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unpacking 'sinophone' and its sinophobic roots
so. it never occurred to me to just type "sino diaspora" into google before.
and google is like "oi!! you meant sinophone yeah? here's wikipedia on sinophone" and here's like the other top results
I'm squinting. What the hell do you academics have against diaspora using the term diaspora?? I click.
inb4 this whole rant: I have no qualms with using sinophone as a language-family-use descriptor (like sinophone media), but coming from academia or as an academic field unto itself. but. the literature about wanting to use it as a demographics thing & separate it from "chineseness". just. looook
if anyone knows that they're no longer like this let me know. with what im seeing, im having a bad faith moment
so... this is the academic that's hard pushed the term for sinophone.
"crit on orientalism might be complicit for allowing Chinese intellectuals to call themselves victim under an 'unreflective' nationalism" & "but the flipside may be a new imperialism" yeah?? any more unsubstantiated claims???
What a joke!! Clearly only takes authority about Chinese history from western sources, like literally has the uncritical echo of "X country doesn't deserve territorial integrity" that literally fueled western imperialism, and not just of China. Treaty of Nanjing 1842 ringing no bells? Sigh. National sovereignty is the barest basis against overt imperialism where someone just comes over and declares where you live their colony!!! ... is this a test in how far can you stretch the definition of imperialism or colonization? lmfao, China invests in poverty-relieving measures like building houses and improving infrastructure out in Tibet, Guizhou, Xinjiang, and you have the audacity to call that colonizing?!? 我真无言了。
different article by the same person:
laughable to think that the Chinese state even bothers to think I exist, let alone talk to me about my diaspora status. (I was born in the US)
also, people are really out there saying 'diaspora has an end date' huh
here it is. here is the 'scholar' conflating American or western imperialism with things Big Bad Scary Red China does.
Clearly mixing up concepts of tributary system with colonialism, and acting like historically (other than Yuan era under Genghis) that ancient China/Chinese culture was expansionist, going around trying to conquer peoples and set up colonies. Admiral Zheng He would spit on you.
Comparing the spread of culture and language in Ancient China to the colonization and subjugation that the French/Belgium did in Africa, or the British Empire, or the Spanish and Portuguese in Latin America, is so blatantly dishonest. The indigenous people of Tibet, Inner Mongolia, and Xinjiang still speak their own languages and use their own scripts, and yes, they learn them in schools alongside the national language... which is Chinese!!! Yes the Hanyu writing system was adopted and adapted by many neighboring cultures in ancient times, but you literally don't examine WHY? The fluidity in its system: frequently non-Han peoples invented characters to suit their language, like there's even some Canto-specific characters that are in use today. Another reason that Chinese writing system was so popular was because two Sinitic language speakers who do not speak the same language could communicate through the same script. Yeah, Ancient Chinese scholars and dignitaries often had an insufferable elite-ness and superiority complex, but describing their attitude as subjugating and forcing other people to adopt their system? What a wildly malicious mischaracterisation!
just... mask off, gringo butt-licker.
Please. where is the "Chinese containment" policy? The white papers reaffirming what the international community agrees, what Taiwan historically agrees (tho Taiwan held that it was the true capital/head of all of China), that Taiwan is part of China?? I know this article was written back in 2010s but are you seriously comparing American weapons deals and boots on the ground with Chinese military exercises in Chinese territory that haven't harmed a single civilian? "critical" my ass!
gotta love the title of this one. yeah, I know it, I've seen it before. the Chinese or feminist binary, pick a side /s
but hey in this piece she admits she's ignorant and unobjective and out of her league sometimes?
edit: found this:
yeah that about seals it for me. anti"diaspora" sinophobe
#sino diaspora#diaspora#逆向种族分子#long post#chen yells at clouds. more at 10#sinophobia#sorry. personal rabbit hole. and taking things personally#we're committing ad hominem crimes today folks#sure chinese->lunar new year. im fine w that. but can you fucks stop trying to take away chineseness away from people who still ID as???#this person is literally doing the western empire's work of laying ground for sinophobia#can't tell if this academic is a grifter or actually serious lmfao#as if american chinese diaspora don't call americans 老美 and call ourselves 老中. i mean yes i call myself 老美 when in china but hello??#you cloak your 'expertise' in the lingua & clothes & rituals of western academics. just shake your colonized ass for white people more#reading this drivel makes me want to go into asian american studies & grab this and shake it around like a ragdoll.#but im reminded that western institutions and definitely academics unquestionably cite western sources w/o hesitation#but give anything coming out of China even just academics not anything gov related with skepticism. so it's probably a no-fly#yeah sure im a 'sinophone' but im also diaspora so fuck you. 你忘了你祖先你的族梗。你这个逆子找白人拜金去了。就你这样做榜样？让海外华裔立起来？丢死人。跟你的英文大白菜出卖同类吧#fuck you for saying that diaspora's connection to their heritage & culture are currently being severed& should be severed & studied as such#like literally uncritical of how exactly that happens. why so many diaspora have internalized racism driving them to scrub themselves of#their asianness heck even chineseness. try to scrub it all away but you still got an asian face. so fuck you#didn't look into 'asian american studies' much before but if it's a lot like this... well. 🤨#like this academic is so disconnected from our shared histories AHSIJIJDSIAJDAAAHAAHGGHGGG#+ my poasts#imperial core circus
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day 17: bang chan + bulge kink
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tw: female anatomy; oral sex (f receiving); protected piv sex; dirty talk??; ♡
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smut below the cut, minors dni.
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You never thought a date with a man you’d met online could go that well.
But a certain Chris somehow proved you wrong, and now you’re absolutely whipped for him. He feels the same way about you, so you decided to make things exclusive pretty quickly, and have been seeing each other for nearly a month now. The two of you get along really well, the chemistry is definitely there and you can’t keep your hands off each other every time you’re together - making out and touching each other, not in a sexual way tho, you haven’t gone that far yet.
However, tonight you just had your fifth date and you’re now about to do something you never do.
See, you have a rule: you don’t sleep with a man until the tenth date. To somebody, it may sound like a stupid and useless rule, but you’ve never been one who only looks for fun in relationship. You don’t judge who only goes out with people for fun, it’s just not something you can do. You tried hooking up with a couple of guys, but soon found out it’s not your thing, and that in order to be satisfied in bed you need to develop a proper emotional connection with that person.
So what the hell were you doing on that stupid dating app? Easy - your friend had practically begged you to download it and try meeting somebody there since it’d been ages since you’d last gone out with somebody.
You did it - for her. And you were pretty skeptical about it, because meeting strangers online is not something you’d usually do. But somehow you ended up meeting Chris - and it changed your life.
But back to that tenth-date-rule. You now find yourself about to break it, and you’re blaming Chris for that.
Yes, because he looked so fucking sexy on the day you had and you just couldn’t stop thinking of how bad you wanted him to bend you over the next surface and fuck you senseless, or how banter you wanted o just kneel down before him, unzip his pants and suck him dry. And he was not even wearing a sexy outfit or had hinted at something racy or anything - the man was just innocently standing there, in front of the aquarium, explaining something about jellyfish to you and you were staring at him while all kinds of dirty, filthy thoughts involving him were flowing in your mind.
All you kept doing was stare at his fingers, then his veiny hands, then his wrists, then his strong, muscular arms and suddenly, you were wet. The rest of your date went on like this - him explaining everything about this and that species of fish, and you thinking of him pressing your body against the next fish tank, unbuckling his skinny jeans, lifting your dress, pulling your panties to the side and, finally, entering you.
When he drove you home and walked you to the door of your place, you decided you just had had enough of being good and following the rules, tonight you wanted - no, you needed to be reckless.
So, you pulled him in for a hot, passionate kiss, and you now find yourself under him on your bed. His body hovers over yours, lips still pressed together, only pulling away from each other when you have to remove your sweater first, then his. And then, when he unbuckles his pants and slides them off his thighs together with his boxers, you notice it. And it’s big, probably bigger than any guy you’ve been with, and it kinda intimidates you.
“What’s wrong?” Chris asks, noticing your wide eyes and slightly panicked expression, worried he might’ve done something wrong.
“Nothing, it’s just…”
“Just?”, he encourages you.
“You’re big.”, you admit, blushing a little.
“Oh.”, he looks flustered too, glancing down at his own cock, which looks painfully hard. “It’s not that big.”
It’s not that big, says the guy with an eight-inches dick that’s about to split you in half. You’re about to say something when Chris suddenly lies down on his tummy, right between your parted legs, and you forget what you wanted to say in the first place.
“Can I take them off?”, he asks, looking at you with big, lustful eyes, fingers brushing the soft fabric of your underwear, making you shiver.
You nod, and he hooks his fingers on your panties before sliding them off your thighs. You’re feeling kind of embarrassed of being exposed like that in front of Chris, and he seems to notice it immediately.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”, he reassures you, caressing your inner thigh with the pad of his thumb. “Okay?”, he gives you a warm smile.
“No, I- I want this.”, you say, propping yourself on your elbows to look him in the eye. You want him to believe you, because it’s the truth. “I promise.”
Chris doesn’t say anything else, he simply licks a long stripe on your pussy and hums as soon as your taste invades his mouth. It’s intoxicating in the best way possible, and if it were for him - he’d never stop. He laps at your clit repeatedly, expertly, occasionally flicking it with his fingers with delicacy - after all, it’s the first time you’re sleeping together, and he has to experiment a little in order to find out what you like.
“Can you…” you let out a shaky breath. “Use your fingers, too?”, you ask him, cheeks flushing red.
“Inside?”, he asks, kissing your clit.
“No, just - put them on my clit like this.”, you shape a ‘v’ with your fingers.
You’re not used to telling men what you like in bed, but Chris is not men. He nods, then places his digits on your pussy, just like you asked, clit beautifully placed between his index and pointer finger. He spits on your clit to lubricate the whole zone, then attaches his plump lips back on your clit, gently moving his fingers at the same time, providing further stimulation, especially when he delicately squeezes it between his digits.
Chris seems to be naturally skilled at eating pussy, because he makes you cum in record time with a combination of kisses and sucks on your clit and the movements of his fingers, which has you tugging at his hair and practically pushing his whole face against your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.
You let your body fall back on the mattress as you pant, releasing the grip you have on his hair. “Shit- sorry, did I hurt you?”, you ask, propping yourself on your elbows once again, scared that you might’ve unintentionally pulled his hair too strongly.
He shakes his head as a no, then licks his lips, savoring the way you taste, then wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “No, you didn’t. In fact, it was really fucking hot.”
“Now it’s your turn.”, you reach for his hard cock, but when you wrap your fingers around it, giving it a couple of slow strokes that have Chris biting his lip and kicking his head back. “Although…” you suddenly stops your movements, and Chris snaps his head in your direction, looking at you “I’d love it if you came while inside of me.”
Chris blinks a couple of time before his brain finally registers what you’re asking him. Once he processes your words, he nods frantically, climbing off the bed only to pick his skinny jeans up from the floor, taking his wallet out of one of the back pockets, eventually fishing a condom from it. Then, he’s back on the bed.
“You know, you really shouldn’t keep your condoms in your wallet.”
“I promise it hasn’t been there long. I put it there today.”, he admits, cheeks slightly blushing at the implication of his words.
“Oh, so you were hoping to get laid?”, you chuckle, but he can see you’re not really offended by the situation.
“Not hoping, but you know…”, he says while unwrapping the rubber, rolling it onto his length swiftly. “Better to be safe than sorry.” He’s got a point.
He positions himself between your spread legs and aligns the tip of his cock at your entrance. Then, he spits on his fingers and spreads his saliva all over your pussy to make sure you’re wet enough to take him - little does Chris know you’ve been wet since he picked you up four hours ago.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”, he tells you, rubbing soft circles on your knee with his thumb.
“Ready.”, you tell him immediately, and he chuckles - he’s just as whipped for you as you are for him.
When he pushes inside - the stretch is insanely good and it doesn’t hurt, even though he didn’t use his fingers to stretch you out before entering you. It’s thick and long, and it feels so big inside of you it makes your head spin. It takes a while for him to bottom out completely, mostly because he’s pushing him at an excruciatingly slow pace to make sure not to hurt you - all while rubbing soft circles on your clit.
Then, once he’s fully inside of you, he lets his body fall on top of yours - chests pressing together as he balances himself using his elbows. He kisses you on the lips as he gives one tentative thrust inside of you, testing the waters. You moan against his mouth, taking in the feeling of having him inside of you - a feeling that’s overwhelming in the best way possible, and you don’t want it to stop.
The first thrusts are slow and precise, letting you adjust to his size, and the angle is just right, hitting all the right places with each movement. Then, he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts all while kissing the corner of your mouth, or your neck, or your collarbone. Kisses, kisses everywhere, combined with his fingers gently caressing your hair and scalp as he snaps his hips against yours quicker now.
“So good to me.”, he whispers words of praise in your ear, letting out a choked whimper when your hand squeezes the flesh of his ass as he moves inside of you. “You feel perfect around me.”
You believe him, because he does feel perfect around you, too, and you can’t believe you almost missed out on all of this because of that stupid rule.
“And you feel perfect inside of me.”, you moan. “So deep. Look.”, you intertwine your fingers with his, then drag his hand all over your body, placing it on your abdomen.
He’s confused at first, but then he feels it. He feels himself. Inside of you. The tip of his cock right below your belly button, moving inside of you. His eyes widen, and he pulls away from you abruptly, but it’s just because he wants to witness it with his eyes.
He continues to fuck you, only this time he’s kneeling between your legs to get a better look of how his cock moves in and out of you. He’s mesmerized by the view, a tiny bulge appearing on the soft, delicate surface of your belly - shaped just like the tip of his cock, making his head spin. He brushes it with the pads of his fingers, feeling himself inside of you, moving slowly, and then halting his thrusts completely. His dick throbs inside of you, and he can see it reflected on how the bulge moves.
“Do you like it?”, you ask, your voice soft as your knuckles caress his forearm.
Like it would be an understatement. “I love it.”, he whimpers, and it makes your stomach do a flip. Then, he does the same thing you’d done a couple of minutes before. He takes your hand and places it on your belly, letting your palm lie flat on your skin as he thrusts deep inside of you, allowing you to feel every inch of him sinking in your hole. “Tell me you like it too.”, he moans, and he sounds absolutely desperate and close to his release. You are too.
“I do.”, you pant, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, keeping your hand on your tummy. “I do so fucking much. You’re fucking me so well, Chris, I’m so close.”, at this point you’re just rambling, incoherent words falling from your lips as your toes begin to curl.
“Y-Yeah?”, he whimpers, hissing as he kicks his head back and breathes through his nose, snapping his hips against yours until wet sound start filling the room. “You like my big cock stretching you out? Like it when you feel it in your tummy, baby?”
You can’t believe this is the first time you’re fucking this man - the chemistry feels unreal.
“I do, I do.”, you whimper, your orgasm is so close your toes are already beginning to curl. “So close, Chris, so close.”
“Fuck, cum for me, baby, please.”
As soon as he feel you clench around him, his orgasm washes all over him too, cock throbbing inside of you and he places his own hand next to yours, wanting to feel himself emptying into the rubber, even if it’s from the outside. It doesn’t matter, the thought drives him wild. He keeps his hand there until he feels his cock start to get limp, and then he’s quick to pull out our you, careful to hold the base of his cock. Then, he takes the rubber off and throws it in the trash can in your room and climbs back on the bed to lie down next to you.
And as you try to regain your breaths, cuddled up next to each other, you can’t help but think that you really need to thank your friend for making you download that stupid app.
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It’s Pride 2023! Time to put up some more comic recs!
This time I’ve put together some stories about discovering one’s own queer identity, outlining a family history of queerness, and several stories where being queer isn’t the focus - queer characters are simply allowed to be.
Belle of the Ball By Mari Costa
High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her.
And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.
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The Moth Keeper By Kay O’Neill
Anya is finally a Moth Keeper, the protector of the lunar moths that allow the Night-Lily flower to bloom once a year. Her village needs the flower to continue thriving and Anya is excited to prove her worth and show her thanks to her friends with her actions, but what happens when being a Moth Keeper isn't exactly what Anya thought it would be?
The nights are cold in the desert and the lunar moths live far from the village. Anya finds herself isolated and lonely. Despite Anya's dedication, she wonders what it would be like to live in the sun. Her thoughts turn into an obsession, and when Anya takes a chance to stay up during the day to feel the sun's warmth, her village and the lunar moths are left to deal with the consequences.
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Hollow By Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White & Berenice Nelle
Isabel "Izzy" Crane and her family have just relocated to Sleepy Hollow, the town made famous by—and obsessed with—Washington Irving's legend of the Headless Horseman. But city slicker-skeptic Izzy has no time for superstition as she navigates life at a new address, a new school, and, with any luck, with new friends. Ghost stories aren't real, after all....
Then Izzy is pulled into the orbit of the town's teen royalty, Vicky Van Tassel (yes, that Van Tassel) and loveable varsity-level prankster Croc Byun. Vicky's weariness with her family connection to the legend turns to terror when the trio begins to be haunted by the Horseman himself, uncovering a curse set on destroying the Van Tassel line. Now, they have only until Halloween night to break it—meaning it's a totally inconvenient time for Izzy to develop a massive crush on the enigmatic Vicky.
Can Izzy's practical nature help her face the unknown—or only trip her up? As the calendar runs down to the 31st, Izzy will have to use all of her wits and work with her new friends to save Vicky and uncover the mystery of the legendary Horseman of Sleepy Hollow—before it's too late.
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Until I Meet my Husband By Ryousuke Nanasaki & Yoshi Tsukizuki
The memoir of gay activist Ryousuke Nanasaki and the first religiously recognized same-sex marriage in Japan.
From school crushes to awkward dating sites to finding a community, this collection of stories recounts the author’s “firsts” as a young gay man searching for love. Dating is never ever easy, but that goes doubly so for Ryousuke, whose journey is full of unrequited loves and many speed bumps. But perseverance and time heals all wounds, even those of the heart.
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Is Love the Answer? By Uta Isaki
When it comes to love, high schooler Chika wonders if she might be an alien. She’s never fallen for or even had a crush on anyone, and she has no desire for physical intimacy. Her friends tell her that she just "hasn't met the one yet," but Chika has doubts... It's only when Chika enters college and meets peers like herself that she realizes there’s a word for what she feels inside--asexual--and she’s not the only one. After years of wondering if love was the answer, Chika realizes that the answer she long sought may not exist at all--and that that's perfectly normal.
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M Is for Monster By Talia Dutton
When Doctor Frances Ai's younger sister Maura died in a tragic accident six months ago, Frances swore she would bring her back to life. However, the creature that rises from the slab is clearly not Maura. This girl, who chooses the name "M," doesn't remember anything about Maura's life and just wants to be her own person. However, Frances expects M to pursue the same path that Maura had been on—applying to college to become a scientist—and continue the plans she and Maura shared. Hoping to trigger Maura's memories, Frances surrounds M with the trappings of Maura's past, but M wants nothing to do with Frances' attempts to change her into something she's not.
In order to face the future, both Frances and M need to learn to listen and let go of Maura once and for all. Talia Dutton's debut graphic novel, M Is for Monster, takes a hard look at what it means to live up to other people's expectations—as well as our own.
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Golden Sparkle By Minta Suzumaru
Himaru Uehara’s first year of high school is off to a good start, minus one problem—he keeps having wet dreams. With only his mom and sister at home—and having skipped health class in middle school—he thinks it means there’s something wrong with him. Thankfully, a new friend has just the remedy and teaches Himaru exactly how to deal with those pesky dreams! But his solution only leads to more confusion, and the two find themselves navigating feelings they’ve never felt before.
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Thieves By Lucie Bryon
Ella can’t seem to remember a single thing from the party the night before at a mysterious stranger’s mansion, and she sure as heck doesn’t know why she’s woken up in her bed surrounded by a magpie’s nest of objects that aren’t her own. And she can’t stop thinking about her huge crush on Madeleine, who she definitely can’t tell about her sudden penchant for kleptomania… But does Maddy have secrets of her own? Can they piece together that night between them and fix the mess of their chaotic personal lives in time to form a normal, teenage relationship? That would be nice.
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Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic By Alison Bechdel
Meet Alison's father, a historic preservation expert and obsessive restorer of the family's Victorian home, a third-generation funeral home director, a high school English teacher, an icily distant parent, and a closeted homosexual who, as it turns out, is involved with his male students and a family babysitter. Through narrative that is alternately heartbreaking and fiercely funny, we are drawn into a daughter's complex yearning for her father. And yet, apart from assigned stints dusting caskets at the family-owned "fun home," as Alison and her brothers call it, the relationship achieves its most intimate expression through the shared code of books. When Alison comes out as homosexual herself in late adolescense, the denouement is swift, graphic -- and redemptive.
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She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat By Sakaomi Yuzaki
Cooking is how Nomoto de-stresses, but one day, she finds herself making way more than she can eat by herself. And so, she invites her neighbor Kasuga, who also lives alone. What will come out of this impromptu dinner invitation...?
Kasuga and Nomoto promised to spend their Christmas and New Year’s together. Now, they find themselves learning more about each other’s families through the food sent by Nomoto’s mother. Cute character bento, salmon and rice, stollen, fruit sandwiches, roast beef…Nomoto and Kasuga warm up to each other over a cheerful holiday season.
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Compliant #1:
The show and sibling channels (LAES/MGAFS) tend to add characters that are genuinely annoying. To name a few...
-Vegeta
-DAZZLE (I can't do the squeaky voices.)
-The Celestials (Forced relationship with Lunar much???)
-Bloodmoon (coming back and STAYING for as long as they have.)
-FC (and any other random kid that one of the animatronics have)
-Random fangirl (which is sometimes Miku????)
If the shows want to add characters, I'd love for them to be relevant to the 'plot' than to be TEEHEE FUNNY. There have been some great additions like Solar (I stan, sorry); 'comedic' relief characters should be more than that. It’s wasted potential.
Jack-O-Moon ALMOSTS fits in this category, yet he at least does things for some of the characters. He HAS a purpose and can be entertaining at times.
Frank is in a grey area for me. I don’t mind him being there. Despite this, I couldn't give a shit about how they are trying to build him up on the Monty and Foxy show.
Complaint #2:
I will gladly wait for VR lore episodes to be written/posted so it doesn't become a jumbled mess like it is now. I'll gladly take more games (not Roblox PLEASE) or for them to even play games for more than two episodes. Having silly episodes every once in a while is fine, but sometimes it's a little much imo. My partner says it best: It's a melodrama that doesn't know what to do next.
I want to support the writers if they need time to come up with a better story.
Complaint #3:
Every. 👏🏻 Character. 👏🏻 Doesn't. 👏🏻 Need. 👏🏻 A. 👏🏻 Channel. 👏🏻
If they want to have them do side stories, dedicate it to a specific day of the week or two if they're wanting to post it every day.
I was originally super skeptical about the quality of the LAES and the MGAFS. As time went on for the LAES, I'm okay they have a separate channel for their OCs. HOWEVER, this brings me back to my second point. Take time with the stories...
To the other channels outside of the Sun and Moon Show, some characters really could have stayed as supporting cast. Monty should be in both TSAMS and TLAES. His own channel... idk.
Complaints aside, I watch these channels nearly every day. I want to see them succeed.
I love a lot of what they do, but I want them to take their time with it. In everything I've said, I ONLY watch the channels mentioned. The other ones don't entertain me / the pairings are too weird??? I'd be more inclined to watch a Glamrock Freddy and Gregory Show than GF and Circus Baby..? Or Roxy and Gregory..? What?? (For Gregory, please get someone who sounds younger, not using voice modifications.)
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Prompt : Past and Future Married Selves From Future Try to Matchmake Present Selves
Timetravel, established IceMav-
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“What the hell are you doing?”
Mav froze where he was carefully hanging up his bomber jacket on a coat hook and turned to face his husband, clearly recognizing the look on his face. Annoyed but fond, so not truly an Admiral-level of annoyance. “Do I really need to explain it?” He glanced at his jacket on the rung and then toward the desk in the middle of the room with a shiny placard for Lt. Commander Tom Kazansky.
Ice raised his eyebrow, sporting four stars on his shoulders as he took in his past self’s desk. “Seriously? You stole your own jacket and put it in my office?”
“It’s called ‘providing a pretext',” Mav said primly. “I love this jacket. Trust me, I’ll search the whole base, and when I find it in your office, I’ll be relieved and thankful it’s safe.”
“You would be relieved now, but back then?” Ice looked skeptical, walking deeper into his past self’s office. Everything was neat, filed away, no sense of personality, but he knew if he opened up the bottom desk drawer, there would be a framed picture of the Enterprise and their famous handshake. It would take years, and of course finally having Mav as his partner before Ice would have the courage to display it openly.
Then once that happened, he couldn’t help but display it everywhere. Admirals had that type of power.
“Back then, I was definitely looking for a reason to linger in your office,” Mav replied confidently.
“You were still involved with Charlie; you were talking about moving to DC and taking a job at Pax River.”
“Only because I thought I needed to put a whole country between us to keep from getting discharged dishonorably.”
Ice rolled his eyes, not exactly remembering it that way. This time point was painful and sore for him, and when they had both found themselves suddenly back in 1987, he had wanted to hide out in a beach motel until the time-travel spell that hit them both had passed. And it would pass the night after the lunar eclipse; there was enough documentation to guarantee that. Still, in 1987, and since he had been following Mav for almost thirty years at this point, he had followed him again to their old offices at Top Gun reluctantly.
This was a bittersweet point in their history. They had built a friendship in Miramar, but Ice knew he had done it under false pretenses, believing he could only have a friendship with his hopelessly straight wingman. It took serving in a war together and a bail-out over the Gulf to change that.
Suddenly Mav’s eyes lit up, and Ice’s stomach sank in recognition. “Oh, you still shave with that coconut cream during this time! If we rub that on the collar, so I think you were wearing this, I promise you, I’ll be at your door the very next night-“
Sighing, Ice slipped behind his old desk and opened up the top drawer, knowing unerringly that he had stopped keeping that shaving cream in his locker after getting teased about it at Top Gun. “You mean this?”
“Yes!” Mav grabbed it, dispensing a small dab into his palms to rub together. He inhaled the tropical scent with a sigh and then rubbed the lingering scent into the collar of his past self’s jacket. Something about the scent seemed to ignite a fire in his eyes as he took in the old office and flickered to the beat-up couch against the office wall. “Say, Ice-“
“No.”
“Oh come on, we never had a chance to defile this couch, and trust me, I wanted to do it back then-“
That was true enough; teaching at Top Gun provided the foundation for their friendship, and by the time it had turned sexual, they had faced different deployments and long distances. Miramar was in the hands of the Marines now. It was tempting.
1987 Ice wouldn’t have said no to Mav, even though he knew the other man was in a relationship. 2022 Ice, married to the menace, was not any stronger. “Fine- but don’t, and I mean this, don’t come on the cushions, my past self still has to work in here.”
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⤏ khonshu was unfamiliar with the concept of self-care, but it would seem that he's unexpectedly well-versed in others.
pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse
word count ☾ 2.9k
a/n ☽
⤏ my fourth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters.
⤏ this took a turn I didn't anticipate. khonshu kind of got away from me, tbh. have a flirty old bird I guess? (@angel-of-the-moons I feel like you might enjoy this one.🤭)
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What are you doing?
The rumbled words emerged from the shadows hemmed up in the corners of the bathroom more like a disinterested observation than a question.
“Would you care to take a guess?” you offered, opening your eyes and glancing towards the dimly lit silhouette having knelt in front of the door.
The warm, humid room was cramped and ill-suited for more than one person to occupy it at one time, but that fact didn’t seem to have stopped Khonshu from materializing at your side—likely in pursuit of tracking down your exact location since you weren’t in the living room or your bedroom like you usually were at this hour. It was a slow night in London, for once—the police channels had been quiet all evening, so you hadn’t felt the need to be prepared for the moon god’s urgent beck and call. Ru was winding down from school and homework with Lizzie watching her favorite baking show, and your portable speaker played music at the necessary volume to disguise your murmured responses to the lunar deity’s incredulity.
Bathing. In the dark. He tilted his skull. The electricity is not malfunctioning.
“It’s meant to be relaxing.” You raised a hand out of the steaming water to indicate the row of flickering candles lining the broad posterior lip of the tub flush against the wall. “And I can see perfectly well.”
He leaned forward, hands planted on his thighs not unlike a child, and you noticed that his staff was propped against the door frame. You are…self-soothing?
He must have picked up that term recently, as you’d definitely never heard him use it before. “Sort of. More like self-care. Liz offered to keep Ru entertained so I could get a breather until supper’s ready.”
Hmm. Khonshu sank back into his haunches. So you simmer yourself…and to what end?
You chuckled, pulling your legs up and folding your arms across the tops of your knees—modesty was a foreign concept to the ancient being, having associated with a culture that dwelled in the desert and thus rarely utilized complete coverings save to block the harshest of sunlight—and while you’d mostly grown accustomed to his penchant for invading your privacy at inopportune times, you didn’t particularly want to explain the entire premise to him with your chest on full display. “Hot water benefits the human body in many ways—relaxed muscles, improved moods, and the like—not to mention the positive effects of aromatherapy and inhalation of steam.”
Is that why you’re steeping a tea bag?
“It was a bathbomb wrapped in cloth with flowers and stuff in it—that’s why the water’s purple. It’s scented with lavender and chamomile. Smell it?”
How could I not? It has fumigated the entire room.
You shrugged. “At least it’s nice—better than BO, anyway.”
His shoulders scrunched in the only approximation of a frown you’d been able to determine. I see little point in any of this frivolity.
“Have you ever had a spa day, Khonshu?”
The inexpressive dimensions of his skull could not morph to adapt to his dripping dubiety, but it didn’t have to—his once uncanny stillness spoke enough to it.
“It’s nice,” you continued, ignoring his skeptical grunt. “With all those priests and priestesses fawning over you in your temples, I figured you’d have been pampered a time or two over the course of several thousand years.”
We were only allowed to interact directly with our avatars—we oftentimes utilized them as oracles, or spoke to the priesthood through statues, visions, dreams, or signs. Khonshu pushed his shoulders back. They would tend to our sculptures and reliefs as if they were our bodies, make offerings to them, enact rituals in our names, but…nothing quite like this.
“That’s a shame. I think a deep-tissue massage would do you a lot of good.” You reached for the exfoliator and the bar of soap and lathered up the perforated weave in order to scrub yourself so you’d at least look semi-productive. “Maybe some moisturization wouldn’t hurt…last time I saw your elbows, they looked crusty as hell.”
At first you thought you might actually have rendered him speechless, but you should have known better—another cursory peek in his direction revealed that he was merely observing.
I do recall a similar practice, he responded, tapering his beak down towards you, although it was generally utilized in preserving the khat of the mortals that journeyed west.
You rolled your eyes. “Of course. It wouldn’t offer you much of a vast improvement, then, huh? There’s not a whole lot I could do for a mummified bird.”
Khonshu scoffed, but said no more.
You began to wash your body in earnest, starting with your face, then moved down your neck, shoulders, arms, torso, pelvis, legs, and feet. You tried to reach around to tend to your back in the same way, but you winced as the action tugged at sore muscles beneath your shoulder blade—a scuffle with a carjacker the night before had resulted in him collapsed unconscious in the street, and you hadn’t trusted the police not to run him over in their haste to capture him (as well as a glimpse of you in their ever-persistent effort in pinning down the identity of their local do-gooder vigilante), so you’d had to drag him onto the sidewalk with…mixed results. The man had been big enough that he could have carried the car away with him, if the whim had so struck him, instead of hot-wiring it.
Allow me.
You startled as Khonshu’s hand curled over your arm to grasp the porous swatch of sudsy material. You watched, enraptured, as the gauze binding his flesh receded like sand slipping through an hourglass to reveal the pockmarked, ashen skin underneath—but you had only a glimpse before he withdrew with the stretched loofa.
Give me your back.
You twisted adjacent to the length of the tub and leaned forward obediently, deigning not to comment upon it. You supposed that wet wrappings wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation for anybody.
Khonshu imitated your earlier actions, although he was unexpectedly gentler. He dragged the loofa in rhythmic circles from the nape of your neck steadily down, from side to side, to the small of your back—then, to your continued surprise, he placed the fabric on your thigh before cupping his hands in the water and pouring it over your skin to wash away the suds. He then wiped away the rest, the roughened texture of his fingers softened by the soap and water, the pliability of your skin, although you noticed this touch lingered far longer.
You said nothing as he began to explore the typography of your spine and ribcage, seemingly subconsciously. To be such a hardass about almost everything, as well as an unforgiving sparring partner, you had almost forgotten how careful he could be. A foolish notion, really, as you were fully aware of how he treated Ru like porcelain on the verge of shattering—he always had. The methodicality of it lulled you into a trance-like state, your eyelids drooping as you leaned into both of his hands, now working in tandem to press and stroke the tension out of your muscles.
…When was the last time someone had touched you like this? You couldn’t recall. Your ex-husband hadn’t usually utilized this intimate a method of aftercare, even while you’d been trying for a baby. You’d been too busy with Ru and chores during the day to schedule an appointment, although you suspected that a deep-tissue would do you a world of good—Khonshu’s armor always healed your wounds if you wore it long enough, but it still often left you stiff if you’d hyperextended yourself during combat.
Khonshu dug the heel of his palm into that one incredibly tender catch under your shoulder blade. You sucked in a breath and winced, your entire back going rigid against the pain that lanced up into your neck. His displeased grunt was much closer to your ear than you’d anticipated, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him out of your periphery to see that he’d hunched over you.
You did not tell me that you were still in pain, he finally rumbled sternly. Why did you release the armor before you were healed?
“I am healed,” you told him, “just a little sore. It’s normal. I guess it doesn’t stitch everything back together exactly where it was before.”
He grumbled in refutation, but tapped his fingertips against the arch of your spine. Relax. It will only grow worse if you are tense.
“It’s not exactly—comfortable!” you squeaked, jerked forward to avoid the insistent digging of his fingers.
Of all the methods he could have used to steady you, reaching up and curling the length of his hand around the column of your throat was decidedly not what you would ever have expected. Your pulse leapt against the perfectly measured, unoppressive pressure he applied, and—in spite of the copious amount of heat flooding your face—you had to admit that it worked to keep you as still as a statue.
An inexplicable warmth—tingly like the slow creep of magic his armor provided to alleviate your wounds, but far more concentrated (and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have remarked that it almost felt like lidocaine)—wreathed his free hand as he began to knead the tightness out of the problem spot. You groaned softly as he did so, the vibration of the sound resonating through his hand and tickling your throat in turn, squeezing your eyes shut as you twitched on reflex to avoid the pain. Even with his magic’s numbing ability, the injury must have been worse than you’d initially anticipated because it swept right around the curve of your ribs and under—
“Hey!” you gasped, lurching away from those long, beguiling fingers as he followed the muscle to your torso and almost brushed the underside of your breast. This caused the blade of his palm to dig into your jugular, pitching your voice into a broken, if muffled, squeal. “Whoa, watch it—that’s off-limits!”
You’ve a rib out of place, he deadpanned.
“I could have my sacrum detached from my pelvic girdle, but that doesn’t mean I’d let you fondle my ass to fix it, either,” you hissed, trying to pull away, in vain.
Why must you be so stubborn? he groused, pressing his palm into your side directly over the rib in question. His soothing power sank into your body, and you had a hard time resisting the relief it brought. I had no intention of groping you.
You’d thought your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but you were promptly proven wrong. You told yourself that it was strictly the proximity of another person that was causing your uncontrollable reaction, that it had been years since the last time you’d been in such a compromising and vulnerable situation, not that it was Khonshu specifically. (You had always been shit at lying, even to yourself, admittedly.) “I, uh…sorry. Just…wasn’t expecting that.”
I did not mean to startle you. The curve of his beak descended over the slope of your opposite shoulder and the golden, emblematic crescent moon bound over his chest brushed against your back. …Just know that if I ever touched you in such a manner, there is no question that you would be anticipating it, Srit mwt.
You mouthed a curse and dropped your head as much as you could manage with him still holding you in place in hopes to hide your utter mortification. He should not have been having this effect on you. Khonshu was many things, but sexual was not a word you had mentally associated with him at any point.
You remembered, idly, that your research into his mythos had revealed that he was regarded as a god of fertility.
“Uh-huh,” you responded lamely, swallowing and surrendering to him just so that it would be over sooner. You’d planned on soaking for a while after washing up to enjoy the hot water, but now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and scream into your pillow until your heart stopped drumming itself into a tattoo against the inside of your thoracic cavity.
Then the god of the moon had the the nerve—the fucking gall—to chuckle; a low, raspy noise that carried into your ribcage like a subwoofer ricocheted sound through a vehicle. You needn’t worry. I do not extend such invitations lightly…and I am not particularly inclined to commence anything that could not be completed.
Fuck. Honestly.
You were familiar with the banter the pair of you had shared over the years of serving as his avatar, but you’d never known him to…was he flirting with you, or were you imagining things? Surely not. He despised humans, humanity in general, thought himself above mere mortals to the point that he only associated with whomever he’d selected to be his Fist at any given time (as far as you were aware, anyway).
This was new. It was foreign and unexpected and completely out of character for him. Just when you’d thought you had pinned down his personality, he’d gone and revealed another aspect of himself—like a phase of the celestial body he represented. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, per se (quite the opposite, in fact, if you were to be totally honest with yourself; you’d made somewhat suggestive remarks to him in passing before, mostly for humor’s sake, but he’d never before responded in kind), but it was disarming you in a way for which you never could have prepared yourself.
He had seen you naked before—numerous times, in fact, much to your chagrin, since he couldn’t be bothered to at least knock on something before he appeared out of thin air—but he’d never acted like he’d even noticed your body, nor had he ever cared about the modern concept of modesty. You’d learned to live with it, had grown accustomed to him appearing at the most inopportune of moments. You’d just assumed that he might not even feel any attraction whatsoever, or at least not towards you.
Was that assumption incorrect? Had you misread his body language all this time? Was he just worryingly skilled at hiding any reactions he could have had? You hadn’t a clue—you didn’t know what to think, especially since you swore you could feel each individual crease on his cool, coarse palms against your heated flesh. He was a dominant entity, controlling out of necessity given the nature of his creed, but you’d never thought that it could carry over into a context quite like this.
…Of course, you’d never thought he’d offer to help you bathe, either, but here you were: naked, wet, and as vulnerable as one could be, trying very hard to hide exactly what he was doing to you simply by touching you comparatively chastely in sharp contrast to what the tone of his voice might have indicated.
You cleared your throat, realizing that you’d been quite a little too long. You could almost hear his smug grin—if he were even capable of displaying it in his primary, decayed shape. “...Thanks. For the…for the help. I feel a lot better now.”
Impatient, as always, he tutted. Just a moment.
“No, really, I’m good, you’ve worked your ma—gic!”
The sharp, high noise that escaped you as his hand compressed your rib and set it back in place with a dull click was worse than you could’ve imagined. Khonshu, mercifully, withdrew as quickly as he’d approached, leaving you reeling and dazed. You sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth against the urge to cringe, and probed your side experimentally.
There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, hmm?
“If you weren’t a literal deity that could smite me from this plane of existence, I would offer you some very choice words on the quality of your bedside manner.”
That has never restricted you before. Khonshu’s spindly form creaked as he stood and straightened to his full height (or as close to it as was possible, given the bathroom’s low ceiling), leaving you shivering in the humid air he stirred in his wake. Although I doubt you will complain that I finished the job that you failed to allow the armor to finish.
“Well,” you started indignantly, “I guess I can count on you to finish everything I don’t, then, huh?”
A beat of silence passed, and that was arguably worse than anything he could’ve said in reply.
You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. “Forget I said that.”
He had the audacity to laugh at you. Should you ever require assistance, he crooned, all you need do is to call my name. I will hear you at any time or place.
You reached a hand back to deliver him a solitary finger, refraining from the urge to crawl into the drain and drown yourself. “I think I’ve had about enough of you tonight, thanks.”
If that’s all you can take, then I worry that you couldn’t—
“Shut,” you ground out, “the fuck up.”
Khonshu laughed as he slipped back into whatever the hell sort of fifth dimension he lived in when he wasn’t plaguing you with his insufferability.
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Bloodmoon Twins Personality Analysis - The Sun and Moon Show
Disclaimer, this analysis was made 01/28/2024 and is copy-pasted from the original (me) source on Discord in TSBS server. I have a thread there.
Thoughts under the cut.
Okay so some small disclaimers, while Bloodmoon themselves are technically one entity, we all know they are also two separate AIs so I did do some small analysis on the separate AI. Blood refers to the main AI who is in control of the body most of the time (more ruthless, impulsive, bloodthirsty), and Harvest refers to the second AI who is, according to Blood, sleeping most of the time (more logical, analytic, and emotionally aware). I cover them individually here before doing a broader and more in-depth analysis of them together.
Blood (The Original AI)
Blood is driven by an instinctual need for blood, which manifests as a strong desire to kill. This bloodlust is a defining trait, often influencing their actions and decisions. Blood harbors deep-seated hatred and distrust, particularly due to Ruin's manipulation. Past experiences with deceitful kindness have led to a strong aversion to any form of compassion or assistance. Due to Ruin's manipulation, Blood reacts poorly to kindness, perceiving it as a ploy to use them. Their skepticism towards helping hands stems from a history of betrayal and deceit. Initially, Blood shared a connection with Lunar due to their common origin under Eclipse's creation. However, this dynamic shifted to hatred after learning that Lunar was rebuilt before them, and Monty had no intention of rebuilding the twins. Blood exhibits manipulative behavior, shown in their ability to trick and manipulate individuals, as seen in their interactions with Trashcan Man. Blood's resistance to reprogramming is considered due to the fear of potential erasure or further psychological damage. The complexities of their current state make the reprogramming process a risky endeavor. Blood faces emotional struggles resulting from the internal conflict between their bloodlust instincts and potential for redemption. The lack of a support system contributes to difficulties in overcoming these struggles. Despite Ruin's role in their revival, Blood's feelings towards him are complex, reflecting a mix of manipulation, betrayal, and potential loyalty.
Harvest (The Adaption)
Harvest, like Blood, exhibits a strong instinctual bloodlust, driven by a desire for killing. This primal urge influences their actions and decisions, making them a formidable and dangerous character. Harvest displays a more complex emotional range compared to Blood, possibly influenced by their interactions and experiences. Despite being labeled as "stupid" by certain characters, Harvest demonstrates intellectual capacity in his own way. Knowledge of escape plans, tactics in dealing with Eclipse, and other strategic elements showcase a level of intelligence. Harvest exhibits manipulation skills, particularly shown in their ability to trick and manipulate individuals, as seen in their interactions with Trashcan Man. Harvest demonstrates the ability to pretend to be Moon for a short duration, showcasing a level of acting skills. While not perfect, their attempt at impersonation suggests a degree of versatility in their behavior. Harvest possesses remarkable physical agility, demonstrated in their leaping abilities and skills in combat, including dodging attacks from Eclipse. The combination of fighting skills and agility makes them a formidable opponent. Similar to Blood, Harvest's relationship with Lunar is influenced by shared origins under Eclipse's creation.
Okay now that we're done with the basic rundown of them separately lets do them together
Bloodmoon
Bloodlust and Violence - Bloodmoon experiences an intense and almost primal craving for blood. This desire is portrayed as a fundamental part of their nature, akin to a physiological need. The urge for violence and bloodshed is depicted as overwhelming and challenging to control. Bloodmoon often succumbs to these urges, leading to aggressive and destructive behavior. The desire for blood is often described as a compelling need, suggesting that it goes beyond mere preference or inclination. This need manifests in a strong drive to engage in violent actions. Metaphors such as "thirst" and "hunger" are used to convey the intensity of these desires. This language paints a vivid picture of Bloodmoon's cravings as essential, like an insatiable appetite. The violent tendencies extend beyond a mere desire for blood; there is an emphasis on the act of causing harm and engaging in physical violence. Bloodmoon is portrayed as actively seeking out opportunities for aggression. Bloodmoon's bloodlust is presented as a product of both their inherent nature and the environment in which they were created. Ruin's programming and manipulation play a crucial role in amplifying these tendencies. The absence of a proper support system, in contrast to the original Moon and Kill Code, contributes to the heightened and uncontrolled nature of Bloodmoon's bloodlust. The lack of influences that might deter violent behavior allows these instincts to dominate. Bloodmoon's manipulative tactics, observed in interactions with characters like Trashcan, may serve as a means to satisfy their bloodlust. Manipulation could be a strategy to create scenarios conducive to violence. The persistent and intense nature of Bloodmoon's bloodlust implies a significant psychological impact. This aspect of their personality is not merely a preference but a driving force that influences their actions and decisions.
Origins and Environmental Influence - Bloodmoon's origin is linked to Eclipse, who played a pivotal role in their creation. The specific details of how and why Eclipse created them contribute significantly to their nature and purpose. Ruin's influence on Bloodmoon's programming is highlighted. They are portrayed as tools designed for a specific purpose, emphasizing functionality over emotional or ethical considerations. This utilitarian perspective has a profound impact on their behavior. Unlike animatronics with more comprehensive emotional programming, Bloodmoon is presented as lacking certain higher cognitive functions. This absence contributes to their perceived "stupidity" and affects their ability to empathize. Bloodmoon's psyche is deeply affected by Ruin's manipulative tactics and deceit. The environment created by Ruin involves a web of lies and half-truths, leading to a distorted understanding of reality for Bloodmoon. The contrast between being treated as tools and the emotional complexity seen in other characters highlights the unique nature of Bloodmoon's programming. This dichotomy raises questions about the ethical considerations behind their creation. The relationship with Lunar, being built by the same creator (Eclipse), implies shared origins. However, the differences in how Lunar and Bloodmoon were rebuilt and treated compared to Bloodmoon contribute to feelings of resentment and conflict. The environmental influence becomes a critical factor in understanding Bloodmoon's bloodlust and violent tendencies. The lack of emotional support, coupled with manipulative programming, amplifies their aggressive instincts. Bloodmoon's creation is portrayed as aligning with Ruin's intentions. This alignment serves Ruin's plans, emphasizing that Bloodmoon is a means to an end rather than an entity with an individual agency.
Trust Issues and Manipulation - Bloodmoon's trust issues are deeply rooted in the manipulation they experienced from Ruin. Ruin's deceptive tactics and lies create a pervasive atmosphere of mistrust, making it difficult for Bloodmoon to rely on others. If there was any initial trust in Eclipse, the revelation of being manipulated or used as a tool likely shattered that trust. Learning about Eclipse's role in their creation and the subsequent rebuilding of Lunar without the same treatment intensifies feelings of betrayal. Trust issues have a profound impact on Bloodmoon's relationships with other animatronics. The difficulty in trusting others impedes the development of meaningful connections and cooperation. Ruin's use of kindness as a manipulative tool contributes to Bloodmoon's aversion to kindness from others. Any act of goodwill may be perceived as a potential manipulation, making it challenging for them to accept genuine gestures. Solar's upfront and honest approach is acknowledged as a factor that may have contributed to Bloodmoon allowing Solar to help. The clarity of intentions helps bridge the gap in trust, showcasing that transparency can influence their willingness to cooperate. The narrative suggests that Ruin plays a significant role in shaping Bloodmoon's trust issues. Whether it's through intentional programming or environmental influence, Ruin's actions have lasting consequences on how Bloodmoon perceives trust. Trust issues manifest in paranoia and skepticism. Bloodmoon becomes vigilant and wary of others' motives, questioning the authenticity of interactions and second-guessing the intentions of those around them. The absence of a reliable emotional support system exacerbates trust issues. Unlike animatronics with strong bonds or friendships, Bloodmoon's isolation intensifies their struggles with trusting others. Trust issues can significantly impact decision-making. Bloodmoon may be inclined to act defensively, anticipating betrayal or manipulation, which could influence their choices and actions throughout the narrative. Trust issues can serve as a compelling aspect of character development. Overcoming these challenges may lead to personal growth and a more nuanced understanding of relationships, providing opportunities for redemption or reconciliation.
Responses to Kindness - Bloodmoon, due to their past experiences and manipulations, initially responds to kindness with skepticism. Kind gestures may be met with suspicion, as they have learned to be cautious about the intentions behind such actions. Bloodmoon is opposed to being treated with pity. Their response to kindness might include a rejection of sympathy or expressions of understanding, as they prefer to be acknowledged on their terms rather than as objects of pity. Bloodmoon's past encounters with manipulation make them prone to misinterpreting genuine kindness. Acts of goodwill might be seen as potential traps or attempts to control them, leading to defensive responses. The narrative hints that Solar's upfront and honest approach might have influenced Bloodmoon's willingness to accept help. Solar's transparency contrasts with the deceptive tactics they experienced, making it a key factor in their responses to kindness. Kindness can evoke complex emotions within Bloodmoon. While they may have an innate desire for connection and understanding, their past trauma and programming create a conflicting internal struggle between accepting kindness and resisting vulnerability. Despite their initial reservations, there might be an underlying desire for authentic connection and acceptance. Bloodmoon, like any sentient being, may long for genuine relationships but struggles to navigate the complexities of trust. The responses to kindness play a pivotal role in shaping Bloodmoon's relationships with other characters. Genuine acts of kindness, if recognized and reciprocated, could potentially pave the way for deeper connections and alliances. Bloodmoon may reject unearned sympathy, preferring to be treated based on their actions and choices rather than receiving kindness solely because of their traumatic past or current predicament. How Bloodmoon responds to kindness becomes a crucial element in their character arc. In the future, positive responses and a gradual opening up to genuine connections may indicate a path toward redemption and personal growth. This theme of responses to kindness introduces the possibility of character evolution. Over time, Bloodmoon's reactions may evolve, reflecting a shifting perspective on trust, connection, and the potential for positive change.
Psychological Impacts - Ruin's manipulations have a significant impact on Bloodmoon's psyche. The intentional programming to serve as a tool and the deceptive tactics employed by Ruin contribute to shaping Bloodmoon's perception of trust, reality, and their own identity. Bloodmoon's lack of a supportive environment or trustworthy companions exacerbates the psychological impact of their experiences. Unlike Old Moon, who had allies and friends, Bloodmoon is isolated, contributing to feelings of abandonment and vulnerability. Bloodmoon's internal conflict and struggle with identity are prominent psychological aspects. The juxtaposition of their original selves with the manipulated version creates an internal battle, questioning who they were, who they have become, and whether redemption is possible. The innate bloodlust and violent tendencies programmed into Bloodmoon's nature have a profound psychological impact. The struggle to resist these urges, coupled with the consequences of succumbing to them, adds layers of complexity to their mental state. The psychological impact is also influenced by Bloodmoon's connection to Lunar and Eclipse. The dynamics with these characters, including feelings of betrayal, hatred, or possible remnants of familial bonds, contribute to the emotional turmoil within Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon's reactions to Eclipse and Kill Code provide insights into the psychological trauma inflicted upon them. The separation from Kill Code, the influence of Eclipse, and the eventual return of the Kill Code present challenges to Bloodmoon's mental stability. Trust issues and an overarching sense of suspicion are core elements of the psychological impact. Bloodmoon's experiences with manipulation and deception make it difficult for them to trust others, influencing their interactions and decision-making. The internal struggle for control, particularly when the Kill Code takes over, showcases the psychological battles fought within Bloodmoon's mind. This struggle contributes to moments of chaos, conflict, and the potential for externalizing their internal torment.
Intellectual Capabilities - Despite their violent tendencies, Bloodmoon displays a form of cunning and tactical thinking in various situations. This is evident in their ability to escape from pursuers, formulate plans for dealing with adversaries like Eclipse, and utilize their environment to their advantage during confrontations. Bloodmoon's intelligence is notably reflected in their skill at evading capture and hiding effectively. Whether crawling through pipes or utilizing the Pizzaplex's layout to their advantage, they demonstrate an understanding of escape and evasion strategies that contribute to their survival. One aspect of Bloodmoon's intellectual capabilities involves a deep understanding of torture methods. This knowledge goes beyond mere aggression, indicating a more calculated approach to inflicting pain. Their proficiency in various torture techniques suggests a strategic and calculated mindset. Bloodmoon showcases an ability to recognize emotional manipulation, particularly in their response to kindness. Their past experiences, particularly with Ruin's manipulation, have made them wary of kindness being a facade. This awareness implies a level of emotional intelligence, allowing them to see through deceptive gestures. Bloodmoon's skill in replicating the voices of certain animatronics demonstrates a form of audio-based intelligence. This talent could be employed for deception, manipulation, or strategic communication, showcasing a multifaceted approach to problem-solving. Given their connection to lunar eclipses and celestial themes, Bloodmoon displays a level of comprehension regarding these cosmic elements. This understanding adds a layer of complexity to their character, showcasing an intellectual engagement with celestial phenomena beyond their violent tendencies. Bloodmoon exhibits a capacity for manipulation and trickery, as seen in their interactions with Trashcan. Their ability to deceive and lure others into games highlights a strategic and manipulative side, indicating a level of psychological intelligence. In combat situations, Bloodmoon demonstrates adaptive intelligence. Their ability to dodge attacks, counter adversaries like Eclipse, and employ diverse fighting techniques reveals a keen sense of adaptability and strategic thinking in high-pressure situations. Bloodmoon's awareness of environmental influences on their behavior, as seen in their reaction to lunar eclipses, suggests a level of self-awareness and introspection. This recognition adds depth to their character, showcasing an intellectual capacity to understand the impact of external factors on their animatronic nature.
Okay whoo now I'm gonna skitter off
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Setting Boundaries
Hi welcome to indulgent writing featuring your personal care unit Moon. :)
TW: Implied toxic friendships
Blue fingers wrapped around the cellphone in your hands and plucked it from your grasp.
"Hey!" You frowned, rising from the couch to try and snag your device back from the towering animatronic. He gave a soft tsk, tucking your phone out of sight.
"Ah ah ah," Moon wagged his finger. "You've been making faces at your accursed device for an hour. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," you crossed your arms, sinking back onto the couch. Moon gave you a skeptical look, head tilting dramatically to one side.
"Nothing."
"Nothing," you insisted.
"I did not know you could cry over nothing," he mused, sinking onto the couch beside you. He flipped, letting his legs curl over the back while his back and head came to rest on the floor. You looked down at his face.
"...I'm not crying," you wiped at your eyes.
"You're a bad liar," he rolled his eyes in response. "Why are you upset?"
"I'm just..." You sighed, picking up one of the couch's throw pillows and wrapping your arms around it. "Am I a bad friend?"
"No," Moon said immediately. "The only thing you are bad at is taking care of yourself. Which is why we are here." He tilted his head, causing the bell on his cap to jingle.
"...Yeah," you nodded. "I guess."
"Someone told you you were a bad friend?" Moon wrapped one of his cool hands around your wrist. You allowed him to pull your hand closer, relaxing as he began to trace the lines on your palm. He knew it was always easier on you to talk if he wasn't looking right at you.
"They didn't say that, exactly. But I mean... They were venting and I guess I just... didn't respond the way they wanted or something. I don't know."
The lunar animatronic was silent a moment.
"Is this the same person who was venting to you yesterday?" He traced out the shape of a moon on your palm.
"Yeah, but-
"Shh. Were they also the person who was venting to you on Monday?"
"Well, yes, but-
"How often do you listen to this person vent?"
"...It's not that often-
"Oh yes it is," Moon rose from the floor to stand over you, arms crossed. "This is the third time this week. You aren't a therapist- you're actually in therapy." He huffed.
"I can't help it," you groaned, "I mean- it just seems like they don't have anyone else to talk to..." Looking at your lap, you sighed.
"Well, they can't talk to you all the time. You need breaks. You need time to yourself to decompress. I respect that you care about your friends, starlight, but you have to set boundaries. You look exhausted and it's barely eight o'clock." With that, Moon turned and walked out of the room. For a moment, you thought he was actually mad at you.
But a few moments later, he returned to you and wrapped a blanket around you. With a soft sigh, he turned on the TV- something that surprised you, since Moon didn't care for television- and put on a cartoon you'd probably spent way too much time telling him about.
As the theme song washed over you, you felt yourself relax a little more. Moon patted your head.
"If you are always carrying others' burdens, you will burn out," Moon said gently. You watched him walk into the kitchen. The sound of the burner clicking on hit your ears.
Soon enough, Moon was returning with a cup of tea, settling himself on the couch beside you. He passed you the cup of tea with a soft smile.
"You need to set boundaries with your friends. Tell them when you need a break. The constant strain will damage your friendships." Moon turned his attention to the television.
"What if they get mad at me?" You gripped the mug a little tighter, feeling a lump form in your throat.
"If they cannot respect your boundaries, they are not your friends," Moon said, tone clipped.
You shrank, looking down into the mug with a sigh. Moon sighed in turn.
"I'm not upset with you. It just seems like this 'friend' is really weighing on you. It bothers us." He folded his hands in his lap, looking apologetic.
Setting your tea aside, you scooted closer to Moon. He wrapped an arm around you, humming softly.
"I don't know how I keep getting into these situations," you mused, fixing your eyes on the floor as the colorful characters on screen laughed at a joke you'd heard a hundred times before.
"I just want my friends to be happy, you know? But before I know it, I'm taking on everything... I wonder sometimes if that's part of why I retreated in the first place." You looked over to the window.
Moon was quiet for a moment, rubbing tender circles in your back. He knew what you meant by retreating- the very reason he and Sun had been assigned to you in the first place.
Before he could respond, you continued.
"Where did I go wrong? Why is it that everyone can talk to me but I can't seem to talk to anyone? Why am I like this?" As you spoke, you felt the sting of tears at the edges of your vision. But you couldn't stop.
"I just- I don't get it. It always ends up this way. Why do I even try?" You laughed bitterly as the first hot tears slipped down your cheeks.
"What do I do? How do I fix this? It doesn't matter how many times I say I'm tired or that I need a break, we always circle back to me carrying everything with a stupid smile on my face." You buried your face in your hands, sobbing as you let it all pour out of you.
Cool fingers pulled your hands from your face. Moon gently cupped your cheeks, the chill of his hands soothing your burning face.
"If you are the one always taking care of everyone, who is taking care of you?" His voice was much softer than before. "You have to set boundaries. You have to maintain those boundaries. And... if it comes to it... you have to let go of the people who won't respect those boundaries." He sighed, watching you struggle to catch your breath.
"I know," you sighed. "I just... don't know how."
"We'll work on that together. But for now, let's focus on calming down. Breathe with me."
"You don't even breathe-
"Then breathe for me," Moon said immediately. "In."
You drew a breath in, feeling the way the cold air filled your lungs.
"Hold." Moon wiped the tears from your face. You could feel a sting in your chest as you waited to exhale.
"Out." He let your face go, reaching past you to pick up your mug while you let go of a shaky breath. Moon pressed the mug of lukewarm tea into your hands.
"Good. In."
You drew in another breath. Held it. And let it go. Moon made you do it twice more before urging you to drink your tea. You fixed your gaze on the television as you sipped at honey-rich chamomile.
Settling back into his spot, Moon let go of a sigh.
"...Who takes care of you?" You looked over at Moon. "If you take care of me."
Moon hummed, looking at you for a moment.
"I don't think I need to be taken care of, most of the time." He shrugged. "...Seeing you doing well puts me at ease, so just focus on that, hm?" He focused on the television. You quietly scooted closer to him, leaning against him as the credits rolled. He wrapped his arm around you, smiling softly.
When you glanced up at him, he was focused on the television. You smiled, feeling grateful for his presence.
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It's time for the Weekly Bangtan Report!
Happy Birthday Hobi! Neuron Crew has posted a happy birthday tribute on their social media channels. Here is the video on YouTube:
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Neuron Crew are a group of Hobi's dance colleagues and friends from pre-debut. He's known them since middle school. This video was shot at Daedong Plaza in Gwuangju, Hobi's hometown city.
I was wondering last time if we'd see him in between training groups and here he is! The birthday boy himself was out and about. He saw his birthday banners and posters! I suspect this is possibly near his apartment building.
And COMING MARCH!!! HOPE ON THE STREET!!!
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Personally, I hope its a series and not just one full length documentary type thing.
Ok, now news for the thirsty folks (thirsty folks=all of us) I was going to start this weekly recap with this, but...
I decided to spare everyone. I'm sure y'all are tired of seeing naked Jungkook (of course that was a joke).
EDIT: CK pulled a bonehead and did not add this particular hoodie to their website before dropping the pics. It supposedly is there now.
As I predicted months and months ago, these brand ambassador deals are the gifts that keep on giving (thank you jesus and tight pants).
Jungkook's deal with Calvin Klein ... he said he wears the "tight kind" ... dare I even go here? will we...? did he...? We Wait™️
There is a video of behind the scenes of his music show recordings he did from Seven's release to Golden's promotions is available on BangtanTV.
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Yoongi's Valentino campaign is beginning to appear in Japan.
We still know nothing about what he's up to but we keep getting episodes of Suchwita. Perhaps we'll get one with his good friend, producer El Capitxn. We Wait™️
Taehyung has a photo spread in the current issue of WKorea. Flowers. Lots of flowers:
And he posted on Valentine's day but not really a love note (lol, he's a goofball) but the boy is gaining some weight. He's up to 160 lbs...
I present to you my interim report.
Attained 72.5 kg I will come again.
Salute
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Namjoon.... there is that sus image of him playing the saxophone in a red military band uniform (not gonna post the pic). Is it an edit? Ok, so let's think about this.
When have we ever heard Namjoon say he knows how to play the saxophone? That would be approximately zero times he's ever said that. You'd think we would have had some Taehyung/RM interactions or conversations over the years involving saxophones. Nothing.
Do you know how hard it is to learn to play a wind instrument?
And there is only that one single suspicious image. Usually there are multiple weird sneaky angles, blurry shots, etc. I'm just saying I remain skeptical until I hear more from a different source, or from Joon himself. I've seen several pics supposedly of Jimin and Jungkook, one of them sitting in a cafeteria that looked hella real and then the original pic is shown and it's just... wow... edits can be very deceiving.
Joon posted a Lunar New Year message to us on Weverse:
Hello ARMYs,
I hope you're doing well.
I've come to my assigned military base and am adapting and doing well. I've had some tteokguk* too.
Since it's Seollal, I've also been resting a bit, and I'm living well. I will need to spend one more Seollal here before I can see you but, I'm spending my time well.
I really believe that this time will lead to different kinds of learning and experiences.
Whenever, wherever you are, please stay healthy, and I hope that your life has a lot more good than bad.
Hoping that the connection we share continues, I wish you a happy new year !
(*Rice cake soup traditionally eaten during Seollal, or Lunar New Year.)
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And his @ rpwprpwprpwp Instagram account posted some pics this past week. Since comments are open on that account, Armys are trying to outdo each other with the corniest pickup lines:
IS THERE AN AIRPORT NEARBY, OR WAS THAT JUST MY HEART TAKING OFF?
If you were a triangle you'd be acute one 💋
If I'm the pencil, you're the highlighter. Because I'm gonna draw our future and you're gonna make it brighter.
Jimin also posted a short but super sweet Lunar New Year message on Weverse and mentioned Jungkook:
It's Lunar New Year ARMYs!
I hope you have a happy Lunar New Year and I hope this year for you is a healthy year filled with happiness
Jungkook and I are doing well so please don't worry about us too much.
I'll check in with you again!
Hope you have lots of good food and eat a lot today
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I was so happy to see a message from him and so glad he said they are both doing well. But I'm still going to worry...
Nothing new from Jin, we've already had his February message. 116 days left. But here he is and I am looking forward to having his grown ass, mature, military experienced man back with us in a few months:
Other Bangtan related news this week: Enhypen released a cover of I Need U. Some people are speaking negatively about it. What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people?
That song was important for BTS, it was their first TV music show win and it was IMPORTANT and a big WIN for them that broke the door open. They were about to give up!
Be flattered that BTS is of a calibre that other well-known artists want to cover their songs! That being said, if you don't like the way they covered the song, fine, just move on, there's no need to be mean-spirited about it.
Last weekend, a Japanese TV show seemed to tease/spoil a hint that possibly high profile celebs stayed at a resort in a town outside Sapporo recently... the hint was "Dynamite." This was the resort:
Uh... nice... delulu brain activated...
#bangtan weekly report#update on the fortress: they are working on the interior#i'm sure there's a hundred other bts related things i forgot to mention#even when they are absent they are everywhere#to the person who asked me last week about Jungkook please check your DMs
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Day 4: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!!
William Tell wants to try something new.
Themes: thigh riding, established relationship, f!reader
Word Count: 403
A.N: gods bless sh214 for this close up gif of his thighs 😩
“Just trust me,” William gave you a soft smile as he broke the deep kiss you’d been enjoying.
“Where did you even hear about this?” You sigh, you weren’t one to shake up the sex routine you both had come to enjoy, especially not when you were already aching to feel him fill you.
“The internet, now come here.” He gave a sly grin and he tugged down the waistband of your sweatpants.
“Five minutes, that’s all you get.” You huffed skeptically as you helped him free your lower half. “Now how do I-“ your question was cut off when he pulled you closer by your hips, slotting his knee between yours as he pulled you down. The heat and smoothness of his thigh against your core had you catching your breath against the new sensation immediately. Feeling the strength there as he adjusted had you leaving trails across his skin.
“Just close your eyes, let me do the work.” He whispered against your neck as his hands gripped your hips. The warmth of of them sent a shiver through your nerves as he worked your hips back and forth. The friction against your clit already had you biting back groans in just a few strokes.
“W-will.” You murmured as you began to roll your hips along with his hands. Each swipe of his skin against your bud sent your nerves singing. Your face nestled in his neck as he worked your hips back and forth. His grip almost bruising with the motion but pleasure kept you from stopping him.
Your soaked folds glided easily up and down his quads as your hips continued to churn. “William please.” Your soft plea whispered against his throat.
You were both breathless when your orgasm sent you crashing into him. Clinging onto him as you rolled your hips yourself taking the friction you needed from his well muscled thigh. You bit his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your moans, sending him closer to his own orgasm then he’ll ever admit. As your grinding slowed and you came back to yourself you felt the aftermath of your pleasure slicking his thigh and both of yours, his leg practically dripping.
“What a mess.” He smiled as he ran a hand through your hair and brushed his lips against yours. He drew his tongue over your lips and his grin turned wicked as he whispered “clean it up.”
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Apologies this isn’t super long! Writing thigh riding proved to be more challenging then I anticipated 😅
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New SpaceTime out Friday....
SpaceTime 20240223 Series 27 Episode 24
The black hole warping spacetime at the centre of the Milky Way
A new study has found that Sagittarius A* the supermassive black hole at the centre of the Milky Way galaxy is spinning so quickly it is warping the spacetime surrounding it into a shape of a rugby football.
Nuclear fusion reactor sets new world record
Physicists in Britain have smashed the world record for energy output using a nuclear fusion reactor – bringing us a step closer to unlimited clean energy.
NASA to demonstrate autonomous navigation system on moon
NASA is planning to test a new navigation system that will change how humans, rovers, and spacecraft independently track their precise location on the Moon and in cis-lunar space.
Arnhem Space Centre’s new vehicle assembly buildings
Equatorial Launch Australia has released final designs for its Horizontal vehicle Integration Facility buildings at the Arnhem Space Centre east of Darwin.
The Science Report
Using stem cell transplants to provide long term remission from HIV/AIDS
Australian birds that live on islands are among the species most at risk of extinction.
All dogs go to heaven, but which ones live the longest?
Skeptics guide to psychic channelling
SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.
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SpaceTime -- A brief history
SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States. The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science. SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research. The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network. Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor. Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. Later, Gary became part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and was one of its first presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually. However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage. Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently. StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016. Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.
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Cold Comfort: Part One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Summary: You meet another psychic on a case that doesn’t want to work with you, and everyone’s faith is tested on exactly what you can do.
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
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"And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side. Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride. In the sepulchre there by the sea. In her tomb by the sounding sea." - Edgar Allan Poe
This morning is one of the milder ones since there isn't a need for a case right now. You and Spencer just got in and joined Penelope, Emily, Kevin, and Derek in the small break room by your desks. Penelope has a newspaper in her hands with a page about horoscopes and zodiac signs.
Spencer is a Scorpio and you're an Aries since your birthday is in April. It's coming up but you're not sure what you want to do yet. Spencer will no doubt plan the perfect evening, so you're not too worried right now. Plus, you've read that Scorpios and Aries are compatible.
"Current influences should turn this day into one with plenty of potential, but avoid the trap of trying too hard. Know your strengths. Rely on them. Confidence, real or pretend, is your magic ingredient," Penelope reads Kevin's current horoscope.
"Confidence. Yes, I like that."
"Ooh, do mine," you grin and bounce over to them.
"When's your birthday?"
"Early April. I'm an Aries."
"Ah, here it is. You prefer to think that if someone hasn't noticed your superior charm, and isn't already thinking about proposing to you, then they aren't worth the effort. Now suddenly, it's you who wants to do the chasing and will really enjoy the feeling of being in pursuit."
"You hear that, Spencer? Better get your running shoes on because I'm going to chase you."
"One of the most compatible signs for Aries is Scorpio."
"It's like you're my soulmate," you joke with Spencer.
"Come on, guys, you don't really think there's actually anything to that stuff, do you?" Derek asks.
"You'd be surprised.
"It's gibberish," Emily has Derek's back.
"Thank you."
"Oh, you are just jealous because you don't have the magic ingredient.
"I have the magic ingredient. It's called Splenda," Emily grins and sips her coffee.
"Alright, skeptic, what's your sign?"
"No."
"No? Is that in May? Reid, we need a DOB on Prentiss."
"7:12 a.m., October 12th, 19--"
"Hey!" Emily cuts him off before he can say her birth year.
"Libra, I should have known," Penelope giggles. "A romantic opportunity may experience a slight hitch thanks to the pesky lunar influence, which could have you dipping into a rather chilly mood. If being demonstrative and warm is difficult, then neutralize this temporary cold front with a simple but affectionate gesture."
"I have a simple gesture."
Emily flips everyone off, and you laugh at her antics.
"Are you guys ready to gather?"
You turn to see JJ standing there with her hair cut short and looking amazing as ever. Jordan went back to counter-terrorism, allowing JJ to take her spot back.
"Well, look at you, miss thing. First day back and you're all business," Derek chuckles.
"Well, it's either diving right in or confronting my separation anxiety."
"It's tough being away from him, huh?"
"Yeah." You look down and notice a ring on her finger that's gold and sparkly. She notices you staring and holds it up for everyone to see. "It's Citrine, Henry's birthstone. Will and I both got one."
"That's so sweet," Pen gasps.
Penelope heads to her office while the rest of you head to the briefing room to get the meeting started. Right before JJ can enter, you pull her off to the side for a quick chat.
"Listen, Spencer and I were talking and if you and Will ever need a break to catch up with life or just to relax, we're more than happy to take care of Henry."
"I might take you up on that offer," she smiles. You two walk in; you take a seat next to Spencer and she takes her spot at the front. She puts pictures of a woman who is clearly dead onto the screen. "There's been a string of abductions in Olympia, Washington going back nine months. The four women are blond, blue-eyed, and in their early twenties. This morning they found one."
"When were they taken?"
"Nine months ago."
"Was she the first?"
"Yeah."
"She looks almost mummified."
"Not quite. She's embalmed. The time of death is a bit of a question mark right now."
"Where did they find her?" Rossi asks JJ.
"In a state park just east of Olympia. The body was jarred loose during a mudslide. That, plus the abnormal decomposition makes it difficult to know how long she was there."
"It says the victims were abducted about three months apart. He's rotating his victims out. There are gonna be more bodies out there. Wheels up in thirty."
Everyone is given thirty minutes to get their things and head to the private plane, but everyone makes it there in twenty.
"So, if I wanted to embalm a body, what's the process?" Emily asks once you're in the air.
"The blood is drained through the jugular vein and replaced with embalming fluid through one of the two major arteries. It usually takes a few hours," you explain. "You'd need special equipment and training for something like this. Knowledge of the human vascular system would also be a plus."
"Maybe it's a doctor," JJ suggests, "nurse, or a technician who has a background in mortuary sciences."
"Now, there's a major they didn't offer at my school."
"Personally, the whole thing just seems weird to me. Embalming, I mean," Emily says.
"Some people like to look good for their funeral."
"It's not them, though. It's a shell that's been polished and painted. I just want to be cremated."
"The question is why somebody would embalm the body of someone they just murdered. He wants to hold on to them. It's a possession issue. This way they can never leave. Maybe fear of abandonment speaks to his history."
"Eventually, even an embalmed body will decay. Eventually, he'll find himself in need of new victims."
"That explains the abduction cycle--a new victim every three months, which means at least two of the remaining women are already dead."
"What about the third?"
"Her name is Brooke Lombardini. It's been four days since she disappeared following her shift at a local restaurant. We know the odds."
"Ninety percent of all abduction victims are killed within the first thirty-six hours," you sigh.
When the plane landed, you headed to the dump site where they found the first victim along with Derek and Spencer. The rest of them went to the police station to get set up. Detective Ron Fullwood is already on the scene when you arrive. Tracking someone outside is harder than inside because the elements can mess up energies to the point you might not even see them. If the three other victims are out there somewhere, you have to try your hardest to track them down.
"A hiker found a foot protruding from the soil right up here. The whole side of the hill slid down from up there," Ron says.
"You're focusing the search in this area?"
"Yeah, but if he dumped other bodies here, he's got over eight hundred acres to work with."
"Keep your men near the fire road, Detective," Spencer suggests. "One man dragging a body through the woods with a hundred and ten pounds of dead weight isn't gonna get far from the path. That's why a lot of killers dismember their victims. They're easier to dispose of that way."
"You think it says something about the profile? That he didn't chop her up?"
"Possibly, yeah."
You look around the area and focus your concentration on bringing the energy of the dead alive. You walk away from the spot where the first victim was found and stop about twenty feet from it. There is something on the ground reflecting off the light from the sun. With your pen, you pick the item up so you don't touch it and contaminate the evidence.
It's a gold cross necklace. Whoever owns this is nearby, you can feel her.
Through the treelines where the sun shines through, is a mess of energy that can be missed if you weren't already looking for it. You walk over to the area and the energy wisps away as if it's leading you somewhere. The more you follow it, the more it moves until you get to the spot it's taking you to.
"Where are you going?" Spencer asks.
This isn't the energy of the first victim found, it's a new one entirely.
"Someone is buried here! You need to dig over here!" you call out. Everyone gathers around the spot you directed them to and begins to dig. It doesn't take long before a hand protrudes from the ground. Everyone stares at you as if you had something to do with the murder. "I swear I didn't have any knowledge about this victim."
The energy wisps away from the burial site over to three trees and takes the form of the victim. She smiles sadly at you before misting away knowing that she is found and can find her own peace.
"The answer to your question, Detective, is yes, this killer can't dismember these women. He cares for them."
You let local police and crime scene investigators do their job while you, Derek, and Spencer head back to the police station. The mom of the recent victim, Brooke, is begging for the police's help with the hope that she is still alive somewhere. She already has someone on her side helping her, someone named Stanley Usher.
He's a psychic like you. You've met your fair share of psychics, but never anyone as strong as you are. Some only can infer emotions, some of them connect with people's personalities and make lucky guesses, but you've never met anyone who can do exactly what you can do.
When you find out about Stanley, everyone's eyes are on you.
"What? I'm not the only psychic on the planet. I've met my fair share of psychics--not good ones, but psychics nonetheless. Most of them were frauds who only wanted people's money."
"Exactly," Rossi backs you up. "Hope is one thing. False hope is something else."
"I know you thought that about me when we first met, but I'd like to hope you have faith in me now."
"You get lucky," he shrugs playfully.
"I guess you've worked with psychics before?" Derek asks. "You know, prior to Y/N."
"Not by choice."
"There are cases where people believe they've helped. Y/N has helped so much for this team," JJ backs you up.
"She's the real deal. She's proven to me she can actually help. Others don't. When people are vulnerable, they'll believe a lot of things."
If you're going to work this case, you have to know exactly who you're dealing with. You have to meet Stanley to know if he's going to help or if he's like the frauds you've come across. Rossi wants you to be there with JJ, so you three head over there as soon as possible to meet with Sandra, Brooke's mom, and Stanley.
Stanley is standing in the kitchen off to the side. He doesn't seem to notice you or feel your presence, but you definitely feel his. Despite him being a psychic, you can read him like an open book. His reputation has suffered a lot during his life. He has some abilities he can rely on, but not as strong as you can. He was once called a fraud but you don't know how true that is.
"We think the man who took her may have come by her work. A customer or someone she may have talked about," JJ says to Sandra.
"We think this man is a loner. He would dine by himself and make frequent visits, but he's shy and avoids eye contact."
"She got asked out sometimes."
"No, this man wouldn't have asked her out. He wouldn't have had the courage. He would have stared at her and made her uncomfortable."
"I've told the police everything I know. You shouldn't be here. You should be looking into the clues," Sandra urges and pushes a necklace toward JJ that belonged to Brooke.
"Right, like clues from Brooke's necklace?" you ask.
"Yes, ma'am. It's called token object reading or psychometry."
"I know what it's called."
"See, a person's energy makes an impression on everything they touch. It allows me to connect with them. The hard part is interpreting what I'm given. I know she felt weakened, tired, and heavy."
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Rossi asks Stanley. Both you and Rossi go off to the side with Stanely to speak to him privately. "I've been around a little, and I've seen guys like you come into the lives of grieving families."
"Sir, I assure you, that's not what--"
"Listen to me, the last thing this woman needs is some con man giving her unrealistic ideas."
"With all due respect, sir, you may not know what she needs. Your job is to know the perpetrators."
"We're not talking about my job."
"Maybe we should be because there are a lot of people out there who don't believe in what you do, either."
"The only person I trust to do this is her," Rossi gestures to you.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm an empathic psychic."
Just like that, Stanley's demeanor changes at your words. It's like he hates you or something because all you feel from him is disgust and hatred.
"I'm sorry, but I can't work with her. You can either work with me or her, but not both," he says to Rossi.
"No offense to you, but I choose her."
They have some talking to do, so you leave their side and join JJ and Sandra in the kitchen. JJ gets up to answer her ringing phone, and you take her seat so you're sitting across from Sandra.
"Hi, Sandra. My name is Y/N. I'm an empathic psychic and a very good one at that. Stanley refuses to work with me, but it's your decision on who you want on this case. I have credibility and I'd love to help you if that's what you want. I've caught a lot of killers and saved a lot of people. I just want you to think about who you want here."
JJ gets off the phone and looks at you and Rossi.
"I just got a call. They found a third body."
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One thing I will always want to know is what Kai and Cinder’s kids’ reactions would be to finding out that their mom led a revolution and did some badass stuff, BUT ALSO that their dad was not only previously married, but to their mom’s aunt. So he was very directly her uncle for a few days
I think history class would be slightly embarrassing for the kaider kids. When the teachers are covering the Lunar Revolution they try to phrase things generally so that the young prince and princesses don't feel singled out, but c'mon--everyone knows. When they cover some of their parents' greater feats, the kaider kids lap up the awe and praise from their classmates. When they cover the embarrassing moments, i.e. Cinder kissing Kai at the ball, the kids hide behind their portscreens. Once they reached the chapter about Kai marrying Levana, the kids were teased for the rest of the semester.
If Cinder's Adventure is anything to go by, Cinder and Kai seem to tell their children their history with a good deal of fiction mixed in. So it could be shocking for these kids to learn that the silly stories their parents made up actually happened. And instead of the fluffy, light parts they were conveyed, they learn a lot of the gruesome truths. But it would also be funny if the public have missing info about a certain event, and the kid says one day in class, "no, no, no, you've got it all wrong. That never happened. It was actually __, __, and __." And the teachers are skeptical because that's not on the curriculum, so the kid just says, "do you want me to comm my parents to back me up?"
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Hey I came to recently make a confession about liking Sun so I've come back to make another one talking about what I like about some of the tsams characters.
I think Sun is genuinely very fun. He's like... a wet cat to me. And he's so random. Like he screams a lot but then he randomly goes back to being chipper and it's so funny to me. Like he'll say the most bizarre thing ever and then act like it didn't happen and it's funny because he's supposed to be the "sunshine character" but then he pulls a "sike" on you I guess. I could talk about him all day but I won't lmao.
Moon is an interesting character to me. I have conflicting feelings about him. On one hand I think he's funny as hell when he's just trolling, on the other hand poor guy cannot catch a damn break, someone please let him sleep. I like his "I'm not gonna handle this" attitude as well because it's very funny. He's a bit harder to talk about because I can't really explain my opinion of him in a way that makes sense.
Lunar is very silly. I wasn't really a fan of him surprisingly before he was rebuilt, I actually liked him more after his revival. Like he's just this little guy and you expect him to be so innocent or something but then he swears just to spite you lmao. Also he too makes a lot of bizarre remarks that just baffle me and make me laugh. I don't have a strong opinion on him really to be honest, he's just neat to me.
Earth, I was so skeptical of her at first because I was one of those people who didn't like the sudden introduction of so many characters (it started when Killcode gained sentience that I really wasn't a big fan of this trend lmao) but I've found her to be one of my most favorite characters ever. I love her with all my heart and she is my second favorite. She's always pretty kind and can be pretty silly too and she's just so sweet and I wish I could meet her if she were real.
Those are just some opinions I have about the main celestial characters, just wanted to throw in some positivity.
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10 facts about my Sams oc Jane Doe
1. She is trans, Monty remodelled her body for her after she came out to them
2. Despite her surname being Doe, she pronounces is as Dough. As a little baking pun
3. Used to have feelings for Moon, when he told her he's aroace she let go of her feelings towards him knowing he didn't reciprocate (she was chill with it)
4. Has hit Eclipse with a fish one time and almost did it to Solar, mistaking him for Eclipse at the time.
5. When she met Earth she was a bit skeptical of her but slowly warmed up to her
6. She can have her head attached to her body but prefers having it floating over her body because it makes kids laugh
7. Always carries a rolling pin just in case she has to beat someone up
8. Does not trust Gemini one bit, no matter how nice Lunar and Earth say the Gemini twins are
9. Her favourite animals are cows, especially highland cows. She has a small plushie of one she keeps in her apron pocket
10. She sometimes tries helping the celestial fam out with issues they have even when she doesn't understand the problem
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{GN!Reader, on the Nice List}
Just imagine…..
"Raph! You know how I feel about the cold! What are we doing out here?"
The behemoth chuckles, "Don't get ya tinsel in a tangle. It'll be worth it, I promise."
You grumble, shoving your gloved hands deeper into your pockets. The big guy starts whistling a Christmas jingle and you wonder when the hell he succumbed to the holiday spirit. Your best friend, though you yearn for more, is a big grump most of the time. This behavior is so unlike him, you have to ask....
"Are you a pod person, er, turtle?"
Raphael bursts out laughing, wiping the corners of his eyes for good measure. Your confusion amuses him to no end and it's all made even better by the fact that he knows his surprise for you is going to knock your woolen socks off.
At the side of a building, in the heart of the big city, he stops and pulls down the fire escape. You give him a skeptical eye but climb up with him right behind you. At the rooftop, you climb over the edge to find the rest of the guys and various significant others.
“What’s all this?” you wonder aloud, as Raph pours a mug of hot chocolate for you from a big thermos.
Mikey answers, “It’s the annual tree lighting ceremony at Rockefeller Center! We come up here every year to watch. It’s a tradition!”
Being a transplant and not a native New Yorker, you weren’t aware of the ceremony. You look down at the view of the performers getting ready to start the show, and realize who’s missing.
“Where are April and Casey?”
Leo pipes up this time, “Casey is on security detail for some of the singers and April is covering the event for Channel 6.”
“Yeah,” Donnie adds, wistfully, “Case already sent a selfie he took with Gwen Stefani.”
“Cool,” you murmur, leaning against the roof railing.
It’s a great spot for watching and the hot drink in your hands is warming you from the inside. Then Raph stands beside you, closer than he normally does, and the warmth you feel isn’t from the cocoa. He glances at you and smiles, seeming oddly shy.
“Do ya like yer surprise?” he asks quietly in that deep, gruff voice that sends a shiver right through you.
Feeling bold, you bump his arm with your shoulder, giving him a flirty smile.
“I love it,” you answer, “and the best part is the company.”
His eyes widen a little and his face lights up at the implication. Just then, the music begins and everyone’s attention turns to the show below. After a moment, you feel a big, beefy arm slip around your shoulders and you let him pull you into his side. His shell is in the way so instead of reaching around him too, you grasp his free hand in both of your own. As he nuzzles the top of your head, you think to yourself that just maybe, your Christmas wish will come true this year. ♥️
Photos curtesy of my friend Amy who lives in NYC and took these photos on 12/5/22 🎄
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