#it's wild but it's so interesting to think about

[coldfanbou]

Wild Night

So originally, I had thought about the fic as just Somi and Umji because that was an idea someone had commented on, but then I got the idea of adding Eunha to make it something of a girl's night. It's just about all smut for this one.

Length 3K

Eunha X Mreader X Somi X Umji

“Are you sure you want to come along, Eunha? We can get pretty crazy.” Somi asked the older woman before glancing at Umji.

“Absolutely! It’s going to be a blast going out with all of you,” Eunha said, a radiant smile on her face as she looked at the small group. "This is going to be a night to remember.” With that, the three women stepped out of the dorms and into a world of pulsating music and vibrant lights. They reveled in the club's atmosphere, dancing with abandon and savoring every moment. They indulged in their favorite drinks, with Somi fearlessly striking up conversations with any man who would entertain her. 

As the night came to a close, they found themselves at a cozy bar, chatting in a booth about their experiences as idols. You were seated at the bar, saying your goodbyes to your friends as they left. Somi glanced in your direction more than once, biting her bottom lip as she eyed an opportunity to talk to you. Umji and Eunha were too engaged in their conversation to notice her. You stepped away from the bar after you finished your drink, “Hey, Boss. I’m going to step outside for a breath of fresh air, and I’ll be right back.” The Barkeep nodded and continued cleaning the glasses. 

You take a deep breath as you step outside. Your friends are long gone at this point, and few people are passing through the dark alleyway. You pull out your phone, flicking through it in search of nothing in particular as the bar door swings open. It was Somi. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she looked you up and down. “Hi, Handsome. Are you interested in having some fun?” She asks, leaning over, her cleavage about to spill out of her shirt. “I’ve had my eye on you since we got here and there’s something about you that has me all hot and bothered.” Somi’s sultry voice lingers in the air as she steps closer to you, pushing her bust against your arm. She scopes the area before returning her gaze to you. “There’s no one around, and I’m a little hungry. You have something for me, don’t you?” Her hand rubs against your crotch, “Oh, you’re pretty big.” You watch Somi lick her lips; the hunger in her eyes excites you, and you take her up on her offer.

You tilt her head back and steal a kiss from her. Turning your body toward her, you reach up and cup one of her tits. You massage it, giving it rough squeezes as you shift your hand. “Mmm, that’s nice.” She says in a low groan. “I don’t think I can wait.” Somi squats in front of you, pulling your cock out of your pants slowly. It breaks free with little help, slapping her forehead. Somi giggles and opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and running it along the underside of your cock. She flicks her tongue as she reaches the tip and grasps the base. Somi stares at you as she drags her hand along your shaft. “Fuck, this is a lot bigger than I expected.” She says excitedly. Somi shakes her head, attempting to move most of her hair behind her. She places one hand on your thigh before leaning forward and wrapping her plump lips around the tip of your cock. Her warm tongue swirls around the head, and you hear her muffled moan. Somi’s lustful eyes focus on your cock now. She bobs her head, taking more each time and stretching her lips to their limit. You feel her tongue move up and down the sides of your shaft while Somi strokes the base of your cock. She pulls away, gathering her saliva and spitting it onto your cock and spreading it out with her hand before pushing herself to take as much of you as possible. You place your hand on her head, guiding Somi as she chokes on your cock. Her eyes began to water, and her tongue calmed down, acting as a runway for your cock. 

You were close to cumming, and your cock began to pulse inside Somi’s mouth when the door to the bar opened, pushing Somi forward to the base of your cock. You hold her there as you cum, flooding her throat and pumping your cum right into her stomach. Your semen leaked from the corners of her mouth, along with her saliva. It coated her mouth, running down her chin. Two heads poked out from the door, checking why it didn’t open fully. Umji and Eunha catch you two. Somi hastily stands up and turns around, facing her friends with teary eyes and a ruined mouth. “It’s not what it looks like!” She stammers.

“I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” Umji says, wiping part of Somi’s mouth with her thumb. “You always do this, Somi. You couldn’t even wait until we were home.” She replies, slapping her friend's shoulder. Eunha stood in shock at the scene. Umji caught the stunned expression, “Unnie, this is what I meant when I said we get crazy. We find someone we can share.” She pats the older woman’s back. “If you don’t want to join us, it’s fine.”

“No, I’m cool. I’ll join.” Eunha says adamantly. “It’s our night.” 

Umji nods in understanding, “Okay, then let's get going.” Somi wipes her mouth and nods her head. 

“Let’s go.” After pulling up your pants and paying your tab, you leave with the ladies, heading back to Somi’s apartment. As soon as you’re inside, Somi reaches into your pants and grabs your cock. “I’m so ready for this beast.” She says as she leads you to her bedroom. The other girls quickly follow behind you.  “Take everything off and lay down for us; I need to get you ready for a long night.” You strip down before lying on her bed. The girls gather around you, with Somi crawling between your legs. You stare at her swaying breasts. Somi smiles and pulls off the straps of her shirt, letting her tits spill out. The large mounds had small pink nipples to go along with them. Somi crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them together. “These are nice, aren’t they? Let me show you how soft they are.” Somi raises your hips, making it easier for her to place your cock between her tits. Saliva drips from her mouth onto your cock, and she pushes her tits together, using them to coat your cock. You groan her name; Somi’s soft tits enveloped you, slowly rising and falling as she used them like a fleshlight. She lowers her head, lapping at the tip when it pokes from between her tits. 

Umji turns your head toward her, planting her lips on your and placing your hand on her ass. You instinctively squeeze, feeling the soft flesh in your hand and making her give a light moan. Eunha does much the same, following Umji’s lead. You give their asses soft taps, enjoying them as Somi comes to a stop. “He’s ready. Eunha, do you want to go first?” 

“Me?” Eunha debates her options for a second, staring at your cock with fear in her eyes. “Sure, I’ll go first.” She says. It was the first time Eunha would have something so big, bigger than any toy she had, and it excited her. Eunha climbs off the bed, pulling off her skirt and throwing off her shirt. Standing in her underwear, you look over her body, marveling at her curves. She didn’t have Somi’s bust, but she had a good ass and thick thighs. She pulled down her panties and tossed her bra off to the side before climbing back onto the bed.  

“How do you want her?” Umji whispers into your ears. 

“From behind.”

Somi backs away, giving you the space to get behind Eunha, who hesitantly gets on all fours. She looks behind herself as you stroke your cock, imagining how it would be inside her. Somi and Umji get on either side of her, spreading her cheeks apart. “What are you doing?” Eunha asks, more than a little nervous. The older woman moans as she feels something cold enter her ass. Somi had lathered her finger in lube, pushing it deep into Eunha’s ass. “Mhmm, wait, not there.” Eunha groans as she feels Somi’s finger curl inside her, rubbing against her walls. 

“Unnie, We know you’ve been trying out some toys for that hole,” Umji says softly as she lies beside Eunha. “I want to see you lose your V-card.” 

“But-” Umji kisses Eunha, stopping her from saying another word.

Somi pulls her finger out, “Umji, you’re so bad.” She says as if she hadn’t had a part in this. Somi turns to you, “Come on, big boy, fuck this tight little ass for us.” She grabs your cock, pointing it right toward Eunha’s asshole. You press against it, feeling the resistance as you push the head inside. You groan, forced to grab Eunha’s waist as you move more of your length inside. The crushing pressure feels terrific; Eunha’s ass squeezes you roughly, making it challenging to push inside. Eunha gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white and her whines being muffled by Umji, who started playing with the older woman’s clit. You’re stretching Eunha’s ass, forming it into the shape of your cock as you push in deeper. Somi kisses your neck and presses her chest against yours. “You’re nearly all the way inside. Keep going.” She nibbles on your ear as you pull on Eunha’s waist and bury the last couple of inches inside her. Eunha’s loud moans could barely be contained as the pain began to turn into pleasure. She could feel you deep inside her. Eunha was barely hanging on; the only thoughts in her head revolved around your cock. You reach over and kiss Somi, pushing your tongue into her mouth while you wait for Eunha to get used to your size. You toy with her tits, pulling on Somi’s nipple. “You can use me however you want. Tonight, every hole is just for you.” She whispers, leading your hand to her ass. Somi kisses your cheek before continuing, “My pussy is gonna milk you dry.`” 

Umji moves to your other side, “Don’t forget about me. I’m going to want some of this, too.” Umji sends her hand into Eunha’s ass, and a loud clap fills the room. “Just look at what you’re doing to my Unnie. You’re going to turn her into a fucktoy.” Her words excite you, and you begin to move. Eunha’s ass refuses to let you go; you use a good amount of energy pulling out but find pushing back in to be much easier. Eunha’s ass happily welcomed you back in. Each subsequent thrust became easier as your cock coated her walls with Somi’s saliva and the lube.

Eunha groaned with every thrust; her hands slowly made their way to her ass, spreading her cheeks and allowing you in deeper. “More! I want more!” She cried out. You gripped her waist tightly and made sure to satisfy her desire, ramming your entire length inside the petite woman. Umji and Somi smile as they hear the older woman beg for more. Eunha was quickly nearing her climax; something about being watched by her maknae made her feel more aroused. 

You felt her walls tighten around you and moaned Eunha’s name, “You’re getting so tight.”  You grunt, stirring Eunha’s insides, bringing you close, too. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside, i-inside,” Eunha mumbled as you pounded her tiny body into the bed. 

“Do it cum inside her little asshole,” Somi whispered as she toyed with your nipple.

“Fill her,” Umji added as she licked your neck.

Your grip on Eunha tightens, digging your hands into her soft flesh as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her and pour your semen into her ass. “I’m cumming!” Eunha cries as you fill her ass; the sensation of the warm cum flooding her guts is more than enough to send her over the edge. Eunha’s asshole tightens around your cock, squeezing your cum out of you. You drag your cock out of her slowly; an audible pop is heard as you pull out. Eunha’s ass winks at the three of you, attempting to close as cum leaks out of her. 

Somi stares at the gaping hole you left and can’t hide her excitement. She runs her finger around the edge of Eunha’s ass hole and tastes your cum. “I want my turn next.” She says, rolling Eunha to the side.

You glance over at Umji. She kisses your cheek and runs her fingertip along your chest. “Ruin her. I have my own plan,” She says with a wicked smile. Somi lay on the bed spread eagle, eager to feel your cock. 

You turn to face her with your cock in hand, rubbing it against her lips until you feel the entrance. “Mmm, do it. Fuck this little pussy.” You give Somi precisely what she wants and ram your length inside her without a second thought. She throws her head back and shouts as she feels you tear through her, stretching her cunt in an instant. “F-uck,” She groans. 

“You’re tight,” You respond before placing one of Somi’s legs on your shoulder and beginning to move. 

“I’m not ready,” Somi whimpered as she felt you begin to pound away at her body.

Umji spoke up, “Let me quiet her down.” She moved from your side and placed herself firmly on Somi’s face, letting her friend eat her out. “Use your tongue, Somi.” She moaned. You watched Umji play with her modest tits, squeezing them as she ground her hips against Somi. You loved the sight, and it made you want more from Somi. You reached over and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly in your hand before tugging on her nipples. You could barely hear her moans because of Umji’s thighs, but you knew she was losing her mind. You did whatever you could to Somi’s nipples, pulling on them, twisting them. You heard her moans slowly growing louder, and her cunt only got tighter. “Ooh, that’s it, ruin that little body,” Umji moaned, watching you turn her friend into a fleshlight. “Play with her clit. It’s always super sensitive. She’ll cum in no time.” You followed her orders, moving your hands down Somi’s toned stomach. You rubbed her clit slowly at first, in small circles, before suddenly flicking it. It sent shivers down Somi’s spine. She whined about it, but you couldn’t understand her. When you felt her cunt tighten around your cock you knew she was about to cum. “She’s going to cum, huh? I’m nearly there, too. Just a little longer. Umji rocked back and forth over Somi’s face, bringing herself to her climax. You reached forward, grabbing Umji and pressing your lips against hers as you impaled Somi on your cock and drowned her cunt in your cum. Umji cums at the same time, her body moving quickly as her nectar sprays over Somi.

The three of you bask in the afterglow for a minute before Umji climbs off Somi. The young woman’s face is covered with Umji’s nectar, which runs across her cheek and onto the bed. “That just leaves me,” Umji says as she kisses you again. “You stay right there.” Umji places herself over Somi, their cunts rubbing against each other. Umji moves her hand between her legs, spreading her lips for you. “I’m waiting.” She says in a low, sultry voice.

You place your cock and her entrance and push in slowly. Your energy was running out from all the orgasms, but still, you pushed forward. Umji’s pussy  was snug, holding you comfortably as you began to move. She groaned as you entered her and kissed the barely conscious Somi, tasting herself on her friend's tongue. Umji’s moans filled the room, arousing you and giving you the energy to continue. “You’re so deep, I think you’re hitting my womb.” She groaned.  You massaged Umji’s ass as you thrust, getting yourself ready to spank her. You pulled back and delivered a hard smack to the soft ass, watching as it recoiled. “Oh fuck, hit me again.” She groaned. You continued to spank Umji, turning her ass red and leaving your handprint on her.

All the while, she played with Somi’s body, lapping at her neck and playing with her tits. Your cock was beginning to throb inside the young woman, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you came. You reached under Umji, finding her clit and rubbing it. She grimaced, and her moans grew louder. “Ahh, fuck.” Umji backed her ass into you, wanting you to go deeper as you pushed her towards cumming. You picked up speed, moving like a piston into her tight cunt while you held her in place with your other hand. You watched her ass bounce as you rammed your cock inside. 

“I’m cumming, Umji,” You moan as you hold onto her waist. Your moans fill the room as you put the last of your energy into your last thrust. Ramming into her womb and flooding it with your cum, filling Umji to the brim as her walls milked you of anything you had. You collapse on top of her before rolling in between Eunha and the pair of women. 

You pass out, waking the following day, where you find yourself still between the beautiful women, each focusing on your cock, taking turns sucking on it till you’re awake. “Oh, you’re awake,” Somi mumbles as she bobs her head.

“Good morning,” Eunha and Umji say as they kiss your cheeks. “I hope you have some time to spare. Your cock was hard when we woke up, and we thought we should get another ride before leaving.” Umji comments as she runs her hand along your chest. “You’ll stay for a few more rounds, right?” You just nod, happy to have them all over you.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #gfriend smut #viviz smut #eunha smut #umji smut #somi smut

[sanjisblackasswife]

Gojo Hearing “I Love You” for the First Time

I gen. have no clue if anywhere in the series anybody has said they loved gojo. Whether platonic or not. Its interesting and I was just thinking.

CW: Mentions of Gojo’s Past(some canon some not…so spoilers ig if you haven’t read the inventory arc), Established Relationship, Mentioned Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Some Angst(?), Soft Gojo, Reader speaks Spanish because I’m projecting 😋, Kisses

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

“AND THAT’S WHY I DO NOT LIKE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!..IT WAS VOMIT EVERYWHERE!”

“Can’t believe you managed to eat 6 boxes of cookies in one sitting.”

“Hey! Don’t judge it was a marathon of Digimon playing all day…good times. Not as good as the time—“

And there he goes again, your big over 6’6” boyfriend laying on his back on the couch having another yap fest after a long trip. It started off with a quiet evening of you both eating and watching a childhood movie to then actually sharing stories of your past.

You really couldn’t be more enamored by how excited Satoru gets when he speaks to you. His smile is wide from ear to ear and his dimples grow deeper. He’s also so expressive with his hand gestures you really don’t know where to look as you lay comfortable on his big broad chest.

Usually when he begins to speak about his life before you, you try to absorb and savor every moment. Since your friendship in high school Gojo wasn’t much of a talker (ironically) about his life, but as you both grown closer since his big mission with Geto to watch over Riko he managed to get a bit more comfortable with telling you more about himself.

It’s been 11 years since then and after some therapy sessions with you, Geto, and Gojo three of you managed to learn how to express yourselves in a healthier way with each other.

You watch now, almost 1 year into your official relationship with him and noticed he doesn’t talk much about his parents. Nor an adult in his life that was like a parent to him at the very least. Even when in High School you never met his family. You knew of his clan and that was all.

You always wondered where did he get his wild energy from? His dad? Where did he become so affectionate through touch? His mom? It was all a mystery you wanted to understand.

You’ve even asked Geto, his closest best friend what does he know about his mom and dad, but he always ends with “It’s better you wait until he tells you himself.”

You didn’t question it more, you respected the decision so thats exactly why you’re here. Watching and listening attentively to what your boyfriend has to say. It makes you happy seeing how much he has grown more comfortable towards you towards the years.

“And when I was 8 I remember my folks always gave me free range to use my technique whenever to practice, but boy they regretted after an hour because I—-baby.”

Without noticing your eyes blinked back at him as if you began to come back to reality again, Gojo seen the relaxed look you given him as he spoke, how your eyes were on his, but he just knew you—

“‘ not even listeninggguhhhh.”

Putting your thumbs on his pouty bottom lip, they’re so soft you smile at him, it wasn’t really something you’d expect to say to him, but his pretty big smile, his deepened dimples, everything about him caught you in a moment of venerability you just decided to softly speak at him;

“I love you.”

…just like that it was a pause.

It just slipped off the tongue. You meant it, but finally saying it out loud was a bit of a shock to not just you, but more Satoru. He had an unreadable look on his face, almost as if he didn’t catch what you said, but he definitely did. He couldn’t miss the way his body tensed up hearing those three words.

“What?”

Gojo didn’t say anything, almost as if it was a staring contest you rise from his chest to straddle him, “Are you okay?”

You jumped feeling the pads of his thumb dig into the fattiness of your hips, almost as if he were trying to massage you….very painfully. He got up though, placing you down on the couch and walking to the nearest bathroom without saying a word or looking at you. You could’ve sworn he wiped his face momentarily.

“Go—?”

He didn’t mean to, it was almost a reflex. Your words though, kept replaying in his head . He felt a bit silly being so dramatic , ironically but he couldn’t properly process what you said.

“Satoru?” You knock on the door breaking him away from his thoughts, “You okay, papa? I—oh.”

He opened the door, putting back on his eye mask and giving you one of the fakest smiles you ever seen him do.

“What are you doing, you okay?”

“yeah yeah I’m fineeeee. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“W-wait!” You playfully scoff at his eagerness as he pulls you to the front door, “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable….I know it was sudden and random, but I meant it.”

Gojo turns and exhales, clearing his throat he begins to scratch the back of his head, you can tell he is scrambling for words so you continue; “I do love you Satoru. A lot. I think I always have since we were younger, but I don’t know…today made me realize I should verbalize it.”

He wants to speak, but for one of the first times you left him wanting to just listen to you. Honestly you took advantage of it because who knows when you’ll be able to get him this quiet.

“I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you explain things, I love the way you are, I love the way you care, I love how you can get on my nerves.” You ends the last part with a giggle making him finally chuckle with you, and he brings you closer to his chest. “I love you, Satoru. You are an amazing person and I am very blessed to have you as not only a friend but a partner.”

It was all too much, he felt overwhelmed he had to lift his mask to wipe the tears welling on the side of his eyes, he chuckles again, the free hand on your waist tightening, “Well damn if I didn’t know better I’d think you have a crush on me.”

You laugh, “Maybeeee…..Now. “ You smooch his cheek before grabbing your phone, “Let’s go get some food—-“

You tried walking past him towards the door but he grabs you from behind to hug you close, you can hear his shallow breaths in your ear. You’re used to his tight squeezes from behind but this one was firm. Almost as if he let you go you’ll fly away.

“Say it again.”

You smirk, his voice quivering but trying to be masked by a fake pouting tone, “I love you, Satoru.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again, but in Spanish.”

“Oh brother.”

“C’mon you sound hot when speaking Spanish.”

“Te amaré para siempre, Satoru…”

If words could explain how he felt right now with you, the closeted would be a weight being lifted off his shoulders. For a moment he no longer was Gojo the strongest sorcerer, he was Satoru.

Just Satoru.

Something he wanted to be for a long time, and now you are helping him take the first step into that.

You inhale his scent; mint, expensive cologne and his natural musky smell you love so much and rub his head as he is still buried in your neck. You turn to face him and grab his cheeks, almost hesitantly to cup them because you weren’t sure if he’d left you see him cry. Though you felt your shoulder dampen.

However he let you, his big blue eyes surrounded by a tint of pink, he tried laughing it off and he actually broke eyes contact with you, “I …um…heh..fuck—“

You knew what he was trying to say but you don’t force him, instead you place your lips on his, you felt him exhale, his body relaxing in your touch, “I know, Satoru. I know.”

Gojo couldn’t properly register why he was so overwhelmed with whatever he is feeling right now but he wouldn’t trade this feeling in the world. He honestly wanted to replay the moment you said you loved him on repeat all day.

Later that day you both go out and have your own last minute date for the evening, he wanted so badly to tell you he loves you back by trying to incorporate more of the word “love “ in his vocabulary, by saying things like “I know you LOVE this.” Or “Wouldnt you LOVE for me to take you here.” but it was hard and he sounded silly.

Satoru wanted so badly to tell you he doesn’t just love you, but he has fallen IN love with you.

Gojo finally found just one more person that gave him something he didn’t realize he needed;

To feel human.

#TimikosGojo #black reader #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk headcanons #jujutsu gojo #gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x black y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff

[anodymalion]

ok I am in fact using this as an excuse to make a long post about this thank you thank you asjksdjfaljdf

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Interpreting Yuri as asexual is my very very favorite type of headcanon, which is one that 1. is compellingly coded in the source material (even if that wasn't the creator's intent), 2. is thematically relevant to what the piece of media is Trying To Do as a whole, and 3. just means a lot to me, personally, because I said so.

Coded in the source material

Yuri’s short program is “eros”, aka desire (you can interpret what “eros” means in various ways, but YOI itself explicitly refers to sexual love, at least in the English translations). Yuri struggles with this. Hard. He can’t come up with an answer when asked what eros means to him. His big revelatory moment about desire is that it’s how he feels about wanting to eat his favorite food (omg… boy). Even as the season goes on and the way he views the Eros program changes, the program doesn’t ever really embody the idea of eros as sexuality or romance (which was how the other characters expect him to interpret it) but rather as a desire to keep Victor in his life.

Like look. I’m obviously not going to say that the creator intended any kind of ace subtext to be there. I kind of doubt it was her intent. But goddamn is the subtext there.

2. Thematic relevance

The central theme throughout YOI is “love”, and especially loving people in a way that inspires you both to be your best selves: Yuri learning that the people in his life truly love and support him; Victor finding someone who makes him feel joy about skating again.

Like, Yuri’s whole skating theme for the Grand Prix is literally about him exploring what love looks like to him, even when it takes a form that other people don’t totally understand. Viewing all this through a lens of him being ace is really compelling. It adds depth to the idea of learning how to express the way you feel love even when it looks different than what other people expect. I think it’s a really delicious layer that adds even more nuance to what the show is getting at.

Besides, it’s an interesting way of viewing the criticism of the show that occurred for it not being 100% explicit about them being a couple (aka people getting mad because the kiss in ep 7 is blocked by Victor’s arm lmaooo). Like, ok, did you see the ending scene of ep 9? Did you see ep 10??? They definitely, definitely love each other, in whatever way that means for them. Their relationship takes a form that’s pretty different than the other way people in the show are going about romantic relationships, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real for them. That is very much in line with the main themes of the show.

3. Means a lot to me

In the final scene of the penultimate episode, Yuri tells Victor that they should end their coaching relationship after the Grand Prix ends. This is because he thinks he’s holding Victor back, that Victor would be happier being free to go back to skating on his own instead of being Yuri’s coach. When I watched this (and, I’ll be honest, this is completely me projecting here) I REALLY interpreted this as an ace thing. I think it’s pretty easy to internalize the idea when you’re asexual that you just won’t be… enough, for other people. In my case I ended up a strong impulse to self-sabotage relationships because I would rather be the one to end things than to let someone else tell me that who I am as a person is fundamentally lacking. Yuri destroying a connection he desperately wants because he thinks there’s something about him that is holding Victor back from a life he’d be truly happy with? Oh yeah. I can fucking relate to that.

Also: YOI came out in 2016, which was the absolute peak of hostility to ace people I was seeing on this site. It was bad here. At the same time Tumblr was going wild over this show. Everyone was watching it. Seeing a whole site of people absolutely adore a character I very deeply in my heart believed to be ace? Extremely vindicating.

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In conclusion Yuri is asexual because it is fun and interesting that way, and also because of this:

#like it adds so much to the show if you view it through this lens! it's really good! #same reason for why I hc zuko as gay like -> #yeah ok you don't *have* to see it this way... but don't you want to live deliciously (in your media analysis)??? #yoi #yuri on ice #thank u for giving me the excuse to finally post about this lol this has been building in my head for literally the last 8 years

[crazylittlejester]

What is one head canon you have for every individual member of the chain?

only one headcanon for each of them? 🥺

Time: I’ve definitely said this one before, but he is not at all trying to be fatherly. He does care about the boys a lot, but his fatherly actions are all completely unintentional, he has no idea some of them look up to him like a dad, and he has yet to realize he looks at some of them as his kids. In his mind he’s just being kind and brotherly. He has a hard time expressing emotions and seriously struggles with facial expressions, which is why he comes off as so hard to approach and seems more responsible and dad like, but that’s not the case at all. He’s just as chaotic as the others and seriously is oblivious to how some of them look up to him

Warriors: I headcanon he comes from a family of tailors (which is a headcanon ive seen before) who own a small shop in the little village he comes from (he’s not originally a city boy to me, he became a city boy later in life). His family also owns a small farm and he had big dogs growing up. Had the war never happened he’d probably still be with them, taking over his mom’s shop because he was the one most interested in it (i also headcanon he has a lot of siblings)

Twilight: He needs people to take care of or he won’t take care of himself. He just falls into such a slump if there’s no one for him to look after because he feels useless and unneeded. He’s a serious hoverer when one of the others are injured but he feels bad for hovering so he ends up sitting on the opposite side of camp looking like a wet dog and it’s just so sad looking 😭

Sky: I know a lot of people make him super sleepy or give him asthma because of his low stamina in Skyward Sword and also because he just always seems tired in that game, but for me Sky has epilepsy, and that’s why he has periods of time where he’s just absolutely exhausted

Hyrule: Not afraid of much and has a stomach of steel. This kid will eat anything and everything and will be completely fine. Bonus extra headcanon: I think he’s older than Legend

Legend: I headcanon he’s autistic and struggles to control the tone of his voice, and that’s why he can come off pretty harsh. He doesn’t mean to, he’s seriously pretty chill (unless Warriors is involved), but he can come off as disinterested or snappy when he really doesn’t mean to

Wild: Actually extremely good at handling his emotions and dealing with problems (compared to the others). He knows he gets overwhelmed and while he’s not the best at telling someone where he goes to blow off steam, he knows how to hold himself back and handle himself, and he’s perfectly capable of defending himself if something happens when he goes off alone. Sometimes he just needs to be alone, and if he really CANT be alone because it’s too dangerous, Wolfie will trail after him just for backup and keep his distance

Four: BIG reader, he loves to curl up with a good book but it’s hard for him to get his alone time to focus on what he’s reading while he’s traveling with the others. He will make up stories in his head when he can’t sleep or actually focus, and he’s a really animated story teller. He’s told a lot of campfire stories and when he’s doing those it’s one of the very few times the others actually shut up

Wind: Dyslexic and seriously struggles to read, but he absolutely LOVES to draw and would doodle all the time during any lessons anyone tried to give him ever. Give this kid a sketchbook and he’ll literally draw you a masterpiece. He loves sketching scenery and the others and he’s FREAKY good at it

#jes talks #jes ask #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wild #lu four #lu wind #lu headcanons #jes headcanons

[remidyal]

So I'm going to start speculating a little about future D20 seasons, just because we're running out of JY and thinking about that makes me sad.

My guess is that we're getting another four side quests, plus the replays of the Time Quangle live shows, before whenever the next IH season is (probably jan or feb 2025). From Dropout's production schedule, most likely at least two, probably three, and maybe all four are either already filmed or filming presently. The strikes may have disrupted this somewhat, however.

We know the names of two from the 5th anniversary video; we also know from the JY FAQ for a fact that one of these two, called "Never Stop Blowing Up" is next.

In the last few years this has been the slot for a campaign not GMed by Brennan or Aabria; I'm going to actually guess that there's a decent chance Brennan also won't be a player though I'm not at all sure of the timing with paternity leave and all. What the season is from that title could be a lot of things, though social media stars or stuntpeople have been guesses I've enjoyed. I think this is going to be a new setting, rather than something set in a preexisting universe, but I could be wrong there and there's been speculation that it might be something Starstruck (in which case I WOULD expect Brennan at the table).

GM possibilities for this or any other season even just from among people who have played on D20 before are too widespread to even do a complete list; highlights who have played on but haven't GMed for D20 and who I understand have experience (and would be excited to see) include but certainly aren't limited to Jasper, Ify, and Anjali from various side quests. Among the IH, Siobhan has made it fairly clear that she's not interested in GMing. I don't know if Ally has experience or not but they would obviously run something wild and I'd be here for it. Lou I believe has DMed home games but not actual plays; I'm uncertain if he'd be interested in running for a show, but I'd certainly watch if he did. Emily and especially Murph have a ton of experience as well but I think NADDPOD is kind of too much for Murph at least to GM outside that. Zac is low-key the IH I think is the most likely to end up GMing a season; rotating heroes is a thing, of course, but I don't think the workload there is as high as NADDPOD's.

We also know a Dungeons and Drag Queens 2 is coming at some point. The most likely format for this is a straightforward sequel with Brennan GMing for either the same four players or four different Queens, but I would actually love to see one of the players from the prior run step into the GM seat if any of them have gotten deeply into the hobby in the meantime. If they swap Brennan out for another DM here, this would maybe be the one season where I'd be delighted for it to be Murph, simply for the makeup possibilities. (One possibility is simply that he wears Cody Walsh cosplay for the season.)

I also think (or maybe I'm just trying to speak into existence) that we will get another 10-episode Aabria-GMed season this year, probably as the lead-in right before the next IH season for the third time running. Burrow's End and ACoFaF are both out of this world, stellar seasons to me (MiMa is... complicated by how much I want the property it's mocking to fade from memory, but that isn't its fault or hers) and I want to see what she does next.

Last, probably between D&DQ2 and that 10-episode season if that happens, we'll probably have another 4-6 episode original. If Brennan DMs D&DQ2 and Never Stop Blowing Up, this will probably be someone else; otherwise, not much to go off of.

It's possible that the live shows end up filling in one of these slots and are treated as a season until themselves, but I think they're going to be released not all in a row but rather to fill weeks between seasons. This might just be a greedy hope on my part, though! I do hope Brennan sits out at least one season, and I'd love it if the person who GMs who isn't Aabria or Brennan is someone who's done less prominent projects. (I'm actually talking myself into really rooting for a Zac-GMed season, though Ify's been my main hope for a long while.)

One thing that does seem to have shifted lately, specifically in Dropout's marketing - in the past, they were always extremely secretive about seasons past the currently airing one until it was complete, with the names not even known until the release of the season trailers. This changed a little when they teased Matt Mercer gming a season (which turned out to be RavWar) during Never After's airing; it's changed much more in the last two seasons, with a teaser for Junior Year coming out before Burrow's End had even started airing and with the names of multiple seasons being given in advance. It wouldn't surprise me if we continue getting little seeds for future seasons as we move forward.

#dimension 20 #dropout tv

[eriexplosion]

Okay so. I cannot take it seriously when people say that we weren't led to think CX-2 was Tech. Because no we were not just having foreshadowing of the creation of an Evil Bad Batch. The clues led directly to Tech.

We have to start with the fact that they didn't kill him off definitively. Start with his survival being debated (and there's no way they didn't know it would be debated because I choose to believe they are not stupid) then introduce a character that lasts suspiciously long and has weirdly intense beef with Crosshair and you already are inclining people towards believing this is Tech.

CX-2 goes through a speedrun of Tech scenarios with 1. the leg crushed by a heavy falling object, similar to Ruins of War 2. knocked over by an explosion leaving him dangling above the abyss from a line like Plan 99 3. going over a waterfall and crawling out in a shot that completely matches the scene from The Crossing.

One or two of these is a coincidence, all three together less so.

Plan 99 notes mixed into The Battle of the Snipers. Which the Kiners only explained as the notes 'sounding good in brass' and nothing else.

He gets distinctly Tech like dialogue and no I don't just mean 'domicile' though we do have to acknowledge that no one else in Star Wars uses this word on the regular. We also have the exact match of 'Who are you' to Decomissioned, and the matching of 'I have simply cut off her means of escape' to Tech regularly saying 'I am simply-' when explaining himself, which again is something no one else in the show shares. Tech has a distinct way of speaking that matches CX-2, especially as of Point of No Return. (And CX-2 doesn't really sound like Crosshair, because Crosshair is just straight up not as chatty as CX-2 and never has been.)

He gets a long, unnecessary scene with Phee where he suddenly forgets how to be a murder assassin and starts playing soft.

He doesn't shoot Hunter when he has a chance and chooses to instead shoot his own man, he doesn't blow up the Marauder while Wrecker is inside, and when Omega surrenders he opts to just wait for her to hand him her communicator. He doesn't even shoot Shep when Shep starts talking back to him, all of which indicated that maybe for whatever reason he didn't want to, bolstering the Tech theories.

Getting into an opinion rather than analysis here but: Evil Bad Batch is a stupid fucking idea, it serves no purpose whatsoever other than a cool boss fight that adds nothing to the story. Having a CX be someone, anyone they actually cared about would have been interesting and actually played into the themes of family and forgiveness that were set up earlier in the season. Instead it's just more people to kill off to zero interesting payoff. It's stupid.

Every person I spoke to offline thought that this was Tech. All of them. People that have never looked on social media, watched a theory video, anything. All thought CX-2 was Tech and were confused when he was speared. This was not terminally online theorizing gone wild, this was a very widespread thought and assumption.

So, if they didn't mean to do any of that and at no point intended to imply this was Tech and were solely trying to foreshadow their 5 minutes of Evil Batch fight? They did it poorly. When the majority of your audience actively believes you are leading to one direction only for it to be some other direction that you meant to lead them to, the problem is not The Audience Didn't Read It Right, the problem is you wrote it badly.

#the bad batch #fandom salt #you can't just shove everything onto the audience like the audience is just watching TV wrong #that's what they set up whether they intended to or not #but frankly given Everything I have a hard time believing they didn't intend to set this up

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Hello hello,dearie!!

How are you,good?

My name is Nina or Weewoo,self proclaimed platonic (Hazbin) asker!

I have seen your platonic works,and I have to say,you've peeked my interest,darling!

The way you write is very wholesome and cute,so please,indulge me in an ask!

May I request a Zestial,Rosie,Alastor,Vox,Husk,Charlie and Carmilla (you may remove,replace or add character as you so please! I simply like to give a character list so you can choose!) with a platonic!child!reader that loves art but gets really messy with it? A little energetic artist.They're all giddy and happy getting everywhere with the rainbows and sunshines. Maybe one time they get really upset because they messed up,and they start to cry? (If you need an age approximate,maybe 6-10 years old?)

I hope that not too much info!!

Have fun writing this,don't forget to drink,eat,and take breaks!!

Have a fantastic day,honey!

Stay proud.

-Nina <33

A/n: My shift key fell off so I'm having a hard time with that. Sorry if I accidentally didn't capitalize something! (I planned to also do Vox but I couldn't think of anything, I'm so sorry!)

!!not proofread!!

Roise: Doesn't care that you are messy with art at all! She'll make sure you don't stain or break anything but besides that she lets you go wild. Would probably give you your own art room. Is also very sad when you mess up. She hates seeing you sad. She draws with you to help you feel better.

Alastor: He likes you but stay away from him when painting. He would rather keep having a red suit, rainbow wouldn't suit(ha) him. Though he does give you room to paint and draw where you want. All those spaces are suspiciously close to Husk. Tries (and likely fails) to comfort you when you mess up. Might draw with you to help you smile again. After all, you're never fully dressed without a smile.

Husk: Talks to you while you draw. Kind of like you are a drunk bar patron lol. But instead of their insecurities it's what animals you like (or maybe about your insecurities too.) Very grumpy especially when you get paint on him but he does care deep down. For example, when you mess up he helps you calm down. Gets you some chocolate milk or apple juice or whatever you want <3.

Charlie: Very supportive! She'll draw with you!!! Happy to help get you supplies. While she gets that you're a child and usually wouldn't be that upset about making messes, Nifty keeps giving you death glares and she doesn't want to risk anything. Feels bad when you're upset. She'll get you anything that she can help to make you calm down, and also does a group session on learning about healthy coping mechanisms. It's supposed to help you not break down but everyone in the hotel, including her, could use it.

Carmilla: She has two kids so I'd imagine she has some experience. Hangs your art on the fridge like a true mother. While she does like you being hyper and happy she doesn't think the house needs a new paint job. She'll try to make sure you get most of your paint and markers on the paper. Like I said she has two kids so she is great when comforting you when you mess up. She'll encourage you to try again and might even draw with you if that helps.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #carmilla x reader #charlie x reader #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #husk x reader #charlie morningstar x reader #platonic #child reader #No YOU reblogging about 100 k0sa things to your fandom blog and didn't do fandom content for weeks

[jellys-compendium]

I Want to Hold Your Hand

A Vergil x GN!Reader Drabble

Rating: General

Pairing: Vergil x GN!Reader Summary: In which a touch starved Vergil struggles internally with the urge of wanting to holding your hand. Word Count: ~1K Cw: adorable mutual pining, reader is mute, Vergil is so in love but he's too dense to realize it, pure fluff, and ooc Vergil I guess for those who don't like to see when he's written soft and vulnerable A/n: I love writing me some fluffy Vergil. Hope you all enjoy!

‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower’

He pauses his reading. The half demon’s gaze rises from the page and latches onto the intricate symbols you expertly form in the air only a few meters away.

You are speaking with Nicoletta, bantering back and forth like friends do. Vergil’s not up to date on the conversation, but that doesn’t minimize his interest in your words in the slightest.

Vergil’s pale blue eyes secretly trace the delicate outline of your fingers as they move. They’re so fragile compared to his own, but looks are often deceiving. The half demon is well aware of the power those hands hold, and every time he watches you ‘speak’ he finds himself mesmerized, eager to learn the words they form.

Studying you closely, Vergil recognizes some of the signs and mentally matches them to the meanings drawn on the pages of the ‘Sign Language’ book he has secretly stashed in his nightstand.

‘demon…sword…what?’

Those are the only three words he can decipher. He glances at your face, searching for more clues. Your brows are furrowed and eyes questioning as you regard Nicoletta. The craftswoman smiles a toothy grin.

“Don’t you go on giving me grief now, it’s a brilliant idea and you know it!”

You huff, hands resting on your hips as Nicoletta dives headfirst into her explanation. Vergil’s gaze returns to his book before either of you catch him eavesdropping.

‘Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour’

Your phantom warmth still tingles in his left hand. Vergil frowns, subtly flexing the fingers resting on his thigh. He tries to focus on the next verse, but the words may as well be illegibly splattered on the page.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

‘Infinity in the palm of your hand’

Your hand…

He desperately wants to hold your hand again.

Vergil’s brows furrow as frustration builds and burns, piping hot on his tongue. He’s been trying to focus on just about anything other than you since this morning. Unfortunately, given the proximity you all suffered sheltering under the roof of Devil May Cry, this proved to be an impossible feat.

Despite his best efforts, every other second Vergil’s thoughts swim and tread through the waters of distraction as he replays that moment from this morning over and over again.

He had just returned from a mission when he ran into you and Kyrie a few blocks away from the Devil May Cry shop. Vergil acknowledged you both with a silent nod and was about to pass you by without so much as a single word, when you’d stopped him in his tracks.

“Where did you go?” Kyrie translated your signs. 

Mildly irritated at having to rely on his son’s fiance to understand your words, Vergil responded.

“It’s none of your concern.”

He hadn’t meant for his words to sound cold, but certain habits had proved difficult for Vergil to break. Like usual however, you were completely unperturbed by Vergil’s prickly demeanor. Instead of sneering or shying away, you smiled and reached into your pocket for the notepad and pen that you usually carried on your person. 

Vergil watched, silent and intrigued as you scribbled away for a few moments. Then, you ripped off the piece of paper, folded it, and closed the distance between the two of you.

The shock that had coursed through Vergil’s system when your right hand slipped into his nearly left him breathless. It was a touch that was so gentle and so warm, that it almost felt painful.

When was the last time he had been touched like this, so gently and without violence? Then again, when was the last time he’d even permitted such a thing?

A flash of a childhood memory long thought forgotten flashed through Vergil’s mind, and it was then that he realized with astounding clarity that it had been tragically, far, far too long.

You’d left him there in stunned silence, the heat left by your fingers like thorns in his hands. Piercing.

It took a moment for the half demon to collect himself. Once he managed to clear his mind, Vergil opened the private note you’d left in his palm. 

It read,

I’m glad you’re back.

“ ‘It won’t work’ ” my ass! You’ll see, I’ll cook something up that will make Red Queen look like a toothpick.” Nicoletta boasts, pulling Vergil from his memory. 

Impulsively, Vergil’s eyes trail along the folded piece of paper sitting between the pages of his book—his secret little memento–before glancing up at the two of you.

‘Bullshit.’

Vergil recognizes the sign immediately. It’s one you are quite fond of it seems.

Nicoletta rolls her eyes playfully at your response, the grin on her face a clear indicator that she is quite fond of your quips.

“Says you!” Nicoletta flicks some of the ash from her lit cigarette onto your boot. The silent sigh you exhale is visible to Vergil even from a distance. He watches as you shake your head before brushing the ash off your boot.

“Let’s see you call ‘bullshit’ after you see my next work of art. You’ll be eatin’ your words!”

Your hands rise into the air and Vergil feels another pang of perplexing longing wash over him. He’s itching to experience that softness on his skin again. 

What would it feel like to have your fingers entwined with his? Would he hate or love the sensation of leading you by the hand to a quiet place just for the two of you? How would it feel to have you lead him?

But before he can truly digest these new thoughts and feelings, the couch cushions abruptly sink beside him. Vergil turns his attention to his left and Dante’s shit eating grin is the unfortunate sight that greets him.

“Think a book will hide you?” Dante teases. “You couldn’t be more obvious, dear brother.”

dividers by @/saradika

The poem quoted in this fic is Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

#vergil #vergil sparda #vergil dmc5 #dmc5 vergil #dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc vergil #vergil x reader #vergil x you #x reader #jellywrites

[wolfscarr]

Nightcrawler and Silver Sable romance. Great potential!

So I tend to not really talk a whole lot about comics, even though I do read them. But recently I've taken notice that one of my favorite Marvel characters(and superheroes in general) and one of my Top 2 X-Men(the other being Cyclops), had his own mini solo with being Spider-Man!

But of course I'm not exactly here to talk about that, it was sort of interesting in that aspect, Kurt being part of the Spiders, though I knew it wasn't going to last. Still for what that was, I found it interesting for him...but let's get into the actual topic here.

So during this time, Nightcrawler(Kurt Wagner) gets involved with Silver Sable(Silvija Sablinova) of Wild Pack(and Silver Sable International). It first comes across as her hunting him for Orchis, though it quickly soon devolves into a more...intimate affair.

Kurt got that blue furry demon elf charm it seems. Along with(according to Silvija) a perfect neck and a remarkable tail.

Now as this short series goes on, before anyone knows it, the two actually become invested in one another and fall in love, to the point where Sable pretty much betrays the Orchis to save Nightcrawler's life.

Ok so I get where people are coming on at this, that this 'relationship' seems extremely rushed, which sure I'll agree that it does appear that way. Honestly this really should have been more than just a 5 issue series, to really flesh out everything, that I can agree with everyone on. Though I feel as if people miss, that time that we don't see between Nightcrawler and Sable, does clearly seem to pass given dialogue between them.

Now sure this isn't exactly the best way to do things, but it clearly had to be done given that the series was only 5 issues. However....with what we got folks? I think there's some great potential between Kurt and Silvija, the way he broke down infront of her and she comforting him really told a whole lot.

This scene right here to me says a whole lot. This right here, cemented for me that Kurt and Silvija can be something when they are actually in a series that isn't some simple 5 shot mini.

The two of them have potential as a couple, there obviously needs to be more conversation/interaction with them more, but it's there. I'm hoping that whoever writes for Kurt or Silvija next just...doesn't forget about this, because not only does Kurt deserve someone....like with all the shit he's been through...he does deserve love.

But given that Silvija isn't a mutant and Kurt is, I feel like this would be an interesting opportunity to explore....like how humans would react to one of their own dating a mutant and vice versa with mutants reacting to one of their own dating a human.

Kurt has always been one of my most favorite characters and it's honestly because....he does his best to not let anyone or let anything bring him down, he's always doing his best for others, it's not really for himself but for those around him.

But honestly, I feel like he's long overdue for a partner in his love life, like he actually deserves someone and I feel like Silvija could be that for him. Of course...given how things go with the X-Men(and honestly comics in general), this relationship probably won't last and honestly...I find that extremely upsetting, why is it that writers can't just let characters have a romantic partner?

I'm absolutely sick of characters breaking things off(sometimes for the dumbest reasons) just to create 'drama', then they get into another relationship and the cycle starts all over again. LET THEM BE HAPPY, there's other ways to write characters than doing this.

....But yeah, I kinda want more Kurt X Silvija in the future, they have a whole lot of potential together.

I mean just look at em!

#marvel comics #Marvel #Nightcrawler #Silver Sable #Kurt Wagner #silvija sablinova #Kurt x Silvija #Nightcrawler X Silver Sable #Let Kurt be happy #He's been through so much #uncanny spider man #spiderman #spider man #x men #x men comics #Kurt Wagner X Silvija Sablinova

[chaoticgoodthief]

Slay The Princess Ramble

Ok I have been having Thoughts about the Voice of the Contrarian and am not afraid to share them. Will start under read more link because this might get a little long.

Ok, one of the Main Things about the Contrarian is that he doesn't follow the narrative, and I accept this, but I cannot emphasize enough just how Different he is from the other voices.

Ok, let's start at the tip of the iceberg here. Change. Born as counterparts to the Shifting Mound's Princesses, it makes sense that the Voices remain static in their personalities. Broken is submissive. Cold is apathetic. Hunted is animalistic. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But Contrarian actually changes over the course of The Stranger path. He sees what he's done to the Princess, recognises that it has hurt her, and just ... drops the jester act immediately. The only other Voice that really changes at all is Hero, and that's because he's literally always by your side. And that's not even getting to how you find him Strange Beginnings.

Strange Beginnings. Oh, do I have Feelings about this ending, but I'll focus on just the Contrarian (for now). Out of all the Voices, all the cabins, the Contrarian is the only Voice other than the Hero himself that can join you in the finale. Maybe it's because his change has made him closer to the Shifting Mound than any of the other potential voices. Maybe it's because inside of The Stranger's cabin was the first you saw, rather than the Princess'. Maybe it's something else altogether, I don't know. However, what I do know is that once again, he's changed. He's ... honestly more downtrodden than even the Moment of Clarity version of himself. Only making jokes when he notices Hero's concern, accepting the knife without a second thought, (even calling himself the worst part of the Long Quiet in the most recent update, I've heard). But that's still not the end of things.

I think what interests me the most about Contrarian, though, is his relationship with the princess. He. Does. Not. Have. One. She is a literal stranger to him. He is not the Stranger's true counterpart, not really. Nothing about him contradicts her, unlike how all the other Voices have been named after their actions relative to their Part I Princesses. Instead, he is the Contrarian because he contradicts the Narrator. I can not emphasise enough how wild that makes my brain go. Because it explains SO MUCH about why he's Different from the others. Long Quiet is a foil for the Shifting Mound, his Voices are foils for her Princesses. Everything about them is static, unchanging. Because they are a single being, spiralling further into itself with every decision you make, only ever changing if you refuse to follow the path set out for you. And then there's him, the reflection of an echo of a mortal. (If he was there in the Spectre route, would she see him as something Other as well, something that once belonged but has been fragmented off of its given path).

Gah I'm obsessed with him. I want to dissect him for science. I want to tear and rip and pull him apart until I can understand what mysteries still hide behind the facade he shows the world. What are you hiding, you smiling little freak of nature?

#incoherent rambling #rambles #voice of the contrarian #im so obsessed #someone get him out of my brain #no that's a lie i don't want him to leave #slay the princess

[ms--lobotomy]

So happy you all are liking my Mertarion fics! Here's your food for the day. [Previous] [Next]

Summary: You learn to care for the big funny mermaid in your pool.

Word Count: 1016

Content Warning: Mention of the United States, mentions of eating live fish, infodumping about a topic that i find very interesting,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

The supermarket was crowded this Sunday with a selection of well-dressed denizens of your city. It must be the after-church rush. You felt most underdressed for this trip to the store. The line for the checkout was long, and the man behind you sighed as he checked his phone. The music was blaring loud, and you could hear it through your headphones. The cashier raised an eyebrow at you as she slid the last tray of salmon across the scanner.

"Cookout," you said, taking one of your headphones off of your ear.

The cashier stuck out her lower lip and nodded, sticking the tray in the last of your reusable bags. "Have fun at your cookout," she said. You winced at the total in front of you as you put your card in the card reader. Groceries were expensive already without a giant merman in your pool. It chimed, and you took the card out.

"Have a nice day," said the cashier, and you exited the store and hurried to your car.

...

"You told me you like salmon?" you asked, your lower legs dangling in the cool water. "How do you even get salmon? There's no wild salmon in the state," you said, throwing a cut into the pool.

He took it, putting it in a death roll not unlike an alligator would its prey. His teeth were sharp, his pupils (from what you saw, at least) a straight line on his eye. He splashed saltwater everywhere. You squealed, throwing your forearms in front of your face through the worst of it.

"Mortarion, careful, your stitches..." you muttered before he soon stopped his activity.

"Force of habit..." he said after swallowing his first bite of salmon. He had the fillet in one hand and was grabbing at the deep blue tiles that lined your pool with the other. You noticed him running his fingers along them, and smiled slightly. He took another bite and swallowed. "I would much prefer live fish, but this will do."

You shuddered at the prospect of feeding a live fish to the merman in your pool. Where would you even get one? Typhus spent a lot of time at the beach and you would see him there when you went on your off days, but you weren't going to ask him anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Mortarion pulled himself out of the pool a little bit to look at you. "You do not eat live fish?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and his green eyes widened.

"Oh, absolutely not," you muttered, running a hand along your other forearm.

"Oh," he said, genuinely taken aback. "You are a strange one, for sure."

"It's my entire species, actually..." you trailed off. "Unless, you're kind of weird, I guess? I mean, there's weirdos online who eat raw meat but I doubt they'd eat--"

"None of you eat live fish?" he asks after swallowing another bite of fish.

"No... sorry."

He looked at you incredulously. He moved his hand along the side of the pool, towards your dangling leg. He brushed his finger against its side, and you felt your heart beating in your chest much more palpable than normal. As you inhaled sharply, he retracted his hand, looking away briefly. Blood rushed to your face and you looked towards your plants.

The two of you sat in awkward silence for a moment as he finished his salmon before you caught sight of two orange butterflies in your yard. They flew around each other, tumbling through the air before one of them stopped at the passion vine that adorned the trellis and the other flitted around it.

"Oh!" you shouted, eager to fill the void with light conversation. You pointed at the two little beings by the plant. "Look! Butterflies!"

Mortarion's eyes shot towards your little friends. "That's what they look like," he remarked. "I did not expect their wings to be so... extravagant."

"Oh, I think I forgot to mention that," you said, your face going warm again. "Well, that's a Gulf Fritillary. Some people call it the Passion Butterfly, but my mom always called it the first one. Oh, oh! Can you see the iridescent spots on them? They're a little far..."

He nodded. "They have little black borders around them."

"Oh, you can see those?" you asked, your eyes going wide. "I can only see them when they're really close." You let out a slight chuckle before looking down at him. He was awestruck, to say the least. His eyes were trained on the small bugs. His tail swished in the pool, and the rest of him was as still as a statue.

"I have never seen creatures such as these," he remarked after a little while.

"Well, there's plenty of them to see here, especially this time of year," I said. "You see that plant over there? That's a passion vine, it's a host plant for more than one species of butterfly. The Zebra Longwing actually competes with the Gulf Fritillary for this plant!" The butterflies had been moving along the plant, trailing lower and lower.

Mortarion's eyes were still trained on them. "What's the Zebra Longwing like?" he asked.

"Slightly smaller," you said, shifting slightly at the poolside. Your leg brushed against his hand again. Your eyes widened and you tensed up. He turned around to look at you, and you relaxed. He wasn't here to hurt you.

"Is... is that okay?" he asked, his voice low yet raspy.

You nodded, slowly at first before your movement became more vigorous. "It is," you said, lowering your hand to touch his. His eyes widened before he looked up at you.

"Care to join me in the pool?" he asked. He shut his eyes before opening them, looking around almost in terror.

You looked down at your outfit. Shorts that were neither too long nor too short, and a white tank top with a red design stenciled into it. You got up, and he retracted his hand, still staring at you.

"I would love to," you said. "Just let me get changed real quick."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

#with tags like these i feel like ao3 would recieve me well #i do like tumblr though #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #mermay #mermay 2024 #mortarion #mortarion x reader #reader insert

[avantgardechild]

I love the journey Gorgug has gone on during junior year because two years ago I played in a campaign that was set in Elmville at a community college for failed adventurers. My character, Solei, was a wild magic sorcerer who multi-classed into artificer and she was very Seamus Finnigan coded where her wild magic surges worked like Pete's in USC and she had to roll on both artificer spells/actions and sorcerer spells, so her gadgets were always blowing up or not working quite right.

Ofc, this was pre-junior year but now I can't stop thinking about how the MCAT works and the fact that we were meant to only be a bit older than the BKs, so theoretically, Solei could have gone through similar struggles as Gorgug but instead of Porter being a dick to her it was Jace. Jace who often brings up the fact that his classes are so chill because his students are all innately magical. I'm really interested in seeing how he plays into the whole Ankarna plot (I personally think he and Porter are getting their kisses in) as this would make me rethink/further develop how/why Solei got booted from Aguefort. Her original backstory was that she was booted because she almost caused their Sophomore year quest to fail and so took the blame for all that went awry and was expelled while her party was allowed to continue at Aguefort on probation. (Ofc this doesn't really make a ton of sense with how Aguefort runs but who cares).

Anyway, I just love the idea of Solei being at the community college, hearing about the Bad Kids, and hearing about their Barbarian who proved that you can successfully meld classes that others think are incompatible. Below is a headshot I drew of her and a mini I made on heroforge

She's just an absolute eyesore to look at and is usually covered in some kind of colourful magical ash/residue.

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high oc #dimension 20 #gorgug thistlespring #my post #my art

[thekatebridgerton]

Today on another episode of stories I'm too sleep deprived to write: Jekyll and Hyde Bridgerton boys au

Since the Bridgerton boys tend to get so bipolar around their love interest, what if it was actually a day/night curse that only true love can... blend in.

Take Anthony, Benedict and Colin, respectable gentlemen by day, rakes by night.

During daylight, Anthony is respectfully courting Edwina and trading barbs with Kate, but during any night time ball he's cornering Kate in dark libraries and whispering sensually in her ear about all the things he wants to do to her. Kate finds him distasteful at first, easily cluing in that during daylight hours, Anthony is too rational to attempt to seduce her, and running away from him during night time balls, but his changes in mood are getting out of hand, she's taken to staying at home for the past number of balls and Edwina swears that Viscount Bridgerton is beginning to scare her. The less of Kate he sees at night, the more his ungentleman side wants to have her. And Kate is running out of options to avoid him, she's falling for him and if she doesn't do something drastic she's going to end up ruined, or worse, married to the insufferable man, so in a last ditch attempt to save herself she's just announced she's going to India... Now Anthony's unrestrained side has started blending in with his good one in an attempt to stop Kate from leaving him and it's not good, not good at all

Benedict thought he was spared the most unsavory sides of the curse, some night time debauchery here and there was a small price to pay for keeping his reputation as the ton's darling. That until he met the lady in silver, and for the first time the wild side of the curse got out of control. The one that got away drove his nocturnal self mad with want. For 2 years he fought against it only for Sophie Beckett to bring it out of him more strongly than before. Sophie Beckett isn't scared of anything, she should be scared of Benedict, who gets her a job in the morning, then demands she be his mistress at night. But she's figured that even at his worst she can push him back and he won't hurt her. Sure he's determined to help her establish herself independently during daylight and demands she depend only on him during his nighttime adventures, but Sophie is strong, she's dealt with worse. At least until gentlemen daylight Benedict starts seducing her in a very rakish way. And wild untamed nighttime Benedict starts romancing her like a gentleman in love

Colin... Well Colin has always known he's cursed. He learned to work around it, keeping his darker nature under control with decadent food and debauched travels and the occasional gambling. Until Penelope Featherington asked his nighttime self for a kiss and got in the way of his neatly laid plans. Penelope is clever, too clever, his daylight self might hate her, but oh his nighttime self can't live without her and she thrives on it. Truly it irks Colin to know that she prefers him at his worst during the night and rejects his at his best during daylight. She with her lady Whistledown secrets, smiling as she indulges his every hungry whim during secret nighttime meetings and then pretends the man she's taken for lover is not Colin Bridgerton. If she didn't frustrate him so, he might think himself inlove with her. Penelope Featherington knows Colin's secret, truthfully she doesn't mind if he knows hers, as lady Whistledown its only fair that he knows she can ruin his life if he dares to ruin hers. His nighttime self is fun, savage, and completely enamored with her body, nothing like daylight Colin. Penelope adores that side of him. Part of her doesn't even want to admit they're the same person because Daylight Colin is the popular charmer of the ton who can't even look her in the eye and calls her his dear friend. But nighttime Colin is hers and he doesn't demand anything out of her as her lover, truly its the best arrangement in the world... That is until an overprotective Colin Bridgerton ravishes her in a carriage and proposes marriage in front of all her family, all in the same morning. Could it be his two personalities are blending??

And Gregory Bridgerton, he's seventeen and afraid, very afraid about when he'll reach a point where his curse will be triggered and what that will mean for his best friend Lucy Abernathy. Because Greg knows he's going to respect Lucy till the day he dies, but he also knows he can't live without her and he can almost feel the want in his bones, how little it would take for his Lucy to be his undoing and the reason he needs to lock himself up at night... It's going to happen eventually but Gregory hopes it takes longer than a few years, for Lucy's sake and for his own.

#bridgerton #polin #kanthony #benophie #Bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #penelope fetherington #colin bridgerton #'magic' bipolar au #the girl Bridgertons lose rationality full time when meeting their true love and that's their curse

[of-pale]

Just some wild dmc scenario that struck-eth:

Vergil got behind the wheel of a car, with Nero occupying the passenger seat. Maybe they even steal the car—not so unlikely if the area is in utter chaos and demons are throwing a party everywhere. Vergil certainly didn't have many qualms about committing theft, while Nero reluctantly agreed to it. It was only when Vergil started the abandoned vehicle did a realisation strike Nero.

“Wait, you know how to drive, right?”

“Yes, I've driven a car before. I doubt they’ve changed too drastically over the years.” Vergil gripped the gear shifter and smacked it into reverse.

“Wait, wait, what's that supposed to mean? When's the last time you drove a car?”

Vergil hit the gas, backing up until they collided with a demon approaching the car from behind, the impact marked by a loud thud. The car shook as it went over its body. “Hmmmm, must be about twenty-six years, give or take.”

“And you didn't think I should be the one behind the wheel? That driver's license is waaay past its expiry.”

Vergil cracked a small smile as if he'd been told a great joke. “That assumes I had one to start with.” He harshly shifted the gears again and stomped on the gas, sending the car screeching forward. “I don't think I was old enough to obtain one even if such an option interested me.”

Vergil took a sharp turn, drifting into an alleyway and forcing the side of the car’s boot to smack into more demons. Meanwhile, Nero clung on for dear life to his seat and the dashboard to avoid bouncing his head off the side. With each passing moment, he began to grasp the gravity of his grave mistake.

Nero learned the hard way that there, in fact, did exist an even bigger menace on the road than Nico. Vergil drove like an absolute lunatic when given the chance: taking corners at the last possible second, playing bloody ping pong with every demon he could possibly hit, and drove at the highest speed the situation allowed him to get away with. To say there were many narrow misses during the wild ride would be an understatement.

Also Vergil, probably:

#dmc #devil may cry #devil may shitpost #an unlikely as all hell scenario #Vergil would probably learn to double jump properly without 'trick-up' before this happens #but the thought of Vergil driving like a lunatic cracked me up #the idea hit me with an epic drift #the wonders of making gifs in photoshop

[vidavalor]

Do you have anything about all the birds in Good Omens? I'm particularly interested in the fact that Maggie has parrots on her cardigan, and they're known to mimic people... But all birds would be welcome too

Hiya @havemyheartaziraphale! How's it going, dear? Thanks for the ask. 💕 Skinny lattes and eccles cakes are available to go with your Maggie-related post. One meta about what I think Maggie and parrots have to do with Job, crows, pearls, toxic self-talk, and Nina Simone beneath the cut.

In order to talk about the parrots on Maggie's sweater, I think we first have to talk about the crows in the Job minisode and what the deal with the many birds on GO is in general. In S1, we are given a scene in which we learn that Crowley has changed his name from "Crawley" to "Crowley" and that doing so is a rejection of the "bit too squirming-at-your-feet-ish" snake-like name he had. We can see that he now appears to have swapped out snakes for that of a crow but we don't really know why. We know that this means something to Aziraphale when he learns of it in S1 but it's not until S2 that we get the Job minisode telling us the story. After, we can see more layers to the symbolism of birds in GO. When Crowley is tasked with killing the goats, he wants to save them, instead. The way he does so is to change their outward appearance to that of crows-- because the crows are not endangered by Heaven and Hell... because they're crows. Because they're birds.

Ironically, the same living things that angels and demons are like are the living things that, on Earth, are not usually seen as possessions of any one person because they live wild and free. Crowley can save the goats by turning them into crows because even Heaven doesn't see crows as possessions of Job.

In the eyes of Heaven, all of these things belonged to Job-- he owned them. They were his possessions, the way that the coffee cup I'm sipping from while typing this is my possession. Aziraphale correctly objected to Job's children listed alongside his farm and his animals-- and I'm sure he didn't view them as Job's possessions-- but his objection to Heaven was over a sense not wanting to murder children. While that is obviously a good thing, at no point is Aziraphale arguing the point that none of the living creatures on this list actually belong to Job in the first place. To argue this to Heaven would have been a bit fruitless at the time but I'm just pointing out the differences in approach here to this problem between Aziraphale and Crowley.

Crowley-- through unfortunate personal experience-- knows what it's like to be a living being whom another views as a possession and so it's him who finds the loophole. He can save the goats if the goats don't look like goats or anything else that anyone considers Job's possessions. What can't be killed because they don't belong to Job? Birds. The crows that belong to the sky. They fly free. In the end, Crowley takes Job's house (which can be rebuilt and is inanimate) and he drinks Job's wine (the Earth produces more) and the already-dead ox was Aziraphale's dinner (and the inspiration to save Job's kids the next day via the ox ribs). That's it.

The moment that Aziraphale learned how Crowley saved the goats by masking them as crows is also the beginning of the two of them developing a hidden way of communicating with one another-- a coded birdsong that they make reference to in connection with another kind of bird... nightingales. Demons are traditionally aligned with goats so Crowley changing his name and telling Aziraphale that he's taken on this name that only the two of them understand is showing that Crowley sees this metaphor himself very clearly and that he views himself as a free-flying crow, even if he has to pretend to be a demonic goat of Satan. He belongs to himself but he chooses to share that self with Aziraphale, who is the only other person who knows what his name truly means and who he really is.

The ironic thing about all of this is that angels and demons are basically already bird-humans in how they present, right? They can shapeshift to whatever they wish to be but when we see them, they are, by and large, in a human-like form and/or with wings and the ability to fly. So there's an irony to birds then representing freedom because, as we have seen, the angels and demons are as trapped as their human parallels can be at times-- in toxic relationships, with themselves and/or with others, and looking for the same peace found in kindness and love.

Maggie and Nina are both blended parallels of Crowley and Aziraphale. They each represent different aspects of Crowley and Aziraphale's stories. Their costumes blend colors and symbolic stuff related to both characters at once and it's not just the parrots worth a look in Maggie's first outfit in S2:

While Maggie resembles Aziraphale a bit and wears his blue and white colors, she also has a red head wrap on that bumps up in the middle (and she has an orange one that does the same thing in her scenes with Aziraphale early on, when she's also in a Crowley-and-Aziraphale-blended orange tartan shirt). It's a nod to Crowley's red hair and perpetual pompadour. Her blouse also ties in a ribbon that hangs down and matches in color and shape to the snakes on her sweater, echoing serpent Crowley and his ties.

(We aren't focusing on her outfits in this meta b/c you asked about Maggie but look at Nina in the same scene in the above gif-- her cardigan is yellow, brown, red, pink and black. Nina's sweaters all season long are if you threw all the Ineffable Husbands' colors onto the same garment.)

If you notice, the parrots on Maggie's sweater are upside down and their tails are actually right-side-up hissing snakes. Overlaid between them and connecting them are daisies, which is actually an wordplay thing related to the etymology of Maggie's name. Maggie comes from Margaret, which means "pearl", as it comes from the Latin word for what we today refer to as "pearl", which is margarita. The daisy's formal name is "F. Marguerite" and is named as such because of daisies being seen as "the pearls of flowers."

Almost all of the possible nicknames or variants for Margaret/Marguerite/Margarita are also featured in Good Omens at different times to date, with the exception so far of "Rita." [Though they have cast Harry Potter's Rita Skeeter lol but that doesn't count.] Maggie uses the most common one as her first name. "Daisy" is also sometimes a nickname for Margaret, in keeping with the etymology I mentioned above. Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt's first name is a nickname for Margareta; the French restaurant on Whickber Street is named Marguerite's. Aziraphale's magic words, one level of which is with relation to his and Crowley's relationship, also has a sly use of another, common nickname for Margaret, with an oyster-ish connotation, among other things:

"Bananafish, gorilla, shoelace, with a dash of nutmeg."

A pearl is a gem produced by the combination of outside matter mixing into the nacre within a closed shell of a mollusk or other bivalve, especially that of the oyster. Oysters, of course, have relevance to Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, as they are the focal point of their conversation in Rome, which is pretty heavily suggested (in that scene and others) to be when they started sleeping together.

Maggie is also seen wearing her namesake pearls during The Ball and into the Final 15, when Aziraphale puts her in what appears to be a pearl-buttoned (and maybe pearl-trimmed) blouse. She is memorably wearing that when some other visual wordplay comes into being-- when she becomes a bird (in the sense of slang for English woman) who gives Shax "the bird":

Maggie's other sweater, worn after the parrot/daisy/snakes and during her Crowley-arranged kinda-Vavoom, is mustard in color and features two women and music notes in the same, dual positions of the parrot/daisy/snakes on her first sweater. It draws a comparison between being a bird in the human sense-- a woman, a person-- and being a bird and a snake and a daisy and a pearl... it's a nod, imo, to GO's comparison of other living things that exist in nature to the experiences of the human and human-like characters in a way that a certain Nina Simone song does to beautiful effect, as we'll look at in a second.

Parrots are among the world's most caged birds, though. They're fascinating and kind of eerie because, as you pointed out in your Ask, they have the ability to mimic people. (So can some crows, btw.) Parrots are unique among birds because they actually lack the ability to distinguish between birds and other living creatures. Most birds know the bird songs of their kinds and sing them to one another. Parrots, crows, mynah birds and a couple of others are capable of learning to imitate it and the reason why they do is as a survival imperative.

In the wild, birds like parrots flock together and trade off responsibilities. Sometimes, they're looking for food; sometimes, they're safe-guarding the flock. It's impossible for one parrot to survive on their own so they use their vocal skills to fit in with the flock. This is why parrots are chatty and why they'll try to imitate the words of people in a household (and just any sounds around them) if they're kept as a pet-- they're trying to fit in to survive. They just don't see any difference between other parrots and other beings, including humans-- it's just all the same flock.

Sound like a certain lovely record shop owner we know?

One of S2's biggest surprises is that when the events of The Meeting Ball reveal to Maggie and Nina that Crowley and Aziraphale are not technically human, Maggie takes it surprisingly well. (Nina, out of fucks to give about anything and deciding to throw her lot in with Maggie, is also game once she decides to stay and join this weird af family.) The reason why Maggie doesn't care what species, exactly, Aziraphale is is because she already knows what's in his heart.

He's always been good to her. He's like her family. He's a kind person and her friend and he's in trouble. Maggie does for Aziraphale what he's always done for her-- try to make him feel like he's not alone. Whoever the people are at the door are, Maggie is willing to help and, for the first time in the series-- because of Maggie-- we have the supernatural and the human beings teaming up. It's her and Nina and Gabriel that are protecting the upstairs private residence of the bookshop and keeping the demons from getting in there. They stand up for Aziraphale and they do so because of Maggie's decision that they should. She parrots the kindness that Aziraphale taught her and accepts him and his partner and his weird angel brother lol as all part of the same flock with no second thought because she's lovely like that.

Parrots, though, are some of the most caged and tormented birds in the world. Maggie's negative self-talk and her unfortunate circumstances at the start of S2 are leading her down a dark path when we first meet her. She says she didn't go to parties-- she wasn't "that kind of teenager"-- implying that she had a hard time growing up and a probable history of being bullied. We never meet any other family that she may have or have had and she goes to Aziraphale for personal advice, implying that she might have a difficult family situation as well. Her business was struggling and she was depressed when we met her. When Shax begins to, well, parrot Maggie's inner thoughts aloud during The Meeting Ball, though, it's pretty horrifying. Maggie thinks herself "unloved and unlovable." She's so cruel to herself.

The self-image we're presented with that Maggie has for herself doesn't match at all what we've seen. The Maggie we've met is kind, gentle, honest and funny. She runs an insanely cute record shop. She's artsy and has a lot of style and great taste in old films and music. She's smart and she has a lot of love to give. Maggie isn't perfect. She's a little judgy (let Nina drink her wine in peace lol) and she gets in her own way when it comes to trying to connect with others sometimes. No one is flawless, though, and if those are someone's worst traits, then they're a really good person.

Maggie is a trapped parrot, though, at the start of the season. She is boxed into her life. The debt forgiveness from Aziraphale helps to set her free a bit and we can see the life she would like. Everyday, she looks across at freedom for her-- a romance with the owner of the American-themed coffee shop across the street. Symbolically, Maggie wants love and freedom-- from her own negative self-image and from what's keeping her feeling down about herself. Crowley and Aziraphale do actually help her with that-- they free her from debt and help her connect with Nina. (They might have actually overshot the mark a bit because she's so confident by 2.06 that she can't wait to give love life advice to *checks notes* a millenniums-old Cupid but that's another meta lol.)

Maggie brings Nina a Nina Simone record because they share a name but that's not entirely why. It's really because Nina Simone sings in "Feeling Good" of the whole world being a bold world and a new life of feeling good that Maggie desperately wants.

Like in "Feeling Good", Good Omens uses the other living things on Earth as metaphors for human experience-- which is also what the supernatural characters are. Birds can be caged but learn to-- and are meant to-- fly free and birds can be the humans or the supernatural creatures because, really, Maggie is correct-- they're all the same flock. Birds flyin' high/You know how I feel... fish in the sea/you know how I feel...

These creatures exist free in nature and know no emotional turmoil, just peace. They are free from inner turmoil and can just live and love and be in the moment-- what we're all searching for, really. Peaceful, precious, fragile existence, as Crowley put his life with Aziraphale, even if much got in the way of it in S2. S3 will hopefully see some of the fragility of it fall away for them. For Maggie, it's already begun to.

Sleep in peace when day is done/That's what I mean/And this whole world is a new world/Is a bold world/for me...

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens theory #maggie good omens #nina good omens #maggie and nina #ineffable wives

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - LDPDL smdh

My daughter Claudia is NOT. PLAYING. AROUND.

I had to giggle here, cuz it just reminded me of what she said in S1:

Claudia will drag Lestat AND Louis each and every chance she gets, bless! 😂

Aaaaaaaand the racists. 😒 Eat ALL of these mofos, YAAAAAS~!

I am SCREAMING at the cinematic poetry--Louis is talking about not burning Lestat, as Lou & Claud can't get warm enough at a fire where they're burning the dead Soviets they just ate.

While Claudia sits there giving Lou the cold shoulder & the silent treatment, icing him out so Louis only talks to himself--I HOLLERED.

My daughter KNOWS!!! DRAG HIM, CLAUDIA!! ^0^

But then I cried, cuz WAIT. If Louis is talking to himself, is this also factoring into why he's seeing DreamStat? Cuz Lou's also desperate for connection, which he can't get from Claudia anymore either! 😭

Louis said DreamStat "came by invitation," as a colorful & vibrant "distraction" (read: comfort) from the dull monochromatic grey Eastern European land. But Lestat is bloodsplattered & filthy just like everyone else.

The question of his guilty conscience: what does Lestat feel/think about Louis? And what is Louis projecting?

That's all Louis wants to hear--that Les misses him and forgives him.

"I'm glad it was you...a la fin." We still need confirmation that Lou slit Les's throat, not Claudia. Cuz this will also point to how much Lou is lying to himself about how betrayed Lestat really felt--that his death would be better by Lou's hands than Claudia's. Is Lou making himself feel better by giving Les the coup de gras, and thinking Les is grateful to him for it?

Cuz he's clearly scared to death that WHEN--not IF--they reunite, Les will be pissed and hate/kill him.

Cuz Lestat's love was what kept Louis alive--Lestat loving Louis saved/damned Louis' life. (The Merrick of it all, istg.)

So it's WILD that Louis thinks this. That the split second Louis finds happiness, the boogeyman Lestat will come and kill him, or take it from him--or just be there as a hallucination constantly reminding Louis of what he left behind.

As an aside:

It was a BAT--that's cute! XD

Louis in denial as he tells himself choosing Claudia over Lestat was worth it. And Dream!Stat chanting "I do" like frikkin wedding vows, then choking on the words/vows as a vampire bat claws out of his throat--I CANNOT with this show anymore.

This is interesting--the 7000 people he killed in Eastern Europe were a necessary evil--Lou calls them "souls," when Les called them "the Meat" and Claudia called them "Kill Juice." And in Paris he only kills once every other day. They ALL feel like murder to Louis. But Louis KNOWS he never killed Lestat!

He put Lestat in the dump the same way Grace put his name on that tombstone--it's the DISTANCE that's killing them.

It's separation & absence, which they HOPE will make the heart grow colder--when we all know that's not how the saying actually goes.

So who are you REALLY fooling, Louis? Cuz it for sure ain't Claudia!

She said "you slow us down!" 💀 But Louis warned you: "I can barely speak French and English. I'd just hold you back.... You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away." If only they'd've BOTH remembered that bit once they got to PARIS. 💀💀💀

This dude, I swear. No wonder he never joined the Theatre; he can't lie for ish! 😅

And I OOP! 👀

By the end of the episode we get Louis' BEAUTIFUL "You and Me" monologue to Claudia, and she finally accepts his apology and promise that he won't kill himself like Draciana did.

MERRICK COME THROUGH! 😭

Which nearly made me cry when you finally see DREAM!LESTAT SITTING RIGHT THERE. 😭 Who is Louis REALLY talking to!?

As he always does when in denial & running from his problems (all the way to effing Romania, ffs), alcoholic!Louis "runs to the bottle and to bad beds."

I REFUSE.

I CANNOT.

I SHAN'T.

Louis, if you don't stop right this moment ISTG! 😭😭

I love this effing show, omg what a great start to the season!

#louis de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du black #interview with the vampire #loustat #lestat de lioncourt #justice for claudia #must see tv #the hype is real #iwtv tvc metas #iwtv season 2 spoilers