#transitioning could've saved her
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I am the only one who has ever understood Andy at all (I'm being delusional again)
#andrew graves#pocketcat#rher#burial route#decay route#tcoaal#fear & hunger#the coffin of andy and leyley#fear and hunger#crossover#transgender#transitioning could've saved her#do you understand what I'm saying here???
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Idk if this is just me but ngl it frustrates me how many jokes i see along the lines of "boys make the best girls"/"transitioning could've saved her"/general forcefem related jokes and like. Nothing in the other direction. Every time I say 'girls make the best boys" as a joke or think about forcemasc i feel like I'm secretly being transphobic (the latter especially- could probably write a whole seperate ask about how weird i feel talking about forcemasc) and its just Ugh. Sorry for the ranting just wanted to get this off my chest
Its definitely not just you. Personally I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with these jokes but I agree it's like. really tiring when people Never make jokes in the other direction. like people are totally uninterested in playing around with transmasculinity in the same ways; if people do make transmasc jokes it's almost always about cis guy characters, but if you joke about a cis woman being a man or how T would fix her you are a misogynist. I've quite literally seen the take that masculinity is just inherently boring and less fun to play with in comparison to femininity and that the reverse jokes would be boring and like. that is such a them problem.
it's like one part "hegemonic masculinity is seen as generic and normal while femininity is Otherized" and one part "transmasculinity being systematically erased"
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"I've had a lot of fry tell me that my singing is beautiful. 'Beautiful' is a strong word... but I guess I am beautiful."
guess what bitch came after 100 pulls 🔥🔥🔥 ruined my fucking pity dude wtf. jk this is just a fake oc ssr GOTCHA
cyrus character sheet
full version + voice lines under read more :3
Summon = My my, what a mess. I'm really saving you, aren't I? I suppose I could lend you my time, small-fry.
I've had a lot of fry tell me that my singing is beautiful. "Beautiful" is a strong word... but I guess I am beautiful.
Groovification = Hm hm, you're a cute little fry. Let's see if you'll continue to entertain me.
Set to Home screen = Of course you wanted to see me. It's only natural to enjoy looking at pretty things.
Home transition 1 = I like people who aren't afraid to make waves. On the flip side, nothing's more unattractive than a cowardly little beast...
Home transition 2 = You live here? I didn't think land-dwellers could live in places worse than shipwrecks, but aren't you always a... delightful little surprise.
Home transition 3 = Don't believe those ugly little freshwaters. I signed a contract with Azul, and I came out perfectly fine. In fact, why don't you try it out for yourself?
Home, after login = You look like you've got something interesting to tell me. Oh, don't be shy, spill everything. I'll get it out of you one way or another~
Home transition Groovy = I'm bored of the stories of the sea. Come on, tell me a story I've never heard before.
Tap Home 1 = When I sing at the Mostro Lounge, the customers naturally come flooding in. You'll be among them, I expect?
Tap Home 3 = You should join Jade and I for tea sometime. Ufufu~ I promise we don't bite ... but that's really all I can promise.
Tap Home 2 = I heard that the Sea Witch was absolutely stunning in her human form. Beautiful, bewitching, and benevolent... she could've had everything, if she'd just taken it.
Tap Home 4 = Why aren't I wearing the hat that comes with the Octavinelle uniform? Hah. Like they could make me wear it. It'd ruin my hair.
Tap Home 5 = Ugh, get your hands off of me, you horrible little worm. Do you think you're better than me?!
Tap Home Groovy = Sometimes I wish... I was part of a different world. One like yours. .... This weak sort of sentimentality is seriously so unflattering on me.
Absolutely spellbinding, Cyrus. They'll fall at our feet.
Duo Magic (Cyrus/Azul Duo) =
Inky, darling, aren't we enchanting?
#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#cyrus de seirene#heartscribbles#heartscreations#shes so crazyyyyy#she really brings the mean girls vibes into octavinelle. life is as it should be#please read the voice lines they took so long to write </3
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LIGHT YAGAMI from DEATH NOTE
JUSTIFICATIONS:
"Haha funny guy in the blog's icon but also I do think her transitioning could've changed the story in her favor. Light realizing that the mental image she has of herself might not be a perfect representation of what she really is would force her to reflect on who she is and why she is that way, thus having the potential to deflate the ego that ended up being her downfall. It would also probably make her less misogynistic." - Anonymous
"I haven't even watched death note I'm just submitting her because she's your profile picture and nobody else has yet" - Anonymous
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i cant get over how much kendall's towel (?) wrapped around his waist looked like a skirt......here's how transitioning could've saved her!!!!
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can we see something of helle making the transition from the kind of person they were as a whumpee to the kind of person they are as a whumper?
masterlist
tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, emotional whump, past trauma, guilt, paranoia, manipulation, lady whumpee, religious themes
"Am I really allowed in?" Helle asked cautiously, hesitating at the threshold of Isabella's bedroom. They'd never been invited in by any of their siblings — they didn't even know that was an option.
"Yes, of course." She walked over to her bookshelf and started looking through her collection, an eclectic mix of various rewards amassed over centuries of captivity and torment. "Come in, come in."
They glanced down at the line separating the hall from the bedroom, then took a careful step inside. Nothing happened. Nobody tackled them to the ground and beat them. "I have never... been in either of your rooms."
"What a great day to start." She picked up a thick, leather-bound copy of the Bible, then turned to them with a little smile on her face. "Nikolai has never been interested in God. He says he has already been abandoned. But think about it; if we were despised as vampires, would the humans' faithful blabber not hurt us? Yet it does not! No amount of waving a cross around can harm us! I can hold the Holy Bible in my hands and read from it, and I feel only love."
The Bible hit the bottom of the trash can with a loud thunk. Helle was going through the collection, keeping some of the books they hadn't yet gotten around to read, and tossing all others. They felt delightfully empty even as the bin was beginning to overflow with remnants of their past, and they took it as a sign that they were finally letting go.
They moved onto her wardrobe next, getting rid of all the ruined, dusty dresses. There were holes in almost all of them, courtesy of two centuries of neglect and several hungry moths. They could've probably mended and saved some of them, if they'd had any reason to. As it stood, they just collected all of it into a pile in the middle of the room, ready to be bagged and thrown away.
"Why do you never wear this one?" they asked curiously. "It is a gorgeous dress."
"It is precious to me. I do not want to get it torn or bloody."
"Clothes are meant to be worn, are they not?"
"Not this one." Isabella ran her fingers down the length of the fabric, looking nostalgic. "I will never wear this one again, I think. I want to keep it for as long as I can, without a lot of wear and tear."
How stupid. They grabbed the wooden hanger and took it out, their hand only shaking a little as they placed it on top of the others. There was no saving it. And there was no need to save it! If Isabella had wanted it, she would've come back for it.
"If possible, I would like to go back to my hometown. Just once." Nikolai lifted the little souvenir from his nightstand, showing it off with a bittersweet smile. "Just to see how it has changed. Whether this building is still standing. This might be a good replica, but it can never replace the feeling of standing in front of a mighty palace, small and insignificant in the presence of greatness."
"I suppose we would not know anything about that," they remarked coldly. "We have never been made to feel small or insignificant."
"Not like this." He walked over and took their hand, placing the miniature model on their palm. "Believe me. Never like this. Never in such a beautiful way."
They wanted to break it. They wanted to grind it to dust and let the wind blow it wherever it pleased. Why hadn't any of them taken anything? These were things with great sentimental value to them, or at least he'd always assumed that was the case. So why? Why had they run away so suddenly? Why had they given up everything?
Had they really been so scared of getting trapped in here with them?
It was their fault. Things worsened significantly after their stupid 'escape'. It hadn't even been an escape, no one was keeping them hostage. At the most they'd fled from memories and demons of the past, not them. They'd done nothing to them.
They stood in front of the third bedroom door, hesitating. They could just leave it as it was. They could simply tell Beck that it was off limits, like their own old bedroom, and they'd never have to deal with it.
"I brought you some more," they said as they slipped inside, quickly closing the door behind themself.
"From that new store?" Aurora asked excitedly, rushing over to them. "Show me, show me! Isabella told me about the grand opening, she said there were all manner of trinkets and treasures!"
Helle pulled a box from their pocket, handing it over with a smile. "She was quite right, I could barely decide which ones to bring home. But I do believe you will enjoy all of them."
They pushed the door open, and the dust immediately made them cough and sneeze. It was bad. Likely not as bad as their own room, but probably the closest to it. They opened the windows to let in some air, stepping over old clothes and a collar on their way.
Everything was exactly as they'd left it. The signs of a hasty escape would've been obvious to people who hadn't been the cause of it. Still, they detached themself, murmuring reassurances about how it wasn't their fault. They had only been trying to protect her. Keep her safe.
Keep her locked up and docile.
What were they supposed to do after realising two of their siblings had fled, without any reason or a word of explanation? They couldn't let Aurora leave. She had always been so weak.
"I want to go to the store myself."
They sighed, lowering their hand with the offering in it. "Well, sometimes we want things we cannot have."
"Even the lady let me go outside eventually," she spat. "You are worse than–"
"Do not," they cut in, and Aurora flinched at the tone. "I hate to remind you of the rules, but they were put in place to preserve both of our sanity. Do not bring her up."
"I cannot go outside," she said miserably. "How is that preserving my sanity? I appreciate the gifts you bring me, I do, but I want to see the store myself! You– you promised it would be better–"
"It is preserving your life. You are no match even to an amateur hunter. How do you not see that?" They placed the trinket on the shelf, walking over to her and grabbing her by the wrists before she could've backed away. "How do you not see that you are the only one I have left of my family? I cannot simply let you walk into traps or– or an ambush."
"Let go of me," she asked quietly, fear crossing her face. "I understand. Let go."
"You are thinking of running, are you not? Just like them."
"Helle, let go. Where would I run to?" She winced when their grip tightened, but didn't struggle. "Helle?"
"If I ever see you outside of these four walls," they whispered, "I will chain you to your bed. At least until I can trust you again."
She blinked at them, tears slowly gathering in her eyes. She swallowed, nodding only when they prompted her to.
They glanced at the empty chains by the bed, the discarded hairpin used to pick the lock so long ago. They hadn't touched any of it. Couldn't. They hadn't managed to keep their sister in the room, but her touch still lingered, the ghost of her presence trapped in all the items she'd left behind. How were they supposed to get rid of any of that?
They wondered, for the millionth time, whether she was still alive. Had she turned to ash a century ago? Were these the last things on earth that carried her memory?
They tried not to think about any of it. Their days with Lady Marie had been nothing but torture and cruelty — but their days afterwards were nothing but paranoia and heartbreak. The scared expressions on their siblings' faces haunted them, forever making them feel like a worse monster than the one they'd slain.
They were supposed to be the hero.
The four of them were supposed be okay afterwards. Happy, even. Peaceful.
Helle turned around and left the room, slamming the door shut behind themself. They needed a snack before they continued. Maybe a priest– his faithful blabber would at least be good for a laugh.
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Silver and Blaze travel back to the past, only to find out that it's calm conditions can be extremely dangerous if you're not acclimated to them
Words: 1439
(This art, which inspired the fic, is by my wonderful friend @tekatonic and has been posted with their permission. You should check out her blog!)
With a flash, Silver had been warped from his future and into the past. It was just like blinking or waking up from a dream, there was no transition between the two times and places. He stood there, his view filled with things he had never seen, life and beauty present in ways he'd only hopelessly dreamed about before now
But he felt something new, too. Not something positive or emotional, but something physical: pain
Silver had felt pain all too much during his life; burns, scrapes, bruises, and many other things. This, however, wasn't like any of those things. It almost felt like burning fire, like when a pillar of flame erupted just an inch away from him, but at the same time it was nothing like that. It felt like the claws of those rotten, relentless beasts were tearing into every part of him, and he had begun shaking uncontrollably. His breath formed clouds of mist in front of him, and in his pained haze, Silver's best guess as to what they could be was his soul leaving his dying body. Why was this happening? Was he never meant to come to this time?
He stopped thinking about this as he realized a more familiar sensation, not being able to breathe. With what little effort he could actually use, Silver inhaled, and the same burning was now inside his body. His throat, his lungs, every part of him. Even the way it entered him felt wrong, it was far too smooth and thin, and as a result he got much more air than he was prepared for
Choking and coughing, he saw the same clouds begin to ascend above him as he stumbled to the ground. Normally Silver could've used psychokinesis to save himself, but that required concentration, and there was no way he could ever concentrate in a situation like this
As he fully hit the ground, he felt grass for the first time. If the circumstances were different, it might have been a magical moment, it felt soft as it brushed against his back. Right now, though, it was nothing. It didn't matter in the slightest, the only thing that did was that he was on the ground and couldn't move
While frozen in place, his eyes were fixed on the sky above him, the stars and moon. It should have been beautiful. It should have been one of the happiest moments of his life to finally see what was behind that thick, desolate blanket of smoke that covered his world
But it wasn't. While his eyes were fixed on the view he had always dreamed of, unmoved, he felt a soft hand grab onto him. Blaze was here, she could save him, he wasn't going to die after all. She began picking Silver off of the ground and into her arms as fast as she could, she was clearly better off than him considering she was able to move, and suddenly death was no longer the possibility that it was moments ago to him. He frantically pressed against her and clinged onto her arms with the limited control he had over his body after getting set upright, trying to get as much warmth as he could so this hellish experience could end
When he saw her eyes, though, his stomach dropped. They were a blank stare, and it wasn't just a reaction to his critical state. She was being affected by this too
The adrenaline and fright already coursing through him set in even more as he felt almost nothing in place of what he expected to be a roaring well of heat, becoming even more panicked and shaky as the seeming inevitability of death ripped away his small hope of living
Blaze was trying to draw out as much heat as she could for both her and Silver's sake, but with the piercing atmosphere and Silver's freezing body leeching the life out of her internal flames, she could only provide so much. She too had shaky breaths that felt like they were tearing at her insides, and though not as severe, she was also shivering
The spiraling frenzy that Silver's mind had been whipped into made it even harder for him to hold on to his consciousness, and he could feel everything beginning to slip away from him. He noticed he couldn't move the hands that he had just held onto Blaze with, he couldn't feel them either. His breaths were getting more shallow, it was almost a relief because of how they burned his throat, but it meant he was losing more and more air as time went on. The heart that was once pounding like it was trying to escape the chest it resided in began to falter and weaken, slipping away with his remaining lucidity
With the continuing loss of his pulse and air supply, the rational and thinking parts of Silver's mind disappeared, and all he knew was the most basic and primal emotion: fear. All that he could process anymore was that death was imminent, and he was afraid. The shivering, previously just from the extreme temperatures, was now aided by his fright as he used the small pockets of air in his lungs to cry out
Blaze was witnessing all of this as it happened, and was desperately trying to heat the both of them up despite the limitations her own anxiety and the environment were putting on her. Her body temperature was still much lower than it normally was, and although it was rising as she fought to stay composed and not break under pressure, it wouldn't be in time to save Silver at it's current rate
With her mind still mostly intact, she began to think about her situation. For 14 years, she'd lived as one of the sole survivors in a burning wasteland filled with monsters, and a demon that destroyed the entire world. She'd fought against it and won countless times, it was hard, but she'd managed it
But just a few minutes in a peaceful time that was full of inhabitants, and she was most likely going to die along with Silver. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they wouldn't even get a chance to save the future. It wasn't fair that she was watching him die
All these thoughts swimming around were agitating, infuriating. Blaze had never been this mad in her life. For a moment, the cold faded away, replaced by burning hot rage
Except, it wasn't just for a moment. She hadn't gotten so distracted that her outside senses temporarily faded away, her focus on survival had shot her temperature up. After noticing this, she quickly began jostling Silver, anxiously trying to check if his condition had improved at all
To him, it was like waking up from a nightmare, the heat had returned him to being mostly aware after it had gotten enough time to fully reach him. His shivering had begun to slow, and his heartbeat started to regulate itself alongside his breaths. The clouds were smaller than before, which he saw as his previously departing soul returning. Some of the cold remained, but it was now accompanied by absolute certainty that it wouldn't kill him
He turned to look at Blaze, realizing that she had brought him off of deaths door, and tried to thank her. Before he could compose a sentence, she smiled at him, her own shakiness slowly melting along with the bitter frost. Blaze's smile, one of the only joys in the miserable world he was born into, made him realize just how happy he was that he was living in this moment
In lieu of trying to compose a sentence with his still quivering body, he let out a small chuckle, and let tears begin streaming down his face. Blaze began to do the same once she realized that she hadn't been too late, and that they were going to live to fight another day
Now able to largely ignore the previously agonizing cold that had blinded him, Silver was finally free to appreciate the grass, and the gorgeous night sky. Looking up and seeing it clearly made him even more grateful that he was able to continue living. Blaze felt the same way once she looked up too, being able to witness such a sight with each other as they thawed felt like a karmic balance for the trauma they had just gone through. As they sat there staring at the heavens, they now knew exactly what they were fighting for. Not just the night sky, but also each other
#Sth#Silver the Hedgehog#Blaze the Cat#Krafter Writes#Woooo it's here on Tumblr now and not just my Discord!#Thank you Teka for giving me permission to use your amazing art and also for motivating me to make this in the first place
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Hey imagine if you had a sister who had a little sister fetish and she found out you were trans and is super supportive and wants to help you transition and also for some reason she's way more touchy and affectionate than she used to be and she just suggested that you and her should share a room so you can turn the spare into a walk in closet for both you.
Okay!!! I bet it would probably be something like this:
**part 1 of ??? i spent a few days writing this bit but i didn't want to sit on it any longer so here's this chunk lemme know if you want more**
"No listen, I'm telling you, none of those onlyfans girls are ACTUALLY sisters, they're just two girls who already do porn and they kind of look alike so they start making content together. It's really Gross, I promise you'll regret if you end up subbing, it's not worth 29 bucks"
"how do you even know??? Wait Ughhhh no this is so fucking weird I am not having this conversation with my sister PLEASE don't look at my history and stay the fuck off my laptop"
"dude just... trust me, okay? I PROMISE this has nothing to do with some weird puritan shit, i'm just watching out for my little sis... *ahem* s...ibling. y'know? I'm not trying to be gross, just like... save your money okay?"
Did she almost just fucking call me her sister? wtf kind of mind game is this... did she find the... I slammed my bedroom door in her face and clicked the lock. She kept yelling.
"Bro!! you're being ridiculous! i'm soooo sorry for using your laptop but you're being such a fucking bratty little bitch about it, you're not even acting like my brother anymore. Ever since you came back for christmas break, you're so fucking weird around me and i don't fucking deserve that. Just because you went out of state for college doesn't make you better than me, Andr--... nevermind"
She went quiet, like she couldn't quite get through the name. I heard her slam the door across the hall. I exhaled and unclenched my jaw. Something about the way she'd held back made me tense and I couldn't put my finger on it.
I had to know if she'd found it. There was no way she could've, but still -- I had to check. Nope, still there.
I dug out the old xbox 360 box from the corner of my closet and pulled out the layer of old cords and broken controllers. The walmart bag still had that same energy radiating off of it and it set off the geiger counter in my stomach. my cock stiffened and my stomach clenched in hopeful anticipation. It's okay. she doesn't know. I need this so bad, I can't believe I went all semester without these.I looked over my shoulder and made double sure the door was locked, and upended the bag onto the floor of the closet. 3 pairs of panties, pink and green flowers, yellow stripes, and solid navy blue, wrinkled and musty. The tank top that didn't quite fit and the swimsuit top she hadn't worn in 5 summers, all still there. I reached for my favorite, the pink and green ones, the first pair i had found, tucked away into the corner of her otherwise-empty hamper.I undid my belt and pulled down my jeans over the hairy legs I'd have to figure out how to get used to again. At least until I could get back to my dorm where I didn't have to worry about answering questions i didn't even know the answer to. "Did you shave your legs? What the hell, why? Is this some kind of disgusting prank? Are you gay or something? Is this how you think we raised you?"
I closed my eyes and exhaled again. Unclenched my jaw. Again. I pulled my boxers down and my unwieldy, half-hard cock bounced up and down expectantly, getting harder with each beat of my racing heart. By the time I had both legs through the panties it was aching and I knew it wouldn't fit into the panties until it got some attention. I pulled them up anyway and felt the soft cotton cutting into my cheeks and hips. My cock was a hairs breadth away from exploding into them for what had to be the 700th time, and the wet spot of precum was getting bigger and bigger.
I knelt down and unceremoniously stuffed the yellow striped panties into my face. With my eyes clamped shut and the soft panties filling my nostrils, I desperately breathed through them like i was a mountain climber huffing down oxygen. All they smelled like was old cloth, even though i'd never sullied this pair with my disgusting man-stink, her scent had long since disappeared but I could almost just imagine it. Musty and forbidden, and stomach churningly familial, which didn't matter at this particular moment, unlike how I knew it would feel in about twelve seconds.
I collapsed into the corner of the closet, legs splayed up on top of old boxed up toys and luggage and artifacts of a boyhood that I'd somehow been at the center of. I pulled the top of the panties open enough to let my cock spring forward, a thin translucent rope of precum still attached to the inside of the panties. I transferred the yellow panties to my left hand and gently pinched the tip of my penis with two fingers, my favorite way to cum, rubbing just the loose skin under my throbbing head, touching it as little as possible.
It only took two or three light strokes to send thick spurts of cum across my stomach, chest, and even a drop or two into my face. My dick softened and kept pumping out tiny little spurts of cum with every muscle spasm. I closed my eyes and let the ragged breaths calm and return back to normal. I wanted nothing more than to just lay there and fall asleep but the strange position I'd crumpled into in the corner of my closet gave me a wicked leg cramp that got worse by the moment.
Also, the Shame had also set in. I couldn't even look below my waist, so I stood and faced the back of the closet and pulled off my sisters panties. I used them to wipe the tablespoon of cum off of my chest, it had liquified and left a snail trails from my collarbone to my belly button where most of it had settled.
I threw the panties onto the floor and stepped over the mess, stepped over the clothes I'd hastily shed in pursuit of some sick, momentary pleasure back into my room, crawled into bed wearing just a long grey hoodie, totally bottomless and still sticky with cum, and pulled the covers up and fell asleep before i could really start hating myself.
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My rant on ITSV and ATSV
So I've just finished watching the ITSV and ATSV because I'm a late watcher, and when the movies came out I wasn't myself. I'm glad I took the time to watch them, although I had to buy ATSV online because it's no longer in the cinema. This means I got to watch my favourite scenes without issue. With that being said, I have a lot of things to get off my chest regarding both films, mostly with the characters.
Warning: Long post and slight bashing of characters and terrible screenshots.
I don't want to be one of those people who hate Gwen just to hate on her, and I don't hate or dislike her character, but right from the jump her vibe was just off. She felt like one of those characters that disliked the main character for no reason despite barely interacting with her/him (them). I know that isn't the case but I didn't like the way she was blankly talking to him. I'm using the word 'blankly' because I can't think of another word other than 'coldly'.
During the chase scene where Miles and Peter steal the computer, she comes out of nowhere and helps save the day. I was glad but at the same time what the hell. Anyways, Miles compliments her haircut and she snaps with "You don't get to like my haircut.", referring to when he accidentally got his hand stuck to her hair and she had to get half her hair shaved off, I understand getting angry about that. It was an accident, and Miles could've apologised (I don't remember him saying sorry), but she's acting like he did it on purpose.
To top it all off she knew he was like her, which meant she knew what he was going through as he was transitioning. Getting taller, hearing multiple voices, hands sticky, and all that stuff. So that means she's aware that it was an accident, and there's also the fact that she pretended to be a student at his school and hovered around him. She bumped into him on purpose knowing he was a fellow spider.
When you think about it, why didn't she try to get to know him and investigate with him about what's going on? She just left him to discover his spider side chaotically. She should know how scary and confusing that is, but not once does she attempt helping him out.
I'm gonna sweep it under the rug because they are teenagers, and even if they were adults they shouldn't be expected to be more sympathetic to each other. But you'd think she'd be a little bit more understanding. (Don't get me started on her going into his artwork and opening his collectable in ATSV)
Now, Uncle Aaron. I love his dynamic with Miles, the true cool uncle. His love for his generation of hip hop and us seeing Miles' taste of music. The graffiti art bonding, loved it. There were small hints that he was the Prowler. The 1610 Peter getting killed near where Miles and Aaron did the graffiti, Miles calling him while he's being chased by the Prowler, and the Prowler appearing in Aaron's home. I'm thinking "Where's Aaron in all this?" dun dun dun, he's the Prowler. I loved every bit of it. This also makes Miles different from other spider men, being the fact that his loved one ended up being an antagonist, and one scarier than Kingpin. There's no "With great power comes great responsibility." instead it's "In a bad person you can find good in them." Also, the inner torment that he was about to harm his own nephew is chef's kiss. Uncle Ben who?
Moving on to ATSV. It opens up with Gwen and her meeting Miguel and Jess. She looked at Jess and said "Will you adopt me?" Like??? Where yo mum at? I know she passed away, but still. You've only had one look at this woman and that's one of the things that comes out of your mouth? You don't know this woman! Jess sounds like one of those women that only talk with attitude no matter what so I had a hard time rocking with her, like what is her problem??? And she's fighting while pregnant... smdh.
Spot. Funny villain, I liked his banter with Miles, but he's a pu**y punk bi**h. He's blaming Miles for what he became, when he's the one that decided to become a mad scientist and work with other mad scientists under Kingpin. I'm pretty sure there's more to it than a bagel. Lesson is: once you become a mad scientist something happens to you. Norman Osborn became Green Goblin, 65 Peter (Gwen's home) became a monster and died, Shang Tsung got Rick Rolled by himself, you get the idea. Spot made himself like that not Miles.
So Gwen didn't talk to Miles for a really long time because of the whole Spider society thing. When you think about it, none of the other spiders he met did, and I get that they couldn't with the exclusion of Peni. But not one visit? Not one letter? Something??? Now Miles has a little short conversation with Hobie and admits that he only wants to get into the Spider society to talk to his friends and help out with defeating Spot. He just wants to hang with his friends, but Peni and Gwen decided not to do that.
Moving on, I'd like to talk about Miles' walk through within the spider society. They acknowledge Gwen and only Gwen, they don't bother saying hi or even looking at Miles. It was like Miles wasn't even there. Never thought I'd say it, but these Spider men are arse holes. I also got annoyed at the way Jess was talking to him, I get that he's not supposed to be there but she needed to chill.
This anger went when Miles bumped into Margo, and she looked like she was about to lose her cool but she lightened up once she saw who it was, a complete stranger. I'm not a MargoMiles shipper, but I don't mind it (granted so long as they are the same age).
So the scene that goes 0 to 100 quick: I watched a bunch of memes and edits that painted Miguel as racist and I didn't understand why, and thought it was like a Millie Bobby Brown situation. Re-watching the scene where Miles meets Miguel I can see why.
All the other spidermen showed up to gang up on Miles.
"You can't ask me not to save my father."
"I'm not asking."
And hit him with this.
While Miles is freaking out at the sudden imprisonment we can hear Miguel say "We just need to hold him a few days." They were treating Miles like a criminal and/or a confused wild animal. And then Miguel had the nerve to say "All he had to do was listen." when Miles escaped them. I don't think Miguel is racist, but the memes I will support.
Hobie was looking out for Miles as soon as he met him, and I love that so much. He knew Miles wasn't like the ones in the spider society, and made sure to tell Miles to be better. Gwen didn't do that. She did, but she didn't if you know what I mean. She followed along with the crap Miguel was spitting.
And then there was the chase scene. Bro had a bunch of spider men chase Miles and not one of them could catch him. That is the biggest L I've ever seen. One 15 year old boy, and he didn't use his other 2 powers until after Miguel slammed him onto his back. Miles was not playing. Also, Miguel was endangering the lives of people who were driving. And yes, Miguel's at fault and not Miles.
They gave Miles crap just because he didn't want his dad to die, unlike Miguel who actively replaced the life of his other self. Gwen was really going to let her dad die, and Peter B tried to justify it by saying their uncle's death made them who they are. Pavitr was just supposed to get over his love interest's dad dying? They knowingly let that happen.
Miguel calling Miles an anomaly is mega projecting. Miles becoming Spiderman wasn't on purpose it just happened, and that's always how the story goes. No one is simply meant to be Spiderman, they just become him/her. It's also funny coming from a man who crawled on all fours chasing down a teenager.
42 Miles. Prowler Miles. Gonzales. Kilo Immorales. I love him already, can't wait to see the next film where we'll see him in full action. I love how we as a fandom collectively agreed that these two would have a sibling dynamic even though we've only seen 42 Miles for like a minute. I love the Boondocks comparisons as well. I need 42 Miles to hate everyone. I need Miles to be full of rage in the 3rd film Adult Gon style. Prepare for double and make it double.
In conclusion, I should've watched these films when they first came out, they are so great. The art, the incorporation of hip hop and correctness of Afro related backgrounds and the storyline. I honestly felt like Miles was a great representation of the new generation. I saw myself in him, and not just being black but the graffiti and finding out that a family member of yours isn't really a good person. I don't do graffiti or art but I do find them beautiful whenever I see them. Also, the Air Forces. Step aside Peter Parker, we have a Spider man with more drip.
#spiderverse#miles morales#spiderman atsv#atsv hobie#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#42 miles morales#aaron davis#the prowler#gwen stacy#spider gwen#ghost spider#pavitr prabhakar#peter b parker#sunflower#spider punk#itsv#atsv
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Girlflux, demigirl, demigender, demifluid, demiflux, girlflux, she/her shadowsight goes hard btw. ^^ but I prefer Tran woman or tranfemme shadowsight goes hard ngl. Transition could've save her. Or even butch shadowsight.
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#andrew graves#audrey graves#transgender#meme#funny#tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley#funny coffin game#transitioning could've saved her#maybe#probably not#but it would make her much funnier
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My Percy Jackson headcanons/rewrite
Percy's a femme trans woman who's strong admiration for the other female characters is half fueled by gender envy and her type of femmeness is very distinctively tgirl.She's pastel punk,has zero tolerance for 'boys being boys' and physically transitioning(via Persephone gifting her Metamorphose,food that's been blessed by Aphrodite to give the eater their ideal apperance)boosted her self-confidence big time and she was into skating as a little kid but gave it up as the trauma set it as she grew up but got back into it as part of her healing journey.Sally is the most supportive mom any trans person could ever ask for and Thalia is the reason she went punk thanks to her being transfem too and helping her settle into her gender and she chose the middle name 'Amelia' so they could match(And her full first name was changed to Persephone as a thank you to the og)
She's bi but dosen't wanna date and wants to just vibe instead
Sharks and cats are her comfort animals
She's autistic and her special interests are blue,video games and kidcore,she has meowing as a vocal stim(insert catgirl joke here),she loves legos to the ends of multiple dimensions,her safe foods are blue food and McDonalds,she almost never stutters when she infodumps no matter for how long and she never once thought she could be autistic despite the unbelivably obvious symptoms because she dosen't fall under any stereotypes
She hates Poseidon and once held Riptide to his crotch for trying to get mushy with her
Big potty mouth
Was almost a Special Ed kid but Sally convinced the teachers to not put her in it after Percy had a meltdown over her mentioning the posibility of it due to how bad her internalized ableism was already.She regrets it to this day,mourning the friends she could've made
She's scared of older men because of Luke and he was never the hero of the prophecy,it was always her,and she was the one to kill him to avenge everyone,including herself,and save the world
Nico's crush on her faded when his own transness made him realize she is too and they spent the year between BOTL and TLO becoming found siblings and they help eachother with their hair(he's black too)and he's the one who got her addicted to McDonalds and she introduced him to Mcr and him to her Animal Crossing but everybody thinks it's the other way around.Persephone asked them to ressurect Hazel because she'd be one of the best choice's for the Seven and she helped her settle into her new world and taught both of them how to skate and now they call themselves 'The Dead Sea Siblings'
She's built like a DC Comics heroine back when they knew how to draw women most of the time-That is to say,curvy and busty but also thick in build with strong muscles so it's realistic
Was almost viciously protective of Tyson when everyone started bullying him for being a Cyclops and showered him in hugs and kisses when he cried about their treatment
Thalia gave her a pastel blue patches jacket which has the trans and dominican flags and a mermaid to represent Sally and her loved ones gifted her an assortment of different pins
She's an eldest daughter without eldest daughter syndrome because Sally knows how to parent and a Team Mom because she was raised by the mom of all time
The gods call her 'Young Persephone'
She was a Cartoon Network and Nickeloden kid who's faves were always Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and Blues Clues and she had no clue what the hype around Zuko crushing was but finds him peak relatability now
Her favorite Disney Princesses are Tiana and Brandy's Cinderella and she thinks the Ariel jokes the Stolls make about her are annoying as shit
Her gray streak faded to white so she dyes it sea blue to not raise suspicioun in the mortal world
She loves indie media,be it comics or shows or games
Her and Rachel are the definition of 'Girl Best Friends' but unironically.They have matching friendship bracelets with eachother's names on them,hang out at the mall,Rachel spoils her with her dad's money,Sally thinks of her as a third daughter,Percy brings her trinkets she finds and they go to protests and do charity work together
She never goes to college and instead just becomes a McDonalds employee to give her little siblings special priviliges because school is too hard for her and she's okay with that by then
She owns a pair of blue strawberry earrings with pastel pink leaves
Persephone and Sally fall in love over the course of Persephone's visits to her in Hoo to check up on how she was doing without Percy and this culminates in her plan to kill Hades succeeding and becoming the solo ruler of the Underworld with Sally as her consort and wife.Percy is now a junior and her,Nico and Hazel are siblings squared
Her,the rest of the Seven,Grover,Thalia,Clarisse,Nico and Reyna are known as 'The Second Argonauts'
#she's so me-coded#percy jackson#persephone jackson#latino percy#bi percy jackson#autistic percy jackson#persephone pjo#thalia grace#sally jackson#anti luke castellan#nico di angelo#black big three kids#hazel levesque#nico percy and hazel#tyson pjo#rachel elizabeth dare#brotp:watercolors#the second argonauts#rr crit#pjo#hoo#the anomalies#part kryptonian percy#hydro#per-el#symbiote!percy#nigerian rachel dare#persephone x sally#letters from summer
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Hi! Do you mind elaborating on what you meant by "tiefling politics" on that wotr vs bg3 post? Just curious, ignore if you want
its about the fact that bg3 has a lot of tiefling characters, somehow more than wotr, and huge theme of like hells and connections to demons\devils and somehow manages to say absolutely nothing interesting about it.
in wotr we have examination of tieflings fitting into human society, ostracization and (literal) demonization of them, where even if some of them would want to help in war against hell, they are scared (frex, group of tieflings thieves you save which you can ask to help u and they are like are u kidding me, crusaders will torch us). woljif in particular is a deconstruction of selfish chaotic neutral tielfling rogue archetype, his story both exploring how both he was pushed into being a criminal bc he had no other options, but also interplay with how he then himself tends to dismiss his own agency in being able to decide for himself and choose better, forever excusing himself with "well this is a crappy hand dealt to me", his survivalist attitude of everyone for themselves vs desire for community, how when given a smidge of stability and access to decision making in council, he tries to awkwardly, but eagerly advocate for societal improvement for all tieflings, and this is one of his most sincere moments - and gets laughed at immediately, etc etc. and speaking of community, v interesting intersection between "good" and "bad" marginalized groups of mongrels vs tieflings, with Lann being self-righteous about both his moral superiority and how mongrels "have it worse", while ignoring that mongrels - and he himself specifically - are mistreated literally bc they are mistaken for tieflings.
btw if anyone wants me to talk more about mongrels vs tieflings thing, hit me up, i think there was a interesting stuff, even if not properly dramatized
meanwhile in bg3 being tiefling largely means nothing? like the refugees would sometimes like drop a line out loud about how tieflings should stick together bc humans won't help them, but like that's it. the refugees could literally be humans running from war or blue cat ppl from avatar running from capitalism and nothing in the plot or characters would need to be changed. tieflings is just cosmetics for them, like idk its cool to have colorful NPCs with fire eyes and sexy horns. And even companions wise, you know I love Karlach and tried to romance her, but being tiefling is just looks for her, its not meaningful. It doesn't matter for her backstory, she could have been a strong human from poor background who was sold out to idk, underdark. like it sucked bc she was forced to do violence and everyne was an asshole and she couldn't see sun, but otherwise it being Blood War specifically doesn't come into play. and like. Blood War has famously huge effects on ppl with hell heritage! I'm not saying she should have been Valen Shadowbreath with entire plotline about struggling with blood war calling, but like. idk, something?
my point is that tieflings and hell has a lot of lore and like, FLAVOUR in this setting, which were not explored at all. these are just ppl with horns and generic Bad Place.
and then like. devil essentialism. bg3 has central motive of how evil races are not ontologically evil, but like, devils are. sdfghjk. apparentely mind flayers can fight actual mind control if they are V Special, but all devils/demons are evil with no exceptions. karlach was in hell for 10 years and never met a single sympathetic devil. the closest one he had mocks IS Evil when we meet her in game. and I actually liked Raphael (transition could've saved her), but there is nothing particularily interesting about him, he's also straighforwardly evil. this severely limits how interesting interactions with hell are. in wotr there is a wide range from reformed succubus to most evil sadists, with every shade in between, which allows for complex stories, like that that fucked up love between that betrayer dwarf and demoness who seduced him. she's legit evil, but she also has actual twisted affection for him, and he knows she uses him, but he was pushed too far by humans and chooses her anyway. this background story is honestly has more depth than wyll's and mizora relationship, where shes just evil and he's straighforwardly martyr. when mizora offered to have fun wink wink, i immediately knew she's gonna Evil It. and she did. and she didn't even get anything out of it! it was just staining your soul to be evil:3 like ok, but boring tbh.
and like yeah war with hell is central plot of wotr, obviously it has a lot more to say and explore about it, but like. bg3 didn't HAVE to have to include so many tieflings and have us follow their stories through all acts. it didn't have to include hell in "no race essentialism" game if it didn't want to talk about it. it chose to, and when game has big chuncks of content about smth connected by a theme, i expect it to say smth about it? anything interesting? eh.
btw, this is not to say i think wotr's writing is perfect, far from it, i can talk for ages of my problems with that game's writing, but this initial phrase was from shitposts specifically comparng things in wotr to bg3, so
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I had this all beautifully typed out but then my phone died before I got to send it so now I'm typing it out again but less thought out. :)
So I have been reading this book and it really got me thinking about Dick and how choice is essentially something that I feel would be important to him. I say this because I was looking at your projection post with Roy and Dick and I wonder if I was projecting because of what I have seen in editorial and just what I know of Dick in general. I'm mentioning choice because in this book this character is involved with this girl who everyone just decided since they were young that they would be together and since their families are so tied together it seems like it is a win for everyone, but the character himself feels so strongly against it and he says something to her that gave me that huge lightbulb moment where it just screamed Dick Grayson. I know I'm not naming names here and I'm doing it for a reason, but I think you know what relationship I might be talking about and that I might have tied this to, but what I would give for writers to acknowledge that Dick not wanting to be in a shadow of something and wanting a choice.
I know you were making light in that post but I feel like the time Dick got angry about Myand'r is a good base for a jumping off of as well but also a good pointing the finger because though it might not be the same don't Dick and Kory have a certain feeling towards their father figures that makes them a little similar yet so different? What they could see in the other what the can't see in themselves.
Anyway, Emily I have to tell you about the rest of this book because it is so bonkers. So Basically two brothers living on their farm with the older brother's wife. The older brother was left the land and the younger brother was left the house. Anyway, The older brother can't have children and him and his wife have tried, but then he gets this idea since they don't love each other romantically his younger brother and wife could have a child and no one in their town would be the wiser. Of course the younger brother and wife are offended at first but they also start discovering that they have begun to look at each other in a different way. Anyway older brother has to go buy a bull for the ranch and leaves †hem alone for a a week where they are really trying NOT to think of what the husband had asked of them.... yup. That's as far as I got right now but I am intrigued. lol.
I would say in regard to the relationship I believe you're referring to, Dick did have a choice in it, and initially, he was actually the pursuer in the relationship. With DC's retcon, I can see where a story like the one you're reading could've been a storyline for Dick, but I feel like Dick's path is different.
As for Dick not wanting to be in the shadow of something, I'm not sure if you're referring to his love life specifically or in general, but I'd say they showed successful character progression for him by having him transition to Nightwing. That was the ultimate moment for him to step out of Bruce's shadow and set himself apart as the leader of the Titans.
Ohhh you mean when Dick popped off for the way Myand'r treated Kory?
"This so-called paradise was paid for with your flesh, your heart, your life! What has he sacrificed? He lived in glory while the citadel nearly destroyed you." - TNTT (Vol. 2) #16
You know what, I never really thought about that before (Dick and Bruce vs. Kory and Myand'r) but that's an interesting topic to get into. I'd have to reread the Komand'r/Tamaran arc to get into it more, but there's definitely something that could be said about Dick's devotion to Bruce out of loyalty, love, and trauma while Kory's is less devotion to her father and more of a devotion to her father's cause of saving millions of lives. There could also be a comparison to Myand'r selling Kory into slavery for what he thought was the greater good, and Bruce abusing Dick into joining Spyral for what he thought was the greater good. Interesting, interesting. Much to think about.
👀 You'll have to tell me what happens in your book when you finish it. I hope the older brother and the wife get divorced. Now I'm curious if they're religious because, depending on the religion, that could keep them from wanting to divorce. Although, if the older brother is suggesting that his wife and little brother have a baby together, how religious can they possibly be lmao. And what if the little brother does get the wife pregnant 👀 ? Are the brothers going to fight over custody of the child 👀? That would be wild.
#i haven't read an actual novel since march. forget what it was called but this guy started talking to this random woman at the airport#and then he told her how he caught his wife cheating on him and how he wanted to kill her#and the woman was like ''i can help you kill her'' so then they planned to kill his wife#Dick Grayson#choice#anon
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TOBIAS FANGOR from ANIMORPHS
JUSTIFICATION:
"Hated her human life so much that she semi-intentionally trapped herself in the body of a bird forever. Later regained the ability to switch back into her human body and proceeded to complain incessantly about how foreign and uncomfortable it was to inhabit that body. One time she morphed into a cis girl (for tactical reasons, of course) and went on about how beautiful she felt while walking around in the pretty clothes her girlfriend picked out for her. Oh, and both of these women coincidentally look like female versions of her old body by the way. After losing a loved one in the endgame, she decides to abandon society and just live as a bird for the rest of her life to escape the public eye and the discomfort of her human body.
And I get it, I really do! It would've been hard to take E as an Animorph, knowing that her human body resets to its original DNA-encoded 13-year-old boy state every time she morphs into it. But really a shame that in her state of distress, she forgot she could've just used the Frolis Maneuver to fuse her DNA with that cis girl's DNA to create her own girlmode without even having to bother with all that usual transition stuff." - @cynopter
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Most of the "could transition have saved her?" Polls have me say no but she would've had a better time. But genuinely I think transition could've saved Mercurtio in Romeo and Juliet
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