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tagged by the lovely @rosesforshoto ⋆˙⟡🌹

consensual but not safe or sane is how i would describe most of my writing actually 😭😭 though maybe one day i will be silly and try my hand at exmaster!qifrey and brimmedhat!apprentice noncon... 🫠

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crazy how this popped out after i read domestic fluff fic, i yearn for washing clothes together

im just gonna tag freakymi: @hy-acnth

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SNS' Mindscape as a Heterotopia Part 2

I posit Naruto and Sasuke’s shared mindscape as a heteropia: a countersite that simultaneously represented, contested, and inverted other sites that could be found within their culture.

I've already discussed 2 of the 6 principles [here].

The third principle of heteropias is their ability to juxtapose in one place several sites that are in themselves incompatible. In this vein, I draw upon Elizabeth Grosz's work to describe Naruto and Sasuke's bodies as sites of "psychical and social inscription."

So just what were some of these fundamental inscriptions that rendered Naruto's and Sasuke's bodies and existences incompatible?

First and foremost, Naruto's and Sasuke's names. Naruto's name was an heirloom, a symbol of the shinobi way he inherited from his master Jiraiya. It represented endurance and the will to never give up — a will of fire, which was further narratively linked to Ashura and his spiritual descendants.

While Sasuke was named after Hiruzen, what was of more import was his family name: Uchiha. It marked him as a member of a genocided clan and, consequently, the purported inheritor of a legacy of hate, a fate ascribed to Indra's spiritual descendants. (I take issue with Kishimoto's narrative framing of this situation, but that's for another post). So on a spiritual level Naruto and Sasuke bore the brunt of a curse born from hate and malice. Fate all but dictated that they were doomed to feel enmity towards each other and made their coexistence incompatible.

Sasuke was also socially and psychically encoded as an avenger, someone meant to bear the burden of killing his brother and thus restore his clan's honor. But this inscription came with the attendant requirement of killing his closest friend, Naruto, in order to gain the mangekyō required to face and defeat Itachi.

However, Sasuke ultimately refused his brother's imperative, choosing to follow his heart, by keeping Naruto alive, and find his own pathway to power. In other words, Naruto’s existence conflicted with Sasuke's very essence and made their coexistence impossible. Yet their shared mindscape facilitated the communication between the two beings whose identities contradicted each other.

The most significant socially coded meanings inscripted upon Naruto and Sasuke, respectively, were those of jinchuriki and sharingan wielder, subjecting them to lives characterized by exclusion and objectification (particularly instrumentalization). Because jinchurikis and people with kekkei genkais were capable of manifesting great power, they weren't regarded as "ends in themselves"; they were seen and treated as nothing more than vessels meant to further the aims and goals of others. But what's most interesting are the specific implications of Naruto's and Sasuke's marginalized identities with regard to their positionality towards each other. Sharingan weilders, whose bodies were routinely controlled and regulated by others, were themselves capable of subduing and controlling the nine tails, and they often (insofar as they were given prominence in the narrative) weaponized this ability in reaction to village subjugation. Given that the nine tails was routinely sealed inside jinchuriki as a means of protecting the balance of power, controlling the nine tails often entailed subjugating jinchuriki first. The ramifications of this were seen in the final battle where Sasuke, who primarily needed to kill Naruto to experience the most frightening feeling of being alone, had to fight Naruto in order to kill the tailed beasts.

Narratively, the VOTE 2 clash was the only logical endpoint of their relationship given their identities and differing political goals. And yet, in the midst of their fighting, their shared mindscape allowed them a few moments of respite from the fighting that seemingly promised to only end with either one or both dead.

The fourth principle of heteropias is their synchronization with heterochronies, or slices of time that diverge from traditional time.

Naruto and Sasuke's mindscape encapsulates the notion of the "specious present," which is characterized by two elements: duration and mixed ordering.

Duration, or "changeless change," refers to the subjective essential nature of time as a continuous flow, in contradistinction to time as an objective phenomenon composed of discrete and measurable quantities. Naruto and Sasuke's mindscape allowed them to have lengthy discussions that happened in the blink of an eye from an objective standpoint. Even when experiencing moments of discord, they operated on a shared frequency that outsiders weren't privy to.

The second dimension of the "specious present," mixed ordering, refers to the coalescence of elements from the past and the future during the temporal stretch that constitutes the "present." Naruto and Sasuke's discussions in their mindscape didn't merely consist of their immediate feelings in the now. One of the most significant elements in their communication channel, their shared fantasy of making the reconciliation symbol as children, simultaneously served as a peek at the past desire that clung to their hearts as well as a portentous omen of what was to come, a reference to a future where their childhood attachment to each other became embodied via their detached arms.

The penultimate principle of heterotopias refers to their accessibility: they are at once isolating and penetrable. In order for Naruto and Sasuke to meet, they were required to connect their chakras through the exchange of their fists and have open hearts. It was theoretically possible for any other living being to enter their shared mindscape by virtue of having chakra; however, entrance to their heterotopia presupposed a level of strength and relational harmony/intimacy with Naruto and Sasuke that outsiders simply didn't possess. The narrative repeatedly emphasized the fact that their battles were personal affairs no one else had the permission to intrude upon, and this concept certainly extended to their mindscape.

The final principle of heteropias concerns their function in relation to every other space.

Naruto and Sasuke’s mindscape was a heterotopia of illusion, one that exposed the farce of ninja society. Ninjas received rigorous discipline and conditioning in order to disengage from emotions that didn't serve their villages; however, love and the desire to connect are as essential as the very chakra that every human being in the Naruto world possesses. That's why even in battle, the very thing that was posited as the antithesis of connection, Naruto and Sasuke's hearts were able to merge and align. The purported boundary between ninjutsu and ninshu blurred in their fights as they eschewed the social inscriptions that rendered them incompatible and communicated their vulnerabilities. As stated earlier, if even the most disciplined and powerful of ninjas were unable to detach from their humanity, what hope would there have been for the others? Kishimoto used Naruto and Sasuke's mindscape to undermine the paradigms established by ninja society and pave the way for a new shinobi principle: there are no true enemies as long as one can share the pain inside another's heart. While not everyone was able to commune the way Naruto and Sasuke could, it was the task of shinobi to endure until it could come to be.

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tomodachi tough life

[hy-acnth]

Anyone know the title of this fic? T_T

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Of Skies And Stars

Have a modern (very slightly yandere?) 1.3k+ Phainon x reader fic because I am VERY not okay.

Warnings: some violence at the beginning (not to you from Phainon or you to him) otherwise mostly fluff, PDA. Slight added Guns n roses (Argenti x Boothill because I can

Touchy. That’s what he is- touchy. Yet you’ve grown used to it over the past few years you’ve been friends. If anything, it seems to have increased more and more. Almost like the two of you are together. Which you wouldn’t mind but like hell you’re going to ruin such a good friendship over the awkwardness of him not accepting.

Even now he’s being a bit touchy. Practically glued right to your side. But you can’t blame him after that one night 3 men tried to violently rob both of you. You were too far from him at the time and they took a blade to you.

The angry war cry he let out that night when he charged towards the one with a knife will never be forgotten. Or how after he beat all 3 rather badly. It was kinda… hot actually. Not like you could ever tell him that. That wild, almost feral look in his eyes sparked a special feeling you try not to dwell on.

Thankfully since you and him had a few nicks and surprisingly there was a motion sensitive camera in front of the house it happened, you both got away Scot-free. Well, except for him needing the hospital from the knife pretty deeply slicing into his arm.

So honestly why wouldn’t he be more cautious? It’s kinda nice.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours, making him stiffen for a second. Holding hands is surprisingly the only boundary he refuses to try doing.

A devious little idea comes in your head. What if you're the one push that boundary a little? Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for?

You wait for his hand to get close again and stealthily grab his hand. Looking at him, he seems to short-circuit. His face immediately grows a bit of a blush, but he recovers quickly and gently grips your hand back. His hands slightly callused from the training he's been doing, hoping to keep you safe.

He wont let that happen again. The deep scar right above his hand holding yours. He carries that scar as a badge of honor.

“Aw, so you finally can feel safe enough to hold my hand?”

The blush is still there, but instead of a more usual small smirk when he teases, it’s a giant, dopey grin.

You tilt your head. “hmm, nope. I’ve wanted to for a while actually. Was just wondering if you ever would. Were you saving it for me to do first?”

He gets a teasing light that shines in his bright, gorgeous blue eyes. “Well I can’t be the only one to have all the fun! I was starting to think you were annoyed by me~”

You can’t help but smile at that. No way you ever could. Even on bad days it’s like a breath of fresh air with him even just being around. “Ha! Me, annoyed by you? Not even in your dreams!”

His eyes darken for a second before he laughs it off. “Nah, that wouldn’t be in my dreams. That would be in my nightmares!”

You smile fondly at him. “Oh yeah? Bet my nightmare would be worse.”

He gives you a quizzical look. “A penny for your thoughts, then?”

“My nightmare would be never seeing you again.”

His grip instantly tightens a little. As to comfort you or him you’re not sure. Maybe even both. “I’ll never let that happen,” his tone jumped to being deadly serious. More than you think you’ve ever heard. Then he smirks. “you’re stuck with me! Even if it somehow were to happen, I’m coming back as a ghost and haunting you.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh really? Well, then I might just have to threaten the same.”

“I-”

Before he could say anything else, a voice off in the distance calls your name.

You look towards who called it to see none other than Argenti. An old high school friend of yours. He was always a bit… much in a way, but was still pretty popular, especially with the girls. Oddly enough not even in the dating type of way. He was always “one of the girls”, keeping their spirits and body images up. After high school you both just drifted apart, but still friends.

As he gets closer, Phainon removes his hand from yours, and wraps an arm behind your back, pulling you closer. Your heart jumps to your throat. Man, you want to kiss Phainon so bad.

Argenti gets close enough and doesn’t seem to mind at all the forced smile Phainon was giving him. You know both well enough that Argenti can read Phainon like a book, knowing he’s not harming you and Phainon’s smile isn’t as big as his natural one is. He was always good at knowing a person by first glance if they’re “beautiful”. You never got how he does it but he was never wrong. “It’s so nice to see you’re doing well!”

You smile at him. “Yeah! Heard you’re doing pretty well too. Aren’t you working with someone to make proper beauty projects? Heard the few that are out do wonders.”

“Of course! Everyone should be proud of who they are. I just wish to help them achieve that full beauty they wish for,” He looks over and locks eyes with Phainon. “and who might this man be with you who has a magnificent fire in his eyes?”

That seems to take Phainon back for a second. “I’m their boyfriend-” he stops mid sentence, his eyes widening in horror like he just made a huge mistake. His head turns to you, awaiting your response.

That was an extreme shock to you, but you’re beyond elated about it. You put your arm behind him as well with a smirk on your face. “Yep! Have been for a good month already. Sorry I never told you.”

Argenti doesn’t even have a shocked expression. If anything, it shows he’s glad. “Well, it’s never too late to know. So glad you could find the one.”

Phainon definitely is the one. You’re sure of it.

“Hurry up will ya!? I ain’t waiting for you all day!” Yells a familiar voice.

You give Argenti the BIGGEST smirk of your life, knowing who he’s with.

“It seems I’m not the only one with a special someone, am I?”

“You would be correct. Unfortunately I have to cut our talk short, but I do so hope to see you again, my dear friend.” He turns to leave.

Despite it being harmless and obviously platonic, you still feel Phainon twitch a tad.

Once He’s far enough away, Phainon lets you go, and fully stands in front of you. Oh, so now he’s a bit shy?

“L-look! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to slip but I mean it wholeheartedly! I really, truly love you and want to be with yo-” He doesn’t get to finish before you yank his shirt so his face is at kissable level and put your lips on his. Before he could react, you pull away, cupping your hands to his face. “My sky”.

If a man could turn into a real puddle, he’s the closest one that could ever get to it. Yet there’s also a little spark of confusion. “Your Sky?”

You move your thumbs to rub his cheeks a little. A fond warmth enveloping through your chest, almost feeling like a tight, comforting hug. “Because you’re as bright, as blue, and as free as it. Looking at you gives me the same happiness as looking up at a bright, sunny day. So bright, you even feel like how the sun kisses my skin.”

The absolute love-struck expression almost made his eyes shine brighter than the sun. He would fight the sun itself if he could always be kissing you instead.

He puts his hands over yours, afraid you’d let go of his face at the moment, gazing back at you with those hypnotic, bright blue eyes. “Then you must be my starlight. You’re as beautiful as a clear night sky and always there for me, even if I can’t see it. How you light up the vast space to guide my way. How I’d be completely, utterly lost without you.”

He leans in for another kiss, of which you gladly accept. It was so soft and tender, yet filled beyond the brim with all the words that don’t need to be spoken.

The light breeze on the nice summer’s day almost feels like it sighs in relief and celebration for the two of you. At last, you’re together.

[asce-of-hearts]

Hello! May I offer a Yan!Phainon request with prompts 🦴 Love me. Only me. 🦡 They will never love you like I do.?

Selfish

Contents: Yandere!Phainon with prompts: 🦴🦡

more Phainon content here

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, MANIPULATION IF YOU SQUINT, PHAINON BEING A LITTLE WEIRD AND OFFPUTTING BUT ITS BECAUSE HE IS SO IN LOVE AND ITS KINDA ENDEARING TRUST ME GUYS TRUST ME.

Self control is a tricky thing.

When one has a mask as well built and practiced as Phainon's, it becomes difficult to exist outside of it. When genuine emotions come at play, it feels strange and overbearing. Phainon is sure that his love for you isn't a part of his mask, something he has to force upon himself. It's easy when feelings are positive. Joy, cheerfulness, resilience, love. Those are all things that he can convey, that he can process and that he can enjoy.

And then comes the hard part.

Jealosy, possessiveness, anger. Those things make Phainon feel like he's rotting from the inside out.

The thought of loosing you already feels like it drives him insane. His smile becoming a tad more forced every single time another man comes within centimeters of your presence. You are a privilege, a gift, and he is merely the lucky sword that gets to bask in your radiance and protect your smile. Others just don't seem to comprehend it, that you are nothing short of divine, that you don't deserve less than being worshipped and revered.

"___," He says with that warm smile of his as he takes your hands in his own. "You know... I'm so lucky to have you."

"And I'm lucky to have you too, Phainon." You say, eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile widens. You feel unsettled by the sudden shift in energy.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," He chuckles. "My love, do you... do you even understand the extent of my feelings for you?" His grip on your hands tightens. "I don't think there is anybody in this world who treasures you more than me," You tilt your head in confusion, another chuckle leaves his lips. His hands free your own and one of them finds the small of your back. He guides you until you can look at the pavillion, at all the little people walking and talking. Faces familiar and not familiar. His thumb rubs soothing circles over your skin as his arm circles your shoulders, pressing you closer to him. "Those people under us... walking, talking, laughing. You may share joys and tears with them, I will grant you that, but never love." His voice grows colder. "They will never love you like I do."

You don't know what to say, only frozen in place as his words hang around the air. Echoing in the empty halls. You slowly nod.

"Of course," You whisper, complacent. Phainon likes that, a dark part of himself relishes in when you display submission. But he would never admit it out loud. "I would never love them like I love you either." He squeezes your shoulders reassuringly, bending down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love me. Only me. I will always ask you for that, ___. My only, most selfish desire is your love," He murmurs against your hair. "I don't think I could stand the thought of sharing you without going mad."

Hope you enjoyed this!!! First time writing for Phainon, I hope I did him justice. I think he is very hard to completely grasp as a yandere because he comes off as a person that is so genuinely charming and nice. I'll try to play around that more in future requests sent for him.

Have a great day/night.

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❝ fanfiction.[you].net ❞

Premise : Picture a parallel universe where all your blorbos are the ones expressing their profound yearning for you (yes, YOU) through the sacred arts of fanfics, fanarts and exchanging kudos. Perhaps you're a celebrity, perhaps you're just an ordinary person charming enough to have an entire fandom behind you or, you're the fictional character in this universe instead. Let's dive into this website, shall we?

Characters : Phainon, Scaramouche, Mydei, Sunday, Gepard, Venti, Dr. Ratio, Alhaitham, Albedo, Aventurine, Childe, Dan Heng, Anaxa, Argenti, Ayato, Jing Yuan, Flins, Neuvillette, Zhongli (for now).

Note : So uh, I typed this down with almost zero critical thinking and 100% whimsy within one hour. Character selection is random, too. Please excuse any unintentional errors <3

— THE WRITERS AND ARTISTS

Phainon has an erratic writing pattern, no one can guess what this guy will whip up in his next post. One moment he's weaving gourmet in text-form about an emotion-packed forbidden love story between knight and monarch and the next he's posted some unedited word vomit with a witty ‘no beta we die like ___’ tag. That, or it's his stick figure comics against the world. Everyone thinks he's mad funny though, so the readers forgive him.

Scaramouche who started as a HATER. What do you mean people are so obsessed with one person that they've made a digital shrine of fanfics and fanarts for them? He's going to do a thorough research on you... for the sake of ethically sourced hate of course. One thing leads to another, his ‘research’ spirals and all you need to know is that he's a diehard [Name] simp now — not that he'd admit it.

Mydei who, in great contrast to his usual self, writes some very cutesy stuff. “What if you two turned into chimeras for a day” stuff like that. He's mostly known for his chibi drawings though. Very escapism-from-a-burdened-life themed, if you want to psychoanalyze, that is.

Sunday who just can't cross the boundary of writing gentlemanly hand-kisses and heartfelt hugs in terms of physical affection, even though he's probably read hardcore smut by someone else. And even when he's writing about kissing your hand, he's squirming in his seat, wings restless enough for him to start taking flight or something. His characterization tends to be very thoughtful though so the readers don't care.

One of the very first dwellers of the website, Gepard's... unique drawings fed many people back in the days and are still remembered fondly to this date. Nowadays, he isn't as active as he used to be though.

Venti's blog is dedicated to poetry about you, everyone is low-key jealous of his rhyming skills. He's also one of the more active people, sharing others' works regularly without fail.

Dr. Ratio who becomes SICK of the amount of mischaracterization floating around about you in the fanfics and the burn from the majority of the fics not meeting his standards, so, he starts writing fanfics catering to his specific needs himself.

Alhaitham who posted like two or three 10k something word-count fics and then dipped because he lost motivation. The readers are still in mourning, because he left them on a devasting cliff-hanger. Kaveh, Cyno and Sethos have made a ‘Day X until @/vulturevolans posts’ chain in the comments. They just don't know it's Alhaitham who's the writer.

Albedo is that artist whose works you'd think would be hung on museum walls, yet, he's here posting jaw-dropping art with you as the muse. His ‘character study’ series of sketches about you is noted to be... very brainrot-worthy, let's say.

— MISC. INHABITANTS

Aventurine is the famous ‘commissioner’ guy who drops by people's inboxes with hilarious memes seeking fic or art, or just to appreciate the existing works. You can bet he's commissioned something out of every writer and artist on this site.

Childe is another commissioner. He'd most likely commission Phainon though because he knows Phainon can whip up a good flirting-through-sparring oneshot with accuracy ensured about how a sword works and all. They say Varka of Mondstadt has this fic printed and binded like a book.

Don't tell the Trailblazer and March 7th, but Dan Heng is one of the admins who manage the site. He knows every work posted here like the back of his hand. He may or may not know about the true identities of everyone who has an account on this website.

— NOTABLE READERS

Anaxa who gets exposed as a fanfic reader in class after he accidentally comments, ‘‘This looks like something that you'd find in fanfiction.[you].net.’’ while grading a few students' (read: Phainon and Castorice) essays. He got back at them with the threat of ‘If the next fic doesn't meet my standards, I'm failing you.’ though. So, no worries.

Argenti who's known as the ‘long comment guy’. He leaves whole paragraphs of praises with sparkly rosy emojis under every work on the site, without exception. It's kind of an honor to receive his comments.

Ayato, Jing Yuan, Flins, Neuvillette and Zhongli aren't really part of the dramatic crew. They tend to savour the works from a distance. They don't even have to commission the writers here, the sincere compliments and ideas they share are enough to keep the facilitation of brainrot smooth.