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blackbird-brewster · 4 days

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Meta: Jemily Queerbaiting

With the huge influx of posts saying 'Jemily is gonna be canon', I really appreciated seeing this post because OP was completely correct. I didn't want to write an entire dissertation as a reply, so I'm making my own post with my personal opinion on this. (All sources are noted in footnotes)

Before I began this rant, for anyone who thinks this is anti-Jemily. It is not. I have shipped Jemily for 18 friggin years and that's never going to change. This post is specifically my thoughts about queer baiting.

First off, I need to note that the showrunners (and the cast members who use social media) KNOW what a huge queer following this show has and that's why we got pansexual Tara Lewis in S16 [1]. Which, in itself, was SOOOOOOO important!!! Our first canonically queer main in SIXTEEN seasons was a middle-aged Black woman!!! That's phenomenal. (The fact it was horrible rep, because they instantly ruined her relationships once her queerness served it's plot point is a whole other post entirely)

In my opinion, the 'big Jemily moment' Paget posted about on Twitter [2] (and AJ hinted at during a recent IG live) is simply queerbaiting to get people to watch S17. I know a lot of you are newer to the fandom and I love your enthusiasm, I really do, ship and let ship, but listen, let's be real, Jemily is not going to be made canon. The showrunners aren't going to suddenly say (after 17 seasons) 'Surprise, Jemily is endgame'. This show has never cared about queer rep and now that CBS/Paramount have already ticked their queer rep box with Tara, they won't be in any rush to add any other characters to it.

Please buckle in, I've got a lot of thoughts on this matter --

What is Queerbaiting?

If you aren't aware of what queerbaiting is, here's a good definition:

Historically, queerbaiting has carried two meanings: the first is an act of aggressive heterosexuality to shut down queer subtext on screen while still teasing and catering to the queer audience in advertising, public relations, and fan engagement strategies; the second is an existing homoerotic tension between two characters played up on screen while met with derision by the professionals behind the scenes. [3]

The Medium article quoted here is from 2017, a time when parasocial relationships were really starting to take over social media. In 2024, actors are now only a mention or tag away online, they have direct conversations with fans, and this process has allowed for an even deeper form of queerbaiting.

Oftentimes online, actors are asked directly about certain ships and while some ignore these questions (usually to avoid breaking their contracts or other repercussions), others (looking at you, Paget) choose to instead tease fans about queer ships. She's done this for years upon years and if I've learned anything in the past twenty-years of existing in fandom spaces it's this -- don't hold your breath. In it's original meaning, for something to be deemed as queerbaiting there had to be malicious, or at least, purposeful intent to string queer fans along by teasing them with suggestive content about the ship in question, while knowing this ship will never come to fruition in canon.

The thing to remember is, Paget and AJ aren't the only ones who know about Jemily shippers -- the network and showrunners are well aware of this ship too. When networks/showrunners figure out they have a strong sapphic fanbase, they love to use that to their advantage to get more viewers and higher ratings. Queerbaiting is a goldmine to keep fans watching long running shows, look at Rizzoli and Isles, Supergirl, and OUAT for examples of this.

Jemily and Queerbaiting:

Ever since Emily joined the BAU in S2 (2006), there have always been fans who ship JJ/Emily (shoutout to the old LJ forums!). Way before celebs were just a tweet away from fans, back when all our fics began with disclaimers so we wouldn't get sued by networks, we went to great lengths to keep our fanworks far removed from actors/showrunners attention.

As far as Jemily goes, this reply from Paget in a 2009 interview with TVGuide.com [4] (which has now been deleted from their site unfortunately, but there are quotes on Tumblr still [4.a]) confirmed some fans' worst fear -- the actors had found our fanworks online.

TVGuide.com: Of course, a band of fans want her to hook up with Hotch.

Brewster: I know! I didn't realize that fans make these videos on YouTube? A.J. Cook sent me a hilarious one that made it look like Prentiss and J.J. were having a secret lesbian affair. You know, when Hotch was blown up in the SUV, we shot this scene where he's in the hospital and I'm standing next to him, looking at his bleeding ear. Our director came in and said, "Paget, you're looking at Hotch like you're in love with him. It looks really weird." So now, every day, Thomas [Gibson] and I flutter our eyelids at each other.

This was the first time I recall anyone acknowledging Jemily shippers publicly and at the time (Jan 2009), the show was still in Season Four (just before CBS fired both AJ and Paget [5]). Paget genuinely said it's 'hilarious' that fans shipped JJ/Emily. Even now, I'll see people say 'We know Paget and AJ have seen Jemily fanvids, so they obviously ship it too' -- but those same people rarely acknowledge the full context of the original answer. Paget not only thought JJ/Emily were 'hilarious', but then she doubled down and turned her reply back to how she and Thomas liked to play up the chemistry between Emily/Hotch.

While no one can say for sure which video it was that AJ sent Paget, just knowing they were watching JJ/Emily fanvids sent a bit of a shockwave through the femslash side of the fandom. To some it felt like an invasion of privacy, fanworks are by fans for fans -- knowing the cast were poking around in fandom spaces added an extra layer of worry around what we fans were posting online. Fifteen years ago, it used to be quite taboo for actors to outwardly discuss shipping or other fanon for whatever show they were in, and we fans were usually comfortably removed from the actors altogether.

Of course, now it's the norm for fans and actors/showrunners to co-exist online and interact with one another. This connection has opened new ways for shows to queerbait their fans. Pretty much every show has some form of social media account now and there is no doubt that the people running those accounts keep up with the most popular ships and hashtags. Not to mention that actors are constantly barraged with questions about whether they ship their character with x,y,z, or whether they think a ship should be made canon, etc. These interactions only serve to benefit the shows themselves, because whether the conversation is for or against a certain ship, it's all just free publicity (Why do you think CM now has a TikTok account?)

Every time AJ or Paget say anything about Jemily, the queer side of the fandom loses their minds. But this has been going on for YEARS now and every single time, it turns out to be nothing but social media hype and queerbaiting. Remember this AJ post? [6] Or what about the notorious reply by Paget to a fan, where she talks about how she and AJ held hands under the table 'for the shippers' [7] I've seen this cycle over and over again, so perhaps I am cynical, but I'm not getting my hopes up that Jemily will ever seriously be canon.

It's widely known now, after both Kirsten [8] and Paget [9] have talked about it, that there was an early idea where Prentiss was supposed to be queer, but that was ultimately scraped before it ever made it on screen. For context, please remember, this show has been airing for nearly twenty years. It began in 2005, during the highly conservative Bush administration. Queer people didn't have rights in the US, we couldn't get married, we were rarely protected under discrimination laws, and we could even be fired for simply being queer (in some states). Diverse queer representation on screen was extremely limited to things like 'The L Word' and 'Queer as Folk' (both aired on Showtime, so they were behind a paywall. And as far as tLw goes, that show was extremely male-gaze focused and is horrible in nearly all regards if you try to rewatch it now). As far as prime time shows went, queer rep was even more rare. Which is why Emily wasn't queer from the get-go.

Yes, things have changed since 2006 in terms of queer rep on TV. We have a myriad of queer identities represented in TV and film nowadays, which is why I think it's so easy for newer fans to say 'lf she was supposed to be gay anyway, they should just make Emily queer in canon!' I know this is what fuels most fans' demands for Emily being confirmed queer, and I get it, I DO. I would be all for it! However, I do not, in one hundred years, actually believe that is going to happen after they already canonically queer confirmed Tara in S16. The fact we even got ONE queer character is ground-breaking for this show.

It's also worth noting, that in the time between Paget's departure in 2012 and her return in 2016, she became very active on Twitter. This was when more and more fans began asking her about Jemily and after Kirsten's AfterEllen interview, fans also pushed for Paget to address the possibility of Emily being gay. 'Pushed' is actually an understatement for some of the outright harassment she would receive. (AJ received some of this harassment too, but less so because she doesn't use social media ass often) Back then, neither of them replied to these things directly. Yet, no matter what either woman posted, the replies were full of Jemily stans begging for her acknowledgement. (Did you know 'stan' is literally a term coined for stalker fans?) I remember one time AJ's friend was missing and she posted info on her IG about it, you know what the replies were? People asking her about Jemily. It was genuinely sickening.

Within this context, it was no surprise to fans when Emily came back in S12 , she and JJ's friendship was seemingly erased. The two women were rarely on screen together in the late seasons, plus the writers saw fit to even give Emily not only one (Mark in London, but two, on-screen boyfriends for the first time in the entire series. I personally do not think these changes to Emily's character were coincidence, I saw the hellscape of what people would say to AJ and Paget online and I fully believe that upon Paget's return to the show, the showrunners purposely tried to distance JJ and Emily to dissuade the more abusive side of the fanbase.

Can I prove that, no. But it is the only reason I can think of as to why Emily S12+ seemingly didn't care about JJ anymore, despite their deep and meaningful friendship. I mean, they both CROSSED THE WORLD to go rescue each other in prior canon -- but when Emily comes back, they acted like they barely knew each other. This was even more prevalent in S16, when JJ's main storylines all revolved around Will, and Emily barely looked at JJ in the entirety of ten episodes. (Remember how Prentiss didn't even hug JJ after bomb, but she did go hug Luke?)

So, do Paget and AJ earnestly ship Jemily, or are they continuing the long tradition of queerbaiting us? Who fucking knows, not me. But based on the history of this fandom, I think I can make a safe bet. (Interestingly, if you search all of Paget's twitter for the word 'Jemily' [10] she only has 3 direct tweets mentioning the ship. I don't think it's a coincidence that two are within the past few months since they started filming S17 (the other one was a RT of Kirsten (who tagged something Jemily)

This is all to say --

Just because Paget and AJ have publicly talked about Jemily,, this doesn't mean it's ever going to happen on screen. And you know what, THAT'S OKAY!! There has been this constant outcry (after Tara became queer confirmed) of 'Do Emily next' or 'Why wasn't it Emily with a girlfriend!?' and 'Jemily needs to be canon in S17!' -- as if people believe their ships aren't worth anything unless they are canon.

That couldn't be further from the truth! Fandom is built on headcanons and fan interpretations and rare pairs and all types of shippers. Your ship does NOT need to be canon for you to enjoy it. I will ship Jemily forever, no matter what. I don't think there will be some magical queer plot in S17, at best, we might actually get to see Emily/JJ on screen together again and after the train wreck that was S16 -- I'll take whatever I can get.

And hey -- if I am completely wrong, if Erica Messer pulls a Korrasami out of her hat, I will be ecstatic. I will be happy to be proved wrong, but at the same time, I'm not going to lose sleep over it and I'm DEFINITELY not going to go hound the actors about it on social media.

Sources:

[1] 2022 Digital Spy article about the importance of Tara's coming out

[2] 04/18/24 Paget Tweet

[3] 2017 Queerbaiting article from medium.com

[4] 2009 Broken TVGuide link

[4.a] Tumblr quote from the above TVGuide Interview

[5] 2010 Kirsten interview screenrant.com

[6] 2019 AJ Instagram Post

[7] 2020 Paget video on Twitter (via @karasluthqr)

[8] 2015 Kirsten interview AfterEllen.com

[9] 2016 Paget Interview CriminalMindsFans.com

[10] @PagetPaget search 'Jemily'

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #paget brewster #aj cook #cm commentary #queerbaiting #cm meta #criminal minds evolution #cm evolution #my writing #long post

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scientistservant · 4 days

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I'm sorry for sending in another ask 🙈 But I need to know your opinion, as I haven't had a chance to read it. Sooooooo, why is Long Live The Pumpkin Queen, bad? Did they fuck up the doc and Sally that badly? Like are we talking about Love Never Dies level of shitty? (musical sequel to Phantom of the opera that most of us fans loathe.)

Oh boy, okay

This is gonna be long, please bare with me 😭

So the book completely changes/“fixes” Sally’s origins. She wasn’t a creation, or never even FROM Halloween Town.

She’s a special princess of dolls from “Dream Town” and has parents who are also dolls. She was kidnapped from her bedroom when she was like 12 by Finkelstein.

This is fucking bullshit.

How she even physically ages or how dolls can even conceive is never brought up or explained. Nor is how Fink even kidnapped her in the first place. The book and author just expects you to accept this new canon, which conveniently comes out like three decades after the source material.

Because the book is in first person and in Sally’s point of view we NEVER hear any perspective or proper explanation from Fink or any other character about anything.

Fink is just reduced to a one-dimensional villain who kidnapped Sally all because he apparently can’t create life or bring things back to life via science. You know… HIS FUCKING JOB.

He despises that Jack and Sally get married, despite that Fink would be ecstatic at this (Sally’s his creation and Jack one of his very old friends.)

Sally is also reduced to a one-dimensional protagonist who never questions anything and every third word from her mouth/brain is either “sad”, “ragdoll”, or “stitches/seams”.

She just believes these two doll people who she’s never met before, and doesn’t bother to leave “Dream Town” to ask the elderly scientist she’s known for her entire existence about this (not to mention everyone in the entire world including the holiday realms are dead asleep at this point at this part in the book anyway…)

Oh yeah, the book has a main villain too, surprisingly. It’s not Fink, even though the book certainly treats him like it.

It’s the fake ruler of “Dream Town”, Sandman, who’s actually kind of cool and creepy. But his reasoning for his villainy is bullshit, just like everything else in this damn book.

He’s just tired.

Yeah.

The Sandman is tired because he can’t sleep and his sand doesn’t work on him so he can’t get to sleep. You’d think a being as powerful and seemingly dangerous as this guy wouldn’t need sleep, but apparently he does. He’s cranky and needs a nap with his blanky, boo-fucking-hoo.

The ONLY thing I actually sort of enjoyed in the book was the bit where Sandman was stalking Halloween Town, putting everyone to sleep, and Sally was hiding from him. That was actually kind of suspenseful and I wish Sandman was that threatening throughout.

And does Sandman get any punishment for taking over “Dream Town” and putting everyone in an eternal sleep?

Nope. But FINK gets punished! Firstly, Jack completely believes these two random doll creatures he has never met before and that say they’re Sally’s parents. He yells at Fink, without asking his dear old friend if any of this is even true. And then Fink gets 100 years of prison and community service, which is stupid because why the fuck would Holiday realm laws, much less HALLOWEEN TOWN laws, function the same as the real world’s?

Speaking of which, apparently Halloween Town’s an actual monarchy, and the Pumpkin King isn’t just a cool title for the face/mascot/figurehead of the realm. The book even lampshades this, but doesn’t take this anywhere further aside from Sally complaining she has to wear a crown and Jack doesn’t.

This whole book is stupid and I will never accept it as canon, ever.

What sucks about this is that I fucking PREORDERED the book! I thought it was gonna be a story about how and why Sally was created, and get some backstory/lore for Fink, as well as explanation of why his relationship with his creation got so bad. Maybe a little extra plot of how Sally and Jack met.

But it didn’t. I fucking cried. This book made me cry my fucking eyes out, out of anger and betrayal because my favourite character and his creation/daughter was butchered.

After reading the whole thing I threw the book in a little library and never looked back.

I’m still working on a complete and total rewrite/fix-it-fic, it’s just gotten put on the back-burner because of other projects I’m currently working/fixated on. Apologies for that. But I promise it won’t be forgotten!

EDIT: Oh yeah, and the Holiday rulers have a meeting about climate change. Because Holidays have super importance with the weather or some shit. I’m not fucking kidding.

EDIT 2: The author is also a New York Times best-seller which is already pretty suspicious since that is basically a huge scam. The book has hundreds of 4-5 star reviews that don't even really get into the specifics of WHY it's good. They're all either extreme Jack x Sally fans (the book starts off with them getting married and Sally's main dilemma is worrying about being "a good enough queen") that like anything tnbc/Jally related OR a bunch of people were paid to give this book glowing reviews.

#the nightmare before christmas #tnbc #long live the pumpkin queen #sally finkelstein #sally skellington #dr. finkelstein

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glitchadeli · 4 months

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Soooo I'm gonna try uploading more of my AU to tumblr since I can make much longer text posts than I can on insta!! (though if you wanna see ALL the art over the last year of this AU's growth, I'd suggest going there!! But this piece kinda will help explain it a bit!! Prepare for A LOT of rambling ~

Sooooooo; I've been into TAWoG since 2013 right around when Season 2 was getting new episodes, from the moment I started watching I absolutely fell in love with this show, fixing on it for about 2/3 years (2013-2015) and while I slowly fell out of the fixation, the show never truly left me, ya know? It saved me as a child, helping me get through the roughest year of my life which was 2014.

As I got older, I had so many moments where I'd go back to it (I remember it being like every other year; 2018, 2020, ect.) but then the end of 2022 I was spiraling really bad and just not doing well, and TAWoG came back into my life again but this time it STUCK. (Saving me, yet again).

This time around I made next gens; Caspian and Pearl. Made on November 10th, 2022. (I remember it being 6 AM too lol) This piece for this post was drawn one year later; November 10th, 2023. ^^

Cas being a Penball child and Pearl being the adopted daughter of Darwin. When I first got back into the show I knew I wanted next gens but I hadn't delved into the show, wasn't really caught up but as a kid "the Shell" episode made me pretty excited so I was like "what's an easy gumball ship? oh yeah, Penball!" so that's how Cas happened. Pearl happened because I knew I wanted a "pet come sentient" companion for Cas and I LOVE axolotls so I knew it was perfect.

(Mind you, I stopped watching mid season 3 and only watched again when I heard about Darwin's origins episodes!! (He was my fav as a kid and I remember hoping for an origin episode for him so when that was announced I was so excited). As you'll see, I wasn't really planning much, I was just like "I love this show, I want next gens!" I had no idea a whole AU was gonna come out of it LMAO. I didn't think too hard about what I was doing. So; I had seen some of season 3 but I didn't know about the whole Rob arc or really anything about him. (I had seen "the pony" episode when it came out because it's season 2 but I was a kid and didn't pay attention to the one time he had his first 'role' ya know?)

ANYWAY, I was looking into this "Rob" character, saw people making "void Gumball" designs / GumRob next gens and I have no idea why but I was like "I want one" and that's what led to Zip's creation. He was made just 3 days later on November 13th, 2022 and if it weren't for him; this whole AU wouldn't have even started getting developed. See, I love Cas and Pearl but they were meant to be more "casual oc's" - I really didn't think I was going to keep using them or get as attached as I have. (honestly not understand my neurodivergence at the time either didn't help. if I had known that a hyperfixation could happen like this, I probably would've changed stuff but that's a tangent for another day.) Zip's story, as well as my AU started out COMPLETELY different than what it is now. It was dark/edgy, I knew nothing about Rob so I opted to make him the overarching villain and it just.. it was so bad. (Remember, I was at a low point so.. kinda makes sense the story was so.. yeah.) But as I started looking more and more into Rob I realized how wrong I was, like I could NOT have been more wrong, AND on top of that, looking more into the GumRob ship / watching their dynamic in the episodes... I kid you not; that ship grabbed me by the throat and has held me in a chokehold ever since. GumRob is genuinley my OTP and I cannot explain how much that ship means to me but, I'll ramble about them in another post. Overall; my AU started out differently than what it is now, but I'm happy that I changed it. It went from this dark, kinda edgy story to a lighter, fluffier (more romance-based) arc that plays HELLA into the cartoon-factor of the show. My AU is filled with dumb jokes like that, 4th wall breaks and just the silliness of the show - which I love. That's what I wanted and I've worked hard to get it there. (Yes my AU still devles into serious topics but I try to handle them carefully and still make it somewhat light since I play into the cartoon aspect, ya know?) Sorry for so much rambling, I just.. really love this show, my AU, my characters and I've worked SO hard on this AU (with help of my friends too) and I'm excited to talk more and more about it, without the fucking TEXT LIMIT ON INSTAGRAM. Lol. Hope everyone enjoys my dumb AU as much as I do ;v;'' ~ Glitch

#tawog #the amazing world of gumball #tawog oc #tawog next gen #the amazing world of gumball oc #penball next gen #darwin next gen #tawog next generation #ocs #my ocs #oc art #yes that human in the drawing is me lol #i love my ocs so much #you don't understand #aaaaaaaaaaa #My Tawog AU

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caxycreations · 2 months

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Love this site, sooooooo much sometimes.

Vent below the cut.

Reblog a post about writing genius strategy being hard

Explain, with examples, that writing genius strategy is only as hard as you make it, because you can write circumstances that favor ANY strategy and it'll sound genius.

Get told, quite politely, by someone in a reblog that the examples were poor choices, and also incorrect outright.

Thank them in a reblog, glad to have learned something.

Suddenly get inundated with people yelling at me over the historical inaccuracy, regurgitating almost letter for letter what the first person said, again and again for days.

Edit the original post to explain that I was wrong, had some inaccuracies, and explain historical accuracy was not the point of the post, but that the point was how to write "genius" strategies in fiction easily.

CONTINUE to be told I'm wrong and force-fed the same exact history facts by people that can't let it go.

So I can't let it go.

Because nobody else will.

Fuck's sake, try to do a good thing for writers and get screamed into the goddamn dirt by history freaks.

Like, I get it, I'm wrong, I made mistakes, I also corrected those mistakes and acknowledged, publicly, that they were mistakes and explained how so.

I don't need to be told 50 goddamn times when my day is stressful enough as is without internet warlords bashing down my door because

"UM ACKSHUALLY ITSH NOT SHUN SHU, ITSH ZHUGE LIANG AND THOSHE WERE FICTIONAL SHTORIES!"

I get it.

I promise you I get it.

I understand.

I know.

Thank you.

Can the fucking harassment PLEASE stop now?

#so tired #of getting notifications #for that fucking post #and it being some history freak #pissed off at me #talking at me #about the mistakes #that were already addressed

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bette-lynn · 4 months

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Mid-20s / F / USA / Bi / BBW

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On a journey of self-discovery! Working to accept and celebrate my natural femininity and become a curvy, well-bred momma.

I am a cis/AFAB woman who used to identify as a transmasc lesbian. Briefly being on HRT (testosterone for a year) helped lead me back to loving my feminine body, better understanding my sexuality, and figuring out the life I’m meant to live, so I’m glad to have tried it. I love my trans and lesbian siblings & will always advocate for their rights!

This will be a kink blog FYI. I’ll try to tag things but I’m ✨ just a girl ✨ and may only remember to tag original posts.

I LOVE: older men, age gap relationships, traditional gender roles, breeding/impregnation, lactation, BBWs, weight gain, domesticity, forced feminization, patriarchy, misogyny, feminization, genderplay, Stepfordization, domestic servitude, forced detransition, forced heterosexuality, and dykebreaking.

Being sooooooo serious when I say there’s no point in messaging me if you’re under 30. I am only interested in older partners.

I’m on here to have fun and am only interested in seriously pursuing local, in-person relationships. We can flirt, but do not be disrespecting me by asking for photos or commitment or whatever when you know full well you aren’t ready to support a fat wife and big family.

🚫 Don’t be underage, a terf, a racist, or a fascist 🚫

#impregnate her #tradwife #traditional relationships #future mommy blogger #fat girls #fat and proud #hyper feminine #stepfordization #breeding k1nk #ftm breeding #ftm detrans kink #force feminization

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angstics · 1 year

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(sources: nyt 2014, bryan ferry: 1976, 1979, maximilianmogg.de 2021, gerard way: 2005, sleek 2016, bowie: 1973, 1978, ama 2014, gerard way: 2014)

gerard way on style, authenticity, gender, british music from the 70s and 90s... and COSTUMES. that was just a primer on the topic i actually want to talk about, which is how different the outfits this past tour have been stylistically from anything gerard has PULLED FROM or DONE.

this entire run, 2022-23, the closest gerard ever got to wearing something he would've worn during the first period (01-13) was the when we were young shows. part making fun: the second night (the first was cancelled) they wore a replica of their revenge album run outfit with HEAVY old age makeup. part homage: night three, they wore something so reminiscent of colleen atwood's work that in conjunction with gerard's tour designer (marina toybina) saying atwood worked with gerard on something not specified and toybina not claiming this outfit as she usually would, led people to believe this was the work of atwood. which is significant because she designed the original black parade costumes!

(wwwy2, wwwy3, 2004, 2006)

every single other show was unique in some way. from the tshirts to loose jeans to short shorts to tight skirts to a nurse uniform to a full joan of arc get-up. this isnt to say they didnt divert from the "uniform" back in the day with other outfits -- but the new stuff either became the new regular or they were rare. they were always on theme. even beyond that, the wwwy looks are what people know them for. it's part anti-marketing -- no defintion, no statement. they just performed and people loved it. the only person to even publicize it is toybina, who just talked about the craft.

it's also part anti-glam aesthetically. for a decade, the same figures informed gerard's performance style. in evolving past The Past, he moves away from those figures. never entirely, especially not in artistic ideology. like you can see traces of ferry's idea of the authentic self interrupting expectations or bowie's evolution into softer adaptations of past selves -- but not as much as the hesitant alien look which was explicitly about that. looking at original glam rock style like bowie as ziggy stardust, there is an accentuation, drama, and single vision which defined mcr's revenge and early black parade aesthetics. those periods were gerard's biggest dedication to hair and make up until hesitant alien, which he describes as a return to glam.

looking at the tour vision today, it has none of these qualities. ive talked about how the outfits (mostly) arent highly dramatic or highly gendered, which is why i dont think calling it drag fits. esp on the drama point, that's a key aspect of glam missed. there's no makeup, no accentuation, no BIGNESS. the tour is marked by its long-range simplicity. when the drama comes, it's in the dirty and off-putting, not style. it's interesting that when way does act as a character, like the office worker or dracula, it's entirely physical like a stage actor not a singer. though those are just sparks. he doesnt "break" because it's just gerard as we know him.

one final thread to address here is the gender sphere. if gerard explicitly pulled from glam rock mcr 1.0 into hesitant alien, and he's mostly divorced from glam now... where is all this newfound gender presentation exploration coming from? from female archetypes (cheerleader, jackie-o) to theatrical gender neutrality (any of the body suits) to what wouldve been called "metrosexual" in 2006 (atlanta, nj2) to just a general feminine outfit (firefly, 8/9 of the 2023 leg) -- the artist has their source, meaning, motivation, sure. this step back from talking about anything is sooooooo genius for getting people to take what they want from the tour's artistic output. interpretation fuels discussion. people keep talking about the possible narratives of the albums. people keep talking about the constructed interpersonal narratives. people will keep talking about the mysterious narrative of this tour.

what people have taken from the looks of this tour is that they are a recontextualization of symbols gerard has always connected to -- one example is how cheerleaders went from an old failed pitch to the im not okay mv to revenge photoshoots to the blood and teenagers mvs. but unlike the wwwy outfits, he isnt using the symbols in the same way. it's entirely new that he becomes the exploited female figure he's attached to. the inspiration is the self. there's no avoidance. i think "foundations" had a lot do with the direction of the tour -- its self-reflection forming a new image, in both lyrics and sound, is exactly what the tour looks have been about. not Glam, not Post Glam... not mcr 1.0, not not mcr 1.0... making up new words for an old language to write stories not possible with just the old

#mcr #mcr fashion studies #qessay #happy birthday you human person

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 2 months

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Okay! Overall thoughts of the new live action adaptation of Avatar

- 10/10 costume and set design. It genuinely felt like that world had come alive visually and it was beautiful to see

- The actors all did really well with what they were given and some actors were assigned perfectly for the roles

- SO MANY STUPID AND UNNECESSARY CHANGES THAT DIDN’T NEED TO HAPPEN!!! They had the time and the money and resources to not change them. Changing them was pointless

- It literally starts off wrong. We see nothing of Aang being excluded by his friends because he is the avatar. He doesn’t even run away , he just flys up to think for a bit and gets caught in the storm. We don’t get to see his turmoil over his role and the guilt he feels from wanting to run away.

- Sooooo much frustration at the lost potential of this show.

- The characters felt like flat versions of who they were in the cartoons. Aang is just sort of there. Sokka isn’t all that funny (and he took some other characters’ lines) and Katara lost ALL her spunkiness.

- The change as to who Zuko’s crew were was really good in my opinion

- The small and subtle changes in scenes (like Zuko at the war meeting or how Pakku responds to Katara fighting him) made me so frustrated because it took away from the impact

- The characterisation of Sokka and Katara’s dad was sooooooo off. He’s a completely different character and says things his cartoon counterpart would never. Also the fact Sokka did actually do his ice dodging thing ??? That took away from a pain of his character

- In the original cartoon some of the romances could feel a tad choppy at times but it’s ten times worse in this adaptation. We don’t even get to see Sokka like try to woe Yue. They just like each other

- speaking of why can she travel to the spirit world as a fox. Why did they make it so Katara and Sokka went to the spirit world. Why change that.

- SO. MUCH. TELLING. NO. SHOWING. We are TOLD allllllllll these things about the characters but hardly ever shown it. Even though they had the time to do it !! We are told Aang is a goofy kid wayyyyy more then we are ever shown it.

- removing imperative plot points and shoving them together with other ones. No people living in the air temples. No town Jet wants to let me destroyed. No Pakku recognising Katara’s strength in after their fight , only when she talks to him in the war

- the moon and ocean spirits where just sort of thrown in at the end

- Azula was shown to already have a rocky relationship with her dad which again took away from what happens later when she cracks

-the plot points about Zuko and his relationship to Zhao got all mixed up and weird

Overall I stand by my comment that watching this show felt like eating the world’s most beautiful cake only for it to taste like nothing. I was more frustrated then anything watching this because it could have been good. It could have been sooooo good. The foundations were there. The budget was there. The design was there. But for some reason they felt the need to make all these little changes that made it feel more like someone was inaccurately recounting the show while also striping the characters of what makes them who they are.

#personal #avatar the last airbender spoilers

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functioningtrashcan · 3 months

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Rearranging Canon

I was thinking, what would've happened if Miguel tried to intercept Miles before Spot got to him? What if Miguel knew not to trust Gwen or Jess to deal with 1610? He seems like the type of guy to subscribe to the "if you want something right, you gotta do it yourself" mentality. So, here's an au I made (at least, I haven't seen any fics with this premise yet)

This is just a preview of something I've been thinking about a lot. Hope you guys enjoy

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"Sooooooo, uh, Macho Libre sir... when do I start?"

The child standing next to him was still shaking, costume torn and hair singed. Her grin was plastered on, breath quick as she tried to ease the mounting tension in the room. He could hear how fast her heart was still beating nearly 40 minutes after leaving her home universe behind.

"Start what, exactly?"

"I- you know. Spider.. society... stuff?"

It took everything in Miguel not to glare at Gwen from his spot across the table from her. She stayed silent the whole time it took them to walk from the portal to the cafeteria, and now she's biting the inside of her cheek like she needs to move on from this as quickly as possible.

"You're not doing any 'Spider Society' stuff right now." Miguel kept his tone as firm as he could without sounding angry at her. He was angry, just not at her. She was just a kid, after all. Super-powered kid or not, she couldn't brush off watching her own family - her own father - point a gun at her with intentions to shoot. It made his blood run hot and cold at the same time. What type of man would do that to his own daughter?

Gwen herself barely picked at the food in front of her. Miguel kept his eyes trained on the half eaten plate of empanadas in front of him, but he could still sense her eyes peering holes into him.

"Whatever you're thinking, no."

"I- "

"First rule of Spider Society," Miguel started, standing up, "is to listen when I ask you to do something."

He must've raised his voice, because Gwen flinched before he got to the end of his sentence. Shock, if only he knew a better way to connect with the skiddish thing immediately after such a traumatic event.

"Please, no worrying about any missions right now." Miguel softened his voice. "Jess prepared your room for you. Go."

Silently, Gwen slipped off out the door and down the same hallway they came. Miguel sat back down, sinking his head into his hands.

"Lyla."

The little hologram glitched into existence.

"How much more time before the prediction?"

Already running out of time. Great. There was now less than a year before the original anomaly was set to destroy the multiverse, and nearly all of the spiders who came with it. No matter what he tried to do, Miguel couldn't figure out the catalyst. Something big happened after that collider went off, something bigger than a new Spiderman in a world where a new Spiderman shouldn't be. Whatever it was, he had no choice but to stop it from happening.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. 7 months. That's all he had to figure it out. None of his teams were any closer to getting it, and now that Gwen was here, Miguel was almost certain that he had to figure it out. Before the multiverse collapsed, before the anomaly was set loose on them all, but most importantly, before Gwen caught wind of who the anomaly was.

Gwen's plate still stared at him from across the table.

Every force was working against him, it felt like. How was he supposed to fix everything if he couldn't even talk to one kid properly?

Kids. It's always kids. It's always-

"Miguel! Hey Migs! Miggy!"

Miguel scrubbed his face with his hand. A bumbling idiot in a pink robe slid into the seat next to him.

Nevermind, he would rather the emotional conversations with the traumatized kid.

"Hey Migs, I've got some exciting news-"

"Make it quick, Parker."

"Oh come on, you always say that."

"I always mean it."

"You're no fun anymore." Peter B Parker groaned at Miguel, casually draping an arm over his stiff shoulders. "What's up with that? You're the only Spider here with no sense of humor, and it's like you've gotten worse!" He grinned, scrubbing his knuckles into Miguel's scalp. Miguel swatted at his arm.

"You have three seconds."

"Yeesh, alright, alright." Peter took the hint and slid off. "Wanna hear some good news?"

"No."

"So MJ just got back from a doctor's appointment - for the baby, remember?" Peter continued. "The baby's coming soon and they were just checking to see if she was healthy and what's going on, that kinda thing." He took an empanada from Miguel's plate and bit into it sloppily. "Kid's already gonna be the best thing ever, I can tell. I feel like such a dad already."

"Uh huh, wow." Miguel really couldn't care less right now.

"Y'know, I think a kid would really suit you-"

Miguel shot him a glare.

"....not that I'm saying that you should replace your daughter, but you should really do something else with your time!" Peter chuckled nervously. "Kids are so healing."

"You're not a dad yet."

"I will be in a few weeks! I'm tellin' ya, I never thought I would enjoy baby shopping as much as I do."

Miguel sighed heavily out of his nose.

"I'm trying to figure out a way to deal with the anomaly, Parker."

Now it was Peter's turn to look serious.

"Don't tell me you're gonna hurt the kid, are you?"

"No. Of course not." Not unless it ended up being necessary.

"Because he really isn't that bad- I'm sure he doesn't even know his world is a problem. And hey, you gotta cut him some slack," Peter shook Miguel's shoulders slightly, trying to wring some lightheartedness out of him. "He had a terrible teacher."

"Absolutely horrible, you're right." Miguel deadpanned.

"I know!" Peter laughed. "I did the best I could with him. He was like a practice kid, almost."

"He deserves a better teacher."

"I mean- hey, woah," Peter put his hands up in mock offense. Miguel quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm right."

"I wasn't so bad. I got him on his feet, and-" Peter kept babbling on. Whatever this story was about the ill-fitting costume and the failed web-swinging tutorial, Miguel heard it a million times. He couldn't be bothered to listen so closely, and instead, his mind lingered on something new.

He deserves a better teacher.

That could be it. That could be the answer Miguel's been looking for.

Miguel stood up again, nearly knocking over the table and Peter.

"Woah, Mig-"

Miguel roughly pulled Peter up from his seat and clapped him on the back.

"For once, you were useful."

"My stories?" Peter was confused, but Miguel was already halfway across the room.

"Tell the others I'll be out for a while. You're in charge of watching Gwen. Tell Jess that assigning teams to catch anomalies is her job now."

"So I don't get a fancy job now?" Peter jogged up to Miguel, obnoxious story forgotten. "Where are you going?"

"Earth-1610." Miguel replied simply. "I'm going to give the kid a better mentor."

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And scene! Lemme know if I should finish this au

(Also, I've never posted fanfiction here before. If you guys have any formatting tips, help a trash can out)

#atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderverse #gwen stacy #spidergwen #miles morales #peter parker #peter b parker #into the spider verse #across the spider verse #astv #miguel is kind of a dad here #or at least hes trying #a failking is failing and whatnot #au #fanfic #spiderverse fanfic

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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My Way

A/N: Okay so future Leo won by a landslide so here he is, not as much fluff as I had originally planned but a lot is implied and cute. Also got a mention of Casey in there for the one person in my ask box asking for it, hope you enjoy!

Future Rise Leo x GNReader

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You were perched on the crumbling edge of the Empire State Building, it had long since collapsed and laid diagonal like the leaning Tower of Piza. It used to be a great landmark for New York, but now it just made a good stakeout spot while you spied on the Kraang.

That had been your job for a while, spending a few days alone, huddled under copious amounts of blankets and writing notes on what you saw. Sometimes this could be delivery shipments from their alien planet or fire practice on a burnt-out tree. No day was similar, and yet every day felt the same.

However, this time was truly different; you had a friend. Leonardo, or Master Leonardo as his students called him, was sat cross-legged beside you. He had essentially begged to join you after you returned for more rations, though he will always argue that he, and I quote, "Did not beg, I'm a master now, master's don't beg."

Sure, tell that to those hot summer nights, you mused to yourself. But anyway, here you are with what you could only describe as a child sat next to you. No matter how big Leo had gotten, he was still a goofy teenager at heart, especially when with you; it's like you brought it out of him. But he wasn't here just to tease you like usual, no, he was here so he could formulate a plan to stop, or at the very least slowdown, Kraang shipments.

Why you couldn't have done this yourself is beyond you, maybe he just needed a sense of familiarity in his life. What with April taking on the role of commander not too long back and off to who knows where. And what about Mikey, off around the world helping those who needed it. Sadly, it wasn't only New York the Kraang took over, sure it was the first stop but it wasn't the last.

Donnie and Raph were still a sore subject, he didn't talk about it much, not yet at least. But he was a strong guy, he'd open up to you when he was ready and willing. But you could see it in his eyes, the way he hurt on the inside. Maybe that's why you had spent those nights together, for weirdly enough, a sense of normalcy.

"Are you even listening to me?" he huffed out, nudging your arm, "You know, technically, I'm your boss now." You rolled your eyes, sending him a small smirk as you looked through your teched-up binoculars, "Yeah, right."

"It's true, I got a higher rank than you."

"So does April, yet she doesn't pester me like you do, Blue." you pulled away from the Kraang's base and turned to Leo, booping his snout to articulate your point. He crinkled his nose as a repercussion of your actions, puffing out a small breath of air in the process.

"I don't pester you, if I was going to you'd know by now."

"Oh, so you don't count begging to work with me as pestering?" you teased, fluttering your lashes at him. He threw his arms up into the air in mock frustration, "Again with the begging! I don't beg, I simply allocated myself to join you on this mission."

You shrugged your shoulders, allowing your low chuckle to bounce them around, "Uuh-huh" you whispered under your breath. You couldn't see it but just from your peripheral vision, you could tell he was pouting now. Leo leaned back on his hands, kicking his legs out and allowing his feet to dangle over the edge of the building. His trousers keeping his legs warm, who knew clothing would be so beneficial?

"Sooooooo, wanna hear a story?" he asked after a beat of silence. What the hell, you thought and reluctantly agreed.

"Back in my youth, I was what you called a 'Battle Nexus Chamption'. Of course, these days that doesn't really mean anything, but it used to and that's what matters!" he pointed out, no way near finished with his little rant. He waved his hand around dismissively, "Anyway, this isn't about me; it's about my legacy."

You wanted to groan and throw up at the same time, you pulled the binoculars back to your head and continued to scan the area and Kraang base while he spoke.

"So get this, flashback to a few months ago and I find this kid all alone, right? And he's a little witty and stubborn and, errr, rambunctious! So I take him under my wing, besides I'm not gonna let a kid be eaten or anything, I'm not a monster. So I take him back to my family's base and they begin to question him and totally freaked him out. I tell them to give him some breathing room and I take him to chill out in my room."

You're nodding along like your head was attached to a string and someone was pulling the end like a useless marionette. Leo's so excited as he recalls his past, an ever-growing grin present on his face, "And this little twerp is looking around and sees my Battle Nexus trophy and this kid's in awe, right? I walk over about to tell him about it and boom! He turns around with stars in his eyes and tells me every little detail of that event. I was stunned, so stunned I actually didn't notice he had tried to steal it under his skull hoodie."

That's when you spotted an awful lot of Kraang gathering up, all awaiting their next shipment and boy did this look like a doosey. You slapped Leo's arm, not daring to look away, your mouth hanging open, "Leo," you whispered. But he didn't listen, "So I saw potential in this kid and asked April to train him a little, put a little meat on his bones. Which, by the way, is such a weird expression."

"Leooo," you growled out, but he persisted against your slaps. Leo rubbed a tear away from his eye, "Skip to two months later and our little guy had become a man, he could wield a hockey stick like no other, and-"

"LEO! Shut up and look!" you yelled out, slapping your hand over your mouth, luckily you were far away enough to the point where the Kraang couldn't hear you. Leo took the binoculars and gawked at the sight, "T-there must be at least 20, even 30 of 'em down there. Why didn't you say something before?" he switched his gaze to you, your features were intensified with the binoculars.

Red eyes glaring at him through the lenses, "I did! You were too busy praising Casey to even notice." you huffed, "Awww, is someone jealous?" Leo teased. You flicked a brow up at him, "Are you seriously doing this right now?" you deadpanned.

"You're right, I'll come up with a plan." he was silent for a few moments then he suddenly clicked his fingers together, "Got it! We're going to do this my way." he beamed.

"You mean the way that has literally never worked before? At all?" you interrupted him. Leo glared at you, "I have a good plan, a great plan some may say."

"Please, do tell." Leo threw his shoulders back and sat up straighter, puffing his chest out, "Call the commander, tell her to get as many soldiers down here as possible and wait for my mark. Then we'll sneak around all those wrecked cars and buildings to avoid the Kraang's watch annddddd you don't care."

You hadn't looked hopeful throughout his plan, knowing your face was in a grimace the entire time. Although you trusted Leo with your life, you knew the area on a much deeper level and could pinpoint the enormous amounts of holes in his plan.

"What's wrong?" Leo sighed out, waiting for your long-winded speech just like Donnie used to give. You inhaled a deep breath then went for it, "First off, those cars? They're over quicksand, the only reason they haven't sunk yet is because of all the cars underneath that have piled up. Secondly, April wouldn't be able to get to us in enough time to stop the shipment and we don't even have soldiers. Thirdly, it's practically impossible to sneak up on the Kraang when they're on their own turf. They have next-level security, you wouldn't even get past the quicksand without them noticing you."

Leo pinched the gap between his eyes, drawing his trademark red slashes together as he did, "Fineee, we'll do it your way then." he moaned out, reluctant as always. You gave yourself an imaginary pat on the back and a quick gleeful smile to the Master, pecking him on the cheek as a thank you. His mask hid some of the blush but not all of it, his hand rose to touch his cheek; the metal cooling his heated skin.

"What was that for?" he asked, wide eyes never trailing away from your form. You giggled, it sounded heavenly, "Just happy you made the right decision."

"Oh come on, my plan wasn't that bad."

"Yes, it was,"

"Wasn't."

"Was."

"Wasn't."

Some say you two are still arguing to this day.

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mizu-nights · 27 days

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HAPPY KIYO DAYYYYY !!!!!!

decided to make a small appreciation post hehehe

ty all so much for the support you've given me up until this point!! originally was hesitant to start writing for pjsk bc there were so many writers!! i thought ppl would prefer their writing over mine and i'd get ignored :'D

however that wasn't the case. at all. which was soooOOOO UUUEEUUE it made me so happy .... i still remember screaming at like. 3am?? when i got my first req AND ITS CRAZY WE'RE ALMOST AT 170 NOW!!!

also soooo thankful ppl have been patient w their reqs (again, SO SO SORRY FOR THE PPL WHO REQUESTED DURING THE 100 FOLLOWERS/VDAY EVENT!!! i hope the white day post i did was able to make up for that ..."

i'd like to thank all my mutuals (esp YOU @catelismo , @nenes-numberonefan and @bl4cktourmaline) for being nice to me and sticking w me since who knows how long. u have a special place in my heart and i hope we get to talk more!! (YUE IF U SEE THIS IMY 😞😞 last time we spoke was around feb but i do understand if ur currently busy ueue)

anyways,, that is all!! thank you for supporting me and my blog, i genuinely don't know where i'd be if i ended up scraping this whole idea ... happy 15th birthday to me :3

#★ — that's the reason why #also this is queued!! probably wont see any comments/rbs until around 5 hrs after posting this

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verdemoth · 9 months

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i got invited into @skies-seas space headworld a while back and offered my beloved immortal space captain from spore 2008. and then it took me several months to finalize a design for them/their species

Captain Sondetten was once just a guy, but is now a spaceship puppeting around a clone of their old body. This is because they made the mistake of captaining the first expedition beyond their home star, and the first to encounter sapient alien life. Now they are not a person to the empire, they’re a living symbol progress and expansion and conquest and they can’t be allowed to die. So when they did, solutions were found. [more under readmore]

Several centuries later, Sondetten is still kicking. The same mind, more or less. They’ve accumulated so many memories that after a certain point, it was easier to transfer their mind into servers aboard their ship. Easier for the empire to maintain digital backups for when the ship is destroyed and needs to be rebuilt. Easier to filter out extraneous data that would only take up valuable space.

Son’s none too thrilled with their lot in life. Everything they do has political consequences that can make or break an alliance. Despite their influence they can’t do anything to change their situation. They don’t recognize the world they were born on. They can’t remember the names or faces of their countless dead friends. They’ve mostly stopped making friends, as no one else can understand fully what they’ve experienced. They’re a ghost haunting their own ship, which is more their true self now than the flesh they wear for the sake of being presentable.

In this shared setting, Son finally snapped and went rogue. They broke into a memory bank to hastily download a big file of that old ‘extraneous data’ (not a clean install, it’s not totally coherent or chronological but they’re glad to have the chance to invite old ghosts back in), then they made their exit and wrecked some shit on the way out, vanishing off to the other side of the galaxy. Son may have been a pacifist once but they’ve long since grown desensitized to violence.

There’s nothing stopping the empire from making another Sondetten, and becoming even more selective with what memories are returned to them to prevent this from happening again. But that’s a problem for that Sondetten, not this one. This Sondetten finally got away, and is for the first time in a long time somewhat mortal. They can make another body clone given enough time if the current one is killed, but if their ship is destroyed there will be no one to rebuild it and restore these memories. This Son will end if the ship dies, which is a novel experience.

In the meantime they’re trying to figure out how life works now in a place where they’re not being strangled by their own legacy. They arrive into the plot as just the ship with severe hull damage and some very atypical technology. They find themself put up as a grand prize to be won in some competition, which is not exactly what they were hoping for. They decide to play along for a time in hopes of getting free repairs, and only reveal themself as a sapient being when some folks try snooping into their memory servers or cloning process.

~ Anyway i made this species in spore in like 2012 or something? they were one of my main playthroughs and Sondetten is my go to when i’m playing the space stage :]

the original Maaydes + Sondie in game

i’ve been trying to draw/design the species but it took me sooooooo long to settle on what i wanted! the initial concept was marsupial + bird but it evolved past that. there’s plenty of thylacine in the jaw range of motion & general posture/body anatomy, but also some rodent proportions and upright posture. head cones from great crested grebe and austroraptor. wing anatomy and proportions are pterosaur, a single long digit supporting a membrane. with a wing covering of moth like scales. also a bit of pangolin but it’s more obvious on some subspecies than on Sond here

the idea is that the predecessors of this species had some kind of fur like covering, which over time changed into fused structures somewhere between a scale and a feather? they’re primarily equipped for insulation and ornamentation (colourful) but the wing scales help to provide lift, and there are larger variations that provide effective armour. stomach ‘plumage’ is more similar to the original ‘fur’

#spore #spore 2008 #image #my art #my characters #char: sondetten #set: space placeholder #needed to take a break from art fight stuff which i won’t get finished before the end of the month but that’s ok #most of the revenges i have left are people i can reach on other social medias so i should be able to get them their art #anyway self indulgent oc hours for now :] sky and i are having fun #sonny my boy #they’re soooooo fucked up #dude was the paragon of their imperialist capitalist society and was forcibly molded into that role #theyre still not keen on war so they became a cutthroat businessman to get the empire what it wants with less blood shed #they also have still killed a lot of people though. directly and indirectly

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the-crimson · 8 months

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Ok now that the computers are becoming plot relevant again I think we actually need to figure out if the entity that attacked Philza for getting netherite way back in the beginning was actually intended to be the binary monster.

I am of the belief that was just an admin logging in to stop him from getting an illegal item because someone took a photo of the eggs around that time when all of their skins were glitched and one of the eggs wore that same black/green glitchy skin. I assume at that point they already had the code skin prepared as that was a planned plot point so why would they not use the skin if that was intended to be the code tm.

If that is the case then the first appearance of the code entity would be when Luzu’s computer appeared and Luzu reverted to Aaron after learning Tilin was dead. To my recollection, Luzu/Aaron didn’t know where the computer came from and the code only appeared after he’d reverted into Aaron. Aaron told Foolish and Bad that the codes were trying to kill him because he was a chink in the chain or something. Once Luzu logged off, the code immediately started targeting the eggs and first targeted Leo then the next day Dapper.

This is also super interesting because they appeared soon after three eggs died then it immediately started threatening the remaining eggs and telling the players to leave - at least when it appeared to Max, Bad and Dapper it told them to leave in the chat.

Did the computer open a gate way for the code to enter the island? Are the corrupted codes we’ve been seeing clones of the original code that came through to kill Luzu? We saw it in Max’s hallucination, it’s still out there… Are these computers gateways for more entities? Luzu is returning in addition to more players…

I don’t think the codes, if more come through, are going to try and kill the eggs. The binary entities have turned their focus away from the eggs entirely for a while and are focusing on Etoiles and Max. They’ve changed their approach instead of trying to scare the players into leaving they’ve got another plan.

Idk where I’m going with this my brain is too scattered. There are just so many things happening at once rn I’m gonna have to go back and rewatch the Aaron stream where the code first appeared to see. Idk what to think rn

Edit: also Luzu said in binary yesterday “a door is opening” sooooooo I think these computers are portals of some kind 100%….

#qsmp #crimson speaks #I think going back and rewatching the first few times the binary entity appeared are imperative #to figuring all this out #all this post is from memory bay the way #so take it with a grain of salt

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lardguz · 5 months

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A Samurai's Hunger for Justice

This was originally longer, but I wasn't happy with the last part of it at all, and decided to just delete it entirely. But, I have returned with more gay fat lawyers! This time, featuring a certain samurai prosecutor and loud defense attorney! I never used to ship these two but uh, this dynamic is kind of super hot and gave me intense brainrot for months. Sooooooo I hope you all enjoy!

It was a rather nice spring day in Los Angeles, as Apollo Justice looked down at his phone’s screen. He looked back up at the restaurant in front of him, scratching the back of his head with worry. Prosecutor Simon Blackquill, the Twisted Samurai himself, had invited the young defense attorney out to lunch after their courtroom battle earlier that day, baffling Apollo. He had thought the stern former convict hated him, so being invited to eat with him was unexpected at the very least. As he walked up to the glass door of the restaurant, Apollo caught sight of his own reflection staring back at him. The anxiety plastered on his chubby face was quite apparent, so he took a deep breath and clapped either side of his face with his hands. He straightened his tie and walked in, spotting Prosecutor Blackquill immediately. The thick-haired black and white clad man was pretty hard to miss, sipping on a cup of hot tea as he shot a look at the chubby defense attorney as he entered. Apollo hesitantly made his way over to the table, pulling out the chair across from Blackquill and taking a seat.

Apollo awkwardly coughed before speaking. “So, uh, Prosecutor Blackquill! What’s, um… Why did you want to meet me?” he asked hesitantly.

The intimidating man chuckled mirthlessly. “I see you truly do assume the worst in me, Justice-dono. Why is it that acquaintances cannot just invite each other to a meal after a long battle?” Apollo snorted quietly at Simon’s ever-present dramatic and overly-traditional way of speaking, grabbing the menu in front of him and scanning it while he mulled over the prosecutor’s question. He had never really realized that Prosecutor Blackquill qualified as an acquaintance of his, mostly just thinking of knowing him as his coworker Athena Cykes’s older brother figure. Contrary to his thoughts, Apollo realized that he had fought against Simon in court a number of times now, almost as much as he’d gone against Klavier, who he saw as a close friend.

Apollo decided on ordering a sandwich platter and a large soda, and looked up at Prosecutor Blackquill to respond to him after he placed his order as well. “I guess I just never realized we were ‘acquaintances’, Prosecutor Blackquill. I kind of just thought you preferred hanging out with Athena since, well, you know…” Apollo trailed off as he saw the look on Simon’s face shift abruptly, and sensing danger, decided to drop that line of conversation. They sat in silence until their food arrived, Apollo blushing and staring at his lap while avoiding the gaze of the dark-eyed man opposite to him. While looking down, Apollo noted that the lowest button on his red waistcoat was starting to strain around his chubby gut a little. Apollo had never been a skinny man, especially during his law school days, when the stress of studying had him balloon up to 450 pounds at one point. After he got fired from his first law firm after finding his mentor guilty of murder on his first trial ever, Apollo had briefly gained some of his college weight back but he’d been working on trying to lose it again, though the strained button on his vest told him he wasn’t doing a very good job.

Apollo snapped out of his line of thought as their food arrived, and immediately he grabbed for half of his sandwich, not looking up until he had taken one huge bite. What he saw in front of him shocked him momentarily: Simon Blackquill had an entire party platter in front of him, and he was picking away at it diligently with a speed that surprised the much heavier defense attorney. “Wow,” Apollo mumbled through his mouthful of sandwich, “you must be pretty hungry Prosecutor Blackquill!”

The long-haired wannabe samurai stopped his strategic attack on his food to snap his head up and glare at the chubby man across from him. “What is that supposed to imply, Justice-dono?” he growled through gritted teeth, causing Apollo to immediately backpedal.

“W-well, what I uh, meant, was that, um…” the chubby lawyer stammered, his eyes wide as he worried that Blackquill might be hiding any number of weapons on his person at any time. He took a deep breath to compose himself before finishing his thought. “I’m sorry, I guess I just was surprised that you were intending to eat so much food.”

Simon glared at his dining partner again. “What’s wrong with how much I choose to eat to refuel after a long battle of wits?”

“Oh, nothing!” Apollo grinned awkwardly. “That’s just a lot more food than even I can eat, and I was thinking if you keep eating like that…” Simon growled again, causing Apollo to cut his thought short.

“I can eat TWICE this much, and my diligent samurai training regimen allows me to not gain a single ounce of weight from it, Justice-dono!” He slammed his fist onto the table fiercely, rattling the dishes and silverware, and sending their waiter scrambling over to see what was wrong. “Bring me another of these platters, on the double.” The waiter nodded and walked away quickly, while Simon continued tearing into his party platter with a much less methodical and calculated approach, instead just going for speed and ferocity. Apollo sat there dumbfounded, completely taken aback by the normally-stoic prosecutor’s competitive outburst. His own lunch lay completely forgotten as he sat there, transfixed by Simon’s frenzied eating.

When the second party platter arrived at their table, Simon merely gave a curt nod to the waiter, mouth too stuffed with bite-sized foods to verbalize anything. He finished his original platter and chugged the large soda he had ordered with it, draining it in less than a minute. Then he proceeded to begin attacking the new plate piled high with the tiny party sized foods, but this time noticeably slower. Simon was clearly wincing occasionally, trying to resist the urge to rub his overstuffed gut, which was just starting to look the slightest bit distended under his tailored waistcoat.

Apollo jolted out of his stunned silence. He saw Prosecutor Blackquill flagging in his consumption, his normally dark-circled eyes dropping even more underneath his thick, salt and pepper bangs. “Aw, come on, Prosecutor Blackquill!” Apollo grinned mischievously, “You’re not giving up that easily, are you?” Simon grunted through a stuffed mouth, shooting an exhausted and painted glare at the brown haired man. Apollo leaned back in his chair, and patted his tubby gut. “I was going to be so impressed if you managed to eat that much food in one sitting!” The young man sighed dramatically as he put his arms behind his head. “Oh well, I guess we’ll both just have to go home disappointed that you couldn’t keep your word.”

Simon snapped back up, ignoring the jolt of pain from his overstuffed gut. His honor had been challenged, and he would not let himself be defeated here. The black-and-white-clad prosecutor began stuffing his face with even more speed than at the start of his challenge, occasionally groaning in discomfort around mouthfuls of food. Apollo sat in his chair, grinning like a child in a candy store. It was so good to finally find a weakness in the stern Prosecutor Blackquill, and one that could be so easily exploited! Wait, Apollo thought with alarm, why do I care that I know Prosecutor Blackquill’s weak spot? I’m not fighting him or anything! We’re just legal rivals! The awkward defense attorney suddenly blushed furiously. Unless… maybe I want to see him do this more often?

Simon slammed his fists loudly onto the table, causing Apollo to leap up and yelp in surprise. The man’s thick ponytail was just slightly damp with sweat, his bangs sticking just a bit to his brow. He was panting heavily, and his face looked pained, but a smug expression was plastered all over his flushed face. “I… haah… win, Justice-dono.” Apollo looked down at the monochrome-themed outfit Blackquill always wore, his tight waistcoat straining around a soccer ball sized gut. Simon clasped both sides of said gut, running it to try and reduce the pain. Apollo coughed awkwardly. “You, uh, you sure did, Prosecutor Blackquill! I’m impressed you, um, managed it…” He trailed off once more as thoughts flooded his mind. Maybe… maybe he should start spending more time with Prosecutor Blackquill. He certainly seemed entertaining at the very least.

Apollo and Simon had been regularly meeting up for meals and conversation after their courtroom battles for about a month. Apollo found the former death row inmate absolutely fascinating, from his love of all things samurai, to his dedication and kindness towards his pet hawk, Taka. Most of all, however, Apollo loved how he reacted to being taunted when he was eating. Something about the way Simon got defensive over how much he ate, or could eat, delighted Apollo, and he thought he was finally figuring out why. He noticed that more and more often, even in court, he was able to get a reaction out of the ordinarily stoic prosecutor. Apollo would make a jab about Blackquill’s arguments in court, or his body in public, and Simon would get this look on his face that the defense attorney just loved. His brooding expression would break for just a moment, his eyes would look overcome with some strong emotion Apollo couldn’t quite identify, and suddenly it was gone again, hidden behind a burning glare of determination. He wanted to see that look every chance he could get.

The young defense attorney currently sat across from his new rival, watching him tearing into a triple cheeseburger with stunning speed. The amount of greasy meat being bitten off and swallowed so rapidly was staggering. Apollo smirked and said, “Wow, Prosecutor Blackquill, I think you might finally be wider than me now! Maybe you should cut back a little.” The defense attorney had spoken loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear, causing some other tables nearby to start muttering about the display of gluttonous depravity taking place at their table. Simon swallowed his crammed mouthful of beef and cheese, eyes narrowed, as he growled back at Apollo, “You know as well as I that I can lose weight whenever I want. I am a proud samurai, descendant of proud samurais, and I am not even that large, Justice-dono.”

Apollo laughed uproariously in response. “Hahahaha, you can’t actually be serious, Prosecutor Blackquill! Have you looked in any mirrors lately? Or, better yet, try looking down at yourself! You’re clearly almost too big for that little chair, and I’m not even close to being that big yet!” Apollo felt a jolt of satisfaction as he saw the cold expression on Simon’s face melt for a second, realizing that even if he outwardly pretended to hate it, Prosecutor Blackquill enjoyed his teasing as much as he did. The portly man had recently upsized most of his wardrobe, but his steady weight gain made it very apparent that he wouldn’t be able to keep that up sustainably. His new waistcoat already strained around his new moobs at the top, and around his ever softer abdomen, his gut sitting in his lap every time he sat down. His signature long black and white coat, which was a custom piece, was the one part of his wardrobe that hadn’t been upsized because it couldn’t be modified, so it now strained around his fattening arms and shoulders, the fabric clinging to them like it was painted on. His soft fat rolls on his sides and back pooled over his belted pants, forming a pronounced muffin top. His thighs and ass cheeks pressed gently into the arms of his chair, threatening to get him stuck in it if he kept eating. The once-muscular prosecutor had undeniably let himself go, and Apollo could tell that behind all the stoic attempts to deny it, Simon was enjoying it just as much as he was. Maybe even more.

The defense attorney grinned smugly, resting his chin on one of his hands. “Well, I guess if you can lose this weight whenever you want to,” Apollo said, his tone dismissive, “you can just give up on our lunch right now…”

Simon’s head shot up, a mouthful of burger hanging from between his overstuffed cheeks, shooting a glare full of anger and something else at the pudgy attorney. He flagged down their waiter, hastily swallowing his food before speaking. “I want you to bring me three—no, four—more of these triple burger combos, and I want them on the table before I’ve finished this one. Understood?” The waiter nodded, visibly shaken by his murderous tone, and ran back to the kitchen while Simon resumed tearing into his burger with renewed vigor. Apollo watched in amused silence. There was no way Simon would be able to finish five triple decker combos in one sitting, not even at his size. He couldn’t wait to see the sinking look of defeat on his rival’s face when he realized he couldn’t do it.

Simon stuffed his face with his current burger as fully as possible, cheeks bulging as he chewed and swallowed the massive amounts of greasy beef, cheese, and buns that he loaded into his mouth. He took fistfuls of fries and shoved them into his greedy maw as well, his double chin flecked with crumbs fallen from his overfilled mouth. The waiter scrambled up with the four other plates of food, overflowing with fries, and placed them on the table before running back to the kitchen again. The portly prosecutor smirked around his final mouthful of his first combo meal, looking Apollo in the eye cockily. The brunette smiled back dismissively, silently mouthing the words Four more to go! at his dining partner. Simon glared once more before picking up his second burger and ripping an enormous bite off of it, then a second and a third. Apollo’s confidence began to waver as Blackquill finished the second plate in record time and moved onto the third without slowing down at all, though his face was covered in grease and crumbs, as was the front of his vest, whose buttons were straining ominously.

Simon finally started to slow down after the fourth platter, his movements visibly slowing down. His round gut strained the buttons of his vest to their very limit, and pressed firmly against the edge of the table in front of him. The surly prosecutor was sweating, pale face flushed around his round food-stained cheeks and his black and white bangs plastered to his forehead. He winced as he lifted the final three-tiered burger to his greasy lips, breathing heavily as he opened his mouth for another massive bite. Apollo could only look on in stunned silence, watching the obese prosecutor exhaustedly swallow the final plate of food. When Simon stuffed the last of the fries into his mouth and swallowed them, he leaned back in his chair and let out a groan of triumph, his hands immediately rubbing his straining gut.

Apollo blinked in shock, then rose from his chair to offer Blackquill his hand. “All right, fair is fair, you win this time.” Apollo smiled. Simon looked up at him, his exhausted face giving nothing away as his grease-slicked hand grabbed Apollo’s. They both strained and tugged to try and get the stuffed man out of his chair, and eventually he popped free. Prosecutor Blackquill stood up, and Apollo finally got a good look at the damage his challenge had done to his rival. The seams of Simon’s pants had started to split from the thunderous thighs straining them, his pale flab poking through like bubbles of lard, but most notable was his finely tailored vest, whose buttons looked like they were going to shoot off of his distended abdomen at any moment. Simon’s pronounced dome of a gut stuck out at least a foot from his body, and looked firm to the touch.

Realizing he might have gone a bit too far this time, Apollo offered his shoulder to the obese man. “C’mon, big guy,” he grunted as Simon leaned his considerable weight onto the presented shoulder, “Let’s get you back to my apartment to sleep this off, okay?” The chubby defense attorney and rotund prosecutor made quite a pair as Apollo helped Simon painstakingly waddle his way to the train station, the overstuffed taller man huffing and panting the entire trek. He immediately flopped onto one of the seats on the train up on entering, his thighs and love handles overflowing just slightly into the seats next to him. The pale prosecutor’s face was flushed and sweaty from the walk to the train station. When they reached their stop, Apollo helped hoist the exhausted man from his seat and once again supported him with his shoulder to help him up the stairs to his apartment. The two men were panting for breath by the time they reached the apartment door, Apollo fumbling for his keys while Simon leaned his bulk against the wall, his taut orb of a gut still straining the buttons of his vest nearly to bursting.

Apollo finally unlocked his door and led his tired rival inside his sparsely decorated apartment. Simon spotted a loveseat sofa and immediately waddled over to it, collapsing onto it gratefully. He laid down on his back and immediately began massaging his painfully stuffed stomach, groaning in discomfort. Apollo made his way to the kitchen, humming a little song as he opened the fridge. Simon was too exhausted to notice what the defense attorney was doing until he was standing next to him, holding a large white box in his hands and grinning mischievously.

“What… what do you want, Justice-dono?” Simon grunted, “Can’t you see I’m a little preoccupied?”

“Oh, I noticed, don’t worry.” Apollo responded cheerily. “I was just bringing you your dessert!”

Blackquill winced. “D-dessert?! But I… I don’t have any room left for anymore—”

The box was placed firmly on Simon’s distended abdomen, Apollo opened the top and grabbed a slice of the chocolate confection inside with his bare hands. “Don’t be silly, Simon,” he said in a soothing tone, “you can’t just ignore dessert! How else are you supposed to finish a proper meal? Plus…” Apollo chuckled. “You can’t really consider me impressed by your eating capabilities until you’ve broken out of that tight vest of yours.”

Simon narrowed his eyes. “Is that another challenge, Justice-dono?”

Apollo nodded, and silently lifted the cake slice to the obese man’s lips. Simon immediately snapped forward and took a huge bite of it, then another. In three bites it was gone, and Apollo promptly lifted another slice to his mouth. With his other hand, he rubbed Blackquill’s straining gut, trying to relieve some of the pressure inside and make more room for the rest of the cake. The sounds of straining seams and ripping fabric was slightly overshadowed by the loud chewing and heavy breathing. Halfway through the cake, the bottommost button of Simon’s struggling vest finally gave up the fight, pinging off and flying across the room at top speeds. The rest of the buttons straining around his bulging gut snapped off in quick succession, but the buttons holding back his huge moobs continued to hold on. With three slices left, one of the buttons finally broke off, with another flying off after the second to last slice. Simon’s face was covered in sweat, crumbs, and smears of frosting, his eyes glazed over from the oncoming food coma. Apollo gently guided the last cake slice into his mouth, and as he swallowed, the last button flew off. Simon was breathing heavily, his panting mouth leaving his cheeks and double chin jiggling with every breath. His chubby cheeks were suddenly grabbed by a hand on either side as Apollo straddled his enormous gut and planted his lips against Simon’s, passionately kissing his rival for the first time. Simon froze at first, but then melted into the kiss, realizing that this was all he had wanted all along: Apollo Justice‘s love and approval.

Just a few months after their first kiss, Apollo and Simon were once again back in the courtroom against each other. The red-clad defense attorney threw back his arm and pointed, letting out one of his law firm’s famously-yelled “Objection!” cries. The entire court was stunned into silence by the force behind his self-proclaimed Chords of Steel, so he had a quiet moment to piece together his argument before proceeding.

“Your Honor,” Apollo began, his voice uncharacteristically confident, “the prosecution is drawing a lot of assumptions about my client without any evidence. I would like to present my own evidence that contradicts everything Prosecutor Blackquill has been arguing so far!” He slammed his hands onto the desk for emphasis. “My client could not have cooked the seafood stew that was used to kill the victim, as he is also deathly allergic to shellfish, like the victim was!”

“Silence!” The growling shout echoed from the opposite side of the courtroom. Simon Blackquill banged his fists onto the desk in front of him, chuckling darkly before speaking. “Justice-dono, is that really your argument? Couldn’t the defendant merely have worn gloves to prepare the deadly meal for the victim?”

Apollo smirked. “Well, Prosecutor Blackquill, if you had been paying more attention to the case instead of stuffing your face with all those snacks you have hidden behind your bench, you would know that that’s not possible.” The defense attorney’s voice was smug, but in a teasing manner, like a parent chiding a child for getting into the cookie jar. Simon’s chubby cheeks flushed, embarrassed that Apollo would tease him in front of the entire courtroom. “Or,” the defense attorney continued, “perhaps your stomach might be covering up some of the files on your desk?” He grinned. “It does seem to be pressing into the desk pretty hard these days, Prosecutor Blackquill. Maybe you should consider getting a specially modified prosecution bench for someone as… ample as you.”

Simon bit his chubby lower lip to cover up the whine he almost let out in response to Apollo’s public teasing. The courtroom gallery murmured, Blackquill able to catch snippets of some of the onlookers commenting on his skyrocketing weight. It truly was undeniable now how much the once-muscular Simon Blackquill had let himself go in recent months. The former death row inmate had lost all of his once intimidating facial features, his chubby chipmunk cheeks and prominent double chin softening his usually dark expression. He had just gotten a new suit tailored to his current measurements yesterday, but his obese body was highlighted more than ever by it. His biceps were covered in jiggling, saggy fat, hiding any muscle he once had and even beginning to fold over his elbows just slightly. His wrists and hands were even getting fat now, his fingers almost akin to little sausages. His chest was already starting to strain the buttons of his tailored waistcoat slightly, his enormous moobs resting comfortably on either side of his gut, the clothes preventing them from sagging under their own weight for now. His monstrous gut, when tucked into his waistband like it had to be for court, sat like a dome sticking out almost 2 feet from his body, pressing firmly around the prosecutor’s bench in front of him and even resting on top of it in places. His love handles and side rolls bulged out over his waistband, forming a pronounced muffin top and preventing his fat arms from resting flat at his sides. His suit pants looked like they had been painted onto his legs, so form-fitting across his thighs and ass cheeks that you could practically see every roll, fold, dimple, and stretch mark under the tight fabric. His thigh fat, much like his biceps, was starting to collapse over his knees and melt into his calves, which, combined with how much he had to spread his legs apart to keep his thighs from rubbing together painfully, meant he had to walk in a pronounced waddle whenever he needed to get somewhere now. The jab Apollo had made about the snacks behind his bench was also true, Simon now notorious for “sneaking” a bite or three during his opponents’ arguments. This was, however, detrimental to his own formation of counterarguments, the once-whip smart prosecutor now more frequently stumbling through trials because he was too distracted by food to notice a contradiction. Many people were making fun of Blackquill for what they perceived as his degradation into becoming a useless fat slob, but little did they know, it was all what he most fervently desired.

After the case wrapped up with Apollo victorious, Simon sat in the prosecution lobby ravenously devouring the rest of his pile of snacks while waiting for Apollo to meet him. Just as he was pouring the last crumbs from a potato chip bag into his greedy mouth, the doors opened, and the chubby defense attorney walked in. He silently offered his hand to the obese prosecutor, helping him up off the groaning antique sofa beneath his corpulent rear. Apollo planted a kiss right on Simon’s chubby lips, still covered in snack crumbs, and began helping his rotund boyfriend waddle to the train station. The courthouse was only a block away, but that was still one block of agonized waddling for the out of shape prosecutor. Huffing and wheezing the entire way, his face flushed and his body sweating profusely, Simon had to stop to catch his breath no less than 5 times in such a short distance. Apollo teased him the entire time, calling him a pig and commenting on how far he’d let himself go since they started talking more often. Simon loved every second of it, whining between breaths as he tightened his grip around Apollo’s hand.

When they finally got on the train, Simon immediately sat down, his enormous behind requiring two seats, one for each cheek. Apollo laughed. “Oh, gosh, Simon, you’re so huge! How selfish of you, taking up two whole seats on the train! What if someone else needs one?”

Simon blushed. His breathing was still heavy from the trek to the train station, so he had to speak between wheezes. “I… h-hope… haah… that I-I… hhhh… t-t-take u-up… haah, haah… an entire… row… s-someday… haah…” He squirmed a little in anticipation for that day, making his flabby body jiggle and wobble. This made Apollo blush in return, imagining his boyfriend so desperate to please him that he became too fat to even move. He leaned forward and kissed Simon’s sweaty blushing cheek, whispering in his ear, “I’ll make sure you get that big and even bigger, you greedy hog.” The lardball of a prosecutor couldn’t stop himself from moaning when he heard that come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. Apollo loved seeing that pleading look in Simon’s eyes, that desire to eat and become as fat as he could, just to impress him. He wanted to see that look every day of the rest of their lives.

When the train arrived at their stop, Apollo once again helped hoist his boyfriend off his prodigious rear, and held his fat hand to help guide him to their apartment. Once they arrived at the building, Simon made for the elevator, but Apollo stopped him. “We’re not doing that today,” he whispered deviously. “You’re much too fat now, Simon. What would the other tenants think if they found out some landwhale broke the elevator with his fat ass?”

Simon whined, but then readapted his surly demeanor. “What are you suggesting, Justice-dono? How am I supposed to get to our home if not for the elevator?”

Apollo took his chubby hand again and guided him to the staircase. “It’s either these, or no dinner for you, Simon.” The defense attorney grinned mischievously as Blackquill stared up at the stairs, his initial worried expression morphing to determination when food was mentioned. The rotund man grabbed the railings on either side of the staircase with his soft, round fingers, and began slowly and painfully lifting his bulk up the stairs, one lard-coated leg at a time. After just one step he was wheezing and coated in sweat, and he had to take a break after three steps up the stairs. Apollo stood behind him, ready to catch his bulk in case he lost his footing or if his overburdened legs gave out on him. Thankfully that wasn’t necessary, but it did take over half an hour for Simon to get to the second floor where their apartment was.

Once Apollo unlocked the door and they were both inside, Simon immediately grabbed his boyfriend and held him against the nearest wall, his plush gut enveloping Apollo in a warm embrace as they made out passionately in the dark. Apollo found his hands roaming his boyfriend’s folds and rolls, pinching and shaking them, delighting in how soft and flabby he has become because of his encouragement. Simon, being much taller than Apollo, loved seeing his boyfriend’s body buried between his flab and the wall, his face just barely poking up between his moobs. He bit his boyfriend’s lips a bit between kisses, pressing his own bulk harder and harder against the wall. Suddenly, his stomach gurgled, and the lovestruck pair realized that Simon hadn’t eaten since court. Apollo ran to the kitchen to grab snacks, while Simon sat down on the couch to order himself delivery from a couple restaurants nearby. Apollo returned from the kitchen with his arms full of bags of snacks, dumping them on the table in front of his morbidly obese boyfriend, who immediately began ripping open the packaging and devouring the snacks in a frenzy. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and Apollo got up to grab the stacks of take out containers, leaving Simon to continue stuffing his fat face on the couch. Gently placing the towers of boxes on the table, Apollo opened one and straddled his boyfriend’s flabby gut. “Here’s tonight’s challenge,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “You rip all those clothes off you just by eating all this food, and I’ll feed you dessert in our bed.” Simon moaned, nodding frantically, reaching for the greasy quadruple decker burger in the box that Apollo offered him. His boyfriend smiled and let him take it. “Guess that’s a yes, then. All right, I’ll keep the food coming.” Apollo pulled out his phone, ordering even more food just to make sure that finely tailored suit was reduced to shreds by the time the night was done.

It didn’t take long for some of the tighter seams of Simon’s suit to start straining and ripping. After just a few of the greasy towering burgers from the nearby burger restaurant, little diamonds of soft, pale flab were poking through on the outer seams of his pants, and the shoulders of his dress shirt were starting to suffer the same fate. His fat face was covered in grease, his cheeks wobbling and his double chin budding into a triple chin when he chewed. The button on his dress pants, which his massive gut was still stuffed into, pinged off after an alarmingly short period, allowing the surge of stomach rolls to begin billowing forth onto his lap. Simon moaned in delight, the sound muffled by a mouthful of juicy bacon cheeseburger. His fat hands began stuffing his mouth at an even faster pace, the chubby sausage fingers greedily grabbing at anything Apollo held out within reach. After about an hour, all the buttons of his waistcoat had burst off, revealing the straining buttons of his dress shirt, complete with rips around his impressive moobs. The seams of his sleeves were almost completely torn apart, his flabby shoulders nearly ripping the sleeves right off the shirt entirely. Suddenly, after eating a party size tray of deep fried cheese sticks, the buttons of his shirt gave out one after the other, starting from the bottom of his sagging gut and working all the way up to his trifecta of wobbling chins. With the demise of his shirt buttons, his cascading stomach rolls surged forward with no barrier, with the largest lower roll almost flowing to the edge of where his knees once were.

Apollo chuckled, withholding the next box of greasy fast food from his hopelessly obese boyfriend, waiting until he finished his current batch to see if he noticed the food had stopped. Sure enough, Simon immediately noticed as soon as he swallowed the last of his fried chicken wings, his flabby hands grasping around desperately for any nearby food. His gray eyes suddenly locked with Apollo’s, as he saw the bag of delivery boxes dangling from his hand. “Justice-dono,” he growled, “give me that, now “

Apollo smirked. “Not until you beg for it, Simon.” He waggled the overflowing sack of food back and forth, watching his corpulent boyfriend’s glare soften into a look of desperation, his pudgy lips quivering as he unconsciously whimpered. The voracious overstuffed man raised his jiggly arms, his fat sausage fingers grasping desperately towards the delicious fattening treats he so badly craved. Apollo felt a surge of pride, mingled with desire, at seeing the once-proud samurai prosecutor reduced to a pitiful blob of adipose, too addicted to being fed to even put up a fight anymore. The chubby defense attorney never thought he could be so attracted to someone so pathetic, but something about finally being the one in control gave him such a thrill.

Apollo finally relented after watching his barely-clothed partner struggle to reach for the food for a good few minutes, placing the bag of food directly on top of Simon’s overstuffed gut. The greedy hog of a man eagerly began ripping open the takeout containers, desperately stuffing the food within into his mouth to sate his hungry stomach. The more he devoured, the more the sounds of ripping fabric and busting seams began to fill the apartment. His flabby arms and pancake stacks of love handles and side rolls reduced the remains of his shirt to shreds, and his enormous couch-filling ass cheeks and jiggling thigh rolls quickly burst out of the restraining dress pants, immediately pooling out beneath him and spreading across the cushions being crushed underneath his bulk.

As the final death knell of his tailored suit ripped through the air, Simon swallowed the last of his dinner, his entire chest jiggling from how hard he was panting. His flabby face was flushed and sweaty, but his gray eyes glowed with pride. The morbidly obese prosecutor looked over at his boyfriend Apollo, who was walking into the kitchen. The red-suited man returned with a bag filled with bakery boxes, a soft smile on his chubby face. “Well, a promise is a promise. You did great, Simon.” Apollo grabbed his boyfriend’s chubby wrists, hoisting the enormous man off of his flabby ass and helping him waddle his way into their bedroom. The lowest roll of his overfed gut loudly slapped against his thunderous thighs with every slow step he took, and Apollo kept glancing back to look at Simon’s shapeless ass cheeks jiggling and wobbling constantly the entire time. When they arrived in the bedroom, Simon gratefully collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving from the effort to walking just a few feet. After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, an exercise in futility at his size, the obese man shifted his flabby physique so he could lay on his back. Apollo straddled his boyfriend’s lap-covering gut, laying himself between his pillowy moobs, and opened the first of the white boxes. Inside was a decadent chocolate cake, with lots of gooey frosting and ganache. Grabbing a big slice with his bare hand, Apollo lifted it to Simon’s waiting mouth. “Open wide, babe. You’ve earned this.” In between stuffing pieces of the sticky sweet cake into his boyfriend’s chubby mouth, Apollo also took breaks to make out with him, caressing his jiggling jowls and chins while licking the frosting off his lips between kisses. He relished in hearing Simon’s labored breathing up close and personal, feeling his panting breaths against his own mouth as their lips met. Apollo thought about how lucky he was to have met Simon, and how much luckier he was to have discovered his softer side, as he heard his flabby boyfriend moan softly, his hunger for more cake eclipsing his lust for more kisses.

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