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mollysfoundfamily · 3 years

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What are the epithet erased folks like when they're drunked?

Oh ho ho ho this is going to be fun! ( alcohol and drunk Tigger warning though)

Molly: No. No. No. No. no alcohol for the baby. EVER! Percy doesn’t even anything that even looks like it get close to her and her young still forming brain!! the others have kind of an unspoken rule about it to. SHES. JUST. TOO. PURE.

she hasn’t told them that her dad used to let her drink pumpkin spice beer at thanksgiving yet.

Sylvie: Don’t tell percy but Sylvie drinks wine the most respectable and classy of all adult beverages when he’s at office parties. The others are reluctant to let a 15 year old do it but he insists he‘s more then responsible enough. It’s purely to study the complex flavors anyway (he’ll never admit it but they all taste like expired cough syrup to him) not to get totally inebriated for the sake of it.... that part happened on accident. It only takes about one glass to do it and He goes into beef beef sheep mode but as a drunken out loud ramble. He comes up with alot of “ground braking theories“ when he gets like this too. He was once convinced that motion wasn’t real it‘s just an illusion our brains cook up to help us cope with our frozen world!!! He’ll just keep rambling and hiccuping for hours every once and a while admitting something very very embarrassing like How he doesn’t know what half the big words he uses mean or that his coffee is actually just chocolate milk until he eventually passes out on top of a pile of very tipsy sheep sucking his thumb.... which is usually fallowed by a visit from a very very glitchy beefton Who has fish fins for some reason because drunk dreams apparently aren’t as stable as regular dreams.

Giovanni: Gio doesn’t even really like alcohol (mostly because of Debby) but sneaks into bars every now and then because underage drinking is a major crime!! He can’t stomach anything unless it’s drowned in sweet strawberry staved ice or a million different juices and of course a tiny umbrella and it only takes one of those to get him waisted... His whole face flushes totally red even his ears! He’s somehow even louder and more obnoxious then usual! Dancing on tables swinging form ceiling fans yelling at strangers who don’t tip or harass The bar tenders and getting into fist fights with them which he usually loses (making out with crusher that one time) his few inhibitions completely out the window along with the Bar‘s jukebox.... it’s the only time he’s ever committed any kind of real crimes. Then on the second on he just Starts maniacally laughing and crying at the same time. Its actually pretty scary to witness so thank goodness Bear trap ain’t around. Until It eventually just becomes crying about all the mean stuff he did and how great it is but how it’s awful too and how he doesn’t wanna be mean but you have to be mean to be a bad guy so does that mean he doesn’t wanna be a bad guy? and really feels like he should have taken that four year baseball scholarship to the city’s top medical College!!

Mera: She’s a little harder to get waisted mostly Because she has to be really careful not to brake the fancy glasses her drinks come in. When she does it only makes her get more grumpy and makes her start scream ranting about how terrible life is and how terrible people are and just how much everything and everyone sucks all the time... expect for Indus

her affection for him is turned up a hundred fold she’ll throw herself on top of him and nuzzle into him like a kitty squeezing his muscles! She’ll ramble on about how he’s the handsomest sweetest person in the history of ever and how she doesn’t deserve him and just wants to kiss his big dumb face and from there it trails off into.... pg 13 territory untill she passes out and a very red faced indus has to carry her home.

Indus: Indus is also pretty hard to get drunk since he’s so huge it’s only ever happened once. It was from one to many of those wooden pints of ale at this theme bar because of course it was. Everyone there thought he was an actor or something and kept asking for selfies because he kept singing broken warrior drinking ballets and challenging people to drinking contests which only made things worse. After winning about 5 he couldn’t say too words without braking into giggle fit or hiccuping his head off. It would have been kinda cute if he hadn’t also lost all motor control, completely forgot how strong he was and smashed almost everything and everyone he came in contact with. He hugged about 7 people into the hospital, smashed a hole on the bar. and then tried to fight a forklift. But he probably would have done that last one anyway.

Percy: (aka the one you’re all waiting for) Has only ever taken a drink once in her life. Ramsey thought Champagne would be a good way to celebrate after closing a big case together... he has never regretted anything so much. She took one sip and she was immediately completely intoxicated a Drunken delinquent unable to control her own actions or the already rapidly forming addition she was suffering from. But she would work as hard as she could to get sober and decided to check herself into the nearest rehab center. He tried to stop her but she was determined to go strait there but she wouldn’t allow herself to operate a motor vehicle under such conditions so she decided to walk there right through the middle of heavy traffic. Once again totally unable to control her rash decisions. He eventually got her to come back thankfully without getting hit. Only for her to run straight into a stop sign. She got back up again immediately and acted like nothing was wrong even though blood was pooring out of her swelled up nose! He tried to take her to the hospital but she insisted on staying to defend her honor again the offending sign as irrational displays of strength was a common drunken activity. But electrocuting it was probably not the best idea since it sort of acted as a lightning rod and fired the underground wires the ran underneath it blacking out the next 5 city blocks. The video of the whole thing when viral and Percy uses as an example of the dangers of alcohol For the kids.

Ramsey: The man can afford freaking gold laced Champagne but chooses box rosé in the basement watching Adam Sandler movies like the king he is.

But somehow with out fail he will always always always wake up the next morning in the master sweet of a yacht he just bought with a bunch of passed out strangers half of which are furries in a giant pile of money totally unable to move his face because of the back ally Botox he got done. wearing nothing but his boxers, gold chains with a little gold rats on them, and solid gold crocks still holding that box of rosé....

Zora: We’ve done drunk Zora art here before she’s pretty much exactly what you would expect downing whisky and beer left and right just to see how far she can go!! Her competitiveness goes through the roof and she’s challenging anyone to anything darts, arm wrestle, poole, russian roulette, jump rope, anything she was one of the said people Indus got into a drinking contest with and the only one he lost too! She really isn’t that much different then her usual self since she drinks pretty regularly and has the highest tolerance out of everyone.

extra because I had too!!

Howie: It seems like its impossible to get him drunk. His worker bees get him to try and loosen up a little because like it or not he needs it. But he’s already downed 10 giant beers and seems totally the same.... until he gets a call about a new job gets up and walks right through the wall of the bar leaving a Howie shaped hole behind him.

#epithet erased #Epithet Erased Headcannon #Headcannon #Found Fam #Alcohol Trigger warning #molly blyndeff #giovanni potage #sylvester ashling #mera salamin #indus tarbella #percival king #ramsey murdoch #zora salazar #howie honeyglow

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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AYO can u give me a rundown of the epithet erased au? former EE fan here and my god im wilding cuz of all this shit /pos

The Epithet Erased au takes place in the SMP server really. The difference is that L’Manberg isn’t found and everyone who joined the server later in time now is just a person who lives there at first.

Also, there are some cities with people but it’s more of like towns. Think of Villagers but if they weren’t just copy-pasted people who are sort of bald.

Dream in this one is not a shitty and is actually more of an Anti-Hero in this. So he does crime but it’s more of like crime of stealing stuff from the museum and trying to avoid the law. He is also a mundie in this but no one knows that.

Tommy is also a mundie (at first) and actually met Dream by trying to fight him after learning that he is a criminal and he wanted to prove that he was a Big Man. He loses of course and now goes and tags along with Dream to learn how to fight without an Epithet like him and more.

We get Older Brother Dream in this. Tommy and Dream’s relationship in this is like Molly and Giovanni’s relationship in this. Except now, Tommy is a bit more of a gremlin and Dream is desperately trying to teach him and at the same time keep him safe from everything.

Tubbo is Inscribed and has the Epithet “Pawn” which is super powerful but no one knows that and Tubbo would like to keep it that way. He’s basically the third class of the Epithet Power so do not mess with him.

Ranboo is also Inscribed and has the Epithet “Forget”. This is a two-sided sword and most of the time it affects him instead of affecting others. So now he has a bad memory and may have went and gotten manipulated to go make other people forget memories and such. Hahahaha. Pain.

Anyways, onto plot. Egg is still a huge problem here and it’s been going down a bloodline for generations. Specifically Techno’s but he can care less about this dumb egg. So it instead goes for the Badlands and uh...people start to worship the egg and would you look at that, they’re an actual threat now. Shit.

#dream smp #dream smp au #epithet erased au #dream #dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #ask

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7official7moose7 · 3 years

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PSA: I am online at random and I post at random so if I don't respond I don't hate you!! I'm simply taking me time lmao

Please don't use my pfp as your pfp without asking thanks love ya

Anyways here's a non-professional introduction that no one asked for :)

You can call me Bee/Moose (tags with 'bee's ___' will be my personal tags)

I am panromantic and genderfluid (if you'd like to know my pronouns at any time feel free to ask!!)

I am a Taurus 👍🏼

I'll vibe to just about any type of music unless it's country (certain country songs are alright though) or very filthy rap music (if it's not that bad then I might like it??? Idk)

Fandoms I'm in/used to be in: Supernatural, The owl house, octonauts, Transformers Rescue Bots, Bluey, The Lego Movie, The Last Kids On Earth, Wild Kratts, ENCANTO, Epithet Erased, Detroit: Become Human, Over the Garden Wall, The Wizard of Oz, DHMIS, Hilda, Carmen Sandiego, Good Omens, Harlan Coben's Shelter (tv show), wander over yonder, undertale, Big hero 6, SPOP, Zootopia, Glitch Techs, Longmire, camp camp, subway surfers, criminal minds, mcu, Pixar cars/planes, others to be listed when I remember lol

Note: just because I used to be in that fandom doesn't mean I don't want to talk about them!! If you like undertale for instance, don't be afraid to talk to me about undertale!!!

I do a lot of art (oc art, fan art, etc.)

Commissions are currently on hiatus!!!!

Spam like/reblogs are totally ok!! Stalk my page if you like but just don't be creepy abt it

Whatever you do please do NOT look at my old posts or I'll cry because they were literally so. fucking. cringe. Omg

I write sometimes and I have an ao3 acc 👁

Asks are always open!!

#hasca hasca #bee speaks

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the-radio-hosts · 3 years

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System list triggers yknow that stuff

other blog: @drpepphateblog

thats the hosts gender blog bc it be like that

warning: we don’t tag all caps, if that triggers you feel free to leave. /positive/

Triggers:

fire (sometimes only when molly is at the front but i’d tag it anyway)

police brutality

anything having to do with the state of the world p much.

SYSCOURCE. tag. all. syscourse. just tag it please. (system discourse)

catchall tag is: radio don’t play

uncomfy stuffs:

the band lovejoy. we have nothing against the band and we give wilbur his best luck as his career in music continues and as he continues to gain the popularity he deserves, the band itself jumakes us uneasy for some reason. we don’t know why, bc we have nothing against it, but it just does. please respect this. by respecting our uncomfortableness of the band you will not: tag us in any music or art. you will not talk about it. thank you. again: we have nothing against the band, it just makes us uncomfortable for reasons we don’t know.

system list:

Reggie: host, minor, ages with the body. xe/xem, soda/sodas/soda self. tag: host talks (i change my name a lot-)

sylvie: epithet erased fictive, just hangs, don’t call them sylvester. questioning so they/them.

molly: epithet erased fictive, tag her in any bear pics, she/her.

giovanni: you guessed it, epithet erased fictive. he/him. block his tag if all caps trigger you.

13: they/them. replaces es with 3s.

phill: Philza fictive. 30 yo. we laugh at him cus he’s british. dad of the system. he/him

ghostbur: friend always confronts now so yay! likes to !!! a lot. 18 yo. he/they,lamb. fictive. just found out he’s in a system so be nice.

d1no: little. 7 yo. scene kid. likes bright colors. he/him.

addie: LOL GOTH. that one edgy 13 yo. she/her

Jeremiah: Angel. litteraly came from heaven. hates when people swear. age unknown. he/him but will use any pronouns.

goop: made of goop. doesn’t front often. p chill. age unknown. any pronouns.

carlos: he/him. gayyyyyyyy married to jermy. terrible fashion sense. 30.

jermy: came before Jeremiah. he/him. will cut you with a knife. he/him. 30.

snapsnap: fuck fuck fuck fuck- help him pls. fictive. doesn’t want to be here. we like to call him snapneck. 20. he/him.

dave strider: fictive. chill dude. responsable for our apple juice cravings. 13. he/him.

karakat: fictive. hates the apple juice cravings. 13. he/him.

Varian: god help them. struggling 24/7. if they are fronting it’s highly recommended to remind us to eat. 15. they/them. fictive.

Theseus: “god is dead! i killed him! god is dead!” she/her. fictive. 19. uses all caps often. don’t mention dream or tubbo. tag: toms talk

friend: fictive. yes they are a sheep. don’t ask. they/she. age unknow.

ranboo: we forgot to add him the first time and he’s salty. he/him. age: 17. fictive

technoblade: another dream smp fictive great. chillest person in the system. he/him. age unknown.

mono: haha another fictive who wouldve known. baby. just baby. he/they. 12

gray: middle! is basically technos adopted son. big theethers. big chomps. (yes techno wrote this. hi.) goes by any pronouns but likes he/him. (i’m not giving out the age cus i’m protective deal with it.)

Wilbur: vilbur fictive. actually p pog. likes old shit. will probs only reblog aesthetic stuff. 23. He/him (tag is vvilbur talks.)

Phantom: another ghostbur fictive great. is p monotone. has adopted a crow from phill’s murder and has now named it henry. fan of sprite. he doesn’t rlly have an age he lost count. doesn’t care about pronouns but you may call him a “he”

Sammy: frustrated and lashes out. often has a mix of emotions and can’t handle them well. doesn’t know pronouns. the only known thing is that they are a prosecutor. please be nice. age: teenish?? still trying to figure out. tag: sammy txt

Hisirdoux: ”ear.” a 919 year old wizard who is practically done with everything. accent boy. calls people fair “lady/sir” pls tell him if you aren’t comfortable he will correct himself :) he/him but he doesn’t care as long as it isn’t she. talk tag: Doux talks

Hades: georgenotfound fictive. imsomnia KING. “whats a pronoun” sleepy. he/him. doesn’t know age. loves mushrooms.

tiny will: another c!wilbur fictive. about 5 or 6 years old, and likes apple sauce! he/him, and please don’t cuss as he is a child. tag: tinyw

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starwritesficsandstuff · 2 years

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Ayyyy here’s the first little bit of the Missing People AU fics! Multiple prologues because I’m a super duper big fan of epithet erased and mr. jello put the concept into my mind and it will be there forever

Children of the Creek - Prologues

#cotc au #Missing People AU #fic update #starry writes #craig of the creek #cotc #craig of the creek fanfic #cotc fanfic

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arrivemedi · 4 years

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Hello! I’m sorry this took so long. Here are some of my Epithet Erased fan characters.

Preface: All of these characters do not live in Sweet Jazz City! They are from a fan-made city in the Desert Country not unlike Santa Fe, New Mexico. It’s relatively close to the Taiga Country.

1) Romero Vasquez, epithet: Bread. A withdrawn but friendly person with a big love for horror (especially zombies), hypothetical zombie-raising, and Italian food. Because of this, he has few friends as he takes forever to warm up to people, and his interests are...well, odd for some people. After accidentally getting roped into a food-based epithet mafia gang by his unknowing biological father, he takes advantage of the gang members as employees for his underground pizza delivery service.

2) Tobio Ortega, epithet: Instinct. An airhead who's almost always daydreaming. Despite this, he has great reflexes and a strong heart to protect people. He believes he's a mundie, but he's actually inscribed, which gives him a strong gut-feeling in dangerous situations and math tests. It's basically his only way of functioning in day-to-day life. He is Romero’s best friend.

3) Cadence Fantasia, epithet: Imprint. Actually, Cadence is dead, and the character you're seeing is the last use of her ability. She was a rising virtuoso but had a terminal illness. Not wanting to let herself be forgotten, she spent the remaining year of her life training her epithet and writing music so she could imprint an image of herself on her beloved piano. The imprint will one day fade away, so until then, she waits for anyone to stop by and learn the piano in her place...

4) That's Captain Bellamy to you. Epithet: Starboard. She's obsessed with the ocean due to a story she heard from her uncle about someone saving him from drowning at sea and the fact that there are wizards under the sea. This would be a wholesome love if she wasn't stupid enough to try to swim out to sea constantly. It's why her parents moved to a certain desert country city(!). She was a Banzai Captain while living in Sweet Jazz City and denied a promotion because she liked the way "Captain" sounded more than "Vice Principal." Unsurprisingly, she forced her minions to wear pirate and sailor gear.

#Epithet Erased #epithet erased oc #ee oc #digital painting #aritists on tumblr #clip studio paint #my characters #my art #Can you tell I tried mixing an alternative art style of mine with Rhea's?#Well it's got mixed results to say the least. I hope you like them regardless.

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linneastarron · 4 years

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epithet erased au

hey gamers!!! today i am here to discuss my epithet erased au where ramsey is giovanni’s biological dad B^) details under the cut bc idk how long this will be

(this is a disclaimer!!! i’m not using this au as a fix-it, i’m just like “haha how far can i take this wrong assumption i had” lol)

i dunno if this au has been done yet (plz lmk if it has!!!), but i got the idea from a canonically unsupported (and honestly probably canonically untrue) theory i had when i first saw the characters of ramsey and giovanni before watching them interact in the series

this is also a first actual draft, so some of this is probably subject to change. i should also mention that this will not be canon-compliant with the dialogue in episodes involving ramsey and giovanni interacting bc in canon they clearly do NOT know each other lol

i’m sure i could make it work as “they don’t know they’re related” but i’ve decided i would rather have a dumb little cheesy au about rat dad and soup son since hehe projecting

essentially the vague lore i have so far is:

Giovanni was born as “Giovanni Murdoch”, taking Ramsey’s last name despite his parents never having been married.

Admittedly, neither parent really knew what they were doing. They were both fairly young when Giovanni was born (probably early 20s?), and they weren’t quite expecting to have a little soup can at that point in their lives.

His surname changed to the familiar Potage after Gio’s mom had split it off from Ramsey a few years after Giovanni was born. Dating a con artist who has to evade the law is a lot more than she bargained for, and eventually threw him out after a big fight, cutting off any contact between Ramsey and Giovanni.

This doesn’t mean Giovanni and Ramsey still didn’t find ways to contact each other. Sometimes Giovanni would find Ramsey tapping at his bedroom window during the night, usually to touch base about how everything is going but sometimes Ramsey would also bring special gifts (that he probably scammed off of the seller) or certain fun snacks that Giovanni wasn’t allowed to have normally, especially not at a late hour.

Giovanni LOVED talking about how one day he wanted to grow up to be a big bad guy, thanks to the not-entirely-intentional influence of Ramsey. Ramsey would jokingly go along with the idea (“kids have big imaginations!”), but he wasn’t prepared for Giovanni to actually pursue a career in villainy. Granted, it’s not like he could be one to judge considering his career path.

Giovanni’s mom, however, does judge this career path. She didn’t want her son to be anything like his father, and when he goes out she’ll almost always remind him that he’s making a poor choice. Giovanni, of course, does not appreciate having his interest shamed, so he doesn’t really like his mother, nor does he view himself as close to her, especially in comparison to Ramsey.

Once Giovanni got his first phone, Ramsey was able to give out his number. It made for easier contact, but it also lessened how often Ramsey would pop up in-person to say hello.

Giovanni would tell Ramsey everything about his life as a Banzai Blaster. Ramsey wasn’t a big fan of the Blasters, since he knew Giovanni was getting scammed (he would know, he scams people all the time), but he’d still support Giovanni from a distance. It’s why he also never offered to cover the costs for it; deep down he’d rather have Giovanni working under him or even being his own villain than contributing to the BBs.

At one point in his adolescence, Giovanni was a star baseball player on his school’s team. Ramsey would try to sneak into every game that he could, cheering Giovanni on from the sidelines. When Giovanni would have stellar plays on the field, it would take everything in Ramsey to not stand up on the bleachers and shout “THAT’S MY BOY!” at the top of his lungs like the proud dad he was.

Despite all of the time Ramsey tried to dedicate to Giovanni, he still wasn’t there for a lot of Giovanni’s life. This made Giovanni feel quite lonely, seeing as the one parent he felt like he could be open with was never able to consistently be there for him. He always yearned for a life where maybe Ramsey could return to the family one day. Of course, that day will never come, but Giovanni still has hope! Somewhat...

i’ll have more later, but this is what i’ve got going for me at the moment. u are entirely free to add more thoughts to this, i honestly made this to be self-serving but if u also enjoy it then wahoo

#ctg posts #epithet erased #giovanni #ramsey #giovanni potage #ramsey murdoch #dad ramsey au #did i proofread this??? no <3 #if this looks like a ramble that's because it IS a ramble

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jcmorrigan · 4 years

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Sun-Kissed

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!) I really hope this intro hasn’t become repetitive, because it’s the best way I have to kick these things off. Anyway, this was inspired by me realizing we hadn’t kissed in the confession oneshot and then realizing it was an opportunity rather than a misstep. Also, if you saw the necklace prompt I sent to @selfshipimagines...yes, this is why I thought of it, which is why it’s here.

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It began with Giovanni refusing to use a Dungeons & Dragons board and its associated miniatures for their intended purpose. He had scribbled the names of locales in our next planned heist over it, drawing out the floor plan, and I’m not exactly sure where he got miniatures customized to look like me and the rest of the official Blasters in his squad, but there we were, positioned across the D&D board on the table in the abandoned library that served as our “evil lair.”

I came upon him there, in the Casual Friday wear of his worn gray sweater and a pair of beaten-up jeans, maneuvering the mini-minions around the board with intense concentration. “Composer,” he greeted without looking up. “What do you think is a more badass way of entering a building? Blowing up the ceiling and dropping in from above on parachutes, or tunneling in from underneath with a massive drill?”

“Do we have a massive drill?” I asked, taking my place across from him at the table.

“Not YET,” he said in the tone that indicated we could very possibly be in possession of one within a few weeks.

“If you can get one,” I told him slyly, “then use it. WAY cooler than dropping in. Probably safer, actually.”

“Good call, Composer! You get to take an extra percentage of the loot for your cut when we pull this off!”

I never liked taking more than my share. Really, being an independent-contractor Banzai affiliate (who the upper echelons of the organization didn’t exactly…know about) was the only way to survive financially in this climate. All the same, if Giovanni didn’t bring back quota, he was more screwed than usual. I aimed for a balance. And tried not to let on just how much more I was making than him by hawking jewelry.

Speaking of which, the reason I’d entered the room was concerning a rather special piece I’d lifted recently. Nothing that would go for any sum whatsoever. Something valuable in a different way.

Now, how to bring that up?

“Soooo,” I began, “you know how we’re…dating now?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Right. That wasn’t my smoothest opener. In my defense, we were still pretty new as an item. It wasn’t so long ago that he’d spilled his guts to me on a display bed in a mall department store with a broken leg –

Okay, that’s kind of a “You had to be there” incident.

The point is, we were only recently official, and I wanted to do a little something to commemorate that. Especially since we hadn’t hit a few rather…important landmarks. Like the first kiss. That hadn’t even happened on confession night, and it was rather tearing me apart, were I to be perfectly honest. I might have had a selfish agenda in taking the piece that currently rested in my jeans pocket – yes, I wanted him to have something nice, but also, maybe this would lead to the big moment.

“Well,” I babbled, “I was just thinking that…we’re on the grid now, and…and that means we…that I should probably start…doing things a little differently, since you’re…special…and I’m…also special…and…”

On the job, I can improvise. When writing fiction or accounts, I’m a wordsmith. When trying to talk to someone who made my heart flutter, I just couldn’t get to the fucking point.

Or look directly at him, for that matter. It was kind of like looking into the sun.

“…and I mean, I know we’re still starting out, and still figuring out boundaries like if kissing’s gonna be a thing, and I’ll admit I’m kinda new to this in general, but – “

“WHAAAAAT?”

I couldn’t help but look at him then – with the usual results, feeling like my circulation speed had suddenly spiked. He looked absolutely flummoxed. Angry, even. Like I’d told him he’d shown up five minutes late to the doorbuster craft sale where satin was on a massive discount (an incident I reference because I had seen this exact scenario take place and had to drive an incredibly peeved Giovanni home from while reminding him that we could just obtain it through less-than-legal means).

“What do you MEAN we’re still figuring out kissing?” he ranted. “I’ve kissed you, right? It was great! I wouldn’t be so NEGLIGENT as to forget that!”

Oh. So he knew. As of this moment, it had occurred to him. I could see right through him. I just shook my head wordlessly.

“We HAVEN’T?” he said in awe. “Okay, I am FIXING that!” He pounded his fist on the table; the tiny Spike fell over, and he glanced at the miniature sheepishly before righting it with a whispered “Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Then he looked back to me. “But we SERIOUSLY haven’t kissed yet?”

“…No,” I admitted. Which wasn’t exactly what I’d come there to say, but I would have been lying to say I hadn’t wanted to get to that discussion point sooner rather than later.

“Well, we’re fixing that!” he declared. “Right here! Right now!”

I very nearly exploded. I tried my best to keep calm. “You…sure? I mean, I kind of wondered if maybe you were putting it off because you didn’t actually wanna – “

“No! We are DOING this! And it’s gonna be GREAT!” He’d risen, advancing to me. “I’m gonna be the best guy you’ve ever kissed!”

Without even thinking, I teasingly replied, “That’s not a high bar.”

Giovanni stopped in his tracks as I rose to try and meet his height. “What, you’re saying you’ve only dated bad kissers or something?”

“Well, no,” I admitted, wondering just how far down this hole I should go. Honesty is the best policy, right? “I’ve just…never kissed ANYONE before. Which isn’t a big deal! It’s just – “

He looked like I’d just slapped him across the face: eyes wide, jaw dropped. “You’ve NEVER – “ He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. Not here. Not like this.”

“What?”

“This is your FIRST FREAKING KISS!” He waved both hands in the air to emphasize his point. “I’m not just gonna plant one on you in the middle of the lair! No, you’re getting the best first kiss of your life – “

“I’m pretty sure I can only get one first kiss in my life – “

“And it’s gonna be somewhere SPECIAL, God DAMN it!”

I closed my hand around the jewelry waiting in my pocket. He was going to make me wait to hand it over, wasn’t he? “What…did you have in mind?”

Within moments, he’d (gently yet firmly) seized my free hand, beginning to lead me out of the library. “We’re gonna hit up all your favorite places in Sweet Jazz City until we find the one with the right atmosphere!”

“Don’t you have a heist to – “

“IT CAN WAIT!”

Well, I wasn’t about to say no to that.

The first place we tried was the actual public library that was still open, as that was one of my regular haunts. (Books you didn’t have to steal! What an innovation!) I found myself being led into the midst of the YA fantasy section, meaning that Giovanni really did know me far too well.

“And here we are in your natural habitat!” he said proudly. “So…does this feel…you know, romantic?”

“It’s good,” I said with a smile.

Which was a mistake. “Good?” he repeated, one lower lid twitching. “GOOOOOD? This can’t happen unless it’s GREAT!”

“No, no, it’s – “ Wait, why was I protesting? He and I were basically on the same page. I was just trying to be polite. “Okay. Really, it’ll be great no matter where it happens, but this feels a little…weird. Not exactly romance central.”

“Good!” Giovanni insisted. “This is gonna be your first freaking kiss, remember? You gotta stand up for this kind of thing!”

“Yeah, but it’ll seriously be – “

“AND LET ME LIVE WITH THE BURDEN OF UNDERWHELMING YOU ON YOUR FIRST KISS?”

“…Okay, I cave.”

He seized my hand again; “Let’s head out! I know EXACTLY where we’re going this time!”

We ended up in the middle of the craft store, of course. “Will you look at this?” he said, arms outstretched. “We’ve had so many good memories here.”

“We have,” I agreed.

“This is our place!” he said gleefully. “Our stomping grounds! Where you and I belong! So…yarn aisle or acrylic paint aisle?”

I bit my lip.

“…This isn’t it either, is it? C’moooooon, Composer, I said you gotta stand up about this and make it perfect, and I mean it!”

“I’m just – I’m trying to be polite, okay?” I argued.

“Well, we’re the bad guys! We might be secretly NICE, but we’re sure as hell not POLITE!”

I wasn’t sure how to argue that point, as much as I knew it didn’t really make sense at all. “Can we pick somewhere that’s not…aisles?” I asked. “You know…rows of shelving. The library was the same problem. It’s just not the right aesthetic.”

“Got it! No shelves! Onward!”

The next place he picked out was the fountain in the square, and I had to admit that was a pretty impressive locale, aesthetic-wise. “Now, THIS is Romance Central!” he proclaimed proudly as he led me toward the structure. “Can you see anyone not kissing here? No. You can’t. Because it’s perfect.”

It seemed good on paper, but the closer we got to the fountain itself, the more I began to get nervous. The square was full of heavy foot traffic at this time of day. There were hundreds of people who would potentially be…watching. And I was beginning to almost feel stage fright. Like I had to get this right, or the whole city would mock me.

“Yeah,” I said nervously. “Definitely a fan favorite kissing spot.”

How was I going to bring up –

“Wait a minute. No. No!” He rounded on me, glaring. “We can’t just pick EVERYONE ELSE’S kissing spot! It’s gotta be our own! …Unless you really want here – “

“No,” I said hurriedly. “Look, it’s hard to explain, but this isn’t it either.”

“All right! Fourth time’s the charm!”

We ended up in the zoo, and when I saw which exhibit Giovanni had led me toward, I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Ta-daaaa!” he said as he gestured to the wide, open pen of lazy mammals. “Your favorite place in town, am I right?”

Oh, how could I tell him this one?

He read it on my face. With a sigh, he asked, “How did I mess up now?”

“You’re not messing up!” I told him immediately. “It’s just…the bear exhibit isn’t my favorite place in town. It’s Molly’s.”

Giovanni froze, blinking, wide-eyed.

“You got me mixed up with your kid,” I teased, nudging his shoulder.

“…Right,” he muttered. “Which animal was yours again?”

“Giraffes and/or sharks.”

“So you wanna – “

“Not really.”

“Okay. Next!”

When I figured out he was leading me to the opera hall next, I practically collapsed laughing. “Gio…oh my God…”

“Don’t tell me.”

“This isn’t my favorite spot in town either. You know whose it is?”

“Don’t say it – “

“This is Sylvie’s,” I snorted. “You wanna tell me again how he’s NOT one of our kids?”

“Shut up,” Giovanni muttered as he did an about-face to lead me away from the opera house.

As we entered the park close to sundown, I admitted, “Gio, part of the reason this hasn’t been working is that I’m kinda freaked out by all the people. I just don’t want everyone to…watch this. It makes it feel like I gotta do this right, and I don’t even know if I’m any good at kissing.”

“Sure you are!” Giovanni replied. “How could you NOT be? Trust me, I know these things. But if you want privacy, then dammit, I’m gonna get you privacy! Follow me to the love destination!”

I had to admit this location had promise. It was further into the park, a wooded area next to a small brook framed with granite boulders. As we settled to sit in a gap between the rocks, the evening sun glittered off the surface of the water like a disco ball.

“Much better,” I told Giovanni, shifting my legs to the optimal position for comfort.

“So?” he asked. “Feelin’ it? Is this the place?”

“I think this is the place.” And I meant it. The impending twilight filtering through the leaves felt rather ethereal. The brook’s soft yet constant babble provided some pleasant white noise.

“Okay.” His voice cracked, and for the first time, I finally realized he was probably nervous, just like me. “So…we’re here. And it’s perfect. So…we can do this.”

“We can,” I agreed.

Neither of us wanted to be the one to move first. We just wanted it to happen on its own. But that wouldn’t happen unless somebody took initiative.

Fuck it.

“If you’re ready,” I told him, “I’m gonna just…I’m gonna do it.”

“Do your worst, Composer.”

At which point, he made the stupidest face I’ve ever seen him make in my life, bar none. Eyes shut, lips comically protruded forward – and I wondered how many people he’d actually kissed, though I wasn’t about to ask that.

Okay. This shouldn’t be hard. Just put my mouth on his mouth. Easy. We didn’t even have to involve tongues yet. Like a sputtering car engine, I moved ever closer, bringing myself to the connection point –

And he slapped his hand over his mouth before I could get there.

“Is this too fast?” I asked. “Because we don’t have to do this – I mean, I know, some people just don’t do the kissing thing, and I think I’m one of those people who does, but – “

“It’s not that!” he said, muffled and miffed. “You know I’ve seen every slasher movie in the book, right?” “Uh…what does that have to do with – “

“You think I haven’t seen this EXACT SCENARIO before?” he snapped from behind his hand. “Guy takes girl to the park, down by the river, for a romantic kiss. Guy whips out knife. Guy murders girl. Girl’s body gets dumped in the river. Guy goes on to commit series of increasingly more disturbing mutilations. And I am NOT going down that road!”

I did a double take. “Gio…you know you could just…not kill me. You’re not a serial killer, you know.”

“I know, but it still feels WRONG! We aren’t doing this here!”

His hand was off his mouth and back over mine, leading me up and out of the park.

“Where are we going now?” I asked as we headed back through the twilight.

“I’m still working that out – “ He then froze in his tracks. “Of COURSE! It’s PERFECT! Okay, I have it this time, and I really mean that! Come on!”

He picked up the pace, nearly pulling me over into a fall. He slowed a bit after remembering that my top running speed could be outdone by certain tortoises in the world.

I wasn’t sure where this was going at all, at first. We headed into the outer edge of town, almost to the city limits, but not yet where the buildings’ height truly diminished into suburbia. Giovanni scoped out the apartment buildings here, trying to pick out one of sufficient height. I wondered if he was going where I thought he was going with this.

“You know,” he remarked, “it’s kind of a good thing this didn’t happen until after the sun went down. …WHICH WAS MY PLAN, OF COURSE! All those other locations were just fakeouts to get your guard down until I showed you the REAL main attraction!”

As much as I knew that wasn’t the case, I had a good feeling about this one. “You really are an evil genius.”

“Now come on!” He tugged my hand sharply to hurry me toward the building he’d targeted.

By then, the sky was completely dark, giving me an extremely auspicious feeling about this. We hustled around back of the building, where Giovanni sought out the fire escape ladder. Of course, pulled up one story so that there would have to be an actual escape from the top down for anyone to reach it. Creep prevention and all.

Well, this building was about to meet a couple of creeps.

“Now, this is just standard procedure,” Giovanni bragged. “Any villain worth his salt can scale one of these without even trying. You’re still new to the biz, so I don’t blame you if you still need practice at it, but I’m an old pro by this point. Watch and learn!”

Oh, I already knew where this was going. Still, I couldn’t stop him and I knew this.

He bent, surveyed, sprang. He managed to catch the edge of the lowest balcony with his hands, then, completely lacking the necessary upper body strength to climb the rest of the way, just sort of dangled there, struggling and grunting to pull himself onto the metal surface.

“Not that you need help with that or anything,” I told him, “but if I was offering – “

“I mean, it’ll probably boost your ego if I pretend I need you to help me out here, and your ego is terribly malnourished, so go ahead. Even though I completely have this under control. Wait, what are you going to – “

Trying not to blush at the proximity, I bent just enough that I could hook one hand under each sole of his shoes. Then, I posed, “Ready?”

“Uh…yeah…”

I rose, bringing his feet up, and that gave him the necessary leverage to scramble up onto the balcony. Even though it had just been hand-to-foot contact with a layer of rubber between, I still felt that had been incredibly intimate, somehow.

Then remembered I was going to have the same problem. “So, um, I’m NOT going to be able to get up there on my own – “

He’d already turned around, lying on his stomach so he could look down to me. “Don’t worry about it. Just jump.”

“I’m not even sure I can actually jump.”

“Just go for it!”

Feeling rather foolish in advance, I bent my knees, ready to completely underwhelm. I jumped as high as I could (which is nowhere near as high as you want it to be), flinging up both arms on instinct.

He caught one forearm in each hand, his own arms extended down to me, and after a rather painful dangle, he managed to reel me up to the point where he could wrap both arms around my upper body, bracing against the balcony to rather gracelessly drag me up to the same level.

Which felt even more intimate.

“Thanks,” I said once we were both on terra firma. Or metal firma, I guess.

He clapped me on the back – which is not something I let most people do. “Don’t sweat it. Now let’s go!”

It was smoother sailing from there – just trying to climb the rest of the ladders as quietly as possible, the night punctuated by the clinking of our shoes on the rungs. Giovanni was ahead, and so he got to the summit first, yelling down an enthusiastic “Come on, come on!” as I hustled to finish the course.

It was exactly as I’d suspected. As I emerged atop the apartments’ roof, I gasped at the sight of the Sweet Jazz City skyline lit up like a treasure trove against the dark of the night.

A sudden shift caught my attention; Giovanni had put his hand behind his back. I realized he’d been extending it to help me the rest of the way, but when I’d gotten there myself and gotten distracted by the shiny stuff, he tried to make it look like he hadn’t been doing that.

“It’s perfect,” I told him. “…You’re…perfect.”

“I know,” he said proudly. “That’s why we work, after all, since you’re only slightly less perfect.”

Which was really his way of saying we were even keel, if you knew how to read the subtext, even if I did still think he was far too good for me to deserve.

“Let’s get closer,” I suggested, approaching the edge where we could really see the lights.

There we were, side by side, taking in the glittering panorama. And suddenly realizing that we still had to actually do something about it. Well, it wasn’t obligated, but it was the entire reason for this, and we did both want it – it was just still so difficult to initiate somehow.

Giovanni cleared his throat; “So…I’m going to assume you’re ready for the big moment.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling my hands begin to tremble. “As I’ll ever be. So if you wanna…start it this time…”

I turned toward him, looking up into his eyes. The low light played with the shadows that blanketed him, and I could pick out every feature on him from memory. God, he was adorable. If we were fully illuminated, his rose-pink eyes with their gold flecks would probably be sparkling as brightly as the skyline.

I wondered if he really, truly looked at me the same way I looked at him. His expression seemed to be flustered enough to indicate it, but…why would he?

I guess I really did need to listen to him and work on my own self-worth.

He placed both hands on the sides of my face, sliding both thumb-pads over the cheekbones. And then started leaning in.

This time, it was me who slapped my hand over my own mouth.

He looked as though he’d been wounded. “Was…this not it either? Is this not what you wanted? Just tell me what needs to change, and I’ll – “

“It’s me,” I muttered. “I’m just stupid nervous. This is literally the first time I’ve done this, and…it’s gonna be bad.”

“No, it’s not! Even if you were bad, I’d totally be good enough to make up for it!”

“I have no bar to even measure this,” I said softly. “Do I have to…do anything? What if I smack you in the face? I’m going to smack you in the face.”

“Do you really think that’s gonna matter?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“Composer, you might totally suck at kissing. That’s fine. It’ll still be…it’s you, okay? So it’s not really gonna matter! You know I’m gonna love it, even if it’s awful!”

“But you made a whole big deal out of everything being perfect – “

“That was for you, Composer! And…I…wanted to have a safety net in case I’m the one who sucks. Maybe. Not that I would. But – “

That was when it really hit home, what he was trying to say. “You won’t suck at it, Gio. You can’t. Because you’re you. Which is exactly what you’ve been trying to tell me.”

He was silent a moment before saying, “Reverse psychology. I don’t REALLY think – “

“I know what you think, you dork.” I slid my hand away. “Now kiss me already.”

“But about that smacking faces thing,” he brought up. “Let’s just coordinate that before we get into it. You tilt left, I tilt right?”

“Good c – “ I blinked. “No, because if you mirror it, we’d be going the same way. So we either need to both go left or both go right.”

“…Right’s good?”

“Right’s good.”

I resolved to hold still, to not move outside my assigned head-tilt, but I broke that resolution – I advanced slightly to meet him, raising my heels just slightly to bridge the height gap. My eyes shut –

And we hit foreheads before our lips could ever touch, which I suppose was to be expected.

“Did you go left or right?” I asked, just about laughing.

“I thought I was going right…”

That turned out to be the perfect icebreaker. What relationship needs to be too serious, after all? I felt more spontaneous now, laying my arms over his shoulders, clasping my hands behind his head, as we gave it one more shot.

It struck this strange balance between unexpectedly mundane and unexpectedly divine. Had I really been so worked up about this? Just pressing one set of lips to another? Who decided to give this such cultural weight, anyway? This hadn’t been anything to worry about.

Except for the sensation that someone had slammed one paddle of an AED to my heart to get it to beat double-time with a sudden jolt.

And then it was over. Too soon.

“So?” Giovanni asked excitedly. “Was that perfect or was it perfect?”

I eased my eyes open. “It was,” I told him. “I kinda expected it would be longer, honestly, but for a first, it was – “

“You know, there’s no rule saying we can’t do it again.”

“…You bring up a VERY good point.”

We re-adjusted, replacing arms to put each other in more of an embrace. Then we went for seconds, pressing together just that much longer. I realized we hadn’t really talked about the concept of tongues, but we seemed to be on the same page regarding them – keep them were they were, for now. Still, we repositioned, trying to leech a little more affection off each other, almost biting –

“OW!”

I pulled back suddenly; Giovanni let me out of his arms, watching me press a finger to my lower lip.

“Heheh…” He knew what had happened, as had I, and he nervously buried a hand in the hair at the back of his head. “Sorry ‘bout that. Got kinda caught up in the moment there…”

His upper row of teeth had bitten down onto my lip. Gently enough not to draw blood, but he did have those rather pointed fangs, and they certainly were sharp.

Normally, I didn’t have a very high pain tolerance. That was why I was surprised, myself, when I said, “Actually…I kinda liked it.”

He reached peak flustering, muttering something about that also being part of his plan.

“By the way,” I said, emboldened by our current promotion in affection, “I got you something. Funny story! I had actually wanted to give this to you all the way back in the lair, but then we started out on the whole sidequest. Anyway, remember how when we became official, you gave me a very important hoodie?”

“Yeah,” Giovanni recalled. “The one you’re wearing. Lookin’ good, by the way.” He snapped me finger-guns at it.

Did I forget to mention that I had been wearing a pink-and-plaid hoodie? Did you get this whole way not picturing me in one? Well, now you know I was wearing one the whole time, so you can brush that mental image up.

“Well, it’s not fair that you steal me something and I don’t steal you something back, is it?” I reached into my pocket, feeling that both necklaces were still there. “Are you ready?”

“What did you do, Composer?” I retrieved the pendants, quickly detangling their silver chains. “This might actually be really silly. But I got us matching necklaces. Technically, they’re friendship necklaces, but I thought that we ARE best friends, just best friends who also date, and…” I held up one in each hand. The charms reflected the shapes of the sun and moon. “So this one’s mine,” I said, drawing the moon back to myself. “Because I’m the dark and depressing one. But you always make me smile and fill my life with sunshine, so…”

I offered the sun pendant toward Giovanni. At first, he stared blankly at it, and I worried I hadn’t picked the proper gift. After all, I’d never seen him really accessorize or talk about doing so aside from his self-described edgy and gangster black nail polish.

“But if you don’t want it,” I said hastily, “that’s cool too – “

The pendant had disappeared from my hand. He had it now. “This is why you’re my fucking favorite minion,” he said, voice trembling. “But you know you’re not the moon because you’re the depressing one, right? It’s because you’re the poetic one who’s always thinking about stuff. Also, I am gonna wear this forever.” He quickly fastened it around his neck. “Put yours on!”

I attempted to do so, fumbling with the clasp for a while before hearing, “No, no, no, let me get that!” right before a hushed “Teleports behind you,” at which point I realized Giovanni was behind me rather than in front of me, his hands taking the clasp away from me and fastening it expertly.

And you know what? I couldn’t even complain about him making me feel incapable, like I usually would if someone fastened my necklace for me.

His hands settled on my shoulders from behind, resting there for an odd length of time. “What’s up?” I asked.

“So we have lip-kissing down,” he stated. “Are you cool with…other places? Not naughty places. I’m just looking at prime real estate – “

“Please,” I said without thinking, feeling that defibrillator shot again.

He lifted my hair out of the way, and I could feel his lips brush the back of my neck.

“Oh, I am DEFINITELY going to get used to this,” I told him once he let my hair fall.

“So…um…what happens now?”

“I mean, I did kinda interrupt the whole plan you were making,” I reminded him. “We should probably go back to that.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice out here. I don’t wanna go back yet. Dammit, the spot I picked was TOO good and now I don’t wanna leave!”

“Okay,” I resolved. “So how about we just stay up here and talk about whatever?”

“Sure. I like whatever.”

We stood side-by-side, looking out toward the city.

“So,” I asked, “I know you have some kind of plan for getting us that giant drill. And now I need to know how you intend to do it.”

#selfship #i'm at soup!#oh man he is shooting up on my list #of most fun characters to fanfic as well #ALSO CAN YOU ALL BELIEVE #S1 FINALE IS TOMORROW????

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maronspeaks · 4 years

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Moving some stuff around and what not.

Hello, I am Admin! And of course this is a blog for my epithet oc, Maron! There will be more information/facts about him here.

I decided it would be fun to interact with other fans of "Epithet Erased" no matter how small (or big) it is, Everyone is welcome!

So we are going to break some ground rules for this blog.

No NSFW (I am self aware of this since tumblr's new law.)

No RPing (Yeah, I for once used to be an RPer and let's say that it's kinda... childish for me, not that I'm judging. You guys can rp whatever you want. Just don't do it here though...)

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Please don't pick on someone or start drama. (For real, I am expecting a good fandom with wholesome content, not a toxic one.)

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therewas-a-girl · 7 years

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Ppl thinking oliver queen would have been better - liked/treated/his issues better respected - by fandom, if he had been a woman has me laughing at the… is it called paradox? Blatant nontruth of the statement?

Here are some easy examples of how this is not so:

Laurel lance (lol most heatedly hated character of arrow for a myriad for reasons, at least half of them sexist bullshit the other ¼ shipper bullshit; had some shit writing which is always taken as a character trait and for which SHE is blamed for; had a depression arc, is an addict, after all the times shes been kidnapped abused and beaten probably has some form of lingering effect from all the… u know… trauma + the emotional upheaval that has been her life for the last 10 years. And yet - still loathed and her issues are negated and belittled at every turn. Always misinterpreted, rarely afforded the luxury of viewer empathy; favorite fandom strawoman usually)

Sara lance (ptsd from all the fucked up shit the league put her through amd that she went through before that, which was very visible when she was on arrow. Probably dealt with some for of sexual harassment/threats of violence/violence when she was on the Amazo, which we never explicitly saw thank god. A good portion of Olicity fans dispise her cause ship reasons, same with lauriver fans. Who is the REAL black canary discourse is still going strong btw, which inevitably generates hate on either of the lance sisters side. Saras bisexuality is constantly erased or denied or treated as sth tintillating for the straight male gaze; she is slutshamed at every corner; ppl hardly can be bothered to remember that she was actually suicidal at one point, that she thought she was not worthy of love or capable of love or of being with someone - HUGE CHARACTER MOMENT HERE - when she broke up with oliver usually dismissed/forgotten cause felicity walks in the room so most of the olicity fandom - big portion of arrow fandom - 9 times out of 10 doesnt bother to remember that sara was talking about herself here)

- yes shipper tendencies matter, they shape character perceptions.

Bonus: thea queen (neglected by her mother, abused physically and emotionally by her monster father, has some serious issues with violence, probably ptsd-related avoidance for it, the mask, her old life. Has utterly detatched from a whole side of her personality and history, something that was intrinsic to her for 2 years, and yet nobody sees that as eyebrow-raising worthy for some reason cause that is what a tots normal person would do. The almost oliver-like split of the sides of her life/personality is mentione…. how many times in fandom? The metas are where? Maybe ive just missed them. Okay. Oh i almost forgot - was stabbed and just about died. But she got over that, right? Which has nothing to do with the bloodlust, by the way. Thats from the Pit. Trauma outlasts the bloodlust. And yet whenever she displays behaviour that is consistent with some kind of post-traumautic symptoms/behaviour… she is bitchy or ungrateful or whiny or being a child again. Literally do not know how to go on with this one)

Extra bonus: felicity smoak. How much felicity’s trauma was aknowleged = she has all kinds of traumatic shit happen to her, including but not limited to near-death experinces, and yet the effect this had on her is nearly nonexistent in big fandom spaces. Sunshine felicity yay! Supporting and taking care of oliver. Yay. Always the light to guide his way. Untarnished. Y. A. Y. (Feel my burning enthusiasm for this interpretation. But thats my preference and of no consequence here.) And the moment it was “officially” aknowleged that a ptsd arc would be explored with her (which is, imo, still a euphemism, or a gross misusage of this very serious illness /that they cant be bothered to portray right on a woman/) - the same ppl that say ‘olivers mental illness is disrespected cause he is male’ were all about (paraphrasing here) “olivers LONG LASTING and X YEAR LONG ptsd is as valid as felicitys NEWLY CONCOCTED/FRESHLY CREATED ptsd” …somehow managing to insult the both of them and imply that the years one lives with an illness give u a sort of precedence and ‘elder card’ in the club. ‘Empathy should go first HERE where its mooore…’ more what? I just dont know how to continue this. needed? Valid? I dont know man. I mean, by works of logic the obvious non-truth of the beginning statement of this post is encapsulated by this last example. But lets be thorough.

Look there are layers. Olivers character deals with shit writing sometimes and horrifying demonisation of his mental illness FROM THE WRITERS OF HIS OWN SHOW. And there is a shitton of ableism in fandom about him.

But if he’d been a woman… my dude… my guy… my pal…. experience shows fandom generally, not as separate ppl but as a block unit, (fandom currents? Fandom tendencies?) have *lower* empathy for women and their narratives (e.i. a lot **less** 29596k word metas about why he does the things he does, trying to explain away the writing holes would be floating around). Lower patience for their fuckups. Lower imagination for their inner lives and even lower willingness to search them out. The show itself would have a lower interest in exploring these issues, as they have shown it to be the tendency with female characters.

Oliver queen is human, he fucks up, he has a deep inner life and his trauma has far reaching shockwaves. All those are characteristics we assume him to have, as default, cause hes a WHITE MALE presented as straight. Who has to contend with bullshit ableism, sure, and fandome expectations colored by toxic masculinity, which canon doesnt even support. But he would have faaaar more prejudices to contend with if he were female. All those assumptions - of hidden logical reasons, depths, triggers etc - up there wouldnt even go halfway if hed been a woman, or not white or, god forbit, a woman of color.

(Dude can u imagine the shitstorm of slutshaming that would hit a female!oliver for sleeping with a *fraction* of the number of ppl oliver has slept with??? In canon he has always had emotional ties or reasons for sleeping with every single one of his partners whether fandom likes it or not, and STILL he is called a manwhore, as if he only thinks with his dick. Even oliver isnt afforded brains and emotions when it comes to sexual agency. It baffles me.

But im willing to bet that it would be worse if he were a woman because the reason for dumbing him down would go from ‘i want to belittle all these other relationships he has so that THIS ONE SHIP shines thru’, to straight up sexism and womens agency over their bodies and emotions. Case in point ppl were calling felicity a plethora of disgusting epithets for sleeping with ray (ONE MAN) when she was a FREE BEING WITH AN INDEPENDENT WILL tied to !!!nobody but herself!!!, just cause she didnt plant olivers name on her ladyparts from the moment she first saw him. (Lets also admit that shipper reasons are present here too but the difference is that in olivers case, his sexing up other ppl lowers olicity’s value cause hes not devoted enough and whatnot. In felicitys case, her sexing up other ppl lowers *felicity’s* ‘value’ because… do i rly need to explain why here? Hint - It ties back to the ‘pure felicity oliver’s light’ argument and the dehumanization of her character by making her the literal object of olivers salvation and therefore nullifying/ridiculing her choices if they make her path deviate from olivers.) Ppl are saying Laurel would be betraying tommys memory by loving oliver still - TOMMYS MEMORY. a man whos been dead for *four years* matters more than a live womans feelings. Just… christ…)

#personal #negativity #pure vitriol yes #ps: my personal stance is and will always be that all issues of everyone involved in an interaction are always valid #and they will always explain to u the reasosn for these actions #but these reasons - mental illness. abandonment. neglect all of them - will never justify the wreckage #a characyer or ppl cause #mentaly ill ppl are as responsable for the hurt they deal out as evetybody else and there are differnet ways to adapt to #each other when both or three pll or a family is made up of fucked up individuals #but in the end as long as the discussion progresses in a way that shows that wveryone matters #its gonna be okay #this is to say that i will never fu king stan for amy character ever because i have see it time and again that it blinds ppl #to the humnity of other characters and just overall doesnt make for a good writing or researching tecnique #it throws everyoing far out of balance #but i will alwas write for ppl whose stories are never told. because what is the point of not doing so #and seriously this post is pure wank #im not bitter. i say bitterly. with a bitter expression.

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