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pikatrainer99 · 23 days

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Kieran is autistic and you can't change my mind!

Okay, I KNOW that I'm not the only one who holds this headcanon...but I wanted to do an analysis on Kieran anyway, especially since my best friend @sinnohanvulpix said she'd love to see me do one. Credit to her for all the screenshots used btw. The GIFs on the other hand were either found on Google Images or created by me using gifrun.com and these YouTube videos:

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I did not use my own footage for this at all...as proof here's what MY character in the game looks like...he has my real name but I tried to make him look like Orange which is why he has the orange eyes 😅

(Sorry for the bad quality btw...taking pictures of my Switch screen is hard 😅)

Okay, now without further ado, let's get started with the analysis!

First, Kieran has a CLEAR special interest in Ogerpon, he admires and looks up to her, he was obsessed with the story of the ogre, he was always trying to go to her den and meet her, he has a meltdown when Ogerpon chooses the player over him, etc. Carmine even says that Kieran "really really REALLY likes the ogre" and that made me think, "Ah! Special interest!"

And then at the end of the Teal Mask he gains a new special interest in getting stronger to beat the player...and he hyperfocuses HARD on that...to the point of it being detrimental to both his physical and mental health, as he was doing nothing but training during that time...he barely ate, barely slept, just trained...and that is not healthy. It's a rare example of media showcasing a special interest being unhealthy and absolutely CONSUMING one's life, and the consequences do actually show for it.

Kieran is very introverted and doesn't know how to make friends very well. I actually think the player is his first friend considering his surprised reaction when the player says they consider him a friend, and following this, he quickly becomes a bit...too attached to the player, as he doesn't quite understand how friendships work.

(This is also such a neurodivergent way to say "I'm so happy I finally have a friend")

He also struggles socially, as is a requirement for autistic people to qualify for a diagnosis. Kieran specifically has a hard time reading social cues, he struggles with making eye contact, he has clear anxiety when talking to people as proven by his little stutter he has at times.

(This is an adorable screenshot 🥺)

He also struggles with social and emotional processing (and might have alexithymia as well due to his sudden huge outbursts of emotion), and he also struggles with initiating conversation as well, as seen when he tries to talk to Penny at the League Club. They both have no idea how to even start a conversation with each other and it's honestly pretty adorable seeing the two quiet adorkable kids trying their best to hold conversation. I get it, you two, initiating conversation is really difficult for me too.

Also the way they try to start the conversation by talking about the weather...that's really funny and ironic to me because that's what NTs do all the time. NTs always use the weather as a small-talk conversation starter but NDs like me (and Kieran and Penny too apparently) just don't get that stuff.

(These two are so neurodivergent it's great and I love them both 🥺)

Kieran also has four in-game animations that I personally see as stimming. The first one is him tapping his fist against his hip when he's thinking or nervous.

(Focus your attention to his hand here and you'll see it.)

The second one is him playing with a strand of loose hair, usually when he's nervous.

(The little nervous side glance at the player is relatable and adorable 🥺)

The third one is a more agitated stim that he only does ONCE in the entire game...and that is tapping the front of his foot on the ground. I do that myself when I'm agitated or impatient, somehow it's comforting, especially since for some reason I really like the way my shoes sound when I tap them on the ground... especially since I got my brand new Infernape-themed shoes, they sound extra satisfying because they're brand new.

(This is not the way most people tap their foot...I've never seen an NT do it like this...only other NDs such as myself and one of my brothers)

The fourth and final one is, unfortunately, a stress stim...Kieran runs his hands very fast through his hair and it also looks like, to me anyway as someone who has self-injurious stims myself, that he is digging his nails into his scalp as well while doing that. I do something similar myself, though on top of running my hands through my hair and digging my nails into my scalp, I also pull at my hair...yeah... self-injurious stims are no joke...and I'm kinda glad Kieran's autism coding brings attention to that aspect of autism...at least in my eyes as someone who does those things myself.

(He's in so much stress here, poor kid 😔)

Another aspect of autism that I'm surprised and kinda glad that Kieran exhibits as an autistic-coded character is meltdowns and shutdowns. Kieran has actual meltdowns in the game! This is something we have never seen in such an in-your-face way in any Pokémon game, and as someone who regularly has meltdowns myself, it hit me in the feels whenever I saw him having them. His first meltdown is in the Teal Mask when he steals the Teal Mask and runs off to Loyalty Plaza where he battles the player. He yells at Carmine and the player for treating him like an outcast...which is unfortunately something that happens to a lot of autistic people, myself included. Kieran screams at the player and Carmine for for lying to him while doing his stress stim, before running up to the Lousy Three's shrine and punching it, without any regard for his safety, which is also something autistic people may do during meltdowns...I know I have no regard for my safety during mine. After that's all over he gives the mask back to the player and goes home, leaving the player to talk to Carmine alone, who says that she's worried and thinks it's just "teen angst". When I saw that I was like, "...Uh, Carmine...I don't think it's just that, I think your brother is neurodivergent and really needs a lot of help and support because he's struggling a lot right now..."

His second meltdown is also in the Teal Mask, when he wants Ogerpon to go with him but Ogerpon wants to go with the player...Kieran can't process that and doesn't understand how to take Ogerpon's feelings into account, instead demanding the player to battle him for the right to be Ogerpon's partner. He collapses on all fours after being defeated again, and it gets worse...he looks like he's crying while the player battles Ogerpon in order to catch her. After the player catches her, Kieran wonders why he can't be like the player, and runs off crying, locking himself in his room for the rest of the story. The end of the Teal Mask has him doing his stress stim while being consumed by a new special interest in a very detrimental way...that interest being becoming so strong that no one can defeat him...including the player.

Kieran's third meltdown is in the Indigo Disk, after the player defeats him in the championship match. That meltdown is a full-on cutscene, where it is CLEAR to see his spiraling mental state through the visuals, and he holds his hands on his head like he has a headache while trying to process the fact that he lost to the player AGAIN (which is also relatable as someone who struggles with processing difficulties myself...it really does give headaches and it is one of the worst feelings when I just can't process what's going on around me or the emotions I feel or anything really)...he collapses to his knees and looks like he's breathing very hard as he is so upset and distressed at this loss. It is definitely one of the most heartbreaking scenes for me because this is a CLEAR CUT MELTDOWN in my eyes and it hits me in the feels like a TRUCK to watch that cutscene.

Also, in the Terapagos fight, Kieran has a bit of a shutdown for a bit, standing there frozen, thinking he's useless and can't do anything right (which is relatable as I have regular shutdowns as well, and I also constantly feel like I'm a failure of a human being who can't do anything right)...but let me tell you, when the player finally gets him to snap out of it and convinces him to help and he opens his eyes revealing that the light is back in his eyes as well as visible tears...I cheered (and teared up myself). My boy was back, and I was so happy.

(When I first saw the tears I was like, "NOOOO don't cry Kieran! 😢)

Also in the Indigo Disk, Kieran seems completely different and "no longer like his usual self". His autistic traits are (mostly) nowhere to be seen as he becomes much more serious, angry, assertive,and aggressive. I personally see this as a persona he puts on by masking, which is common for autistic people to do. I myself can't mask, but Kieran definitely seems to be masking here by putting on this persona in order to get stronger and seem stronger as a person as well. This is NOT his real self, this is a FACADE!

We see him start to drop the mask again in Area Zero when he says it seems like they're in a spy movie or something and how cool that is, but once the crack in his mask is pointed out he immediately puts it back on.

After everything in the under depths ends, and you go back to Blueberry Academy, he drops the mask again completely, and goes back to his real, adorkable, relatable self...and stays that way from then on, which made me so relieved and happy.

(This is my favorite cutscene in the entire DLC because of how adorable it is and also how neurodivergent Kieran is being here while apologizing for all he did 🥺)

In conclusion, I think Kieran is a great example of an autistic-coded character who has many relatable traits, and also does a good job showcasing some of the more "unpleasant and challenging behaviors and traits" (NTs use that terminology a lot, not me... that's how NTs unfortunately view NDs a lot of the time) of autism. I used to be afraid of him during the post-Teal Mask pre-Indigo Disk era but that was my trauma and PTSD talking (I talked about the emotional rollercoaster Kieran's story arc took me on in another post from last year after I finally worked up the courage to play the Indigo Disk...feel free to check that out too if you'd like). Now though I can wholeheartedly say that I love and appreciate Kieran a lot as a character, and his relatability is definitely a big part of why he is a big comfort character for me now (please Pokémon put him in Pokémon Masters EX, PLEASE I will literally cry from joy if he gets added to the game)!

Hope you all enjoyed this autistic person's analysis of yet ANOTHER autistic-coded character in Pokémon! I know I had A LOT to say but that just proves how relatable Kieran is, and I love him for that. Let me know what you think and if I missed anything in the comments below!

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eetherealgoddess · 3 months

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helloo, I just want to tell you I've been your fan since I downloaded tumblr. I can't, your fanfics are to die for. 😭 I'm sorry, I've been the one liking your stories from the start, I hope it doesn't bother you and I'm sorry if it does.

can I request a really really dark supernatural au smut bonten x fem reader? I can't explain how much I love your supernatural au fanfics😭

Although idk who you are specifically, I appreciate all your likes and the request so you don’t have to be sorry!! I embrace all feedback!! Unfortunately, I don’t think I made this dark enough, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

Y’all it’s wild cuz blood actually makes me queasy and uncomfortable. Especially gore and yet I write and read it even though I gotta pause to breathe from time to time lmao. This one is FULL of blood and gore. So be mindful!! ꨄꨄꨄ

ꨄBlood Thirstyꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Djinn Au

❦Your blood is enticing to Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

The male leads are Djinn, based off of the show Supernatural, though I’ve created my own version for the story. I’ve never watched the show but I searched up supernatural monsters and found Djinn.

In this story, they’re tattooed beings who drink blood and eat flesh. They trap their victims by luring them with their glowing eyes that cause a hypnotic trance. Their tattoos will glow the same color as their eyes. They can only be killed with a silver knife laced with an antidote created by Djinn slayers.

Djinn are not mine nor is this the original type of creature. There’s also another definition that has nothing to do with the show so you should research that if you want to find out because I don’t have enough info on that to be able to explain it.

Not fully proofread

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Blood Thirsty

You were quiet, hand covering your own mouth as your eyelids flutter closed. You lean your back against the shelf of books, hiding in an aisle of the abandoned library as you sit with your knees to your chest. You contain your vomit as you listen to the sounds of your friend's flesh ripping apart, the blood splattering against the floors as the putrid smell of death reaches your nose. Your other hand is placed against your pounding heart as your body tenses, hair sticking up as you prevent yourself from having an anxiety attack.

Earlier, you and your friends had gone to a local nightclub just to get out and have fun. Because the night club is owned by Djinn yakuza members, it was a sacrificial night, the full moon being the reason for this massacre. A ritual that was made into an agreement between humans and Djinn. Djinn can survive off of animal prey, which is what they eat until the night it’s time to feed. You had no idea the building was owned by not only a criminal organization but Djinn creatures at that. Not until one of your friends said, “Who knew Djinn could give us such a great time?”

Apparently your other three friends didn’t know either, eyebrows furrowing when they heard the news. It was already dangerous to be out late at night since that’s when they prowl on a full moon, but to also attend a Djinn club is just asking to be somebody’s meal. You smacked her shoulder and asked, “Why did you bring us here knowing that it’s feeding night?”

“They’re hot!” She responds, “If they’re gonna be active tonight then I know I can score at least one in exchange for my blood!” The creatures are known to be attractive, adding to the hype of the tattooed beings. Unfortunately, your friend is so boy crazy that she’ll put everyone at risk just for a chance with a murderous creature.

You all escaped and ran as fast as you could when all hell broke loose, ending in this dark dusty library, choosing your spots to hide in. You knew you couldn’t stay in the same spot for long. You knew you were going to have to move before they stopped feeding. The blood curdling screams of your friends begin to quiet down as you look over to the original friend who put you all in this predicament. She sat at the aisle across from you, eyes wide as well as her own hand covering her mouth as her body trembled. You both eyed each other in terror before you motioned for the door opposite of the sound. It was a few aisles down. You both have the potential to make it as they continue to eat.

You nod at her before standing on your feet, crouching as you peeked behind your aisle, instantly regretting it as you turned back away from the gruesome scene. Holding your stomach you ease your way to the other side of the aisle in front of you, hands trembling as you hold your breath once pausing, listening for any movement towards you. When all you heard was the usual ripping and bone cracking you turned to look at your friend who's following behind on her own side. You both move again and again until you finally make it out of the door, sprinting down the hall until you make it outside.

Your original plan was to keep running until you didn’t hear your friend behind you, turning around you noticed her standing in place, staring to the side.

“F/n! F/n! Come on!” You call out to her, confused as to why she stopped.

“But he’s so pretty.” She says breathlessly, her eyes beginning to glow purple.

You follow her sight, startled when you notice the shirtless man with a large tattoo on the left side of his torso, as well as a symbol on his neck. His purple mullet flowing in the wind as he stands across from her, eyes and tattoos glowing purple. Blood stained his mouth as well as his chest, his hands dripping with the substance as he licked some of the liquid off his fingers. You turn away as you grab her face, turning her to face you.

“Wake up! Wake up now! We’re gonna be killed!” You shake her face as her mouth hangs open, slobber dripping as you shift your gaze back to the male who stood still. You know you should leave her, but you can’t. You know it’s her fault, as well as yours for even being out in the first place on a night like this. Tears fall down your eyes as you contemplate whether or not to leave her to die. The only way she can be pulled out of the trance is by the Djinn releasing her or death.

You could be a savior and offer yourself up, but fear overtook your senses. You couldn’t possibly save her, so you decide to make a run for it while you still can, releasing her face. Before you could run, claws wrap around your wrist, yanking you back as you fall on the grass, bottom making contact with the ground as another tattooed being crouches over you. You noticed the yellow glow against the tiger symbol on his neck as well as the symbol that matches with the purple eyed Djinn on the right side of his chest.

His smile was as cold as his golden gaze, eyes refrained from glowing as he stared down at your fearful face. Blood covered his torso as well as his hands. You could see that his teeth were also stained with red as his smile widened.

“Where do ya think you’re going?”

You could only stare back at his face before you looked over to your friend, your hand reaching out in reflex as you called out to her when she walked over to the male. A hand on your chin forces you to turn your attention back to the brunette with blonde strands hanging over his face.

“Hey! Pay attention to me. I asked you a question.” He eyes you with an irritated gaze, causing you to yelp when he squeezes your chin tightly, claws poking your skin.

“Playing with your food, Kazu?” Another shirtless man walks toward the two of you from inside the building, fresh blood covering his mouth as well as his whole torso while the large tattoo on the right side of his body as well as the one on his neck glows purple.

He stops next to you both, sniffing the air as he eyes you and your friend with a lazy smile.

“Are you radiating that sweet scent, darling?”

“N-no! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You say as you pull back from the man’s grip.

The purple eyed man’s fingers met his chin. “Hm. Of course you don’t. You smell it?” He faces the crouching man.

“Yeah. That’s what brought me over here. Never smelled blood like that before.” The tiger symboled man pushes himself from the ground, standing over you as their intense gazes study you like you’re a new specimen.

Your eyebrows furrow as you notice their eyes becoming dim, faces turning red as they hold dazed looks on their faces.

“Man, your smell is intoxicating.” Kazutora breathes out, chest rising as he drags a large sniff of the air.

“Maybe we should preserve this one, yeah?” The short haired man suggests.

“You think boss’ll allow it?” Kazutora questions.

“Allow what?” A pink haired man entered the scene, walking until he reached the two men standing above you. His hair covered in blood as well as his face, hands, and chest, as if he rubbed himself against the liquid while feeding. You eye the blue glow of his wrist, the symbol matching the iciness of his piercing eyes. He sniffed the air, facing you as he observed your figure. Bending over, he grabs your arm, pulling you up on your feet and smelling the limb.

His face instantly warms, eyes dazed as he continues to sniff the sweet aroma, using a hand at the back of your neck to pull you closer as he nuzzles your neck. You put your hands on his chest as you pushed yourself away, his hand preventing you from moving as you struggled in his grasp.

“What is that?” He pulls back, turning to the others as he releases your neck only to keep a hold of your arm.

Kazutora shrugged. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

You hear the sound of flesh ripping along with a familiar scream of pain. Turning your head, you eye the gruesome sight. The man has your friend’s detached arm in his hand. A big gash is left where her arm used to be as her legs tremble, her eyes staying wide as they continue to glow purple. Blood drips from the wound as he bites into the flesh of the arm, more blood staining his mouth as he moans while satisfying his hunger.

Your hands shake as you eye the display in horror, tears streaming down your face as you watch your last friend become a beast’s meal. Instincts going haywire, you wanted to run away, but if you did, you knew you’d be easily captured by the Djinn considering their abilities. They have the upper hand against the human species. You’ve always wondered why they didn’t just take over. You could only stand there amongst the men, feeling helpless, weak, and vulnerable. It disgusted you to be so human in this predicament. You were going to die and you had no choice but to accept it.

“Awe, she’s crying. I think you’re hurting her arm, Sanzu.” Kazutora jokes, pointing at your tears. You ignored him as you turned your head away from your friend who’s shoulder just got bitten off, using both of your hands to cover your ears, the sound driving you crazy.

Sanzu releases you just in time for you to lean over and vomit. Bile burning your throat as you gag and dry heave.

“Disgusting.” Sanzu hissed as he walked towards the purple mullet. Kazutora leaned over with his hands on his knees.

“It’s amazing how you still smell sweet. There’s no way boss won’t take you home with us.” He beams.

“He does have a thing for sweet things.” Ran states with a cigar in his mouth, sparking it before shoving the lighter in his pants pocket.

A short man walks out of the building, the men immediately turning their attention to him. The atmosphere darkens almost as much as the voids you’d call his eyes. He gave you an icy glare, causing a rapid chill to run up your spine as well as sending alerts to your instincts. Your body tenses as he comes closer. You hear him sniffing, eyeing the blood on his mouth as well as on his chest, bloody claws by his sides. He stops in front of you, gazing into your soul as you shift in discomfort.

His gaze slightly softens as the familiar red hue forms on his face, panting softly as he drags more of your fumes through his nostrils. You eye the blood staining his platinum hair, the stench of flesh and blood surrounding you. His palm rests on the side of your neck for a moment before he uses a claw to nick the skin, slicing a small cut in between your neck and shoulder causing you to flinch. He leans in, warm breath grazing your neck before his tongue slithers against your wound. His sunken eyes widen as his hands grab your shoulders, pulling you in as you place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away before you yelp from the fangs piercing through your skin.

He gulps your blood down, moaning against you as you fall backwards. He lands on top of you, a hand sliding behind your neck while the other balances next to your head. Your hands grip his shoulders as your eyes shut tightly in pain. You hiss and whimper under him as the others, including Sanzu and Rin, watch as if they’re in their own trance. He finally pulls his teeth out of your neck before he grips the back of your neck tightly as he nuzzles against the wound. Your blood rubs along his face as he engulfs himself. He breathes your scent in deeply before pulling back.

He pants as he sits on top of you with intense eyes. You avoid eye contact by looking at your own blood covering the hand that felt the moisture from your neck. Your hand trembles as you look at the men who stood around you. He stands up and walks away from you. He flicks his head, motioning for them to grab you. When you see this, your fight or flight kicks in causing you to hop up and run. The only place you could go was the forest but if you stayed hidden there until the sun rose, they would have to let you go in order to not break the treaty.

“So she wants a chase?” Rin questions with a smirk as all the executives stand and watch you run.

“Bind her and bring her to the car when you’re done.” Mikey says before he hops into the car.

With a wide grin that shows their sharp stained teeth, the four men began to sprint after you, Ran dropping the cigar in the process.

You run as fast as you can, grunting and breathing hard as your heart pounds. Your chest tightens as the pain in your legs form fast from running at a speed you’ve never had to run. You hop off of mini hills as well as passing many trees. The only light allowing you to see in the moonlight shining through the leaves. You just had to find a hiding spot to survive the night. You wouldn’t have run into the forest if they weren’t blocking your way. You knew you couldn’t pass them.

You groan as the pain becomes almost unbearable, the tightening of your body making it harder to breathe. You knew you’d have to stop soon but your adrenaline is pumping and you refuse to let them catch you. At least not easily. You thank the heavens that you hadn’t worn heels, the platforms of your shoes smacking against the grassy terrain, attempting to not fall on loose twigs or branches. As you run, you also gaze around for any mud to prevent yourself from sliding on it.

You pant, mouth wide open as you peek behind you. Seeing nothing there you continue to run as you look for the perfect hiding place. If you were being honest with yourself, there’s a low chance of surviving without being caught. They probably know exactly where you are and just allow you to run because they like to play with their prey. You’re not dumb. You were just scared. You had to try. Before you could plant your feet into the ground, you run into a figure in front of you, slamming into them.

Your friend's blood stains your clothes, mixing in with your own as the man wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leans over to smell your blood.

“I don’t think we’ve properly met.” A hand covers your mouth, blocking your scream. You’re forced to turn the other way, your back against his chest as he holds you in place. The other men stood in front of you in a curve, staring you down with glowing eyes.

“I don’t think I want to put her in a trance. I like it when they fight.”

“I want a taste. Mikey made you look so good.”

Suddenly, fingers connect with your chin, moving your head to the side as the person in front of you sniffs before leaning into the spot Mikey focused on.

A long tongue glides against your neck, the short haired man moaning softly before his teeth sinks in. You yelp in pain as another bite comes from behind, the man’s younger brother getting his own taste from the other side of your neck. The arm around your waist tightens you in place. You smack Ran’s shoulder as you try to push him away, tears rolling out of your eyes at the pain.

“You guys are hogging her all to yourself.” Kazutora states before snatching one of your arms. He bites into your forearm, eyes widening when the blood hits his taste buds, eagerly draining you. Sanzu does the same to the other arm, shutting his eyes as he drinks from you. You could only cry out in agony as they drain from you. Your body weakens as well as you becoming light headed. This goes on until you begin to see stars, your vision blurring. They pull away from you just in time before you faint, your body weak against the man behind you as you lean back.

Suddenly, your bottom met the ground as the man sitswith his back leaned against the tree. You begin to feel kisses littering all over your neck, lips hitting the blood that continues to ooze out.

“You taste so fucking good.” He whispers as he licks the liquid. Your eyelids are heavy as you sit barely awake. It feels like your black out drunk, going in and out of consciousness from whatever was spiked in it.

You look into the eyes in front of you, the person kneeling before you as two palms hold your cheeks, lips meeting yours as you’re forced to kiss the man. You couldn’t even flinch when he nipped your lip, blood drawing from you as you sat weakly.

“Let me go.” You whisper against his lips, not having enough strength to say much in a louder tone. He pulls back as he smirks.

“Go where? You can’t even walk.” Sanzu says as he crouches beside you, eyeing the wound on your neck and using his fingers to force you to turn towards him.

The red hue is still stuck on all of their faces, dazed eyes as if they’re intoxicated by your scent.

“I wonder what your thighs taste like.” The golden eyed man states before kneeling and pulling your leg open. He leans over and begins licking and sucking your thigh before sinking his teeth in. Another grunt leaves out of your mouth from the pain.

“I wonder how you taste down here.” A hand coming from behind slips into your pants as you try to wiggle out of his grip.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” You cry out angrily. The hand dips into your panties, slowly rubbing up your slit before landing on your clit.

“I bet your cum is as sweet as your blood, huh?” The man behind you chuckles as he rolls his finger against your clit.

“I think we should find out.” His brother adds on, smiling as they nod at each other. Kazutora moves away from your thigh as he wipes his mouth, licking the blood he wiped from the back of his hand.

Rin pulls his hand out of your pants before reaching under your thighs and pulling them as far back as he could. Ran uses a claw to cut a slit from the zipper of your pants down to your ass. He tears a hole into the pants, stretching them to get a good view of your panties.

“No! Stop right now! Please!” Your head falls back on Rin’s shoulder weakly as you use your hands to cover yourself. Sanzu grabs them, securing your wrists above your head.

Ran leans over as he slices through the middle of your panties. He closes in and takes a big whiff of your vagina. Using two fingers, he gently spreads your lips apart with one hand while the thumb on his other hand pulls the hood of your clit back, revealing the bud.

“What a pretty pussy.” You twitch slightly as you feel a blow of air on your clit.

Your face warms up when you feel his lips grazing your clit, leaving a soft kiss on the bud. He does it once more and then again as he looks at you with intense eyes. You bite your lip, sucking your teeth as you turn away, only for Sanzu to use one hand to force you to look up at him. Leaning over with one hand still gripping your wrists, his lips meet yours. Rin keeps your legs pulled back, piercing his claws into your skin to draw some blood, watching as you flinch in pain, all the while Ran licks up your clit before he gives a few more kitten licks. Finally, he closes his mouth around the bud, sucking and flicking his tongue as he dives in.

Kazutora, who's still kneeling on the ground, licks up the blood dripping from your thighs. You whimper against Sanzu’s mouth.

“I think we should put the bind in between her breasts.” Rin says as you jolt from Ran’s tongue. Sanzu pulls back.

“We should put it on her face, that way everyone knows who she belongs to.”

Kazutora pulls back. “But she has such a pretty face, I don’t want to mark it.”

Ran continues to suck your clit as he lowers his head to lick some of your slick from the hole itself, his long tongue pushing inside as he uses a finger to rub your clit. He doesn’t pay much attention to the conversation, too obsessed with drinking your juices as your pussy contracts. Your head falls back with your eyes shut tight.

“Fine. Take her arms.” Kazutora grabs your arms as he stands up, Sanzu kneeling to tear the middle of your top open, revealing the lack of bra.

“Wow, you were already ready.” Kazu beams.

Sanzu sticks out a claw as his eyes glow, along with his tattoo. The beam reaches his hand as the claw meets with your skin, Rin holding you tighter as you scream in pain. The claw penetrates your skin as it drags into the shape of their Bonten symbol, blood dripping down as you struggle in his grip.

“Stop! Stop! It fucking hurts!” You cry out, your own nails digging into the skin of your palms. Kazutora forces you to turn to him with one hand, trapping your screams with an open mouthed kiss.

The contrast of pain between your chest and pleasure from your pussy shamefully causes you to near your orgasm as Ran tongue fucks you and rolls a finger around your bud. Your pussy drips with juice as your body convulses, just in time for the bind to complete as it glows a blue color that swirls into all of their signature colors before it resembles a normal tattoo. You yell out as you finally reach your limit, creaming on his face as he laps up the juice. Not long after, you finally pass out from all the overwhelming sensations.

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ok I've been seeing a lot of how the obey me characters would replace mc but let's think about how they would react after finding out they've been lied too

I just wanna preference this saying that this is about my mc you can feel free to tell me how your mc would react so a lot my Headcanons are in this i.e some of the characters in theater/anime club with nanami (that's my Mc name I just didn't feel like putting down just in case people got confused)

Diavolo thought it might be good to include another exchange student to the course to see how things will play out but sadly don't go how he wanted to

Luke

I can see Luke essential not really liking the new exchange student he knows how mc can be obvious sometimes but for the most part she can with stand a lot of issues on her own so when she starts getting in to trouble he finds it suspicious especially since it after the new exchange student joined

Thirteen

even though she know mc that well she can spot the difference between a liar and the truth so when mc starts getting into trouble out of nowhere she knows it's not mc fault

Mephistopheles

same as thirteen he doesn't know her well but since he cares for his few friends in the newspaper club and mc has help resolve conflicts they tend to run into plus allow them to get the latest scope on the theater club plays he can tell by her actions that mc isn't the type to start drama then act like the victim she admits her mistakes

Raphael

he can only go off the thing mc has done and stories from Luke but he can tell that mc is good hearted helping people despite being around demons she never excludes anyone even if they did her wrong she also makes sure to talk to him even though most people take one look at him and run

Belphegor

He knows mc doesn't fully forgive him for the incident but she still acts civil towards him even after he lied the fact she never excluded him when she was rightly do so he can never replace mc

Beelzebub

simple her cooking he can tell she puts her love into her cooking and he deeply appreciated he never felt ashamed to eat around her once he met mc family in the human realm he felt as if his family was whole again and for that he’s forever thankful but once the new exchange student arrives and mc starts getting into trouble he doesn't believe he knows mc

Satan and Leviathan

I group them together because they don't believe anything that comes out the new exchange student mouth they know how hard mc work just so they could get into the theater club with her and both of them feel closer to each realizing how similar they are and found people with similar interests as them thanks to mc

Barbatos

if he can see into the future then he can see through the new exchange student bs like come on "mc pushed me downstairs all because she's jealous of me" lies you walked down then fell off on three steps

Diavolo

at first he wanted to believe the new exchange student but remembering the time he spent with mc and how hurt he would be in her position so he stayed neutral for the most part until barbatos told him everything let's just say in a fit of rage Diavolo screamed but it ranged throughout devildom

Asmodeus

as much as the new exchange student tries to copy asmo they could never replace mc he's loves her way too much but one the new exchange student starts talking shit about mc during a spa day "listen here my dear you better stop talking about my sweet cotton candy like that or else I'm gonna do something you wouldn't like" after that he kept an eye out

Solomon

ah this stupid old man that I love he obviously lived around long enough to know the difference between a trick so he pulls the new exchange student aside making a very clear statement that scares the the new exchange student

Simeon

he genuinely wants to see the good in people so it hurts mc when he looks at her and say "I didn't know you were like this mc " he feels bad after saying that especially when he bring it up to everyone at the Purgatory Hall he feels as if he did something one the others give him blank expression

Mammon

agh my heart it hurt writing this but since at this point mc doesn't need a body guard especially after going under solomon wing mammon starts to connect with the new exchange student but he doesn't realize how much he's been putting off his plans with mc and once trouble starts mammon lashes out at mc but he does feel guilty once he looks into mc eyes

Lucifer

oh god where to start he doesn't buy some of the excuse the new exchange student throws toward mc but the new exchange student does things that lucifer felt mc hasn't done for him so he starts to believe the new exchange student he does get hurt when mc starts to skip meals because she doesn't want to see him

how mc feels

she knows what the new exchange student is doing and she's choosing to ignore it she not really bothered by it for the most part but normally she fine with things since it means she doesn't have to worry about mammon dragging her away from her friends and since lucifer doesn't check up on her as often she's been eating in her room watching tv

a lie has been exposed

one day mc was in the student council room looking for some notes Satan had left for her "oh mc so nice to see you!" they say approaching mc but mc ignores them and still was searching for the notes till she got hit on the head "don’t ignore me when I'm talking to you" mc held her head looking up at them holding a candle holder "now you're gonna listen to me I want you to tell Diavolo that you would like to drop out of the exchange program and give your D.D.D to the trash since who needs you huh? I know your hurt when lucifer holds my head or how mammon chooses me over you or does it hurt knowing siemon doesn't like you anymore hmm?" Once they turn around they saw the brothers and everyone else there they had no excuse now "ooohh busted"

Luke and thirteen

the first two to yell "I TOLD YOU SO!" thirteen mine that luke

luke checks on mc wounds

thirteen mainly telling mammon off for being stupid

Mephistopheles

mainly making fun of luckier

"huh who would have though the lucifer would be trick by a human hmph"

"I don't even have a pact with them yet I know she never do the things she been accused of"

has the biggest grin

Beel,Belphie, Satan,Levi and Asmo

they are mainly pissed about the fact mc got hurt but are also man realizing what mammon and lucifer had done

"oi mammon lucifer apologize to her you guys are the main cause of this"

*sighs* "I know mammon stupid but you too lucifer so disappointing"

"if you guys don't make things right I'll find ruri Chan and make her force you guys to get things right"

"can't believe you guys trusted someone over mc despite us knowing her for years now"

"lucifer,mammon just make things right between her please I don't want this drama to go on any longer it making me lose my appetite"

Simeon

he felt as if he couldn't trust himself anymore

"I hurt mc trying to be so humble about giving them a chance they ruined my and mc relationship"

Simeon just stared at the ground bearing himself up in his thoughts

Solomon and Raphael

on any other auction they would try to make simeon a bit better he doesn't deserve it

solomon mainly is smiling but something popped in his head

"say simeon,mammon didn't both of you say that demons can know when someone is lying and angel know when someone is good hearted I wonder why didn't you use that power?"

Raphael was even shocked once that phrase left solomon mouth but he couldn't help but agree it was true

"he has a point we have power to know when someone is being truthful with us yet you believe someone who time he wasn’t even as long as mine or thirteen time here yet you ignore someone who might as well know you for a few years now"

Mammon

he started crying violently running to mc hugging them

"mc I'm so so sorry I didn’t mean to ignore you please forgive me please!!"

he clinged on her tightly to the point she almost couldn't breathe

"MAMMON YOUR CHOCKING HER!"

he let go but rested his head against her shoulder sodding a apology through sobs

Diavolo and Barbatos

they don't speak for a bit but clearly agree with what solomon and Raphael had said

"Well you two are very much right but I like to apologize for almost believing the lies as I wouldn't want to be in mc position having people I trust fall for the smallest things with that being said I think we'd be better off with just two human students instead of three"

the new exchange student bags were already packed by the time anyone realized barbatos had disappeared and open a portal

once the exchange student left barbatos cleared his throat

"well now the problems gone I'll gladly make dinner for everyone since things have been so hectic"

Lucifer

he didn't react to much what was going on he was laser focus on mc

"I foolish let someone get between us she can never trust me again"

after the dinner party lucifer dragged mc into his room

once they were alone in his room she instantly "ew it fucking smells in here bleh it you get new candles?? they smell awful!"

he smirked the scoop her into his arm laying her on his bed buiring his face into her neck

"im so sorry for not believing you I know it's gonna take a lot to earn your forgiveness"

she was going to act cocky till she noticed that the others saw that they exposed themselves

kept making face to the others words

was suprised it took mammon so long to cling onto them

the minute barbatos offer to make dinner

"oh how could we not expect it I mean it be a waste to refuse your delicious food"

kept making joke towards simeon,mammon and lucifer

"awww did someone miss my warm hugs but knowing your sadistic ass it probably something else"

couldn't walk the next morning because of lucifer

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Is there a word for missing being in a shitty religion because it made you feel like you had a purpose? I dunno, it's just. I know it's a cult now, I never want to go back, but fuck if I don't miss actually Knowing who I am and what I'm supposed to do and feeling like I belong somewhere. Is that a thing that usually happens? Do you have any resources for dealing with it? I hope this isn't an inappropriate question.

This is normal! I haven't been a part of the church for probably more than a decade and sometimes I still wonder if I'd be happier being part of something where if you say the right things and make the right decisions you will be accepted, praised and loved.

It's both the positive and partially the negative of leaving - now you can decide who you want to be, what you want to do, who your friends are.

I think everyone who leaves a community, whether that community was religious or otherwise, whether it was healthy or not, experience this feeling of 'well, what do I do now?'

But the good news is that there will always be another group for you, whether you find them right away or not. Humans are social animals, and there are people who want you in their lives as much as you want to be in theirs. Finding them is the difficult part but it's so rewarding when you do.

My advice is find out what you like or what you want to learn and see if there is a community for it nearby!

This can be paid lessons like dancing, yoga, hiking groups, learning music or other languages, or it can be hobbies like cosplay, table top roleplaying, crafting, theater, etc. Learning a sport or doing local activism can also be a good way to get to know others (although be careful with activism, while it's a very good cause, it should not be a hobby and it can have its own complications)

If there's nothing in your immediate local area, try online communities! Online book clubs, writing groups, fandoms and roleplaying, music appreciation are good examples to start, lots of people there and many of them looking for newcomers to share their passions with.

Check out your local library or fandom stores (like comic book or cosplay shops) for smaller events - and Reddit has a lot of communities for basically anything you can come up with.

Feeling like you don't have a place is a very common feeling, even amongst those who aren't apostates. Everyone feels self conscious about not having enough friends - or not having ANY friends. We're told we need to belong somewhere to matter.

But in truth you have all the time in the world to find your people. You might find a group of friends and then it doesn't work out - friends leave or there are falling outs and it can feel like you're not cut out to have relationships. It's normal to not immediately find your soulmates, your BFFs, your found family on the first try. Keep trying! They are out there.

Edit: I recommend reading this article! Ask Polly: How Am I Supposed To Make Friends In My Late 20s?

#felix speaks #religious recovery #deconstruction #ex religious #excommunicated #deconversion #making friends #social skills #social tips

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So. u said you've got plenty of hcs for our man aran.

and like. mind listing some of those? to accompany narcis ones & stuff? ty!! 👀👀

- erporo

(first hc post here)

Ah ha ha ha ha @erporo

YOU FOOL

you've unleashed a complete monster!!!

*explodes and drops 4 pages of these where my body once was*

Okay so I'm gonna start with the long, convoluted backstory I gave him plus random life things tee hee

(For the purposes of this story, Aran's gonna use he/him throughout)

He was a bit of a surprise because he was born a bit earlier than expected. His parents were working out of town, on the island of Inis Mór (The largest of the Aran islands) and he ended up being born in some lady's garden on the 7th of April at 4 pm weighing exactly 8 pounds. (Take note of this, it will be important)

After taking him to a hospital, he was cleared for any problems, but as they left, his parents noticed that his birth certificate was messed up and went to get a new one from a hospital in their own county (This detail will be very important later)

Aran grows up on a sheep and goat farm in Donegal with his family. Irish ends up being his first language and he's stubborn on learning English. He learns to dance (Particularly Sean-nós) and play traditional instruments and grows a knack for painting, sculpting and drawing too.

His childhood is pretty normal for a poor farm kid living in a small village of only a few hundred people. He learns a lot about caring for animals and gets a lot of skill around farrier work (Taking care of horse hooves and making/fitting horseshoes). He also grows quite superstitious due to how much his grandmother teaches him and insists that the odd prevalence of 4 and 7 in his life are no mere coincidence.

He gets bullied in school and definitely ostracized by others but he pushes through as normal until he's 14. Only a month into his first year of high school, his grandfather dies out on the field and much of the flock and savings are stolen. His mother also gets seriously sick after having his youngest siblings and can't work for months due to poor care from a nurse.

So, as excited as he was to be in high school, Aran drops out and takes care of his siblings in his mother's place, willing to lose his education for the sake of theirs. During this time, he also gets extra money running errands and babysitting for locals.

During one babysitting gig, a woman who certainly doesn't live in town drops off quite a load of cash and her baby before leaving. She does not return until a year later to drop off another baby. Of course the Ryans are infuriated and end up adopting the boys as their 10th and 11th children respectively.

Aran becomes an extra parent to his siblings as his mother recovers, spending whatever free time he has either helping out or doing odd jobs to keep everyone alive. When his mom is okay again, and their lost flock found, it's been two years and a now 16 year old Aran can't return to school to any reasonable degree. He still has his odd jobs, but he now finds himself with a lot more free time. He ends up honing his art skills and starting a fight club with a gaggle of other kids to relieve stress.

This fight club stumbles into a bit of luck, when a crew of athletes end up stopping into the local pub and causing a scene. Aran and his friends end up using their skills, in part taken from collar and elbow wrestling, and get a handle on the adults and kick them out. Aran is particularly ferocious and his energy catches the attention of the men's manager.

Said manager returns a little while later and hunts all of the kids in the fight down and personally invites them to step into boxing. Aran proves himself as a capable fighter to the manager, taking on a low ranking adult and easily beating him. From there Aran is brought into the boxing world and brings in a healthy amount of money to his family

Of course, all this traveling leads him to coming across a load of interesting people, particularly trans people, and leads him to realize he's a trans man. His family is confused and unsupportive and an extremely angry and stifled Aran, already stressed from his abusive girlfriend, decides to run away at 19.

He ends up hitchhiking his way to Dublin, but there's one problem- he doesn't have a birth certificate

Unfortunately, all those years ago, his parents never got a new one, despite many years of trying and that left poor Aran in legal limbo. 'Luckily' for him, he gets a break when, in return for boxing for a shady group, he's offered a litany of fake documents and get on his way to a career and transitioning.

For 3 years, this is Aran's life, boxing with a fake id and a fake life, transitioning, and paying half his salary to this group. He's comfortable, but he's sad. He misses his family and is growing to hate his employers. So he phones home.

His eldest sister picks up and almost screams when she realizes who it is. They talk about what's happened since he left an make plans to break it to their parents and grandma gently with the rest of their sibling's help.

When Aran calls the second time, he gets to have a long conversation with his mom, dad, and grandma- a lot of apologies pass around, everyone cries at least three times, and they're all happy that he's still okay. His parents and grandma finally accept him and offer to bring him home. But there's still the problem of the shady gang that got him his faked documents.

After a bit of planning, Aran heads home, with the leader of the gang in tow, promising a grand gift for all the help he's given Aran.

This is a trap.

Aran leads him into the local pub, where the gang leader is threatened by about a hundred odd people with various weapons. The leader surrenders, accepts some money to keep quiet and not bother Aran anymore and leaves.

Aran, now back home, continues his career, doing fights across nearby towns and occasionally dipping into Galway or Dublin for big fights, giving his money to his family.

From here the WVBA takes quick notice of him. They offer him a job in New York and, seeing the paycheck and line of work, Aran can't bring himself to refuse. So he goes, his documents still fake, and gets the job without a hitch. Of course, he also starts cheating, knowing the ranks of the wvba are filled with cheaters galore, going as far as to steal form the nypd's horses for his weapons.

All this goes fine until one day he slips up in front of his manager, stating his real age instead of the one listed on all of his documents. He backtracks and then resorts to pleading, terrified he's gonna be kicked out of the country but Mr dream is a good guy and not only allows him to stay, but petitions for him to get corrected stuff specifically so he can stay.

^ (this excludes some details but is the main deal)

His entire life revolves around the numbers 7 and 4 (Among other luck symbols). From the moment he was born they were big factors in his life. No one in his family is quite sure why he specifically has such 'luck' but they all have their theories-

His siblings think half of it is a strange, if cool, coincidence while the other is of his own subconscious doing (Such as owning/making/doing things in sets of 4 or 7 exactly)

Mam and da think it's a little supernatural, maybe a little gift of luck from god

His gran is special: she's sure it's the work of faeries and told him as much growing up. Grandad didn't have as strong belief as her but also encouraged said thinking. He liked letting his first grandchild feel special and learn to love the magic in the mundane. Gran firmly believes it's a gift and a blessing that he should appreciate- it's not often that faeries bless humans after all

But not everyone in his family thinks of it so well… While his da's family is more cool headed about all of it, his ma's (Or rather his ma's sister and mother) are very uncool about it

They're kinda fanatic and the type of people who look at shit like Wizard 101 and claim its the work of Satan.

Although his maternal grandma wasn't allowed to see him because of such behavior, his aunt was. The first thing she did when she heard her mother-in-law's theory that he was blessed by faeries, she put little Aran in a box with a bit of iron and left him in a nearby field to die. (Great lady, I know.)

Luckily Aran was found quickly (Exactly 12 minutes later) and his aunt was banned from the house. Aran's aunt and maternal grandma still act as if he's the devil to this day.

His mental health (And generally the mental health of his family) is... so bad. They're the types who are very used to it so they never question things like obvious signs of adhd or autism because it's so normal to them.

Aran himself is really hard to diagnose not only cause he's very wary abt doctors, but because his symptoms are very volatile and all over the place.

Pinning them down under one diagnosis is really hard cause like he's got obsessions/compulsions like he has ocd (Mostly around superstition, luck and 'bad luck')

A phobia of the number 13 and similar symbols of bad luck

Has nightmares and definitely panic attacks around causing himself bad luck and traumatic events in his life He's had bouts of paranoia

And when he's paranoid he also tends to develop delusions and occasionally hallucinate as well (Mostly these come on top of things triggering him or if he hasn't taken good care of himself)

All this on top of adhd and autism

He does get help eventually tho.

As an adult, he has nightmares when left to sleep alone, which is actually from a traumatizing incident where a guy just tried to kidnap him when he was little

Now for other random things:

Very bitter and untrustworthy towards all people because he's been very ostracized by the world, but rich people get the worst of his anger (esp if they're British). This is a HUGE character flaw of his that, with a lot of time and effort he learns to let go of and stop being a shithead.

He can get very defensive and aggressive towards people as a safety mechanism for himself

He gets quite heated in debates, esp politics and history, and has punched people more than once

While aran has a serious sailor's mouth, he actually scolds kids when they swear- big brother instinct

His twin siblings have a similar bit of 'luck' with the number 2- though not to the extent he has

Because of his falsified documents, the age listed on his profile and his weight are both wrong (The wvba in general is shit at keeping proper track of this shit). In reality, he's 200 lbs and 28.

He does not trust doctors at all- he isn't an antivaxxer or anything, but he'd never willingly enter a hospital

Aran likes the smell of irish spring a lot so he wears it

He also likes lucky charms- first ironically but then the marshmallows got to him

He uses 'poggers' as a covert/cutesy nickname for kisses (cause pog in irish means kiss)

Aran would live in a very cluttered, run down apartment, full of knicknacks and posters and covered in his dirty laundry and dog toys

Aran either smells like potatoes beer and fresh cut grass, a sweaty sewer, or peat metal and a nice hint of vanilla- really depends on the day

Believes in zodiac stuff because of his superstition

Aran can fall asleep to pretty much any song sung by a woman with a deep voice (Ex: fast car by tracy chapman) because it reminds him of his mom's singing :)

He has a bit of a nicotine habit, but curbs the effects of cigs when he really needs one by sharing it with someone else

Aran sees the entire world circuit and eventually everyone in branch a as some sort of family

Aran sometimes forgets to eat/doesn't have the energy to cook every so often- so he just makes a big bowl of instant mashed potatoes and eats it in one sitting

Aran named his flail Macha, after an irish goddess of war and death and horses. He loves it to death and treats it as a good luck charm!

He likes horses and goats a lot- they're some of his favorite animals

He's also a not-so-secret fan of cheeseburgers, it's his favorite food lmao

has read homestuck and stans gamzee

Aran has a flip phone for a long time cause in his house the wall phone was the most recent piece of tech they had- so handheld stuff scared him

he still types like an old man

During the off season, he becomes p unrecognizable- letting hair (esp beard) grow out and packing on pounds. He honestly looks indistinguishable from his dad

One of his favorite bands is the dropkick murphys

He doesn't mid bras but he hates underwire and thinks it's evil

He's either a funny drunk or a broody drunk, depending on who he's with

Aran LOVES his beer- he's a bit of a snob about it actually

He's also big on coffee

If you don't think this man wouldn't jump at the chance to roll down a hill and play in a meadow, you're wrong

if he gets the chance to, he'll always make a flower crown

All his siblings have 'm' names except the youngest two, he did as well before he changed it, but he still responds to various nicknames related to his old name

Because of his phobia of the number 13- he used to be scared of sandman

Although he's superstitious around them, he doesn't hate black animals or even think of hurting them like some other people. Instead he'll 'fix' his luck by seeking out a white animal of the same type (Black cat cross his path? Seek out a white cat to pet to fix the luck)

He has a few paces of iron jewelry he takes with him everywhere... just to be safe

he's been arrested more times than he can count- mostly for small things like vandalizing, petty theft, fighting a cop, etc.

One of his favorite stims is tapping his head- it helps him focus

Aran sometimes forgets things he just said, or straight up doesn't register words coming out of his mouth- that 'pretty like my sister' comment was just random word jumble and didn't mean anything

#aran ryan #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #I love doing these #sorry for the late response- school and sickness took me out lmao #that's right #4 pages wooo!!!#I'm batshit about this guy!!!!#my hcs

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Kiss Me More | Ch 4-5 | {Ornament}

AN: Last part!

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“Fuck,” You pull away, reaching towards your ears. The once cold sting of the gold bracelet on your wrist was also absent. “You know what? Well played. I can’t even be mad.” “Welcome to the club.” Bruce chuckles, pulling you into your dance once more. "I'll have them replaced." During the silence that follows, you manage something else to say. “I think it’s cool,” You blurt out. Bruce simply raises an eyebrow at you, and you quickly backpedal. “No! No, not the…Selina stuff. Though you have to admit-" Bruce cuts you off with your name. “I mean the rail. And making the busses run for free was a complete stroke of genius. Everyone who really needs it can get a reliable ride to work, and all the uptown types who are terrified of poor people pay to take the nice new rail, which funds the busses-“ “I can do a little bit without the mask,” Bruce interjects, mirth in his voice.

It’s fucking genuine, and it makes you smile. “I’m proud of you, you know.” He continues, though he looks a little uncomfortable saying it. “I’ve always been proud. I know we don’t spend much time together, but-" “I understand,” you say, strictly out of politeness. It’s true and it’s not. You don’t want him to be too busy for you, and you don’t love being excluded from the ‘family business’. You just want time with him, the man your mother admired so much that she trusted you with him even knowing about the cape and cowl. “Just like…thanks. For taking me in and stuff. I know we've been having a lot of disagreements lately, and you have a lot going on, but I appreciate you looking after me-” “You’re my daughter.” Bruce says, with no hesitation. “You don’t need to give me some big speech. I don’t know what in the world compelled your mother to trust you with me, but I’m glad that she did.” “Well, she was hardly ever in her right mind,” you joke, and it makes Bruce crack a smile. “Everyone thought the whole funeral-of-the-century thing was totally nuts.” “Everyone who didn’t know her like we did,” Bruce assures you. “I think she was onto something. It was…a good last memory. “ There was a question you had that hung in the air. Once that you’d never had the courage to ask. So you let it end there. You may never really know what the inside of Bruce's head looked like. And if you were honest, you didn't really need to know. At the end of the day, you were content with what you had-the promise of a dead woman who loved you, and her reclusive billionaire best friend.

“Chelsea Conroy left a bloodied rabbits foot in my locker today. On one hand, I can’t really blame her. I mean, really. Everyone’s gone mad ever since I rocked up to dance on the arm of Bruce Wayne. He may be kind of a serious guy, but even I'll admit that he's hot enough to drive anyone crazy. On the other hand, it wasn’t like the paw of a squirrel or a raccoon or some kind of local bird she found crushed on the side of the road. I mean, it was a nice rabbit. White fur and everything. Jesus, I hope she didn’t buy a rabbit just to pull some sort of Godfather jr. shit on me. I wouldn’t put it past her, though. I’m a girls girl, but Chelsea is a D1 hater. And apparently an animal dismember-er. I wish my parents had just sent me to public school instead. These rich kids are serial killers in the making, and if Bruce doesn’t stop hanging around with his handsome face, I can’t be sure I’ll even make it to graduation. I told Bruce to let it go. He's stubborn as an ox, but I'm worse. He offered to help me bury the poor thing afterschool. There's family cemetery behind his manor, with a small section for pets. He said we could name the rabbit posthumously, even if we don’t have the whole body. I’m going to take him up on his offer. It's so fucking weird, but also? So…thoughtful.”- 12.03.2001

#v.fic #Kiss Me More

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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yay happy 500! i've been a reader of yours since you started, congrats on coming so far, you deserve it! <3

as for the matchup..

APPEARANCE: i'm relatively average in height, like 5'4. i'm a little chubby and have a baby face (save me). notable things are that i have smaller than average hands, i have a lot of moles and pretty heavy eyebags. my hair is past my shoulders and is curly and wavy. i wear fun shaped glasses and different themes of dangly earrings. my sense of style is simple but enough to express myself.

PERSONALITY: i'm very shy with new people. i dont unless spoken to and i even hide behind people i trust in social situations. i overthink and worry a lot. but when im talking to people i trust im very loud, talkative and annoying. i like pestering my friends but never meanly, and i always apologize if i go too far. i like making people laugh. my sense of humor sucks and i laugh at almost anything. i'm also very jumpy and reactionary. i'm very emotional and i cry from strong emotions, even when i feel positively about something. i have a temper and get annoyed easily and i have frequent mood swings. i'm pretty passive though and i don't like conflict and am not physically aggressive.

LIKES: i like music, video games, collecting, drawing and playing instruments. i play guitar and piano and want to pick up bass. i also sing. i collect things from my interests and also just things i think are cute. i love anything cute and sometimes i feel aggressive (like not violently, like squeezing) towards cute things, sometimes i also feel overwhelmed with cuteness and i cry. i love cats the most but i also love other animals and sea creatures. i don't like being talked down to or treated as less than. i also don't like being outcasted or avoided. i like cool bugs but HATE house pests like flies and roaches. i also don't like bitter things or veggies. i love sweets, especially sour candy and ice cream and pastries.

OTHER: i'm hyperactive or super out of it like all the time. sometimes i feel like running around everywhere but sometimes i feel like sleeping even if it's in an inconvenient spot or situation. im always moving or fidgeting- i bite my nails and hum mostly. i'm not great with feelings but i try my best and try to show that i care. romantic situations make me feel nervous but i don't oppose things and can be really affectionate in private.

also side note plz don't match with idia or lilia! thank you!! sorry it's lengthy

i match you with kalim-al aism!!!

it's no problem to him if initially you're more standoff-ish and quiet. he's kalim of course he's still going to go out of his way to talk to you and befriend you. especially when he finds out more about you. he could catch you practicing and playing the piano in the music room and (moment of him being completely mesmerized hehe). he'd apologize quickly if he startled you and go on excitedly that you're talented with instruments. considering he is a part of the light music club he is ecstatic. nothing but compliments and praise for your talent from him. he is either inviting you to join or just come watch one of their performances a lot.

so even when before the two of you got together, he treated you as if you've known him for years. don't feel nervous about not having a partner for an assignment in class if he's there- because he's immediately waving to you and making his way asking if you would want to work with him. if he sees you walk into a room, he visibly lights up and calls for you.

more often than not, he's inviting you to sleepovers at scarabia with him... his bed is the coziest thing. he is content with curling up in bed with you and talking tiredly. he definitely buys you plushies... like A LOT ever since you practically sobbed over him getting you one of your favorite animals. they're found all over his bedroom.

he always finds himself getting into slight trouble and crazy moments at school, due to his spontaneous self. he means well but there are times like when he lost his magic carpet and dragged you all over campus to help him find it.

kalim loves listening to you-- besides, he is equally as talkative. he feels so good knowing that he's someone you began to feel comfortable around to be more open. and kalim remembers everything, you could mention something offhandedly and bring it up like "oh! right you liked those..." weeks later.

#twst #twst x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim #matchups #thank u!!!!!!!!

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HermitCraft, a magical and wondrous world in the greater MineCraft server hub. Every day has new adventures, new shenanigans and a strange series of riddles here and there. Quests are abound; are you ready to join the party?

Series Involved: HermitCraft, Evo SMP, Empires SMP & The Life SMP mixed with LoliRock, Miraculous, les Aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir, Mysticons & Winx Club.

"Hermit Heroes" is a multi-fandom idea that combines the above SMPs together with lore and concepts from the above TV shows to make this absolute monstrosity of an alternative universe. I...really don't have a better explanation outside of "I like these shows and I got too into combining them together" so...enjoy I guess.

Anyway, onto the actual thing. It primarily takes place in the HermitCraft world (a big combo of all seasons worlds into one big thing) with guest appearances by other folks of other SMPs here and there, and sometimes even going to those SMPs. The lore of Empires is heavily intertwined alongside Evo's lore to make this very magical-girl-superhero-action plot of different groups working to achieve a goal. The big thing though is the Watchers, the Listeners and the species that makes them as they place a giant role in the story like some season-long villain.

Now, to the best part, the characters. These are just the mains for now and they're aren't super detailed at the moment as I'm still working out all of the notes and information gathering needed. And a thing to note, I grouped all of the main characters up to keep track of them easier. I find that large casts are OK so long as they're digestible and easy to remember with manageable groups and such.

The groups and the show they're from are as follows: The Yes Wings Club & The No Wings Club (Winx Club), Ephedian Empresses (LoliRock), Hermit Heroes/Miraculous Mob Wranglers (Miraculous Ladybug) and Three Musketeers (Mysticons).

The Yes Wings Club & The No Wings Club

Grian: Grian's apart of 3 different groups: The Yes Wings Club, the No Wings Club and the Hermit Heroes/Miraculous Mob Wranglers. He is the Witch of Chaos, Fairy of the Ardent Sun and the hero Red Rooster a.k.a Poultry Man the hero of Entropy. He's also a Watcher named Xelqua, but that's not important...right? Grian is someone unable to be bound to one thing, always many things at once and watching what madness may occur from his multitude of powers.

Cleo (ZombieCleo) & Etho (EthosLab): The two other members of the No Wings Club (no Iskall, sorry. I know he's the actual founder but he doesn't really work in this version of the group. He has his own thing). Their name, besides being a play on the Yes Wings Club and the actual No Wings Club, also works to describe them because witches don't have wings and don't need them to fly, whereas fairies do.

Cleo is the Witch of Puppetry, able to manipulate both inanimate and animate to people's...delight.

Etho is the Witch of Mystery with darkness, deception, trickery and stealth as his domain.

Impulse (ImpulseSV), Wels (Welsknight), Pearl (PearlescentMoon), Scar (GoodTimesWithScar), Tango (TangoTek) & Jimmy (SolidarityGaming): The many members of the Yes Wings Club with the canon founding members and my own personal additions. These people (and eventually Jimmy) make up the Yes Wings Club, with their sparkly fairy wings (natch, given the name) and sparkly outfits.

Impulse is the Fairy of Lightning, able to harness the power of electricity to shock his foes and fly through the sky; just don't high-five him when he lands.

Wels is the Fairy of Metal, defending his friends with the power of sword, shield and steel beams flying at you.

Pearl is the Fairy of the Gleaming Moon (Pearl, Fairy of the Pearlescent Moon just doesn't sound right sadly, and all other synonyms were too long) and can use the powers of the moon itself such as light, reflection, truesight and moon big; watch out for gravity.

Scar is the Fairy of Nature (or Landscaping, or some other word if I can find one that fits) and with the power of his fairy animal Jellie, he can teraform any enemies back where they belong, or accidentally unleash Scarra again.

Newest fairy on the block is Tango, Fairy of Redstone, flying through battle with pulses, power or he'll just yeet a massive pile of dust in your face, whichever works (he's the team's Tecna basically).

And then there's Jimmy, a later addition down the line who finds himself to be the Fairy of Animals...and maybe something more.

Ephedian Empresses

Gem (GeminiTay) & Stress (StressMonster101): Two princesses searching for their third, each hailing from a series of kingdoms that once were a part of the grand empire of Ephedia, thousands of years ago.

Gem, the princess of Dawn and master slayer with her lovely demeanor and lovelier head collection of every foe who's ever threatened her friends, family and subjects.

Stress, the princess of Allimonstrum is all for getting gorgeous and getting together with friends, being a bubbly and outgoing friend to all or a monstrous nightmare of pure power to all who oppose her.

Hermit Heroes/Miraculous Mob Wranglers

Doc (Docm77) & Zedaph: The animal hero and "anti-hero" of the server, the Hermit Heroes are here to wrangle mobs in a miraculous manner or save the day.

Zedaph, a.k.a. Worm Man is the hero of Renovation with his Kwami "Aannee", able to dig through the Earth and save the city with his shovel and the art of confusion fu.

Doc a.k.a. Ziegrün is the hero-sometimes-villain of Empowerment with his Kwami "Kapper" and trusty goat horn, capable of empowering as many creatures as Doc sees fit whether it be to mess with some Hermits, help a hero out or akumatize a particularly upset Hermit into causing chaos, though Doc swears that he would never do such a thing.

Three Musketeers

False (FalseSymmetry from HermitCraft), Sausage (MythicalSausage from Empires) & fWhip (from Empires): The trio of Mysticons searching for their Ranger, this band of heroes have sworn to protect the Empires of new and old, as well as a certain land of hermits from danger.

False is the Mysticon Knight, always searching for her fellow team members with a broken Dragon Disc and no Codex in sight, but even with all the trials and tribulations, the queen of heads, hearts and body parts refuses to fall to darkness.

Sausage is the Mysticon Dragon Mage, also searching for a certain knight to aid in the quest for the Codex and the magic stolen from his history by more than just an angry king.

fWhip is the Mysticon Striker, a goblin who saw three gold rings one day, went "mine!" and nominated himself Striker, though the Disc did vouch for him so he thankfully got to stay.

And with this playlist for the AU linked here, I leave this place with everything you read here.

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manonamora-if-reviews · 7 months

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One Knight Stand by A. Hazard

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It's another humdrum day as the weekend winds to its inevitable end. The pandemic has stretched on for a decade now. A new serial killer stalks the streets. A ghost haunts your dreams. And your polo club is waiting. Exactly as expected. Just ignore the sounds in your living room. Just ignore that shadow scuttling across the floor. Just ignore the lies of the 'friend' whose known you for years. He's lying. She's lying. That stranger on the street is lying. And the voices whispering in your mind are definitely lying. Even this blurb is lying. But that's fine… Y̸̷̶̷̸̷̷̷̥͑̅̌̔̉ͯo̼̩̖̓ͪ̽͢ǔ̢͢͏̫͕͋'͎̬́͐ͥ᷇͢r̉͏͍̾᷉̓̓e͓͕ͦ̿᷅͆͠ l̜̻̈̅̃͢͞y̡̬͙̪̦̦ͧi̘᷅̓͒̐̍͑n̰͈᷅ͯͥͨ͜g̯᷾̒̑᷄̕͟ t̶̙͍̏͊᷈͠o̙̟ͦ̏̄ͭ͂ő̶͎̘̝̂

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One Knight Stand is a ChoiceScript game, submitted to the 2023 Edition of the IFComp.

Status: Completed Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy

CW: Violence, Language, Mature Themes, Body Horror, Mind Control -/ sound effect, animated elements.

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Played: 3-Oct-2023 Playtime: around 1h30 (one playthrough) Rating: - [IFComp vote] Thoughts: Will probably be a ChoiceofGame darling

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Sitting at over 400k total words, One Knight Stand is quite a sizeable game, with extensive branching. It also is a demo (prologue + 1st chapter), meant to be part of a longer series. Characterised as a mashup between Among Us and Arthurian lore, the story will twist and turn at every corner. I found one Dead End.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

The game is very much anchored in the ChoiceofGame style of interactive fiction, with its extensive, almost overwhelming, character creation, lengthy playthroughs, and variation galore. Replay value seems to be an important part of this entry, due to the many many choices available (some are even locked depending on previous choices).

While the amount of available content is impressive (400k for a single chapter is massive), the pace of the story is at times painfully slow. In part due to the extensive nature of the character creation. From requiring you to confirm every single character-building choice, to going into details about some trivial options (like the shade of your favourite colour has a dozen of option per hue), it often felt unnecessary and tiresome (be prepared for choice-fatigue here...).

The entry starts pretty intriguing, with a spooky nightmare set in an Arthurian setting, with a bone-chilling feeling that continues to follow you throughout the rest of the chapter (with creepy voices and creepy feelings)*. To balance it out, the prose strive to add humour when it can, from mentions of or punny winks about mainstream media (Knights of Our Lives, lol), to taking an almost sarcastic or parody approach to some situations**. The balance was not quite there, however, making me question whether the story was supposed to be primarily comedy or horror. *I had a bit checked-out by the time the horror started to pick up. ** It's kinda funny a fast-food server can be part of a Polo club...

While I was not particularly fan of the pronoun switch between the main text (you) and the choice list (I), as it sometimes broke the flow of reading, the formatting of the more horror-y beats (especially the ones with creepy sounds or anxious feelings) helped keeping things fresh. Another thing I hope will be used further into the game was the phone element, specifically the texting side-"game". The options of sending back messages were pretty funny (yay for creepypasta).

For a ChoiceofGame style game, it has a pretty solid base and I suspect it could become quite popular with CoG fans. But I don't think it's my kind of game (I was almost relieved when I reached the end, even if it wasn't a "good" one).

I'm calling it now: you are the long lost child of the Phone Company CEO.

#One Knight Stand #A. Hazard #interactive fiction #complete #2023 #review #ifcomp #choicescript game

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Tagged by @rivetgoth to do my URL as song titles! Like in an acrostic way. Hold on, because once I start talking about music it's hard for me to shut up!

B - "Breathe" by Night Sins - One of my favorites of theirs. The new single has reminded me that I was obsessed with them throughout 2022 and part of 2023. Their music is pretty derivative, in the best way -- many of their songs sound like they were perhaps based on certain classic goth-adjacent songs. This one makes me think of "This Time of Night" by New Order.

L - "Life Itself" by Glass Animals - We first heard this song live in 2016, maybe a week or two after it was released. The show was fantastic. Their second album hadn't come out just yet (let alone "Heat Waves"!) and so nearly all of the songs we heard were from their first album, which I WORE OUT in 2014. But this song made an immediate impression. Somehow everyone in the audience apart from us already knew all the words, lol. I remember hearing everyone sing along and asking Brock, "What is this song and how does everyone know it?" but dancing like an idiot anyway. Eight years later I'm still not tired of it.

A - "Atlas Air" by Massive Attack - I have been trying to convince people that this album (Heligoland) had good songs on it, and I've been using this as a prime example. It's a perfect slow burn at nearly eight minutes long. I love the Middle Eastern influences that echo the subject matter and the explosive payoff of the outro.

C - "Cowgirl" by Underworld - A club classic for a reason! I have other favorite Underworld songs nowadays, but this one always goes over really well on the dance floor. Another excellent slow burn. Such good vibes and everyone loves it. You probably know it from Hackers, lol.

K - "Komboloy" by A-Head - I guess this is an X Marks the Pedwalk side project? I've only ever heard it in clubs in OKC, but it's another one that always gets people on the dance floor. My best friend heard it in my car one time and said the vocalist "woke up and decided to sound like a monster from the Labyrinth." I can't deny it.

C - "Close (to the Edit)" by the Art of Noise - I will die on the hill of referring to this song as EBM, lol. I first heard this on VH1 Classic and mostly remembered it because of the weird video. Heard it at a club in Tulsa a few years ago and was reminded that the song is also super cool. Later I found out it was also huge in '80s breakdancing circles, which is interesting to me with all the car sputtering, chainsaw noises, and the heavier beat.

H - "Happy up Here" by Royksopp - This is what the inside of my head sounds like when I'm staring off into space.

A - "Alive in the Night" by Sacred Skin - I love how danceable this band is, which is why it's funny that this is my second favorite of their songs. It is not danceable. It's like a goth power pop ballad. But the chorus gives me major goosebumps and I'll be damned if I can resist singing along in the car. Has one of my favorite bridges, too!

N - "New Decision" by Manufacture - A new favorite! IT'S SO CATCHY. I want this to be a club hit, but alas, it's 33 years old and that has not happened yet to my knowledge. I only heard it because I heard a couple of songs by this band and decided on a whim to listen to their two albums. Synthpop from the '90s is so tragically overlooked.

T - "True Colours" by Kite - One of my spring 2022 songs which means it's sometimes a little hard to listen to -- I was in the middle of a major crisis at the time, and the song is sad enough as it is. But this is my favorite example of Kite's DENSE synthscapes and brooding vibes. Listen when you're feeling wistful but like in a depressed way, lol.

I - "Iris" by TR/ST - Actually my favorite song by them! Now that I think of it, it's not dissimilar to the last song as it has the really thick-sounding synths, slow pulsating beat, and kind of bittersweet vibe. I WILL attempt to dance to it if I hear it played out (which has happened exactly once) even though it's like 90 bpm.

L - "L'appel du Vide" by Actors - I generally like them, but this song in particular is SO catchy and upbeat despite the darker lyrics. It is always getting stuck in my head. When people ask for examples of good newer post-punk I usually direct them to this song in particular.

L - "Land of Rape and Honey" by Ministry - This is one I've passively liked for a while, but then one of our local DJs started playing it semi-regularly and I remembered it existed and how much I enjoyed it. I've been listening to it a lot this spring. This is slightly on the heavier side of what I would normally listen to, but I adore the mechanical beat and the creatively used string sample. Also I appreciate that it's clearly a dance song and not as rock-oriented as some of the other songs on this album.

Y - "Young" by the Soft Moon - Still really sad about this guy dying. What a loss for the goth/industrial scene. This was one of my very favorites on this album; it really showcased his fusion of the post-punk and industrial genres. The slow, menacing beat is really effective.

I don't usually tag people on these, so if you want to do it then consider yourself tagged!

#(music)

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occultpuppy · 2 years

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So, some things I've been doing in my game lately to help me feel better connected/not bored have really been helping create a better connection with the world as a whole, to the point I've been heavily debating rotational gameplay! Let me tell you, I aint felt that connected to my sims in a VERY long time so I consider this an improvement!

Things that helped me feel better about my game/made it fun for me again:

No more speed 3. Stop it. What was the point of the devs making those animations if you ain't even gonna watch? Force yourself to only use speed 1 if your sim ain't asleep or at work, plus your game will run better!

Custom holidays! Update EVERY holiday and really contemplate what you want to achieve out if the holiday. I recommend the 'No Awful Holidays' mod as a fairly realistic/grateful change. Say your sim doesn't feel like celebrating or maybe doesn't like a particular holiday? This means you can also go WILD and add so many new cool holidays! Some holidays I've added; Frog Day, Mental Boost Day, Good Karma Day, Summer Break, Fall Activity Day, Conservation Day, Days specifically for each occult, etc! I'll list more holiday traditions below as well!

Speaking of which, clubs are a great way to create a solid friend group and make them really utilitarian to what skills and relationships you need to boost. Want to get ahead in your career? Coworker group outings! Family needs a park daytrip? There's a club for that! Here are a list of expanded club activities to help you make a club for just about anything!

Give your sims routines! I make it a point now to make my sim go to the bathroom, wash their hands, brush their teeth and get a shower every day. Let's at least give them a better life than depression lol

Changing their style often! Don't get me wrong, I know you worked hard to make your sim perfect the first time but how many times have you changed in your life? How many hair cut styles and colors have you tried? And MCCC is your friend. Use that copy and paste feature in the dresser section to copy your sims current makeup, hair and accessories to cross post to your other outfits and thrive! (This last part is only helpful if you don't want your sims pillow to be covered in lipstick lol)

Take so many pictures. I'm actually not much of a picture taker but I've found taking more pictures has made me feel like I was there for their memories and that's sweet lol it also makes me more invested because I can go back and realize just how much time I've dedicated to my sim. This can be good or bad :p

Playing with walls up. Look I totally used to be a half wall/walls down type but once again, why did you decorate those walls if you wasn't gonna look at em? Plus really gives you that /godmodevibe/

Save often. Crashes suck and I am a spam saver during gameplay but am the worst when it comes to building 🙃 I try to do better but it's hard sometimes and I learn the hard way lol

Go out WAY MORE!! I am a hermit in my real life and I tend to stay 'lot-locked' jut bc I hate the loading screens. Place some of those amazing community lots from the gallery down and explore! More pictures! More memories and more options for story telling; anything can happen in the public lol

That's all I got for now. I hope this helps somebody bc these changes have really amped up my experience!

#Ts4 #The sims #Sims #The sims gameplay #Sims gameplay tips #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 mods #optalks'

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senshi-9 · 7 months

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Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @touchoffleece! This was a pleasant surprise!

Three Ships:

-Sulemio (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury) - Gosh, this was one of those that took me by surprise. I was already interested about the 'new mainline Gundam series with its first female protagonist!'. The whole 'Witch from Mercury' title also sounded so cool. And after watching the prologue which left me in tears, I was already sold. Come first episode, I was absolutely not expecting the Utena inspirations, and my jaw dropped at that end with Miorine calling Suletta her groom. Seeing how their relationship changed from beginning to end was wonderful, and I love how much they complement each other. -Kumirei (Sound! Euphonium) - This one I know is a bit prickly nowadays, but I was keeping up with the anime as it aired, and it was something I wasn't expecting at all out of Eupho. The trailers and promo images had me going, "Okay, so KyoAni's doing K-On but with concert band. This'll be a cute slice of life to keep up with!" Wrong. I found Kumiko to be such a relatable protagonist with the whole being kind of scarred from pursuing something she enjoyed and growing to come off as nonchalant about it (playing the euphonium and then with what happened in middle school, wanting to distance herself from it), and then when given that spark (in the form of Reina), she grows to find the drive to genuinely want to stick with her craft and improve. That scene where Kumiko runs to the bridge repeating "umaku naritai" was so powerful, I felt. I loved the dynamic between her and Reina, and while I understand a lot of frustrations people felt with season 2, I do enjoy re-watching the series seeing how they grow and influence one another. Special shout-out to the other Eupho ships, AsuKao and NozoMizo (have you SEEN Liz to Aoi Tori??? One of my all-time favorite movies) -Widowtracer (Overwatch) - This gets a mention because while I was always a fan of things, I never really participated in fandom until getting into this niche part of the Overwatch fandom. While my excitement for OW2 died after all that had happened, I'm happy to have made some close friends during what I felt was the height of all the OW excitement, and it was through there that I got a similar drive to Kumiko (mentioned in the above ship) in that I got back into drawing and wanted to seriously improve.

First Ship Ever: oh gosh, I think it was back in high school? Haruhi and Mori from Ouran High School Host Club.

Last Song: Black Classical Music ft. Venna & Charlie Stacey by Yussef Dayes. From Yussef's latest album. If you're into jazz, definitely give this album a listen.

Last Movie: Joyland.

Currently Reading: Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places. It's a collection of talks, essays, and more from my favorite author, Ursula K. LeGuin. I always enjoy her talks and essays, and while not my favorite collection, it's still a good read (highly recommend The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination - that would be my favorite collection of her talks and essays)

Currently Playing: Baldur's Gate 3

Currently Watching: For the currently-airing season of anime, Sousou no Frieren (been reading the manga, so this was my most-hyped for the fall season of anime!) and Overtake!. Also waiting on Apothecary Diaries to start airing. Had recently wrapped up Undead Girl Murder Farce from last season, and that was such a fun series.

Currently Consuming: trying out this mango mead from B. Nektar

Currently Craving: a burger from my hometown

People I want to know better but don't have to participate: I'm a bit shy to tag some people, so I will refrain

#tag game

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vagueandominousvibes · 1 year

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Teddy bear, meow? :D

What a cute lil ask list!!

Hi Mina, it really is cute!! :D

Teddy bear — Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them!

Oh my gods I own too many. My childhood bedroom has a shelf entirely dedicated to plushies, and there were even more on my bed. When I moved in with my partner I brought five (three sleep on my side, two on my partner's), which I'm going to tell you about:

The Dalmatian. This one never got a name. I picked it out at a shop at the airport in Copenhagen when I was two, and refused to leave the shop until mum and dad bought it for me. The neck is so worn that the fur has worn off in a patch, and I doubt I'd be able to get it repaired, but I love it and bring it with me every time I travel anywhere for more than one night. If I sleep alone in a dark room, I usually place the Dalmatian between myself and the edge of the bed to feel safe.

The Uni Bear. It looks like a small version of Winnie the Pooh, with a red t-shirt that has the name of my undergrad uni on it. This was a graduation gift I haven't been able to make myself part with.

Leo. Leo was my first dog. He was a white chihuahua mum found at a shelter. He was my very best friend (sorry @foolsbangle :p), until he died of a heart attack a few days before my final IB exams. The two years it took me to do IB, I lived in Birmingham, and couldn't bring Leo with me, so mum sowed a white hairy plushie that looks more like a pillow than anything else, but it was supposed to be a reminder of Leo. Now, this is the only Leo I've got, and I keep him tucked under my pillows at night.

The Denim Whale. I came across the sewing pattern for a denim whale about the same time as I wore holes in a pair of beloved denim trousers, so I decided to turn the trousers into a whale. I'm still pretty happy with the result, and my partner sometimes uses it as a pillow.

The Seal. Remember my old pfp? That was a close-up photo of a seal plushie An gave me a couple of years ago, based on my D&D ranger's animal companion, the fearsome sea lion Isolde (she's a baby and we love her). My partner loves seals, so he's more or less claimed her for his side of the bed, but she's still mine.

Meow — Share a random fact about yourself, please

Let's see ... I, uuuh ... used to be a martial arts trainer? I did Tae-Kwon Do (Korean martial arts, if I remember correctly) until I moved to Birmingham. I was one or two examinations off a red belt, so I got the basic training to be a trainer and came along to the kids' classes to help out. I never particularly enjoyed sparring (I hated having to hit others), but I really loved the arranged patterns (it felt like dancing), and it was a thing I got share with An, which I really appreciated. One of the reasons I didn't find a new Tae-Kwon Do club in Birmingham was probably that they weren't there, and it just felt wrong to keep going without them.

#kalh answers #ok those were really fun to answer :)#thank you so much for asking mina!! <3

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imtryingmybeskar · 2 years

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Drabble 10 - Eddie. Eddie x GN! Reader. TW for non-con blood drinking and blood in general.

My starting point with this was "What if Eddie hadn't immediately run into the Slayer when he was turned?"

At 1457 words this is more of a ficlet but oh well. I know Buffy vamps tend not to turn this quickly but allow me my licence. I wrote this when feverishly sick too so I'm sorry for any errors.

The second worst day of your life occurred when the sun was beating down gloriously upon a picture perfect image of suburbia. Your best friend had left you standing on his parents' lawn on that beautiful, bright day, the weather mocking your quietly breaking heart as you waved at his departing car until it was a smudgy dot on the horizon.

And even though you'd spoken on the phone every day in the month since he had been gone, and even though you cursed yourself every time you hung up for not telling him how you felt before he'd gone, you still weren't brave enough to make that leap.

It was time for drastic measures.

One morning you woke up with certainty in your heart, as if your sleeping mind had made the decision for you - you would go to visit him at UC Sunnydale and you wouldn't come back until you had spilled your innermost. And that was the day things started to go wrong.

He missed your call time that evening. It had been your turn and you tried his cell four times before it started going to voicemail, and whomever had answered the public phone in his dorm hadn't seen him.

His cell hadn't been on since, and two days after you had last spoken you were now extremely worried. Eddie's parents were kind but resolute in their belief that he was just distracted by studying, by his workload, by all the new people he was meeting. Unspoken, but nonetheless hanging between you was the notion that he was also distracted by parties and having fun, that the gulf of the eighteen month age gap between you was finally making itself known. Your own parents were far less subtle about it and told you in no uncertain terms that people grew apart and when you went to college next year you would go and have the time of your life and barely remember your life here, and that was as it should be.

But they were wrong. You knew it. Of course it was to be expected that people changed when they went away to college, but not Eddie. Not that quickly. And almost as soon as you got to UC Sunnydale, you realised just how very wrong things were.

You'd gone to the building he said he was housed in, only to be told he hadn't been there in several days. Panic began to slide icy tendrils of fear around your heart and stomach. The name of a club came up - The Bronze - and someone said they thought they had seen him there the previous evening with a girl. The panic turned to sickness and grief. Maybe he had found someone. Maybe you had left it too late...

But you'd come too far to be deterred now, so in another half hour you found yourself surrounded by pounding drums and guitars, a crush of sweaty bodies throwing themselves around. How were you ever going to -

And there he was, the crowd seeming to part around him as he walked directly toward you. He was as gorgeous as ever, except...something was off. As he approached you his demeanour and gait were different and you were struggling to think of a better analogy than that of a wild animal stalking prey. He smiled widely, his dimple winking in his cheek and it was the start of every fantasy you had ever had about telling him that you loved him. But his eyes were red rimmed, their dark depths blank instead of full of their usual sparkle and there was a cruel curl to his grin that had never been there before.

"Heeeeeyyyyy! There you are!" Eddie exclaimed, dragging you into a hug. He held you there for longer than he ordinarily would and you could feel him nosing at your hair and the top of your ear. This wasn't right. This wasn't him.

You pulled back. "Eddie, are you OK?"

"I am better than OK for seeing you," he smiled, and your tension eased. Just a bit. "Do you want to dance?" he asked.

"Aren't you even going to ask me why I'm here?" you replied, and with that question it was like the floodgates opened. "And are you sure you're OK? You didn't make our call time the past few days. No one in your dorm had seen you. I got really worri-"

He stopped your flow of words with his mouth, his soft lips moving over your own like you had always dreamed. You melted into the kiss, steadfastly ignoring the voice in your head that was screaming at you that of all the things that weren't right about the situation, this was top of the list.

Eddie moved you backward, pressed you up against a wall, his tongue now licking at you, demanding entrance at the same time his hands were starting to rove down your back, and you couldn't help but notice how cold he was. His lips moved over your jaw, the lobe of your ear, your neck.

"Eddie," you whispered. "Eddie, stop."

He did, a questioning look in his eyes as he raised them to yours. "I thought this was what you wanted," he said softly.

"I did. I...I mean, I do. I came here to tell you that...well that-"

"That you have feelings for me. I know." Your heart gave a painful squeeze in your chest. He had said that so casually. That could only mean he didn't feel the same. "I've known for a while," he continued, his voice low and purring - almost flirtatious but for the acidity of his words. "I mean, how could I not? Always following me everywhere with those puppydog eyes, desperate for any attention I'd give you."

Your eyes filled with tears at his words, even as anger surged within you. "Eddie...what's wrong with you?! You've never-"

He pulled back further from you, and closed his eyes, a rapturous expression on his face and seeming to feel the effects of something you couldn't distinguish. "I've never been this strong. This powerful. I've never felt as incredible as I do." He looked back at you and you shrank further against the wall at the sheer ferocity in his eyes. "You could feel this way too. If you'll let me share something with you."

"D-drugs?" you managed to stammer out.

He laughed and it was a high, cold thing, far divorced from the warmth he had always exuded. He crowded you against the wall again and ran one pale, cold finger along your jaw. "No, sweet thing. Though I promise that you will feel higher than you ever have in your life."

His speed was incredible. He was holding your arms by your sides and biting - actually biting - you in the blink of an eye. The breath caught in your chest, you couldn't even scream out your pain. Not that it would have mattered, some distant and dying part of yourself noted, the music was too loud to hear anything else.

You could feel the pumping of your heart increase, desperately trying to replenish that which was leaking from your neck. Dizziness overtook you, and if Eddie hadn't been holding you up you would have collapsed. As you struggled for breath he withdrew from your neck and you did manage a weak whimper of terror at the sight of the monstrosity his beautiful face had become. His lips were bloody and he licked them, savouring the warmth you had provided.

"Here baby," he murmured as he cut his own wrist with one sharp fang. "Come be with me forever."

You had no choice. He shoved his arm at you and as the blood met your lips a ravenous hunger unlike any other you had ever felt overtook you. You fed on Eddie, looked into his eyes as you did, and they were suddenly full of love and kindness again as he stroked your hair away from your face.

All too soon he took his wrist away, and you whined piteously at being denied what you wanted most. He laughed and tutted at you. "Greedy," he admonished as he bopped your nose playfully. "But look." He gestured toward the club with a flourish and suddenly you could see all the people in a way you hadn't before. So full of life. So full of vitality. So...pulsating.

You smiled, and the final vestiges of you recognised the predatory cruelty in it before the you of before was gone forever. You turned back to your sire, stroked his dark hair away from his face. He kissed your hand, another primal need asserting itself in his gaze. "Eddie. Honey. Let's go have fun."

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hi all, just want to do a big update as my final semester started this week.

i'm currently not enthusiastic because our neighbor (can't tell if it's downstairs or to our right but now i have a feeling it's downstairs) has an unregistered, untrained dog who has been barking for the past several days and it's driving my bf and i insane. it's barking right now and i've been calling the complex every day i hear it just to add to my complaint. they've been saying they'll send someone down to check it out, knock around and ask about it i guess and i'm assuming they've been doing that but it's just frustrating, i wish it were more invasive or strict? like i don't necessarily want the owners to have to give up the dog or move out but i also know whatever the repercussion calls for is not my responsibility, they as tenants agreed that if they have a pet that it should be registered properly and not disturb their neighbors' globe of sound. that's not too much to ask so if they can't do even that then they kinda deserve the consequence of a noise complaint or an unregistered animal. but at the same time i assume the dog must be in some level of unease to be barking this much so i feel kinda bad for it. it doesn't seem like a "i'm all alone" bark it sounds like a "squirrel!" bark.

ANYWAYS. i want to talk about how my classes have been going. I'm taking 6 classes: thrive, intro to expressive art therapy, intro to family, intro to sociology, video game narrative, and identity and culture in franco film. I'm also taking a masterclass for the heartsupport network which is a nonprofit mental health program centered around metal music as catharsis. i'm also a part of a club called active minds which is another mental health program. so i'm extremely busy and am technically on hiatus on the traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors blog until i can find moments of stillness.

thrive is a 7 week class that's barely a class (in fact, it isn't the only one). this is about student wellbeing. the only homework is really to set an intention for the week (it meets once a week) that's practical and promotes a healthier lifestyle, as well as documenting self care routines throughout the rest of the week. i'm so glad to say i made 4 new friends in this class already, which is really unlike me as i'm naturally introverted and scared to break silence, but i felt comfortable enough in that space to have conversations, which also created a domino effect where the people i said hello to said hello to other students. at the end of class i asked for us to exchange information which also inspired them to do the same amongst each other, so i'm really happy about that.

intro to sociology is surprisingly spicy so far despite not even starting the material. the professor is one of the most inclusive professors i've ever had, as she talked about how pronouns are important and even listed it/its and xe/xyr as valid pronouns. as a lecture hall i honestly felt a little scared when she said that? because as i found out in today's class, not everyone "agrees" with that. err... yeah, today we had conversations with each other about what we could bring to the class and i grouped up with this one guy who said he likes to be the devil's advocate and went on to say how he thinks blm, pro choicers, and the lgbt community are too sensitive, and also talked about the second amendment. not sure why he unloaded that on me as i don't feel like i look like someone who would agree with any of that but at the same time i'm nonconfrontational so i was being agreeable to avoid escalation.

culture and identity in franco film was not what i originally signed up for. i originally signed up for national cinema, and this is a class im taking with my bf. turns out it's french cinema, which is fine, but i was just confused. it seems fun so far, we're currently watching a comedy called le visiteurs which is like monty python's holy grail.

i just had intro to expressive art therapy for the first time today. it seems really cool, it's more of actual therapy than a class about therapy, if that makes sense. we're to bring things to class like crayons, markers, gel pens, colored pencils, as well as tissues because the professor stressed that it can get so emotional that usually everyone cries at least once. we listened to a song and did a mandala (i participated but it wasn't really a mandala, just a doodle within the circle) that was supposed to represent us. this one also feels like a non-class which i'm happy about.

video game narrative seems interesting, it's an async class which is usually really bad for me but i'm also taking this with my bf, and the professor i've met before and is super nice so those are some advantages. plus there are actual due dates which is usually not the case for async classes, usually they just say everything's due at the end of the semester which is really bad for my procrastination. but what's really cool about this class is that part of our homework is to play video games and record us playing them (which can include streaming). so another non-class, although we do have some brief articles and reflections sprinkled throughout.

intro to family is also interesting so far, this is another once/week class and so far it seems to be about the different kinds of families like arranged marriages, monogamy, polygamy, polyamory, divorce, separated, repaired divorce or separations, and really just the complexities of a family. one of our big projects is to create a genogram (family tree) which is a daunting task as i'm fortunate to have quite a large family with a lot of information dating back to great great great grandparents. it's interesting to observe visually how my dad's family is disproportionately larger than my mom's, how two of my family members (not blood related thank god) have passed from cancer, and other things. it's giving what remains of edith finch.

i think that's all of them?

i just hope that i can keep my momentum this semester because i CANNOT afford to fail. CANNOT. it's a big pressure but i'm just trying to hype myself up to step up to the plate.

if you read this far you're a real one, hope you're having a wonderful day, thank you for reading all of that.

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