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liliavanrougelover · 18 hours

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What kind of flowers would they give you?

Summary: What flower they would give you and why

Characters: All NRC students (Ortho is platonic)

Warning: none

Riddle Rosehearts:

Red roses. He knows the language of flowers. It may be classic, but there’s a reason for that. Red roses symbolize love, romance, admiration and passion, so it’s the perfect flower for him to give to you. It’s also helpful that he has a maze full of them. When he doesn’t have one on him, he’ll pluck one off of the rose bushes.

Trey Clover:

Pink aster. Like Riddle, he knows the language of flowers. Aster symbolizes love, patience, loyalty, and awe. A pink aster adds the meaning of innocence and affection. Not only does Trey feel that the meaning matches how he feels about you, but he also thinks that they match your beauty exactly. He’d give you the flowers along with something he baked you.

Cater Diamond:

Red gardenia. Cater knows very little about the language of flowers, so he asked Trey and Riddle about it. Red gardenia’s symbolize passion, admiration and respect. They can also be a way of saying “I love you.” He found it fitting to give to you.

Ace Trappola:

Roses of any color. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t really care. He just takes any color rose and gives it to you. Might even get you a bouquet of different colored roses. All he knows is that people like getting roses.

Deuce Spade:

Red hyacinth. He doesn’t know the language of flowers, so he asks his mom. Red hyacinth’s represent a light kind of love and playfulness. When he’s with you he feels lighter than ever and he loves horsing around with you (Only if you’re okay with it). So, red hyacinth’s are the perfect flower choice.

Leona Kingscholar:

Honeysuckle. Believe it or not, Leona knows about the language of flowers. Honeysuckles symbolize affection and everlasting love. He chose them because he loves you, and he’ll love you forever.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Dandelions. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t know what dandelions mean. He gets them because he can find a lot around the school and they’re edible. He’s given them to you as the flowers and has used them to make food for you.

Jack Howl:

Primrose. Jack knows about the language of flowers. Primroses represent young love. He thinks it’s fitting seeing as you two are young and in love.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Forget-me-not. He knows the language of flowers and is very happy that he does now that he’s dating you. Forget-me-not’s as their name suggests are a way of saying that you’ll never forget someone and they also symbolize true love. He gives them to you as a way of saying that he’ll never forget you, and that his love for you is true.

Jade Leech:

Dahlia. Jade, of course, knows about the language of flowers. Dahlia’s symbolize beauty, eternal love, and standing out in a crowd. He thinks your beauty makes you stand out in a crowd, and he’ll love you eternally.

Floyd Leech:

Any and all. He doesn’t know about the language of flowers and doesn’t care. He only gives you flowers when he’s in a good mood. He’s just going to grab the first flower he sees and give it to you. He doesn’t care what it means. To him it’s a show of love and that’s all that matters.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Your favorite. He asks for your favorite flower and will buy you the biggest bouquet ever. He doesn’t know or care what they mean. They’re your favorite and that’s all he cares about. Before buying you flowers, he’ll ask if you have a new favorite. He just wants you to be happy and feel loved.

Jamil Viper:

Red salvia. Jamil knows about the language of flowers, because of course he does. Red salvia is meant to carry the message of “forever mine.” Jamil loves you and hopes you’ll be his forever.

Vil Schoenheit:

Pink hibiscus. Vil knows the language of flowers and makes sure to put it to good use. Pink hibiscuses represent beauty and young love. Vil considers you and himself beautiful and the young love part is self explanatory.

Rook Hunt:

Heliotrope. Rook knows about the language of flowers. Heliotropes symbolize eternal love and devotion. He’s devoted to you and will love you till the end of time.

Epel Felmier:

Any kind you want. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t care. He just asks what kind of flower you want and he’ll get them for you. He’ll get whatever kind of flower you want. Just ask and he’ll get it.

Idia Shroud:

Plastic. He knows the language of flowers, but he’s not getting real ones. He’s not going out and getting flowers, and getting flowers shipped over could take who knows how long. He’ll just order a bouquet of plastic flowers. Any kind you want. Even better, they don’t die. You won’t have to throw them out because they’re wilting. You can just keep them forever.

Ortho Shroud (Platonic):

Chrysanthemums. Ortho knows the language of flowers, and even if he didn’t he could look it up in a matter of seconds. Chrysanthemums represent friendship. You’re his best friend so of course he’s going to give you flowers. And of course those flowers are going to represent your friendship.

Malleus Draconia:

Red roses. Of course THE Malleus Draconia knows the language of flowers. He will give you a big bouquet of them too. He’ll give you 50 at least. He will spare no expense for his beloved child of man.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Every one he comes across. Lilia knows the language of flowers, however that doesn’t mean he’ll make sure to get a certain flower. He’ll just make sure he doesn’t give you one that means something bad. Wherever he goes, if he sees a flower, he’ll pick it and make sure to give it to you later. Depending on how much he did that day, he might present you with one flower or 100.

Silver Vanrouge:

Daisy. Lilia taught Silver the language of flowers. Daisies symbolize innocence and loyal love. Silver is loyal to you and he loves you. His love for you can be seen as innocent and it is. Nothing and I mean NOTHING can make him not love you.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Red roses. He, like the rest of Diasomnia, knows the language of flowers. Red roses are fitting since they represent love. He wouldn’t give you any other flower. Nothing would be more fitting for how he feels about you.

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ramhaiba · 3 days

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𝖡𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗎 𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

SNEAK PEAK

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT a/n: this fic is a lot darker than normal of my work contains: noncon sexual themes, manhandling, breaking up, biting, oral (f receiving), baby trapping, modern au

The truth is, you should have broken up with Satoru Gojo a long time ago. Two years ago, the thought of even considering taking a break from Satoru would have sent you into a coma. Why wouldn’t you want to be known as ‘Satoru's girl?’ Being with a guy like him would cause no one to dare look at you in the wrong way.

Besides, he buys you things that cost more than your rent, and will refuse if you dare to give it back to him because you ‘don’t need such expensive things.’

So what exactly is wrong with dating Satoru?

Obsession.

“You’ve been spending so much time with your friends...sometimes I think you forget who your boyfriend is”

“Jealous? Me? Baby, it’s only because I care about you”

“You know I don’t like it when you’re away, it hurts me. Do you want to hurt me, Y/n?”

“You look great in that dress. But I feel like I should be the only person to see you in it. Why don’t you go change so you don’t embarrass me”

And the list goes on and on...and on…

If it wasn’t his words that would send you to this point, his constant touching, rubbing, groping, and kissing in public just to scare any guy in your five-mile radius away was something you couldn’t ignore anymore.

The final straw is when you heard furious knocking on your door, knocking so loud that you could have sworn that whoever was behind it would just kick it down, surprised that you could hear it with the storm outside. Unlucky for you, you were middle of a shower, not expecting to be bothered in the middle of the night. You were forced to wrap a towel around your torso, covering your chest to your upper thighs, and rushing down the stairs to open the door.

You slowly open the door for your boyfriend, his chest heaving as the rain pours down on his white hair.

“Satoru- wh-what’s wrong.” you stuttered, clenching the towel wrapped around your body.

“Bastard ” he muttered, stepping inside, letting his wet footprints stain your floors.

“What? Satoru, why are you even here- it’s late” you questioned, in disbelief.

“Tell me-tell me that he didn’t fuck you, Y/n. Please” Satoru begged, his hands gripping your shoulder as he forced you to the wall, blue eyes without a trace of sanity.

“Wh-what the fuck are you talking about “ you yelped, unaware of what put your boyfriend into such a manic episode.

“Is he still in the house? Huh? He is right?” Satoru started laughing, his head leaning into the crook of your neck,

God- at this point you wouldn’t be surprised if he bit your neck off.

“Satoru, you’re starting to scare me. Please just tell me what’s wrong and I can help you” you responded, trying to caress his face, only for him to pin your hands above your head.

“Nanami, you’re fucking him, right? Suguru saw bring you to your house. Holding hands or some shit. Looking too friendly” Satoru hissed, just the thought of you being touched by hands that didn’t belong to him sent waves of fury into him.

You didn’t even question why Suguru was watching you when he had no reason to be in your area-

Thinking back at it, you wondered if Satoru begged asked Suguru to watch you while he was too busy to do it himself.

“Nanami only came over because I asked him to help fix my door” you answered.

“Then what? You rode his dick as a reward?”

“Satoru, I would never” you argued.

“Then show me… Prove to me that you’d never betray me” he erupted, clicking his tongue

“Please” he added.

That’s when Satoru stepped away from you, knowing what you have to do, your hands shakily let the white towel around your chest slip off, falling onto the floor, using your forearms to cover your breast and pelvis. You turned your head to the side, finding it unbearable to watch his degrading facial expression as he examined every inch of your body, tears of embarrassment threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“What’s this,” Satoru asked, eyes hooded, his fingers prying your thighs apart, tracing over a faded bite mark.

“It’s from you, remember” you answered, voice cracking. Suddenly, you felt Satoru’s hands pull your face towards his, blue eyes locking with yours, refusing to let you look away, “want to bet on it?” he questioned.

You watched hopelessly as Satoru’s lips trailed down your chest to your inner thigh, his knees on the ground, stopping at the bite mark, his pupils dilating as he took a good look at it, before sinking his teeth right into it, causing you to yelp, tugging on his white hair, silently begging him to stop. And when he finally did, he pressed a wicked kiss on it, pulling back to analyze it,

“I knew it”

He smiled as he looked up at you from between your legs, pressing his chin on your thigh, “It’s a perfect match on my teeth, I knew you’d never cheat on me baby” he smiled. His hands rubbed your waist as your tears fell from your eyes, heart still racing from the rush of adrenaline.

Satoru didn’t mind you were crying, in fact, he thought you were always at your prettiest when crystal-clear salty tears dripped down your heated cheeks, eyelashes damp.

#yandere x reader #jjk x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #yandere satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

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aesethewitch · 3 days

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Ghosts 101

Spirit work has always been the ultimate base of my spiritual and magical practices. Some of my earliest clear memories are of encounters with spirits, and I’ve always had a talent for sensing them. In a horror movie setting, I’d be that person who gets the weird feeling in the hallway right before all the doors slam shut at once, feeling the shift in the air before whatever ghoul’s around makes its mischief.

I mention this right out of the gate so that you, the reader, know that most of what I know about ghosts (and spirits in general) comes from personal experience. Not books, not videos, not other people’s work. There’s a lot of UPG in this little essay. Just keep that in mind as you read.

If there’s something you disagree with or have different experiences with, I’m not surprised! Everything in the realm of spirits, including ghosts, can really only be theorized about. Disagreeing opinions, experiences, and theories are very, very welcome. Drop ‘em in the replies, reblogs, or my inbox. Or, if you want, make a post of your own and tag me in it. I want to see them!

Anyways, with that lengthy UPG disclaimer out of the way, let’s get to the good stuff.

What is a Ghost?

I think it’s important to note, though kind of obvious, that ghosts are a sub-category of spirit. All ghosts are spirits, but not all spirits are ghosts. But what is a ghost, exactly?

As with most things, theories differ. In general, ghosts are thought to be… well, dead people. Some folks think that ghosts are the soul, essence, or spirit of a person who has died. Others believe that ghosts are just a fragment of a person’s spirit. But I’ve also seen theories stating that ghosts aren’t really ghosts, they’re echoes or imprints of human energy that once existed in a place.

Then, there are folks who think ghosts don’t exist at all. I can’t really blame them; empirical, repeatable proof of ghosts is tough to get in order to be satisfying in a scientific way. The only reason I personally believe in ghosts is because I’ve had several encounters that can’t otherwise be explained. Plus, for me, it goes hand-in-hand with other types of spirit work. Ghosts being real just makes sense with the framework I use to engage with the world.

So, obviously, there isn’t one single, concrete answer as to what a ghost is. We can only theorize.

My Theories

My personal theory aligns more or less with one of the more common theories. I think that ghosts are the lingering spirits of living beings who have died. Note I say living beings — some people think that only humans can become ghosts, but I think that any living thing can become one. In the case of plants and trees, ghosts behave somewhat differently than animals; but that’s a whole other conversation to be had. For the sake of this post, I plan on focusing mainly on human ghosts.

The way I understand it, ghosts are the whole, complete essence of a person that lingers in the physical realm for a time after their physical body no longer functions. I believe there are also energetic imprints — energy left over from the living, often (but not always) caused and fueled by strong emotions and lingering ties of memory in a place. These imprints can seem like a haunting, but the key difference is that they aren’t sentient. They may echo when you call, but they won’t give answers that are intelligent or timely according to questions asked or stimulus provided by the living. Sort of like recording a ringing bell; playing the bell’s chime back doesn’t ring the bell again. It just plays the sound it knows.

Now, death does funny things to the mind. Depending on the circumstances of the death, a ghost might have full awareness that they were alive, have died, and are now a ghost. I find this is most common for people who died of old age and long-term diseases: people who knew they were nearing the end, for one reason or another.

Ghosts formed from more sudden deaths, on the other hand, are likelier to not know what happened. They may figure it out given time, or they may never learn the truth. As with most other things dealing with individuals, the exact circumstances vary. No two ghosts are exactly the same. Some people don’t become ghosts at all, I’ve found! They simply move on.

Another important aspect of my theories on ghosts is that I think they fade. Unless they’re continually tied to a space, fed a steady supply of energy, and purposely kept in the physical realm, I believe that they can’t sustain a form here. Without a physical body to keep the spirit, soul, consciousness, or whatever we are, a ghost is gradually pulled into the more ethereal side of things. The astral plane, the other side, the afterlife, et cetera; I’m not sure, personally, where they end up. Maybe it depends on what they were attached to in life, maybe it doesn’t. Who knows!

I think this is where I draw the distinction between ghosts and ancestor spirits. “Ancestor spirits,” in my practice, aren’t individual people from my past. Rather, they’re a sort of collective consciousness made up of all the people who came before me who are connected to me through familial, cultural, and blood ties. I like to believe that ghosts become part of that collective when they fade out of the physical world. All this is to say, ghosts are just people who are dead. They won’t be around forever unless they’re bound and kept “fed.”

On Hauntings

The first half of the things everyone wants to know is: How do we know when a ghost is actually present? It’s a good question, one that’s hotly debated in ghost hunting circles. For the sake of argument, I think we need to define the word haunting first.

To be clear, a haunting isn’t just when a ghost is present. A ghost just passing through or lingering for a little while doesn’t necessarily make a haunting. That would be better described as a presence. A haunting, in my opinion, is a long-term, sustained presence of a ghost or imprint.

And the first step to dealing with a haunting is to determine whether the place you’re in is actually haunted. You don’t have to have super sensitive psychic powers to detect the presence of ghosts. Some folks might have an easier time of it than others, but anyone can learn how to discern when a ghost is hanging around.

It’s important to note that commonly-reported signs of ghost presences and hauntings are also symptoms of other issues like mold, electrical issues, pressure changes, carbon monoxide, stress and anxiety, noisy neighbors, animals outside or in the walls (including bugs), sleep apnea or insomnia, and more. It’s important to consider mundane reasons before leaping to magical, spiritual, or ghostly ones.

With that in mind, let’s say that you’ve ruled out all the mundane possibilities, and you’re still left wondering whether that place is capital-H Haunted. How can you tell?

In my experience, there are a few signs that will stick out:

Disembodied sounds, such as voices, knocking, and walking

A pervasive chill or prickling feeling, particularly on parts of the body that are covered

A feeling of being touched, poked, or prodded

Visual disturbances like mist or shadows

Sudden smells that can’t be explained, such as perfume, tobacco, or food

Batteries in things like phones and cameras draining very quickly

Now, note that even with these signs, a lot of these things can happen with spirits that aren’t ghosts. The only way to know for absolutely sure that you’re dealing with a ghost and not a mischievous, physical-realm-poking non-human spirit is to make contact and ask.

My fellow sensitive individuals may experience other signs during a haunting. Depending on where your abilities lie, you might experience stronger sensations or detect signs of a haunting earlier than others who haven’t trained these senses.

What Causes a Haunting?

It’s hard to say. Some people (particularly ghost hunters with big TV shows who need to make those viewer numbers go up) say that ghosts stick around because they’re pissed off or had some tragedy befall them in life. Trauma ties them to their surroundings, trapping them between life and death as a specter, or something like that.

Honestly, all that tells me is that these guys are trying to sell you something (their show). I’ve met maybe two ghosts that were like that, and they had extremely good reasons for it. That’s not to say there aren’t traumatized ghosts out there; just that they aren’t nearly as common or the only explanation for a haunting.

I’m personally not sure what causes some ghosts to linger over others. I think it does partly have to do with emotion, but it may also have to do with the amount of energy the person had left when they died. For example, the ghost of my great-aunt faded within a couple weeks after she died, because she was old, tired, and ready. On the other hand, the ghost of a guy I went to school with who died in an accident a few years ago is still lingering on the train tracks where it happened. It’s an extremely individual thing.

Another part of lingering ghosts and hauntings, I think, is interaction with the living. Without a physical body, the ghost has no native source of energy. Part of working with ghosts, for me, has been learning how to share energy (mine or from other sources) with ghosts to help them communicate, interact, and continue existing. When the energy runs out, they fade. With a steady supply of energy sources, a ghost could theoretically haunt a place indefinitely.

So, what causes a haunting? I don’t really know for sure! What causes a haunting to linger? A steady source of energy, I think.

Making Contact

So, you want to talk to a ghost. Cool! You’ve got a ton of options at your disposal.

There are the witch-typical methods of spirit communication, most of which would work fairly well for talking to ghosts. I’ve talked a little bit about spirit communication methods before in a more general sense, but I find that ghosts don’t always respond well to divination.

In my experience, simpler tools are better. Unless I knew for a fact that a person understood tarot in life, I would be unlikely to use it to talk to their ghost. Tools you can easily explain that provide clear answers would likely serve you best for most ghosts. My biggest suggestions are pendulums, which are easy for ghosts to understand and manipulate, and ouija boards. Yes, yes, I can hear the gasping and booing already.

Listen. Ouija boards are not evil. Ouija is a game. But talking boards really are good tools for talking to ghosts. Again, they’re easy to understand and manipulate. Plus, you can get really clear answers from a talking board if your ghost is chatty.

There are other tools that have been popularized by ghost hunters that may come in handy, too. Personally, I’ve had success with voice recorders catching EVP (electronic voice phenomena) and, on one notable occasion, a ghost box.

Honestly, I’ve had little use for tools like these outside of ghost hunting scenarios where we’re trying to prove ghosts’ existence in a scientific sense. Voice recorders catching wisps of voice in the background are super cool, and I definitely would suggest having one on hand when doing a ghost adventure. But they’re not great for in the moment communication, since you have to stop a recording to listen back to it and then react who knows how long later.

Where ghost boxes are concerned, I’ve only had the one opportunity to try it out. We were in a location I knew to be haunted thanks to previous visits, and it did seem to work okay. I’d like to try it again sometime to see if it was just a fluke or if it’s an actual, viable thing to use. With any tool commonly used in ghost hunting TV shows (or that’s otherwise Popular By Spectacle), I always approach with serious skepticism. Those shows are all about creating a reaction that can be captured; and when they don’t receive a response, they’re liable to make shit up for the cameras. It’s annoying, especially when a tool might really be useful but it’s shrouded in the very necessary skepticism around these shows.

Now, my personal go-to method to connect to ghosts is to just… talk to them. I don’t usually need to use any tools for it. But I’ve spent many, many, many years honing the skills needed to do this. It’s worth learning how to do if you plan on working with spirits, but it does take effort to get good at, even if you have an innate talent for it. If you can, take some time to develop a sense for spirits. Learn what spiritual presences feel like for you. You may not get immediate results at first, but the skill of sensing energy can apply across the board. And even if you get no “real” response, you can still talk to the ghosts.

When you go to communicate with a ghost, just remember that they’re still a person. They’re not a spectacle, though they are fascinating. Not all ghosts are going to want to talk to you. Not all ghosts are going to like you. Be respectful. Treat that ghost like you’d treat any stranger out in the wild. Don’t be an asshole.

On Mediumship

This is mostly just a brief note, since it’s an adjacent topic that I’ve gotten questions about before.

Not everyone who talks to or works with ghosts is a medium. A medium is a particular career or path that describes someone who acts as a connector between the living and the dead. I tend to think of mediums as the telephone in a conversation — relaying messages back and forth. I used to do medium work all the time. It’s an exhausting path that requires a lot of self-discipline and solid boundaries dealing with both the living and the dead. I don’t do it anymore, though I do still communicate and work with ghosts regularly.

Just keep in mind that you don’t have to take on the title or mantle of “medium” in order to talk to, work with, or research ghosts.

Ghostly Q&A

I received a handful of questions about ghosts in the run up to posting this; thank you everyone who sent in a question! If you’ve got a question and want my perspective on it, feel free to drop it in my inbox or in the replies/reblogs of this post.

From @moonmargaritas: “How do you tell the difference between nervousness at discerning the presence of a ghost (new practitioner who still gets jitters 🤙) and sensing actual hostile intent?”

This is a really great question! This is something I had to work through myself when I got started. And honestly, I still get jitters sometimes many years later! It can be scary, even when you’re used to it.

The biggest piece of advice I have is to learn how your body experiences nervousness or anxiety. Where does that sit in your body? What kind of feelings to you experience?

For me, nervousness is a sort of itchy tingling around my shoulders and tightness around my ribs. It also manifests as the feeling of being watched or observed too closely. It’s easy to misattribute those feelings to a ghost’s presence — tingling and feeling like something’s watching? Those are classic ghost interactions! But I know that’s what anxiety feels like. That’s how I feel when the lights go out too fast or I hear a branch snap in the distance.

Once you know, you can work past those feelings and focus on what’s actually happening with the ghost (or spirit). I think of it like knowing when someone’s mad at me. Are they mad, or am I just anxious? It’s the same idea.

And, as a note, ghosts with hostile intent are few and far between. I personally don’t think that most ghosts, even the nastiest ghosts, can actually hurt you; they don’t have the energy resources for it. The ones that do are obvious, and you won't really have to question their intentions. However, you can always work with the communication methods mentioned above to determine the ghost’s feelings and intents. If you’re worried about negative interactions, a bit of salt and rosemary in a little pouch placed in your pocket goes a long way for protection.

From anonymous: “What’s an unusual way people could use to communicate with spirits? Like an expected divination tool or something we should pay more attention to.”

Hmmmm! Honestly, I think that classic, actual call and response is underrated specifically when it comes to ghosts. Yeah, we’ve all seen the Ghost TV Guys call out for a knock or a word or whatever, but when they get a response, they wig out and don’t do anything with it. It’s annoying!! Because genuinely, saying “tap once for yes, twice for no” and asking questions is a really, really solid way to communicate with a ghost when you have no other tools that will work on hand. I’ve had ghosts lead me to important places and objects within houses doing this. I think more people should give it a try without falling prey to the over-the-top reaction of “DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

From anonymous: What advice would you give someone dealing with a haunting?

For a run-of-the-mill, regular old haunting? Let it run its course. Most hauntings, when left alone, will fade. However, if you’re inclined to talk to the ghost(s), get them to leave quicker, or get them to be less intrusive in your life, there are a few things you could do.

To talk to them, choose a method of communication and try to reach out like I described above. Get to know them if you can, and set some ground rules. If they won’t (or can’t) communicate with you, and you really want them gone, I would probably recommend a gentle banishing ritual. Something that doesn’t scream “get out” so much as kindly say, “It’s time to move on.”

Or, if you don’t want the ghost gone, just a little quieter at night or out of your bedroom, you could set up wards or activity-dampeners around specific spaces. Choose ingredients and spells that protect against unwanted spirits or just unwanted activity. Keep it activated all day long or just at night while you’re trying to sleep.

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gayhoediaz · 22 hours

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hello nie 👋

what is buck and tommy's first major argument about + how does it end 🎤

ohhhh jack this is such a good question!! ♡

i had to sit back and think a little bit, but what i came up with us that i think it would honestly just come down to both of them having a bad day and i think they deal with those in completely different ways. at this point, i think they have been together in a serious relationship for a decent amount of time - maybe six months or so? and i think they become very serious very quickly so six months is certainly long enough that they’re starting to feel more comfortable that the other person isn’t going anywhere, and you know how sometimes you lash out at the person you know is going to stay? yeah.

because of his childhood, i headcanon tommy as someone who finds solace in solitude, and while i think there are certainly times where he craves affection and company, i think it’s just as common that he just. needs to be alone. i think he knows that if he doesn’t get that alone time, his frustration is going to get directed at people who haven’t done anything to deserve it, and he’s certainly responsible enough to handle that and prevent it.

now, buck? buck is someone who we know to seek comfort in the people he loves. we have seen him go to eddie, to maddie, to hen, to bobby, and so on - he is just someone who needs to talk, and to feel embraced and listened to, and loved.

and tommy would absolutely be his first choice at this point - not only because he’s his boyfriend, but because tommy is tommy. he’s older, and he’s smart, and he’s kind, and he’s caring, and he always says what buck needs to hear. he never makes buck feel as if he’s too much, or too needy.

never.

until.

their awful, terrible, nightmarish days happen to fall on the same day.

i don’t think either of them are awful to each other, there’s absolutely no name calling, or cursing each other out, but they just kind of… clash. i think buck really wants to just go home and sit on the couch with tommy and watch a movie (love actually is just fine because he loves watching tommy watch it) and it’s not that tommy doesn’t want that, he just needs to be alone first.

and i think this would be perfectly fine if they communicated - but they don’t. i don’t think they have the energy to do that, so it just kind of ends up being a mess where buck misses him and wants him to come over, and feels a little blown off (i don’t think tommy ghosts him but maybe his texts are a little more chilly than they usually are) while tommy feels frustrated because - he’ll be there in a few hours, if evan can just calm down and leave him alone, he’ll be fine and he’ll hold him because he needs that too, but just. not right now. (again, i think tommy isn’t as cold as buck feels he is, and buck isn’t nearly as clingy as tommy feels, i think it’s just completely exaggerated in their own heads because they’re already upset for reasons that don’t have anything to do with each other.)

this is just the pre-argument, though. i think the real argument comes later, when tommy comes over to the loft (and at this point, he’s calmed down, he’s fine, he just wants to have a good night with his boyfriend and listen to him talk about his bad day, because now he’s been alone for a while so he has the energy to do so.) and he realizes that there is still friction between them - because here’s the thing:

we have only really seen tommy from buck’s pov this go-around, and that’s why he feels so… perfect? in a lot of ways? and again, i don’t think that buck is in any way upset that tommy couldn’t come over the second he needed him - he’s a grown man, he’s fine - but i think it’s the way that he felt tommy kind of blowing him off, and not communicating. i think it makes him feel annoyed and ignored (valid) and i think it kind of drags tommy down from this pedestal he has had him on?

in the end, i think tommy snaps and i think that’s exactly what he says - something along the lines of “i’m not perfect” etc etc. and i think they argue for a while, but they ultimately end up working things out that very night. i think tommy genuinely apologizes, and so does buck - i think buck reluctantly confesses that although he has grown a lot, and worked on himself, and become more confident, he does still ultimately have this fear of being too much, and i think tommy’s face just. softens, and he tells him that he never wants him to feel that way, and that he wasn’t and would never be annoyed with buck wanting or needing him around - it was just… everything else, and terrible timing, and bad communication. and then i think tommy explains some things about his childhood that helps buck understand why he may need to be alone sometimes, and how that’s how he finds comfort and makes peace with a bad day.

in the end, they ultimately know and understand each other so much better, and they make a vow to just. communicate. and they’re falling even deeper in love with each other.

#nie answers 💕#mutuals 🏷️#jack 🎑#niesmeta

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I think we might all be wrong about Jax (Chekhov’s Bowling Ball Theory)

I posted this on tiktok but I feel like I should post it here too. so I literally stumbled my way into this realization while having a bunch of unrelated thoughts about TADC, and it felt like a moment in those murder mystery movies where the detective is standing by the board and suddenly flashes back to that *one* clue that didn’t make any sense and suddenly it ALL makes sense.

lemme ask you something, did you notice in episode two that no one died or had any sort of concern of death? Ragatha gets stabbed through and gets a knife in the head, while Kinger takes like eight of them. then they drive off into a ravine, and Gangle (one of the more anxious characters) has absolutely no reaction to their possible demise. As for Jax, he stands on the truck as it falls much like a Looney Tune (keep that in mind). With this evidence I fully expect an episode in the future to reveal to Pomni that they can’t die (via her own death and respawn or another character’s, who she panics over before finding out they come back) with this reveal we would establish that the players won’t die while playing these levels, no matter the damage done to their bodies. Now I have two questions.

Why was Ragatha so afraid of the Abstracted Kaufmo if they would all just respawn? And HOW exactly does someone Abstract?

all we know for certain about Abstraction is that it’s the terrible thing that happens when you “reach your breaking point” your breaking point is vague, but what if it’s how exactly it sounds? What if unlike in the games and levels, the circus is a place where you don’t respawn (because as a “safe-place” in the game, that programming was never put there to begin with) so when your character for whatever reason dies (like if you were to “reach your breaking point” and end your life) your file corrupts and creates an Abstraction?

when they found Kaufmo they were surprised, and Zooble comments that they didn’t expect him to have “given up”. Implying that Abstraction to some degree is a choice. Like the only way to do it is to do purposeful harm to yourself while in the circus.

now, to finally get to my point.

who was the one to volunteer themself and others to go check on Kaufmo? Leading three of the five available people to find him, instead of sending more man-power to help Zooble, who arguably needed them a lot more?

it was Jax. Jax volunteered himself Ragatha and Pomni. He then proceeded to reveal he had a key to Kaufmo’s room, and successfully avoided explaining why. Then they opened Kaufmo’s door and found him Abstracted.

why did he (uncharacteristically) volunteer himself and the anxious new girl to check on him?

Well, what does Jax see on the floor and pick up? A bowling ball. HIS bowling ball.

why was his bowling ball in Kaufmo’s room? Why was that something that was added? What purpose did it serve?

and why did Kaufmo run after them? Why did he abandon Ragatha after she was down? Why did he abandon the search for Pomni after that too?

why did Jax dive into the gloink cave?

why did Jax make that expression at the end of episode two when Ragatha invites Pomni to Kaufmo’s funeral, before leaving completely with no sign of him anywhere at all during the actual funeral?

and lastly, lemme ask you how you think someone who behaves much like a Looney Tune, might kill someone indirectly to get away with it?

I think it will be revealed that Jax killed Kaufmo with a Looney Tunes’ style trap, one using that bowling ball.

Because why the hell else was it there.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc theory #tadc jax theory #Idk ignore me #or don’t #be kinda nuts if I was right tho

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

you and a certain riddler (eycte!alex) have some fun at a halloween party.

warnings: unprotected sex (piv), veeery soft dom!alex, i think that's it lol

word count: 4.6k

english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. also this is my first smut posted here, i'm fucking nervous :v

‘’so, you think it will take a while for her to arrive?’’

alex heard miles' question sound far away as his eyes were fixed on the partially busy street. they were at the entrance to the hotel exactly ten minutes ago for a costume party, after all, it was halloween.

‘’perhaps. it wouldn't be her if she wasn't late, eh?’’ he replied, looking at his wristwatch and avoiding rubbing his eyes in frustration, as he didn't want to smudge the perfectly done eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes.

alex had planned this for over a month, not just because miles and other friends would be at this party, but because you would be there. well, at least that's what you told him three days ago, when he asked you for the umpteenth time if you were really going. turner knew you well enough to know that you could change your mind in the blink of an eye. you weren't the type to leave the house, so seeing you be anywhere other than your apartment was like a huge event that he really didn't want to miss.

‘’you can go ahead if you want. i'll wait ‘ere.’’ alex turned to kane when he saw him adjust the platinum wig on his head. he couldn't say exactly what miles' fantasy was, but he didn't think it was bad. it suited him.

‘’nah, i don't think it will be necessary.’’ miles pointed with his chin in the opposite direction, making alex turn his head. his eyes caught sight of the silver toyota prius arriving at the rotating parking lot. alex breathed a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction when he knew it was you.

he didn’t look away for a second, not even when the valet came around the car to open the driver’s door so you could get out. he thought he forgot how he breathed when he saw you tiptoe out of the vehicle, wearing a strapless leather dress, highlighting even more your clavicle and well-defined shoulders; the black leather boots didn't shine any more than the chocker-style necklace wrapped around your neck subtly, not looking so tight; your voluminous hair was down, finished impeccably, and turner thought for a moment that was the reason you took your sweet time. as you approached as if you were parading on a catwalk, he noticed how the femme fatale makeup fit you like a glove, your entire face seemed more highlighted with the catty eyelashes.

he definitely couldn't stop looking at you. and he didn't even want to.

‘’what kind of fantasy is this, miles?’’ it was the first thing you asked after you handed over your car keys to the valet to park your car in a space in the underground parking lot. ‘’i don't know, a mix of elvis presley and niall horan?’’

‘’yeah, yeah, very funny.’’ miles forced a laugh without a hint of humor. ‘’this is art, okay? ric flair, better known as the nature boy.’’ he said, taking a walk while you let out a laugh. ‘’of course ya’ don't know, just want to know about lovecraft and allan poe.’’

‘’and what's wrong with that?’’ you rolled your eyes in amusement, then resting them on turner. his smile grew even wider when he saw you so close and so… tempting. you never thought you'd actually need to see turner wearing eyeliner until you saw it before your eyes. ‘’oh, and you must be…’’ you said, sliding your index finger over qlex's covered shoulder, making him smile.

‘’c’mon, darlin’. it shouldn't be that hard to know who i am.’’ alex extended his arms, also doing a little turn so that you could look at him up and down and caught your lip between your teeth just in time, before he could complete the turn and look back at you. ‘’what does a liar do when he’s dead?’’

‘’he lies still.’’ you replied immediately, seeing alex smile as he nodded. ‘’well, 's not bad, al. such a perfect riddler. better than a certain someone…’’ you mumbled under your breath as you gestured to miles, making turner hold back a laugh.

‘’yeah, just pretend i'm not here. bullying can be avoided, ya’ know?’’ he lightly pushed you by the shoulder, making you laugh. you couldn't help it, but you knew that deep down, it was all just a joke. you and miles got along very well, especially because you had been friends for a long time and it was through him that you met alex. it couldn't be better.

‘’c’mon, you know i love you, mi.’’ you hugged him over his shoulder, gently rubbing the palm of your hand on miles' chin, feeling his sparse beard tickle your open palm.

‘’okay, okay. and who are you, by the way?’’ he asked, now paying attention to your costume.

‘’neither do i know. something close to the characters in the books i read, a mix of dracula and… i don't know.’’ you said, shaking the vampire cape you wore. turner couldn't help but let an almost invisible smirk appear. he knew you would choose something like this, it was as if he knew you like the back of his hand.’’

‘’i liked it. ‘s just like you.’’ alex said, seeing you smile without showing your teeth, your cheeks flushed as the smile was still present on your face. ‘’looks like you’ve been flashin’ triple A passes at the cemetery gates.’’

‘’oh, here it comes. we don't have time for that, let's go ‘cause the night is young and it grows fast.’’ miles gestured in mock boredom, opening the way for you to enter. obviously you and alex followed him side by side, and alex didn't pass up the opportunity he had by wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his hand there.

of course, you didn't stop feeling that ravenous shiver, even though you tried to hide it as best you could. you just loved alex's touch on any area of your body. literally any area.

‘’thought you weren't going to come.’’ alex whispered in your ear, even though the room was filled with loud music, you were able to hear and smile.

‘’i thought about giving up, you know me. i hate leaving the my cave.’’ you laughed through your nose, looking at him. alex awakened something inexplicable in you, even more now. the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the way his jaw was so marked as if it could cut diamonds, the eyes marked by eyeliner seemed more enigmatic even in the partially lit environment, the mouth that seemed to invite you for a kiss in a hidden corner... all of that was capable of taking away what little sanity you had left and making you insane, even if you hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol until that moment.

‘’oh, sweetheart, you would break me heart if you didn't come.’’ turner pouted amidst his slurred voice, letting his thumb run up and down your waist, giving you an almost imperceptible caress. you held your breath subtly, trying not to lose your self-control.

but in front of alex turner, you had anything but self-control.

‘’it's not like you won't have fun here without me.’’ you joked, taking a drink from the waiter who passed by, serving drinks on a golden tray. the party was packed, more than expected. miles had already gotten lost in the crowd, not that you cared about that. you’re fine just in each other's company.’’

‘’it wouldn't be that funny, love.’’ alex laughed, letting his nose run over your bare shoulder, feeling the fragrance of your perfume invade his nostrils, absorbing a smile that was impossible to hide. ‘’you and your mysterious energy like someone with an unkind of ravens and murder of crows fascinate me. i couldn't do without you ‘ere.’’ he finished, taking some of his drink to try. his throat burned with the first sip, but nothing he wasn't used to.

‘’me and my mysterious energy? this one is new.’’ — you raised an eyebrow, a little curious. alex couldn't explain exactly what caught his attention.

he knew that you were kinda different from the other girls he had ever met. fascinated by lovecraft and edgar allan poe, further denoting your small obsession with death. your favorite films were horror films, especially the italian kind. you could spend hours and hours listening to the soundtracks while driving your prius through the city streets in your dark leather clothes, living your life the way you wanted.

he loved your authenticity. you weren't afraid or ashamed to be like this. maybe that was what excited him so much that he wanted you so bad.

alex laughed instead of giving you an answer, pulling you onto the dance floor. at one point, they met up with miles and other mutual friends, you drank, had fun listening to some music from the 80s. you felt free to do whatever you wanted as the drink got more to your heads and the zeros lined up on the clock.

in fact, you don't usually go to these places, you'd much rather be at home under the covers and in the company of a good book. but when you were with alex and miles, everything seemed to get better. or more specifically, when you were with alex. even though he was completely the opposite of you, turner was seen as a kind of magnet, impossible to ignore, especially when you had already taken enough shots to lose track of each other and the sexual tension increased with each exchange of glances.

little did you know that even though he wasn't your type, alex was completely willing to try something.

‘’what do you think we get out of ‘ere, baby?’’ you heard qlex's voice drawl when he brought his mouth to your ear. you thought he did it on purpose, just to make every hair on your body stand on end. and well, it really was on purpose.

‘’where?’’ you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him closer. turner looked around for a moment, trying to adjust his blurry vision. you could go to any room in that hotel, but he had a better idea in mind.

‘’your car.’’ he suggested. you gave a roguish smile, finishing your drink in one gulp. oh, you knew exactly where this would take them, and there was no way you were going to back down now. not when turner is absurdly irresistible and you're in an overwhelming mood.

‘’what about miles?’’ you dared to ask, looking over his shoulder, seeing your friend dancing as if there was no tomorrow, not caring about the two of you there.

‘’don't give a shit about him right now.’’ turner said, tilting his face a little to give you a soft kiss without using his tongue, already being able to awaken even more that insane desire in both you and himself. ‘’just want you, darlin’.’’ he finished in a whisper, biting your bottom lip.

you didn't need to respond any further, leading the way immediately, passing through the euphoric and drunk bodies, gripping alex's hand who was following right behind you, also eager to get out of there as soon as possible. you got your car keys from reception, and soon the two of you were heading to the parking lot, stopping to exchange some caresses that you thought were urgent since you couldn't do it while walking.’’

‘’oh, i love this car.’’ alex comments in an ecstatic sigh, letting his hand slide over the sparkling silver bodywork of the trunk of your toyota prius.

‘’more than me?’’ you asked, leaning your body against the warm hood of the car, practically lying on it. alex watched the scene in slow motion with a roguish smile. and for him it was impossible not to walk towards you, leaving your bodies almost glued together, his hands were firm on your waist while he used one of his legs to create a small space between your legs.

‘’no, no more than you, honey.’’ he replied in a purr, his thirsty lips trailed across your chin in a drawn-out kiss, making you gasp as you felt the light pressure of his kiss on your neck.

soon enough, the kisses on your neck stopped when you felt the need to feel his lips crushing yours, becoming as urgent as the touches on his neck and waist, bringing him closer to you, his sneaky hands moved down to lift the skirt of your dress so that you felt freer to open your legs a little more and he could be in the middle, pressing more against you. the rough kiss had an alcoholic taste, not that you minded that, in fact, it made everything even more delicious when mixed with the heavy breathing and racing hearts.

‘’fuck, you're so…’’ he murmured amid the kiss, feeling your hands loosening the black tie he was wearing around his neck. even though he was a musical genius, words always seemed to escape him when it came to you. and you loved it.

‘’so…?’’ you laughed, biting his lip softly before turning your face away to look around. you didn't know if anyone was nearby or if there were cameras in that parking lot. but deep down, you both loved that adrenaline.

‘’so dark. but i want you hard.’’ he said, grabbing your face by the chin and forcing you to look at him. his hair that was previously combed back was messy, and that made him even sexier in your opinion. ‘’so hard…’’ he repeated as he kissed you again, as if somehow he couldn't live without feeling your mouth against his and your tongues tangling briefly.

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ you teased him as you felt his hands squeeze the warm skin of your thighs, sliding a little lower. every touch and sensation was so electrifying that any little thing could make you even more aroused.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’ he laughed, dragging his slightly drunken voice. you laughed too, you liked that it was always in moments like this that you managed to get a hearty laugh out of each other, and so soon you were in the backseat of your car.

within moments, you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your back and the cold breeze from the air conditioning on. turner relaxed his body against the back of the backseat, wrapping one hand around your waist while the other pressed the back of your head as you trailed kisses on his neck. he gasped with each touch, each time he felt your tongue snake up his neck to his earlobe while your hands had the agile job of unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his belt.

you had an immense desire for each other, and every second seemed to increase your desire even more, especially when you kissed him again, so deeply that you lost your breath, even more so when you moved your hips in his lap, feeling him pant against your mouth.

you quickly unzipped alex's pants, sliding them down enough with his help as he lifted his hips so that you had an easier time taking off not only his pants but also his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection pulling out of his confines.

you give a smirk, not hesitating to place your right hand there, causing a drawn out sigh from him. your touch was all that he needed, he was craving it for such a long fucking time.

‘’i’m not going to lie, it's the first time i've done this in a car.’’ he said, still panting as he felt your hand slide up and down his cock, seeing you sit a little below his belly so that his leaking tip gently brushed against your belly. you were stroking him so deliciously slow, making him clench his fists in anticipation.

‘’same, i don't even know if this will work.’’ you laughed softly, feeling alex’s hands lower the top of your dress a little just to see the sight of your breasts exposed in front of him, leaving him more aroused than he could have imagined.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ he replied, moving his hand to your panties, not feeling the need to take them off, just using his index and middle fingers to form a hook and pull them to the side, leaving them free so he could test the waters a little, teasing you just like you did to him. ‘’oh, you’re so wet, baby.’’ he smirked, using his thumb to ghost over your clit, his touch was as light as a feather, and it was torturous for you. ‘’we didn't do anything and you're already soaked, eh?’’

‘’and it’s all your fault.’’ you grumbled, pressing your thumb on his fat tip, spreading the precum all over his throbbing cock. he let out a growl, he wish he could eat you out until you’re screaming his name and your moans echo throughout the parking lot, but he was kinda desperate to feel you around him.

''lift your hips, babe. need to feel you.'' he commanded, still holding your panties firmly to the side with the hook he formed with his fingers.

you obeyed immediately, raising your hips a little, rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness over it, closing your eyes as you sink down on him, feeling him bury his cock completely inside of you, throwing your body back a little, placing both of your hands on his knees while he helped you move by putting one hand on your waist and the other were still occupied holding your panties to the side.

your movements were slow, lifting your hips up and bringing them down again, making alex have the privilege of seeing his cock coming out almost completely to the point of seeing his tip out and then disappearing completely inside of you, your walls feeling like home for him. and you did this with such precision, increasing the pace a little more with each bounce, both of you panting with each firm thrust.

‘’f-fuck, al, feels so fuckin’ g-good…’’ you barely have the voice to whisper in his ear when you lean your body towards him, making him place one of his hands on your lower back. alex kissed your neck, already free from the necklace when you took it off earlier, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached your jawline.

‘’you feel so fucking good, darling. so tight…’’ alex hummed, satisfied with the feeling of your tits against his chest, your hard nipples poking his skin. ‘’you ‘ave no idea how much i want you on all fours right now.’’ he said, sucking the air tightly between his teeth, his hand moved to give you a hard slap on your left buttock, making a noise that would certainly echo through the room if you were in one.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ you repeated his line, seeing him smile as he caught his lower lip between his teeth as he caught one last glimpse of you above him. you had an idea, knowing that you could fold down the backseat, doing so by pressing the small latch in the corner of the car, folding the seat down and creating more space.

now you were able to reverse positions, and soon you were on all fours towards him, letting your ass up so that he could take you from behind. the car was silent, you only heard the sound of his breathing and your own breathing before you felt him pulling down your panties until it reached your bent knees, your hole were clenching around nothing, feeling so empty without him, but soon this emptiness were filled when he entered you again with no warming, making you gasp.

his hands grabbed your waist after traveling a path along your thighs and buttocks, respectively, feeling your skin shivering at his touch. you pressed the upholstery of the seat with one hand while the other was leaning against the window. whoever was passing by could easily see the prints of your fingers and palm because of the air conditioning on.

even though the pace was slow at first, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the delicious sensation of feeling him fucking you so deep , his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, even more so when he held your shoulder, making you lift your head a little and feel his warm and alcoholic breath hitting your hair as he leaned his body a little more over yours.

turner had a smile on his lips, he liked the sight of having you in all fours at him, and even more so when you were so lubricated that it was even slippery, he could pull out his entire cock and bottoms out with such ease and did it several times, not only because it is extremely pleasurable for him, but also for you.

he loved seeing you so cockdrunked, he love to see you arch your back as you contorted your body whenever he hit your g-spot to the point that it made you feel a small twinge, just like a cramp.

‘’oh, fuck, alex.’’ you growled, grabbing his wrist, making him look at you while you turned your head enough to look him in the eyes. you had bright eyes, a flushed face, your lipstick was completely smudged and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breathing.

‘’yeah?’’ he asked cynically, leaning his body more to leave a small kiss on your shoulder, watching you struggle to reach his lips to try to give him a kiss.

‘’are you sure i'm the dark one around here?’’ you mumbled, and alex gave another smile. he knew you wanted more. he might as well make you beg for it, he liked being in control, and that turned him on even more.

‘’shh, you are very impatient.’’ he tilted his body more so he could kiss you while he remained still inside you, then returning to his starting position to continue thrusting slowly for a few more seconds, just for fun.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling his adam's apple throb and even though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but respond to your requests for more. the position made the penetration deeper and, when he realized that you were more comfortable and wiggling your ass to match his pace, he sank his fingers into your hips as he began to thrust harder.

there was a moment when you didn't know which was louder, whether it was their moans or the sound of his hips bumping against your ass, and turner didn't hesitate to close his fist around your hair, making you roll your eyes under your eyelids, needing just a few more thrusts so he could notice your arms failing to keep you fully on all fours, announcing the arrival of a orgasm.

alex wraps his arm around your waist, his palm resting on your belly, making you partially kneel while he is pounding hard, just to hear you moan his name madly, feeling your nails scratch his arms wrapped around your torso.

his other hand roamed to your front, moving down so his middle and ring finger could rub your clit tirelessly, making your knees even weaker as you grabbed his hair for your dear life. you're just a babbling mess, and he liked the effect he had on you.

‘’what’s the matter? you wanted it hard, so you’re fucking getting it.’’ he growled, biting your shoulder as you gasped for air, your cunt was clenching hard around him, you’re really close.

‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, alex, ‘m gonna cum, please…’’ you moaned breathlessly, feeling his fingers keeping its ministrations on your sensitive bud.

‘’mhmm, that’s right, baby, cum for me.’’ he encouraged you, and you just loved it when he talked to you like that, and it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock, he kept fucking you through your orgasm just to prolong this overwhelming feeling.

and of course, it didn't take him long to follow suit, letting go of everything he was fighting to hold back just for the feeling of pleasure to linger, his hot load coated your walls, filling you up so good. soon he was breathing deeply as he tried to adjust his blurred vision, his grip on you still tight.

he let his limp body fall onto the bench, seeing that you did the same. now you’re concentrated on regulating your own breathing. you had a smile on your face, running your tongue over your lips as if you couldn't believe what just happened.

his half closed eyes still captured the moment when you reached the dashboard only to turn off the air conditioning and open the glove compartment, taking out a cigarette pack and a black lighter. every movement you made was slow, from the moment you brought the unlit cigarette to your full lips until the moment you took the first drag, blowing the smoke outside through the small crack in the window you opened.

‘’why are you looking at me like that?’’ you asked curiously, your bent legs swinging from side to side in a distracted way. turner shook his head, taking a drag on the cigarette you offered him next.

‘’i just like looking at you.’’ he replied after releasing smoke from his mouth. you both stayed in a comfortable silence for a while longer, just looking at each other and enjoying what you had. and you wouldn't trade it for anything. ‘’we should do this again.’’

‘’maybe in a bigger car.’’ you added, looking inside your prius before taking another drag, taking your hand to the outside of the car to get rid of the cigarette ashes. ‘’but I really want to do it again. not here.’’ you raised one of your eyebrows, sliding your foot over turner's bare and sweaty chest, letting him know that you weren't satisfied with just this quickie. and he wasn't either. he would never get tired of doing this to you wherever he went.

‘’my place or yours?’’ he asked with a smirk, seeing you shrug your shoulders.

‘’odds and evens?’’ you asked and alex laughed.

‘’fair enough. evens.’’ he responded by closing his hand and you did the same, and they soon showed the chosen numbers. alex showed one finger and you showed two.

‘’guess i won this one.’’ you giggled, touching the tip of his nose, implying that you were going to your apartment. and then, they were putting back your clothes and getting ready to leave the parking lot in the car.

‘’are we really going to leave miles ‘ere?’’ he asked, laughing as he combed his hair with his fingers. you laughed, nodding.

‘’miles knows how to manage without us for a night.’’ you replied, allowing yourself to speed up the car as you left the hotel, moving further and further away. ‘’i just know that i want you so hard.’’

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ alex asked, hearing your hearty laugh echo through the car while the wind that came through the window ruffled your hair and made you more graceful.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’

alex laughed, being quick enough to steal a peck from you as you took you both to your apartment or wherever. alex didn't care about having a certain destiny as long as he was with you.

after that, all you saw before your sparkling eyes while you both were inside the prius was an empty avenue on a halloween night in los angeles.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #doctor says

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I saw you made a post asking for requests!

So may I humbly request your take on what a desert Na'vi tribe would be like? Whether you want to draw it or just write ideas down, whatever you feel up for!!

ACTUALLY I WAS JUST GOING TO POST THIS

First of all, yes, they are not desert but savannah na'vi. But because most likely Pandora doesn't have any deserts at all, this is the closest that we can have.

I found this beautiful referense and I just had to draw this

So, about the savannah na'vi! I'm planning on creating like a system of savannah clans that would feel similar to lion prides. As you can see I already have a design for them: purple skin since na'vi get purple when tan, spots that grow into stripes (we discussed it with one guy that studies biology as a hobby and decided this pattern but I don't remember what was exactly the reason), curly hair, yellow-to-orange-to-brown eyes, little bioluminescence. And of course facial features of African people.

Each clan will have their own culture, I already have some ideas like: they hunt by riding these cheetah like predators and chase their prey at incredible speed, but only women can ride them! Women are the main hunters of the clan, men are busy protecting the village, cooking and teaching the eldest children. Some clans will use tar like substance to protect their teeth so their teeth become black. They love colorful clothes and colors in general so often they would paint themselves in bright paterns just to feel beautiful. Each clan has their own different way to style their hair. Curly hair is not a struggle but an opportunity!

This is most of the ideas I had but there's still a lot lo think about. Let me know if you have any more ideas!

And I think it is needed to say, na'vi clans are only inspired by existing human cultures, but are not meant to accurately represent them. Well at least my clans. I just would not want to hear something like "we are not like this you're not getting our culture right!!" coming from an African person. I am still learning about other cultures and I can't know everything. I just find those bits of culture that I see inspiring. Thank you for reading all this haha))

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar frontiers of pandora #afop #atwow #art #avatar art #avatar oc #savannah na'vi

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littlemonday · 3 days

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About Minsc and The Emperor

So, I have some thoughts on the whole exchange where the Emperor initially refuses to help Minsc. While this scene is the subject of many hate posts regarding the Emperor, I don’t see this scene as functionally much different from many other exchanges in the game with companions and NPCs alike. And, while I do think the Emperor is wrong, his reluctance to protect Minsc actually does make sense when you consider some additional context.

Here’s the additional context I’m speaking of: Jaheira tells you before you start the mission to find Minsc that in the earlier years of the Cult of the Absolute, she and Minsc had discovered the cultists and their mind flayer connections. Minsc ignored chain of command, charged in, and not only compromised the entire mission, forcing Jaheira and her Harpers to flee, but it’s what put him in his current Stone Lord predicament. When the Emperor says that his mind is chaos, and that he will not aid their cause, he has good reason to believe that. I’ve seen a lot of players just frame this as the Emperor not wanting an ally he can’t easily control, but I consider that a bad faith interpretation. For one thing, after the rescue mission, there’s a whole exchange back at camp among Jaheira, Minsc, and Tav/Durge in which you can tell Minsc that he needs to cooperate, and he can’t be so reckless in the future. This is a full acknowledgement that he’s a potential liability. The Emperor also encourages you to make allies among those whose goals align with yours and this includes many others who are not tadpoled, and for whom he would have little to no direct influence over. Lastly, we know he’s a risk averse character, and during the conversation leading up to the romance scene, there’s a dialogue option in which he’ll tell you that when dealing with an Elder Brain, there’s no room for error.

Now, I believe the Emperor is wrong here because refusing to help him might jeopardize your alliance with Jaheira and the Harpers. In fact, this is exactly what happens. So, unless there’s a good role play reason to sacrifice Minsc, I’d say talk the Emperor into protecting him. (Minsc is also awesome, so I love having him in my party).

Speaking of which, it’s very, very easy to convince the Emperor to protect Minsc! Basically, you go through a few dialogue exchanges and the Emperor will agree to protect him. You don’t even need to make any skill checks to convince him. This is functionally not much different than many other exchanges in the game in which you’re trying to convince others to your side so you get the outcome you want.

Here are just some examples of these exchanges. Some of these have skill checks, while others don’t.

-Convincing Kagha to not kill Arabella. -Convincing Roland to stay and help the tieflings. -Talking Wyll down from killing Karlach. -Convincing Shadowheart not to kill Lae’zel over the artifact. -Convincing Lae’zel not to kill you because you might be turning. -Persuading Astarion to stop drinking your blood. (If you fail these checks, he kills you then gaslights you the next day). -Convincing Jaheira you’re not a True Soul. (Someone will eventually intervene). -Convincing Shadowheart not to kill the Nightsong. (She may or may not choose to spare Nightsong on her own depending on the circumstances leading up to this). -Persuading Astarion to be better than Cazador so that he stays with the party after not ascending. -Persuading Florrick to not attack Wyll on sight when she believes he killed his father.

There are more examples, but these are the ones I can come up with off the top of my head, and I’m not going to make an exhaustive list. For a game in which you have characters who all have different perspectives and opinions, and will express them, a lot of players just can’t seem to reconcile that the Emperor is just another character with his own perspectives and opinions. Not only that, he leaves you your autonomy to do what you want even if it means you’re risking his life and freedom.

Like the other characters, the Emperor doesn’t always have opinions that align with yours. Astarion is often a notorious example of this very thing. How many of us intervene with Nere before he can kill all the gnomes? Or, save Isobel from being abducted by Marcus? Or side with Dame Aylin over Lorroakan? Astarion disapproves of all of these despite Isobel and Dame Aylin being great potential allies in the final fight. These are just a few examples, again off the top of my head.

To be charitable here, one thing that may be at play is something called ludonarrative dissonance. Essentially, LD is when the narrative of the story and the narrative of the gameplay are at odds with one another. In this case, Minsc is brought under the protection of the Emperor, and he behaves himself from there on out. Yes, there’s a brief exchange telling him to behave, but he either doesn’t understand or pretends not to. Either way, he comes under the player’s control, and with no additional scenes of him recklessly charging into battle, he seems like the perfect, controllable ally. We basically never see the chaos in his mind that the Emperor speaks of, because we, the player, are given control over him. (Kind of feels like there’s something meta going on here).

Now that I’ve been charitable, I’ll be frank: The Emperor could literally follow through on his word to destroy the Nether Brain, not take the stones or crown for himself, save you and the city, all while never forcing you to do anything you don't want to do, and people would still hate him. Oh, wait…

#bg3 emperor #bg3 #the emperor bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 #minsc #Is this a hot take? It feels like it shouldn't be. Maybe a warm take?

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nottapossum · 1 day

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The littlest Cannibal Pt 1: Little Fawn in Cannibal town.

Possum: This story takes place years before Hazbin hotel, before Alastor's 7 year absence, and before the death of Franklin.

Franklin is someone who co-owned Rosie's Emporium before elegedly dying in the extermination.

Now some say Franklin was a guy who was in a relationship with Rosie.

Some think it's the woman who was dead in front of the emporium in the pilot.

Idk.

For the sake of not knowing I will be using They/Them pronouns for Franklin.

Oh also! This takes place in my Au itty bitty sinners, it's a prequel!

But you don't have to read that to read this. Not much is different tbh. Except that littles are more known and Alastor is a regressor.

Just needed to clear that up real quick.

⚠️ READ ME! ⚠️

This work is an Age regression/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.

But there will also be cursing and talking about adult things when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed. Be careful.)

Age regression is not sexual, it's a safe coping mechanism.

Don't like, don't read.

⚠️⚠️Tw for this chapter: Implied toxic friendships, Panic attacks PTSD, being mauled by wild dogs, parent dying, suicidal thoughts. Lmk if I should add.

🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌

~~~Alastor and Rosie:~~~~

“Alastor! You made it!” Rosie smiles extra wide upon seeing him arrive at the cannibal town meeting she's been pestering him about all day yesterday.

Alastor's familiar smile lingers on his face. “It seemed rather important to you, I figured the least I could do is make an appearance.” He says casually. He wasn't sure about attending at all, but he really does owe it to Rosie.

“Well, come on. I saved you a seat up front with me.” She says, pulling on his arm to guide him to their seats.

Alastor has been staying in cannibal town for a few days now. It wasn't exactly part of his plan, at all actually. But he needed some space from…certain individuals who he'd rather never be associated with again!

Rosie and Franklin were gracious enough to let him stay there, they also agreed to help convince the other residents to keep his visitation on the down low until he's ready to make a glorious comeback.

He told them the reason for staying had to do with needing some time to plan and prepare for an upcoming project of his…

But his real reasons, he'd never admit to..because they are far more pathetic and childish.

He hadn't shown up for the last overlord meeting, he hasn't left cannibal town since the incident, and yet…he's managed to keep the smile wide on his face.

No matter how much he hurt, he could always keep smiling.

There are days he felt as if that's all he had.

“Thank you everyone for being here.” Franklin says. “Now, if you will all kindly settle down so we can begin…uh, excuse me…SHUT UP!” They shout.

Alastor raised his eyebrows in amusement as the audience finally quieted down around him.

Rosie stood up to help them. “What my partner here is trying to say is that we have a lot to cover today. So, everyone please settle down..Now, who would like to start?” Rosie asks, picking up the mallet from the podium.

A few of the residents stood up to get Rosie's attention.

“Ah, yes. Fauntleroy. Why don't you start?” Rosie asks.

Mr. Fauntleroy cleared his throat. “Mrs Rosie, Mx Franklin.” He greets. “I wanted to discuss the possibility of expanding on my tea shop, the ground along the right side is all dead rubbish. If you'll allow it, I'd like to buy the land and add a book section to my shop. I think the addition of-”

“You want to sell books!? At a tea shop! This is madness!” Susan shouts in the audience.

Anyone can say what they want about cannibal town..

‘They eat people,’

‘They're too violent,’

‘They're hurting me ow ow stop it.’

But they certainly are entertaining in any case.

“Now, Susan…” Rosie starts.

“Don't now Susan me! If he starts selling books at his tea shop, who knows what that could lead to! Selling flowers at the haberdashery?! Anarchy!”

“Calm down, Susan. It's not that serious.” Rosie says. “We sell a multitude of items at the emporium.”

“But that's an emporium! To sell books at a tea shop would be false advertising!”

“I think you're just scared of change.” Rosie says.

“I am not!"

“We're getting off topic.” Fauntleroy interrupts. “I simply wish to know the price of the land so that I may-”

“Woof woof woof!” A loud barking speaks over the gentleman, startling Alastor immensely. His ears perk up as well as his tail in fear of the familiar sound.

“Woof Woof Woof Woof woof!”

Alastor looks around the place with caution, his rictus grin still in place, but his fear is in danger of getting discovered by his intense breathing and his sudden head movements.

Where is it? Where's the fucking beast!?

His instincts want to stomp his feet, but he resists.

He's not a deer, there are no other deer around.

He's fine! Everything is fine!

“Alastor?” Rosie asks, having moved from the podium to stand in front of him. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Theodosia, you brought frufru?” Another cannibal asks before Alastor can respond to her. “To a town meeting?”

“She has as much right to be here as anybody!” Theodosia argues. “She's a member of the town!”

“Take that dog somewhere else unless you want me to make sausages!” Susan says. “I can't hear Rosie over that racket!”

“If you love Rosie so much, just marry her, Susan!” another cannibal says.

“Shut up! I want to hear what Rosie and Franklin have to say!”

“You can't hear very well anyway.” Theodosia says.

“What?” Susan asks her.

“Woof Woof woof!” Fru Fru continues.

Alastor looks towards the lady who had the evil little poodle in her lap. His eyes light up and form dials as he is tempted to devour her and her little dog.

No no no!

Control….

Stay in control Alastor…

You need to stay here.

Part of him wants to run, and the other part wants to eat the dog!

And he needs to fight both of those if he wants to keep up appearances.

Alastor has been fighting regression all week, his little…mishap with Vox has left him feeling…a way he'd rather not expand on.

“Alastor?” Rosie asks again, reaching for his hand slowly.

“Woof woof woof!”

Alastor feels like barking back before ripping that dog apart with his teeth! He can't help but gripping his ears with his hands, stopping Rosie's attempts to comfort him.

“Alastor?” Rosie rests a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

That snaps him back to reality for a moment. Alastor shakes his head and turns to Rosie…

His eyes are back to normal as he faces his friend. “Rosie?” He asks.

“There you are. Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asks him.

“E-excuse me.” Alastor got up and walked out of the room slowly but surely to avoid any issues. He couldn't take it anymore!

He continues to cover his ears to avoid listening to the loud chatter and barking.

‘Breathe, Alastor… just breathe.’ He tells himself.

“Alastor?” Rosie tries to get his attention, but Alastor keeps walking.

Alastor left at a normal pace until it was safe to run.

The second he couldn't be seen by the townsfolk, he ran! And he kept running, past the buildings, through town square, until he found Rosie's emporium.

His current residence was too far away to run to before he completely broke down, and he desperately needed a quiet room to reside until he calmed a bit.

He can't regress here!

He walks inside and sits down on the floor behind the counter to try and calm himself down.

He can't stop replaying it in his head…

The way he smiled at her as she lay there, bleeding out…

The way he ran from the scene, not really Watching where he was going…

The dogs chased him, attacked him.

He remembered wishing they just ended him.

Why does he have to lose everyone he's ever cared about?

He wished Mimzie were here…

He's not sure why.

He just…didn't want to feel alone.

He was so alone! But every time he opened up to anyone…it ended like this!

Him, breaking down and acting like a child!

“Alastor?”

…fuck.

Why did he run here!? He could have found a library or something!

He panics more, unable to get his breathing in order.

“Alastor, Alastor, what happened, sweetie?” Rosie walks into the room, worried out of her mind, she's never seen Alastor like this. “Are you alright?”

He couldn't answer, and he couldn't stop! His whole body shook violently as he tried to calm himself down.

Just calm the fuck down!

Rosie sat down on the floor in front of him. “Breathe, sweetie. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Rosie tells him gently.

She's freaking out inside, but she knows it won't help him to know that. She has to stay calm for his sake.

Alastor's breathing is shaky and gasp-y as he tries to talk: “I'm fine, Ro- I'm-” his breathing was too shallow, he doesn't even have enough air to talk.

“Hey, just focus on breathing, yeah?” She asks him. “You don't have to put on a face for me, darling. I'm your friend.”

Alastor nods, he's feeling such a strong fatigue trying to overcome him, yet his panicked adrenaline was residing within him, stopping the tiredness from overtaking him.

“Breathe in…2…3…4. And out 2…3…4.” She guides him.

Alastor follows her lead and starts to calm down.

It takes a bit, but his breathing finally slows down to a normal pace.

Small tears still fall down his face, he can't stop them.

“Are you okay?” Rosie asks.

No…

Alastor nods.

“Alright, deerie. It's okay to be honest with me right now, in fact, I need you to be honest with me, alright?” Rosie asks.

Alastor nods, his head is starting to fuzz, he can't think straight…but he tries to focus on what she's saying.

“Do you need some space, or would you like some company? I'm here for you as long as you want me, but I can go if that's better.”

Alastor should tell her to leave.

He's feeling small and he can't have her knowing he's small!

But…

He doesn't want to be alone…

He misses his friend! He can't be alone!

Alastor took her hand. “You can stay…” He says, but quickly adds: “If you'd like.”

A voice inside is yelling.

No one else can know! Too many people know! Like- two people! That's too many. You can't add Rosie to the list!

Rosie placed her other hand on top of his, stopping the negative thoughts. “Alright, I'm not going anywhere.”

Tears started falling down Alastor's face again, he just wanted his mama! But, she's gone! It's not fair!

“Oh, sweetie. It's okay. I'm here.” Rosie offers Alastor a hug by stretching out her arms, she knows Alastor is not a fan of physical affection, but it looked like he really needed one.

Alastor's eyes are bloodshot red, but they glow with a bit of innocence Rosie immediately recognized.

The deer crawled onto her lap and wrapped his own arms around her as he cried harder into her shoulder.

“It’s okay, get it out. It's alright.” Rosie says, rubbing his back as he sobs into her shoulder. “You're alright.”

Alastor shakes his head. “Broken.”

Rosie pets his ears. “What's that, darling?”

“M’ broken.” He says. “S'wrong.”

“It's not wrong and you're not broken.” Rosie tells him. “Everyone gets a bit damaged, but you're not broken. Understand?”

Alastor nods.

“Good.”

It took a few minutes for him to get all those negative things out, but Rosie didn't mind, she'd be here for years if he needed it.

“Alastor?” Rosie asks him as soon as the sobbing dies down. “Are you okay?” She asks again.

Alastor nods against Rosie, but he doesn't let go of her. He holds her tight as if she'd go away once he let go.

“Are you feeling…small, right now, honey?” Rosie asks him carefully.

Alastor whines pitifully, sounding a bit like a little fawn.

“It's okay, I've looked after little ones like you before. There's nothing to be afraid of.” Rosie says, petting his hair. “Even big scary overlords like us can use some tending to, right?”

Alastor only shrugs as a response.

“Here, let's get you to bed, little deer.” Rosie says.

Rosie picks Alastor up with no trouble at all and heads to one of her spare bedrooms.

She sets Alastor gently onto the bed.

“Is it okay if I remove your coat and shoes?” Rosie asks him.

Alastor nods, eyelids heavy and his eyes still so red.

She's gonna have to help clean up his face too.

So, she helps him take off his shoes and coat. She sets his shoes by the door and hangs up his coat nicely in the closet so he'll know where they are tomorrow.

Rosie walks into the bathroom, causing Alastor to bleep at her in distress.

“It's alright, dear. I'm just getting a rag for your face.” She tells him.

Rosie walks back over to him, rag in hand. “Is it alright if I clean you up?” She asks him.

Alastor nods, so she takes his chin gently and graces his face with the cloth. “There you are. She cooes. “There's my Alastor.”

Alastor looks at her differently, like a stranger, but almost with a certain familiarity too.

She doesn't mention it though, she simply gets up to put the rag away.

Once she returns she notices Alastor pouting at her.

Now, Alastor's smile remains painted on his face, but his eyes and his ears give it away, his eyes peering as his ears droop down, indicating his distress.

Rosie tilts her head. “What's wrong, deerie?” She asks him. “Something on your mind?”

Alastor just huffs like an angry deer as if Rosie should know exactly what is wrong.

“Come now, how am I supposed to know what you need if you don't tell me?” She asks.

Alastor crosses his arms and looks away from Rosie.

Rosie sits down on the bed. “Alastor? ~” She asks teasingly. “Is someone a little grumpy?"

Alastor shakes his head. "No."

"Sleepy, then?"

"No." Alastor tries to resist it, but he yawns.

Rosie smiles sympathetically. “It's alright, you just relax.” She says, moving the sheets, which forces Alastor to move backwards, away from the blankets so Rosie could pull the sheets over him. “You get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning.”

But Alastor reaches and grabs Rosie's arm.

“Stay?” Alastor asks her. “Please?”

Rosie smiles. “How about a story?” She asks him.

Alastor nods, he'd take almost any attention at this point.

Rosie pulls over the chair by the vanity closer to the bed where Alastor can see her. “Alright.”

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up. And the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.”

As Rosie started reading, Alastor became more and more relaxed.

She didn't even make it through one chapter before he was fast asleep.

Rosie looks up from her book and sees Alastor sleeping soundly.

She smiles at finally seeing her friend peaceful for a change. She couldn't help herself, she lightly brushed some of his loose hairs back.

“Rest well, Bambi.” She whispers softly to him.

~~~Alastor~~~

By the time Alastor woke up…

Rosie was no longer there.

It was honestly for the best, he didn't wish to speak to her anyways. He gets up to retrieve his shoes and jacket and walks home quietly without a word to Rosie.

~~~One week later:~~~

Alastor was reading quietly at his current residence.

No one bothered him too much since the incident, which he supposed was a good thing. He didn't really want to talk to Rosie about it…

He didn't wish to talk to anyone about it.

He didn't know where he'd go, but he had to leave, he couldn't face her after that…

Which was fine, he should be used to this by now, everyone who knew about him always left eventually.

If the last few weeks taught him anything, it was better when he walked away first. Better to leave than be left.

He heard a knock at the door.

Alastor sighs, curses.

If he wasn't raised right, he may have just ignored the knocking door, but alas, his mother did teach him some manners.

He opens the door and sees none other than…Rosie.

Of course.

“Alastor! Good, you're here!” Rosie says.

Alastor's ears drop slightly from feeling rather awkward. “Hello, Rosie. What brings you here?” He asks.

“I won't dawdle if you're busy, I just wanted to drop something off for you.” She says. She's currently holding a big red box with yellow stars on it.

“I see, why would you give me something? It's not my birthday, it's not sinmas.” He says.

“No, no, it's nothing like that. It's a special gift just between friends.” She says. “Don't be rude, just accept it.”

He takes the box from her, still slightly confused.

“Come by tomorrow if you feel like it, darling.” She says. “You're always welcome.” She says, looking him straight in the eyes to make that very clear to him.

Rosie walks away, so Alastor closes the door.

What could she possibly-?

He doesn't finish the thought, but he sets the box down on his tea table.

Atop the box, there was a letter.

Alastor walks over to his drawer to get his letter opener to rip it open carefully.

The letter read: ‘Your secret's safe with me, darling. And if you need someone to keep you company on those sensitive days, you can always come to me. I will be there for you. ~Rosie 🌹’

‘P.S, I hope I didn't go overboard on the gifts. If I have, please forgive my excitement.’

Alastor sets the letter aside and opens the box and his ears perk up upon seeing the two pacifiers at the top of some red tissue paper.

Taking out the remaining paper, there was a stuffed deer toy, a handmade bonnet with holes for his ears and antlers, a deer themed teether, an adult sized baby bottle, and lastly, a deer quilt she made herself.

His ears drop again…

Why would she do this for him? Why make such an effort?

He knows their friends but-

None of his other friends would have done something quite like this…

The quilt was very soft, softer than anything he currently owned.

He felt the soft fabric against his cheek.

…

Perhaps he could stay…a little longer.

~~~The next day: Alastor and Rosie:~~~

It would be rude to not thank Rosie for the gifts.

He doesn't wish to discuss this with her…but it's done.

He can't change what she knows.

If yet another person has to know…he doesn't mind it being Rosie.

“Alastor! What a nice surprise.” Rosie smiles, seeing Alastor arrive at the emporium.

“Franklin, take over for me?” Rosie asks once Alastor walks closer to her.

Franklin nods.

“Follow me.” Rosie says, taking him upstairs to the same room he woke up in last week.

Alastor's smile was still there, but his ears were down as he awkwardly looked around the room. “I uh- I appreciate the gift, Rosie.”

Rosie smiles. “Oh, I'm glad! I hope I didn't go overboard. I'd hate to overwhelm you.” She says, lightly touching his cheek to reinitiate eye contact.

He grips gently on her hand to show her a bit of affection. “Not at all.”

He doesn't know if he trusts anyone anymore…but if he did, it would be Rosie.

He felt as if he could actually be comforted by her touch, and actually be okay when she's around.

But does he actually feel that way?

“Listen, I know you're not one to talk about your feelings, but would it be alright if we talked about it?” Rosie asks.

Alastor has only discussed regression with a few individuals, and even then it was a general conversation, nothing too personal for the most part.

But, it wouldn't be so horrendous to confide in Rosie. She's never done him wrong before, in fact she has surpassed friendships expectations ten fold by being there for him already.

“Al?” She asks.

“What is left to be discussed?” He asks.

“Well, I wanted to let you know that there's nothing wrong with you.” She says. “Earlier you said you were broken, and sure, I don't know everything about you, how you grew up, what you think and how you spent your life up there, but I do know at least that regressing is your attempt at healing, not breaking. I don't want you to feel like you're not worth the support you need in order to do that, because you are.” She says. “There is nothing wrong with you being small sometimes, and there's no shame in accepting some comfort either.”

Alastor wasn't sure how to respond to that. People don't typically talk to him like that. “Thank you, Rosie. That's very kind.”

“I did some research on age regression, it's honestly quite interesting.” Rosie says.

Alastor looks at her, face unreadable.

Rosie just continues. “It sounds like a great way to cope with all this shit we gotta deal with.” She says. “I've met regressors before, there are plenty here in Cannibal town. But, I've only watched them on occasion, never for more than a few hours.”

Alastor nods, not sure how to respond to that either.

“Do you have anyone to take care of you when you're little, honey?” Rosie asks him.

Alastor's face flushes a bit from the pet name, but it’s not noticeable. “Uh, no. I don't have anyone.” Alastor says. “I used to but…they didn't last.”

“Would you like someone there?” Rosie asks.

“Are you offering?” Alastor asks back, a bit suspiciously.

“Yeah.” She answers simply.

“Why?”

Rosie rolls her eyes. “I don't know, Alastor. Maybe because I actually care about you?” She suggests.

“Rosie, you know me, I'm a sadistic serial killer.”

“I'm up for the challenge.” She says.

Alastor sighs, not sure she understands what she is offering.

His first caregiver left as soon as she started.

And the second…

Well, the second was excellent until he wasn't.

Could he handle another one walking away?

“Al,” Rosie takes his hand. “I'm not afraid of a little breakdown. I saw how scared you were, I saw how you looked so lost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to help that kid out. You are my friend and you're always there helping everyone else out. It's okay to let someone else help you for once.”

Alastor? Helping people? Who ever heard of such a thing?

He shakes his head. He decides he can't take another caregiver.

He's had enough!

And though he doesn't doubt Rosie's loyalty and fondness of him…

He'll constantly be asking himself when Rosie will give up, when she's had enough, when she…

When she finds someone else.

“I'm sorry, Rosie. I don't need a caregiver.” He says. “I can take care of myself.”

Rosie smiles. “That's alright.” She says. “I understand. But, feel free to come to me if you need anything, and I mean anything!” She says sternly.

Alastor nods. “I will.”

“And if you're little…and need some company…”

Alastor rolls his eyes in amusement. “I will come to you.”

Rosie pets his ears. “Good.”

Alastor glares at Rosie for daring to touch his ears.

Rosie laughs. “I'm sorry, deer. I couldn't help myself. You're absolutely adorable.”

“I am NOT adorable!” Alastor protests.

Rosie laughs again. “Whatever you say.”

Alastor's glare deepens. “Rosie…”

“You're not adorable, or cute, not at all. You're…absolutely terrifying and abhorrent, and hideous. Especially when small.” Rosie playcates. “Just an awful, horrifying overlord, nothing else.”

Alastor rolls his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” He says sarcastically.

Rosie pets his head again. “You're very welcome, deer. Would you like to join Franklin and I for dinner tonight?” She asks.

Alastor smiles just a bit brighter with genuineness. “I'd be honored.”

🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌

I will stand in the dark for you

I will hold you back by force

I will stand here right outside your door

I won't see you disgraced

I will protect your name and your heart

Because I miss my friend

I know you've forgotten me

I know you so well my friend

I know you might just throw yourself over

But I won't let you

I won't let you

It's all on me."

~~Sonya Alone, by Dave Malloy.

From Natasha, Pierre, and the great comet of 1812.

🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹

Possum note:

Hopefully Alastor and Rosie aren't too ooc in this 😅

This is only part 1 because I seriously need more Alastor slowly being adopted by and becoming family with everyone in cannibal town.

If you guys have any requests let me know.

Also, if you know what great comet is... what's your favorite song? 😍 Mines charming and Dust and ashes. Oh! And no one else!

I love great comet!

Wait- what were we talking about?

Oh yeah.

Just give me your input, comments are good for my self esteem lol

Tags!!

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @abby5577 @attagirljessy @silveraro @little-bu-snuggles (asked to be tagged for this specifically) @babiegurlmuffin @thesmallestdeerbab (I think you asked to be tagged? I'm sorry if I'm wrong.)

Hopefully that's all the tags.

#ittybittysinners #little!alastor #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #age regression fanfic #Caregiver Rosie #Cg!Rosie #Age regressor Alastor

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strawberry-crocodile · 3 days

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Since u talk about transmisogyny a lot on here, I'd like to confess: I did follow transandrophobia blogs for a while on here because I thought, well, it's nice that there is a specific word that makes it easier to navigate to find specific things relevant to my own experiences, surely? I realized after a while the only time these topics really get brought up is as a defense to why the term has value, rather than engaging in discussions relevant to actual transphobia against transmasculine people. It felt like it was never elaborated upon beyond vague mentions of these things, and then otherwise, it was discourse about the word itself. As you can probably expect transmisogyny was only mentioned in passing, so I didn't understand much about it for a long time. I believe it was your posts deconstructing transandrophobia that made me understand why, exactly, the word wasn't useful at all, and also why this framework exists largely as a way to attack trans women who criticize the word, whether the people involved are aware of that or not (relevant to say their ignorance can be just as harmful!!) Once I realized that, and how little transandrophobia truthers listen about transmisogyny on top of that, it made all of the discussion about solidarity just ring hollow. Ended up blocking the handful of people I knew from that circle. it sucks that communities like this exist but I want to let you know I really appreciate you discussing transmisogyny openly, I imagine it's hard, stressful and exhausting in a lot of ways, and I don't think it's something just anyone could/should/has the means to undertake, but I hope you know that it does make a difference. People like you making an effort to discuss topics in good faith and going through the ordeal of re-explaining things does wonders for those of us willing to listen. Still listening now! so again, thank you, and I hope you're taking care of yourself <3

Hey this is really awesome to hear!! I try to keep myself approachable and relatively non-judgmental for just this reason. People who are willing to listen and consider other issues and change your beliefs i love you

#blogodile

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neverevan · 3 days

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in theory I love the 'they both lost someone and found each other in grief' but I think that would diminish what they have. as if they're second best almost :/ that already annoys me a little with them bringing shannon back again and again (and again), with eddie thinking that's the only magic he ever had - when actually, they had quite a lot of problems

well I get that as a viewer you might feel like they are overdoing it, but the thing with grief is that it never goes away and sure, they had a lot of problems; getting pregnant at 18-19 is not a joyride.

raising a kid when you still don't even have an idea who you are is hard enough, but then add into the mix Eddie's military time and Shannon's dying mother and her having to deal with Eddie's parents and figuring out how to care for a kid with special needs on top of it all.

it was a complicated relationship, but after they reconnected, after Eddie allowed Shannon back into his life with Christopher (which again, Eddie was mostly absent for 6 years, Shannon was gone for like one by the looks of it and Eddie was the one "allowing" her back ugh lots to unpack there) he was happy with her.

up to the point where she wanted a divorce, so she could become the right person to raise Christopher before she tried to become the right person to be with Eddie.

it stung and it made him angry but then she died and the anger didn't go away, but it got caught up in the grief and excitement of love he was feeling just before and after.

the reason I'm going into this (though not in so much detail cuz then we'd be here until tomorrow) is to show just how complicated his feelings about Shannon are. now consider the fact that he has to see Christopher, a living, breathing reminder of Shannon every single day.

and he wants to do right by him and he thinks that'd equal doing right by himself too, because that's how it was with Shannon; they were high school sweethearts, they were married, they had a kid. it's the picture perfect family, especially when you look at it from a christian angle — which does seem to be something coming up for Eddie this season.

Buck on the other hand? he is everything Eddie wants and needs, but he's far from that picture. he's a guy for starters and at this point we don't even know if Eddie has ever entertained the possibility of something like that, then he is his coworker, which isn't exactly ideal, even though we as a fandom love to sidestep that part.

they have the bond, the affection and possibly the attraction, but for Eddie to see it that way, he needs to let go of the idea of the picture perfect family, that's step one.

and he can't do it until he lets go of the idea of Shannon too, which frankly (though I love what they did with that season) I think would've already happened in s5 had Tim not left. so now he's working backwards as he's trying to fix the mess they made of all the characters' storylines in his absence.

but yeah, Eddie will always grieve Shannon, so it doesn't matter how complicated their relationship was objectively, that'll be a part of his endgame relationship no matter who it will be with and regardless of them also grieving someone as well or not.

#eddie diaz #911 #911 abc #ask #anon #shannon diaz #buddie

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tsams-confessions · 2 days

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While I understand where Earth is coming from, I'd rather Ruin not get potential sacrificed to bring Solar back as I like how morally grey Ruin feels as a character. He's fascinating to me

I really liked Solar, but I think there's more opportunity in the show for him to stay dead and have Eclipse gradually fill his space. NOT REPLACE SOLAR as there will never be another like him, but purely to fill the space Solar left in this little family. Be it family friend or future member; like that one cousin that you don't talk to a lot but lives in the same town so you see each other sometimes

Earth and Eclipse are shown to have looks to be a budding friendship with awkward beginnings, and it's sweet and clumsy. The whole "I'm a monster" bit got to me because it was a glimpse of vulnerability from him in front of someone, of how he sees himself. How she responded was nice, and it's rather subtle, but he sounds like he was trying not to get emotional since she metaphorically touched him

He asked her for a therapy session UNPROMPTED by someone, too, and at least to me, that shows he has at least a tiny bit of trust in her. Plus, he didn't like Ruin talking about her and has visited her before. He cares about to some degree

Now, obviously, we don't know exactly what Dark Sun did to him, but it is likely that whatever was done is the reason why Eclipse wants a new suit so that Dark Sun can't whatever he did to him. The thought of using the old suit if he gets a new one to use as a trade lives sacrifice to get Solar is nice in theory but there's no guarantee that that's how it would work out nor is it known that Solar wouldn't end up half conscious, or something negative in general, upon return because of it

So Eclipse reasonably starts to think about self-sacrificing himself instead since most don't like him and he didn't want to be brought back to begin with. "Going away to a different dimension to get away from the drama" can easily be seen as the cover up for the act

I think Earth has started to give him hope that he could have a better life, and someone in the comments of the episode said it too, but he didn't seem happy that she said she'd have Ruin sacrificed. It shows that she, too, likes him to some degree and said she cared about Eclipse. I'm certain he wanted her to say him so that he wouldn't have a doubt about sacrificing himself, he very much feels likes he's been thinking about it and the Solar situation as a whole for a while

It felt like he wanted Earth's answer to be all he needed to commit to it instead of being conflicted about the idea still. Because if even the "goodie two-shoes" of the group couldn't tolerate him, what's the point of him being around when he doesn't appear to be trying to be a threat to them? A bothersome cat at most is what he currently is, while he seems to be trying to figure himself out

Sorry for how long this ended up being!

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams #tsams confession #< block this if you dont want to see these #mod 1blood

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wistfulcynic · 3 days

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matelotage me

for @gbweddingweek a short fic i originally wrote for a zine that never got off the ground. It was written before S2 and actually i think holds up pretty well to what happened in that season.

vaguely, it responds to the prompt "proposals"

a brisk 1.5k rated G | AO3

Stede and the crew in the dinghy rowing away from where they were marooned, towards the Republic of Pirates. Stede muses on how badly he's hurt Ed, Black Pete offers an idea.

At first, there was only silence.

The silence of the sea, that is, not truly silence at all. Waves lapped against the side of the dinghy; oars splashed as they hit the water then sliced through it with a gentle swishing sound. The wind whistled, seagulls cawed, Stede grunted as he rowed, but within the dinghy the noiselessness was oppressive. It sat heavily on the sunburnt shoulders of Black Pete, Wee John, Oluwande, Roach, Buttons, and the Swede, as well as Stede’s own aching ones.

None of them could say what might be the outcome of this plan of theirs, to head for the Republic of Pirates instead of back to the Revenge after Ed had—and Stede still couldn’t fully process the implications of this—left them marooned them on that spit of sand, presumably to die. None of them wanted to talk about it either, except, predictably, Pete, who broke the silence about an hour into their journey.

“I still think we should just go back to the ship, rescue our guys, and get the fuck out,” he declared, then raised his hands defensively in response to the chorus of groans. “What? We can’t trust Blackbeard anymore, he left us out there—”

“We talked about this, Pete,” said Oluwande wearily. “This dinghy barely holds us, it’s not gonna manage with Jim and Frenchie and Lucius too.”

“Well then maybe we steal another dinghy.”

“That’s too complicated.”

“But Blackbeard—”

“He must really be hurting.”

Stede’s quiet statement ended the argument. As one, the crew turned to where he sat at the centre of their huddle, rowing steadily and with surprising endurance. Stede hadn’t said much since he’d found them, just listened to their tale with an open mind but an increasingly heavy heart.

“He’s pushing away people who care about him,” Stede continued. “Isolating himself. He must be in a really bad way or he wouldn’t—he couldn’t—”

Wouldn’t what? Betray Stede? As he, Ed, must have felt betrayed? Couldn’t abandon the crew as he must believe Stede had abandoned him?

“He just wouldn’t,” Stede finished, lamely. “Not without a reason.”

“Except… he totally did,” said Pete, oblivious to or choosing to ignore Olu’s attempts to shush him. “Out of nowhere, too, like one day he’s fine and the next—we’re marooned. What ‘reason’ could he have had for that?”

Oluwande glanced at Stede, just briefly but it was enough. Olu knew. Stede sighed. “It was because of me,” he said. “I hurt him.” His face crumpled as he remembered Ed’s joy at their planned escape to China. How must he have felt that night when Stede didn’t show up? How long had he waited? “I broke a promise to him. I didn’t think he would—at the time I thought he couldn’t actually want to… not with me… after the way I ruined things. I thought his life would be better if I weren’t in it. I thought he wouldn’t miss me.”

“He did though,” said Olu quietly. “He missed you a lot.”

“I broke his heart,” Stede whispered, “didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Olu’s voice held a wealth of sympathy. “I think you did.”

“Broke his heart?” Pete’s expression progressed from confusion to disbelief to dawning comprehension, all within the space of an uncomfortable twenty seconds. “Wait… you mean… you and Blackbeard?”

“Come on, man,” said Olu as the rest of the crew groaned.

“Where’ve you been?” demanded Wee John.

“It wasn’t exactly subtle,” Roach observed.

“Well maybe I just had other things to think about,” grumbled Pete. “Some of us have personal lives, you know.”

“All of us have personal lives, Pete!” snapped Oluwande. “We can still pay attention to what’s going on around us!”

“All right, okay! Fine!” Pete held up his hands again. “Let’s just drop the entire subject.” He turned to Stede. “Listen, Captain, if it really is like that with you and Blackbeard then you shouldn’t have any trouble getting him to give us our guys back. You just have to, you know. Woo him a bit.”

“Woo him,” repeated Stede.

“Yeah,” said Pete. “Woo. Bring him a present or something. Tell him his hair looks nice.”

“Tell him ye appreciate his beard,” piped up Buttons. “Advise him tae grow it back.”

“Compliment him on his fashion sense,” said the Swede.

“Or his sword skills!” chimed in Roach.

“All excellent suggestions, but if I’ve hurt Ed as badly as I think I have I doubt they’ll be enough,” said Stede. “I need some way to show him that I’m serious about wanting to mend things between us. That I’m not afraid of the future he wanted for us and that I want it too.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “I need to show him that I love him as Ed, with or without the beard or the leather or any of the rest of it. Just as Ed.”

“Well, if you feel that way about him, why don’t you offer him matelotage?” inquired Pete, in a tone that suggested this was the most obvious solution in the world.

“Ooh, there’s a thought,” said Olu.

“Matelotage means business,” Wee John agreed.

“Matelotage?” Stede frowned. It seemed to him he’d heard that word before or possibly read it, but he couldn’t recall what it meant. “What’s that?”

“Well,” said Pete, puffed up and very pleased to be the one to deliver this explanation. “Matelotage is when two pirates decide that they want to pledge their lives to each other. They have a ceremony, usually performed by the captain but I guess Buttons could do it for you—”

“Aye, so I could and it’d be my pleasure, Cap’n!”

“—where they promise to share their incomes and property, protect each other in battle, and be each other’s companion and support for the rest of their lives.”

Stede stopped rowing and laid down the oars. “So… it’s like marriage,” he ventured.

“Er—yeah.” Pete nodded. “I never really thought about it that way but I guess it is.”

“Ed and I could get married.” Stede turned this idea over in his mind and found that it enthralled him. If he and Ed were married then they could kiss each other again. They could kiss any time they wished! And more than just kissing! They could live together, adventure together, share everything with each other. They could share a bed. A bed where they could—well. They could do all the things that Stede’s eager imagination had been tormenting him with in fantasies both waking and asleep, from the moment he realised that what he felt for Ed was love. Stede felt his cheeks flush and immediately turned his thoughts elsewhere. A small dinghy in the middle of the ocean and surrounded by his crew was certainly neither the time nor the place.

He and Ed could wake up together every morning, yes, that was the thing to think about. Thoughts of a bare-chested Ed with soft and sleepy eyes, morning sunlight in his hair, were quite stimulating enough actually, given the circumstances.

Sleep together, wake together, live together. It sounded like heaven. Everything that had ever troubled him in his marriage to Mary—all that made him so uncomfortable in a married state—when he thought about those same things with Ed, they took on an entirely new and monumentally more appealing aspect.

“We could get married,” he said again.

He pictured Ed in a veil like the one Mary had worn, and—was that a thing in matelotage? It might not be a thing. Stede really had no context or sense of etiquette for any of this. But the idea of Ed in flowing lace sparked a coiling sensation in his lower belly, made his insides go all tight and twisty and his skin feel hot.

That was probably just too much time in the sun.

He could see it though, so clearly in his mind’s eye. Ed with his hair up as it had been on the night of their excursion to the French ship, all woven through with jewels and flowers, framed by a spill of white lace… faint strains of music in the air as Ed crossed the deck of the Revenge to where Stede stood waiting for him, framed by a glorious sunset… an elegant floral arrangement in Ed’s hands… eager warmth in his eyes… the two of them, hands entwined, pledging their eternal troth together… the vows… the kiss… and then—

The rest of his life to spend with the man he loved.

Stede’s throat drew tight as tears gathered in his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, roughly, softly, but in the oddly liminal space of the dinghy they all could hear. “Yes. I’ll ask him to matelotage me.”

“I don’t think that’s how you say it—”

“Shhh!” Olu dug his elbow into Pete’s side. “Would you shut up for once and just let him have this.”

Stede took up the oars again and resumed rowing with renewed vigour, now with a dazed and blissful smile on his face and his eyes bright with dreams. Oluwande watched him for a moment with a troubled frown, then repeated, “Let him have this. Let him do it his way. I have a feeling that if we want to survive this and get our friends back we’re going to need for him to be exactly himself.”

“Aye,” agreed the crew, even Pete, then silence fell again.

#ofmd fanfic #ofmd fic #gentlebeard fanfic #gentlebeard #gbweddingweek #profdanglais #ofmd #our flag means death

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wickjump · 1 day

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(inspired by a convo i had w some1 yesterday!! warning for talking too much because i’m wick that’s what i do, talk too much)

UGH my feelings towards fanon content is so confusing. i mean, i love fanon as long as people know how to separate it from canon. especially because fanon can be better than canon as well in a lot of ways, notably dream. “what? didn’t people headcanon him as an uwu smol bean” no unfortunately that was how he was canonically portrayed for years, and still sort of is by joku who i want to fistfight for that... fanon dream is the dream we actually like—aspects taken from canon combined with him being taken and portrayed seriously and as the adult he is. same with fanon lust, in canon content lust is terrible for so many reasons, but in fanon he’s great.

however fanon can also be a lot worse. abusive ink and emotionless ink are both very much fanon, however due to how often he’s portrayed that way, many people take it as canon. this isn’t the fault of the creators of that content for the most part but rather for the content consumer for being unable to tell and thus believing it to be canon, such as in underverse, love u jakei. or how ‘blueberry’ is what initially drove underswap’s creator away from the au (it’s been over 8 years so i doubt the creator cares anymore though). thankfully this has become less common to see as of late, so the latter isn’t exactly confused with canon much at this point.

and!!! even things people still believe to be canon are fanon!!!! error’s behavior is often fanon despite what people think—he can be irritable but he’s more sporadic and immature rather than constantly angry and somewhat level-headed. and even if not considered canon, many fanon versions are very popular, more so than canon in few instances, and enjoyed by many. examples are the murder time trio (killer, horror, and dust), swap aka ‘blue’ (“what no i make him canon” where’s him speaking in caps. where’s his cool guy shirt. where’s his inner papyrus), nightmare, and lust, though there are plenty more.

i am a fan of fanon content in most ways because i’m firm on the philosophy of ‘it’s not problematic? you are aware it’s fanon rather than canon? ok then u do u’. of course i have my own gripes, and i talk about those gripes all the time bc i overshare, but ultimately people are gonna have fun regardless, and i also want to have fun so so bad with them. yet i’m also aware of how far it strays from canon, and how many people dislike fanon for that, and i dislike some interpretations as well, so??? btw hatred towards fanon is so valid i’m talking ab how i personally view fanon i hold no bad view of or grudge towards people who dislike fanon…. /gen (i use … for funsies not for any indicator of emotion)

idk i love fanon cuz it’s fun but i’m also aware of how it’s disliked for many reasons due to either a frustration towards people being unable to tell the difference, or just because generally how far it strays from canon, but i appreciate and generally love fanon interpretations as much as canon and i wish so so badly i could talk about it more IDK HOMIES IM STRUGGLIN!!!!!!

#this is bc i wanted to reblog something so utterly fanon #that many people would faint #full believer in people say ‘be cringe and free’ and then have a list of cringe things you also can’t enjoy #i am full cringe……… i just hide it from u……..#the moment it’s not hyperpop or scene it’s evil and bad #no shade to either groups tho ilysm ur all fun #one (1) person knows how deep into fanon i am i’m just terrified to show any of it bc i’m well aware of what canon is #(bone-ifiedcryptid that’s u)#and how far away the things i enjoy can be from it #utmv #will delete if people yell at me

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I'm extremely unfair to Remus on this blog, the truth is fanon remus is personally offensive to me on many levels so I'm loath to give him protagonism of any kind lol. But that's not fair at all to a character that actually, when all's said and done, I do love. perhaps the marauder I'm least interested in (lol) but he still rates high on my list of fave hp characters and I honestly find him a very pleasant perspective to write from. he's just like some guy. his big crime is negligence/avoidance and I love that for him. to be honest I think his position is a difficult one to fully understand, he is a character that I'm able to muster up a lot of empathy for because of that. like can any of us irl understand what it's like to turn into a literal monster every month since childhood, the point-blank rejection and hatred from society, and what effect that might have on someone's psyche? it's interesting!!!

moony's worst hits, lets go:

remus tolerating the marauders' bullying: obv this was wrong. he was the only one who recognised it was wrong, and he tolerated it. he 'made them feel ashamed of themselves' sometimes per sirius, but honestly I can understand why he never spoke up. I don't think we should underestimate how rare the marauders' tolerance, not only tolerance but the lengths they went to to help remus with his condition was. for a teenager? I can only imagine how that must have felt tbh. he likely thought that he barely deserved their friendship and loyalty and that he was lucky to have it so why would he do anything to ruin that

remus not telling anyone about sirius being an animagus: bad lol, his worst moment probably. again, though, I can understand it even though I don't justify it. the trust dumbledore had placed in him, first to accept him at hogwarts and then again as a professor (we know how difficult it is for werewolves to find employment of any kind) and he just couldn't face betraying that trust. Luckily for Remus it turned out ok but it is kind of insane that he didn't tell dumbledore tbh.

remus not writing to harry: idc about this personally lol but to me it ties into remus's inferiority complex. he doesnt, and will never, see himself as anything like a father figure to harry the way sirius does. he barely sees himself as a worthy father to his own kid let alone the complex case that is harry. is that unfair to harry and unempathetic? yeah probs but also it makes sense to me even beyond the reason Remus gives in canon for not writing. He put Harry in terrible danger in PoA and given Remus's self-hatred he probably feels guilty about that lol.

walking out on Tonks: his other worst hit. But I can understand him, even though I think Harry was 100% right to tell him off. Again we've got this man's crippling inferiority complex, from what he says he thinks he's a burden and a curse to both Tonks and Teddy-- and you know what, society isn't exactly contradicting this belief. Obviously Tonks doesn't agree and that should be all that matters, but sometimes it doesn't seem that way. There's avoidance here (Remus's big flaw) and I legit think he thought he was doing Tonks a favour by disappearing on some quest with Harry and likely dying in the process. Interesting stuff but also very sad.

all this to say, I don't believe in "defending" characters, just understanding them, and even though I barely post about him I do find Remus very interesting, worthy of empathy in many ways. I'll admit the werewolf thing leads me to give him more of a pass than other characters just because I find that so horrible lol and feel so sorry for him but anyway. a good character in my opinion.

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inspired by the manchester anon haha but do you have any tips and suggestions for visiting leeds? 🩷

I've lived here for 2 years now (!!!) but somehow I still don't really know my way around and just go to the same 5 places and use google maps to get anywhere else. it's sad. but here's some shit I love:

Grindhouse - cheap drinks, loads and loads of seats, never too full, music a reasonable volume, and they project 80s movies on the back wall. we once sat in here for 2 hours cos Stand By Me was on. one time we watched the bar staff earnestly tell a group of women on a hen do that the bar was closed and they weren't serving any more drinks, at 7:45pm. 10/10.

Rudy's - only 9 cities* in this fair nation have a Rudy's, so I'm going to keep reccing it for everyone else. perfect Neapolitan pizza. *Leeds, Manchester, Sheffield, Birmingham, Nottingham, Durham, London, York, Liverpool - if you live in one of these places and haven't been to Rudy's yet, sort it out.

Neon Cactus - go here on a Wednesday and order wings, and you'll get half price margs. lots of great Mexican scran. don't take anyone too picky or over 50, because the price for the great food and vibes is that at least one thing you order will be incorrect. but roll with it. half price margs, man.

Empire Cafe - book in advance if you want to sample the delights of Empire Cafe, cos there's like 6 tables max. everything is seasonal, changes on the daily, and is insanely delicious. if you want to experience heaven, order the steak and chips with salsa verde. there is NOTHING like it.

Stuzzi - another seasonal, small plate sort of place, but Italian. amazing food and a gorgeous restaurant. go with a big group and order one of everything.

Eat Your Greens - ANOTHER seasonal restaurant! this one is farm-to-fork and organic. I can’t speak to the quality as I haven’t actually been, but I am a frequenter of their GREENGROCER, which is MEGA. last time I think I left with natty wine, pâté, some insane tinned fish, a jar of harissa and a bag of sunset potatoes. if you like food, go here.

SARTO - fresh, handmade pasta and picky bits. another great place to go with a group and order all the starters. I had a celeriac pasta there last year that I think about on a fairly regular basis; I picked it cos it was the weirdest sounding thing on the menu and it was fucking mouthwatering. good quality and good people! and it's next door to The Wardrobe, so perfect for a pre-gig tea.

Santiago Bar - like Grindhouse (alternative, casual) but the music is louder and you'll find yourself doing tequila shots at 1am and screaming along to, like, Don Broco. it's the best.

Blue Collar Boys - as a rule I hate 'vintage' clothes shops (overpriced, ugly, everything is XXS), but this place seems to specialise solely in American t-shirts and sweatshirts from the 90s in exactly my size, and everything is £10. this is amazing and a huge bargain if you find something like vintage Wranglers and a Playboy bomber jacket (£20, my wife) but not so amazing or a bargain if you find 3 t-shirts with holes in (£30, me). we've never been without finding shit we love. they only open on random weekends, and they always seem to have more stuff than they could possibly ever sell. it's a freaky vintage alternate universe.

The Corn Exchange - a big gorgeous ol' building full of little businesses. vintage, handmade, tattoos, coffee, jewellery, independent brands, yarn, shoes, a barbers, a bookshop, they've got it all. very easy to spend £100 and 6 hours. every so often they have a market on the bottom floor. perfect tiny representation of Leeds: quirky, independent, delicious, cool.

Silver's Deli - this is a 9-minute train ride away in Bramley (my ends!) but has become THEE buzzy foodie spot recently. go on a sunny saturday morning (cos you will probably have to sit outside) and order the everything sandwich. thank me later. if they have scotch eggs or sausage rolls on, I beseech you, order both. and if you want the sunday special prepare to get there at 11 and fight.

Against the Grain - if you've come to Bramley for Silver's, you may as well trundle 10 minutes up the road and visit the best bar in Leeds. cosy, casual, full of locals, hidden in Swinnow Mills. it's a sit-around-and-chat-to-people sort of place, with bonus charcuterie boards AND a pizza van on weekends. we are here A LOT, because Gray's Salon and Rose and Thorn Tattoo are both in the Mill, and we give them all our money. oh! and dog friendly. sooo many dogs.

Project House/Galleria - if you've gotten the train out to Bramley for Silver's and ATG, jump on the 72 back to town and get off at Project House to eat MORE food. Galleria is a great place to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and Project House has EVERYTHING (depending on the day). yoga! gigs! vintage fairs! a bi-annual tattoo convention meets makers market with food vendors called Hand of Glory! check what's on and head on down to support local!

Kirkstall Bridge Inn - another one local(ish) to me, but worth travelling out of town for; a PROPER pub (i.e. no tv, no sports, no shite) that does roasts upstairs and lets dogs in downstairs. outdoor seating right by the canal, and every so often they put something on and the car park turns into a tiny festival. Kirkstallpalooza is a highlight. great place to finish a nice canal walk (who am I?!).

tl;dr sorry that this is obnoxiously long, I love Leeds

#BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH #answered #oh let’s add Belgrave to this too. great pizza and vibes

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