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ainomica · 24 days
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[African American anon]
Okay when did Kylo become enemy #1 to puritans?
Like that person who was celebrating that Kylo wasn’t going to be redeem at first. Is a dc fan
Oooooh…okay he a controversial character but Batman have a son named D/mian (he a clustefuck because he og creator wanted him after their comic run, and than D/mian is at the mercy of dumbass writers 70% of the time)
But in a fighting game called Injustice where Superman became a villain and D/mian join him. Batman revealed that D/mian killed Dick Grayson, the first Robin and Nightwing in that universe.
Now it revealed it was an accident in a prequel comic…by d/misn throw a stick at Dick making the man trip and break his neck on a rock.
The first boy wonder everyone
But in the game it was like D/mian intentionally killed Dick and Batman, who was voiced by the legendary Kevin Conroy said
“You’re dead to me.” Toward his son
Now D/mian was raised by the league of shadows/assassins as he also Ra’s Al Ghul grandson. And didn’t meet his father until he was 10
But injustice was his first mainstream introduction so you can guess how non comics felt about him
Sorry if this anon brings the crazy person. But something I notice with D/mian and Kylo
Do I solely blame them and writers
Nearly every canon lore surrounding Ben and the ot trio basically let Sidious and Snoke get Ben on sliver platter
And the fact Han didn’t see Ben for 19 years until TFA
Bitch you a stranger to Ben not a parent
I’m saying that because superhero comics especially dc and marvel are heavily built upon the character assassinations of established characters like we saw in ST
But long term comic fans can’t see that with Kylo?
Okay, y’all really hate the white boys.
I can explain more in dms, but this issues why Ben got popular. Ain’t nobody going to feel sorry for a character who got everything the established characters had in a year
Like Rey Skywalker…that serial killer shit which jj Abrams. Actually I talk about an idea I saw in another anon after this one.
When did he became hated by Puriteens? Its hard to say. Its actually a funny lore on rylo fandom that even before "Rylo" or "Pro Ben Solo/Kylo ren" tag was even there, there existed an anti Kylo post! the very first post for his character was an anti post, asking if someone is gonna stan this "despicable" character or nah? clearly a threatening rhetoric.
The only REMOTELY similar phenomenon I see now, though not as severe is for Jinx manhwa fandom against Jaekyung. Most of the popular readers were convinced that guy is the worst toxic Seme to ever exist ( LMAO not even close especially when Kll/ng stalk.ing exists) as if they are not the one reading a genre where Semes usually are FAR WORSE abrasive than he ever was and now look like a fool for complaining over features that they asked for.
Kylo got a lot of hate because like Jaekyung people made it a moral issue to like him or not rather than just a regular stan or anti war. Most of fandom wankery comes from there when they making liking or hating a character a moral crusade. For Kylo it was because they insisted that their metaphor of comparing Em/pire with N*zi cannot be refuted and with Jae it was because they think the Uke is is crying bloody murder so he has to have r*ped him( idk what kind of noncon it is where someone gets threatened to be kicked out twice and the guy won't leave because he wants money but whatever, since when have haters ever loved logic)
Ben getting more hate because he is white , man etc is just them adding more excuses and more emotional threat against anyone who would think of switching to liking him because he is interesting. Although with Anglo fandom, and as we saw with Kllmonger, we do know skin color played a huge role in stan reaction.
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azurewoods · 3 years
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bnha 304‼️
(so, in summary, I think Todoroki Shoto is the other vestige on OFA. yep, here we go again)
Deku stans, how are we feeling? finally we got to see our favorite boy and, not less important, the two mysterious vestiges (it was just one panel but still. Progress).
This time we got a more detailed appearance of the vestiges, this could be useful to the theories going around about their identifies.
Now, I'm sure we all agree that one of them is an older version of Bakugou since they both have the same hair, same body build and proportions, not to mention his equipment on his wrists that could be an upgraded version of his grenades.
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But in this post I'm going to talk about the second vestige. The most popular theory is that Kirishima is the other vestige, mostly because of the hair and the equipment he's wearing.
The hair itself wasn't really similar but, again, they're presumably an older version in case they are deku's classmates and clearly when you get older you change a lot, including hairstyle. It really isn't enough proof but since the only panels we had of them were literal silhouettes, everything was possible. I even believed it myself, until today.
When I started reading the unofficial translation of the chapter, the moment I saw them, I took a good look at them. Definitely is a more detailed version of them, their hair, clothes, heights.
And that's what make me realize that the second vestige is no other than Todoroki Shoto.
Why? you may ask. Well, let's compare Kirishima with the vestige first.
The most solid proof of being Kirishima was the equipment he wears on his shoulders. But if you take a look at the new panels you can see they're not similar, not even remotely close to an upgraded version.
You can see that Kirishima has his arms far from his body in a "resting instance" since his equipment takes a lot of space between his armpits and his torso that could be seen as an 'uncomfortable position'. It also makes him look buff, if that makes sense lol, but the vestige in the panel doesn't look awkward or very buff.
There's also that mask he uses that covers the back of his head, ears and neck. The fact the he has his chest uncovered, uses black pants and boots. The vestige uses a kind of headband and doesn't use any of the last thing I mentioned. But, again, equipment changes.
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There's also the sleeves, the vestige doesn't wear them but it could be an upgrade since he does have short black sleeves.
Now there's just little detail that doesn't convince me at all. The hair. From the silhouette we could see the similarities if Kirishima wore his hair in a ponytail but in the panel of chp 304...
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It just looks so soft. And not just that, the type of hair and its form is really different from Kirishima's. He [the vestige] has hair that looks smooth and straight. It seems it's white or light hair.
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Meanwhile, Kirishima's hair is red, that looks hard and spiky. And there's the fact that he probably wouldn't change his hairstyle precisely of the reason why he decided to have it that way in the first place. It was a change of image, a new person, new choices and was inspired from his favorite hero Crimson Riot. His characteristic red and spiky hair is something Kirishima would probably not change in a long time.
It is totally razonable since his hero name is very similar to the pro hero, it's fan boy behavior lmao. And that includes Deku since his hero costume has bunny ears resembling All Might's; and Bakugou since, you know, his recently announced hero name Great explosion murder god Dinamight (self explanatory lmfaoo)
Now, it's time to show you why I think is Shoto.
First, his hero costume. He has a belt with first aid equipment, those things over his shoulders and that things in his wrists (sorry, when it comes to describe things my english knowledge is non existent). Meanwhile, the vestige also has a similar costume (in terms of a base and color), has a belt that has pockets attached, that thing around his shoulders that are not massive, they're like mini pockets or decoration that doesn't look heavy and, finally, both have equipment on their wrists.
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He has physical similarities in terms of body shape and height. He doesn't look buff but he sure looks well shaped.
And there's the hair. Shoto's hair is straight but not that straight on the ends, it is also long and smooth. But it is red and white and the vestiges is not, it seems to be white or a bright color, such as blonde or similar. However, I think it's not that crazy if Todoroki changed his hair color or something. The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that Shoto didn't want to have Endeavor's hair color.
But, if you paid attention, they only show us the right side of the vestige. There's a possibility that his other side is still red and it's hiding it with his scar. I know the ponytail should be half red half white but who knows, maybe Shoto styles it with the purpose of hiding the red side on the ponytail.
Finally, on the other hand, we can make a guess of the vestiges heights but is not accurate because of the perspective the panel was drawn and stuff. So, Todoroki's height is 1.76 cm (5,9ft I guess?) and Kirishima's 1.70cm (5,6ft). Bakugou's height is 1.72cm (5,7ft), assuming Bakugou is one of the vestiges.
Bakugo is probably going to be tall (I mean, he arleady is), maybe grow a little above average.
Todoroki is tall and still has a lot to grow, and taking into account that Endeavor is big as f!ck, he js probably going to be taller. But if he "grew up all he could" then he's going to be like Bakugou above avererage height, or a bit taller
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For Kirishima, I think he's going to be average. We don't know his parents to help but he seems to be average. I think he might get tall but not that much.
So, it seems that the mystery vestige is taller than "vestige Bakugou". Yeah, he's hunched but it looks that, even if he straightens back, he's still shorter. I can't really tell because the room looks a bit tilted. But having said that, the heights matches more with Todoroki.
There's just so many similarities, I am genuinely convinced Shoto can be the other vestige and it makes sense if we talk about their relationship with Deku and OFA.
I mean, the main reason Bakugou was so rapidly accepted as the vestige, besides the physical similarities, it was of his relationship with Deku (he has history with him, he cares for Deku's wellbeing, he's atoning and most part of the war arc he spend the whole time at his side trying to protect him from Shigaraki/AFO), and his knowledge about OFA, how he thinks of it as a curse more than a blessing based of the repercussions it had on Deku and it's past users.
And Todoroki has been impacted in a positive way by Deku. He learned that his fire is his, to be open to friendship with his classmates, one of his first friends in a long time and, with others of the class, be motivated and do his because of Deku. Not just because is him, but for his action in the past that unchained a lot of good times. And now that OFA has been mention to Shoto and other heroes present in Deku and Shigaraki's fight, he's probably going to be involved in some aspect. If that's the case, they must have turned into vestiges a lot after or maybe it happened between the time skip between the Endeavor agency arc and the war arc (who knows, maybe something happens in the third bnha movie).
[p.s: just noticed that " vestige bakugou's" gauntlets look veeery similar to the ones bakugou is wearing in 'the three musketeers' illustration]
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lodi-writes · 4 years
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RFA with MC Quarantine Headcanons
Write what you know as they say, and all I know right now is sitting around the house lmao so here we go, RFAxMC Quarantine Headcanons!
Yoosung:
So much animal crossing
You don’t even know
MC and Yoosung do live together, but of course they’re gonna go on animal crossing dates because they can’t go out for a real date
They’ll go on a little museum date, take some pictures on a little picnic, it’s all super wholesome
SO many snacks
Oh my god, the two of them do not eat healthy
It’s not as bad as Seven’s diet, but still not great
Before everything got really bad, the two of them went on a huge costco run and filled the cart to the brim with any kind of snack you could think of
Of course they both forgot to get any kind of actual meal-like foods, so they order delivery a LOT
Movie night is every night y’all
It started with a Lord of the Rings movie marathon
Then it turned into a search for every rom com on Netflix
Then it turned into literally just letting Netflix autoplay whatever was on next
This turned into watching so many bad movies that Yoosung and MC’s cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so hard
Hair dye, anyone?
Yoosung’s hair is growing out some so his dark roots are visible, and his hair clips aren’t pulling all of his hair back anymore
So! MC cuts and dyes it for him
And not to toot her own horn or anything, but it turns out pretty good
So of course she decides to dye her own hair, nothing drastic but definitely noticeable lol
Zen:
Zen does not do well with being stuck at home
He’s so anxious and jittery from having to sit around all day and not be able to go out and perform or go to the gym
He likes to go jogging every afternoon though and MC started tagging along
His jogs turned into strolls very quickly with MC by his side because he can’t help but slow down to just hold her hand and chat with her
Sometimes he like to surprise her by finding a remote little spot in the park where they can have a picnic
He’s still really antsy about not being able to do anything creative and it’s driving him crazy
So he and MC start making custom cloth masks for all the other RFA members
MC has to do Jumin’s though because she knows for a fact that Zen is gonna put something mean on it lol
They make Yoosung a LOLOL themed one, Jaehee one with little coffee cups and pastries on it, Seven gets one with little bags of honey butter chips and dr. pepper on it, Jumin gets one with a little cat smile and whiskers
MC makes one for Zen with little hearts and roses on it and he practically melts when she gives it to him
He would absolutely love anything she gave to him, but it was just too cute and made him love her even more, how sweet and loving and thoughtful she was
In return, he made her one with little princess tiaras and hearts on it in a similar color scheme and pattern so that they could match
If they have to go out for groceries, just because they have masks on doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop his PDA lmao
He’ll still constantly hold her hand and wanting to kiss her on the top of her head but his mask is in the way :')
Jaehee:
C&R is considered an essential business so it’s still operating
But! The offices are closed and everyone is required to work from home
This cuts out all the time from Jaehee’s commute, and cuts out all non-essential tasks from her job
Because of this, she’s able to work the normal amount for a chief assistant AND is able to spend so much more time with MC and they’re both LOVING it
So! Much! Baking!!!
The two of them are constantly looking for new recipes online to try out, creating their own little menu of pastries
They’re always getting ingredients delivered from the grocery store so they don’t have to go out to just buy flour or just buy baking soda
MC’s favorite to make with Jaehee is eclairs because, even though it makes such a mess, it’s always so fun to have a full day project to work on with her so they can watch musical clips on youtube while the pastries are in the oven, or just chat and laugh together while they fill and dip the eclairs
Jaehee’s favorite to make with MC besides eclairs is layered cakes because she loves decorating them almost as much as she loves watching MC decorate them
It’s so relaxing and almost therapeutic to watch her decorate, it makes her forget about all the stress and work she has to worry about
Whenever they bake, since there’s only two of them and there’s no way they could eat all of it, they’ll drive by all of the members houses to drop of little care packages of their extra desserts
Jumin:
Same as Jaehee, Jumin is now able to work from home
It’s a really odd experience for him to have MC around while he works and as he expected, she’s incredibly distracting
All he wants to do all day is hold her in his arms and make her pancakes and see her smile
He was never known to be much of a procrastinator but with MC around, some of his work starts slipping through the cracks and he forgets to attend certain zoom meetings or review certain documents and it starts piling up
One weekend he ends up having to work all day and pull an all-nighter to catch up on everything he’s missed
MC tries to stay up with him, doing little tasks around the house to keep herself occupied
Giving Elizabeth the 3rd some fresh water, picking up the bedroom a bit
Eventually she settles down next to him while he works and reads
Unfortunately she doesn’t make it past 3am and falls asleep with her head on his shoulder
Jumin’s heart swells and he’s so nervous that he’s going to wake her up with his typing so his works slows down significantly while he tries to type quieter
Since he can’t go on trips to various farms or gardens like he normally would, MC starts slowly collecting little tiny potted plants, not just succulents but also just like itty bitty pots with basil plants or parsley plants, and lining them along the windows in the penthouse
After the first couple plants, Jumin notices a patter and realizes what she’s doing and appreciates so much how thoughtful she is
He starts getting really intrigued by the world of tiny plants and it lowkey becomes a new hobby of his that he shares with MC
He orders some tiny cat grass and catnip plants for Elizabeth the 3rd, of course
MC orders the tiny pots and decorates them all individually while Jumin will pick out the kinds of plants they’ll get
It gets a little out of control and there are now concerning amounts of tiny plants along every window and now along the kitchen counters and the dining table
The penthouse becomes their own little private garden and Jumin loves every bit of it
Seven:
Tbh life isn’t that much different at first for Seven, he normally doesn’t leave the house anyway
The only difference is that MC is always home now and god, he loves it
They get everything, literally everything, delivered to the house so they don’t have to leave the house
At first everything is pretty wholesome
Lots of cuddling on the couch while Seven works
Lots of making rice krispie treats and eating raw cookie dough
But MC and Seven are both very quick to lose their sanity to the likes of quarantine
Day 15 of quarantine, they accidentally ordered that week’s groceries twice, so they got two times more food than they need 
So of course they have a movie marathon and eat SO much food
Day 27 of quarantine, Seven dyes green streaks in his hair so he looks like someone threw up Christmas on his hair
Day ??? of quarantine, they start making really concerning cursed tik toks
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hazard-and-friends · 3 years
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i watched the first episode of canine intervention tonight, here’s some uncensored liveblogging featuring my spicey dog training takes:
“my dog training system is known all over the world" mhmm. lemme google this guy.
by clicking through his in person training site to his online remote training course, i found a whole lot of big red flags: "Establish pack leadership" dogs don't have pack leaders. anyone who wants to make you a leader is not using a good understanding of dog behavior "Time your praise and corrections" the times when i use corrections are when i'm the least on my game. my goal is NEVER to use corrections/positive punishment. why should i? it's concerning that he uses it as a core part of his method. "Exercise and reinforce your leadership as a way of life" more leadership bullshit.
fancy letters are not the end-all-be-all, and there are trainers i seriously respect who have none of them. but they don't talk about leadership and corrections. it's concerning that he talks about his sports team as a kid, where he went to high school, and his celebrity clients, but not his mentors and education in training.
back to the show
why does his facility have enough dogs to keep them in kennels? how does that teach aggressive dogs how to be safe in a home environment?
not all of the dogs in the first shot of a class (~1:38) have two collars on but a lot do. that's not a red flag (i worked sydney in two collars [her flat collar and a martingale, because syd was very gear smart and it was nice to tell her that we were doing heeling now]) but with what i saw on his website? it's quite likely that one of those is the dog's normal flat collar with tags, and the other is a prong, choke chain, or electric collar
also: "I help the dogs that no one else will" is a flat out lie
if you're willing to take on any human aggression cases, generally you’re willing to take on all of them. now, some of these cases may generally lead to a recommendation of euthanasia. but that's in the best interests of the dog and owner
oop class shot where it's clear that they're wearing prongs
here's two points not about this guy specifically: 1) it is hard (impossible?) to do humane, ethical dog training in a 45 minute episode slot. it's not good tv. it's slow as hell. there's no drama. the aggression trainers i know? have never been bitten. many have never been CLOSE to being bitten. no tv value. 2) the positive dog training community is OVERWHELMINGLY white and middle class.
it's also full of racists.
"Nearly a million dogs are euthanized yearly and over 40% of them are pit bulls" i've calculated that first statistic myself, but it's important to put it in context: this is USA specific, and that's down from 3-4 million 20 years ago. the second one, i would love to see his source.
he's right that it's important to understand where aggression comes from
anyway back to those two points, at the same time that it's really, really hard to do compelling TV with ethical dog trainers, it's also really REALLY important that the positive dog training community be working on being anti-racist. and it's really, really important that low income dog owners and people of color are getting good dog training.
alright first case! he's had her 3 months, 3 bites in that time. 10 attempted attacks. she's a young adult bully breed mix who had one front leg amputated after being shot. owner walks her in a muzzle which is a) too small and b) not bite proof.
"I see what we're working with" he says, after approaching a dog in her crate. hazard responds similarly to someone coming in, but he's not a bite risk. that's not a good evaluation.
he is correct about lady macbeth's motivations: this is a dog who's scared as hell and making herself really big and scary so that everyone leaves her alone.
okay he's also right that playing with her around strangers is really, really good for fear aggression
"frenzied just chaotic state" yeah no
reality check for y'all: i am not an aggression specialist and i have seen more freaked out dogs
she was on edge! she was unhappy! but holy shit was she not even remotely close to what dogs are capable of
"she just bit me!" she nipped your cheek, not breaking skin. that's a level 1 or 2 (of 6). that's not NOTHING but it's well within normal for a dog who's being restrained when she wants to be somewhere else.
[note that at no point in the episode was the owner ever given any sort of indication that lady macbeth is not this horribly aggressive Pit Bull TM. nor was there any discussion of a bite scale.]
"The only option we're gonna have is to [board and train] for 3 weeks" "I have no choice but to take her back to my facility back in San Jose and work daily with her" no!!!!!
[15 minute break]
lmao sorry i had to go yell at gf about how much this board and train is not necessary and in the process penny decided to cause Drama again
ANYWAY, the b&t is not necessary because all of those aggressive incidents bar the first could have been avoided if the owner was on the ball. this is not JUST a lady macbeth issue, this is ALSO an owner issue. both of them need to relearn how to handle new people.
as a bonus, lady macbeth needs to learn to trust her owner, which she categorically cannot do in a b&t
"The box is an important training tool to teaching new behaviors. It's also a first step in establishing pack leadership" ok this is new to me
and new is not a good thing here
text: Obedience depends on a dog's trust and respect for their pack leader calculus depends on your trust and respect for your math teacher! if you respect them a lot you will magically be able to do calc!
I WAS HOPING. I WAS TRYING.
i was HOPING that his training for her fear aggression would be based in toy play.
instead he's got a fake arm and he keeps reaching out to poke her, and the owner says "no!" and does a leash pop (leash wrapped around her neck) every time she tries to bite.
"She doesn't know it's not his hand" it smells like plastic what would she THINK it is
also funky that we're 19 minutes into the episode about an aggressive bully breed mix and the trainer's childhood bully breed mix who killed a dog, and like. not a single mention of what these dogs were bred for.
let's go back to "how are you teaching aggressive dogs to live nicely in a home, if they are spending most of the day in a wire kennel"
for shits take, high school doesn't teach you how to handle your emotions! why should obedience class teach your dog the same?
and then like, every time she breaks the down he yells NOPE and leans over her??????
dude you're scaring her into being obedient. while you're talking about how it's important to treat her fear.
text: Fear based aggression can be reduced by desensitizing the dog to strangers you're right! it sure can! THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE
you've got a dog on her side with one hand over her, the other on a skinny check chain on her neck. every time she does anything but lay flat, the leash is popped and you say no. you are flooding this dog and creating learned helplessness.
jo summed it up well with this: he's good at seeing the behavior, he knows what he's looking at, he just can't change it. he only knows one method.
jo and i are now trying to figure out if "dog training but marie kondo not cesar milan" is a viable tv show
jas correctly stops the friend and changes how he approaches the dog, that's a good response
i'm laughing bc after a 3 week board and train which is not going to be less than $4k, he's giving the exact same "how to meet new people" directions that i would give to a similar client--at the start of our time! not at the end!
"I can't imagine imagine a dog having it too much worse than she did, the fact that she took a gunshot, the fact that she had no security for years of her life" alright dude a) think worse, this PALES to abuse cases b) let's not? shittalk? the care that people without reliable housing give to their dogs (and occasional cat!)?? because what they do for their pets is incredible, and it isn't necessarily connected to her opinions on strangers
so yeah still laughing bc like. that "happy ending" would be my first session with a client. that's how you START handling stranger danger. and for this the owner paid thousands.
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teamhawkeye · 4 years
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2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18 📝
thank you! i’ll go with Anna, since she’s my most well known OC:
2.) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?
- Only Joseph Seed at the very start. I wanted my protag to be a foil to him, so a lot of her backstory i wrote to make her someone who could understand Joseph’s pain and anger, but still have not strayed so far off the path as he had, making her resist him and be his opponent in the conflict
4.) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?
- Rook being a member of the sheriff’s department and the setting of Montana were probably two of the biggest factors from the game (aside from Joseph) that i used to write her backstory. Her dad was a sheriff elsewhere and that would be her motivation for wanting to follow in his footsteps down that career path. And being born and raised in Montana, she’d be a newcomer in the game’s setting but would fit in easily, having spent the majority of her life in a similar environment and would have the skills necessary to thrive in such a setting. 
6.) Is there any significance behind their eye color?
- Honestly, i have wanted to give a character heterochromia for such a long time, but was only stopped by nerves since i’d seen it branded as “cringe” or “Mary Sue” or any other kind of insult people muster for traits that aren’t normally seen. But i just pushed forward cause it’s cool as hell and i wanted to use that so i committed to it! it’s cool and looks awesome, what can i say
8.) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?
- The lengths she’s willing to go for people, i suppose. and a degree of her melancholy (but only a little bit of it, cause i put that poor girl through the wringer)
10.) If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?
- I’ll be honest and say that my first playthrough when i was developing Anna, i had no intention of pairing her with John Seed in the slightest and didn’t base anything of her creation around him, hahaha. It just so happened that by making her backstory in such a way to have her be Joseph’s foil, i made her an almost parallel to John and in my second playthrough i realized how much they actually have in common - and how Anna might have become like John if she’d given into her anger and sorrow just a little bit sooner in life.
12.) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?
- Right now, just about anything, lmao - i’ve hit such a dry spot with art and writing. But mostly with writing, i found that things i had planned originally started going in ways i didn’t anticipate, making it hard to keep up with at times. The skeleton of the story remained the same, but getting from point A to Z became very winding at points. As for edits, her FC doesn’t have eye or hair color even remotely close to her own, so it’s a process trying to get a photo to look anything like her, hahaha
14.) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?
- Her anger/wrath and her willingness to help others and the lengths to go to for that: I think those two traits best help explain her actions. Her irrationality, her selflessness or selfishness, her sacrifices...all can be traced back to those two things, and how much she desires love and approval but how that can be overshadowed at times by the hurt and rage she’s had to contend with alone for years
16.) What is something about your OC  can make you cry?
- I gave Anna a tragic backstory so thinking on that can do it, lol. I guess the “canon” fate of Rook as shown in New Dawn would be enough to do it too, since i can’t bear having her go through that on top of everything else i made her go through
18.) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?
-  I suppose that as righteous i try to write her at times, she could submit to darkness easily with the right push. Maybe that shouldn’t surprise me so much, since it’s in her canon that she did something bad in the past, but i guess i didn’t realize just how easy stepping over that line fully would be for her
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♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? (roast the fandom again please I have popcorn)
not even remotely.  lmao okay first I need to explain something to attempt not to sound like a really bad judgy person: when it comes to princess Emma, for me only my version of her can be possibly, realistic, because it’s the only realistic results that can came from the premise I see. Now that doesn’t mean I can’t respect that other people can have different ideas of how princess Emma is, but it can never feel real to me because those ideas come from a different interpretation of David and Snow, of the circumstances around Emma and that led to Emma, of how they’d react to what they have been through and what they’d teach her, on how her personality would respond to the outside world. Those interpretations are always valid, but they are not mine, and therefore I can’t agree and I can give you a thousand reasons why Emma for me would be a different princess than most fanon versions of her starting from what would led her to be this way instead. But I’m also aware that it all depends on my interpretation of every single thing involved in her life and my view of her isn’t superior, it’s just the only one that works for me. 
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Here are some common things I see that I absolutely understand where they are coming from but could never be true to me: -a princess Emma who is a serious, suave, normal classic princess. It’s extra rare in OUAT for the original fairy tale princesses to act in a classic noble-woman kind of way to begin with. Emma, the daughter of former bandit and now queen Snow White who has lived among regular people and who had drilled in her head that their people are important, and of David, formerly a stable boy, who fought against the unspoken rules of royalty like shutting up and accepting an arranged marriage, who has seven dwarves, a wolf and who knows who else being part of her parents council, who would have been taught to defend herself to be prepared to fight just in case, who would be certainly taught to speak up because her opinion and emotions matter, who has been shown and has seen from the beginning of her life that love wins, that she has all kinds of reasons to be happy and hopeful and grateful, would NOT be modest, would not be super serious, would not be a snob or unaware of her people’s struggles, and since even when it comes to Emma Swan her nature was to joke around and be happy as soon as the world gave her a minimum amount of reason to be that way, princess Emma has even more reasons to be that way. Her personality would be so encouraged by a loving, supportive family who wants her to respect others but also to express herself, to enjoy her life, the happy moments, and to find humor in everything. And David and Snow even speak in a different way from nobles like Kathryn, I doubt Emma would be too formal. It’s not that less loud, enthusiastic princess can’t be cool, I actually really like Kathryn, and Aurora may have been more ‘classical’ and out of her depth when it came to fighting but she still did everything she could to save Philip and to avenge him later, she was simply inexperienced and that’s not bad, but I cannot imagine Emma, with the family she has, her instincts, and what people around her would want to instill in her since young age, being the same kind of woman they are.  -a princess Emma who hates ballgowns and balls and everything stereotypically feminine. Emma Swan, who has all reasons to favor comfortable easy clothing and lives in our world where often dresses and pink are associated to being weaker (?), still likes to wear stereotypically feminine things and to wear makeup and curls or styles her hair whenever she has some time off from her savioring. Even in s1, yes, when the sheriff election happened and she didn’t plan to have to run after criminals, she wore a cute skirt. Why would princess Emma hate them when she clearly likes the aesthetic and she hasn’t been raised with ideas such as ‘femininity is weak you must be distance yourself from it and prove you are different from other women’? Now, if you tell me she has problems with tight corsets because they are uncomfortable, that’s cool. Otherwise it just seems like she must be ‘special’ and therefore doesn’t like ‘girly’ things because ‘girly is inferior to masculine’. Still speaking stereotypically here, of course. Snow didn’t have to dislike dresses to be strong or special, she dressed depending on what she had to do. I believe Emma would be the same, with just some initial rebellion as a kid against girls until she grew up enough to realize she was being stupid. After that, she wears dresses when she can, she also likes comfortable riding clothing, she likes flowers, she likes colors, she likes the looks she gets when she wears low cut dresses, she likes to take care of her hair... When it comes to Emma Swan specifically and to different versions of her, I feel there is some hidden misogyny involved in wanting Emma to hate innocuous things to prove she’s ‘different’ and ‘stronger’.    -helpless princess Emma: I can’t even. This is also what the Evil Queen’s wish brought to life. It’s already explained in my first point here but it bears repeating. Can you imagine two parents who were shown over and over that you must be prepared for everything because they will have more enemies come after them, enemies of them as royalty or for personal reason, leaving their only daughter completely unprepared, needing someone else to fight for her? After they had to learn the hard way, as fast as possible, and were at disadvantage for it? Emma would be trained from the beginning.  -judgmental princess Emma, I get it, David and Snow were still less than welcoming to Killian - though I felt it was more due to his behavior than him being a pirate - but at the same time I cannot imagine being raised by someone who was a bandit and another person who technically committed treason by acting like a prince, and those two clearly never judged Ruby for being a werewolf, and so on, and to grow up to be immediately against people due to what they are. I feel Emma would have all the reasons to trust her instincts and to want to make sure someone is bad before treating them as such, while simultaneously wanting to avoid being manipulated and mistreated.  -submissive Emma when it comes to men: I feel like I don’t really need to explain why when in the past I read CS involving a princess Emma who was all innocent and inexperienced I closed the page.  -a princess Emma who has to deal with ARRANGED MARRIAGES BECAUSE HER PARENTS TRY TO FORCE HER TO MARRY PEOPLE LIKE I’m sorry but this is not even a matter of different perspective and respecting other people’s view of characters. David and Snow would never force Emma to marry someone, David and Snow suffered like hell because David was meant to marry Abigail due to king George’s choices. David and Snow love Emma. David and Snow would not do that to Emma.  -just... a version of Emma that is so randomly ethereal and more similar to how real life past princesses are described in our world? when ouat woman are so real, with their flaws and qualities and opinions and motivations, and it just seems not to fit in a colorful family like the one Snow and David were going to have, dwarves and Granny included. 
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Commiseration - Grayson
Ok so sometimes I feel like this fandom focuses a little bit too hard on the choking and spanking side of sex and not enough on the intimate and loving side so lets! get! tender!!! lmao also I’d give anything to be the person that Grayson goes to when he’s seeking comfort wow
Summary: Grayson shows up at your house unannounced and in need of comfort, and you are willing to do whatever it takes to bring it to him
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Warnings: smut and I think that's it? sad Grayson
You were sitting on the couch in your living room, scrolling through your phone while some lifetime movie played quietly in the background, when there was a loud knock at your door. Your head shot up and you furrowed your brows, confusion setting in as you weren't expecting anyone. You tentatively rose from your seated position and made your way to the door, a little scared that it was a psycho murderer at the door but even more afraid that it was your landlord coming to evict you because you'd been late paying your rent for three months in a row.
When you looked through the peephole, all of your worries vanished. All you saw was the back of your friend Grayson's head, and his fingers running through his hair. You were still a little confused as to why he would just show up unannounced, but you weren't upset about it by any means.
"Hey Gray," you said with a smile as you opened the door. Your smile was quickly replaced with concern, though, when Grayson turned around and you saw his face for the first time.
His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were stained with tears, both old and new as he began crying again as soon as he saw you. Grayson didn't say anything, just pulled you in for a hug, crushing you against his chest and crying into your hair. Sobs were wracking through his body, even as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, trying to soothe him in any way possible.
"Grayson, what's wrong?" you asked, but your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against Grayson's shirt. You didn't want to pull away from him, but you knew you needed to get him fully inside and figure out what was going on. So, begrudgingly, you wiggled out of his embrace and took his hand and led him to the couch where you'd been before he showed up.
You both sat down, and Grayson went right back to crying into your neck, pulling you onto his lap so you were basically straddling him. He held you tightly around your waist and nuzzled his face where your neck met your shoulder, the tears that were still falling from his eyes wetting your skin. You softly ran your nails over his scalp with one hand and rubbed his back with the other, hoping the soothing motions would calm him down.
Neither of you said a word until Grayson's sobs were reduced the the occasional sniffle. When you felt it was safe, you finally spoke up.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened?"
Grayson nodded his head against your shoulder before answering. "Ethan blew me off again today, and normally that wouldn't upset me so much, but I've just been having a really bad week-" he managed to choke out before the tears started up again.
"Shh, it's okay," you whispered before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Your relationship with Grayson was completely platonic, but in that moment you were doing anything you could think of to bring him comfort. If there was one thing you hated, it was seeing the people you loved in pain.
Grayson finally lifted his head from your shoulder, but before you even had a chance to look at him he pressed his lips against yours, softly but with purpose. It was completely out of the need for closeness and comfort, and you knew that, and you were okay with it. He didn't try to deepen it and neither did you, but you kissed him back, and you let him decide when he wanted to pull away.
When he finally did, he didn't go far. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed and still sniffling softly every now and then. You didn't feel the need to address it, as you didn't want to add any stress to Grayson's life by making him think about why he'd just kissed his friend. Instead, you took the opportunity to bring your hands to his cheeks and try to wipe away some of the moisture from his face, still handsome even when it was tear stained and blotchy.
"Do you want to talk about what else is going on?" you asked once you'd cleaned his face as much as you could with just your hands.
"It's just a lot," he answered. His voice was still thick, but his tears had finally stopped. "It's usually not that bad, because I have Ethan to distract me most of the time, but we barely hang out anymore," he stopped himself when his eyes started to well up again.
You didn't know how long the two of you sat there, just holding each other. You allowed Grayson to clutch you as tightly as he wanted to his chest and run his hands up and down your spine, and you continued to play with his hair and lightly scratch his back. Grayson's hands never drifted anywhere but what would be respectful, even though you probably wouldn't have even cared if they did.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Grayson finally asked a while after his sniffling stopped and the tears you felt on your shoulder dried.
"Of course," you answered with no hesitation. "Are you ready to go to bed or do you want to stay up a while longer?"
"Can we watch a movie or something? I need a distraction."
"Sure," you removed yourself from his grasp, joints feeling a little stiff from being in the same position for so long, and handed him the remote. "You pick something, I'll make popcorn."
When you returned to the living room with a bowl of popcorn in your hands, Grayson was lounging on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, looking as if  he was about to fall asleep.
"Gray?" you said softly, just in case he really was sleeping. However, his eyes popped open when he heard you, looking wide awake again. Without saying a word, he patted the couch cushion next to himself and lifted his arm, inviting you to sit under it. You gave him a smile and sat down next to him, cuddling into his side and placing the bowl between both of your laps.
"Thanks," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close while shoving a hand full of popcorn in his mouth. He pressed play on the remote, starting some movie that you hadn't bothered to look at the name of.
It turned out to be pretty suspenseful, and about halfway through you were still curled into Grayson's side, clutching the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders with both hands. You didn't even realize how hard you were squeezing until the intense scene ended and you were able to calm down, loosening your grip. Grayson didn't seem to mind, though, as he didn't complain about it. In fact, he hadn't said a single word since he thanked you for the popcorn. And as if he could read your mind, he finally broke his silence just as you were about to ask him if he was doing okay.
"Y/N..." he said, his voice sounding slightly strained.
"Hm?" you hummed, turning your attention away from the screen and putting it on him.
Instead of saying anything else, Grayson softly gripped the back of your neck, leaned forward, and kissed you for the second time that night. However, this time it was different. This time, he wasn't crying. He wasn't in need of comfort. He didn't taste like tears. No, this time, it was real.
You hesitated for a split second before melting into him, letting out all the feelings you had buried deep within the confines heart, mind, body, and soul. Grayson released a sigh of relief when he felt you kissing him back, and wrapped his other arm around your waist to bring you as close as he could without pulling you onto his lap.
Before either of you could get too in to it, Grayson broke away from you, but kept his hands where they were in order to hold you in place. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was having a mental battle with himself, trying to decide if he wanted to let out what he was thinking.
"Y/N, I think..." he said, his voice still sounding strained.
"What's on your mind?" you asked, placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone tenderly.
"You don't... you don't have to say anything, okay? In fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I think... I think I love you, Y/N."
You gasped softly, not expecting Grayson's confession. Your heart started racing and you felt your cheeks getting hot, and all you wanted to do was kiss him, so that's exactly what you did. You crushed your lips against his and pressed your body as close to his as you could. You swung your leg over his lap so you could straddle him, putting yourself in a similar position to the one you were in when Grayson first kissed you earlier.
Grayson's hands pushed under the hem of your shirt, just enough so he could feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. You pulled away from him so you could pull your shirt over your head and toss it on the floor. Grayson's mouth dropped open and his wide eyes skimmed down your body before flashing back up to look at your face.
"Y/N, you don't have to-"
"Shh," you hushed him and placed your lips back on his. Grayson tentatively ran his hands over your skin, but he still kept his touch away from anywhere that could be considered intimate.
"Grayson, it's okay," you said while running your hands down his still clothed chest. "You can touch me."
"Are you sure?" he asked, his fingers hesitating just below the band of your bra.
"Yes," you whispered before nipping softly at his earlobe. "I want you to."
"Okay," he breathed as he expertly unhooked your bra and slid the straps down your arms, thus fully exposing your upper half to him.
"Absolutely beautiful," Grayson said, almost too softly for you to even hear him, as if he was saying it to himself. It was still enough to make you blush, though. Grayson was completely unaware of how his words brought color to your cheeks, though, as he was busy softly sucking on your collar bone while he held your breast in his large hand, gently skimming his thumb over your sensitive nipple.
Once he was satisfied with the mark he'd left on your chest, Grayson pulled away briefly to remove his shirt, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your body tightly against his. He just needed that skin to skin contact, needed there to be nothing separating the two of you. He reveled in the way your bare torso felt pressed up against his, and how he could feel your heart beating through your chest. Grayson had been craving this kind of intimacy with you for a long time, and now that he had it, he wanted more. His fingers were itching to touch you between your legs, to explore the most intimate part of your body, but he didn't want to ruin the moment the two of you were already sharing.
Little did he know, you wanted nothing more than the touch that Grayson was so desperate to give you. However, you didn't want to seem like you were taking advantage of his vulnerability, so you waited patiently for him to make the first move. Luckily, Grayson wasn't as patient as you, so you didn't have to wait long before his fingers were skimming the waistband of your sweatpants.
"Can I?" Grayson whispered into your neck.
"Yes," you answered. Grayson slowly pushed his hand past your pants and cupped his hand over your heat, still covered by your panties. He was happy and a little bit surprised to find that you were already wet enough to have soaked through the thin material. He rubbed you over your panties, causing you to bite down on your lip to contain any noise you may have let slip.
It wasn't long before Grayson just couldn't take it anymore, and pulled your panties to the side to touch you with nothing in his way. You let out a small gasp at the first feeling of his fingers running between you folds, but he covered your mouth with his before any other sound could escape. You allowed him to push his tongue into your mouth while he simultaneously pushed one finger inside you, causing you to softly moan into his mouth. He could feel how tight you were, already clenching around just one of his fingers, but your wetness made it easy for him.
Grayson continued the methodical pumping of his finger, along with rubbing your clit with his thumb,  switching between soft and hard. It wasn't long before your legs began shaking beneath you, struggling to hold you upright, while your orgasm overtook your body. When he was sure you were done, Grayson pulled his hand out of your pants and cradled you to his chest again, trying to discretely taste you on his fingers behind your back.
You sat there for a few moments, allowing yourself to recover, before you stood from the couch and pulled Grayson along with you. You led him down the hallway to your bedroom, where you immediately sat him down and climbed back on top of him. He cupped your face in his hands and touched his lips to yours ever so softly, barely enough to even be considered a kiss.
"I love you," he whispered against your lips, the lack of pressure from your mouth allowing for his words to be comprehensible. He could feel you smile against his lips before you closed the gap, your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. You didn't waste much time before your hands were going for the button on his jeans, but you weren't able to make much progress, as Grayson stopped you before you could even get to the zipper.
"Y/N," he breathed. "We don't have to."
You felt your cheeks heat up, this time due to embarrassment, and you were grateful that the room was fairly dark.
"You don't want to have sex with me?" you asked, hoping none of your embarrassment was evident in your voice.
"No, I do, I just..." Grayson hesitated for a few moments, searching for the right words. "I don't want you to do it just because you feel bad for me."
It was a fear that had been nagging at Grayson since the moment his lips touched yours for the first time. He feared that your only intention was to make him feel better, to bring him comfort, and that he'd never have this kind of intimacy with you again. If this turned out to be just a one night stand, he didn't know how he would recover. He wanted you, all of you, but only if it was as real for you as it was for him.
"Why would you think that?" you asked, trying not to be offended by his words.
"Because I was upset, and you didn't say anything when I told you..." he trailed off in the middle of his sentence.
"That you love me?" you finished for him.
"Yeah."
You chuckled and shook your head before continuing. "Grayson, you told me not to say anything. And besides, don't actions speak louder than words?"
"So, do you..."
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "But I know I care about you, and I know that I want this, and I want to figure it out."
"Are you sure?" Grayson asked, caressing your body like you were made of glass. "Because I don't want it to be just for tonight."
"Yes, I'm sure, and it won't be," you said before leaning forward to press a kiss to Grayson's neck. "I want you."
"Okay," he said while nodding his head.
"Can I?" you repeated his question from before as you hesitantly went for the zipper of his jeans again.
"Yes," he breathed. You glanced down so you could see what you were doing, and even in the dark room you could see how much Grayson's cock was straining against the tight confines of his jeans. You quickly unzipped him and pulled his pants down just enough to set his manhood free, his size taking you a bit by surprise.
Before you could do anything else, Grayson stood up, taking you with him. He turned around and gently laid you down on the bed before taking his pants off the rest of the way. He then went for yours, easily sliding the loose material down your legs. Once you were both free of any and all clothing, Grayson crawled on top of you, holding himself up just enough so that his body was touching yours but he wasn't putting any of his weight on you.
Grayson pushed one arm behind your back and lifted you up so that your chest was pressed tightly against his, and kissed you with more raw emotion than you'd ever felt from anyone else, ever. If there was any doubt in your mind about whether or not Grayson was being honest when he told you he loved you, it was gone. You didn't know what it was, but somehow you just knew.
With his lips still pressed to yours, Grayson began sliding his length up and down your heat, coating himself in your wetness. You almost moaned just from that, just from feeling him moving against you. After a few more strokes, Grayson positioned himself at your entrance and pulled his lips away from yours to bury his face in your neck.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in your ear.
"Yes," you answered, your voice just as quiet.
Immediately after receiving your permission, Grayson slowly began inching his way inside of you. No one else had ever been so gentle and careful with you, not even your first time. Grayson was treating your body as if it was a priceless piece of art, one that could never be replaced if it was damaged.
Grayson continued his slow push until he was fully sheathed inside of you, filling you all the way up. You expected him to start moving right away, but he didn't. He held himself in that position, and he immediately decided that you were his new favorite place to be. He had never felt something so... perfect, it was as if you were made just for him, he was positive that no two people fit together better than the two of you.
When he finally did start to move after a few moments of enjoying the feeling of you around him, it was slow and gentle. He was barely moving in and out of you, probably only pulling out about an inch each time, but it was enough. You had to bite your lip so you wouldn't become a moaning mess beneath him from just his simple grinding motion.
Staying quiet became even harder when he pulled his arm out from underneath you and slid his hand down your body until he reached your clit, rubbing soft circles to go along with his short thrusts.
"Mmm," you hummed, unable to keep it in when a fresh wave of pleasure flooded your body when Grayson started sucking on your neck.
"It's okay, baby," Grayson said when he heard the moan you tried to contain. "Let me hear you."
Before you could respond, Grayson pushed both his arms back under you, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees and pulling you with him without ever allowing himself to slip out of you. From this new angle, Grayson was hitting parts of you that he hadn't been before, creating a whole new feeling inside of you.
"Oh, Gray," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips went back to sucking just below your ear. Once he was sure he'd left his mark, he started right back up again, sucking another hickey onto your neck. Grayson wanted to make sure that anyone who saw you knew you were taken.
Once he was done with your neck, Grayson laid you back down on your back and placed a soft kiss on your lips, never stopping the gentle movement of his hips against yours. Normally, you didn't like when guys kissed you on the mouth during sex. Sometimes, you'd even turn your head so their lips landed on your cheek instead. With Grayson, though, you didn't mind. In fact, you found yourself wanting him to kiss you more. You wanted to share that intimacy with him.
And that's when it hit you.
You'd had sex before, sure. Good sex, some you might even call great. But this was different. This wasn't sex.
This was making love.
You were in love with Grayson Dolan.
The realization hit you hard and fast, sending your emotions into a frenzy, and that along with your building orgasm almost brought a tear to your eye. Grayson could tell you were close when he felt you clenching around him, but he had no idea what was going on in your mind.
"Grayson, I-"
"I know baby, I can feel you, let go for me," Grayson interjected, assuming you were going to tell him you were close. Before you could tell him what was actually on your mind, your second orgasm hit you, causing a tear to actually form in your eye and fall down your cheek. Your orgasm seemed to have triggered Grayson's, because as soon as yours started, his soft and slow thrusts became a tiny bit harder.
"Can I cum inside you? Please baby, can I?" Grayson begged, his voice almost whiny.
Unable to find your words, you nodded your head, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling his face to yours so you could kiss him. He whimpered against your lips as he spilled inside of you, delivering a few more thrusts, being sure to milk his orgasm for all it was worth.
Even when he was sure he was done, Grayson didn't pull out. He wanted to stay connected to you for as long as he possibly could. Instead, he collapsed on his side next to you, being sure to pull you with him and guide your leg to wrap around his hip.
"I love you," he told you again as he pulled your tired body to his chest, curling himself around you like a cocoon.
"I love you, too," you whispered, making sure you were loud enough for him to hear, before placing a soft kiss just below his collar bone.
"Wha- really?" Grayson asked, his voice overflowing with hope.
"Yeah," you said, a smile making itself at home on your face.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, hope still audible in his voice.
"Yes, I'm sure, stop questioning me," you laughed.
Grayson was at a loss for words, his entire body alight with joy at your confession. He held you tightly, his whole body enveloping yours.
"I want you to be mine," he finally mumbled into your hair when he found his voice again.
"I'm yours," you answered, not even having to pause to think about it. You were his. You were always his.
The two of you lay there in silence for a while, just enjoying the closeness. No words were needed, everything worthwhile having already been said. After a while, though, a thought came to your mind that you wanted to share with Grayson.
"Hey Gray?" you said softly, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" he hummed, his face still pressed against the top of your head.
"I'm so glad Ethan blew you off tonight."
Grayson's body tightened around you and shook slightly when he let out a soft chuckle.
"Me too."
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Questione...
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Possibly just shouting out into the void, but wondering if anyone has some information on a game...
The game pieces are hexagons with two differently colored sides, and three numbers in sections on them. It’s a two player game (each player being one color), and the point is to try to put down your piece in a place that will flip as much of the board as possible to your color, based on what number is largest on the sides that are touching each other. Your goal is to have the majority of the board in your color at the end of the game (when all pieces are used up). You can also see the pieces your partner has, so part of the strategy is also predicting their moves/ basing yours on what they have to put down (like which side of the hexagon their largest numbers are on, etc.).... An example move looks like this image below (with Purple vs. Blue being the colors) 
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I was introduced to this playing a game on kongregate, called The End (link here even though the game itself  doesn’t seem to work anymore and the official site for the game doesn’t either so idk), BUT this is not the main point of the game, it was just a mini-game inside the main game. I liked the mini-game so much I made my own version with pieces of cardboard, to have one I could play with others not solely within the kongregate game, but the nature of the game just seems like...something that there’d be a version of somewhere else?
I’ve tried googling like ‘hexagon numbers game’ ‘number tile flip game’, etc. and looked up the company that made the game as well, but as far as I’ve seen they don’t list much about it (this is just one tiny mini game within a tiny game out of many others I think are more popular) or etc., though there are some images of game development that make it seem like they created the concept themselves, they could have been inspired by something. Either way, this just seems like too enjoyable and cool of a game to be lost forever as merely a tiny mini-game hidden within a long abandoned flash game!!
---- So, my main question: Is anyone aware of anything similar to this?? Is this an actual game somewhere, that could be purchased as a boardgame or something?? If the game creators took inspiration from somewhere, is there a known game it’s based off of? OR, even if it is wholly their creation, is there at least anything else out there that operates very similarly?
Additional info (images and the videos I could find of gameplay) under the read more for extra details on how it works..
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Here’s a screencap of the actual game from some youtube video i found
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And see there’s also some powers you can use to make the game more interesting, like for example a ‘+2′ power would allow you to add 2 points to one single side of your hexagon- so if you had a 6, you could make it an 8 and maybe then overcome your opponent’s 7 on that side, etc. (though you’re limited in how many you can use, obviously. The strategy is also picking the right ones). There are many of these, and I unfortunately don’t remember what they all are, so I can’t incorporate them into my handmade cardboard version T u T ;; , but they also added a neat twist !
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Here’s a video I found of like, actual official gameplay, it’s from the people who made the game so it shows in good detail how the game actually works: 
https://vimeo.com/23525726
and then here’s there website or like, something where they wrote stuff about the game - 
https://preloaded.com/work/channel-4-education-end/
'The End’ was primarily like, just a usual jumpy puzzle platformer sort of game, the ‘death cards’ section was only a side-thing you did at the end of levels, if I remember correctly. Though for me I basically ONLY played the main game to earn additional powers (like the +2 bonus) for the side game, and pretty much spent all my time playing that instead gghg 
But like.. LOOK at the gameplay!!... it’s just.. fun..I like the little strategies of going into corners or playing in a way where you try to trap pieces of your own color in places they can’t be turned or accessed by the opponent, and like how you can look at their numbers and predict their moves or etc. Idk it’s like one of those things where it still requires you to pay some amount of attention to what you’re doing, however it’s still casual and easy enough that you rarely have to sit down and intensely focus so it can kind of fill this tiny “Vaguely Occasionally Challenging But Primarily Just Relaxed And Fun” niche where it’s so enjoyable to just hang out and mindlessly play 10 rounds or so every once and a while when you have 30 minutes to waste or whatever.. 
So like idk,, I hope it’s an actual thing somewhere else???
Whenever I google anything like ‘hexagon number game’ or even specific stuff like ‘flip tile two player hexagon boardgame’ or ‘different color shape flip number game’  or ‘tile number game’, ‘ tile number game flip tile’ etc. It’s only ever stuff like this (or math learning games, or some weird rummy game)  that comes up - 
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which from what I’ve seen, is not really the sort of thing that I’m looking for at all. I want something where you compare multiple numbers of one tile based on it’s placement on the board, flip tiles or something similar in order to win, basically the same mechanics/premise as ‘death cards’ etc. 
It could very likely be that the people who made The End just made this from scratch with no inspiration and there’s like...not anything even remotely similar around, which would be unfortunate (since I’ll just have to stick to my cardboard version then lmao) , but I thought I could check with the masses first perhaps, since looking on my own for a little while I couldn’t find much. 
Admittedly, I only looked for like 45 minutes or so but idk, usually if you can’t even find a hint of what you’re looking for after searching google for even 20 minutes then you’re either using wildly incorrect search terms (which maybe people could give me leads on better terms to search instead) or the thing you’re looking for is pretty obscure (in which case maybe someone out there still knows about it) so, idk. 
 I would just feel really bad for a premise that is really cool to die as only ever having been a mini game in some random browser game about philosophy or whatever. I would think maybe at some point the game-creators would release it on it’s own as a separate thing or something, but the game has been inactive for a while and whatever’s going on with it, I don’t think anyone seems to care that much, or is really rallying to bring it back or anything. 
But anyway,  I would just like to play this game in a more official way, somehow, if it actually exists somewhere?
Particularly due to the issue of game balance. In my handmade versions (since first drafting this post, I now have like 3 of them, experimenting with different tile shapes and amounts of tiles lol,, lov to become preoccupied with random concepts and spend hours making tiles out of cardboard), there’s really no way to completely ensure that there isn’t an element of luck involved. 
Part of the reason I like some strategy games is that they can feel more like each person is starting out on a level playing field, and it’s all about just utilizing tools the right way, or what you can think about and come up with. You ‘’win’’ more by skill than just random chance. But with this being a numbers based game, inevitably, to some degree, a player with higher numbered pieces is more likely to win, which when the pieces are drawn randomly, is hard to control for.
In my cardboard versions, I handled this by making different colored marks on the center of the pieces, green for very good, purple for in the middle, and I think red for pieces that have mostly low numbers (which is based on what all the numbers add up to, like if all three numbers on a tile are over 22 (meaning there must at least be some 10s/9s/8s), they’re green, if they’re from 21 - 10 they’re purple, under 10 they’re red, etc. etc. Something like that, I don’t remember the exact numbers I used). Then each player gets a set amount of greens, reds, and purples, so each person will have an equal amount of good/bad/etc. pieces. But even this, I don’t feel is precise enough and am still concerned about it influencing the game results. 
For the digital version, I’d guess there’s probably some sort of algorithm or something that like.. generates the numbers of the pieces in a way where each players pieces add up to a certain number, or something like that, so that one player can’t end up with ALL 10s (highest number in the game) on all sides of their hexagons,  and the other has none. Obviously there will always be SOME element of chance, but I don’t know if it’s COMPLETELY randomized, as they must have done something to make it more even, I would imagine???
So, this is a main reason I’d like a more official version, if I could like.. buy a board-game that’s already been balanced for me, or play an online version of basically the same game etc. etc. 
(Though if any of the 3 of you who have actually read this far have any advice on how to better balance my cardboard versions, please let me know! There may be a better solution than color coding into categories lol)
(ALSO it may be hard to imagine or boring looking if you’ve just watched videos of it and have never played but, hHH, trust me that it’s really cool! It’s one of my favorite games but, obviously it being relatively obscure and the main game it was attached to being now nonexistent, nobody is ever excited about the concept as much as I am lol... just try.. to imagine... ) 
ANYWAY!!!!... I just... really like this game for some reason and in my quest to find an actual version of it or something, now amplified by the fact that the actual game seems to not work anymore, I thought.. berhaps... other people in the general public would have suggestions or know of similar games (like with flipping tiles based on number calculation)???? sir, may I have some flipping hexagons based on number comparisons? please sir, some coloured hexagons flipped based on numbers?? sOME NUMBERED HEXAGON TILES ON A BOARdggh hvhjflkfnkelnhekltnhlnklkl kh iohnkl k;m klm klm 
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the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Seven
A/N: This chapter has no Poe and the end is so dumb lmao but I love it because Finn is always a miracle!! I apologize for the wait as well I wasn’t sure if you guys would truly enjoy a chapter with no Poe idek
Rating: M for subject matter?
Warning: Naughty words. Reader is a broken lil baby doll but you know you’re still tough
Word count: 3,019, apparently!!
Summary: You endure dinner with Hux and you find Finn.
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Tags: @marvelous-revengers @fandomnerdxox please let me know if you wanted to be tagged and I forgot you, it’s been a while
You were given free rein of the First Order base and a bedroom you could come and go to as you pleased.
It was a very simple room; a bed, an end table with a light, a small dresser, and a personal refresher. It was perfect for an army, similar to the bedroom you used to have with the Resistance, except everything was black and, at its most colorful, very dark grey.
You wished you could say that you had your first night of good rest in a long time now that you weren't in an uncomfortable cell, but you woke frequently, sweating from nightmares of unblinking eyes and weeping pilots.
The bed may have been slightly comfortable, but you were not. When you woke up after yet another nightmare and saw sunlight starting to shine through the little window in your room, you decided to give up. You were moderately rested and that was enough. There were more important things than getting a full eight hours of sleep.
Like finding Finn so you could continue with your plan.
You had to see this plan through and make all this pain worth it.
You could sleep, and rest, and cry, and punish yourself later, when you were safe.
But all you had done needed to be worth it. It needed to be for good. So you shoved everything you felt down and did your best to ignore it. You had to find Finn.
You hadn't expected it to be so hard.
Not just because you were doing your best to ignore most emotions you were feeling, but also because it hadn't occurred to you that there were hundreds of stormtroopers there.
Hundreds of stormtroopers with perfectly identical uniforms.
The only differences you could tell between any of them was their height.
Why hadn't you paid more attention to Finn's height?
Maybe if you had paid a constant, freakish amount of attention to how tall he was, you would be able to at least narrow it down.
You were rounding the corner into a new corridor in search of any stormtrooper that seemed remotely like Finn, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little fear when you almost walked into some officer.
"Ah. Just who I was looking for."
Your mind went into an immediate panic, body tensing in preparation to kick this guy's ass if he tried anything. What if he'd been watching you and somehow deduced that you were searching for your friend?
"General Hux has requested your presence at dinner tonight."
You relaxed, but mostly because you were confused. Hux wanted to have dinner with you?
He really was interested in being a team and that terrified you.
You had to do it for the plan.
Your stupid, stupid plan that had better work.
"Dinner." You were trying so hard to act nonchalant that you looked like an idiot. "When?"
The officer looked at you for a moment, then turned on his heel and walked away. You stared just as he had before half-running after him under the assumption that you were supposed to follow him.
Could these people be normal in any capacity?
He lead you to a door you'd never seen, fairly grandiose compared to the standard doors for most rooms on the base.
He looked at you.
You looked at him.
He rolled his eyes and gestured to the door. "Did the Resistance not teach you how such things work? It's a door. You simply open it and walk in. Shall I show you?"
You made a reminder in the back of your mind to punch this guy when you got out.
"I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go in yet. You didn't say anything." Yeah, you'd punch that judgmental stare right off his face. "Shouldn't I be wearing something...nicer?"
Because this felt like a date and a First Order uniform was odd for a date, and— why the hell were you entertaining the idea of dressing nice for General Armitage Hux? You'd prefer to be dressed as a bantha while alone with him.
You wanted to get away from this officer before he could judge you more — what kind of monsters weren't even kind to one of their own? — so you stepped forward to allow the doors to open, almost relieved when they hissed shut behind you.
The room was bland and yet luxurious like everything else. There was an impossibly long, black table in the center of the room, surrounded by at least a dozen chairs with high backs that were, of course, also black.
You vowed then and there to never own anything black again, should you make it out.
The color just reminded you of the same thing as your subconscious; unblinking eyes and weeping pilots.
And the woman who caused them both.
You started counting the chairs to keep yourself from giving into the sinking feeling that thought gave you, making it to eight before your gaze landed on the man seated at the far end of the table.
General Hux, impeccable as always with a smirk that must have been the biggest smile he could manage.
"I'm pleased to see you joined me."
Wait, had you had a choice?
Before you could foolishly walk right out of the room, he stood and walked over to you, kissing the back of your hand.
He might have been charming if he hadn't been so repulsive instead.
You moved to the chair at the other end of the table where what you assumed to be your dinner waited, sitting down. "May I ask why you wanted me here?" You did, in fact, ask.
"I thought you may enjoy a hot meal." He returned to his chair, raising his voice to be heard given the surprising distance.
Could that really be it? General fucking Hux of the First Order liked you enough now to give you something more than bread and water? Or maybe he knew your plan and this was the calm before he had you brutally murdered. That seemed more likely.
But the food smelled amazing and you couldn't remember the last time you had a good meal like the one in front of you. Even before you were taken by the First Order, you hadn't had real, substantial food since before the war came to a head.
You eyed the array of utensils on the table, picking up a fork and piercing some sort of root vegetable, tentatively bringing it to your lips.
Oh, it was so warm and you could have cried when the flavor touched your tongue. You'd almost forgotten how amazing real food tasted between quick ration meals with the Resistance and plain mush or bread with the First Order. You let out a fairly immodest moan before you realized that Hux was watching you intently. His smirk almost seemed like a smile now.
You swallowed the bite you took. "Thank you. For this." Even if he was going to kill you as soon as you were done eating.
Seemingly satisfied, he picked up his own fork and started eating with you.
The room was silent and you tried your best to keep your thoughts away from certain subjects that would having you breaking down at dinner with a man who you'd convinced you were on his side. You looked at the drink with your meal questioningly, which prompted the general across from you to let you know it was 'emerald wine'. Drinking it helped to distract you. You focused on how delicious the meal was, how normal Hux looked while he was eating, how terrible the interior decorating was, and how this seemed like a room Kylo Ren would stomp his foot about you being in.
Which made you realize that there was a certain someone you hadn't even seen a glimpse of during your time here.
"Hey, where's Kylo Ren in all of this?"
The sound of a fork scraping harshly against a plate rang through the room and you cringed at the horrible noise, looking ahead to see anger flit over Hux's face.
"Our...Supreme Leader...has more important matters to attend to." He spoke carefully as if he might explode at any moment.
It occurred to you that this was a glimpse of his humanity; anger that wasn't self-righteous and perhaps not unfounded. Maybe pulling out the humanity of a man who seemed so inhuman would make your plan a little easier.
"You hate him." You refused to look away as his eyes sharply met yours. "Don't you?"
"He is our Supreme Leader." He spoke in such a clipped tone that his barely hidden feelings were obvious.
You decided to take a chance. You gathered your plate and cup, moving to sit much closer to him, though there was still a chair and a corner of the table between you two. "Who do you think I'm going to tell if you're honest with me?"
He looked like he was considering it, but stayed silent so long that you assumed you were going to return to the somehow loud silence.
"—he's an insolent brat with no leadership skills beyond forcing people to do things that satisfy his obsessive need for vengeance. He has no place as the Supreme Leader."
You stared at him in slight surprise for a moment. "He is a bit of a brat, isn't he?"
"His constant tantrums are an embarrassment to the First Order and our ultimate goal." Hux's words were absolutely laced with hatred.
"Oh, I've witnessed them." You scoffed. "He acts like a youngling."
The general was smiling and then you realized that you were smiling and, fuck, had you just bonded with this man over a shared hatred of Kylo Ren?
You could not bond with the man who tortured you and your friends just because you saw the human within him.
A strange sort of empathy lingered in you nonetheless. Something made him the way he was today, and you had heard plenty of rumors regarding his mother and his monstrous father.
Feeling empathy for him did not make you like him, though.
You both fell silent again, eating and drinking together.
You intended to do what you had assumed of him; let this be the calm before you turned on him.
To do so, you would have to pretend to bond with him, at least.
However, having a conversation with someone like this did not come easily to you.
"So...do you have a favorite color?"
General Hux's favorite color was black, and you learned a lot more about him. Useless facts of favorite things and good memories.
You were actually enjoying yourself until one of his good memories happened to be blowing up a planet full of innocent people. That one kind of put a damper on things and made you remember that this was the man who put you through hell.
A normal conversation may have been a pleasant break from everything, but it didn't change that fact.
You didn't realize you had actually been talking for hours until he mentioned it was late and bid you goodnight, and walked you to the door like he was a gentleman or something.
Without your attention elsewhere, you realized that your very few hours of sleep were catching up to you now that it was night. Your eyes were heavy and you were practically shuffling towards your new room, where you would likely hardly sleep due to more nightmares.
You were just wondering if you were lost after turning down a fourth corridor that didn't hold your bedroom when the sound of perfectly methodical footsteps made you pause. Only stormtroopers marched in such an inimitable way, and you were fairly certain they had a forced early curfew as another means to control them.
The footsteps changed abruptly, suddenly uneven and...sad.
Could footsteps be sad?
Were you really standing there wondering about someone's footsteps when you could have been looking for your room?
A stormtrooper came into view, their head — helmet? — lowered until they came close enough to see your boots, which had them quickly straightening up.
They didn't say anything. Just stared.
Last time a trooper stared at you, it had been—
"Finn?" It couldn't be. After all your searching the entire day, and you were going to run into him alone? But whoever it was tensed and stepped back. That told you more than enough, but you needed further proof. "Take off your helmet."
They hesitated.
You were fairly certain you were already above them, despite having just joined the First Order.
"That is an order."
Reluctant hands came up and unlatched the helmet, taking it off to reveal exactly who you expected.
You forced yourself not to hug him this time.
"Fi— FN-2187." You'd already said his name once. "Could you help me find my room?"
"Yes," he said, even though confusion very briefly flashed in his gaze. Confusion was good, better than the emptiness you'd seen before, showing that your friend was in there and you could get him out if you tried hard enough.
Damn it, you were going to get him out.
He lead you down one more corridor before stopping at the door that held your room, and you might have felt stupid if you weren't focused on other things.
"Thank you." You stepped into the room and he turned to go, only for you to grab onto his arm and yank him in with you, letting the door shut.
"What—"
"Shh! Don't talk, don't attack." You shoved him against the wall, pinning him there. "Finn, I need you to come back to me."
"Ma'am—"
You scowled at the formal, superior title. "No! Y/N. My name is Y/N, you know that and you call me that." He tried to look away and you grabbed his face to make him look at you. "I don't know what they did to you, I don't know what they took from you, but you have to come back. You beat them before, I know you can do it again."
He started to move away. "I should really go—" He gave a grunt as you pushed him back against the wall, his eyes a little wide.
"You have to break out of this, Finn. I can't...I can't do this on my own." Your gaze searched his for a true hint of change. "I can tell they hurt you to make you this way. Do you have any idea what's been going on with everyone else? They put me in solitary and only took me out to hurt Poe, or watch him be hurt, or even be hurt by him. I finally had to convince them that I'm switching to their side, and I just realized that this is gonna be terrible if you rat me out to them, but I can't stop now. Rose is a slave on some planet where they're gathering resources for First Order buildings."
His face seemed slightly less neutral and slightly more upset, which had to be a good thing, right?
"Poe is a dog, Finn. A dog. They torture and humiliate him constantly, and I can tell he's not going to last much longer. You've seen him. You've hurt him. The rest of the Resistance...I don't know what's happened to them, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they end up here, too. Rey misses you so much. Do you want her in the hands of Kylo Ren?" You had no doubt the Supreme Leader would happily come around for her.
"I'm supposed to be in bed."
You dropped your head, wondering if you should give up.
But you couldn't because you were going to get Finn and Poe out of here, and you couldn't imagine it would be easy to drag a brainwashed stormtrooper onto a ship back to the Resistance.
How could you snap him out of this? You already tried words and while that seemed to make a slight crack, it didn't change him fully. You didn't want to hit him. Maybe if you shocked him enough, it would bring him out; even a well-trained stormtrooper couldn't be perfect in all situations, right?
The first thing that came to mind was a terrible idea. Your terrible ideas seemed to be going pretty well, though.
Now, you were aware that Finn was handsome and sweet, but the two of you had never been attracted to each other. By the time you met, you had secret eyes for a certain pilot and he had eyes for someone else.
Which was exactly why you knew that this just might be shocking enough to pull him out of his current state.
You grabbed onto Finn's face and slammed your lips against his.
There was this brief pause that felt hours longer than it actually was where he just stayed still and you thought it might not work, but he soon flailed and yanked himself away from you.
He stared at you with wild eyes.
Beautiful, wild eyes that weren't the least bit empty.
"What the hell was that?!" His confused, slightly frightened look only intensified as he looked around. "Where are we?" He asked like he didn't remember.
"The First Order base."
The horror that came to his face seemed to tell you that he hadn't remembered and everything was rushing back to him. "What did I do—"
You grabbed onto his shoulders before he could spiral into terrifying realization, knowing you needed to keep him calm now that he was back. "We've all done some pretty regrettable things, Finn, but we can't focus on that right now. We've got a pilot who's given up and a technician forced into slavery, and we have to get out of here. I need your help. We can cry together later, okay?"
He gave a slightly distracted nod, his mind still obviously racing with the thoughts of what had happened to him and what he had done.
As you filled him in on your barely plausible plan, you knew this was the miracle you were so desperate for.
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hc : little!dan and daddy!phil at a party and dan has waaaaay to much to drink and flirts w every guy that even remotely looks like his boo and Phil gets real fuckin jealous so he starts to fuck with him in the middle of the party and then we get to the point where there's a group watching them fuck and stuff idk man my fantasies are weird sometimes lmao
This isnt the exact prompt, but i had a pre-written fic just sitting in my notes and its pretty similar!! ------------------------------------------------Dan hated parties, but he loved his bestfriend, whom had somehow managed to drag Dan out to a college party on a Friday night when Dan would rather be scrolling through aesthetic tumblr posts.The house was fairly large, with two stories and a huge first-floor balcony that wrapped around the entire floor.Music was blasting and Dan could already see the flashing, multi-colored lights blazing from the many windows.He could tell that Phil was excited by the way his eyes lit up when he stepped out of the car and heard the music.This was what kept Dan there.He was uncomforteble at parties.Phil fit in because of the way he dressed in all dark colors and had tattoos up his arms, but dan liked to stay away from crowds because they usually ended up making fun of him. He liked dresses, Frilly skirts and lacy socks.---The horendously loud music pounded in Dan's head causing him to wince any time there was vibrating bass, but he was having fun nonetheless. Phil had gotten the both of them some kind of alcohol that tasted absolutley terrible.Dan had only taken a few sips before he noticed that Phil had downed his entire Solo cup."Jesus christ, Phil." He muttered, hoping Phil would just read his lips.---By about 2am both of the boys were blackout drunk. Dan had changed into a blue and pink skirt to dance in and was now stumbling quickly upstairs, being dragged by Phil, who was completely unaware of what he was doing.He pulled Dan into one of the guest bedrooms in the big house and suddenly their lips were crashing together. Phil staggered backwards, pushing Dan towards the bed which hit the back of his knees, causing him to fall back onto it.He bounced twice before catching his breath and looking blearily up at Phil."You look so pretty for me Dan." Phil praised, running a hand lazily up Dan's thigh to lift the skirt. Dan let out an inaudible whine as Phil began to palm him through his pink panties. Dan had gotten hard the moment Phil's lips had met his own. Now, pre-cum was already making a wet mark on his new panties."Do you wear these everyday baby?" Phil cooed, kissing up and down Dan's sensitive neck, earning a moan from the younger boy.Dan couldn't help but thrust his hips up into the heel of Phil's palm, he was needy."What do you want baby? Do you want my cock?" Phil asked, purposefully dropping his voice as he leaned in close to Dan's ear. Dan shivered and nodded quickly."Roll over, with your ass in the air." Phil commanded, backing away from Dan so he could move and do as he was told."Such a good boy for me.." Phil praised as he stared at Dan's round ass, only covered by a strip of cloth.Phil pulled his panties down slowly, teasing dan. He let his finger "accidentally" graze Dan's hole, making him jump wih a gasp of, "Please Phil!" to which Phil obliged.He slicked one of his fingers up with his own saliva and slowly pushed it halfway in.Dan groaned at the stinging stretch but wanted more, pushing back onto Phil's forefinger the rest of the way.---Soon enough Phil had undressed himself and had stretched Dan just enough to fuck him silly."Are you ready baby?" He asked before slowly pushing himself into Dan. "So tight for me Dan.."A squeal escaped Dan's throat as The sensation of Phil's warm cock filling him up took over. Phil began to thrust, hardly pausing to see if Dan was ready.The gasps and moans were beautiful. The squeaks and squeals were all Phil wanted."Oh fuck, Phil!" Dan gasped as Phil hit his sweet spot."You like that?" Phil asked before repeating the motion, making Dan gasp again. His face was pressed into the sheets as he pushed back onto Phil's cock, his own aching from the pleasure."Close, Phil.." Dan began repetedly chanting bettween gasps and groans.Phil reached around and began to jerk Dan off, which cause Dan to imediatly squeal."Fuck Phil..! Gonna cum!" Dan practically screamed before unloading himself onto his own chest, the sheets, and the underside of his chin.Phil rode oud Dan's high until he was filling his best friend with his own cum, the warm feeling deep inside Dan made him feel so good."Such a good boy, Dan. Such a good boy for me. You did so good baby. I'm so proud of you..."---It's a good thing Phil can't remember anything that happened that night, but Dan really did want more.- [ ]
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the noisy past (4)
Prompt: Day 2 - Sensitive
Pairing: Bambooshipping (Yuuya/Kachidoki Isao)
Lateness continues. A thousand apologies, but thanks to someone I still have to live with, I doubt I will catch up at all this week. Especially when we get to day 6.
But that’s okay because bambooshipping. Thanks to @yuugo for being the first to write this ship and showing me that I wasn’t alone in this particular shipping heaven when I bothered to check the tags lmao.
(I’ve been waiting for this one. Also, considering ship naming ‘rules’ have been broken 3,000 times by now, could we please break another and rename this ship berserkshipping? Because that’s what I desire in my darkest heart. ^^)
Neither one of them talks about three things: their fathers, their war tours, or their tempers.
It’s hard (at first) to start a relationship with someone when so many sensitive subjects are already off-limits. But Sakaki Yuuya didn’t choose Kachidoki Isao on his own. They chose each other, and kept gravitating toward one another like twin suns; always burning inside, gleaming outside.
Yuuya and Kachidoki bond over rainbow sherbet ice cream and martial arts. The latter is Kachidoki’s passion of course, but its similarities in form and function to Action Dueling stir and fan Yuuya’s interest. In exchange, Yuuya takes him out for that ice cream by the lake. The two activities become inextricable from then on.
Not mentioning their shortcomings or their crimes against one another, which echo loudly behind every word and deed anyway, is an ingrained habit by the time Maiami learns they’re dating. It takes a while to bend this trend.
One day, Kachidoki and Yuuya go to get arm tattoos. The line is out-the-door full of rebellious college students and summer school truants, so they go to the arts and crafts supply store instead and Yuuya ends up inking his boyfriend’s arm at the dog park.
“I didn’t ever see you as the type to get tattoos,” he says breezily as he colors in one part of a twin lightning bolt--then he feels like falling into a black hole for even hinting at Kachidoki’s own “rebellious phase”. Those occult rainbow markings still gave him nightmares.
His purple-haired partner just gives him a really, really long Look before shrugging and picking a bug out of his hair without changing expression.
“...Hey, quit twitching and shivering or your other lightning bolt won’t come out right!”
Two months after Kachidoki visits and enjoys Yuuya’s first performance he says, “I should meet your father.”
Just out of the blue.
The Pendulum founder sputters and drops his radish-colored wig from last night’s musical. It’s the first time Kachidoki has even acknowledged that he knows Yuuya’s father came home from the war. (But see, when Yuuya asked Kachidoki to meet his father before he just got a flippant “When I finish my training and meet him myself, so can you.” Which, wow.)
“Y-You want... you want to... I m-mean sure, it’s no problem, it’s just that he’s been really busy rebuilding his reputation! So he might be really busy...”
I barely see him myself, he doesn’t say, but Kachidoki seems to understand that anyway. Yuushou’s return had not erased what his initial departure had wrought, not that he seemed to notice. He divides most of his time these days between ceremonial duels and dinner dates with Yuuya’s mother, which is fine, except that he has a son too.
Kachidoki doesn’t rescind his request, but he doesn’t push it either.
“Tell me about the Lancers,” Kachidoki says another time. They’re spooning on Yuuya’s couch, watching late night true-crime, and Yuuya was playing with the tails of Kachidoki’s purple hair like a cat would. The question causes him to accidentally yank a few strands out; his stone-cold paramour doesn’t even flinch.
“Is it already time to trade me in?” he teases.
“No, I mean--your time with them. Going to war, when it’s completely against your nature. How... was it?”
Yuuya hesitates--bites his lip--fiddles with the remote. We’ve done so well not talking about the dimensional war, or our own duels, or any of that old pain. It doesn’t help that he’s a little more emotional about all this than Kachidoki, or the other Lancers, or his parents, or...
There’s a pressure on the crown of his head, right around the strand that always sticks up. Then again. Kachidoki is kissing him. He talks slowly, but puts weight in every word, settling Yuuya’s nerves and keeping him still.
“Sakaki,” he eventually says, “not talking about Academia, Zarc or duel schools worked fine before when we were starting this. I don’t want to get to a point where it... doesn’t work fine.”
Oh.
“There’s no future without a past,” Kachidoki continues, looking straight into Yuuya’s scarlet eyes. “I want us to have a future--so we need to have the past too.”
Yuuya can’t bring himself to blurt out more than haphazard feelings and impressions about the Lancers and his time in the resistance that night. And it takes them both a while to feel comfortable mentioning other personal things they’d previously made off-limits--days, weeks, months. But gradually they merge their bumpy past with their smooth present.
The rainbow sherbet ice cream helps.
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bluekitsune · 7 years
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late NDRV3 Chapter 5 impressions
Ok So Momota is being a massive fucking prick right off the bat. Like “Oh well I guess we did survive because you revealed the truth but I’m still gonna give you the cold shoulder because you were supposed to be on my side not on Ouma’s even if looking away would’ve killed us all ANYWAY”
IS...... the school....... is this a rocket......... are you fucking kidding me? Please let me be wrong
Are they in space? Did I stumble into another 999 bullshit??????
They’re obviously going to turn out being the Golsomething plan people (or not) and they were there to make sure it succeeded. Now I’m thinking. If there’s some bullshit of Despair going on again, could the Mastermind have created the meteor shower?
Noooooooooooooo thay compressor is a complete and total death flag on Kibo NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Plot Twist: Kibo has a Naegi alter ego inside him??????? That’s what I’m leaning into believing at this point
I’m gonna be so sad when he dies :C I don’t even have hope anymore tbh
Ouma pulling some Komaeda bullshit. But TBH I’ll stick with Komaeda any time. Even his despair bullshit is a lot better than Ouma’s bullshit
Magical Girl Hammers huh
Oh my god. Ok so THAT’s what was in Amami’s BG.
Ouma is like a collage of all the Mastermind theories and Monokuma gijinkas I’ve laid my fucking eyes on,down to the black and white scheme. but somehow eGdiEr wow. Idk I just wanna rip that scarf off and choke him.  It’s so easy to fall on the hate or love with this kind of character. I mean, Shinguuji was very childishly delusional but I’d still stick with him. Or something. I’m very confused
How out of options where these guys? A Robot? Seriously? If you need to repopulate why would you count him as a human????? No healer in the crew? Are you guys fucking stupid? Send a sick half baked astronaut along? Fucking dicks. This is the worst “Seeds of Humanity” bullshit I’ve seen and I’ve read a lot of shitty things
Ok so does Kibo breathe? If Kibo didn’t breathe he could hypothetically scout the outside and come back with information. If there really is a way to revive the students, then they should be able to get everyone back and have Iruma make shit to help the outside, just like Towa city.
:C I hope the SDR2 crew is ok probably not . Just imagine Hajizuru and Ko and Gundam and Sonia fine aged like wine damn
Ok, this can’t be the entire twist; There’s no way they’re just handing it down so easily no matter how shitposty this is.  So Ouma could have either KILLED the mastermind and hijacked the whole thing, or he could be going along with another “suggestion”. Or the simplier option, he just found the remote control laying around the Mecha’s room.
He would be the obvious “traitor” and idrk where this is going
MMMMmmmm Is there going to be 6 chapters like the tradition? I don’T KNOW GOD
AH THERE IT GOES. I knew it couldn’t be separate from the other games >:C Is the voice insde Kibo Chiaki? I’m going nuts trying to resolve what is it
Lack of options is because of Space Aids aka Radical 6 huh. Wow... An assassin, an evil leader........ does Kibougamine ever do psychiatric checks before admitting students tho? C’mon Naegi you should’ve learned this far in
NGL I think Momota is gonna be dead, either in a pool of blood or something else. I really like how the group is going now. >C I don’t want anyone else to die goddingit
Really looking forwards to Spoiler-chan
Kibo maybe you shouldn’t be around the Electric bomb you DIPSHIT
SHIT MAN. Not even glanced at the crime scene and it’s already like one of those extreme bullshit cases from Ace Attorney. 
???, aka Amami’s talent, was finally murdered after he fleed his owner. RIP, Amami’s talent, Anon-kun
Maki is already jumping into concluding the body is Momota without a shred of grief? I don’t buy it. She knows something. Also, is this going to be a death caused by illness at last?????? Cuz the compressor wouldn’t trigger if it detected living organic matter amirite
Hmm So Yumeno sneaked Momota the crossbow and the bottles? Was Momota trying to question Ouma to find out if he’s really the Mastermind? The translator is a little unsure of the bottle title so I’m not sure what it actually is
Is it poison or some truth serum? HM the clothes are really weird. Kibo shoving his hand on toilets just like James huuhhhhhhh
Maki used her hammer early to let Monokuma go from the Mechas that were stopping him but why? Is the Mastermind going to be knotted into this mess again? That’s a load of crap man
I really don’t know what to expect
OK SO STOP with the voices WHICH ONE IS IT. This mecha bullshit needs to stop Why is Momota pretending to be Ouma? They can’t be riding on the same thing. But caught off guard the voice goes back to Momota’s
How can he mimic Ouma’s speech like that? This is some grade A bullshit (it’s probably the Mecha but IDK still pointless bullshit)
It’s wayyyy too early in the trial for Yumeno to be the real culprit. It’s more likely she had handed the crossbow to Momota. Also everyone is overlooking Ouma’s clothes had a shot right on the back, if you survive that shit you’re gonna be paralised;   Eguisu Ouma hasn’t laughed “nishishi” even once. That’s a stupid reason but it’s what leads me to believe its not him hah.......
Also how far into the trial is someone gonna be like WELL The arrow hole just magically appeared into the video. You kids suck. YOU SUCK. Hinata was much smarter than you detective wtf. so much bullshit. If you PAUSE. YOU PAUSE. DONT NEED EDITING BITCHES?????
If they wanna shitpost to the extreme it’s gonna turn out both Momota AND Ouma are alive Lmao
Both the injuries with the arrows could be fabricated later. If Momota died of sickness that could be post mortem. 
I’m so tired of this switching bullshit just get it straight out omg
Wait, with Maki’s addition we still don’t know where the third arrow hit. First was on Ouma’s arm shot by Momota, second was her trying to kill him ???? And Momota jumped in front of it. Unless I’m confused. The cutscene didn’t have Ouma with the second shot on his back 
So I’m holding back on my bets
The Remote is such an unfair advantage. Couldn’t he have cheated on practically everything? Unloick the shit out of the entire school’s cardkey or not and so on
If they were going for maximum tearjerker, they’d have Ouma let Kaito die with her poison and her be executed. If they’re going for lawful good, they’d have Ouma kill Kaito and be executed. But these are too obvious. There’s also the possibility Kaito drank more poison himself so he’d die by his own hand, like Sakura
NOT THE CORPSE BULLSHIT AGAIN.
Oh man ok so Ouma was scheming for this goal? That’s way nuttier than Ko. Turn himself into a symbol for them all to hate to draw them into his goal. Then kidnap and get Momota away to force him to cooperate...........?
Idk how to feel. Purple boy was the ultimate twink (also he and Kato sharing some colors was probably intentional?)
I see what they’re aiming for, Momota to be the “true” counterpart of the “Lie” ouma, but it’s early to know how I feel about it.I’m glad Ouma wasn’t the Mastermind. He was truly a great, complex character. Not one of my favorites, but still very hard to like, and hard to read. 
:C So all of Momota’s similarities with Jin were for this paralel huh. It’s sad but it’s better than dying through the execution. He looked so peaceful. Also the first time someone frustrates the plan to the end.
Junko????? Again wow who’s surprised amirite. At this point I’m not gonna be surprised if they have clones of everyone statched away somewhere. That’s why they keep fretting on “having fun again” and “lives with real (unique) meaning)?”
OH NO KIBO NO Is he berserk? HE WAS TRANSMITTING TO NAEGI WASNT HE
NO.......... NO...................... LET THE ROBOT BE........... LEAVE THE ROBOT ALONE......... (he looks so cool BUT LEAVE HIM ALONE LET HIM LIVE)
Where is my Spoiler-chan??????? 
I keep thinking about Jabberwock Island. I keep thinking about them building a shelter.. If they get past the Meteors, Tsumiki can create vaccines. Souda can make air purifiers. Hajizuru can do pretty much fuckall. :C I want to see them live through armagedon >CCCCCCC 
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lance is definitely immature bc he’s a teen and he has selfish moments but arguably the whole team does so giving specifically him shit for it is annoying. everyone’s desires are amplified by being away from home and having a huge responsibility that makes it hard for them to act on it, so I think that intensifies really selfish moments when you just want what you want, just One thing out of everything else they’re going through. but none of that is more selfish than not considering allura’s trauma even once because you’re half galra so all of a sudden you’re sensitive to them being hated. none of that is more selfish than prioritizing the fact that you’re a good person over survivors. but keep pegging lance as the self-centered one. l m a o
Honestly, stepping in here to say that Keith doesn’t– not consider Allura’s trauma? Prior to the half-Galra reveal he prods at her views on the Galra after Ulaz’s sacrifice - for Ulaz’s sake, and Allura very very justifiably and accurately points out that Ulaz’s secret society has had 10k years to get their shit together so fuck ‘em, and Keith accepts that (because she’s right, js, fuck ‘em).
But, after the reveal? Keith- doesn’t rise to ANY of Allura’s reactions to him. He looks away, he takes it, quietly. The most he does is tell Hunk to knock it off, and states that it’s bad enough Allura hates him– but Keith doesn’t? Demand? Anything? Of? Her?
When she’s telling him about her trauma, he’s hurt, but he doesn’t interrupt, he doesn’t talk over her, he doesn’t– like I’m sorry but I don’t think Keith is being selfish regarding Allura’s trauma? He’s sensitive to her hating him over something he can’t help, but like, he still has issues with Galra himself (see his reaction to the Galra soldier he meets)– he doesn’t even react to Hunk reminding Allura that Keith was involved with a mission too. Keith ducks his head, and does his part, for the team, as always.
Like Lance isn’t self-centered, but- uh- neither is Keith? He’s not prioritizing his feelings over Allura’s trauma?
he didn’t really accept what allura said in episode 6, he just stopped talking and it cut to another scene. his only comment being it’s bad enough that allura hates him is again focusing on his feelings. you’re giving him way too much credit based on ~speculation~ from body language rather than what was said, which was either defenses for ulaz or his own sensitivity. he’s said absolutely nothing re how allura must feel. we’ve seen way more emotion from him about ulaz than about allura losing her people because of the galra. sorry but he was whack in s2 and the most selfish. all of them are corny for not giving allura’s trauma a thought but he was the most sensitive for obvious reasons. silence toward allura when he’s been more vocal about the marmora is not fighting for her and it is prioritizing his feelings
Regarding E6, it cut to another scene, thus implying the discussion they were involved in is over, and that therefore, Keith has ceased arguing and pushing a counterpoint, which he as a character has never been shy to do and is even a defining character trait - he’s very clear in his expression of disagreement whether verbally, or via expressions (see: most discussions with Lance). There is then a prolonged considering silence that follows. It’s acceptance of her point, and absorption of her logic. From a narrative perspective, Allura concludes the conversation because she’s right: there may be good Galra, but they have failed to counteract for 10, 000 of expansion, annexing, exploitation and oppression.
Post that scene, Keith’s pro-Galran commentary with all characters - including post-reveal - stops. Before it, he’s supportive of Ulaz, and after, he leaves Shiro out to dry. Keith’s suspicious with the Blade of Marmora (as-is most of the team), ranging to flat-out aggressive when he meets with them. He’s prepared to rescue a Galra Soldier, verbally implicating that they - the Paladins of Voltron - are morally better than the Galra by doing so, but also to disarm and threaten the person he rescues on sight. I’d say that Keith pretty clearly accepts what Allura says at the time, and rapidly practices her viewpoint, even after e8.
He’s simply not vocal about the Marmora. He doesn’t defend them- Shiro does. He doesn’t even parley with them to their faces- he’s aggressive, demanding, and suspicious from e8 until after his conversation with Allura. Even when taking over Thace’s role in the mission, Keith is angry, condescending and disrespectful to the Blade of Marmora, which is prominent given they are under the impression that both as a Galra, and specifically as a Blade Galra, they should be able to command and order Keith around. Except Keith is not Galra, nor sees himself as Galra.
With Hunk, who pushes the discussion the most, Keith denies and detaches himself from Galra heritage. Understandable, given Keith’s views on the Galra, and how removed they are from Keith’s identity: he’s raised human, he’s human-passing, he has no idea he has any Galra heritage for a long time, and upon reveal, does not know how, or how much, he benefits in no way from the Empire’s exploitation, and in fact, is at a disadvantage for it as a human and Paladin. It’s hardly unusual for biraciality to exist under oppressive regimes, often for distasteful reasons but not always, and not uncommon for people to detach themselves from that heritage under similar circumstances.
Keith also does explicitly discuss how Allura must feel, which is that she hates him, for the reasons Hunk reiterates (Hunk realizes midtalk that Keith has accurately read the situation, Keith waits patiently for Hunk to empathize with Allura) – that they massacred her people, and destroyed her family. His frustration with that is solidly directed at the fact that Keith does not feel Galra (contextually, the discussion is Keith denying being Galra, and Hunk insisting that he is, in fact, part Galra), and is upset with both Hunk - and Allura - for seeing him as Galra, asking Hunk to knock it off, but does not remotely do the same with Allura, undoubtedly because of the trauma he is clearly aware of. Which again, this all fits with the fact that Keith is raised human, human-passing, has never been raised Galra, and the only benefit he gains FROM being Galra is being able to log into the racist Galra computer system, something he explicitly uses to attack the Galran Empire…which by the by, is the one time Keith remotely accepts himself as biracial Galra.
And again, in any case, his reaction to her being silence, and withdrawal is not giving him too much credit. Again, it’s indicative of acceptance, and Keith’s subsequent practicing of anti-Galra behaviour (his detachment from his Galran blood, his aggression and prejudice towards the rescued Galran Soldier, his aggression towards The Blade of Marmora) is agreement. He’s not walking up to her, and empathizing with her openly, something I’m very sure she doesn’t want either given her current feelings towards him, but he is detached and disconnected from Hunk fairly neutrally defending him (again, it’s pretty neutral, because Keith was there on the mission).
Otherwise, during Allura’s confrontation, Keith’s expression is hurt, but he still doesn’t react defensively. He agrees with her. The Galra are terrible people, and Keith is a terrible person. Keith’s biracial, and he freakin’ hates himself for it.
I think you’re overspeculating from Keith’s body language, reading it out of context from his actions, biracial-coding and autistic-coding. He’s minimizing himself physically, disengaging, being non-intrusive, non-threatening, not defending himself or the Blade of Marmora, and practices anti-Galra prejudice himself, both on his own, and in front of Allura. From all accounts, post E6, Keith agrees with Allura, and supports her feelings, albeit from the complex position of his friends identifying him as Galra, against both his history, social status in the universe, and preferences.
Also, again whilst Allura’s feelings are understandable, they are not justifiable. She’s being prejudiced, and it arises from intense trauma, and the Galran Empire being a lethally oppressive, exploitative, racially-identified organization– and she is more than reasonable in her feelings of distrust and anger towards Galran allies like Ulaz, and the Blade of Marmora, but she is still not correct in how she treats a biracial friend for something both outside his control, and outside his experiences, history and knowledge.
like if it’s to the point where you have to analyze keith’s facial expressions because he didn’t say jack shit about allura or stand up for / think about her feelings even once I think we can conclude his priorities aren’t where they should be and that’s been the case ever since he saw ulaz’s blade. once his personal feelings & character became involved he hesitates, he gets vocal over it, and he’s not sticking up for his teammate
I’m not speculating from body language, you are? you wrote entire paragraphs from keith going silent and glancing downward lmao. him being autistic is a headcanon, so don’t bring that into this. it also doesn’t matter that he’s biracial - people who are mixed with white still have to analyze how close they are to whiteness, colorism, and acknowledge if they’re white-passing or not. so that’s not a get out of jail free card. also being passing doesn’t invalidate any identities you have, that’s harmful rhetoric
your whole response is bullshit. allura is not prejudiced. you clearly do not know how prejudice or racism works. throw out as many identities as you want - biracial, maybe autistic - but using that to shield people from their wrongdoings is identity politics and flawed representation politics
I do not care how horrible keith feels about being galra, just like I don’t care when white people throw themselves a pity party about how sad they are to be white and have ancestors that are slave drivers. I do not and will not ever care. it may be outside of his control, but it is not outside of his history especially with his mom being a part of galra resistance. it’s not outside of his knowledge anymore. it may be outside of his experience, but even later generations must always remain aware and accountable of how they benefit from violent history. otherwise you have situations like evolved racism because white people were never held responsible for our slavery or genocide
when your people do violent shit, you carry that weight with you just like its survivors always will. we will never, ever be free from that weight. why the fuck should you be? get off of my post with your ignorant ass
I use Keith's actions, words, facial expressions, and the narrative editing to construct a full context, which concludes he gives Allura space, understanding and even agreement. He empathizes with her feelings, and supports her opinion of the Galra both when he's around her, and to others, whilst performing his duties as a Paladin. I think therefore we can conclude his priorities are precisely where they should be: supporting Allura, and fighting the war against the Galra.
You speculate from the silence and body language that Keith is failing to support her, but fail to contextualize any other part of it. You're overspeculating in one area, and pushing a narrative. Further, he is autistic encoded, and lack of canon confirmation does not deny that he is written in such a way that he behaves and thinks and communicates like a person with autism. I am bringing that into it, because how his support of Allura is expressed is done so through that encoding. It's relevant, because autistic communication styles are vilified frequently, particularly as selfish, malicious or insufficiently empathetic.
Your reading of Keith’s body language has everything to do with autism, and ableism.
Now, he doesn't defend himself personally, either in regard to his feelings or character, but instead validly denies that he is Galra. Which is fair. As said, he is biracial but not Galra-passing, not Galra-raised, not of Galra-culture, not a beneficiary in anyway to the oppression of the Alteans, or privilege of the Galra, and not aligned in anyway politically, ideologically, or racially with the Galra.
This isn't identity politics. Keith's communication of support ties into autism, and your rejection of it ties into the treatment of autistic people as less human. Keith's biraciality ties into this because Allura's prejudice is a statement of Galra being biologically oppressive and treacherous, rather than culturally oppressive and treacherous.
Her feelings towards the Blade of Marmora are deeply valid. The members of The Blade of Marmora are full Galra, or at minimum, Galra-passing, they benefit from Galra privilege as members of the Empire, and ruling class, they have thought a great deal about how Zarkon is a tyrant, but were involved in the expansion of the Empire through at least tacit agreement. Their first known act of rebellion was freeing Shiro, then rescuing the Paladins in s1, then helping with the final battle in s2. They are piss-poor allies, both ideologically and practically.
Allura can and does point this out, but when she constructs a biological argument around it, which shows with how she deals with Keith, who is not Galra-passing, not privileged, not culturally, historically, politically or ideologically Galra… she's being blinded by her feelings of loss, and anger, and irrationally prejudiced.
This isn't identity politics. This is called context, and analysis.
See, the thing is, Keith isn't Galra. That's the whole thing. In the analogue you have, he is not a white person having a pity-party, he is a PoC, who is being laterally aggressed by Allura for not being PoC enough, and non-laterally aggressed by the Galra, including the Blade of Marmora for not being Galra.
And again, let's remember, Keith does not benefit from the violent history of the Galra. They aren't his people, even the Blade of Marmora aren't his people — if Keith had agreed to their hierarchy, been treated fairly or even humanely by them, argued on their behalf, accepted them as his people, defended himself against Allura’s biologically driven prejudice… if any of that had taken place, there would be some argument that Keith is not supporting Allura.
Plus the fact he allows Allura her anger and grief is as much accountability as can be expected from Keith — he accepts, indefinitely, and permanently, that she sees him as Galra, and that the Galra destroyed Altea.
Your argument is flawed because your projecting the fandom's colourism against Allura, and favouritism towards Keith onto Keith as a character. As requested, I have moved my reply off your post.
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