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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 1 year

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Staying at home on a snow day ft. Dazai refusing to let Chuuya get out of bed

TWs: None. It's really only plotless fluff

It's probably a bit ooc and not proof read yet though. I wrote this after waking up at around 06:00 so bare with me.

Pairings: Married!Soukoku, mentioned Shin Soukoku

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When it's dark and cold outside in the early morning, Dazai despises getting up. He already hates getting up early but when it's freezing outside and dark, he hates it even more.

Chuuya on the other hand often gets up early and isn't bothered by the weather as much as his husband.

He got so used to getting up early or even in the middle of the night due to his work that he often woke up really early even on weekends without any alarm.

While he would stay in bed and would try to doze off again on weekends, he always had to get up on any other day and Dazai was no fan of that.

He often only fell asleep late at night or in the early morning hours so when Chuuya got up for work, he was often only asleep since one or two hours.

Chuuya was well aware of that so he usually didn't woke him up and tried to be as quiet as possible while getting ready, only coming back to the bedroom to give his husband a kiss on the top of his head and to lay a little note on the nightstand which would inform Dazai that he left for work, which wished him a good morning, calling him mackerel, which asked him how he slept and which also informed him if Chuuya had prepared any breakfast for him in the kitchen or any lunch he could take with him to his own work at the ADA. It also always read 'I love you' at the bottom of the note. Sometimes Chuuya also added some random light hearted stuff or would add when he probably came home again.

Chuuya started to write notes like this after he found out that Dazai hated waking up alone, not knowing where Chuuya went, hoping that it would make Dazai a bit ressured and happy. Dazai did in fact love these little notes and kept them all in a box.

However. Sometimes Dazai did wake up while Chuuya was trying to get out of bed quietly and he nearly always tries to make his husband stay in bed with him a little longer. Especially when it's cold and dark outside.

Chuuya and the bed are warm and make him feel safe. Outside it's awfully cold. The bed is cozy too and cuddling with Chuuya is so much more nicer than lying in bed alone and getting up for work later so Dazai thinks that it's only logical that he protests against Chuuya getting up, leaving for work and leaving him alone in their large bed. The weather is indeed perfect for sleepy cuddles too.

As soon as Dazai wakes up, noticing that Chuuya is sitting on the edge of their bed, rubbing his eyes and looking at his phone to see the time, he scoots closer to the redhead, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face against Chuuya's side, whining about Chuuya getting up.

If Chuuya was completely honest, he really wanted to stay in bed, cuddling with his husband, instead of getting ready, facing the cold outside and driving to work in the dark only to sit in his office the whole time and doing paperwork but he knew that he had to so he often managed to convince Dazai to let go of him and promised the now pouting mackerel who was buried under multiple blankets that they could cuddle as soon as he came home again.

However sometimes, Dazai manages to get Chuuya to stay with him in bed a little longer.

One of these times, it had been snowing outside. It was dark and freezing outside, large white snowflakes where falling down and everything was covered in ice and snow. The sidewalks, the roofs, the streets. Everything.

Even the floor of their bedroom seemed to be frozen when Chuuya touched it with his bare feet as he sat on the edge of the bed.

The redhead spend a few minutes, watching the snowflakes fall in front of the bedroom window and with every minute he spend watching the snowflakes, he wanted to stay in bed with Dazai even more.

Outside it was freezing, his feet where already awfully cold from touching the floor, the bed was warm and soft, he craved to hold Dazai and the snow aswell as the dark, created a cozy atmosphere.

While being so chaught up in thoughts, Chuuya didn't notice Dazai stirring awake so he flinched a bit when he felt two arms wrapping around his waist from behind but in a matter of seconds he relaxed again, his lips curling up in an amused and warm smile.

Dazai nuzzled his face against Chuuya's side, sleepily asking Chuuya to stay with him.

Chuuya huffed out a quiet laugh, going through Dazai's messy hair with one hand, telling him that he really wanted to stay but that he had to leave.

Dazai just tightened his grip on Chuuya, mumbling that it's cold outside and that he wasn't allowed to leave him. Besides this it would be snowing anyways. He would have troubles with driving to the headquarters anyways.

Both of them knew that Chuuya could use his ability to literally fly over to the headquarters if he wanted to but on the other hand, Dazai had a point. The most probably couldn't come to work right now anyways if they didn't lived in the apartments of the Port Mafia close to the headquarters. It would surely be hell at work today.

Chuuya just sighed, telling Dazai that he should knew how Mori is and that he can't just stay at home because he felt like it.

Dazai replied that he should just call in sick. Getting sick in this weather is only normal and even Mori can't force someone to come to work sick, risking to infect others. He also most likely needs Chuuya in a perfect shape so he most likely wants him to recover anyways.

While telling him all of this, Dazai started to tug at Chuuya's waist, gently trying to pull him back into bed.

Dazai did have a point with what he said and Chuuya really wanted to stay. Also who knew when a chance like this and a cozy weather like this would come again so Chuuya sighed once more, agreeing to stay at home today.

Dazai hugged his waist thighter, pressing his face onto Chuuya's side and cheerfully thanked him.

Chuuya smiled and told Dazai that he still had to call Mori now to call in sick before he could lie down again and Dazai of course let him do so.

Mori wasn't that happy to hear that Chuuya wouldn't be coming today but he didn't act up and told him kindly to get well soon

After hanging up, Chuuya quickly lied down again, pulling the blankets over them and hugging Dazai who was already waiting for him, a happy, giddy and warm feeling spreading in his chest.

Dazai quickly returned the hug, scooting even closer to Chuuya, closing the gap between them completely before tangling their legs together, startling Chuuya a bit because Dazai's feet where freezing, causing them to bicker playfully about Dazai's cold feet before Chuuya gave in, letting Dazai warm himself.

They went back to cuddling quietly afterwards but it wasn't an unpleasant silence between them. It was a nice and cozy one, Chuuya listening to Dazai's calm and even breathing, a sound which would always ressure him that Dazai was alive, while Dazai listened to Chuuya's heartbeat, making him feel safe and sleepy all over again. They didn't need any words or big gestures to know how happy they were in that moment.

They stayed intertwined like that, cuddling, Chuuya holding Dazai's close, occasionally playing with his brown locks and Dazai occasionally caressing the olders' back until the sun started to rise, slowly lightening up their bedroom.

They continued to stay in bed thought, dozing off from time to time until Dazai's phone ringed multiple times causing Dazai to sit up in annoyance, picking up the phone.

He was greeted with Kunikida yelling at him about where he was and why he still didn't arrive at work, startling Dazai a bit and causing Chuuya to press his face into a pillow so that he won't start to laugh. It was funny really. Dazai did convince him to call in sick but forgot to do so himself.

While Dazai sleepily rubbed his eyes, he explained to Kunikida that he was at home and that he couldn't come to work even if he wanted to because of all the snow and ice on the roads and sidewalks. Besides this he would have a headache anyways and preferred to rest at home given the circumstances.

Surprisingly Kunikida didn't asked any further and let Dazai stay at home without any more yelling.

Shortly after Dazai hung up and after he let himself fall back onto the bed, groaning about how a man could yell this much at 8 o' clock in the morning, he recrived a message from Ranpo, wishing him a nice day with Chuuya.

They lazed around the whole day, watching Christmas movies, making hot chocolate and cuddled a lot, both wishing that there would be more such days.

After going back to work the next day, they found out that they in fact weren't the only ones who called in sick.

Even Atsushi and Akutagawa who both lived really close to their workplaces in the apartments of each the Port Mafia and the ADA called in sick, surprising Chuuya and Dazai since they usually never called in sick unless they truly felt horrible. That couldn't have been the case though since they arrived at their works again the next day.

Ranpo later told Dazai that he did in fact saw a person with a black coat slipping through the open window of Atsushi's apartment, the evening before the snow day.

Turns out that the weretiger and Akutagawa had the same idea as Dazai and called in sick to spend the day together.

When Dazai told Chuuya about it after work, the redhead choked on his drink, calling Akutagawa immediately to ask him if he was really in a relationship with the weretiger, giving Akutagawa a little heart attack and causing Dazai to laugh wholeheartedly.

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west-tokyo-incidents · 1 year

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Many claim to know exactly which tree the false dragon inhabits. The one by the road leading out of the city. The half dead one in the massive field no one but the most foolish kids play in. The one cherry blossom who's petals are three shades redder than all the others. Gifts and offerings are left at the base of these trees, with blasphemous prayers to the serpent for the beauty of its petals, the strength of its bark, the span of its life...

CW- gore, misogyny, manipulation, abandonment, body horror, yokai trickery at its worst

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They're all... wrong.

None of these trees have been around so long. None of these trees have roots that entwine with the foundations of their homes. None of them are even proper tsubaki.

The gifts are often whisked away by lesser yokai, small young oni who are desperate for an offering to strengthen them. And an improperly delivered gift is one free for the taking.

Far up in the mountain, the branches of the tree stretch languidly, as if eternally stretching from a restful night's sleep. It is an evergreen, usually small but so old that it far out-grows the maples around it. It's fruits and petals litter the ground beneath it, some places among the massive roots become dens for the more wild demons that do not inhabit the ruins and buildings instead.

The ruins that the demons inhabit are that of a village that had once served the city. A village that had scorned the spirit. Not that it was active in the memory of any who lived in the city, but the tale still spooked the children in to not burning sticks too close to the trees.

The great, old tsubaki spirit prefers this solitude. It feels the incorrect offerings through its far stretching roots and can't help but chuckle. The yokai it shelters give it plenty of offerings. They fling the gore of their prizes onto its bark and entertain it when they fight, it has no need of mortal gifts.

One such night, the yokai danced in their fire wisps, celebrating with with many offerings the poor city had scraped up. Drunken spirit's that stumble and slur. The discarded silks of their meal litter the clearing, except for one that a naked yokai with a hairy ass dances around in.

It watches in amusement, slowly taking in the sake that's splashed into its soil and the blood that cakes the dusty dirt into mud and dirties the feet of the wild beasts. It's cute, how distracted they are that they don't notice the footfalls in the forest.

A single woman so clever to take advantage of their drunken state to slip by in the shadows of the trees, but not so clever to know how to hide properly. She's so obvious it makes the tree want to cackle, to alert the others, to point her out like the fool she is. But even funnier is the great lord himself missing the woman's stumbling over a root and slipping into a puddle of some light weighted idiot's vomit.

It wonders what she is after. She's not in good health, is either of low blood or trying to seem like such... and she's with child. Her eyes fall on the great tree and she pauses before her steps speed up. She manages around to the back of the tree itself, where a shumoku musume has curled up for a nap away from the festivities.

The woman, for all her clumsy approach, has an ice in her eyes. Combined withe bile and blood that stain her clothing, it makes her look pitiful, like a guard dog that's soaked in its own fear-induced piss. She tightens her jaw and her fists, "Alright, tree demon. I've come all this way to make a deal with you..."

And that is enough to make the tsubaki spirit begin to laugh. To cackle even. Interrupting the woman and drawing attention. The laughter echoes from all around, with no apparent source.

The ice in her eyes turns to slush, surely flushing her system with the fear it can taste off of her. It's even almost certain that she really has pissed herself now. The hammer girl jolts awake and turns to stare. The drunken reverie nearby turns their heads and some even jump up to see what has amused the spirit so. Those ones wave to invite others over.

The woman stares at a spot on its bark as a small crowd of yokai surround her and stare, giggling and snickering along. They taunt one another, jokingly accusing each other of letting her by. It's laughter hasn't yet stopped. Perhaps it's had too much of the leftover sake.

The smooth, grey bark of the tree begins to move, or seems to do so. As if melting out of the bark, snakeskin appears. Slowly the whole of the tree looks like one serpent, with no head and no tail. A clawed limb slides out between the coils and grasps at its own self.

It forms its head, chosing the spot on its bark she had chosen to look at to change into a gaunt, angled face. Something between serpent and human. Not the beautiful woman's face its kind usually take. Its neck tenses into a sharp s-curve, eyes of two colors staring her down and drawing closer. His head is the size of her torso. His lips are scaled and turned into a permanent smile. His eyes do not blink, but stare as well.

The laugh peters off and it tilts its head. As if it hadn't already gotten a good look, it makes a show of looking her over.

"You're amusing, mortal." A long, thick tongue slips out languidly to flick off to one side of her, "Entertain me more."

Her eyes harden again and her fists clench, anger in her muscles making them tremble, "I've come to make a deal with you! You have given maidens beauty and good health in the past, in exchange for favors or service or..." Its face is nearly against hers, it's eyeballs nearly half the size of her skull. She trembles and clears her throat, "O-or for their children...!"

"You have brought no child with you that you can give me."

"I have a son I will send to you. He is strong and he would not be missed by his father--"

"You ask for two favors, then, and offer nothing in return."

Her breath catches and the hard ice shatters again.

The smile doesn't move, but its eyes seem to widen in lieu of its mouth, "You want me to give you health, give you beauty... and take the bastard son you don't want." He shakes his head, "I have heard your whisperings with your husband. My roots witness all in the city. You're clever, little one, but not smart." It draws its head back, "You will keep the son."

It looks her over and its eyes fall on her stomach. On her womb. She is only so far along, it is likely she is oblivious to it.

"I will give you health and beauty, but you will never have another child..."

"...who doesn't belong to me." It flicks its claw out and jabs it against her stomach, but doesn't pierce, "I will take this one. And any you have after. You will never bear a son or daughter to your husband who is not mine. You will be fit and strong and beautiful beyond measure. But you will never provide an heir. Not for this husband. Not for any husband after he abandons you." He twists his claw, and sneers, "If you do not accept this deal, then I will let my friends have at your body and then your corpse when they inevitably rape your shit life out of you."

The yokai around whoop and hollar, throwing jeers at her. She'll be pretty, yeah, pretty useless to any husband.

She swallows. It knows not exactly what is going through her mind, except that she looks down at its claw. It was right. She didn't know she was pregnant again.

All it takes is a sheepish nod from her, and the tree's cackling bursts out, already at a feverish pitch. But this time she can see the jeering face. The fangs that flex as it's mouth falls open.

Lazily, it looks away, eyes scanning the ground, "Let's see, let's see..." it plucks some of the fallen fruits up off the ground, half rotted and smelling of sake. It yanks her hand forward and pushes them into her hand, "Brew these into a tea. One a day. Your health will return and no man will deny that you are the fairest they've ever seen. When you have no more of these, you will find more at your doorstep until you give birth. You will bring the child to me on her fifteenth birthday. Old enough to know the choice you have made."

She doesn't say anything, staring at the gross fruits. Its long, thick tongue flicks out again, this time it hits the side of her head. It appears to be an accident, but it is a slap, "Go on. Go home to your husband. Or jump off the bridge at the mountain pass. Both would be enjoyable to watch."

The spirit grins as she curls her fingers around the squishing skins of the fruits, then starts to walk away. The clan of yokai jeering at her, and some even spitting at her.

The appearance of the dragon-like serpent fades and leaves just the tree again, now contentedly pleased with the activities of the night, "Spill more sake for me, will you?" It laughs as it trips the half naked yokai on his way back to the main group, his cup breaking on the hard ground.

"Fifteenth birthday?" A raiju taunts, "Can't handle a toddler?"

"Pah! Heavens and hell, no. Could you?"

An agreeing shake of the head from the black-skinned bull, "Absolutely not. Let the bitches raise the pups." A brief pause, "What if she kills the child before the birthday?"

"What if she jumps off the bridge on her way back, as I suggested? Who cares."

"What if she doesn't bring the child?" The bull-demon stretches and drops itself into a nook between its roots that is blissfully dry.

"That's fifteen years away, I'll think of something."

"Maybe."

One of the roots lifts suddenly to fling the lightning spirit away from his resting place.

#might rewrite this later #or i might not #the flippant nature of the tree spirit before it recieves its treasure is a lot of fun #golden possessions #i imagine Mizho is brought up to the tree a frw years before Kia is 'given' to Vice #and Kia thinks shes lost her best friend the whole time #only to later discover she's still alive #so thats fun #ress writes

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xu-ying-feng · 2 years

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🏆 & 💛

Thank you for your ask, Anon! I hope you find yourself satisfied with these answers.

🏆 Theodore enjoys a lot of different hobbies. He plays the violin, oboe, guitar, trumpet, and guqin. He learned the guqin because it was important to his culture, and the rest, he learned for fun. Theodore has been trying to play the trumpet more often to increase his lung capacity. As for physical activity, he adores dancing and various forms of martial arts. He’a forgotten most of the languages he learned to speak, though. Theodore is most proud of his calligraphy!

💛 Theodore thinks himself quite attuned to the emotions of other people. Whenever someone around in him is in a bad mood, he gets in one too. Due to this, he started his unhealthy need to please people, so their moods would not affect his own. He has learned to stop letting others negative feeling affect his own, though. He has a normal level of compassion, at least in comparison with other elves. Theodore would help someone in need if the benefits overcame the negative consequences. Old friends know of this and expect him to be compassionate, while strangers are sometimes surprised.

#got lazy with this one #might rewrite this later #asks #q&a

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heckarum · 3 months

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This cat boy lives rent free in my head

#the show is terrible i love it #i got really obsessed with rewriting the entire show for a hot couple weeks #might adapt the ideas into something later lol #heckart #digital art #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #catboy

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ganondoodle · 1 month

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(totk rewritten/botw 2 concepts)

Vah Narisha! elaborated on things and slightly polished it

(info written on there but for ease of reading writing it here again)

-its a prototype titan (divine beast) that crash landed on an island and was left there, its name is based on the big sky whale from skyward sword (its german name)

its very overgrown and half broken, with its tail hanging off the edge, but if you try to use the infusion power of links shiekah arm it will suddendly twitch and empty your entire energy meter immediately since it uses more power than you could provide on your own- serving as a hint that it can be reactivated

once its reactivated (zelda helps, perhaps with a quest attached) it will fly in circle patterns across the sky, you cannot control it (its still a half broken prototype after all) but you can use it as a place to rest and reach other islands that are very hard to reach otherwise

single parts will suddendly move and twitch or freeze as its ... a damaged prototype, its a slight hazard as the shaking can throw you off if you are standing in a bad spot (but not so much you cant reach it again), occasionally it will lose some parts

unlike the "modern" titans, who require the main energy network sourced from mainly ganondorf as their power source if there is no pilot/champion (thus stopped working after the intro), vah narisha draws energy from its surroundings, just like links arm does, so its still able to function even after gan wakes up; however the amount available is barely enough to keep it afloat and that only moving very slowly too- it is unclear if the reason for other malfunctions or unavaible controls is bc of lack of power or damage, probably being both, but after taking off there is no way to try and repair it further since you cant control it and it would pose a danger by falling if misshandled so its mostly left to its own devices

its not required for anything of the main story or to traverse the sky, but it is a cool thing and can make it easier to reach things, the idea for it is mainly from the unused prototype hanging in the hateno lab in botw since my goal is to make totk into botw 2 i thought its a neat idea to bring in previously scrapped ideas :3

#ganondoodles #zelda #art #tloz #ganondoodles rewrites totk #botw 2 #my arm hurts from writing all those notes on the drawing lol #i might change its design later to match the hateno model more #but for now i think its enough of it #was probably a mistake to post the wip and on the same day as the full thing #though its still pretty rough #anyway #i have #so many ideas

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cloudysarts · 4 months

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this show would be good if literally everything about it was different

#read these tags please(unless ur an HH fan in which case please ignore them) >>> I DO NOT LIKE THIS SHOW #i hate viv///ziepop so fucking much its actually unreal. every time i think about her i seethe #been hatewatching it ('legally') nd its awful. like i mean i knew it would be going into it but goddamn. so much worse than i expected #you may be like 'whyd you draw this then'. i wanted to make a finished piece with my redesigns #for funsies me and my boyf have been rewriting/redesigning the whole show . thats been our fun little craft #i feel similar about this that i do about fnaf and miraculous ladybug even tho this is objectively worse in every way #theres this eternal feeling of like. man. if the writers were competent then this concept would be interesting #but theyre not so. here we are #anyway. im gona try not to put hate in the tags lol #but i like how this turned out too much NOT to post it #anyways mutuals please dont unfollow me for this i promise im normal JDSFHJKDFHJDFKHJK #Hazbin Hotel Redesigns #Hazbin Hotel Critical #Angel Dust #Husk #Huskerdust #I guess.#genuinely a little scared to post this ones. im scared ill lose mutuals over this AND/OR fans will harass me for those tags JHKSDFHJKJK #im posting it and then immediately going to sleep. might delete later if even 1 thing goes wrong #EDIT RL QUICK i wanna add: i dont care if you like the show <33 good for you!!! i respect it!! i liked it when i was 14. i just dont now. <

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urxmommy · 1 month

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Daydreaming about putting a sub on a leash and letting them fuck me. Desperately trying to please mommy and paying attention to the sounds I make for extra reassurance that they’re doing it right. Pulling on their leash and bringing them in closer as they grow more desperate. They’re so overstimulated that all they can do is whine and beg me to cum after barely any time because being inside me feels that good.

#i might rewrite this later lol #fdom stuff #gentle fdom #collar and leash #mommy k!nk #bd/sm blog #sub men #gentle domination #nsft concept

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cdelphiki · 24 days

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going through my drafts, I realized I had some dialogue that didn't make it into the final draft of chapter 53 and im SO SAD ABOUT IT. It was such a fun exchange between Clark and Jason, but it literally doesn't fit. So here have it:

"You just heard Perry," Clark said, "You impress him again? He’s promoting you to reporter. Jason. That’s what I am.

"Good. Fuck you," Jason huffed, "You’re so lame a sixteen year old can do your job."

Clark laughed. "No. You’re so brilliant you can do anything you set your mind to, and Perry sees that."

#jason and the three terrors #outtake #honestly one day I want to go through especially part 2 and later part 3 and do a minor rewrite just to clean up the writing some #maybe i'll work it in then #we'll see #i dont want to change anything though and i might not even feel like doing that once i'm done lol

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lullaebies · 8 months

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I have come to the sudden epiphany that if Daeron was actually in S1 and left according to the timeline, in Driftmark he would've likely been a young child and clinging to Helaena while Alicent was arguing with the whole room. I am melting at the thought of baby Daeron just holding onto Helaena and Helaena looking at Aemond, who has one eye-less, and tightens her grip on her younger brother when the adults in the room start to shout. 😭

#helaena targaryen #daeron the daring #daeron targaryen #hotd imagine #my headcanons #team green #house of the dragon #alice rewrites hotd #we bringing that tag back baby #i might write an actual full scene scenario focusing on the greens with this idea in mind later

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transpotato5 · 4 months

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i feel like sometimes when people try to include non binary people they just end of invalidating them. like ive seen people include nonbinary people in transfemininity but then just flattening transfem to transgirl, as if reinforcing the binary. can nonbinary people exist without being boy nonbinary or girl nonbinary or even just in between. do you get what im saying

#might rewrite this later if i feel like i can make it more comprehensible #text post #nonbinary #trans #transgender #non binary #nb #enby #non-binary #transfem #transmasc #lqb #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgtbqia+

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bonefall · 6 months

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I haven't seen anything at all about this so would you mind telling what this post is referring to? If you'd rather not feel free to delete this!! (https://www.tumblr.com/bonefall/734750740864745472/back-in-my-day-we-loved-our-abusers-or-just)

Oh, welcome to the party!! We made the Warrior cats tag trend because we were all collectively screaming about this author response to a fan who didn't like the idea of Tom the Wifebeater going to heaven, from 2015

Make yourself comfy, we are still yelling.

#Mmm I want to finalize the BB!One Eye design... almost certainly gonna go with the purple eye idea...#the purple eyedea. If you will.#Maybe just one of the eyes too #The one he rips out to become the moon of the DF in my au/rewrite #So instead of a red moon it's actually a blueish purple one #Might help it stand out against the sky...#The DF's colors are primarily black and red in my head #Like maybe I'll make it a really red-purple #bone babble #delete later

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peanut-with-wifi-access · 5 months

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hmm something something wc au where rusty took the name Rustpaw bc he still cares about his friends and family back home, even tho he lives with the clans now

something something Rustfire is a rad ass warrior name

something something he goes to the Moonstone, fully ready to embrace his life as Ruststar

some something where Starclan names him Firestar, declaring him "finally free of the chains of his kittypet past"

something where Firestar Rustfire is personally betrayed by the gods he was taught to worship and trust.

#firestar #pt!au #❦pt!au🥜#❦ꨄpt!au🍀🥜#warriors rewrite #warriors au #wc au #warrior cats au #erin hunter warriors #warriors erin hunter #warrior cats rewrite #wc rewrite #wc #warrior cats #wc firestar #firestar wc #❦Rustfire★ AU🥜#might expand on this later #I mean I already have a design so lmk ig

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flonautilus · 1 month

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Thinking about the way vox positions his brand and his own image -- his company stands for perfection, for innovation, for trustworthiness and progress; how hard he probably works to maintain a respectable image while wangling Val's whims. This is a man who, in a hell that respects pure brute power over anything else, created an empire based in consumer trust and playing on the human instinct to follow the herd, don't fall behind, keep up.

We know that alastor made a name for himself by almost deliberately playing a provocateur, upturning the status quo, framing himself as an unpredictable threat, and it's fairly consistent in behaviour patterns as well -- Alastor relishes in disturbing other people's sense of comfort; he turns to fear and intimidation as his first weapon.

Both of them use reputation as a tool but in completely opposite ways, and even in their personal relationships as well (another interesting point -- Alastor is much more genuine with people he does consider friends, like Mimzy and Rosie, but Vox never seems to fully let down his persona even with Velvette and Valentino? He has that big fake smile on with Velvette in ep2, and with Val he drops the smile but still plays the charming, reasonable, logical business partner -- at least until Valentino gets under his skin by mentioning Alastor. There's technically ep8 but I'm almost certain that's an exceptional case?) And both of them know very well how to play to their audiences

Well there isn't really a conclusion here but I find it really funny that in one season we're sorta already seen both of them break their own image to an extent? Vox obviously showing a total lack of composure on live tv, but also, Alastor's loss to Adam. Like I've seen some people say it's not a big deal because Adam is so strong, but the problem is that Alastor's reputation relied on the mystery of his power ("no one knows where he came from; he just started toppling overlords one day, and not small ones either"), and losing to Adam puts a definite upper limit to his power.

Basically he went from unknowable eldritch monster to like, powerful overlord sinner, but still a sinner.

Thoughts about recent leaks under the cut

You know what else is interesting? Vox's biggest asset is not his personal power (though it's almost certainly not small either) but rather the trust the people of hell invests in his brand. It makes me think that actually the primary conflict of season 2 will not be a physical battle (Adam) but a battle over the narrative. And who's the people of hell going to trust more, the overlord that's been providing them with technology and protection(?) for decades, or the princess of hell who's not here visible in public eye for ages, and heaven, who's been trying to kill them since who knows when? (obviously charlie stopped the exterminations which is a big plus on her record but that wasn't exactly a show of redemptive power was it? The strength to resist and unite yes but also the power of having hell's big daddy on your side)

And okay I'm not super sure still what vox is planning to do with hypnotizing the whole of hell, but I wager rather than any aggressive action (not his style) it'll have to do with convincing people that they really are irredeemable, that hell is the status quo and come on, do you really think those angels believe in redemption? Do you really think you can be redeemed after everything you've done? Pentious was an exception; he wasn't all that bad to begin with, and you don't think the princess' silly hotel can actually help you, do you?

And y'know what putting it this way it's suddenly clear to me why the vees are designed that way (because obviously they were planned to be one of the main villains way ahead of time) -- they represent respectively mass entertainment/social media/porn and drugs, all possible means of addiction and soft control and getting people to basically surrender to their own vices (more than hell already does of course) (gambling is another addictive means and I'm hopeful but sceptical that they'll explore it through husk)

But anyway. The Vees have much to lose if redemption succeeds (technically all the overlords do but eh). It's why I'm sorta hopeful that S2 and maybe S3 will feature a much more in-depth discussion of the topic of redemption? Who can be redeemed, what does redemption involve (beyond literally sacrificing yourself?), are there any limits to redemption?

Though putting it this way makes me think none of the vees aren't going to meet good endings ahshdd or at least they'll have to fall very very far to even get a chance at it bc why tf would you even consider redemption if so much of your power depends on people just giving into hopelessness and dependency? Not that any of them would ever want to be redeemed but...idk. and really that's a huge conflict in the show right? Charlie doesn't fundamentally understand why some people wouldn't want to be redeemed not just bc of addiction or other reasons, but the ones who benefit from the status quo (Alastor, vees, the overlords to some extent or another). And heck like Rosie and cannibal town helped stop the extermination but how much do they actually care for redemption vs getting a chance to eat angel meat? The show makes it pretty clear it's the latter. Charlie struggles to understand even Angel and it's why it's husk who gets through to him, cuz they can understand each other (but it doesn't mean Charlie's efforts are insignificant, they created the space for redemption in the first place)

And that's I think the central conflict of the show? That heaven (at least the side represented by Emilie) and Charlie believes everyone will to some extent want to be redeemed, it's just the lack of opportunities; Adam and lute and sera's side, who disdain and fear that if provided any opportunity, hell will always rise up and overturn heaven (ngl heaven and hell in Hazbin always reminded me of gated communities?); the vees who want hell under their control and in extension to convince that redemption is too far out of reach to bother; and maybe like Lilith too who I sorta suspect doesn't actually care for redemption as much as overturning heaven's authority? (But all we know of her is like a few minutes/seconds so like...)

Final thoughts but I was admittedly disappointed in the presentation of episode 6; for redemption to be worthwhile you need to show why heaven is so good, not just why hell really sucks, and imo the welcome to heaven song isn't really that convincing? It's a clever mirror to like a happy day in hell, but you can't just tell me everyone is happy every day in heaven and call it a day, like what's life actually like in heaven, rlly it just looks like a metropolitan city but in pastels?? Do people in heaven ever have personal conflicts; how are those settled; what does social life look like; happiness isn't just the lack of like addiction, poverty, pain, etc tho that goes a long way.

#inane ramblings #hazbin hotel #vox #alastor #might delete and rewrite later #it's a mess but i just wanna throw it out first #also inspired by like that really good post about alastors and voxs portrayal of power

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Always Be

TW: Conditioned Whumpee, Possessive Whumper, Brief Kidnapping Mention

Of course I don’t need Whumper. I could live freely and happily without them. My life would be perfect without them around.

That’s what Whumpee’s been attempting to convince themself for the past three days.

Wow, three days? It’s only been three days? I feel like I’ve been away for three years…

They smiled. That’s a good sign right? They’ve been so distracted with all the things around them that they completely forgot how much time had actually gone by. They could keep this up forever! Whumpee was proud of their independence. If they could do it for seventy-two hours, they could do it for seventy-two years.

In fact, Whumpee was so proud, they were sure they could go out at night and be perfectly fine. Whumper always told them that there were people who wanted to take Whumpee away that mostly wandered around at night. Because of that, Whumpee was never allowed near windows or even above ground at night. They couldn’t even remember what the moon or the stars looked like. At least until they were let free.

The night sky was absolutely gorgeous! Did stars always twinkly so beautifully? Was the moon always that bright? Why would Whumper deprive them of such a sight? It should be considered a crime. Whumpee found themself a spot to get the best view of it. If everything looked pretty there in the daytime, who’s to say it wouldn’t at night?

When Whumpee got there, they noticed that no one was around. They raised a brow but decided to shrug it off. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone trying to get them. That would be one more time they prove Whumper wrong.

They walked towards the pier, looking around to be sure no one was near. They flinched when they noticed a figure about thirty feet away. Forcing themself to think positive, Whumpee kept walking. Their positive thoughts increased when they took a look at the scenery before them.

The moonlight reflected onto the water, along with the many pretty stars. It made everything seem to glow, whatever was in the distance became a silhouette dancing across the water. It was amazing. It was nothing like all of the terrors Whumper instilled into their brain over the course of their time with them. How could they hide such a wonderful thing from Whumpee?

“Hey!”

Whumpee was pulled from their thoughts when the figure called out to them. They looked around and pointed to themself. “M-me?”

“Yeah, you!” The figure stepped closer, into the light shone by an overhead light, a frown on the person’s face. “What are you doing out here?”

Whumpee instantly averted their gaze. “I… I was just looking.”

“Looking for what?”

“I–no–I-I was just looking at the sky.” They reluctantly glanced upwards to find a furrowed brow.

“What, is it your first time seeing it?” They took a step closer, making Whumpee start to inch away.

“Well I…” They paused when they heard a creak behind them. Whumpee turned to find two more figures walking up. Panic instantly rose in their chest. They started to take back their doubts about Whumper’s words. The figures each continued to step closer and closer.

Without a second thought, Whumpee did the only thing they knew how to do: run.

Whumpee bolted off, screaming as they went. There was bound to be someone around to hear them and come rescue them. When no one seemed to be coming to their rescue, they remembered exactly where they were. On a pier late at night with no one around. They were bound to end up kidnapped or worse.

“Help! Help me! Please!”

Whumpee checked their tail before running into something. They nearly fell to the ground, screaming, when the person held them tightly.

“Whumpee? Whumpee, are you okay?”

It was none other than Whumper.

Whumpee instantly burst into tears, burying their face in Whumper’s chest. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry, for what Darling?” Whumper asked softly as they brought their hand to Whumpee’s cheek.

“That-that you were wrong! And they–and they—”

“Slow down, slow down.” They patted Whumpee’s head. “Tell me what happened.”

“They tried to hurt me! They tried to get me! Just like you said!” They sobbed. “They were trying to take me away!”

Whumper held them close. “Well it’s okay now, Darling. You’re safe with me.”

Whumpee wiped their face, sniffling. “I’m sorry I doubted you…”

“Let’s get you somewhere safe. I’m sure, you’re a little shaken up from that happening.”

#creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr #whump #whump writing #suspense #conditioned whumpee #possessive whumper #i might rewrite this later #i don’t like this #it doesn't matter

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