled. They saw themselves as the benevolent parents; they knew better so they could do whatever they wanted. That was basically the mantra of white colonialists. 

Who else embodies that? 

She freed the slave-soldiers of Astapor (the Unsullied) but kept them in her employment. They’re not ‘free’; they just have a different, less cruel master. She freed the slaves of Yunkai but left the city in complete dishevel that as soon as she left, they were once again enslaved. She freed the slaves of Meereen but destroyed their entire economy so extensively that the freed slaves wanted to sell themselves back into slavery just so they could have food. They even begin rioting, saying ‘mhysa is master’. 

You said:

“Last I checked D isn’t stealing resources from an indigenous community or enslaving/oppressing people.”

But she is. She took ships and soldiers to help her achieve her ultimate goal of getting the Iron Throne. She burnt men in order to enact her justice without a fair trial even though at least one of them was innocent. She forced the former masters to work for her. In Westeros, she had to be stopped from burning the Red Keep, which isn’t just where Cersei lives but also civilians. She burnt all of the food during the Loot Train Attack, condemning thousands to starvation in the long Winter for no other reason. My point is Danerice may have had or still has, to some degree, good intentions for the people, but she is essentially still a master/conqueror/colonialist. It’s her justice or burn and die. 

Not to mention, the Targaryens were colonialists/conquerors. The first Targaryen ruler was literally named Aegon the Conqueror. When the Valyrian Freehold fell, Aegon took his dragons to the Seven Kingdoms and conquered it with fire and blood. He demanded people yield to him or die. He killed millions of people in order to gain power. This was not his homeland. Westeros is not a Targaryen’s home. It does not belong to them. 

It’d be like saying just because the British Empire once colonised India, they’re now allowed to come back and violently take it back on account of the fact that they once ruled it for however many years. Wouldn’t you say that was a horrible reason and that the British Empire has no power over India because it was never theirs to begin with? What’s the difference then between Danerice trying to claim Westeros as hers despite not having grown up there or even knowing anything about the culture and politics and that example? 

Now, you also brought in shipping, but I want to know how shipping has literally anything to do with anything I just said or what I said in that post you’re referring to? I never once mentioned shipping yet you did. Why? What does my shipping preferences matter in this discussion? Am I not allowed to have an opinion just because I prefer one ship over another? Are my words suddenly invalid because you have a different ship from mine? Is that not extremely and utterly closeminded of you? I respect your right to ship what you want, as you should respect mine. I respect your right to disagree with everything I said, as you should respect my right to these opinions without coming into my ask and being antagonistic about it. Don’t like my opinion? Scroll past. Simple as.   

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