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#actually the best character

lgbtlunaverse · 6 months

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One thing i've run up against when dealing with fandom and characters making less than ideal choices is that people seem to treat a character's decision being sympathetic, the decision being understandable, the decision being reasonable, and it being objectively the best solution for the situation, as synonymous. When those are 4 very different things.

#fandom #complaining and whining about fandom #'oh x didn't make any sense' and it's a character working with incomplete information #or in a super high stress situation having to act quickly #or a deeply traumatized character making a choice that even for their situation makes no sense but they couldn't help it #and sometimes it actually is the best solution and still not sympathetic because it betrays someone close to them for the greater good!#all of these things can be true!

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daemonishy · 3 months

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labru is like “what if i was really good at reading social situations and i understand the body language and motivations of almost everybody i meet except YOU, because you LOVE MONSTERS and you’ve got no interest in people and i DONT understand you and that TERRIFIES me to the point where i regularly think about k*lling you . but i won’t do it because deep down i’m kinda obsessed with you and i want to know you and i want to know how you see the world so different from me . which is even scarier. let me stand by your side please i can be useful.” and i was meant to what? go on with my life normally after that?

#laois touden #kabru dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #they’re insane actually #actually some of the best character writing i’ve seen in such a long time #labru #dae talks

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artingstarvist · 2 months

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Building on my Xie Lian is basically bugs bunny post, more evidence of him being essentially a trickster god. Feel free to add more.

His communication array password is a prank/trick

He regularly serves food he knows will poison his Friends and Guests. Essentially serving up laxatives, if you will.

Just the fact that he is a god pretending to be his own priest honestly

Pretending he doesn't recognize Nan Feng/Fu Yao and then talking shit about them to their face

Doing the same fucking thing to Hua Cheng when he's pretending to be Lang Ying (less shit talking, but he does mess with him).

Acting all Serious like he's gonna fight LQQ and then just tripping him with Ruoye lol

The I AM GOD flying meatball incident

Dressing up as a lady bugs bunny style so he can hide.

And dressing up as both a bride and a pregnant woman to lure two different ghosts also lol

Tormenting the Venerable of Empty Words (kind of a 'I'm not trapped with you, you're trapped with me' thing)

He's the only one who can actually rile up Qi Rong

Pretending to be HC's puppet to hide among the ghosts

I just love that because he avoids fighting unless he has to, his solution is usually to dress up and lie all the time. No wonder Hua Cheng is in love he's honestly so funny.

#tgcf #xie lian #heaven official's blessing #xie lian is actually a good actor/liar #and its cause he's got such an honest face #this is one of those stories where the main character really is the best to me #text

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cak31ssuperi04 · 6 days

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"Basically what happens is, Grace and Max are right about to win. They're right about to do it. And then, there's a groaning. In the floorboards. Suddenly, the staircase gives out beneath Grace and Max, and they fall through the floors. They fall stories. Pieces of wood shove through their chests, and they both are killed." "But keep this in mind, nothing truly dies in the Waylon house. Grace and Max become ghosts, and they're off doing whatever, but they're no longer involved in the tournament."

So.. that Pit Stop in Hatchetfield tag team deathmatch huh.

#hand in unlovable hand #Pulling pledges last-second to affect the results is FOUL but this was the best possible outcome for them actually.#relative to the death tournament where every other character dies a horrible death anyways #but more importantly. to my entertainment. They win even when they lose.#Terrible for hatchetfield though. Just one of them was enough to be World Ending Cataclysm levels disastrous #and now there's two of them. terrible.#a pit stop in hatchetfield #Ted finally survives a timeline but his friends and family are dead and there are murder ghosts on the loose #nerdy prudes must die #Also tom being the nighthawks coach loredrop. and max being hesitant to fight him #I mean he does anyways but it's the thought that counts right #grace chasity #holyghost #holy ghost #jagertity #max jagerman #starkid #hatchetfield #hatcherverse #cakeart #Coping about lex and ethan though. swept in my heart

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the-amazing-spider-bi · 7 months

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sorry but Jaime Lannister’s characterisation is so funny to me. yes I tried to kill your eight year old but I draw the line at paying people to do my killing for me. you better believe if I want a third grader dead I will do the child murder myself. preferably with a sword so I can look him in the eye while he dies by my blade

#lawful evil ass guy #actually nobody did lawful evil like him #pre character development I guess #jaime lannister #asoiaf #acok #Léa reads asoiaf #Léa talks #got #something something that post that’s like Jaime lannister would be anti gun but for unhinged reasons. like if you want someone dead you #should be able to best him in combat without a coward’s weapon

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greenglowinspooks · 1 month

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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)

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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.

Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.

Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.

He seemed like just an ordinary person.

Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.

The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.

After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.

Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.

Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.

“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”

The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.

For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.

“You know,” Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”

The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.

(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)

“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”

He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.

“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”

He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.

“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”

“Fuck you, you—”

The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.

He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.

This was wrong. This was wrong.

Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?

“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”

The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.

“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.

“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.

“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”

He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.

“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.

Scarecrow turned to look at him.

Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.

Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.

“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”

Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.

“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”

“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”

“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”

Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.

He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.

What was there left to say?

“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”

“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”

Scarecrow hummed.

They were both silent for a moment.

His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.

“I would love an alternative. But…”

He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.

“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.

“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”

There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.

“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”

Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.

He sat outside for quite a while.

He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.

He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.

“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.

“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”

Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.

He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?

Was there a chance that he was?

Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.

“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.

“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”

He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.

After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Danny was quiet.

“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #this kinda shit is how the fic got its name btw.#like yeah obviously it’s also in reference to the contrast between crane and danny’s actual parents #but it’s also about doing what you need to survive vs what is best for the people dependent on you #tshirt that says I love moral quandaries I love when no matter what you do you lose I love torturing characters #Scarecrow: why isn’t torturing everyone who wronged you healing this child. it worked for ME #meanwhile Danny is undergoing the torment nexus #and red hood is doing some doomguy shit #getting swarmed by GiW agents bc he’s one of the only ones showing up on the radar #Tucker voice Wow Mr red hood this is kinda fucked up. can I use the bat computer to hack the pentagon btw

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kwillow · 4 months

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As an eligible young noble of no small fame, Ambroys had a number of arranged courtships and suitresses in his youth, but any nascent marriages always fell through.

It's not that he didn't try; he certainly knew how to court a lady (perhaps too well, according to many fathers and husbands), and when he lacked knowledge on the affairs of womens' hearts, he sought counsel from a young woman who was a dear friend of his (perhaps too much counsel, according to his own father). Nonetheless, all he garnered for his efforts was separation after separation.

Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.

#been working on this for a while... was just struck by the fact that I don't have much showing Ambroys' character in his “normal” “everyday”#so I wanted to do something “short” and “quick” to try to highlight some of his... quirks #and to contrast the loverman persona I think he's garnered #like yeah he's good at romance but also he's so fucking bad at it #just like he's good and bad at everything to do with interacting with people really #no matter how well you mimic dance steps it doesn't count for much when you don't know what the music is #or something like that...#also wanted to draw Lou (the goat) his girl best friend (with benefits)#who is actually quite important to him and his history but who I haven't drawn actually speaking or having a face yet #comics #my draws #amaranthine #ambroys #anthro #fantasy #unicorn #etc

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nothing-real-here · 4 months

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ohhhh my friend gave me art with my RT and Marazhai as a gift 🥺

It's because I talk about him too much. I think I've accidentally "sold" the game to 5-6 strangers and my friends because I talk about Marzipan too much and constantly post videos on youtube that people usually comment on like this:

After finishing the game I can say that Mara:

Is well written with lore knowledge in mind

he doesn't have a redemption arc (BLESS OWLCAT).

he has an amazing VA. this is not empty praise, people unfamiliar with the character go crazy for the voice. it's real. especially when you don't expect it.

his romance is a logical conclusion and it's a completely adult story that doesn't indulge the player's desires

My biggest sin is that if I like something, I talk about it forever. I just can't shut up. But look I got art for it! That's the first time something good has happened because of it.

#Marazhai Aezyrraesh #Rogue Trader #Marazhai #Warhammer 40000: Rogue Trader #Warhammer 40000 #I was hoping that after Camellia we'd have some male characters #drukhari #actually the best romance in 2023 #yeah I've played bg3 and I still think owlcat did a better job with romances #где мой процент за продажи совокоты? хаха/шучу

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