#juuuuuust about anything

[ignitesthestxrs]

are you a kiwi? I'm american myself, but honestly feel like I haven't seen enough kiwis talk about the locked tomb (though i think im partly just missing most of the discourse anyway somehow??)..

if you ever feel like layin out some more thoughts ab tlt id love to read em! <3

i am a kiwi! there is a small but thriving kiwi sf/f community, but overall people are not...terribly online, or terribly into fiction lol. i definitely know there are kiwi fans of the series out there but in general i can imagine most of them simply not wanting to get into it. i don't really want to get into it! i just saw a reply on a post i reblogged and lost my mind about it for a couple of seconds.

as a pākehā/white kiwi i am like, both protective of these books, critical of them, and kind of ill-equipped to be the person criticising how māori characters and māoritanga/māori culture is depicted in them.

tamsyn muir is a pākehā author writing māori characters that she didn't initially identify as such getting like,,,increasingly more māori in depiction as the books go on and she learns more about the general consensus on how white people should write characters of colour. and those māori characters are involved in instituting, recreating, participating in a uh....very roman? sort of societal structure? and in the latest book there's this further māorification of Jod while also depicting him as a radical under fire from the government in a compound, and act which has both deep historical and very recent (2007!!)roots in aotearoa nz culture.

this māorification of gideon too with the prince kiriona stuff is also: something. what is it? i don't know. i don't think it's Cancellable Offense Bad, or even bad at all. but there's an overall freedom of mishmashing aspects of kiwi and māori culture into a broader sf/f context that muir has kind of taken it upon herself to perform, when ultimately it's not her who should have been the person who got to do it, you know? the structural racism of the global publishing industry means that a pākehā writer can step up onto that stage with an ease and popularity that a māori writer is going to have institutional difficulty accessing in the same way. do i think carl tor editor picks up these books if they're written by a brown author? idk man

and then on the flip side - this is a part of her lived experience too. as a pākehā writer, choosing to write, do you include your pākehā-ness? your kiwi-ness? choosing to do that, do you include your knowledge and understanding of te ao māori/the māori world? are you stealing or are you sharing? what is yours to share in the first place?

these are questions that i think every pākehā writer should ask themselves as they're writing and they're also questions that i don't think have a Correct Answer, or even an answer full stop. they're things that i think muir started asking around book 3 lol which is a very better late than never kind of thing, but it's also clear as the books go on that she's laying down her road as she runs on it, so to speak.

i think muir is Trying In Public, which is a deeply vulnerable thing to do, but also, she is right now a very popular pākehā writer introducing māori character and culture to a broader audience, many who have not encountered any of this before, in an environment where very few māori writers have an opportunity to do the same.

so when that broader american audience comes and picks up what muir has put down and then unthinkingly applies their own american cultural lens to what they have in their hands - it's weird, right? it's weird in ways that many (i generalise - not all, obviously, there are also many americans who do have global context) americans can't understand, because those americans don't live in a world where they are outsiders on the global stage. even americans who understand that the rest of the world is not america have not necessarily experienced that in a way that is intrinsic, intuitive.

the world is shaped by america, either by its presence or by its absence. so when a pākehā writer creates māori characters and uses te reo māori/the māori language in her work, which then gets read and used and consumed by an american audience as though it is a creation that belongs in their worldview - it becomes disconnected entirely from the source muir borrowed, or stole from, or grew up with. it forces the conversation into this place of whether or not the americans playing with this particular doll know what they're doing or where the doll came from or why it's a doll anyway, instead of like, why has muir made this doll and should she have and are there other people making dolls, or are other people making different things entirely.

links to some sf/f by māori writers:

THE DAWNHOUNDS by Sascha Stronach

LEGACY by Whiti Hereaka

WATCHED by Tihema Baker

PŪRAKAU, ed. Witi Ihimaera and Whiti Hereka

GUARDIAN MAIA

#this is a conversation i like #am not an expert on #and should not be responded to as though it's the gospel truth about how to consume gideon or tlt or any of muir's work #or any pakeha author at all #if you should take anything away from this as an american reader it's that the rest of the world has learned how to create content #that is juuuuuust close enough to america's exported culture #that american's don't get too weird about it when they encounter it #but there is always like #way fucking more roiling under the surface than you are going to be aware of as an outsider #and that as an act of curiosity and discover and learning about the world #it really behooves people to like #tug on that thread and see where it leads to #(institutional racism) #but you know #cultures that seem very similar because they are white dominated have many common themes #but very different histories and interactions and manifestations #don't assume that because a story is being told to you in words that you recognise that you are getting the whole picture

[tcba]

Happy schizophrenic boy saturday

#fun fact about this + baby time saga #For baby time saga whole I was drawing it I was listening to my friend in VC read me a splatterpunk horror story #That genuinely was some of the most stomach turning disturbing shit I ever heard [positive] #And for while I was drawing this piece (+ one other but thats spoilers) I was listening to various boy bands #tcba #this could be anything #tcbart #main 5 #lorenzo minch #blood #unreality #<- juuuuuust in case #since this piece is about. Lorenzo's uh. 'habits'. and also his schizophrenia.

[stressedandindistress]

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#personal #valorant rly grinds my gears sometimes #like most of the time it's the perfect mix of it's the same shit #but slightly different each game #and that scratches an itch in my brain juuuuuust right #but then #then you get the people #most are neutral some are incredibly nice #and others #others are quite literally some of the worst people to exist #like you'd rly bash someone for locking another agent before you?? #and don't say anything until the end and have the audacity to say don't ever lock them again?? #like babe first of all #that's cringe af #and second of all #some people like to lock them for fun/ they're learning the agent #don't be a fucking shithead about it #this is specifically about ascendants #it's almost always an ascendant or an underperforming dude #there's never any inbetween #asc has some of the worst people the egos are so big you can see them from space man #like in verrry average at the game #but at least I'm not a douche canoe ragging on other players for locking in an agent and doing the median #what a clown thing to do #rant

[eternalsa2z]

Savant 2 Fantasy Trophies

(This is a continuation of a previous post called Savant. Because what's better than one secret bimbo genius? Two of them...duh!)

I tried to be happy playing fantasy with my secret silly weapon. But somehow it didn't feel right. Maybe it was my competitive side. Maybe I felt I didn't deserve a bimbo savant like Kiki. Or maybe it was some secret curiosity about exactly how she thought about things. So I asked her to help me understand what goes on inside that bimbo brain of hers.

"Like...you sure you wanna learn from a ditzy doll like me?" she asked incredulously. Eyes wide. Shining with excitement. I nodded and she squealed and hugged me. "OMG yaaaaaay! I soooo wanted a fantasy friend. A bimbo bestie who just, like, gets me...ya know?"

So soon I was being coached by an absolute cutie. Trained to look, act, and talk like her. Because as Kiki says, "Like, to be good at fantasy you gotta BE a fantasy. Duh!" It didn't really make sense. But I'll admit that when we went to a Super Bowl party dressed up in identical outfits, I felt a connection. Even if I just had a breastplate and wig on...I couldn't help but smiling just a brightly as my bestie.

The training continued all summer. Kiki said I needed, like, a state of empty serenity. To clear my head of all my old thoughts. To just focus on picking out a cute outfit, like footballers select their cleats. Memorize how to get my makeup juuuuuust right, like a player putting on eyeblack. How to strut and sparkle and shine, just like a superstar fantasy stud. Or in my case...a superstar fantasy bimbo babe nicknamed Nally!

By the end of summer, things started to fit into place. Not just the thinkys. But, like, my body and stuff. Kiki was sooooo nice and saved some winnings from last year so I could get some lip filler, cute hair extensions, and real boobies!!! OMG we were, like, breasties now!

When draft time came and we showed up in these adorable 'lil outfits, it sooooo made sense. My costume was, like, my strategy! There was a cowboy hat cuz the Cowboys players were soooo sexy this year. Big high heels that were, like, hard to run in cuz running boys are less important to me. Oh and everything is red since, like, we watched that super good red team win the Superb Owl last year and they'll totes be hawt again!

I couldn't explain it. It was, like insti...instink...er, just felt right, ya know? Kiki was soooo supportive and even, like, finished my thoughts for me if I got too giggly or blank for too long. She's not just a great teacher...she's, like, a total awesum teammate to me. Oh and she even, like, started joking about 'Nally's Fantasy Lyfe' which turned into the cuuuutest team name for the year. NFL! Isn't Kiki is soooo clever?

By the end of the year, like, I was sooooo happy! Kiki and Nally, like, both won all our leagues. I was sooooo proud that I was a strong, independent bimbo who just needed another bimbo to show me what to do. I'm like a sav...savvy...er, secret smartie skirt just like Kiki now! Or at least a trophy doll just like my breastie.

Oh ya! Like, speaking of breasties, I'm suuuuuper proud of my boobies too! Kiki suggested I do 'TDs for titties' so like every time a player of mine scored, like, I'd add a CC of silly-cone too my chest. As you can see, like, I did GREAT this year. So great that Kiki and I both got all dolled up to celebrate!

We were also dressed all pretty and stuff cuz we went to a special Superb Owl party. Not to watch the game, of course. I can barely focus on anything but the short commercials anyways. But since, like, it was kinda boring to win soooo much, Kiki wanted to introduce us to another fantasy group. One filled with other fantasy bimbo smarties just like us!

The competition next year will be fierce but the prizes will be enorm...humung...er, like, as big as the fake titties the winner gets! Losing also isn't so bad. Like, you get to be 'lil lesbian pet of the winner alllll summer. A lit-er-all fantasy trophy IRL. Honestly, like, Nally is trying to find a way to trade all her best players to her breastie so they can be top and bottom. Like, being a bimbo doll is the least Nally can do to thank Kiki for, like, showing her how to be a fantasy savant too!

#bimboification #hypnosis #m2f transformation #sweet

[ticklishthoughts1]

Hyperfocus: Tummy

I smirk down at the little lee, straddling their waist with my knees, digging them in gently, but firmly, and sitting on my own legs, the weight effectively pinning them there. We lock eyes, and I can't help but let out a little giggle at the flustered whine they let out. God, they're just so CUTE when they're like this! Smiling at them in a silly, playful way, I begin wiggling my fingers, over their stomach, and slooooowly lowering them. They giggle softly, Whimpering out "Nooohohohooo" and sucking in the sensitive spot as much as they can. I let my fingers fall as they suck their tummy in, and juuuuuust when it's about to touch, I pull away, grinning slightly evilly. They pout, extremely giggly already, and whine out "Dohohohon't teeheaseee". Playfully pouting back at them, and mimmicking their expression, I say "Don't tease? I'm not teasing! You said no, and I listened! I love you, and no means no!~" Then, as if I had undergone a transformation, I lean in, grabbing their wrist, my voice becoming deeper, huskier, a bit smoother. "Now, If you ask me for tickles like a good little lee, ask me to provide the torturous, delightful sensation you crave so much, that would be an ENTIRELY different story~" My voice becomes softer still, and I giggle a bit more, before saying "So what'll it be Darling? Should I get off right now, and allow your adorable little lee mood to remain, or will you ask for what you want, so I can fufill that particular daydream?~". I tilt my head at them, watching with a satisfied smile as they squirm under me without me even doing anything....yet. I'm one to pay attention to things I like, and I certainly like their face, along with the rest of them, so much so I'm able to witness the battle between their brat side and their submissive side display across their face in a flurry of emotions, and I can tell what their answer will be before they even give it. Bingo. They Nod softly, and in a soft, vulnerable almost voice, they let out "P-please..." I nod happily, and lower my fingers once more. This time, the little guided missiles reach their target. I start off slow, as I always do, lazily tracing patterns along their belly, as if I was bored, and drawing doodles in math class. This is already enough to send them into light giggling, which is so fucking precious that I need to hear more, I need to hear more. I speed up, my hands becoming like claw machines trying in futility to grab at a prize, closing and opening and closing again. I place one "Claw" on each side of their tummy, steadily increasing speed, and going in the same, smooth voice as earlier "Tickle tickle tic-kle~ Kitchy kitchy coo!~ awwwwww, someone has a ticklish tummyyyyyy~". I add more pressure, digging in a bit with the claw machines now, and I can tell immedeately how much more it TICKLES them. They place their hands on top of mine, pushing down gently, but I ignore the resistance for now, and get an idea. I start to say "Squish!" in a baby voice, squeezing their belly every time I do. This is really fun, and they squeak the first couple times I do it, so I do it again...and again..and again. "Squish! Squish! Squish Squish Squish! Tickle tickle! Squish! Tickle tickle tickle! Squish! Tickletickletickletickletickletickle~ Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish!" Their laughter gets even louder at the combination of the tickles and the silly game, and they push on my hands a little harder. I decide to let them push my hands, stopping the grip, and spidering all over the lower tummy instead, scritch-scratching along the waistline and just under the navel. This Transition is both so flawlessly smooth and so unexpected that their laughter begins anew, as does my relentless teasing " What's wrong?~ Does it Tickle Here? Does it tickle right here? Right here? Riiiiighhhhhhtttt hereeeeee?~" (Cont in comments because it's too long T^T)

#sfw tickle community #tickle story #tummy tickles

[hypnobrainwasher]

just made this blog specially for edging can you give me instructions on how to start, and how to avoid 0rg4sms from happening?

Hello, Blog Specially For Edging! I wish there were more blogs specially for edging, but I digress. Edging is teasing yourself in essence, masturbation without release. You don't want the finale, the climax, so you stop juuuuuust short of it, over and over and over. If you know your body, you have an idea of when that orgasm is about to happen; if you don't know your body, now is a great time to start learning!

Set aside a bit of time for yourself to edge. Set an alarm. Don't count your edges: that requires thinking. Just edge until your alarm goes off. Then if you want to keep going (and you very likely might), you can.

You probably will orgasm accidentally at some point. It's going to happen. When it happens, just stop touching. We call that ruining an orgasm. Once it's calmed down, you can go back to edging.

Edging will have a cumulative effect on you. You'll be constantly wetter than you were. You'll feel more sexual need. Your mind will be fuzzy more and it'll be harder to think (which, I mean, you don't need that anyways, do you?). It may take some days to get to this point, or it might happen right away. Everyone is different. As a wise man once said, anything worth happening is worth waiting for, and this is worth happening.

See how long you can edge for, both in duration but also days at a time. Make it a goal to edge some each day. Good luck on your journey, and don't be afraid to keep in touch about keeping in touch!

Oh, and one last thing: the pros who edge do it with their mouth open and their tongue out, and their tits out. It helps a lot!

Good luck!

#edging slave #edging challenge #edgeing #edging kink #edging and denial #mind corruption #dumbification #bimbo doll #bimbofied #brainless #patriarchy kink #hbwanswers

[ponett]

I've been curious about Godot for awhile now, what resources have you been using to learn it? If you don't mind me asking!

I actually fell out of learning Godot really quickly when I started trying to learn it earlier this year, although this is more due to the timing and my own continued burnout than anything wrong with the engine. (I like what I've seen of Godot so far and need to get back to it.)

The main resources I was using were the official beginner tutorials on the Godot website and a handful of video tutorials by HeartBeast on YouTube. The problem, really, is that I jumped on shortly after the public release of Godot 4.0, and there was very little learning material available for Godot 4 at the time. There's TONS of stuff out there for Godot 3, but 4 seems to be juuuuuust different enough in terms of features and syntax that not all Godot 3 tutorials will work for Godot 4. I was also reluctant to roll back to the older version of the engine, even though the devs have been constantly reassuring people that Godot 3 is still viable, just because I didn't want to spend all that time learning a version of the engine that's already outdated. So my brain just kinda shut down in the face of having to make this decision and I put off actually learning Godot

Right now I guess I'm mainly waiting for GDQuest to put out the updated versions of their courses for Godot 4 - particularly "Learn to code from zero with Godot," which seems like exactly the in-depth introduction to designing things in Godot that I need as someone with very limited programming experience. But who knows when the hell that'll be done

In the meantime I did at least make this

#anon #ask

[detectivehole]

"cowboy soup" recipe i just made

invented by me fucking around in the kitchen. makes a few servings

ingredients (i'll put how much i used of each but just feel it with your heart ok? it's not strict)

potatoes (2)

onions (1)

corn (1 ear)

jalapeños (2)

medium-small sausages (4) (would probably be good with bacon?)

canned baked beans (1 can)

chicken stock (made mine with boullion)

garlic powder (whole lot)

paprika (whole lot)

tabasco sauce (whole lot)

whiskey (one spoonful)

cream/milk/half and half (just a bit)

butter (probably too much)

steps

dice vegetables to edible sizes

dice sausages to edible sizes

put in medium pot with however much butter and juuuuuust cover with chicken stock

boil till potato's soft and then boil a little longer

add can of baked beans

add your milk

add your whiskey

add your spices (tabasco included)

let it boil once more if it's not already, then remove from heat and serve

add shredded cheese and eat with some bread if you're feeling fancy about it. drank coffee with it idk if that adds anything to the experience. it's good soup 👍

notes: if you add whiskey do make sure it's only a little bit. i didn't add any extra salt because my broth was already super salty by default but you should add salt if yours isn't

#mine

[dxwnfxll]

Giving the chubby readers some stuff <333

Scp/Scp staff with a chubby s/o

Warnings: nsfw, smut, afab(assigned female at birth) reader at some parts

(Small note, updated Shaw to Ambrose. Ambrose is my ver of Bright/Shaw)

••Dr. Ambrose••

-I see Jack as the type of person to LUV chubby people, idk why but i can just imagine him squeezing your thighs as she holds you against her just praising your body

-she has a praising kink, she loves praising your body (especially if you have low self esteem). They'll probably fuck you in front of a mirror so that you can see your beauty

-he likes to touch you, very clingy person (especially since she's touch deprived) will sometimes jokingly say to 'crush him'

-will buy you clothes that hug your curves all right, dudes probably fucking drooling over how you look

-he loves laying his head on your lap while you play with her hair, it's a little thing they enjoy

-if anyone says shit about your weight well guess who's magically a D-class now?

••Dr. Clef••

-Clef is chubby himself so he's perfectly fine dating another chubby person

-similar to Jack he's secretly into body worshipping, whether it be his or yours.He's also into biting, a lil bdsm and sometimes degrading

-he loves to sneak up behind you and surprise you, he'll just do this randomly. Sometimes when you're getting dressed and sometimes when you're working

-in the sheets he's a rough guy, but he'll dial it back if it's too much. He wants to make sure you're comfy during intimate times

-if anyone says shit about you he solves it by making them..uncomfortable. Dude will just start making out with you in front of the dude.

-but that doesn't mean the person who was rude to you is getting off scott free, He's finding them and they're becoming another casualty

••Dr. Kondraki••

-Kondraki another chubby guy (who's pretty fucking tall to), he absolutely adores you but unlike Jack and Clef he's not all for PDA

-that doesn't mean he's embarrassed of you or anything, he just doesn't like people knowing who he folds. Oh yeah he folds you btw.

-in his office he'll keep you on his lap, no matter how much you complain that you're 'too big' or whatever he'll just ignore it and keep you there

-"Konny i'm too big to sit-" "no you're not, now stop squirming i'm trying to work."

-He's rough in bed and a total dom, he makes sure to always compliment your body during spicy time. Especially if you're insecure, he'll trail kisses from your lips down to your thighs

-he lets you borrow his clothes and if anyone says anything he just gives them *the look*

-if anyone says shit about your weight, they're on 682 duty while you're on a romantic date with Konny

••Dr. Talloran••

-Talloran doesn't mind if you're chubby, skinny or muscular. They're a 💫personality💫 type of person

-they'll hold your hand as you both walk down the hallway, or they'll wrap their arm around your shoulders

-very intimate with you but very vanilla spicy time, they will kiss up your arm tho like Gomez from the Aadams family

-if someone says anything about your weight Talloran will 'defend your honor' they'll just release all their pent up rage on the person

-then afterwards they'll grab your hand and pretty much drag you elsewhere to do something better, like a romantic date in the break room

••Draven Kondraki••

-Draven doesn't mind your weight and similar to Talloran he goes for anyone of any body type. He doesn't really have a preference.

-he likes to try and pick you up (and succeeding) carrying you around sometimes or just holding you in his arms

-similar to his dad he likes to have you in his lap, he'll straddle you holding your hips as you sit on his lap facing him while he makes out with you

-similar to Jack as well he likes buying you clothes that fit juuuuuust right. Especially tops, he loves seeing your breasts squished together for some reason. Actually he just likes your boobs in general.

-likes coming up behind you and holding you against him

-if anyone says shit to you he'll just give them a look, and if they're an MTF he'll some how make sure they have extra extra training

••Mikell Ambrose/05-6••

-Mikell I feel also prefers chubby people, but he also doesn't really have a preference? If that makes sense?

-he's a very horny man, dude wants to do just about anything and everything with you.

-eat food off you? Yep, body worshipping? Yep, make you thigh ride him? Yerp, start making out with you in the middle of the damn hallway where just about anyone could walk in? Yeah. He'll do it.

-likes to have you ride him during spicy time, he'll hold you there and guide you even while he comfortably lays back on the bed with his long hair all messy

-if anyone says shit to you well...they're gone. Simple, He's an 05 what he says goes and the other 05 don't really care if some JR researcher gets terminated.

••Sorry nothing here••

Yeah i removed Conner finally, i won't be writing for him anymore due to the drama that happened sorry y'all enjoy this capybara tho before continuing your reading

What a silly guy, anyways enjoy the rest!

••035••

-035 i feel also has no specific type, He's just a lil mask in need of love

-now at first he is kind of an ass to you, but then again he's an ass to everyone he meets. Usually always trying to manipulate them, but you were different he liked you liked how you looked

-he requests you daily and will pretty much throw a temper tantrum if you don't.

-he loves body praising, loves talking about how beautiful you are and often compares you to statues and works of arts that he's seen

-He's a very freaky and kinky person, whenever he has a host you can't keep him away from you

-loves leaving marks on you, lil burn marks from his corrosive since he can't really leave hickeys and stuff lol

-very possesive of you as well so if anyone says anything all of a sudden they're doing a 360 and treating you like damn royalty

-they also may end up as his new host lolol

••049••

-049 is a person who has no preference, so if he loves you he loves ya y'know?

-He's very delicate with you (and obviously if you're with him you have immunity to his touch) he'll hold you close and just hum, sometimes he'll randomly brush your hair as well (if you have hair that is)

-He's very romantic as well, like old timey romantic. So don't expect any 'freaky' stuff with him, he'll just enjoy a comfortable silence with you over how some others on this list spend time with ya

-when it comes to spicy time he likes to call it 'love making' and he makes sure he's gentle and loving during it.

-if anyone says anything about your weight they're gonna be his new 'test dummy', he doesn't take disrespect towards his "darling" at all.

••073••

-very tired man who just wants to love ya, he doesn't care for a persons body just how they are or what their personality is like

-very gentle and caring lover, likes to take his time with you if you catch my drift

-if you're insecure he simply won't understand in a sense? You're beautiful in his eyes so how on gods green earth can you dislike yourself?

-He's a very gentle and touchy lover during spicy time, very slow as well don't expect anything rough with him lolol

-if he has any kinks it's probably just body worshipping and being dom

-if anyone says anything about your weight he gets all flabbergasted like :o >:O

-"how dare you say that! Have you no manners and decency for those around you?"

-then he'll apologize to you and take you elsewhere

••Gerald••

-Gerald has the worst luck ever, so he's uh..kinda careful with you? Don't take that as an insult but literally anything and anyone can somehow cause him to break three ribs

-honestly though he doesn't seem to mind all to much when you sit on his lap and his leg cracks weirdly, he'll go through hell for you honestly (plus by this point he's used to the pain, He's more worried that YOU'LL get hurt if anything)

-He's very romantic during spicy time, and also very careful

-He's not all for being super romantic in public (cause he just feels something bad will happen) but he will hold your hand and lean against you randomly

-if anyone says shit about you his bad luck will probably just get them, but he definitely calls them an 'ass' and just walks off with you

••Iceberg••

-Iceberg is an asshole but when it comes to you he's got a soft spot, that doesn't mean he wasn't an asshole to you at first.

-he was very assholish to you at first and even picked on your weight a bit, but then he started seeing you as attractive and..yeahhhh he did a sort of 180? Like he was still an asshole but he stopped making fun of your weight

-and once you two became a thing he literally went rabid on anyone who did.

-He's rough and kinky with his sex, loves to bite you and have you thigh ride him. I can see him as a switch though so sometimes he'd love it if you took control..maybe even bite him a lil

-if anyone says shit about you he just calls them a bitch and walks off with you, He's not gonna get physical with someone unless they continue it

-he builds up your self esteem now feeling kinda bad for the days he bullied you.

••Glass••

-Glass is a very considerate and kind person, if you have low self esteem he's there for you 24/7 (or well when he's not working)

-He's always building you up and 'making' you love yourself

-if you have low self esteem he has some exercises to do with you, those being you standing in front of a mirror and telling yourself that you're beautiful while he has his arm around your shoulder.

-He's a very gentle and passionate lover, almost treats you like you're made of glass (haha get it?..i'm sorry) but sometimes he can get a lil 'crazy'

-he cab go from being a careful lover kissing up your arm to holding the small of your back with his arm around your neck as he hungrily kisses your lips.

-He's also similar to Jack in the whole fucking you in front of a mirror, he even calls it a 'self esteem exercise' plus he just really likes seeing his work if you catch my drift

-if anyone says something about you he will glare at them but will then immediately make sure you're okay

-"Dear are you okay? Don't listen to them, you're very beautiful.." "But.." "Shhhh, no no it's okay c'mon.."

Hope you enjoyed!!

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[mxtxfanatic]

I don’t think that Luo Binghe just hates himself enough that he’s willing to overlook Shen Qingqiu’s early abuse of him in svsss. On the contrary, I think that lbh’s willingness to see good in Shen Yuan’s sqq despite that early childhood abuse done by Shen Jiu (who we are never told he knows is separate from Shen Yuan’s sqq) is because 1) Shen Yuan transmigrated when lbh was juuuuuust young enough to still (at least partially) believe that it was his own actions that made people like or dislike him, so sqq’s sudden flip to treating him well validated his idea that doing well = being treated well, and 2) he, like everyone else, assumed it was sqq’s qi deviation that changed sqq’s personality, so why should he hold a grudge against someone who may not even remember their previous actions and shows no signs of returning to them, especially when he had not gone through the event that cemented his pidw version’s commitment to repaying harm with 100x worse harm?

But on that note, sqq then throwing him into the abyss in Shen Yuan’s timeline both 1) breaks lbh of his belief that doing well = being treated well by forcing him to contend with the idea that someone may hate him for who he is, regardless of his actions and 2) leads him to believe that he is the cause of sqq’s abuse of him, because why else would his otherwise loving shizun who used to abuse him but then suddenly stopped try to murder him out of nowhere after discovering that he is a demon but after telling him that demons are not inherently evil? Must be a him problem, right? (On the other hand, the abyss scene in pidw is what showed bingge the truth that sqq’s abuse of him was never justified or about anything lbh ever did/didn’t do).

#svsss #anyways i think shen yuan inadvertently gave bingmei self-hatred issues #along a vein that bingge was probably able to avoid #not to say he didn’t still have them but they had a different source #and would have presented differently from bingmei’s #human metas mxtx

[neoyi]

Sooooooo, obvious Pizza Tower spoilers for the final boss and stuff.

I finished Pizza Tower the other day. The game was already plenty good using anxiety and anger as a vehicle for Peppino's motivation and the situation he's been placed in. It's not just his animation, where left idle, he will nervously gesture (teeth-clattering, biting his hand, etc.); it's also the music which draws the line between smooth techno backdrops to FRANTIC FRANTIC FRANTIC, the fact that everything is literally out to get him, and the brilliant escape sequences per level that forces Peppino to haul ass or he'll DIE.

Normally, I can't stand games where you're forced to escape with a timer, but Pizza Tower feels so appropriate because it's suppose to be anxious and heart-pounding. It also helps that the game has such tight, well-defined controls. Peppino is fast, so you get a sense of speed that helps defy the clock when you're on the move, but he can also stop on a dime, so you never feel hindered from what could be a costly mistake if Peppino was a bit more loose. Not to mention the timer is often generous. Once I got a groove on the game's control schemes, the time you had to get the heck out felt marginal enough while juuuuuust a tad left over that it still left you feeling wrecked, but never frustrating.

All of this is a great, great tool to teach you for the upcoming final boss and oh my god, OH MY GOD, so rarely do I feel anything could get me pumped up as Pizza Tower does with Pizzaface.

The whole ass fight is a great demonstration of what happens when you push a man to his limits. We've seen Peppino mad, but never has he been filled with SO MUCH WRATH until now. By the time Pizzaface (quickly revealed to be Pizzahead) started bringing in the other bosses for a rush, it felt so justified when Peppino started SCREAMING with rage. He's had it, this is the fucking straw. This motherfucker and his minions had fucked with him for the

LAST. GODDAMN. TIME.

I tend to dread boss rushes (it depends), but Pizza Tower knows it. It knows because Peppino was also dreading it. No, none of this bullshit. No more. He's DONE. Other than each of the main four being truncated to a manageable level, Peppino straight up BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF THEM when he physically contacts them. FUCK THIS SHIT, FUCK EVERYTHING, he's probably thinking.

Then he proceeds to CREAM the fuck out of Pizzahead.

Pizzahead, who had the audacity to mess with his restaurant; Pizzahead, who sent wave after wave of enemies to stop this pissed off Italian; Pizzahead, who dares to put on a smile and pull off silly little pranks and other misfits during the boss fight because he's NOT taking Peppino seriously, a mistake he's paid for with several broken (cheese???) bones.

And a lot of this wouldn't have worked if the music didn't go hard. But they went hard. I'm gonna upload a Youtube link where someone compiled all three songs into one, because it just feels like the kind you have to listen to back-to-back.

This is like right up there with Final Fantasy VI's final bosses, where it had four major phases, each with their own songs, but you had to listen to all sixteen minutes of it because it just wouldn't feel right otherwise.

"Unexpectancy" is in the same boat.

The guitar riff, the rise in tension, the goddamn sampling of an old 1920s public domain song, "After You Get What You Want, You Don't Want It" by Van & Schenck (which seem appropriate given the lyrics talk about someone who can never be satisfied even after getting everything they want) - the whole ass thing is so. Damn. EPIC. And after the final fight, you have to get the hell out of the tower before it crumbles. Not just one level's worth, but the WHOLE ASS tower. Everything you've learned and hopefully mastered by this point will be tested as Peppino dashes like Sonic on drugs.

And it's so cool because you can pick up both your friends and the bosses (who, I guess, learned their lesson or something) to get the hell out (I guess the pig citizens are dead now cuz' they don't count.)

Like by the time you're outta there, you feel an IMMENSE sense of relief and satisfaction. Peppino won. YOU won. He can rest now and save his restaurant from debt (and maybe take his amlodipine while he's at it.)

Maybe because I'm so prone to anxiety myself, Pizza Tower - this silly little game - somehow ended up being not only relatable, but absolutely CATHARTIC.

It left me feeling so good by the time I finished. That a man like Peppino, where everything feels like it's out to get him (which, fair, they are), still decided that he's not going to put up with this bullshit, so he goes out and FIGHTS.

I don't think I have the strength to get all P-ranks in this game, but I'm so glad I played Pizza Tower. It was an incredibly fun, satisfying, validating experience.

#pizza tower #neoyi talks

[teaveetamer]

Raxxytaffy vehemently defends Vaush? whered you see that?

Defended previously, idk about now. So long ass time ago I got the sneaking suspicion that the dude might have been showing up to my Twitch streams. For reasons that should be fairly obvious, I did not want him at my Twitch streams. So I decided “you know what might be a good idea to track down his other social medias (mainly Twitch and YouTube) and just block him on everything preemptively”. Found his YouTube pretty easily and banned him from making comments on anything I upload, but couldn’t find his Twitch under his usual handles (and he uses the same handles for EVERYTHING so you know that was weird)

Figured I’d just do a quick scan of his Twitter to see if he’d ever linked it so I could block it, so did a quick search of username + twitch and found tweets of him talking about Vaush. Now at that point I was kind of aware of Vaush (didn’t like him because of his “ironic misogyny” shit but that’s about as deep as I went) and went “huh that’s interesting I’ll keep that in the back of my mind” and moved on. Didn’t find a twitch account so I assume he either doesn’t have one or it’s under a different name and I don’t really care enough to dig deeper.

So anyway a few months back I had an anon come to me after another dust up and ask me what I thought of Vaush, and they got really defensive of the guy when I said I didn’t like him. Went “Huh that’s weird, didn’t Raxy boy like Vaush?” And went back and did a sweep of his account for Vaush which contains the remnants of what looks like some really aggressive playing defense for Vaush in a few controversies including (IIRC) the thing with Professor Flowers and something with a trans woman (?)

Anyway the combo of the anon and me being like “wtf is going on in these tweets” (a lot of the threads had tweets deleted or accounts privated) encouraged me to do some more digging on Vaush, where I found the Poppy stuff, the Kat Blaque stuff, the ContraPoints stuff, the pro-CSEM stuff, the weird take about adults and children having positive sexual relationships, the “tactical N-word” shit, and probably more but honestly Vaush is such a detestable human being I can’t even anymore.

And I went.

Huh.

Guess I see where Raxy boy learned his bullying and “harass them into silence” tactics from.

And then I didn’t bring it up because it kind of felt like low hanging fruit to point out that the debatebro loser stalker learned it from watching another debatebro loser, but then he chose to intimate that Ezra is a pedophile juuuuuust as Vaush’s folder of loli and horse porn got leaked to the internet and all his pro-CSEM shit got dragged kicking and screaming back into the light. And you know. Seems kind of relevant that he’s willing to cry about someone he doesn’t like saying something not even remotely related to CSEM but he was a fan of a guy who ran defense for child predators for years. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[wyvernquill]

I only know about Anastasia through the wiki plot summary, but the parts you've posted so far of the Sandman Anastasia AU makes me excited to read more.

Read the part with the Hob and Dream interaction on the staircase and. The Angst. The potential future angst when Dream finds out what reward Hob actually asked for (assuming that's in line with the movie?) and he runs through this exact conversation in his head again! With those last words he spoke to Hob playing on repeat.

An evil part of me wants Hob to die in his efforts tying up loose ends (but succeeding) and for Dream to find out everything when it's too late to change anything. Maybe shortly after Hob's death. Or perhaps he isolates himself from the world and shows up at the inn 100 years later only to then find out the truth. Dream can never make amends and never gets closure. He settles further inside himself, putting up more walls between himself and the world. Or this is his tipping point.

Maybe Hob leaves behind a letter for him, apologizing to Dream asking not for his forgiveness but wishing him well and hoping that everything is good now that he's back to who he was. That he's happy.

Or, Hob does succeed and survive, and lives out his full life. But still dies before the 100th year meeting, that Dream shows up to.

Don't know the extent of Dream's power in the AU, if there's the Dreaming, if he can feel when a dreamer dies or not enter the Dreaming anymore. Bc in either scenario, what if he decides to never contact Hob again, but he feels Hob's death (bc he can't help but to keep tabs on Hob, despite everything), when, since Hob got his reward, !shouldn't! happen? And that's how he finds out.

BUT while that sounds tempting I'd really rather have the Angst train and the Happy Ending.

Thanks for reading my ramblings!

(Anastasia AU masterpost here!)

Thank YOU for sharing them, I enjoyed them very much! :3c

I'm very dedicated to happy endings, so don't worry, there'll be no great final tragedy... HOWEVER, I did feel tempted to write a sad little something, so I'll juuuuuust put that under the cut here....

(This is NOT CANON to the Anastasia AU - think of it as a hypothetical Bad Ending nightmare at most! Also, warning for major character death, of course.)

(I guess I'll still tag @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans and @sunshines-fabulous-legs even though it's not technically canon to the AU...)

A hundred years pass in a blink.

Dream is busy, oh yes, very busy indeed, gathering his surviving dreams and nightmares together, carving out a tiny, miserable approximation of what was once his realm to house them. The New Dreaming is not what it once was, but it is enough - and where it is not, he works harder.

(If he is busy, then there is no opportunity to think of a time where he was once humans, with human needs and wants and loves. He can banish those memories from his mind, push them under layers and layers of plans and tasks, and feel his heart grow only ever so slightly heavier with it.)

His siblings are as busy as him, all trying desperately to recover scraps of their former strength. Sometimes, he helps them if he can, other times he is simply there to lean on and to hold them if he can't.

In those hundred years, Destiny wept - once, only once, but that was already more than Dream should ever have thought possible - in front of him, Desire screamed and howled and heaped verbal abuse on him in their frustration far more frequently, and Delirium clung to him as her physical form wavered and scattered like iridescent oil on a puddle. She slipped through his arms whenever he tried to hold her in return, and that was, perhaps, the worst of it.

No word of Destruction, Despair quiet and reclusive... and Death oh so tired. The humans now walk to The Sunless Lands without her, often refuse her hand if she tries. Dream can tell how it breaks her heart, and how carefully she hides it for her siblings' comfort.

It's a difficult century for them all.

But some things get better.

They heal. They grow. They recover. Humanity loses grip of their hatred, forgets about what they once did to the Endless, or why. It will take many more centuries, perhaps millenia, to undo all the harm that has been done - but be undone it will, that much is clear even after just one hundred years.

They have hope, still and always; and they have each other, and the truly endless love they each feel for their siblings. Dream is no longer lost and alone in the cold and the snow, as he once was as Murphy. He belongs now, something he has always yearned for, and it is a precious thing indeed.

But still he-

Sometimes, he-

(Hob Gadling and his smiles, Hob Gadling and the warmth of his hands, Hob Gadling and his ever-laughing mouth.

Hob Gadling asking 'would you come' in a voice too small and afraid for him, and the tears in his eyes at Dream's response.

He remembers these, sometimes, and wishes he didn't.)

A hundred years have passed by, and something in Dream has... it has softened. Gentled. Murphy, that frightened, furious, heartbroken man, or what remains of him in Dream of the Endless - he has healed, too.

He is beginning to regret his harsh refusal, now.

Is beginning to miss Hob.

Is considering, perhaps, to forgive him, even.

(The Corinthian has never bothered Dream again, has never wreaked havoc among the humans. Hob has succeeded admirably in his task, it seems... and perhaps this is something Dream should have recalled, in his aching fury: people are almost always better than one thinks they are.)

The hundredth anniversary of their final meeting on the stairs draws near...

And on an impulse, on the centennial of that fateful day, Dream calls Matthew to him, and slips out of their safe haven in silence, telling none of his siblings where he is bound - though he suspects, from Destiny quietly watching him leave, that one at least knows.

He treads carefully in the Waking, in the human world, but few care to notice him. The Endless are a fairytale, a horror story. A hundred years have washed the truth out of the tale, and there is none of that sharp suspicion in the humans' eyes he recalls from his journey as Murphy.

He is in London in an instant, at the park where he used to feed the birds and steal purses from passersby. Down the street then, to the White Horse inn, and-

And-

The White Horse is gone.

A ruin stands in its place, closed down. The merciless grind of the gears of time have not spared it, clearly.

Dream is, briefly, at a loss. They have not specified another meeting place, and with his diminished powers it is... difficult, even for one such as him, to find a singular human - only more so if that human is immortal, and surely working hard to remain undetected. How will he-

"So you have come," says a voice behind him, and for a moment Dream's not-heart is beating in his throat, and he turns, relief sparking in his chest, the name Hob on his lips like a sigh...

"...sir," Gilbert finishes, standing there alone, and Dream's heart plummets again.

(Gilbert had taken his leave, after the whole affair, had begged permission to remain in the Waking - and Dream had granted it. Gilbert had been such a painful reminder of a time when he's been both at his most miserable and at his happiest, and sending him away had been... easier, then.)

"Fiddler's Green." Dream inclines his head. "My greetings."

"Gilbert. If it please your majesty." Gilbert corrects quietly. He looks sombre, and tired, a far cry from the curiosity and easy cheer of their journey oh-so-long ago. "May I beg a moment of your time?"

"...I was intending to meet..." Dream gestures vaguely to the White Horse, unable to say the words. Say the name. "Do you, perhaps, know..."

"Yes. Yes, sir. I know who you have come to meet." Gilbert blinks a few times, very quickly. Looks down at his hands followed over the tip of his cane. "Please, follow me. I know a place where we can sit and talk."

Dream hesitates, glancing back at the ruins of the inn - what if Hob should arrive in the meantime? - but then reminds himself how close Hob and Gilbert were, once upon a time. Gilbert would not lead him away if not for good reasons.

Quietly, nervously, he follows.

Gilbert brings him to another pub a few streets down, named The New Inn. A sweet, pleasant place, gentle and warm the way Fiddler's Green once used to be - he spends much time here, Dream can instantly tell.

(His eyes search each table for a familiar face. But he finds none.)

They sit, and Gilbert folds his hands, wrings them nervously, before finally pulling a well-aged envelope from his coat.

"This was given to me many years ago by... our mutual friend." He begins, haltingly. There is something achingly sad, something hushed, in the exhausted slump of his shoulders. "He begged a promise from me, that I would be here, on this day, every hundred years, and give it to you, my Lord, if you ever... he instructed me, in confidence, not to suspect you 'ere half a millennium has passed - you have rather defied his pessimistic expectations."

A smile, then... but tears, the dewdrops on flowers in the morning, gathering in the corners of Gilbert's eyes. Fear gripped Dream's heart, and would not release it.

"Dear Robert. And yet, he never doubted that you would, one day, appear. Such faith he had in you."

"Had?" Dream chokes around the word. On his shoulder, Matthew grows uneasy.

"Read the letter, my Lord." Gilbert's smile is gentle as well as sad, as he pushes the letter across the table. "And you shall know all he wanted you to know."

There is a name on the envelope, Dream of the Endless written in Hob's scrawl, still familiar after so many years - and then, (Murphy) underneath it.

Dream dreads what he will find in this letter - but he opens it with shaking fingers, and begins to read, nonetheless.

My Honoured Lord, Dream of the Endless etc. etc. (My dearest Murphy)

It is my fond and foolish hope that this letter finds you well, and that you have since grown to forgive poor, lowly Hob Gadling - who was ever your friend, if you can bring yourself to believe it. (Perhaps you cannot. I wouldn't blame you. But know that, from the moment I first saw you, I cared for you, and never wished you harm. Hate me for the deception, hate me for my greed - but do not think I did not truly love you. Because I did, Murphy, Dream, whichever name you now prefer. I did.) I've asked Gil to hand you this letter if you ever come to the White Horse. Please don't be cross with him, he fought me on this every step of the way, and even now I am not sure if I have sworn him to secrecy firmly enough. If he's blabbed to you, be happy, his loyalty to you has won out over my pleas, which I do not blame him for at all - and if he hasn't. Well. Thank him for me, will you? He's been a true friend to me, always, and I... appreciate his fealty. Now, the most important thing I have to tell you: I refused your sister's reward. Yes, I know. I'm a fool. After all I did for it, too. But you were right. I didn't deserve it, I was a greedy, manipulative bastard... ...and I was in love with you, of course, and couldn't bear the thought of spending an immortal life being hated by you. (Forgive her, too, for not telling you, please. All on my request, not her fault.) I don't know why exactly I refused, in the end. I was trying to prove something, maybe. To me, to you - it hardly matters. Not anymore, at least. I'm going to see if I can't give our pursuer hell, and that'll likely... not end well for me. But even if I am fortunate enough to survive that encounter, I doubt I'll live to the ripe old age of 130-something, so... I'm sorry I couldn't make our appointment, my friend, my love - and after I was the one to suggest it, too. Unfair of me, perhaps... but at least you'll have this letter, and all I wanted still to tell you. If I died, if I am dead now, you must know that I died happy. You are with your family again, you've returned to your true self, and I could help you achieve that. This time, I could help, and I'm so glad. I love you. Foolish, of a mortal, to love an Endless, but there it is. I loved you as Murphy, and I love you still as Dream, and I am happy to know the one I love safe and free and - I hope, I pray - content and living a life of joy. Be well, Dream of the Endless. Think of me, now and then, if you can bear it - and recall, perhaps, that even low and greedy humans may show themselves to be better than you'd think at first. I love you. Forgive me. And farewell forever. Yours, always, always yours, Hob Gadling

A wet splash as a tear drops onto the letter, old ink running slightly under it; and then another, before Gilbert's gentle hands pull the paper to safety.

Dream sits there for hours, crying like a child, like a human, mourning, regretting...

...and admitting, at last, that he loved Hob, and loves Hob still, even now, when it is far too late for love to change any of it.

He would turn back time if he could, beg his father on his knees for the chance to undo this - but he does not have power enough to even ask, and knows he will be denied either way. He has lost Hob; has lost him to anger and jilted feelings, to secrets and unspoken words. To the Corinthian's dagger, or the tooth of time.

He has lost Hob, and his heart with him.

Gilbert and Matthew bring him home, eventually. His siblings comfort him silently, aching in empathy of his grief.

A century has passed, and soon another will start, and pass, and be gone, over and over and over. Life is rich, and goes on forevermore... only without one never-truly-immortal in it.

And Dream will forever remember Hob Gadling, will think of him at every judgement he passes over a mortal life, at every burst of fury in his chest. Will think of kindness, of forgiveness, of friendship.

And, forever and always, of love.

#WyAnswers #WyWrites #dreamling #anastasia dreamling au #but this is NOT CANON #i just really felt like writing tragedy and angst i guess #please imagine dream waking up after this and it's just a bad nightmare that's already fading from his memory #or hob managed to defeat the corinthian and death ended up giving him immortality anyway #he just didn't manage to tell gilbert #and forgot the right date #so he bursts into the new inn later like wAIT I'M NOT DEAD THE LETTER IS A LIE #and dream eventually ends up crying into his shoulder #and ordering hob to never frighten him like that again #there fixed it in the tags #anyway thank you for the ask anon! #it clearly unlocked something in me #tw major character death #so unlike me to write mcd but here we are

[shining-imagines]

Hello! Love to see a new blog! Good luck with future works~

How about Quartet Night + how would they kiss you?

im sorry this took so long but!!! im alive!!!!! and thank you thank you i hope to try and keep the utapri fandom alive lol

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QUARTET NIGHT KISS HEADCANONS

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Reiji Kotobuki

now we all know how flirty reiji is lol so he would definitely not hold back in a kiss

he would give it his all because he wants to show you just how much he loves you!

verrrryyyyy teasy too, he likes to brush his lips right against yours but not kiss you juuuuuust yet

but when you pout at him he gives in lol

if you kiss him first he calls you naughty or bad but obviously in a playful way and not a mean way, he just likes to tease you

hes very needy and affectionate so expect lots of kisses whenever and wherever, such as gentle hand kisses in public and more intense making out when you two are alone ;)

Ranmaru Kurosaki

first thing im gonna say is this man is rough and sloppy as hell lol

he tries his best he really does (and that isnt to say hes a bad kisser at all) but he just has a lot of heat and emotion that he cant really hold back, especially around you

he is literally the type of the guy to be like. really passionate and rough and the second you two are alone he grabs you and kisses you hard lol

really impatient and doesnt like being teased also, not a big fan of teasing you either cuz he just goes for it most of the time

kisses you everywhere ;) like literally all over

but can be gentle if you ask him to!! he just needs to be taught a little bit lol

Ai Mikaze

this boy is definitely sooo gentle but also doesnt have a lot of experience with kissing people (or anything really)

not quite sure what to do at first and if you ask him to be more dominant he will genuinely try but still not really know what to do so fair warning he might accidentally shove his tongue down your throat

but once he gets the hang of it hes sooooo gentle, really big on forehead kisses and hand kisses and cute stuff like that

but as he gets more experienced he also gets more confident and takes the initiative to kiss you more

kinda forgets that you have to breathe sometimes so be careful lol

overall hes gentle but can be spicy when he needs to be!

Camus

MAN

will literally change his style and technique into anything you want in order to please you

gentle kisses? he goes into butler mode

rough kisses? he gets all dominant and shit like its nothing

but when you leave it up to him to decide hes kind of in between those two extremes, but he really just seeks to please you

he definitely like to place a hand under your chin and tilt your head up to face him 100% guaranteed

but other than that i dont really know lolz

#utapri #uta no prince sama #utapri x reader #uta no prince sama x reader #quartet night #reiji kotobuki #reiji x reader #reiji kotobuki x reader #ranmaru kurosaki #ranmaru x reader #ranmaru kurosaki x reader #ai mikaze #ai x reader #ai mikaze x reader #camus #camus x reader #anime imagines blog #imagines blog #anime imagines

[shallowseeker]

how do you feel about repressed dean?

I've been sitting on this one, and I've been a little scared of it, to be honest. I really hope it's not anger-bait. So, why not answer it in the middle of the night, when few will see it?

Here goes: I love just about anything that's complex, you know? I think if I had to pick, I'd say I'm more a fan of consciously suppressed Dean than unconsciously repressed Dean, at least when it comes to emotions.

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(Of the two, I actually view Cas as the more repressed one, not always privy to the three-dimensionality and multifaceted depth of his own motivations. -> "I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like."

And The Empty knows who Cas loves, sure, but does Cas really, really know the extent of what that means at that point? I don't know. Did Cas allow himself to fantasize, or did he shut it down and sublimate it so hard into The Mission that it lives only in the repressed shadow-world of The Empty?

Cas can certainly read others and is, I think, actually more emotionally intuitive than characters like Sam, but his own emotions? He brutally trained to repress them to the point the Angelic company line is, “We’re heartless. We feel nothing.”)

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Anyway, I really adore when Dean knows what's going on and is actively choosing his whole sublimation and transference approach, whatever that approach happens to be.

As a default, I view him as emotionally intuitive. That said, we have seen him unconsciously repress his own memories of Cas rejecting him in Purgatory, so you can certainly build things around Dean and repression! (It seems like the rejection was the big issue there, more than even losing Cas. -> "We were there! It was like you just gave up!")

And I know it's not exactly popular but:

I think you can make a well-argued case for a deeply closeted Dean who doesn't act on his less “acceptable” urges. Like, he was The Good Son, you know? It's completely logical for me to see a reading where Dean has Queer Relationships that he knows have implications and yet keeps them juuuuuust peripheral enough that he doesn't act on them in a way that he thinks counts, which for argument's sake can be not acting on them physically or just…sublimating them into Rhonda Hurley type scenarios. Or he just gets himself into situations where he triangulates.

Dean tends to get stereotyped in a hypersexual manner, so I think assumptions are made, but they don’t have to be made, and we don’t have to conclude the same thing. I mean, there are stories where I find a less-sexual-than-expected Dean fascinating. I mean, clearly, he’s flustered around men like Aaron Bass. He gets flustered too when Cas tells him over the phone in Prophet & Loss that, “It’s so good to hear from you.” I can roll with it. Perhaps it really comes down to which parts of his puffed up performance you believe, and some ppl believe waaay less of it.

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Anyway, overall, it’s just fine as a reading. I'm not here to read the text just one way! I hope I don't come off that way…because I enjoy things that aren’t my “Main.” Some of my all-time favorite fics approach Dean in unusual ways, and it's delicious and painful and all the things that keep you riveted for days.

Some of them even challenge me and change my mind.

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I read one where Dean sunders himself from his own desires and act strategically-manipulatively as a way to prop up the desires of others in order to get at the security he craves, and I absolutely love that! That Dean might suppress his own needs to obtain a goal with regards to someone else's continued presence/security/etc? Mind-bogglingly awesome in my book! Dean’s shadow self is demonic; he can read others’ needs and maneuver desires! Maybe sometimes getting past others’ desires and all the way down to his own can be like rupturing a boil! I’m here for it!

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In some stories, Dean is the emotionally forthright heart/Tinman, but suppressed insomuch that he doesn't take that final physical step unless he's being steered by someone else's desires, which can be argued beautifully, I think. On the other hand, Dean is certainly courageous in trying to communicate his feelings as early as season 8. (But arguably, he’s not as clear about it as he thinks!)

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And what of Cas being forward? Cas uses grand gestures a lot, and he prefers to hide behind a Noble Cause but when he Gets It, he Gets It. He’s more firmly explicit about it, because Cas can be up-front to the point of bluntness. (His words were grand, too, a pretty grand gesture, all on its own.) Cas is certainly a courageous/Cowardly Lion in season 15, once he finally wakes up to What's Going On.

Overall, Cas is remarkably brave, even when he thinks he's not. He lives in the fear and is culturally outside of his comfort zone 99% of the time, and 9 times out of 10 he will do something regardless of how foolish he may look.

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The thing is, people go through things and they get psychologically wounded and they have periods where their mental health thresholds plummet, so really, depending on the context, people can act in unusual or unexpected ways and it totally works!

What i’m trying to say, Repressed Dean enjoyers, is that I support you.

#performing dean #dean #regarding dean #i get the impression you’re a repressed dean writer or enjoyer #so i hope this helps you feel comfy here #i talk too much #you didn’t even ask about cas #oops #i have had character development on all sorts of diff things

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Hey there Flowers. I was watching someone play kingdom hearts 2 and happened upon a comment Olette makes to Kairi just before the group assures her that Sora will show up eventually only for Axel to show up and take her away. She specifically reacts to Kairi's circumstances by saying, "What a romantic story!" I am supremely curious to find a japanese transcription of the same line. I'm about to go looking, but I felt the need to at least ask what you might already know or think about it.

part 2 of ask:

"とても素敵な話ね

She basically goes what a story mark to Kairi it seems. I have no clue how to take this though. I want to say the line was exaggerated into a romantic connotation when it was translated to english, butthe way she gushes about it would at the very least be romanticizing Kairi's life thus far as a whole. Idk though. I don't know enough about how one would express such things in japanese. Either way. Thanks for your time. Don't feel the need to respond if you don't have to. I just needed to let an authority on the subject know."

I actually do know about this! Though, I think it was something I learned after the Riku video had come out. And thanks >,< I don't know that I'd call myself an authority, I'm just a guy who took more time to come to the same realizations that lots of others before me had years ago. And then I absorbed it all like a sponge and felt like I was gonna explode if I didn't make a video (scream about it)

From what I understand, Olette is saying something along the lines of "What a great story!/How Wonderful!" which is certainly interesting. Either way, it's definitely not as straight forwardly romantic leaning as it is in ENG KH2.

KH2 has a number of little things like that that I'm aware of. Nothing like what happened with base KH3 or anything, just a couple of lines that lean more into the straight romance juuuuuust a tad. Like Saix and Sora's conversation at Hollow Bastion. (it's early for and I don't remember the details exactly so take this with a grain of salt, if I remember I'll look it up later...) But essentially the order and emphasis of the phrasing in their conversation doesn't have Saix asking Sora "Is she (Kairi) that important to you?" and Sora replying back "Yeah. More than anything!" it's something less direct.

And this one doesn't have to do with Sora and Kairi, but another pretty infamous one is Roxas saying "Why did he pick you?" during Sora and Roxas' battle on Sora's Heart Station. In JP, Roxas is saying something more like "Why were you chosen?/Why did it pick you?" which is moreso a direct reference to the Keyblade. Which makes more sense narratively and is a good follow through on Roxas' arc about wanting to find out why he has the Keyblade himself.

We know why the Keyblade picked Sora B)

So yeah! Looking into the translations can be a lot of fun ^^

#kingdom hearts #kh2 #translations