#i was defending you despite all your red flags for being someone who really really fights for your loved ones n now look at you
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DFF ep9 spoilers
I love gay revenge, I LOVE gay revenge, I love gay REVENGE, I love GAY revenge,
HOWEVER
I also love brothers with an uncrossable chasm between them whose parents compare them who lose each other and their entire family along the way... guess what I'm saying is, I love guilty golden boy brother revenge, too
#that shit was so good#i'm so disappointed in phee for losing FOCUS i could write a whole post about it lmfaoo#i was defending you despite all your red flags for being someone who really really fights for your loved ones n now look at you#but it's delicious tragedy im glad he is caught up in this shit without actually knowing the full scope of jin's crimes#and i'm transferring my affections to new as the person who keeps his focus and keeps his fight#poor joker smiling orphan boy#poor guilty asthmatic smoker who THROWS AWAY HIS ENTIRE LIFE#everything he ever worked for everything his conditionally loving parents ever valued about him#to get some JUSTICE!! phee look at my man then look back at yourself#dead friend forever#dff spoilers#dff the series spoilers#dff
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Capture the Flag
pairing: clarisse la rue x child of apollo!reader
summary: you hate capture the flag, and clarisse hates people hurting you. that's that.
warnings: kidnapping? *done by a bunch of demigod teenagers for the simple outcome of winning a game* mentions of murder because what is a clarisse fic without it? swearing? kinda oc clarisse just because I can't write anything else without turning it into enemies to lovers
a/n: she is my love. clarisse defender for life.
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Clarisse La Rue.
The name sparks fear in many people at Camp Half Blood. Kids cower when she’s near, or run away when she walks towards them. It makes her happy, having people fear her. She thrives off of it, being a daughter of Ares; the god of war.
But too you? The name brings warmth, comfort, and love. It’s very rare her wrath has ever been directed towards you, and the few times it has been was when she didn’t know you. When you were just another camper to her.
It only took a few days at camp for you to be claimed by your father, Apollo.
It made sense really, your bubbly and energetic personality was so similar to your fathers and his demi god childrens. You moved into cabin seven with your small backpack of beloved items from your past, picking the bed in the corner farthest away from the few other children of Apollo and spending most of your time in that spot if you weren't at arts and crafts or archery. Not many people cared about you at first, not that you mind while you were trying to process all that happened for you to finally get to this wilderness home. Then you tried to make some friends, which ended with you mostly spending your days with your siblings or the children of Hermes and the campers who lived in that cabin without being claimed.
Then, you met your girlfriend. The love of your life. You're everything. Clarisse.
She had protected you during a game of capture the flag, not realizing that your “attacker” was one of your best friends who simply held his sword up to you in a playful way. You teased her for weeks after that, giving her the title, “my protector”. Although the teasing eventually stopped, the nickname never did.
You’re her sunshine. That’s clear to everyone in camp, but nobody really talks about it for fear of being hurt by her spear.
Capture the flag is one of her favorite days out of the week. Other than every Tuesday when Chiron lets you eat dinner at her table- an agreement that came after a very long week of begging of course. That was his compromise to your ask of being able to spend every night at that table, and Clarisse wasn’t going to push it despite liking the first idea more.
It became a lot harder to win said game when she started dating you, team red losing one of their best fighters when she would leave her post by the flag to roam the forest and make sure you are okay. It just makes you laugh when she stops kissing you up against a tree to suddenly run back to her post when she remembers the main task at hand, but her siblings and team would definitely disagree that it's funny.
Today's no different, and after threatening her teammate with her spear, she leaves her post to find you with the peace of mind that they’ll protect the flag and won’t tell on her to the other players on team red.
You on the other hand, you have your headphones in, music blasting in them as you dance through the forest and around the trees. Capture the flag has never really been as important to you as your teammates on the blue team, and both Annabeth and Luke eventually learned to give you a simple task and let you do your own thing.
The nymph's join along in your activities every once in a while, but for the most part they just stay in their tree form as you dance past them.
You’re in your own world with your favorite song playing on your wired headphones that stay connected to the ipod in your hand that your girlfriend gifted to you after she came home from a quest a few months ago. It’s only when someone hits your helmet-covered head with the butt of their sword so hard you pass out that you realize you wandered into the red team's territory.
Waking up, the first thing you notice is the harsh light of the sun glaring down at you. Then it’s the rough feeling of wood on your back and the tight pull of rope on your stomach when you try and fail to stand up from your sitting poston. Your stomach churns as you realize what kind of situation you're in; no help, in a vulnerable position, and no weapon. Lastly, you groan when you realize that your headphones have been taken out of your ears and are laying in a tangled pile a few feet away along with your ipod.
After a few seconds, your vision clears up and the two blobs of color that you saw in front of you turn out to be two people. They’re clearing down at you from their standing positions, one with a sword out and the other holding a dagger.
“Good morning sunshine.” You cringe at the nickname that comes from one of the boys you now recognize from the Aphrodite cabin. It’s the one that your girlfriend uses for you.
Children of Aphrodite may be well known for her being the goddess of love, and all things pink and pretty, but sometimes people forget she is also a goddess of war. Her demigod children are sweet and nice, but it’s no big surprise why Clarisse likes having them on her team when you see their fighting abilities when they actually try.
“What do you want with me?” You question harshly, trying but eventually giving up on trying to force the ropes to untie by moving your body around. You’re tied to a thin tree, thin enough for your arms to reach behind you and wrap around it- it's kind of like your giving the tree a backwards hug with your hands tied together around it- but not thin enough to break when you push you back up against it to test the theory on if you can snap it.
They look at eachother and chuckle, putting their weapons away when they realize you can’t get out of your ties. One you recognize as Oliver steps closer to you as he says, “Annabeth and Luke care about you so much, the moment they realize that you’re missing, they’ll forget all about the flag and Clarisse can go get it.”
You stare at them blankly for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. They glance at each other before narrowing their eyes at you.
“What are you laughing at sunshine?” You finish laughing when the ropes pull on your stomach way too tightly with the way your body shakes with the laughter. “You ummm…” You start, taking a deep breath when you find yourself beginning to giggle again. “You thought the most amazing plan…was to lead my overprotective friends and girlfriend…the girl who carries a spear with her everywhere she goes and hurts anyone who looks at her wrong mind you…to the spot where she’ll find her partner tied up to a tree in a clearing where no one is around to stop her from killing you guys?”
They stare at you with a sudden look of fear in their eyes before they walk a few yards away to begin whispering to each other, the confidence from earlier gone and rethinking their plan after you brought the obvious ending to your attention.
“Hey guys?!” You shout out, smiling when they turn around for a second to face you. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell Clarisse not to kill you! She usually listens to me because the last time she killed someone, I didn’t cuddle her for a week!” Their eyes widen at your casualness, as if her killing someone is completely normal in your world before turning back around so you can’t see them panicking. It doesn’t matter though, the way they move their hands erratically and have to take deep breaths from raising their voices in fear is enough knowledge.
They come back a few minutes later, the fear still there as they stand in front of you. You don’t ask what plan they’ve come up with now, and they don’t tell you.
You guys sit in silence for a second before you glance at your earbuds and ask, “Do you guys like jazz tunes?” The boys stare at you with a confused expression.
“Um..…no. Why? Is that what you were listening to?”
“No. It’s just a conversation starter. The quiet was getting kinda awkward.”
The silence is back again, before you begin to quietly hum the tune of the song you were listening to before they interrupted your state of happiness. “So…..did you guys see my amazing dancing?”
Liam chuckles, eyes not meeting yours as he scans the forest around you guys and mumbles, “It wasn’t that good.” Oliver lets out a small hum of agreement.
You scoff, eyes falling to your legs as you whisper under your breath, “Well damn. I’m definitely letting my girl kill you now.”
Suddenly, a few yards away, there is a loud scream that could make someone's ear eardrums bleed. It isn’t one of fear or sadness, but of anger. The boy’s eyes widen and they begin to spin in circles to try and keep track of the attacker as they pull out their weapons. You just smile.
The sound of someone running is what finally snaps them out of their panic enough to try running away, but she’s already there using the end of her spear to hit one's back so hard he falls forward and pulls the other one of one backwards and throws him on the ground by his armor.
The first boy she pushes tries to get up and scurry away, but she simply places her foot on his back and presses so down with her boot with enough pressure he looks ready to cry. He really should be wearing armor.
“Clar! Clar, it’s fine! I’m fine!” You shout when the fear starts to set in that she might actually hurt them, and she doesn’t even seem like she’s listening as she twists her spear in a circle and looks towards the other boy with a grin on her face that you know all too well. She’s going to kill them.
You begin to try and pry your hands out of the rope so hard it begins to shred your skin like paper in hopes of stopping her from doing something she’ll get in so much trouble for, and it’s only when you let out a small whimper of pain does Clarisse stop her actions. The grin falls from her face, and her foot releases the boy as she hurries over to you.
Both boys get up off the dirt, stumbling over their own feet as they begin to run back into the forest to hide from Clarisse. “You touch them again and I’ll kill you in ways even my father couldn’t imagine!” She screams over her shoulder in a terrifying voice, and the way she then turns to you with a sweet smile would be weird to anyone else. It only comforts you.
“I’m so sorry sunshine. I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.” She whispers as she uses the sharpest part of her spear to cut the ropes off. You sigh in relief, bringing them to your lap so you can gently caress them. There are red marks surrounding them, some of which you can already tell are going to bruise and one with a small cut on it from the rope and bark on the tree rubbing on your skin.
Your girlfriend looks guilty, so when she begins to spill even more apologizes you shut her up with a gentle kiss. “It’s okay Clar. I’m okay. It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” She shakes her head no and you watch with a small smile as she uses the most gentle touch you’ve ever felt to pick up your wrists and assess the injury.
“Really. I’m fine. It’s just some rope burn.” She hums in understanding, bringing them up to her lips one by one to place a feather light kiss on the red spots. “Better?” The curly haired girl asks with a small smile.
“Much.” She nods, letting out one more apology before she picks you up bridal style and begins to walk back in the direction of camp. It’s only when you make it to the edge of the clearing and the cabins, mess hall, and big house come into view do you realize she’s not taking you back to your team's territory.
When you go to ask where she’s taking you, but she just shh’s you and takes the trail to the infirmary. In the distance, the conch shell sounds, signaling the end of the game. It’s followed by the familiar cheers of your team, making you feel bad.
“I’m really sorry Clar. I could have walked myself. I’m so sorry” She just shakes her head, walking into the small building that only has about three Apollo children in it, the kids who don’t like to play capture the flag and volunteer to stay in the infirmary in case someone needs medical help. You know them, sending them all bright smiles and they do the same.
She sets you down on a gurney, a quick glare to the boy standing awkwardly a few feet away with a clipboard is all he needs to run over and begin gently cradling your arms to wrap your wrist’s. His name is Jamie, and he’s the quietest out of all of your siblings. Even with his silence, you know he’s an absolute sweetheart after nights spent painting with him or enjoy a walk in the sun together.
“Just take off the bandages to ice them every once and a while, and you should feel fine in a few days.” He mumbles before scurrying off to do something else, but in reality you know he’s just trying to get away from the girl who now stands at the edge of your bed like a guard. My protector.
You stand up, slowly walking towards her and wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. “You know, your siblings are beginning to despise me for being the reason you guys are losing.”
She shrugs, a small smile making its way onto her face. “Let them. They ever talk shit, you come to me. I’ll deal with it. Until then, they can despise you in silence. I’m just happy you’re okay sunshine.”
“Thanks to you. My protector.” With that she chuckles, leaning down to kiss you as your arms tighten around her.
“But I’m definitely getting Chiron to change the Apollo cabin to our team.”
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#clarisse la rue#clarisse la rue x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson series#clarisse la rue x you#ares god of war#once again i don't know how to write endings
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You did? I should check them.
Then, what about Platonic Yandere! Luffy, Zoro and Sanji with Female!Teen!Y/n who is from the real world and is a fan of Strawhats Pirates but got teleported into their world?
─Yandere!monster trio x fem!teen!reader (platonic)
─Summary: you find yourself in your favorite anime but things seem to be a little weirder than you imagined
─Warnings: obsession, toxic behavior, general yandere stuff yk
Part two
─ One day your existence simply decided to teleport to the world of one of your favorite animes, One Piece, let's not go into details, you just did it somehow and you accepted it quickly because you had already read about all those fanfics where someone changes universe.
─ But nothing happens! It seemed that all the luck you never had finally came to you with a bang because you landed on the Mugiwara ship, nothing less.
─ Excited was a word that fell short of how you felt in that world, but also scared because you knew the entire context of many of the things and atrocities done.
─ You forgot everything bad to focus exclusively on the fact that you were meeting your favorite or comfort characters, you could definitely die after this because it was like a dream come true.
─ Leaving all the confusion and distrust of how or why you were there, everyone seemed to believe that you were not from this world and that they were not real in yours because you knew a lot (too much) about them.
─ Usopp is a little afraid of you because of all your knowledge about them.
─ Robin wanted to know more about the void century but Luffy simply refused you to give them 'spoilers' of what was about to happen in their lives, you had no choice but to respect him, now he was your captain after all.
─ Luffy was very clingy to you from the beginning, he found your admiration towards them adorable, he really likes to impress you when he uses his devil fruit, although everything here is out of the ordinary and impresses you.
─ You won't have a second of peace with this boy if you ever get hurt by someone (or even if it was your fault because you tripped or something), he feels responsible for your health and won't let anyone do anything to you.
─Zoro is in the same line of thoughts as his captain because in his eyes you were someone completely vulnerable in this world full of monsters, that sometimes you get lost because of your fascination simply increases his degree of protection.
─ Sanji became equally fond of you, having you in the kitchen learning about your world was more fun than he thought at first, he felt like a father whenever you came to him to tell him about any nonsense you had done with Luffy on some random island.
─ And despite the fact that all this time with them was incredible, you inevitably missed your loved ones, your old routine and life.
─ The faces of the three when you carelessly commented that from now on you were going to start looking for a way to return to your world was completely horrified, the three of them looked at each other and nodded, a silent pact.
─ They threatened Nami because she was the first one who offered to help you, just like Robin, weren't you happy with them here? You seem happy and you would be well protected, why would you want to leave their side?
─ They would lie if they find valuable information, they only try to protect you, you have also told some bad things about your world and if you leave they will not be able to keep you safe.
─ Luffy is much clingier, Zoro is much more careful of your surroundings, Sanji doesn't seem to take his eyes off you in case something unexpected happens that could hurt you.
─ You practically have a trio that is all over you all the time, lucky for you, you decided to ignore a lot of the red flags in their behavior, chalking it up to just being worried and you couldn't defend yourself, which got you rid of a lot of possible punishments.
─ Although, it was inevitable not to notice how persistent they are when you want to go explore an island, you don't even have a wanted poster because they always manage to lock you in the ship somehow when the fights start.
─ But by the time you realize that they are behaving differently from their normal personalities, it will be too late, they will limit you as much as they can, they will only blackmail you because they would hate to see you hurt by one of them.
─ It doesn't matter if you start to be afraid around them because of their obsession, Luffy will still demand his hugs, Zoro will want you to take a nap with him and Sanji will make you his kitchen assistant whether you like it or not, you have no opinion here, just do it.
─ The punishments are not very severe, no violence, just deprive you of things like food or movement, if you need to spend a few hours or days in your room without seeing anyone, you will.
─ They won't see their behavior as strange, no one from the crew will dare to say anything to help you because the last time Franky was almost decapitated by Zoro.
─ They see you as an innocent little sister who doesn't know how to take care of herself, they don't want anyone to corrupt you, they're just trying to keep you safe, can't you see that? They want the best for you even if they have to punish you in the process, after all you were a careless teenager who was unaware of true evil.
─ Now you'll be safe, right?
#one piece#op#yandere one piece#reader insert#yandere platonic#platonic#fem reader#headcannons#monster trio#yandere platonic one piece#teen reader#isekaed reader#xreader#platonic reader#one piece x reader#x reader#Luffy#zoro#sanji#strawhats#monster trio x reader#yandere monster trio x platonic reader#request
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In relation to the 'news' surrounding Sacheen Littlefeather, i'm really going to need non natives to kinda sit back on this one. I mean it. It gets exhausting having to repeatedly explain ideas of blood quantum and it's catastrophic effects on indigenous communities to allies that're strangely gun-ho about attacking someone who may or may not be Native.
CONTEXT ; Jacqueline Keeler, for those who are uninitiated, is a notorious 'pretendian hunter' and authored a list of 'confirmed pretendians' that erroneously implicated several people as race fakers when that was flat out not the case. This was most famously the case with Ben Nighthorse Campbell ( who mind you, isn't a good person, but that doesn't matter here ), where she claimed that he had no Cheyenne ancestry despite him being a registered tribal citzen of the Northern Cheyenne nation. At no point did she confer with tribal officials to confirm her belief.
She is the author of the piece that is now implicating Sacheen as a race faker, and that alone should be a red flag to people. The whole piece leans on the idea that Sacheen's sisters, Rosalind and Trudy, always knew that Sacheen was lying and spent years and years and years holding back from speaking out out of the belief that Sacheen's career would fizzle out eventually.
If they always knew, then why did Rosalind flat out say on twitter that she found out recently FROM Jacqueline Keeler herself that they aren't Native?
( Link to tweet )
Jacqueline should not, in my opinion, be trusted to speak on issues of 'real native status'. Anyone who values mindlessly rooting out 'pretendians' over doing community work of real merit isn't worth giving the time of day to. Her evidence for most things is flimsy and should always be taken with a HEFTY grain of salt.
I need everyone to understand that obsessing over 'pretendians' and blood quantum and who has a right to claim nativeness is a fool's errand. Blood quantum as a concept is a tool of colonization, and is something we're still trying to shake off to this day. Smaller Native communities are losing their land rights and tribal sovereignty because of blood quantum stipulations put out by the government. At some point, there may be no one with a large enough quantum to claim tribal affiliation for these small bands, despite thriving communities still existing.
So, imagine our frustration at non natives pointing at people and saying 'lol I bet you're only 0.1% native, shut up' like that's some kind've all powerful gotcha. It displays a profound lack of understanding for our experiences and how we define nativeness. Please try and get that blood quantum is an issue that we as a community debate about all the time and that it's just.. something that's best left to those it effects. You aren't helping any indigenous people by perpetuating this shit.
I don't know what Sacheen's claim to Nativeness really is. I do not trust Jacqueline's word as far as I can throw it, which isn't very far. Her sisters openly hate her and seem to not know how to get their story straight. This all conveniently comes forward after her passing, so she couldn't defend or explain herself if she wanted to, and all of it feels very suspicious to me. I don't know what Sacheen's claim to Nativeness really is, and yanno what, I don't care. At the end of the god damn day, this sorta thing is not my business and it's not your business either.
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It's been abit since I've posted fantroll work, and now seems like a good time to announce that I will no longer be posting or interacting with the fantroll community on tumblr. If you followed me for that content, I appreciate it, and hope you find similar interest in my other work.
Along with that, I'd like to open a window into my issues with the community if only for myself. I have no interest in a debate so if it strikes a nerve feel free to vague post in your own space, but leave me out of it HAHA.
I'll start by saying that there are good people in the community, but sadly they're drowned out by a majority of bad apples. The complaints I have are a part of every community in some way, but when your community is maybe 50 people, if we're being generous, it becomes a much bigger issue.
I came back to the fantroll rp community in order to heal, I wanted to go back to my roots and find some joy in a space that ultimately helped shape me into who I am. I wanted comfort, I did not find that.
Nobody is perfect, and I've surely made mistakes along the way. I made a personal promise to drop people that give red flags, but failed to go through with it for the sake of others.
I'm a person with a lot of interest who moves around often because I want to try new things, so I've been in a lot of communities, but this is the only one I've ever had to make a boundaries page for, and even when I did it was ignored multiple times.
Beyond that, I've had people who don't even have my discord lie about me despite never speaking to me. I've had rude ask sent to me over taking money from other's who need it more because I chose to sell adopts while having a job. And. While I've never had a community wide group chat to shittalk me, I've seen it done to others by people that are supposed to be their close friends. Among all this is even more questionable behavior. Scammers, and suspect artwork, all of that.
I think it's very funny that this community tries so hard to seperate itself from the homestuck community as a whole while the members of it wrap their identity deeply around it. I just wanted somewhere to play around in Alternia's worldbuild but had to defend my what is pretty lenient canon compliance. 😅 Not even because of homestuck's problematic aspects, but just because someone thinks theyre a better writer.
I could go on for hours, but it's really not worth it to think about past this. All I'll say is that if you're unhappy in this community, even an inkling. There are better places. There's a reason everytime I look back here I found the community members have switched over to almost entirely new faces. That is not typical for other long lived spaces.
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10 Anti LO Asks
(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.)
1. The wild part to me about the "Persephone got approved Underworld citizenship" is it took what, a week at most? Even if you want to use IRL Royal examples, someone like Megan Markle would (if she had kept up the process) still need two YEARS to get approved of it at minimum which includes a lot of paperwork and staying in the country for prolonged time, but Persephone gets it in a few days with no process? Is there really nothing Persephone doesn't get handed to her on a silver platter?
2. "How to be a woke misogynistic :Add white before woman" I think this anon was tryna call antis misogynistic?? Which like. Some of the "criticism" ive seen is just people using lo as an excuse to be misogynistic against rs but most of it is genuine idk what they're going on abt 😭
3. ya know for claiming to be a "loving and supportive fandom with no drama" lo fans are by far the most cruel set of bullies i've ever seen, and I've been in a LOT of intense fandoms. and I can't even handwave these fans as just dumb kids, many of them are adult women who made a mid webcomic their entire world and would rather get a power high off the harassment and bullying of others who dare no obsess over what they do while still thinking they're "feminists". it's so weird 💀
4. Lol I love that the person typed that 'regular' people just drop it and move on when they dislike something. Apparently you're no longer a regular person for disliking and discussing a piece of media 😔
Anyway, LO can bite it. It's misogynistic and an insult to Greek culture among many other glaring flaws. The giant red flag of an age gap and power dynamic between them is one hell of a thing to defend y'all, and it's also a hell of a thing to praise 1 character for cheating but cheer on another character for doing the exact same thing 🙃🙃🙃
Also it's incredibly funny to me how LO stans are so so aggressive and condescending to us about disliking it when we're just minding our own business?? We ain't talking to you nor do we go out of our way to mess with your tags (tumblr is tumblr, y'know) unlike a few of y'all that I've seen specifically use the anti tag to start shit like a bunch of brats. We'll continue minding our own business talking about LO with both non-fans and fans who actually want to have a discussion instead of mindlessly praising it, and y'all should mind your own business.
5. This comic loves to claim it’s pro sexuality, pro kink, and pro female empowerment AND anti purity culture yet loves nothing more than framing sex outsides of Hades as bad, loves to push Purity culture to make Persephone look like the best woman ever, loves tearing other women down for not being the “right” type of woman, and consistently shames others’ consenting sex lives as gross and weird despite the whole comic being an obvious stretched out mess of Rachel’s office setting DDLG kink. Like??
6. I mean I get why LO Hera doesnt murder babies and all but it is an issue RS rides off "I'm not trying to be accurate!" when she makes Hades the "perfect" guy and Hera and Persephone the most desirable/amazing with zero flaws but then turns around and goes "oh well I'm being accurate!" to make Zeus be super mega awful and just make up stuff to pin on Apollo, Leto, and Thetis like?? you can't have it both ways?? Like she obvs picks and chooses who gets to be whitewashed and who doesnt.
7. Go figure LO fans to make Netflix all but closing down their entire animation department and laying off hundreds of people to STILL make it all about LO. I have countless friends who lost their jobs all en-masse with no warning and a neutered severance plan (NF purposely made it be four WEEKS instead of four MONTHS), the majority of them and their productions by BIPOC and/or LGBTQ+ creators and they're only worried over well-off and employed Rachel? Fuck off. I'm so upset over this.
8. Completely and utterly disappointed at LO being nominated for an Eisner again. I think Webtoon has the power to just nominate it every year and ignore all of their other series.
9. Listen we all know every award is just marketing and we know damn well Webtoons just pumps the with money to nominate LO but we know damn well they're giving way more money to pump up their brand now because the Batman comic is so lazily made yet was ALSO nominated for best webcomic and they're like "one of our BIGGEST HITS big ethel energy is being printed!" despite it being one of their most hated series that is lampooned for bad art and writing. anyway they need to be taxed more.
10. HXP is such boring, basic mythology shipping. Get back to me when they give Isis x Osiris and Dionysus x Ariadne the respect they deserve.
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Suptober Day 15: Smoke
On a Wednesday during lunch break, Sam Winchester found himself sitting on a bench in the school yard, watching his older brother Dean with a scowl. He was next to one of their mutual friends, Charlie Bradbury. Charlie was such a sweetheart, always kind and funny. If someone didn't like her, that was a big fat red flag.
Anyways, Dean.
Sam's "cool" older brother was hanging out around a bunch of older kids on the other side of the school yard, all of them smoking. Sam hated it. He hated the smell, hated that the others deemed it cool, and most of all hated that his generally responsible brother, whom he looked up to, ignored all the negative effects it would have on his health. Why was he so stupid?
"You look like someone stole your teddy bear", Charlie chirped, poking him in the side. Sam looked over to find her with a folder in her lap, drawing dragons across a math test.
"I don't understand why Dean's being stupid", Sam responded.
Charlie just shrugged, seemingly unimpressed. "He's a senior. Most of the people in my classes are pretty stupid, guess it's part of the teenage experience."
"You don't smoke", Sam pointed out.
"True. I don't see what it's all about."
"See?" Sam sighed and dropped his head back. "I hate it, mom hates it. Dad is angry about it. I think he just does it to mess with Dad, show him he can do what he wants or something. He's usually so much smarter than that."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie stop drawing to look over at him for a little while.
"It really bothers you, huh?"
Sam turned his head and quirked a brow. "Isn't it obvious?"
Charlie closed her folder and got up. "Okay, I have an idea. Wait here."
Then she marched off, straight over to the group of older kids. Sam watched as their heads turned. Some of the boys said something, to which Dean responded with an angry expression. Defending Charlie, probably. Not that she needed it. She proceeded to talk to Dean for a bit, who seemed to listen despite moving his head in an annoyed manner. Some of the other kids giggled, others listened with concern.
When Charlie returned, Sam looked at her with a giant question mark in his face.
"What did you say?"
She winked at him and sat down without a response, watching the group. For a minute or so, nothing changed. Then, slowly, Dean put out his cigarette, followed by two other kids. Sam watched as his brother split from the group, looking around the yard until he found Charlie's red mane. He came over with quick steps, a frown on his face.
"Are you messing with me?", he asked once he reached them.
"Nope", Charlie responded casually, picking up her doodles again.
Sam coughed, Dean reeked of smoke.
"Damn." Dean rubbed his jaw, staring into the air, thinking. Eventually he chuckled and reached out to ruffle his little brother's hair.
"Don't do that shit, Sammy." With that he turned and walked away, probably to find Benny and Cas.
"What did you tell him?", Sam asked curiously.
Charlie grinned. "I told him that I overheard all the hot popular kids in my class talking about how disgusting it is to kiss a smoker."
"Ugh", he responded with an eyeroll, "but it works I guess. Thanks."
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You are the Change you wanna see.
For years now, my go to solution in relationship struggles with people was to first do everything that I could to make it work, and then not participate anymore if it was visible that me and the other party were not going to agree despite my efforts at expressing how I feel.
It is completely logical, that I would grow up with this sort of emotional pattern, as my family has always made me feel that I needed to fend for myself emotionally. I knew that they were a lost cause since I was a kid. A level of self-repression and self-denial that was beyond introspection, as they refused to be honest with themselves, and whenever I would try to work with them, I would be made to be the guilty one, just for telling the truth.
That kind of dynamic creates a subconscious desire for a mix of autonomy (I don't want to be dependent on people, as people never grow up or change so it's dangerous) and a desperate urge to actually connect to someone, that actually will talk to you, reflect, process, grow with you. Friends, family and a partner that are interested in personal integrity and evolution, not just keeping their lives at surface level. So it feels very confusing...because when you meet anyone new, you don't know how to decide what to do with them, emotionally. A part of you is terrified of reliving the toxic family scenario, scared of another disappointment, ready to unleash and leave, just in case you could get hurt again, another part is excited at the perspective of a new, potentially deeper connection, regardless of its nature.
Here is the catch. Trapped between trauma, fear and desire and excitement, you can lose realism when it comes to human relationships. The reality is, relationships are a lifelong exercise in harmony, compromise and self assertion. A mix of needing to draw your boundaries, because the other person may not even be aware that they overstepped them, and putting yourself in the other person's shoes. A blend of compassion for yourself and the other. It takes time, work, and it never ends.
Having discovered that I suffered from that mentality, I think many of us are waiting. For that perfect day, that perfect alignment, perfect home, perfect person. We think, the next friend, the next partner, there won't be any arguments. I won't have to defend myself. I won't have to fight, I will be peaceful, we will solve all our problems through rational discussion. Then we go through the next person, and another...and we wonder what went wrong, again.
Sometimes, the problem is us, our bad patterns, choosing the wrong people, giving them too many passes, not to mention those people who actively sabotage their own relationships...but sometimes the problem is not understanding, that the process of human connection is inherently imperfect and requires constant tweaking.
To give you an example, until very recently I used to dream of something sudden changing and improving my life. A deus ex machina, that would right all the wrongs, recognise my efforts, take away the pain. Then I realised, that is never going to happen, and if it does, the timing of it is beyond my control, so looking at it with anticipation is not going to work. I used to dream about moving away from my roommate situation, but what I really wanted was the improvement in my relationships. I wanted to be able to live in peace...which is not achieved by running away, but by discussing my feelings and preferences honestly, and setting boundaries where I need to. A magical change is not going to make everyone suddenly behave better. If you want someone to do better by you, you have to talk to them about it.
All that being said, some situations are of course deal breakers, and you should not sleep on red flags, if someone persistently refuses to show basic decency. If you try to work on a connection over and over again, and the other party doesn't do their part of the work. That happens too, and then, indeed, leaving is the only option, even if it breaks your heart.
It may sound said to forego an idea of a magical wish fulfilment...but embracing this truth of relationships is actually the road to happiness. Because now, you don't put unrealistic expectations on people. Now, you don't have unrealistic expectations of your life. Now, you know that waiting for the next transit, the next big break is not going to magically improve your life. Now, you have the power to improve what is in front of you, what you have at your disposal. And when you do that, magic happens, and you discover so many things, that you could have done for yourself all along.
Suddenly, before you notice, that big break you were looking for is here. You were it all along. Not you, excluded of other people, but you as a perspective shift, that allows you to channel your creating and transforming power, also into your connections with others. Because now, you are realistic about what needs to be done, what you can do, what you want to do, and what you can improve, by yourself, and with someone else.
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Crazy thought... But maybe you're the problem
I don't even care if you see this.
I took a couple of days to think about even making this post because I am not sure if it's worth my time responding to someone who lives in the delusions inside their head, but hey, here I am.
I can't believe I never saw all the lies and ignored all the red flags in the 8 year friendship we had. I remained loyal to you despite all the warnings I got from multiple people. "She's a narcissist," "She's self absorbed" they would tell me... little did I know they would end up being right all along. I never did ANYTHING to you except tell you how you made me feel. I defended you time and time again to people who would talk about you when you weren't around. I publicly supported you and shared your accomplishments on social media. So why do you have so much animosity and hatred towards me? I had a mutual friend reach out to me through Instagram about posts you were making on facebook, that pertained to me and others. So, I went back and I've read all your blogs and posts you've made over the past several months. Why? We haven't spoken in 2...3? years. I do not speak about you to other people, aside from the friend who reach out to me about said posts that one time. So what the actual fuck, Kristi?
Let me first start by making it VERY CLEAR that I had nothing to do with whatever you keep going on about that happened during Christmas, so please, leave my name out of it. Not that I think anything actually happened and instead it's something you've made up. Again.
Secondly, and this is the one that really ticked me off, what gives you the right to make up such a blatant lie when it comes to Nick? You are even manipulating your blog posts just in case he reads them (he wont) which is truly pathetic. You know the reason I had an issue with Nick is because of the message he sent me after sleeping with me. Not because he wanted to use a condom. I mean, which part of your ass did you pull that from? Because it's utterly ridiculous as I was very strict about using condoms which is why I kept them. Did I get a little ticked when he asked me if I was "clean" considering he slept around a lot more than I did? Sure. But that was not the issue I had with him and you know it. And further more, you go on to say I hated him but still follow him on social media.... yet don't elaborate on the fact that I followed him BECAUSE you asked me to. I friended him on facebook because you wanted me to, so you could stalk him through me, you delusional asshole. You wanted to know if he was still with Miriam and would straight up ask me to check his profile for you since he has you blocked on every social media platform. Then you actually used my Instagram to DM him some ridiculous bullshit about Amy trying to have you ejected from the city.... because you think this is fucking Gossip Girl and Amy is Blair Waldorf or some shit. None of that happened. It's another fabrication that you've made up in your head... just like this whole thing with Nick is. You and Nick never had an real adult relationship. He had an affair with you... over a decade ago, yet you are still obsessed with him. It's extremely unhealthy and, honestly, a bit scary. I would be scared if I were him or his girlfriend. I have spoken to Nick a couple of times since You and I stopped being friends and have no animosity towards him anymore, especially not over something that happened 11 years ago. But let's talk about you for a second. A few weeks before we stopped talking, you told me Jessica was a terrible person. You actually said several unkind things about Jessica. Then like a month after we stopped talking you came into town and who did you hang out with? Jessica. Then you came into town like a month ago and who did you hang out with? Jessica. So who is the fake person here, Kristi?
And lastly.... You've made several posts about how multiple people have called you a narcissist, selfish, self absorbed, etc. and how no one understands you. It's always everyone else's fault, not yours. Did you ever stop to think that maybe you actually are the problem. You minimize everyone else's issues and time and try to maximize your own. What I mean by that is that everything is, quite literally, always about you. Even when you aren't specifically talking about yourself, it's somehow STILL about you. You say you can't be a narcissist because you do nice things for others. Do you do nice things just to do nice things or do you do nice things so that you can brag and post about the nice things that you do? Do you do nice things to feel superior to others? Because that's how I see it since you like to throw what you have done for others into their faces. Just reading your post entitled "friends" says it all... it's all about YOU YOU YOU. Your friends are only good for what they do for YOU, how they make YOU feel important. You literally said "No one gets excited for me" "No one cares about where i've been or what my story is." & "None of the people who know what I've been through give any flying fuck." (Well, I did until you told me to fuck off and treated me like shit in general.) And you once said that I never said I was proud of you (which i totally did, publicly on facebook) yet you never once told me you were proud of me. You never got excited for me. You never cared about my story (Do you even know my story?) I remember hand making/drawing you a "congratulations" card that I sent to you in the mail for an achievement you got in school because I was happy for you. Only to hear you drone on and on about how your friends left you, Amy this or Angie that. I was never a good enough friend to you because I was not Amy of Angie. You always made me feel like absolute shit, but I digress. You are a perpetual victim of your own making but then also want to play martyr so you can go down in history a hero, not because whatever your cause of the moment is just the right thing to do. You constantly talk about your "legacy" (If i have to read that word one more time...) your book, your life, your self. You come of smug when you make comments about how you are are getting things done and doing things with your life... as if you're somehow better than others because you are going to college. Yet when criticism comes about how you might be making other people feel, you tell them to "fuck off" That's what you did to me. I told you that you make everything about you and you're literal reaction was "FUCK OFF" Judging from your posts, it seems other people have made similar criticisms towards you and you've told them all to fuck off and now you are complaining that you are alone. Well....? I mean....the common denominator is you.
I am sorry that you've had a shit life and have shit health problems, but your problems are not the only ones that matter and they damn sure don't matter more than anyone else's problems. If you actually stopped to listen and care what other people say, you might find yourself a little less lonely. It's a two way street. And your mental health is not an excuse to constantly treat people like shit. I have been depressed almost my entire life and I never used that as an excuse as to why I couldn't be there as a friend to you because I was literally always there for you, even when I wasn't in the best headspace. That's what friends do & you are simply not a good friend.
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Yandere Brothers and Poly! Yandere! MC
The old uno reverse card. My favorite.
I don't know if this is alright but heyyy I did it anyways. I might do the others later too because I really like this scenario, but I need more time bro.
WARNING! THIS IS YANDERE, IT IS NOT LOVE
Lucifer
He might notice your tendencies before the other's do, but he doesn't really think much of it.
It's not like you're going to outwit him if you're lying, but he really doesn't have to worry about about it. You legitamently don't seem like you want to leave.
So he just enjoys life, going on day to day as if you both aren't infatuated with one another, but just regular lovers.
Sure, his more anal tendencies of planning do come up, but it's quiet easy to sway him away from any sort of restraints when you're such a good partner.
He's still incredibly strict though, even if you do manage to wiggle your way out of his more suffocating traits.
Thankfully, making it up to Lucifer is rather simple, it's just that you have to be willing for it to actually work.
Mammon
Definitely doesn't pick up on your shared traits at all.
It's like any red flags regarding your reciprocated affection goes right over his head.
(^^I can't tell if that's for the worst, or for the better in this scenario)
Really though, you can't blame him. Mammon is around you constantly. That means there isn't a chance for abnormal behaviors to be caught, as they've practically been jammed into the relationship since the beginning.
So he pretty much thinks everything you do is normal, and absolutely amazing. There's no complaints here.
Except, for, of course when you grt on him for being overly protective around his brothers.
This is always a topic of fighting in the household.
He doesn't like that you can't be his in the same way that he is yours. It drives him crazy. Especially seeing you get so fired up when a lower ranking demon hits on him, or witches try to kill him, or whatever. He wishes he could defend you, protect you, posses you in the same way you do him.
But instead, he has to share, and he really hates that most of all.
Especially because it's you who says so, and that means you're agree with Lucifer. Gross.
Leviathan
Yeah he probably figures it out really quick.
But, it will take him a while to actually, fully believe it.
(Afterall, how could someone want to be around him after knowing what he does? How could you still desire him after witnessing the envy and utter obsession that possess his bones? There must be something wrong with you.)
He feels bad reciprocating these feelings. Despite you being totally willing, it's almost worse then if you weren't.
At least he can understand your utter hatred for them. He could live with that. This though? It's confusing and he can't tell if he's taking advantage of you or not.
Really, it doesn't make this any easier.
But at least he doesn't have to sneak around to steal your stuff anymore -something Lucifer strictly banned after Mammon and Levi began to stockpile your clothes without your knowledge-. All he has to do is just ask and he shall receive, which doesn't make it any less embarrassing.
Thankfully though, due to your own assertiveness as a yandere, Levi is kinda knocked down a peg. He still has his moments, but there's sort of an understanding; the regonization that you and him are meant for one another, and simply nothing will get in between that.
Satan
He thinks this is so cute.
You're so utterly desperate for his attention that he barely even has to try.
(That doesn't mean he won't, of course. He has six rivals all fighting for your affection. It just goes a lot easier when you're as willing and desperate as he is.)
The only downside in this scenario is he probably doesn't get to use you as much.
You seem to be completely aware of everything happening around you right from the beginning.
There doesn't really seem to be much room to trick you, especially when you seem to be using the same tactics against him.
He does like watching you try to pull these little stunts off though.
Admittedly, it's a lot easier to isolate and control when you're a big scary demon known for your wrath.
Watching you try to make up for that is hilarious... but he must give it to you, using your pact mark to keep him in place really is a good idea.
He'll get you back for it eventually though. Don't worry.
Asmodeus
At first he finds this absolutely annoying.
You're just another one of his adoring fans. Whilst adorable with a wonderful personality, there's millions like you.
Millions that don't break into his room and steal his things.
(Ugh, Mc. All you had to do was ask!)
Fate always has a funny way of working out though, and eventually he finds himself stuck in between confusion and reciprocated feelings.
Love has never come easy for him. Obsession has, but it's more fleeting and sexual. This is different, this is more about you as a person, and figuring out that you feel the exact same way has him beyond overjoyed.
Now, Asmo views himself as much more civilized and romantic then his brothers, so he's going to woo you before he dives into this relationship.
He'll start by picking up on your traits, and specifically catering to them.
(Oh, you like stealing his clothes? Please leave alone the sweater perfectly laid out on his bed. You like the smell of him? It's not like he just put his favorite perfume in your room for a reason! Also those are absolutely his sex toys in your nightstand, he's not going to deny that.)
Asmo is obsessive, but out if all the brothers, he loves to be obsessed over the most.
Beelzebub
He's incredibly protective, so this doesn't exactly make him the happiest person.
(Especially since you do tend to pick fights with people. He really freaks out when you do that)
But, Beel isn't exactly the most perceptive. He just knows what he likes, and goes along with it. That's why he always, no matter how you act, views your relationship as lovingly mutual.
So not much changes, although he does find the fact that you sometimes try to sneak around him to be kinda funny.
Might sometimes let you believe he doesn't know what you're doing, even though anyone would be incredibly suspicious as to where their various clothing items have gone, or why their phone keeps rining in your back pocket.
He thinks it's rather cute, actually, how you obsess over his texts and such.
(He's never been one to do that, but he knows Belphie is, and he kinda accepts it as just a normal relationship quirk.)
Beel will also take any of your concerns and requests incredibly seriously. He feeds your delusion in a similar way that you feed his.
Belphegor
It's nice being in love with someone who acts the same way he does.
He still worries about you. He always will, especially after what he did, but it's not as bad because he knows you've forgiven him, even if he can't forgive himself
Honestly does get a little pissy when you act the same way around his other siblings -excluding Beel- but that's really to be expected.
So he just tries to combat your infatuation with them by increasing your infatuation with himself.
He'll leave his stuff in your room, send you pictures of himself throughout the say, encourage your sneaking behaviors by leaving around little notes congratulating you for finding them.
It's a game to him now.
One that actively annoys his siblings, which is a bonus in his eyes.
Afterall, why should he care what they think? You're the most important thing in the world. If you're happy, especially with him, he can only continue.
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little things
Rating: Gen
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, SoftBoi!Rodrick, Insecure!Reader
Ship: Rodrick Heffley x Reader
Warnings: Body Image, Eating Disorders / Body Dysmorphia, Insecurity
A/N: this is. SO shmoopy and cheesy lmaoooo but this was an anon request and i live to please :) enjoy!
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You dragged yourself through your front door, kicking off your shoes in the foyer. The house was dark - your parents were probably asleep already.
You had just spent the day with Rodrick at Six Flags, and you were exhausted from spending all day in the hot sun, running around with your boyfriend like children. You smiled to yourself thinking about the events of the day, the thrill of the rollercoasters you went on.
You clutched the teddy bear Rodrick had won you close to your chest as you slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.
You entered your room and tenderly placed the bear on the bed, giving it a little kiss on the head as you did so before starting your night routine. Change into pajamas, brush teeth, wash face. As you were putting on your final face cream, your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. You knew who it was from the specific rhythm of the vibration - two short bursts, like a heartbeat.
Rodrick had sent pictures of you two from today - a lot of selfies, but also a couple of far away shots that Rodrick had harassed people into taking for you. People rarely were able to say no to Rodrick once he had gotten an idea into his head - even if that idea was wrapping himself around a street lamp like a stripper for a good picture.
You finally, blissfully laid down in bed, letting out a giant groan as you cracked your back. You browsed the photos, feeling your heart-rate pick up as you gazed at Rodrick in the pictures. He looked so cute today - he had been wearing cut off black jeans, black high-top vans, and a loose button down Hawaiian shirt, half-way unbuttoned to show off his tanned chest and the multiple layers of silver necklaces he was wearing. His nails were painted black, but his eyes were free of makeup, simply accented by his naturally long eye-lashes and the smile-lines around his eyes.
After admiring Rodrick, you turned your gaze to yourself in the pictures. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. When you had left the house this morning, you had felt pretty confident in your outfit - just ripped jean shorts and a crop-top with converse. But as you looked closer, you couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied you felt with the way you looked in the pictures.
As you continued to scroll through, the more faults you found in your appearance. Your thighs being squeezed by your shorts, which didn’t feel too tight but apparently were not as flattering as you thought. In one picture, you were sitting down on a bench, your legs over Rodrick’s lap, but you couldn’t stop staring at the roll of your stomach that came over the waistband of your shorts. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you stubbornly refused to cry. You spent a long time trying to feel confident in yourself - you weren’t going to let that hard work be ruined by a few unflattering photos.
However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way your body looked in those pictures. You got up to stand in front of your full length mirror, looking at the reflection critically. You were craning your neck to look at your butt when you heard a soft tap-tap-tap at the window. You jumped about 2 feet in the air before you realized it was just Rodrick, grinning from outside the window and placing a wet kiss on the glass, making you laugh. He made a grossed-out expression when he realized the glass was not as clean as he thought it was, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand.
“I swear to God, you’re like a toddler. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to lick random surfaces?” you asked as you opened the window to let him in. He folded himself gracefully through the window, all long limbs and messy hair. You felt both comforted and electrified in his presence.
“Since when have I ever listened to any authority figure?” Rodrick asked, grinning wolfishly and leaning down to kiss you softly, juxtaposing his rebellious tone. For someone with such a seemingly hard exterior, Rodrick was always very gentle and sweet with you. It was one of the things you loved most about him - he seemed to hate everyone but you. It made you feel special and appreciated.
As he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Have you been crying? Your eyes are red,” he said, making a pouty face. You shrugged, turning away and shaking your head.
“No, just allergies probably.”
Rodrick scoffed, “Sure, allergies. You’re a bad liar, you know that?”
You refused to look at him, instead going to your record player and flipping through the vinyls you had stacked in a black milk-crate. “I’m not a bad liar,” you said half-heartedly, not really able to come up with any other excuse.
“You totally are, you avoided eye contact and everything. Seriously, what's wrong? Do you not like the bear?” Rodrick asked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself smile despite your bad mood.
“No, I love the bear. I named him Sasha Bear-on Cohen. Get it?” you said, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Ahh, a-very nice,” Rodrick replied in his best Borat impression. You giggled. He gave you a squeeze, hands warm on your waist, but the sensation made you self-conscious about your body again, and you wiggled away. You couldn’t understand how Rodrick could bear to touch you. You had no idea why he was attracted to you in the first place. It made tears spring to your eyes again, and you sniffled.
“Y/n”, Rodrick said softly, looking genuinely concerned. “I know you. You don’t get sad for no reason - unless you’re on your period, or you start thinking too much about the Mars Curiosity Rover.”
You sighed, but you knew he had a point. It took you a minute to get your thoughts into words before you spoke.
“I just... I know its silly. But those pictures - you look like a Hot Topic wet dream and I look... I don’t know. I just don’t like the way I look. And most of the time I don’t let it bother me - at least, I try - but I hate having my picture taken because whenever I see them, all I can see is the things I hate about myself. So. Yeah.”
You feel the tears making steady rivers down your cheeks, and your voice shakes as you speak. Rodrick listens attentively, sitting on the foot of your bed. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. His hand rests on your leg - not constraining you or placating you with a hug, just letting you know he’s there.
“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you this without sounding like a giant cheese-ball, but... holy fuck. You are so beautiful. I - every time I look at you all I can think is goddamn, I can’t believe she’s into a loser like me. And don’t argue, it’s just a fact,” he says quickly as you try to defend him from his own self-deprecation.
“I’m not good with words... I’m more of a man of action, y’know?” he says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You smack him on the arm, but his silly expression still makes you smile.
“But, I can still tell you - and don’t repeat this to anyone ever because I’ll never live it down - you give me butterflies. Every time. No matter if you’re in pajamas or a ballgown. You make me feel like a stack of pancakes with warm butter and syrup,” he pauses as you laugh, his warm brown eyes gazing into yours. “Just... I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. You make my bones feel funny. That’s how beautiful you are.”
Rodrick finally wraps his arms around you. You let yourself be folded into the embrace, feeling content and more than a little overwhelmed by his confession.
“Thank you,” you murmur, unable to find any other words at the moment. You want to say all of that back to him, ten-fold. You want to tell him he makes you feel like flashing concert lights and Fourth of July fireworks. But your mouth can’t make the words, so you just wrap your arms around him tighter.
“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. You simply nod, already moving up the bed and pulling back the covers as Rodrick goes to turn out the lights.
In the dark of the room, only illuminated by the street-lamp outside your house, Rodrick looks very alien - all long lines and lean angles. It makes your heart-rate kick up again, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks. It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed, or even been intimate, but this feels... different.
Rodrick tucks himself in next to you on your bed - it’s a queen size, so it fits both of you well enough that you could sleep together not touching if you wanted to. But Rodrick is a big cuddler at heart, even if he would deny it to his grave. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his chest, already being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
You feel like it’s important to tell him before you both lose the tenderness of the moment, so you finally open your mouth to speak.
“I’m so lucky. I know you think you’re... a loser, or whatever but, Rodrick. You aren’t. You are so beyond cool, and brave, and courageous. Thinking about you makes my head spin. And whenever I see you... I’m home.” You trail off, feeling awkward, but Rodrick simply tightens his arms around you, stroking your back with his fingers.
“If I knew we were getting this sentimental I wouldn’t have brought lube... and maybe a few tissues,” he snickers, and you pinch his nipple, causing him to squeal.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch,” he teases back, and you sigh softly, feeling your body and mind relax. You had almost completely forgotten about the pictures - and at this point, you didn’t really care. The pictures didn’t speak. The only voice telling you that you weren’t beautiful was the one inside your head, and it could definitely be a bitch sometimes.
You could’ve imagined it, but as your brain was finally shutting down, you could’ve sworn you heard Rodrick start to sing, “you are my sunshine... my only sunshine...”
“you make me happy... when skies are gray...”
“you’ll never know, dear, how much i love you...”
“please don’t take my sunshine away...”
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BATFAMILY WITH A GEN Z BIMBO SISTER HEADCANONS .
batfamily x batsis! reader
Synopsis: if the batfamily had a sister who was a gen z bimbo. y/n is inspired by tiktoker chrissy chlapecka
This contains: Fluff, Crack, Reader being LGBTQ+ but not specified exactly, reader is older then damian + about the same age as Tim, damian may be ooc in this
Warnings: unedited
Y/n = Your name
— you're the sibling everyone knows and talks about because of how different you are compared to your other siblings
— mostly because of your style
— the batfamily's usual wardrobe color palette consists of dark colors, meanwhile you're in the front wearing pink sparkly outfits with a smile on your face
— dick loves your style, will accept some of your fashion advice
— you were the one of the few who supported his mullet phase #RIPDick'sMullet
— you made everyone in the manor at least one pink suit
— all of them declined, stephanie and dick considered it
— "hey dad, best father, papa, daddy have you thought about—" ~ y/n
— "no y/n we will not paint that batmobile pink." ~ bruce
— "🥺"
— he did allow you to put a "Love Wins" sticker on the batmobile with a pride flag though
— one time bruce made you upset and tried to convince alfred to protest against him about how BRUCE should clean the house instead
— alfred liked the idea but didn't go all the way with it, he did make bruce make his own dinner though
— no matter what, tim is your ride to die
— he's always too tired to comprehend your nonsense but he goes with it
— coffee runs all the time, but you pay because women can do anything men can do 💳
— well you use bruce's credit card so basically he's paying but no one cares about that right now!! 👹
— you paint tim's nails sometimes but he only lets you do red,black, or clear.
— if he's asleep (which is very rare) you paint them pink with hello kitty on them :)
— your one of the reasons he doesn't sleep, if he does he locks the doors
— you and jason bicker sometimes but if anything happened you both do not hold back in defending the each other
— jason is your shopping buddy as much as he doesn't want to, you make him carry your bags
— when guys would flirt or make dirty remarks with you in public, he was gonna step up and defend you
— but then he witness you shout and almost stomp on a college student with your heels so he stood down and just observed
— you got kicked out the mall but it was worth it
— damian is your sweet baby angel who happens to know how to kill and hide bodies 😇
— based on your personality, we know for a fact that damian couldn't stand you when he met you
— you treated him like a child despite he was a child but that angered him to know end
— to him you dressed like a harlot, and he didn't hold back on telling you
— that moment you almost snatched his ass up, you were the elder he was the child and you laid him out
— you told him that you should show respect to everyone including women, how you dress doesn't defy who you are
— this surprised damian because he never saw you get upset like this and he kinda regretted saying that
— you educated him on how woman should be treated and you both slowly started to trust eat other again
— he still can't really stand you but he likes your attention and when you praise him and such
— you do skin care routine every night after patrol together
— y'all spill tea and gossip about the other brothers
— "I heard grayson was flirting with Barbara again but you didn't hear that from me 🤭" ~ damian
— "what omg I thought him and kori were doing so good 🥺" ~ y/n
— "i don't know, but it's none of my business 🙄" ~ damian
— he's your date to galas so you both can gossip
— alot of tim and damian's friends have a crush on you
— galas are fun because you can talk about politics for hours even though you can't figure out how algebra works
— yeah being a gen z bimbo is the life
Thanks for reading! Feel free to reblog if you like to. Not sure if anyone did something similar to this but if someone did please let me know so I can credit them if needed! Bye!
— MYA 💭
#batfam#batbros#batsis x batfam#batsis#dc#batman#batman and robin#nightwing#red robin#red hood#dick grayson#tim drake#jason todd#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne
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Canon Kyman without any positive changes in their relationship is abusive.
Just because Kyle fights back, doesn't mean he is not a victim. Yes you can be "friends" with your bullies. I was friends with a bully for 6 years of my life. Wasn't fun. You get attached to people. Sometimes they abuse you and you think you can handle it. You love that person in a way, because sometimes they do make you happy. Other times you feel like you are in danger when you are with them, yet you stay. You cannot leave because you keep giving them a second chance. "Maybe they will change? Maybe I'm a bad friend? Maybe they had a bad day? Maybe I deserve this? Maybe...maybe...maybe..."
"Maybe I am a victim".
This relationship isn't working. It's making you suffer. You can't continue on believing that this person is your friend. No matter how many times they've been good to you. No matter how many times they've held your hand, told you they love you and care about you. It doesn't matter. Because as soon as they hit you, choke you, make you do thing you don't want to. That is where you draw the line and leave, ir it will continue on untill you are nothing but their play thing. You may not realise it at first, but it is important to see the red flags and realise you cannot change them. They will always be like this. Just leave.
Perhaps I made this too personal, but it is a real life example I chose to share from my experience. You can fight back when someone abuses you. I know I have many times. You can call that person an asshole, if they've verbally disrespected you. You can call them a bitch or a fattas if you feel like they are being horrible to you or to others. Fighting back does not make you not the victim in a situation where you need to defend yourself or/and others.
We as humans make friends with people all the time. We hang out with them. We get attached. And sometimes that attachment doesn't let us see that something in our relationship is wrong, or that we shouldn't continue despite the major problems. This especially happends with younger people, who are often naive or too young to understand the difference between abusive and healthy relationship. They may feel like something is wrong, but not do anything about it.
I didn't really provide examples from the show itself. I made an example of a similar relationship I had with a person that was once really important in my life (so was I in their life, considering I was their only friend). There have already been many takes on this topic, I just thought expressing it in this way would help me not only share my opinion but also vent out all the frustration I had burried deep in my memories.
In conclusion, Kyman is not healthy when it comes to canon. It's okay to ship them if you think there's a possibility of their relationship being heathy in the future. Heck here's the thing, I enjoy Kyman! But I do not think the way their relationship is now is in any way healthy. You can call them arc-rivals if you want, but I don't think that's what they are currently.
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I feel as if many people, myself included, have been having problems with the way “critical thinking” is conducted in fandom circles more and more. Which I’d say is a good thing, because it means we’re thinking critically. But still the issues with the faux-critical mentality and with the way we consume media through that fandom group mentality are incredibly widespread at this point, despite being very flawed, and there are still plenty of people who follow it blindly, ironically.
I sort of felt like I had to examine my personal feelings on it and I ended up writing a whole novel, which I’ll put under the cut, and I do welcome other people’s voices in the matter, because while I’m being as nuanced as I can here I obviously am still writing from personal experience and may overlook some things from my limited perspective. But by and large I think I’ve dissected the phenomena as best I can from what I’ve been seeing going on in fandom circles from a safe but observable distance.
Right off the bat I want to say, I think it's incredibly good and necessary to be critical of media and understand when you should stop consuming it, but that line can be a bit circumstantial sometimes for different people. There are a lot of anime that I used to watch as a teenager that I can’t enjoy anymore, because I got more and more uncomfortable overtime with the sexualization of young characters, partly because as I was getting older I was really starting to realize how big of an issue it was, and I certainly think more critically now than I did when I was 14. Of course I don’t assume everyone who still watches certain series is a pedophile, and I do think there are plenty of fans that understand this. However I still stay away from those circles and that’s a personal choice.
I don’t think a person is morally superior based on where they draw the line and their own boundaries with this type of stuff, what’s more important is your understanding of the problem and response to it. There are series I watch that have a lot of the same issues around sexualization of the young characters in the cast, but they’re relatively toned down and I can still enjoy the aspects of the series I actually like without it feeling as uncomfortable and extreme. Others will not be able to, and their issues with it are legitimate and ones that I still ultimately agree with, but they’re still free to dislike the series for it, after all our stance on the issue itself is the same so why would I resent them for it?
Different people are bound to have different lines they draw for how far certain things can go in media before they’re uncomfortable watching it and it doesn’t make it a moral failing of the person who can put up with more if they’re still capable of understanding why it’s bad to begin with and able to not let it effect them. But I don’t think that sentiment necessarily contradicts the idea that some things really are too far gone for this to apply, the above examples aren’t the same thing as a series centered solely around lolicon ecchi and it doesn’t take a lot of deep analysis to understand why. It’s not about a personal line anymore when it comes to things that are outright propaganda or predatory with harmful ideals woven into the message of the story itself. Critical thinking means knowing the difference between these, and no one can hold your hand through it. And simply slapping “I’m critical of my interests” on your bio isn’t a get out of jail free card, it’s always evident when someone isn’t truly thinking about the impact of the media they consume through the way they consume it.
I think the issue is that when people apply “Critical thinking” they don’t actually analyze the story and its intent, messages, themes, morals, and all that. Instead they approach it completely diegetically, it’s basically the thermian argument, the issue stems from thinking about the story and characters as if they’re real people and judging their actions through that perspective, rather than something from a writer trying to deliver a narrative by using the story and characters as tools. Like how people get upset about characters behaving “problematically” without realizing that it’s an intentional aspect of the story, that the character needs to cause problems for there to be conflict. What they should be looking at instead is what their behavior represents in the real world.
You do not need to apply real-world morals to fictional characters, you need to apply them to the narrative. The story exists in the real world, the characters and events within it do not. Fictional murderers themselves do not hurt anyone, no one is actually dying at their hands, but their actions hold weight in the narrative which itself can harm real people. If the character only murders gay people then it reflects on whatever the themes and messages of the story are, and it’s a major issue if it's framed as if they’re morally justified, or as if this is a noble action. And it’s a huge red flag if people stan this character, even if the story itself actually presents their actions as reprehensible. Or cases where the murderers themselves are some kind of awful stereotype, like Buffalo Bill who presents a violent and dangerous stereotype of trans women, making the character a transmisogynistic caricature (Intentional or otherwise) that has caused a lot of harm to the perception of trans women. When people say “Fiction affects reality” this is what they mean. They do not mean “People will see a pretend bad guy and become bad” they mean “Ideals represented in fiction will be pulled from the real world and reflected back onto it.”
However, stories shouldn’t have to spoon-feed you the lesson as if you’re watching a children’s cartoon, stories often have nuances and you have to actively analyze the themes of it all to understand it’s core messages. Oftentimes it can be intentionally murky and hard to parse especially if the subject matter itself is complicated. But you can’t simply read things on the surface and think you understand everything about them, without understanding the symbolism or subtext you can leave a series like Revolutionary Girl Utena thinking the titular Utena is heterosexual and was only ever in love with her prince. Things won’t always be face-value or clear-cut and you will be forced to come to your own conclusions sometimes too.
That’s why the whole fandom-based groupthink mentality about “critical thinking” doesn’t work, because it’s not critical. It’s simply looking into the crowd, seeing people say a show is problematic, and then dropping it without truly understanding why. It’s performative, consuming the best media isn’t activism and it doesn’t make you a better person. Listening to the voices of people whom the issues directly concerns will help you form an opinion, and to understand the issues from a more knowledgeable perspective beyond your own. All that means nothing if you just sweep it under the rug because you want to look infallible in your morality. That’s not being critical, it’s just being scared to analyze yourself, as well as what you engage with. You just don’t want to think about those things and you’re afraid of being less than perfect so you pretend it never happened.
And though I’m making this post, it’s not mine or anyone else’s job to hold your hand through all this and tell you “Oh this show is okay, but this show isn't, and this book is bad etc etc etc”. Because you actually have to think for yourself, you know, critically. Examples I’ve listed aren’t rules of thumb, they’re just examples and things will vary depending on the story and circumstance. You have to look at shit on a case-by-case basis instead of relying on spotting tropes without thinking about how they’re implemented and what they mean. That’s why it’s analysis, you have to use it to understand what the narrative is communicating to its audience, explicitly or implicitly, intentionally or incidentally, and understand how this reflects the real world and what kind of impact it can have on it.
A big problem with fandom is it has made interests synonymous with personality traits, as if every series we consume is a core part of our being, and everything we see in it reflects our viewpoints as well. So when people are told that a show they watched is problematic, they react very extremely, because they see it as basically the same thing as saying they themselves are problematic (It’s not). Everyone sees themselves as good people, they don’t want to be bad people, so this scares them and they either start hiding any evidence that they ever liked it, or they double down and start defending it despite all its flaws, often providing those aforementioned thermian arguments (“She dresses that way because of her powers!”).
That’s how you get people who call children’s cartoons “irredeemable media” and people who plaster “fiction=/= reality!” all over their blogs, both are basically trying to save face either by denying that they could ever consume anything problematic or denying that the problematic aspects exist all together. And absolutely no one is actually addressing the core issues anymore, save for those affected by them who pointed them out to begin with, only for their original point to become muffled in the discourse. No one is thinking critically because they’re more concerned with us-vs-them group mentality, both sides try to out-perform the other while the actual issue gets ignored or is used as nothing more than a gacha with no true understanding or sympathy behind it.
One of the other issues that comes from this is the fact that pretty much everyone thinks they’re the only person capable of being critical of their interests. That’s how you get those interactions where one person goes “OK [Media] fan” and another person replies “Bro you literally like [Other Media]”, because both parties think they’re the only ones capable of consuming a problematic piece of media and not becoming problematic themselves, anyone else who enjoys it is clearly incapable of being as big brained as them. It’s understandable because we know ourselves and trust ourselves more than strangers, and I’m not saying there can’t be certain fandoms who’s fans you don’t wanna interact with, but when we presume that we know better than everyone else we stop listening to other people all together. It’s good to trust your own judgement, it’s bad to assume no one else has the capacity to think for themselves either though.
The insistence that all media that you personally like is without moral failing and completely pure comes with the belief that all media that you personally dislike has to be morally bad in some way. As if you can’t just dislike a series because you find it annoying or it just doesn’t appeal to you, it has to be problematic, and you have to justify your dislike of it through that perspective. You have to believe that your view on whatever media it is is the objectively correct one, so you’ll likely pick apart all it’s flaws to prove you’re on the right side, but there’s no analysis of context or intent. Keep in mind this doesn’t necessarily mean those critiques are unfounded or invalid, but in cases like this they’re often skewed in one direction based on personal opinion. It’s just as flawed as ignoring all the faults in the stuff you like, it’s biased and subjective analysis that misses a lot of context in both cases, it’s not a good mindset to have about consuming media. It’s just another result of tying media consumption with identity and personal morals. The faux-critical mentality is an attempt to separate the two in a way that implies they’re a packaged deal to begin with, making it sort of impossible to truly do so in any meaningful way.
As far as I know this whole phenomena started with “Steven Universe Critical” in, like, 2016, and that’s where this mentality around “critical thinking” originated. It started out with just a few people correctly pointing out very legitimate issues with the series, but over time it grew into just a trend where people would make cutesy kin blogs with urls like critical-[character] or [character]crit to go with the fad as it divulged into Nostalgia Critic level critique. Of course there was backlash to this and criticism of the criticism, but no actual conversation to be had. Just people trying to out-do each other by acting as the most virtuous one in the room, and soon enough the fad became a huge echo-chamber that encouraged more and more outrageous takes for every little thing. The series itself was a children’s cartoon so it stands to reason that a lot of the fans were young teens, so this behavior isn’t too surprising and I do believe a lot of them did think they were doing the right thing, especially since it was encouraged. But that doesn’t erase the fact that there were actual real issues and concerns brought up about the series that got treated with very little sympathy and were instead drowning out people’s voices. Though those from a few years back may have grown up since and know better (Hopefully), the mentality stuck around and influenced the norm for how fandoms and fandom people conduct any sort of critique on media.
That’s a shame to me, because the pedestal people place fandom onto has completely disrupted our perception on how to engage with media in a normal way. Not everything should be consumed with fandom in mind, not everything is a coffee-shop au with no conflict, not everything is a children’s cartoon with the morals spoon-fed to you. Fandom has grown past the years of uncritical praise of a series, it’s much more mainstream now with a lot more voices in it beyond your small community on some forum, and people are allowed to use those voices. Just because it may not be as pleasant for you now because you don’t get to just turn your brain off and ignore all the flaws doesn’t mean you can put on your rose-tinted nostalgia goggles and pretend that fandom is actually all that is good in the world, to the point where you place it above the comfort and safety of others (Oftentimes children). Being uncritical of fandom itself is just as bad as being uncritical of what you consume to begin with.
At the end of the day it all just boils down to the ability to truly think for yourself but with sympathy and compassion for other people in mind, while also understanding that not everyone will come to the same conclusion as you and people are allowed to resent your interests. That doesn’t necessarily mean they hate you personally, you should be acknowledging the same issues after all. You can’t ignore aspects of it that aren’t convenient to your conclusion, you have to actually be critical and understand the issues to be able to form it.
I think that all we need is to not rely on fandom to tell us what to do, but still listen to the voices of others, take them into account to form our opinion too, boost their voices instead of drowning them out in the minutiae of internet discourse about which character is too much of an asshole to like. Think about what the characters and story represent non-diegetically instead of treating them like real people and events, rather a story with an intent and message to share through its story and characters, and whatever those reflect from the real world. That’s how fiction affects reality, because it exists in reality and reflects reality through its own lens. The story itself is real, with a real impact on you and many others, so think about the impact and why it all matters. Just… Think. Listen to others but think for yourself, that’s all.
#see i told you guys id find that essay and post it for real. i wasnt kidding.#good luck inbox of mine :praying:
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For Bad Things Happen: could you please do Keith strapped to an operating table with Shiro coming to rescue him? (Ironically the opposite of what happened in canon 😆)
Sure thing! I enjoyed this one, though I wrote the last bit with a fever so I’m hoping it makes sense and the quality didn’t drop.
@badthingshappenbingo
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Prompt: Strapped to an Operating Table
Warnings: human experimentation, noncon body modification, non-graphic amputation, non-graphic mouth whump, emeto, blood mention, death mention, threatened eye whump but nothing actually happens, needles
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The first few times, Keith fought against the restraints. Growled at the Druids that stuck needles in him and pulsed magic through his veins. Screamed his anger to disguise his fear, despite the fact that no one listened or cared.
That changed after the first surgery.
When they took his arm, a bit of his defiance went with it. He didn’t have the energy to fight so hard anymore. After all, it had been days with no sign of anyone coming for him, and now there was this thing attached to him that he refused to acknowledge as his own.
He didn’t know how Shiro did it. How he just...accepted something of hers being part of his body. Used it like it was nothing, like it had always been there. Like it hadn’t been crafted specifically for him by the witch who took pleasure in torturing him.
As the experiments dragged on, he still snapped his teeth at any fingers that strayed too close to his face. Still glared his hatred at the emotionless masks that hovered over him.
But he remained silent. Stoic. Stopped rubbing deep rivets into his wrists and ankles, pulling on metal straps that had no give. Haggar noticed the change, smirked that infuriating smirk and commented on how much better behaved he was.
He couldn’t fight anymore, but he wouldn’t let them see how he was crumbling to pieces inside. Only once he was returned to his cell did he allow himself to curl into a ball, metal arm laying out as far away from his body as possible, and let his thoughts run wild.
Why haven’t they come for me?
They’re not coming for me.
They shouldn’t come for me.
I don’t want them to endanger themselves.
I can’t keep doing this.
I want to go home.
The second major procedure wasn’t quite as bad as the first, though when the choices were ‘amputation without meds’ versus ‘teeth removal without meds’ it wasn’t really something he wanted to dwell on comparing.
A metal contraption was shoved into his mouth, the crank on it turned until his jaw was forced wide open, and Haggar herself took out both his upper canines and replaced them with what he’d find out later were fangs. She tended to lurk in the background while her Druids carried out the tests from day to day, but she took over the major stuff herself. Keith wasn’t sure what was worse, having to stare at the Druid’s masks, or at her ugly face. At least with the Druids he couldn’t tell that they were actually enjoying the whole thing.
And he didn’t have to worry about her seeing when a few tears slipped down to his temples.
That night in his cell he accidentally bit his tongue, his lip, then his tongue again with the sharp new fangs. He wanted to scream, wanted to rip them out with his bare hands, but he was too much of a coward to go through that pain again. She was turning him into something he didn’t want to be. She was making him look like...like them, like a monster, like the half of his biology that had enslaved and murdered so many people, the half that he tried so hard to pretend didn’t exist.
What will Shiro and the others think when they see me again? Will they even recognize me by the time she’s done with me?
Are they even coming?
It’s been so long. Has to have been over a week, at least.
Maybe it really is better if they don’t come at all.
The next experiment they ran made him violently ill. He really couldn’t afford to lose any of the sparse food they gave him, he’d already lost so much weight. The only good news was that they were forced to cut the testing short that day, dumping him back into his barren cell to fend for himself.
He was so tired. Tired of being there. Tired of being poked and prodded and cut and changed. His body was flagging, all of the substances they’d injected him with and the blood he’d continuously lost taking its toll.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. If the team was coming...they might be too late.
After that day of puking his guts out, he no longer even had the energy to glare or snap. He let them drag him to the lab, shove him onto the table, and pin him down with all the many restraints without so much as a sound, and stared up at the ceiling doing his best to ignore what was being done to him. All of his fighting now went into keeping the tears he could feel burning his eyelids from escaping.
Shiro...I’m sorry. I tried to stay strong. You should...you should just forget about me.
More time passed. By Keith’s best guess it had been a few weeks since he’d been captured, but he’d kinda stopped bothering to count. They strapped him down to the table again, and he didn’t even really care until Haggar appeared above him.
She was going to take something else from him.
How much more, until he was no longer himself at all?
“Such unusual eyes,” she croaked, dragging a far too sharp fingernail across his cheekbone. “More advanced than Champion’s, for sure, but still nothing like they could be.”
Dread crawled up Keith’s throat and stuck there, making it difficult to breathe. “No,” he whispered. “No, please, don’t…”
A smile lit up her face. “Ah, he finally begs. I’ve been wondering what it would take.”
He didn’t even care anymore. “Please don’t take my eyes, please.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” She turned to the side, busying herself with tools. “I’m only taking one for now.”
He was gonna be sick. Panic blared in his mind, burning his chest and throat and eyes...his eyes, his eyes. He’d never really liked them all that much. They were a weird color, not normal, an outer indication of how different he had always felt.
But he didn’t want them to be taken. He was...he was gonna end up looking like Sendak, wasn’t he? The thought only increased the pressing nausea.
He turned his head to the side, sure he was about to throw up, when an alarm began wailing out in the corridor. Red lights flashed overhead, and he squinted against them, confusion taking over his panic. Haggar and the Druids suddenly hurtled into motion, snatching up tools and gathering around the table, but their frenzy was interrupted by the door slamming open and more people pouring inside.
The next few moments were chaotic. Keith couldn’t lift up his head enough to see what was going on, but he heard the familiar enough sounds of fighting and dared to hope. That this was finally over, that someone had come for him, that he wouldn’t have to lose anything else, after all.
“Stop!” Haggar screeched. Her hand fisted in his hair, and his breath caught. “You really don’t want me to inject this into your precious Paladin. You see, I’ve been saving this for a later experiment.” A sharp point grazed the side of his neck. “Pure quintessence. What will it do to him? Even I don’t know. Quintessence is a tricky thing. I’m hoping it will bring out more of his superior lineage. But it could very well turn him feral.”
“Haggar. Don’t.”
That was Shiro. Shiro. He was really there!
“Then drop your weapons,” she hissed.
No. He was so close, so close! “Sh-shiro, please…”
“It’s okay, Keith. It’s gonna be okay.”
The silence was so thick that he could hear Shiro’s arm power down, hear two different bayards return to neutral and clatter quietly to the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears to stay put.
The crack of a gun split the air.
Keith’s eyes flew back open, but he barely saw Haggar jolt and disappear through the sudden pain stabbing through his neck. He screamed, and he didn’t know how much of it was from pain and how much from fear.
Shiro materialized over him, and he would have laughed aloud from relief if he hadn’t been shaking so hard. “Hey bud, it’s okay. You’re okay now.”
“N-no, no, get away, get back, get away from me. You can’t…” Keith sobbed. “I don’t wanna hurt you, you have to leave me.”
“We’re not leaving you,” Shiro replied firmly. “Look.” Gently, telegraphing his movements, he reached for the syringe and pulled it out of Keith’s neck, eliciting a whimper. Then he held it up for him to see the golden liquid. “She didn’t get to actually depress it, see? You’re good. You’re safe.”
Safe. A feeling that he’d never thought he’d have again. Shiro was here, running his hand through his greasy hair, and the others were cutting through the restraints, and it was over.
Except that it never really, truly would be. “Shiro, she...she…”
“I know.” He pointedly didn’t look at the arm and the teeth, but they were there on display for everyone to see. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get through this, okay? Together.”
He was free now. No more metal restraints. No more Druids or Haggar. Shiro gathered him up into a huge hug, and it was the best thing he had ever felt in his life.
“Okay,” he whispered, tears running down his cheeks and the front of Shiro’s armor. “Together.”
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politics dont work on dsmp like you think they do: a badly written analysis
ok ive been seeing posts about techno being ancap because he teamed with quackity and purpled so I thought Id write something out to get my thoughts out there. (not only those, those are just the ones that felt like a punch to the gut) nobodys gonna see this but none of my friends are into this fandom (understandably) that i can talk to so here we go!!!
warning, this is p long!! there are 3 sections:
Anarchy v. democracy (differences to real life)
tubbo v. schlatt: minecraft governments
specific types of posts that we hate to see/dont make sense
Anarchy v. democracy (differences to irl)
So the fact that there are differences from minecraft rp to irl is pretty obvious, but i still see people talking like its not so heres some points. I see a lot of people defend c!tubbo and lmanburg for making a government, but I dont think they see the imact of government (even democracy) on the dsmp because it works for countries irl. so here you go: theres like 20 active members on dsmp. only half are in lmanburg.
why does this matter? because (as techno has mentioned in a couple of streams) thats a very small amount of people. lmanburg as a country could operate as an equal nation, as they could all fit at one table to talk. literally. Imagine someone in your household or in your friendgroup declaring themselves president and then actually having the power to make laws and exile people. weird right? It doesnt matter if the friend is well-liked or elected, they still have the power to control everyone else with no repercussions. Technoblade and Philzas perspective is this: nobody here should be given the power, because it always changes them and turns sour fast. they advocate for anarchy, which sounds crazy and violent, but what they really want is the friend group to be back on equal terms.
compare this to united states politics and then you open up a completely different can of worms. Those who argue for a system to hold people accountable and to make a system for orderly mass change are still justified. principles of anarchy built for large nations are still valid, but MUCH easier to achieve on a small minecraft server
tubbo v. schlatt: minecraft governments
SO. lets talk about tubbos rule. he seems to have good intentions at first, and is definitely not as bad as schlatt, but things start to go badly as he realizes he can get away with more and more. say we give him a by for exiling tommy because he was manipulated. (even though a government allows those systems to happen IN THE FIRST PLACE).
Technos execution is the first glaring red flag of his presidency. you could say that he was doing it as revege for?? two withers?? but then quackitys speech and the existence of a hit list immediately counter that. IF the execution was for JUSTICE they would have let him have a TRIAL. thats why its called the JUSTICE system. They have a pre-built courthouse and everything!! Another example of tubbos presidency souring is the destruction of phils house. they kept a man who constantly moves around in house arrest for the crime of?? being friends with someone?? as well as break his windows and loot his chests, the very same thing he condemned tommy and ranboo for. (ranboo is not innocent either btw, i have a whole nother rant about why i lowkey cant stand ranboos character, but thats for later.)
Not to mention pressuring ranboo to hurt people he didnt have qualms with, continuing to force a no-armor rule despite residents having reason to be wary, and selectively choosing who to be in his "cabinet", pushing people like Niki, who have been there since the beginning, to the side for QUACKITY of all people who has a very scuffed moral compass.
What did schlatt do again? he raised taxes, especially for niki (one of the only things he is very much at fault for), broke trees and buildings, enforced borders, killed tubbo, and exiled two of his competitors. Personally, I'd say tubbo and schlatt are equally bad here, schlatt just seems worse because he made his intentions known.
specific types of posts that we hate to see
we as in me. i hate to see em. Political compasses??? ew. bad. dsmp has only 20 people and no economy. (quackity wants to make one to gain power, purpled made a unsucessful real estate buisness for laughs early on.) People associating the syndicate/anarhcy with violence and chaos?? NO. BAD. they just want the friend group to be equal again. they just want a system where they cant be betrayed, ignored, and stepped on for no reason.
-extra snowchester point because this gets on my nerves. the syndicate was not expecting tubbo to be there. they did not go in any buildings without permission. they were very upfront about their goals and suspicions. not once was violence threatened, even after learning about nukes. also do not try me with "but techno has withers!!" EVERYONE can get withers. withers are a nuisance but destroy land maybe 4-5 blocks deep.
TUBBO and MANY OTHER SERVER MEMBERS have stolen and walked on technos land and he did nothing. He SAW tubbo, knew about connor, etc. and he did nothing. If youre upset about techno stepping foot on tubbos land, be upset at tubbo for doing the same to techno first.
conclusion
anarchy in a server is just "hey can we not?? dictate the lives of out friends??" and governments of ANY KIND have hurt people on all occasions. this is not the same irl. please know the difference.
IF YOU READ ALL THIS: holy fuck. thank you. this is my first long textpost here, i dont expect to get any traction or anything, i just wanted to put my thoughts in order.
#dsmp writing#dsmp discussion#dsmp discourse#its probably tubbo critical?? idk you tell me i can add it#lmanburg#lmanburg critical#technoblade#hot takes#textpost#long reads#tubbo#dsmp tubbo#dsmp techno#philza#dmsp philza#niki nihachu#dsmp niki#dsmp schlatt#quackity#dsmp quackity#HOLY SHIT SO MANY TAGS#dream smp#feel free to comment or ask if you disagree want to add on or anything else#im always probably wrong n honestly i just would love to talk
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