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theoddest1 · 3 months

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Okay so this new episode that came out (Episode 4) was poorly handled.

TW /// SA

- No warning before the show starts...why? And even if there is no way for Viv to add one, for some stupid ass reason, why didn't she announce to the fandom properly "Hey, this will have very deep topics and imagery that may not be suitable for all audiences."? Why have arguments on threads and fail to do this very easy thing. At least if the episode came out, people would get a heads up, and the word would spread faster PLUS people would see that you at least TRIED

- The episode opens up with a scene of CNC porno played for laughs in an episode that tackles SA. Complete tonal whiplash. Why did it have to open up with Angel showing everyone a porno? It serves no purpose other than to get a cheap laugh (that never came) out of me or anyone else who watches and because of the topic of the episode revolved around it. I'msure that if the episode WASN'T ABOUT SA, that joke would not have been there....but it is. There was legit no good reason to start this fiasco off with such a tone deaf opening.

- Charlie is actually fucking useless and a burden in this episode, serving no other purpose other than being the gateway to further the issues that befall Angel when "trying" to help. This all screams forced. Worse of all, Charlie does nothing to actually HELP Angel out of this, even though he has a clear black eye thanks to it all and literal mirrors breaking as a result of the abuse. We never see an actual development between the two thanks to her foolishness and garbage writing, and it's resolved easily as if this is some early Disney cartoon season that's on a strict deadline. Regardless of whether she apologized or not, she essentially caused the issue and did NOTHING to actually clean her mess. The goddamn B A R T E N D E R had to be used to salvage the pieces. So far, Charlie, as a character, is utterly pathetic and has been a burden to the cast twice so far. Vaggie, who tried to prove herself (moreso Vaggie's fault for going the extra mile for no reason but an obstacle nonetheless), also had an issue that involved Charlie's utter lack of a backbone. Hey, what was it that Charlie said in the pilot that her dad taught her and one of the only thingsshe learned from him? "You don't take shit from other demons"

- Only one scene from the abuse shown was handled well, and it was when Charlie visited, screwed everything up, and Val asked Angel to come to his dressing room. Aside from that, the whole SA imagery is jarring. While this time, the fast pace of it all is not bad, the quick shift into it all with Angel switching from enjoying to hating, to smiling, to frowning, ALONG with the quick pace of it all with the PRIOR KNOWLEDGE SHOWN and the SONG PLAYING, I am getting mixed messages here. Imagery? Shows Angel getting assaulted multiple times with either a forced smile or for some reason ENJOYING sex with Val and the role play situations showcased, is he INTO his abuse? Lyrics? He seems to find arousal in Val controlling him. The song legit reads as follows

"Addicted to this feeling, I can't help but swallow"

This doesn't read like he is "forced" it reads like he is yearning the toxic relationship. Now if this was one of the main issues with the abusive relationship, where it was a codependency built on romanticising the abuser and Angel learning to break free from that horrible view of someone who never loved him and actively harms him, this lyric would make a lot of sense....but that's not what we are shown at all. From the jump, we are shown that Angel HATES being with Val, to the point of him straight up avoiding his texts and voice messages, they actually do an okay job (despite the shoddy voice work) on showcasing how manipulative Val is and his outright explosive temper through this scene in episode 2. We see that Angel does NOT wanna have association with Val, is tired of it all, and even got drunk to down his sorrows. Yet these lyrics present it all as though it's just a very rocky love life like those songs you hear on the radio with the singer lamenting about how awful their relationship was but still miss their toxic boo-boo. It just...doesn't read like an SA song and could mean anything regarding the type of abuse he is facing. It's kinda vague in hindsight. That's MY take on the lyrics, though.

- Husk's song is a trash fire. He sees Angel is down in the dumps and proceeds to talk shit about him pretty much relaying his sorrows, saying it's okay to feed into your vices, and downplaying the actual situation at hand. So let's get this straight.

Angel- A sexual abuse victim forced into sex slavery to appease all sorts of people's sexual desires whether he likes it or not, including pleasuring his pimp who physically abuses him often all cause he sold his soul

Husk- Gambled his life away and lost his title as overlord, serves under Alastor all cause he sold his soul.

How is this even...the same at all? Even if Husk is lacking some context, he SEES that Angel normalized drinking roofied drinks and works for Val SOMEONE HUSK SHOULD KNOW ABOUT AND WHAT HE DOES but nah, screw Angel. Even if he honest to God (irony) wanted to actually help, why tf would Husk think this was sound advice? Why does Husk just SUDDENLY care? No build up, no memorable dynamic, no nothing. Realistically, CHARLIE should be the one singing with Angel or maybe Vaggie because she heard the story from Charlie. Not Husk. He is self aware enough where he knows this "advice" wouldn't work but nah. Nothing about the song makes sense. Telling someone going through it that "you're a loser" pretty much a no one, an insignificant individual, when VAL has made it clear that Angel would be nothing without him...yeah no the only reason why this whole song "worked" was cause the writers wanted it to, so Angel is happy with being a loser for being a victim of SA and selling his soul to someone who abuses him in various ways consistently.

This episode is terrible

Jarring for any newcomers

Who have no idea who these characters are

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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FFTB | CH 1: Opening Gambit (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Your game of poker is cut short by the arrival of the League of Villains. Why does shit always hit the fan when you're around to witness it? Gambling was how you paid the bills but tonight's score got you more than you bargained for. Contains: Swearing, Gambling, Canon-Typical Violence, Power Fantasy Elements, A Series Of Very Unfortunate Events, Smoking

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It’s a good thing all the people at the poker table were villains – now you didn’t have to feel bad about scamming them out of all of their cash. Hard-earned or ill-gotten – you didn’t care. Money was money.

You stared at the cards face down on the table in front of you. A winning hand – you didn’t need your Quirk to know that. Tonight had been a fortunate night at the gambling hall. Well, for you at least. The same couldn’t be said for the poor sods that had unwittingly joined your table. Several villains sneered back at you, seething at the absolute garbage cards they had been dealt tonight. In more than just the literal sense – though you kept that amusing little fact to yourself. It must have been hard for those big, burly types – being utterly humiliated by a perfectly normal-looking young woman. Your soft features were definitely an asset when running casino scams. Even more so in illegal gambling halls like this one.

Everyone always underestimates a pretty girl in a tight dress.

“Tough luck, boys,” you declared, showing your cards: a simple three of a kind. It wasn’t the most impressive hand of the night, but it was enough to win the round. Again.

Such a terrible stroke of luck your opponents were experiencing. The poor fuckers had no idea your Quirk was to blame for them whiffing so hard they’d never financially recover. The perks of having an invisible ability – though, you still decided to make yourself scarce soon. It wouldn’t be much longer before the staff picked up on your little scheme. One more hand, you told yourself as the dealer slid your winnings towards you. A hefty pile of chips landed in front of you – you smiled sweetly at the gruff-looking fellow across the table who shot up from his stool with a huff. The chair clattered to the floor, causing several attendees to turn their heads. Having just lost the last of his wager to you, he was not in the best of moods.

“Hope you enjoy the cash, you gold-digging bitch!”

“Oh, I will~! I’m going to buy myself something cute and useless later. Just to piss you off.” You twirled your fingers playfully as he stomped off in a rage, watching him slink back to whatever hole he had crawled out of with a smile on your face. On his way out, the man passed a group of individuals making their way into the gambling hall – his anger vanished, replaced by icy-cold fear and horror. Recognizing their leader, the brute scrambled to get out of their way and rushed outside with his tail tucked between his legs. Several heads turned to look at the new arrivals, a chorus of whispers breaking out around you. Shit. There, illuminated by the neon glow emanating from the slot machines, was the League of Villains.

You reached out to the dealer – stopping him from giving you another hand. “On second thought, boss,” you said, offering a practiced and polite smile. “I’ve pushed my luck enough tonight. I’d like to cash out.”

“Whatsamatta, girlie?” one of the other players remarked, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips. “Scared of the big bad villains?” He barked out a laugh then took a drag from his cigar. The players at the table all chuckled at the man’s quip – but the relief on their faces at hearing you were leaving more than made up for their disrespect.

“Oh yes, terribly so,” you lied. “Good girls like me should be careful not to get caught up with bad folk, right?” Sugar coated your tongue as you spoke, playing up your performative innocence. Some of them fell for the charade, others knew you were full of shit. It didn’t matter – you just wanted to get out of there. If the League was here, you needed to be elsewhere. Getting on their bad side was not part of your schedule tonight.

“Next time I’m taking your money, sweet thing. If you’re lookin’ for a more permanent income though, I’m sure you’ve got something to sell to a gentleman like me.”

Disgusting old men and their perverted little fantasies. You ignored their laughter and whistles, swiftly making your way to the cash-out point to collect your winnings. Which – of course – happened to be right past the city’s most notorious group of trouble-makers. Why did they have to block your exit, standing around like a bunch of assholes? No big deal. Eyes forward – chin up. You straightened your back and smoothed out the creases in your dress. Walk like you own the place – that’s what you always did when you got nervous. It had never failed you before.

“Um – ‘scuse me,” you pardoned, squeezing past one of their members.

You had chosen the cosplayer as your target – a reptilian hybrid. Those guys were always dazzled by a pretty girl. His eyes flickered to yours and he opened his mouth to say something, a sneer most likely, but your woman-on-a-mission attitude kept him from speaking. That, or the fact he had noticed your attire. Rule number one of being a lady villain: wear something distractingly hot – it just might save your life. The reptilian man turned his head to follow your stride, elbowing one of his friends to gawk at you together. You could feel their eyes on you as you made your escape – breathing a sigh of relief as you saw your destination emerge within view.

Men were fucking stupid and so easily distracted.

Not the biggest score you’d gotten from gambling but certainly enough to pay rent for a while. Maybe even splurge a little on some fun stuff. You glanced at the bills in the envelope, leafing through them quickly to make a mental note of how much you had to work with.

The clerk rolled his eyes – he’d counted the cash himself after all. “Look, lady, it’s all there –”

“I believe you,” you cut in. “Just checking.” If anyone was ripping people off in this joint, it was you – but it was cute that he thought you were worried about being deceived. If anything, him making a mistake would probably lead to you getting more than you bargained for. Not less. "Thank y–"

A rumble shook the ground as a loud crash echoed throughout the casino. You glanced up at the ceiling, watching debris and dust fall down – cracks appearing on the surface of the concrete slab holding up the roof. Screams of panic erupted down the hall and a group of villains came running, followed by what seemed to be armed police forces.

A handful of Heroes emerged from the dust cloud to flank the officers and reality finally hit you: this was a goddamn raid.

The chaos was immediate. You didn’t think, just moved as you ducked into the aisles, pushing your way past heroes and villains alike. Dust and smoke obscured your vision as you ran – a difficult task in a cocktail dress and heels – but you didn’t have time to worry about that. Your Quirk alone wouldn’t save your life, but it would protect you at least a little bit. Luck would guide you.

A searing hot flash of blue flame just barely skirted by your head, toasting the hero that was mere inches away from catching up to you. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony as the flames swallowed him whole – leaving nothing but a smoking pile of ash behind. Holy shit, that was close. How long had he been chasing you? You skid across the carpet and pressed yourself up against a toppled-over pool table, eyes snapping toward the source of the fire. The League. They’d set up a defense near the back rooms and one of their members was hurling flames in your direction. As much as you wanted to avoid getting tangled up with them, they had the most advantageous position right now. Not to mention the back rooms had an exit. Anyone wanting to make a quick escape would have to breach the League’s makeshift barricade. Once again, they stood between you and your way out. Only this time, it was matter of life and death – or rather: a lifetime of imprisonment in Tartarus.

Several heroes prepared to make their advance on the barricade, further complicating your situation. You had to take care of those schmucks first. While you most definitely couldn’t go toe-to-toe with power types, these fellas looked like wet rags compared to the thugs you dealt with on a daily basis. Feeling confident, you grabbed a pool cue from the ground and picked up the 8-ball from among the debris. You tossed it in your hand – seeing the tell-tale glow of your Luck Quirk swirl around the sphere. People said this thing represented both sides of luck, the good and the bad—time to find out if it could compete with your own brand of misfortune.

You whistled, loudly, and stood up from your hiding place – the heroes snapped their heads back, just in time for one of them to get hit square in the face with the 8-ball. Nice. You smirked. Seemed like your throwing arm was still in working order. A lot of things happened at once then. You dashed forwards, using the pool cue as an improvised weapon to mow your way through the heroes and police. They struggled to keep track of you – your Lucky 8-ball causing several of their ranks to trip and fall in the world’s most hilarious domino effect. It was a genuine train wreck. The few who managed to avoid your trap were met with the suffocating embrace of your thighs around their neck. Using your hands to support yourself as you came down, you flipped them onto the ground. Knocked out. The pool cue shattered when you slammed it on a riot shield – but the resulting splinters slid in between the agent’s visor, temporarily blinding him. He staggered back, bumping into the rest of his squad. They were forced to focus on catching him – allowing you a brief window to vault across the League’s barricade.

As you landed on the other side, you noticed a few things. Number one: no one was here. The League had gone and fled while you were distracting their attackers. And number two: there was a huge fucking fire blocking the fire escape. Oh, the irony. You ran towards it – catching a glimpse of a dark-haired man on the other side of the door. His eyes met yours as he smirked back at you – the blue flames blazing on the palm of his hand igniting the space between you even more intensely. The fire roared, casting an eerie glow on your features and illuminating the bastard responsible for your misfortune. Your eyes narrowed at the man. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Skin burned to hell – metallic staples being the only thing that kept his healthy skin together. Dabi. You’d seen him on the news. A real nasty piece of work if the media was to be believed. While you wouldn’t call him ugly – you would, however, call him a massive bitch for cutting off your escape route.

“Motherfucker!” you cursed. “I’m on your side!”

“See, that’s a real shame,” Dabi said, shrugging. He didn’t seem all that upset about leaving you behind though, grinning like this was the funniest thing he’d seen all week. “Boss says we shouldn’t take any chances.”

No fucking way. They were seriously gonna leave your ass here, weren’t they? After all, you did get the heroes off their backs. Guess the rumors about the League of Villains were true after all. They looked out for themselves but walked all over everyone else. Fucking bastards.

“I covered your asses – !” You glanced back – hearing a commotion mounting behind you. The police were breaking through the barricade. Time’s up – if you stayed any longer, you were well on your way to a high-security cell in Tartarus. Your glare must have been fierce because, for a brief moment, the villain almost seemed to doubt his actions. You had spunk. Guts. But wasn’t enough – not for Dabi.

“And we’re real grateful pretty girl, we are – don’t take it personally, okay?” With that, he slammed the door in your face – blue flames engulfing the rest of the space. You tried stepping forward anyway but the sheer heat of the fire singed your arm as soon as you did. The intensity of it was enough to make you break a sweat. A Quirk this strong was truly no joke, huh? There was no way through. You were stuck.

Fuck! What a bunch of horseshit. You didn’t fucking deserve this.

“Put your hands where I can see them!”

Right. The cops. Almost forgot about those. You raised your hands into the air, slowly turning to face your future wardens. Red dots emerged on your chest and forehead as several laser sights trained themselves on your form. You glanced around – hoping your Quirk would highlight anything you could use – but nothing popped up. Had your Luck finally run out after all this time? All because of the fucking League of Villains. What a shame. You liked dressing up. Prison jumpsuits really wouldn’t look all that flattering on you.

“Game over, MissFortune – you’ve got nowhere left to run.” One of the agents stepped forward – keeping his gun trained on your body. You rolled your eyes at your villain moniker being used. “Unless you wanna take nosedive out the window, you’re coming with us.”

Now there’s an idea. You smiled. The nozzle of the gun raised upwards as you gave it a swift kick with your leg. It misfired and rained bullets into the sky, creating just enough confusion for you to make your escape. You threw yourself against the window panes. Arms crossed, legs forward and hoping for the best. The glass shattered as you went through. “That wasn’t a suggestion!” you heard in the distance as you entered freefall.

Too bad. It just wasn’t their lucky day, was it?

The wind whipped past your ears for mere seconds before you slammed down on something hard and metallic. It knocked the air from your lungs but you were otherwise unharmed. Not bad for a two-story drop. You swerved as whatever you had landed on jerked into motion. A car? You sat up, clinging to the edge of the vehicle. Yeah. Looks like you landed on a white, unmarked van. One that was currently speeding away from the gambling hall. Lucky.

Sirens roared to life behind you as several police cruisers began their pursuit. Unlucky. Your Quirk giveth and it taketh away. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on the nature of your abilities. A mop of white hair emerged from the passenger seat window and you froze as you found yourself face-to-face with Tomura Shigaraki himself. He climbed on top of the roof, staring you down from behind his hand mask.

“You?!” he hissed in recognition. “Whatever just get out of my way –”

Yup. Okay. You weren’t gonna argue with the guy who could end your life with a single hand. He made his way to the back of the van and opened the back doors – an immediate gust of blue flames greeted the police cruisers giving chase. Dabi was in the back, you realized. Somehow – you had landed directly on the League’s getaway vehicle. You’d wonder about the odds but that was futile at this point. Maybe after this, you’d be able to get even with the bastard who left you behind.

Your thoughts were cut short as the vehicle slipped – skidding across the asphalt at a diagonal. What the fuck was the driver doing? Your eyes widened as you noticed a slope on the side of the road coming closer – if he didn’t do something soon, you’d all end up in the river.

“For fuck’s sake, Spinner!” you heard Dabi’s voice call. “Keep your hands on the goddamn wheel –”

It was too late – a tire popped in the back, sending the van spinning out of control. You held on for dear life, subconsciously grabbing Shigaraki’s coat to pull him down with you. The van caught the guard rail and just blew through it – flying toward the water. The League of Villains, and one silly little girl, were headed directly to the bottom of the river.

Only – that didn’t happen. You closed your eyes and when you opened them again – you were in a house? A swirling shadow that you hadn’t noticed before surrounded everyone – then dissipated just as quickly, vanishing in the direction of someone in the corner of the room you didn’t recognize. The members of the League all let out a sigh, some doubling over on their knees to catch their breaths – others simply venting their frustration. Then all eyes fell on you.

“Hello~!” you chimed with a nervous laugh, twirling your fingers in a little wave.

“What the fuck just happened?” Dabi asked, fixing you with an ice-cold stare. “And why do I think you had something to do with it?”

“Look –” you raised your hands in defense. “I’m really sorry – but if you fuckers hadn’t left me to die, I wouldn’t have jumped out of the window. And if I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have been on the roof of your van, okay?”

Shigaraki’s nails dug into his neck, scratching the skin raw. He groaned in annoyance and seemed to be deep in thought. “We lost our getaway car –” he lamented. “Who’s gonna pay for that?”

Score! You had a way out of this mess.

“I won big at the tables,” you said, digging into the hem of your dress in search of the envelope. “I mean, sure, this is my goddamn rent – but if it gets you off my ba–” Where is it. Where the fuck is it? You stuck your hand into your bra – unbothered by the eyes fixated on your shameless display. There was no envelope. Not in your left cup – or your right. “I uh – lost my rent. In the raid. Thanks for that, by the way.”

That was your bargaining chip. Which meant – whatever they wanted from you – you would have to pay up. Shigaraki gave you a long look – circling you like a vulture. His red eyes honed in on you like he was inspecting the goods. You bit your tongue. Every member of the League was fixated on you – assessing your worth. You tried pushing their reputation to the back of your mind. Shigaraki in particular was notorious for being ruthless – but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be intimidated by some guy with a skin condition. Fuck that. Moisturize before you threaten me. He circled around and came to a stop in front of you, having seemingly reached a consensus.

“Your Quirk,” Shigaraki started. “What is it? We saw you in there – that train wreck you caused wasn’t natural. How’d you do it?”

“I’m Lucky…” Their blank faces spoke volumes. “Shut up – I know it doesn’t seem like it.” You rubbed the back of your head, struggling to think of a way to explain your abilities. “I suck the luck out of my surroundings? Bad things happen wherever I go, but never to me – though I think today was a bit of an exception.”

‘Could be useful…” Shigaraki mused aloud, resting his teeth on the tip of his thumb. No way. He wasn’t actually considering this, was he? You were about to call him crazy when someone else beat you to the punch.

“You can’t be serious,” Dabi let out, crossing his arms. “Did you see the carnage she caused in there – who’s to say that won’t turn against us? She’s a loose canon.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of hotshot over here, but he’s right,” you cut in. “My Quirk is selfish. I work alone because other people tend to get caught in the crossfire. You don’t want this – trust me.”

“You’ll have to repay us somehow.” Shigaraki approached you, fingers outstretched with his palm wide open. You instinctively scooted back. Okay, so maybe he was just a little bit scary. His hand stopped, hovering a few inches from your face. “And considering you don’t have the money to reimburse the van, this is my offer: your service to the League – or your life. Your choice, Lucky.”

Fuck the League of Villains – but you weren’t dying tonight. “Fine. I’ll join your stupid little club.”

A/N: It's here. Finally. This took so long to write, so I truly hope you all enjoy the ride. To kick things off, we have a lot of setup in this chapter. I do apologize for that. Not all of them will be this long, I promise. I'm not going to make you guys wait too long for the rest, I just need to edit the chapters as they come out. I'm not quite done writing just yet, but I literally couldn't wait any longer to start posting.

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lookwhatyoumademedohaha · 2 years

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Alright since I'm fucking heartbroken and exhausted about what they did to Byler and to us, my hurt brain came up with a few ideas you all are free to turn to fics and fix everything.

Five Hargreeves meeting Will Byers. Both of them being sassy little shits. Five taking an immediate liking to Will and has big 'I've had Will Byers for one day but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself' energy. Both of them becoming good friends who go on road trips singing out loudly visiting all the roadside attractions and visit art galleries with big smiles and loud laughs. They get kicked out of some places for being too chaotic and Five being lippy but they are having the time of their lives.

Will making senior citizen jokes about Five. Five rolling his eyes affectionately every time Will mentions he's got a serious coffee addiction and Will having to listen to Five talk about why coffee is the best. So many inside jokes and teasing each other. Five being a maniac and Will being sweet and everyone wonders how they are friends.

Five and Will bonding over their trauma which brings them closer together. Five and Will understanding each other on a deeper level because they know how it feels to be different, grief and loneliness.

Five and Will comforting each other when they have nightmares.

Five appreciating Will every single day. Will letting Five know that he's not alone and that he's not insignificant. Will coming out to Five who is truly happy for him. Though he is cool with it, it really means a lot to him that Will decided to trust him. Five doesn't want to make a big deal out of it but it's Will who has spent his whole life feeling like a second choice, a mistake, worthless so Five plans something to celebrate to show Will that he is loved.

Will and Five drunk dancing together. Five being proud of Will whenever he does anything from finishing a painting to standing up for himself.

Five getting mad at vending machines and Will laughs in amusement at first but then goes to help him out as they both have their snacks together.

Five being protective of Will especially when Mike comes around because if this gibber idiot can't see how special Will is, then he doesn't deserve him. Five ready to throw hands when Mike says something stupid to Will, fuming and mad because no one gets away with treating Will like he's worthless and Will has to physically stop Five from fighting Mike with an axe.

"Will, I'm about to beat this bitch up for treating you like garbage." "FIVE PUT THE AXE DOWN!" "Why does your crazy friend have an axe?" "OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, MIKE WHEELER! MY FRIEND IS FUCKING CRAZY AND HE WILL KILL YOU!" "Thanks Will. Make your peace with God Mike -" "Not today, Five. Maybe later." "Fine. But if you're am asshole to Will one more time and I don't care what Will says, I will kill you myself. Do not test me."

Will standing up for Five telling the Hargreeves that they should appreciate Five more because he literally saved them all. Five enjoys this but is surprised and moved. Basically now all the Hargreeves siblings have adopted Will and Five has to fight to get to spend time with his friend.

Five and Will getting into all these adventures. Will possessing Joyce's crazy fierce spirit and Five's absolute badassery make them a dynamic duo to be reckoned with. At the end of the day, they look out for each other and when they get wounded, they take care of each other.

Will and Five bickering like an old married couple. Will is stubborn and so is Five. Both of them have arguments which don't last for long because dammit Will, Five doesn't want to see him sad and Will might be right and dammit Five, you might be right too. Both of them are back together in a matter of minutes and find a way together.

Five isn't really into physical affection but Will is into physical affection. They hold hands, hug each other, ruffle each others hair, hold each other when they are crying or had a nightmare and even random cheek or forehead kisses.

Five: Will, you're a genius! I've got to go! Will: Aren't you forgetting something? Five:.... Um (Kisses Will on the forehead) Will: NO! Pay the bill! Damn, who raised you?

Will and Five calling each other nicknames but also just little things like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' just slips out. They'd be speaking with each other and just call each other those nicknames so naturally and normally that they don't see others smirking or raising eyebrows. (Especially Mike who is confused and jealous of this awesome dynamic)

Five and Will getting drunk together. Five's 'fuck it' attitude has rubbed on Will who doesn't care. When both of them get drunk, chaos ensued and they have a wonderful time together.

Five and Will wanting each other to be happy because they have been hurt and miserable for too long and they both deserve happiness and relaxation and friendship. This means Five and Will trick and treating together. Five dressing up as himself out of retirement to annoy Will who put thought into his costume. But Five has a backup costume which he actually put thought to and they have a good time.

Basically Will and Five being platonic chaotic besties that they both deserve and maybe even more as time goes on. This is how I see them

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RWBY V9 SPOILERS AND TRIGGER WARNING : SU!C!DE

I’ve been thinking about Episode 9 all day and trying to collect my thoughts. I try not to post RWDE content so much because I genuinely want to forget about the show and move on from something I once enjoyed.

But holy shit. Holy fricking shit. I’m just… flabbergasted?? I thought RWBY was regaining some ground after Episode 8, but this newest installment just went straight into the ground.

From Jaune having to apologize and calling himself “selfish” for trying to save an entire village from killing themselves, to Weiss saying “everyone makes mistakes” after purposely destroying an entire continent, from the gang smiling and laughing and comforting Jaune after Ruby KILLED HERSELF last episode, from them saying “it’s what Ruby wanted, she’ll come back better! The tree is a good thing”.

Like, WTF?! No, seriously, what. The. Fuck?? I get the Ever After’s way of death isn’t exactly “dying”, but Ruby drank the tea ON PURPOSE with the goal to “reset”: to not be herself anymore. She was hurt, depressed, and needed HELP, but instead she got beaten by her enemies and illusions of her friends AT HER LOWEST POINT that they drove her to literally commit suicide on screen.

While Yang just watched.

And come this episode, it’s framed as a good thing. As a CHOICE Ruby made that no one could prevent, that she’ll return “better”, but she won’t be herself. Ruby Rose is dead, and the girls are totally cool with that. So let’s have some White Knight and Bumblebee moments instead!!

I am at a lost for words. This shit is not cool. Suicide is NEVER the right answer and it should not be framed as such. I seriously don’t think this was the crew’s intentions, but that is what we got.

I thought Volume 8 was the worst, but this just took the cake as pure garbage. Seriously, these writers need to RESEARCH and put more care into their craft. I used to love this show and I want to believe it can get better, but there is no way up from here. Wtf.

#rwde

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the-vagabond-angel · 9 months

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Characters that are so soso me coded!!!

Tagged by: @pinkestpigglet and @nightcolorz

Armand (The Vampire Chronicles): do I really have to explain this, I can go into major heavy detail about how I am literally Armand, I MIGHT JUST MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT IT IF I FEEL SO INCLINED (I THINK I WILL)

Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles): I’m a little bit of a slut I won’t even lie and I death sleep after every single inconvenience, I will see an emo man with the world’s most depressing demeanor and lose my shit and froth at the mouth and need to make him mine

Ghostface (Scream Franchise): I am just a silly fella who enjoys horror movies! Seriously I could talk for hours about slashers and all that, my boo boo bears my whittle itty bitty guys (they r grown men)

Snake (Powerpuff Girls): I have big ass gap in my two front teeth that make me hiss on my S’s (just like him!!!!) also he’s a little bit of a dumbass and so am I lmao

Mikey (TMNT 2003 and 2012): I AM SUCH A SILLY GUY I have ADHD and I’m funny and I’m always trying to give things goofy nicknames, I make everyone laugh!!!!!! He was most definitely my earliest “that’s so me” character if not my first (I was 7 when the 2012 show came out and had yet to be on the internet yet lmao)

Leo (TMNT 2018): BEFORE I WAS ARMAND, I was Leo and that’s because of tmnt Leo!!!! He’s so silly and charismatic but also secretly very afraid of failure and wants to do good!!!!! Twin!!!!!!

Taggiiiiing!!:

@you-get-me-closer-to-god

@shit-garbage

And whoever else wants to do this :P!!

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Seeing Stars (Repost)

Tags: Fart Torture, Face Farting, Anal Vore, Talk about force feeding scat

“Thank you for joining us. Tonight, we bring you breaking news of a current manhunt that is ongoing. I have Officer Kennedy here with me to give us more details.”

“That’s right Tom. Our suspect's name is Kansas David. He’s an African American male, six foot three inches. Currently he has short black hair. He escaped our custody about two hours ago. He was on foot, however, Kansas has a history of evading the authorities. We are alerting you of this man as he is to be regarded as especially dangerous.”

PFFFFFBRBRBRTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Hey look, I'm on TV.” The man sitting on your face says jokingly as he farts up your nose. You scream and punch at his ass, but he seems to be ignoring you. The way he gyrates his hips makes you feel like he is enjoying your struggling.

You don’t even know how he got into your home. One minute you were watching TV and the next you were on the floor. He quickly sat down on your face and made sure you suffered under his sweaty unwashed ass. It reeked, and you could quickly tell this man hadn’t showered in days.

“Another detail to look for is that he has stars going up the right side of his rear.”

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTT

“It’s because I’m a star.” Kansas says as he releases another ungodly fart. You’re forced to inhale the nasty fumes from the position he has you looked in.

“We are telling you about this because he has a tendency of breaking and entering. We want to warn everyone that his ass is deadly. I repeat if you can help it do not go near his ass. If you see this man, please run the other direction and call the police. We’ve already lost four people in this city and more in the United States.”

“Thank you, Officer. Like he said, please call 9-1-1 if there are any sightings of this man.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRRRRFFRRRTTTTTT

“You will literally be seeing stars.” Kansas laughs as he grinds hard down onto your nose. “You hear that bitch, you’re going to die under my ass.” You start screaming and kicking harder, attempting to get away from his gigantic ass. This only makes him laugh harder, and it’s getting harder to breathe under him.

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFTTTTTBBRRRTTTTTTTTT

Rotten garbage gets shot up your unfiltered nose. Your throat is going hoarse from all the yelling for help. You’re about to scream again when Kansas moves his ass just enough to shoot a fart down your throat.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTPFFFFTTTTTT

You start coughing hard. The fart lingers in your mouth and your head is spinning. “Once I’m done with your ass, I’m gonna make sure your wife gets the good ole Kansas treatment.” He makes an emphasis by shaking his ass back and forth on your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFTTTT

Your hot, burning up, you know you’re sweating like a pig. And all your nose hairs feel like they're on fire. There’s no way this man should have this much gas, and not this disgusting.

PFFFFFBRBBR PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

PFFFFFFBRBRBBRFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFTTTT

PBRBRBRBRBBRRBBRTTTTTTTT

You feel yourself starting to drift away. Is difficult to get a coherent thought. The only thing that keeps coming to mind is that this is how you’re going to die. You’re going to die under some man’s dirty unwashed ass.

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

“You’re gonna make a nice shit later. Think maybe I’ll make your wife eat it.” With that a loud slurping noise starts to come from the ass. You don’t get to ponder it too much as his ass starts to suck you in. The farts and his musk were nothing compared to the smell of the inside of his ass.

You feel yourself get swallowed further and further and put up a pitiful fight. You kick and punch, but you don’t have any energy. There is loud moaning and then you hear a loud screeching coming from someone else. Immediately you recognize it as your wife and that puts the life back in you.

You try pushing yourself out and you feel successful. “Hold on honey, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Kansas says to your wife before pushing down onto you. Any movement you previously made is quickly lost as he starts pushing you in twice as fast. “I’m making you dinner, just need a moment.” Kansas says as he rubs his gut that is quickly being filled with you. “I hope you like your husband.”

He manages to squeeze your feet in and you feel a fart blow past you. You scream and kick in his gut but it’s no use. You already start to feel yourself melting away. Quickly, your oxygen gets sucked away. Not before you can feel him walk up to your wife and trap her under his ass that you’re making fatter.

“Your husband feels sooo good inside of me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy him once he comes out.”

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Taglist: @oleander-nin @itsyagurlchip @purple-flagz

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Mic Testing - Chapter Three: A Little Outing

It was all the same, every week, nothing really ever changed.

Every day, you go perform from seven am to six pm, then you go home. And it repeats unless you have a meeting or give yourself a break. The pattern is comforting in a way, you don't have to worry about surprises. But now you had an interview from a radio station to get ready for.

You wait at the bus station, sitting and scrolling through your phone. There are few other people there as well. It wasn't common you used this form of public transportation, everything you needed was within walking distance. But you figured it wouldn't hurt to get something nice to wear to the interview. You didn't have much nice clothing and you were hoping a good impression would get this to happen more often.

The bus arrived shortly as everyone fell in line to get on. The doors opened, a few people exited the vehicle, and then everyone at the bus station started to pile in. You followed suit and managed to snab an empty seat by the window, no one in the seat next to you. That was until someone in a purple hoodie sat next to you. Out of the corner of your eye you tried to get a better look at them. Unfortunately their face was covered by a black face mask and sunglasses, along with the purple hood.

You shrugged, people were odd, and you've seen weirder. You slunk back in your seat as you went back to scrolling on your phone. All you had to do was waste time until your stop, not too difficult. You had some reading to catch up on from some of your favorite fanfics. So that's what you did for the next few minutes. You had to stop yourself from getting overly excited at certain parts as you were in public. But when the bus stopped at your destination you stood up, slipping your phone in your pocket.

"Excuse me," you politely smiled at the purple hooded figure as you slipped out. You got off the bus and started your trek to the clothing store you intended to visit. Your brain did linger some of the information you read on the ride, but was quickly distracted by the establishment of your intended visit being within eyesight. You hummed happily as you lightly jogged to the shop.

You pushed open the door, hearing the little bell jingle, and stepped inside. Letting the door shut behind you, you start browsing. You heard the bell again over the soft pop music that filled the store. You let your hands run over the different textures, pulling a few things you took notice of. Colors of all kinds filled the space, hanging on racks upon racks. You gleefully hummed along with the songs that filled the soft atmosphere of the small shop.

You brought your findings to the changing rooms, a bit nervous. You had to make a good first impression, your career literally relied on it. The idea of sending pictures to your friend for advice. You entered a changing room and locked the door behind you. You pulled out your phone and shot your friend a quick text, asking to judge some outfits for an interview. They responded with a quick yes, telling you that you'd look stunning in even a garbage bag. You laughed as you placed your phone down on the bench, getting into the first option.

You tried on so many different outfits, laughing at the different comments your friend would make, and finally choosing a few to buy, one of them to wear to the interview. You brought the clothes that you wouldn't be purchasing to the bin that they would wash. That's probably why you also enjoyed this shop, they had a policy to wash clothes worn by anyone. Ignoring that little tidbit, you made your way to the register, purchasing the items. You made your way outside with the bag on your arm. You stuck your hands in your pocket and searched for your phone, only to realize it wasn't there.

You stopped and searched your pockets frantically, then the visions of your phone being placed on the bench in the changing room flooded in. You rush back into the store, muttering apologies as you hurry to the changing room. You open the door and sigh in relief seeing your beloved item laying in place. You grab it and wave goodbye to the employees as you once again exit the store.

You blush with embarrassment as you look at your phone. You recall turning it off when you put it down, but it was unlocked and on. It was probably just your imagination that you shut it off. Speaking of which, you did as you took a small stroll. The bus wouldn't show up for another hour, so you had time to kill. You did a bit of window shopping, just looking at items from outside and moving on.

But as you did so, thoughts filled your mind. Just simple information about different things. The chores you had yet to do, the work you had been procrastinating, and… a spider? You shook your head as you saw a fluffy looking white spider thing. It had a round body with little round legs, big black eyes looking at the passing pedestrians on the sidewalk. It was hiding in an alcove of a building as it anxiously tried to move. You looked around and hurried over to the small being.

"Hey there little buddy, having trouble getting home?" You crouched down and shielded the odd critter from the outside world. You should be scared as it was the size of a small mouse, but it was just so adorable and floofy. It looked up at you with it's adorably bold eyes as it skittered around. Your voice dropped to being soft.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's ok. I just want to help." You slowly brought your hands down to the ground, nudging it to climb in. "See, it's ok." It hesitantly skittered onto your hands, it's soft fur tickling your hands as it laid down. You carefully stood up slowly as to not frighten the spider creature. "There we go…"

It chirped happily in your hands as it stood up and started using you as a jungle gym. "Woah, hey there, you got comfortable fast. What are you?" The creature simply chirped as it nuzzled itself against your neck. Earning a light laugh from you. "Ok, where is your home little guy?" The creature went quiet as it sat on your shoulder. "Alrighty then… I'm guessing no home." You pondered for a bit and sighed. "And I guess I'm taking you with me then. You seem to be a yokai spider thingy, so I'm surprised you're up here." The spider creature stays quiet as you begin walking to the bus station.

"I'm gonna have to set up a little area in my room for you… Hold on, what do you even eat?" You pondered quite a bit as you finally made it to the bus station. And even then your mind was filled with thoughts about how to properly take care of your new friend. The station was pretty crowded so you shielded the creature out of view with your hand, petting it gently as it let out a soft purring sound. It was quite similar to a cat, and extremely soft to boot.

The bus arrived and the same process of entering the bus returned. You found a seat in the back of the vehicle and placed the spider yokai on your lap. Still giving it pets you gently whispered your next thoughts aloud. "What am I gonna call you?" You hummed as you picked through names, pet names, baby names, any really. You couldn't come up with anything at the moment so you shoved it away as an afterthought.

The ride back was noisy and cramped, but you made it to the station about a five minutes walk away from your apartment complex. You piled out, holding your shopping bag and new spider friend. You trudged to your apartment, the walk back a slight blur. You were just ready to recharge in the comfort of your room. Luckily life decided to be kind and you did just that.

You managed to make it to your room, throwing the bag on your bed. You look at the spider that fell asleep on your lap, now sleeping in your hand. Sighing you find a hand towel you considered pretty soft and place it on your desk. You carefully laid the sleeping critter on the hand towel before flopping on the bed.

Now all you had to do was explain to your roommate about the new pet and deal with the interview tomorrow. Easy, or at least you hoped optimistically. You also had to figure out what you would need for your new buddy. Did it have a gender? You didn't ponder on that for to long. It didn't really matter, finding out what it eats and a name is far more important.

Your phone buzzed and you took it out of your pocket. But you didn't look at it, instead deciding to toss it next to your shopping bag full of clothing. The rest of the day was spent figuring out a name for your new spider companion.

Wait, why was something so small on the surface instead in the Hidden City?

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #a cutie with a gun writes #yandere rottmnt

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sampirism · 9 months

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ok this has been in my drafts long enough lets set this bird free

FF16 critical, FF16 spoilers, obligatory "I didn't hate the game" disclaimer

I don't write often, especially critical writing, but I can't contain my feelings. Part 1 of ??? with this post focusing on Jill. any character related to my favorite summon deserves better (we stan shiva ... we live laugh love shiva... though ffx is still my fav design by far !! <3)

I can't tell if she falls flat and has little to no personality, or if she gets so little screen time and is largely overshadowed by other characters... but I'm having trouble coming up with words to describe her other than "polite"! We see real anger in her maybe twice? It's maybe not great if I can describe minor characters' personalities in more words.

Being enslaved and abused for 13 years, you'd think she would be. um. Less well-adjusted as she is? and I'm not saying that because I believe everyone processes trauma in the same way (they don't), but because when you actually go to the Iron Kingdom, she gives you a speech on how she "stopped feeling things" in order to process what she was forced to do. But we only see how her enslavement affected her once, really, and it's her rage in speaking to the leader of the Iron Kingdom or whoever he was. I felt like there was fundamentally no difference between the personalities of child!Jill and adult!Jill, when thirteen years of slavery and forced killing maybe seems like it would have an impact on someone.

At least she gets to kill her main abuser herself. At the rate her and Benedikta had been treated by the writing, I fully expected Clive to do it for her!

Ultimately, I feel any possible personality was thrown in the garbage because she is LOVE INTEREST. She is... sanitized. Jill is here to Support Clive. She must be NICE. She can wield a sword and magic (literally a Shiva dominant), but never as effectively as any of the males! We save this girl THREE. TIMES. Once, at the beginning, when we're there to kill her but oops we actually know her so we're going to grab her instead-- that's fine. Second, when somehow the world's Biggest Man sneaks up on her and has a knife to her throat? It seems cheap and I think we could have gotten to killing Kupka without throwing Jill into the Damsel in Distress role again.

When we're fighting Bahamut, Clive and Joshua turn into their respective Eikons... and what the fuck is Jill doing? Is she just standing there watching with Anabella? You're Shiva, girl, are you just enjoying the show? From a narrative standpoint, it's supposed to be about Clive and Joshua reuniting as brothers and doing their Steven Universe Fusion so fine okay whatever but it is hilarious to think she is just STANDING THERE. At least she expresses anger at Anabella and threatens her with a weapon. At least.

She does PROTECT Clive, twice, as Shiva. Once in the Iron Kingdom, to stop Lava from Lava-ing, and when she gets kidnapped for the Third Time, creating an ice wall to stop Odin from chasing Clive. It cuts to black and I'm not upset that she lost to Odin because he's megastrong ATP, but because this is now the third time we have to rescue this girl.

Bro. There's this one scene in the penultimate main quest chapter where enemies basically are dying in one swoop to each person, turning into aether, and I was so in tune to the way these characters were being written that I clocked this very easily. But Jill. JILL STOPS AN ENEMY WITH HER RAPIER, BUT IT NOTABLY DOESN'T DIE. IT FALLS DOWN BUT GETS BACK UP TO BE STABBED BY CLIVE A MINUTE LATER. JILL???

Despite being a Dominant of Shiva, I feel like we are just constantly reminded of how she is not as strong or powerful as the rest of the male cast. And inevitably, because this is the core gameplay mechanic, she gives up part of her power to empower Clive. I can sort of take solace in the fact that she wasn't fridged for it? But the whole scene where she gives it to him, I don't even know if either character completely understood why they felt he needed her Eikon???

I would perhaps be less irritated about this if Jill had any perceivable personality flaws, or if she was more visibly angry/upset at the literal god awful miserable world they live in. At least.... she didn't die! I GUESS

#video game word salad #this is SO LONG SORRY?

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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So sorry you have dual illnesses rn and I hope you feel better soon! What's your take on some of the fandom assuming that Emily outed Tara to the team? It seems like everyone except JJ already knew when Emily told her, leading me to think that we didn't see Tara telling the others.

Oh god, I have complained about this endlessly to my partner. YES, I understand that PERHAPS Tara told everyone else and JJ was simply the last to know.... BUT that still doesn't change the fact the viewers literally saw this...(we're going to look at this through a cishet lens because let's be honest, the show is mostly consumed by cishets who wouldn't understand queer nuances here.) 1) Emily sees Tara smiling at a woman and IMMEDEATLY 'clocks it'

Why I hate it: The fucking jokey line of 'Ohhh you two are SO a thing!' is just really annoying to me. CISHETS DO NOT DO THIS???? Like we all fucking laugh about 'they're just gals being pals!' Cishet people go out of their way to explain two women being close to each other, they don't INSTANTLY see two women just SMILING at each other and go 'Oh you're dating!?' "But Kit! It's because Emily is gay!" No. Emily is NOT canonically queer. As far as any of us know, Emily is canonically STRAIGHT, so this in itself was a type of forced-outing. This entire 'coming out' scene with Emily was unnecessary. Why did someone else have to 'clock it'??? Why couldn't they just have Tara say "Hey, Emily...if Rebecca is going to help us out, cards on the table. We're dating." << This makes the coming out part Tara's CHOICE. 2) "Oh we're so going to give you shit about this" - Emily

Why I hate it: It really read as "We're going to give you shit about DATING A WOMAN" and I fucking hateeeee it. They could have EASILY made the line more specific "Can't believe you've been dating and we didn't know!" Like??? Why do they need to make jokes about giving her shit???? Queer people get bullied and teased (and assaulted and murdered) just because they're queer. The whole "haha Tara's coming out is going to be a point of joking in the team!" is such garbage imo. It's really damaging in the implication that her dating a woman should be joked about AT ALL. I know people reading this will say "Oh, but the team always teases each other when they date people!" Sure, they tease STRAIGHT people about it. But the implications of teasing Tara (A BLACK QUEER WOMAN) AT ALL is completely unnecessary. 3) "Did you say...girlfriend?" - JJ

Why I hate it: YES I 100% felt like this was Emily just casually outing Tara. And I really hate how they used that as a 'punchline' moment. All the press releases talked about how JJ/Tara worked as the only two following up on ALL consults for a YEAR. That to me indicates out of any of the team who might have ALREADY know...it would be JJ???? "But Tara probably already told everyone else!" Okay, AGAIN... let's look at this through the lens of the main viewership (cishets).... they aren't going to get that nuance or come to that possibility. They're going to see this scene and be like "LOL this was a funny punchline!" or "Wow, outing people is a fun joke!" No, FUCK THAT. It would NOT have been that hard to INSTEAD, have Tara bring Rebecca into the round table room and preface it with 'This is Rebecca from the DOJ, who is also my girlfriend, but that's unimportant right now...." Personally, I think a lot of (queer) fans are desperately trying to look at Tara's coming out as a 'perfect' scene. But y'all do know that even if you enjoy a piece of media, even if you're hyped that Tara is canonically queer.... YOU CAN STILL REMAIN CRITICAL of how that was played out in canon!!!! I mean the very next episode they have Rebecca and Tara moving in together or the 'u-haul' stereotype. It is ESTABLISHED that Rebecca doesn't HAVE to move back to the city (if she stays with Tara in Virginia) so why not just have that?? Sure it's a commute, but she's going to have a commute either way???? If they had been dating longer than 'a couple of months' and were talking about moving in together, I'd probably be okay with that??? But I really felt like it was YET ANOTHER stereotype being played out and I just....I'm tired, y'all. I'm so tired of seeing most queer media play out in harmful stereotypes. I don't know why it's so impossible to just have queer characters who have regular, healthy, wholesome relationships?? (Probably because MOST showrunners/producers/writers are cishet and don't understand that these relationships exist....but that's a whole other rant post in itself) So, Anon.... I guess to answer your question: Yes, I feel like Emily outed Tara and I'm quite angry at how that's played out. (I haven't watched E3, but as far as I know....Tara never (on-camera) came out to anyone else???) >> [More Thoughts] [About Tara's] [Coming Out] << These are my opinions. You're allowed to have other points of view, but make your own post. Because I'm not here for discourse.

#anon #reply post #tara lewis #rebecca wilson #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #cm evolution #cm spoilers #cm meta #tebecca #tara lewis is queer #queerminal minds #cm commentary

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This is the Buddy for October 30th. It is literally a box with an afro.

One of the dumbest things that ever made me laugh was this one time when I was in the car wth my dad, behind a garbage truck waiting for the green light, and my dad said "Good, we get to smell the flowers". It wasn't a joke, not even a dad joke. It was barely a sarcastic comment. But I laughed, and even now, remembering the scene, I can't help but chuckle. I can't really explain it.

Another thing that makes me laugh even though it's not exactly funny is the Mimic monster from Dungeons & Dragons. It's just such a goofy idea, the monster pretending to be a chest while waiting for some hapless adventure to try and open it, so it can start pummeling him. It's a bit like that chest with legs from Discworld. So today's Buddy is like a Mimic, too, just a really dumb-looking box.

I'm not a D&D fan. Or rather, I'm not a fan of the game itself, neither the gameplay or the fantasy setting. But I do like parodies and comedic interpretations of it. I know that doesn't really make sense, but it's not like I'm going to stop reading something I enjoy because I'm not enjoying it 'the right way', nor will I keep doing something I dislike (playing the game itself) just so I'm allowed to enjoy the goofs.

It feels weird that high fantasy now exists more as a setting to be manipulated than as something people are interested in reading about. Most Isekai stories, for instance, aren't so much about the fantasy setting itself as they're about a videogame-mechanics universe where the setting happens to be high fantasy. Modern D&D feels a lot like a meta-commentary on classic fantasy stories, too, mostly because of the gameplay.

Even Game of Thrones, the biggest fantasy property in recent years, is basically a writer saying "alright, we've got dragons and knights and stuff, but, seriously the middle ages were like this".

If I was to write a D&D style fantasy story, it'd probably be about Mimics - like "Revenge of the Mimics", where they are the only monsters, so everyone's paranoid because everywhere they go, everything they see, might be a mimic in hiding. Can you imagine, a future where the Mimic is master of mankind?

#drawing #ab4es #mimic #dungeons and dragons #D&D #fantasy #high fantasy #parody #isekai #Discworld #Game of Thrones #Story idea #Mimics #Revenge of the Mimics

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i’m trying to be serious like genuinely but truly honestly this season felt so… it didn’t have the same spark it used to. characters went unused, people stopped having any depth, side characters are getting more and more disingenuous like i’m sick of it

and it’s not because i have to see will come out as gay, it’s not just because eddie munson was such a beloved character for the time he was on screen. it’s mostly because the characters that we do have, that we as an audience grew with, are at a standstill

steve is an all around fan favorite who keeps backtracking into nancy when he doesn’t need to. we don’t know a lot about steve. we know he was a jock, that his parents are never home, and that he wants a girlfriend so he can have a big family. his speech to nancy in the trailer wasn’t unnecessary, but steve already has his six kids. he’s got friends that love him for who he is, and i really wish they understood that. i wish they understood steve has quite literally built his family

and nancy, who i adore as a character, might be watered down to a housewife with a bunch of kids and that’s so fucking scary. she doesn’t deserve that. she doesn’t deserve to miss out on all her dreams just like her mother did. she doesn’t want that for herself. which is why i enjoy her and jonathan’s relationship more than her and steve’s. nancy had to put on this facade with steve to appeal to him, but with jon she’s unapologetic in this. he knows she’s smart and strong headed and not afraid of a fight. that being said i don’t think her relationship with him is perfect, but i can the the love they have for each other

and then we have the queer characters, robin, eddie and will…

robin is a great addition, but i wish her and vickie’s plot got more screen time. i had hoped vickie would be vecna’d or caught in the crossfire, SOMETHING, to get them closer together. instead we got robin pining after vickie only to be heartbroken when she has a boyfriend. they didn’t get enough time together for me to even care about vickie and i hope that changes

eddie was also a great addition to the cast. i thought he and uncle wayne were just amazing and there’s so much untouched depth there that got completely thrown into the garbage. it’s like the duffer brothers are afraid to give their characters more than one season with the main cast. of course eddie was going to die, we all knew it. but we all loved him anyway. he bounced off of everyone amazingly. he was funny and sweet and street smart where as they weren’t. his relationship with steve robin and nancy along with the kids was so delightful. he alone made them feel like kids again. even in the most serious situation he had dustin laughing and smiling. eddie was a hero because he stood up to his bullies, never gave up his interests no matter what the town said, and at the end of the day he had so many people look up to him. but now his name will never be cleared. he will never graduate. and uncle wayne will never say goodbye to his nephew

and then there’s will. he’s done nothing but be selfless and an angel to everyone, especially mike. the mike who was worried about will, fighting to find him, never giving up and going through literal hell to save him. to watch the painting scene just put the nail in the coffin. he’ll never have mike look at him the same way mike looks at el. and that’s ok. i just want him to find the confidence, to not be scared. i want this final upcoming season to be the one where will byers finds that he doesn’t need mike as much as he thought. i want him to expand on his art and his relationship with his brother. i want to see him and jonathon play a bigger role again

this season was… unfulfilling. i don’t feel queerbaited, i don’t feel cheated and i especially don’t feel like i deserved better. i got what i got. and i’ll take it. i just want the duffer brothers to stop taking the easy way out. stranger things is amazing, that’s for sure. but i want the hype to be worth it next time

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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 1 year

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Gotta confess that u talking about de xreader thing made me sad.

I know that each person do whatever they want, so u can hate self indulgent things if u want, and I can read those stuff if I want too, no one can stop both of us.

But there's some really nice stories/arts that people treats like //garbage// for being canonxreader, instead of canonxcanon or ocxcanon (acting like many those oc's weren't self inserts too??? but like "secret" self insert to not be judged). There's some genuine fun stuff, but every single work like these are just "cringe" to people, and people go far to the point of saying it directly to whoever is producing those things to shame them and their public (I literally saw authors turning off the anon option for this).

Some people (actually lots of people) who find comfort in those kind of fic (I mean, if u feel like trash everyday it's nice to daydream with the idea of being appreciatted by your fav character) gets ashamed for liking these things. So we hide it from close friends, just to get reminded by strangers online that we're ridiculous, so we have to keep hiding it from friends cause we don't want them to laugh at our comfort thing.

Like literally, isn't just romance in this "genre", there's some platonic things that I saw solitary people writing when in need of a friend, some fatherly character for people with dad issues. List goes on. Of course that romantic fics are the most famous one, but isn't like this doesn't happen in "normal" fic too!

The "isekai" anime genre isn't famous in Japan for nothing, it's literally escapism, real life people escaping from reality by projecting themselfs on characters.

ASMR channels with roleplay are famous for a reason! (like better sleep I know) It's many content with a story focused on YOU.

God, even simply roleplaying like in rpg it's having fun living another life.

It's more a vent message than enything else (I know that u hate romance in general, specially with your hc of aroace Wukong), but yeah, I think it's sad for me and other people when we're doing our thing in search for comfort, and then suddenly having a bunch of people laughing and shaming us in our own space.

I wasn't going to send u this, but I know that ur voice has actual power in this fandom, because it was after u creating this blog that Aroace Wukong got actually popular (even with many jttw fans already saying that he seems to be super uninterested in romance and sex before)

Sorry that this was so long. It's really a vent thing here.

Ok maybe it's because it's late that i don't understand if it's directed at me or not, but! You're right! everyone has their own opinion on things, and if someone likes canonxreader or anything similar (that is not proshipping), they are free to do so.

I, personally, do not like it, never liked much self inserts like reader or ocs in canon, but it's my personal opinion, you can always see me talk and enjoy my moots talk about their lmk oc that interact with canon.

On AO3 specifically, i always use the filter to avoid all the things i don't want (usually it's shadowpeach, x reader and Tripitaka x wukong), but i never complain since i can't expect people to stop doing something they like or find comfort in.

sometimes i do get stressed about it because it's really HARD to find something that isn't that, something even remotely similar to canon it's hard to find or something like sun wukong centric (or maybe it's me who sucks at finding it), but it's the heat of the moment, it's me who normally changes emotions by the smallest things, especially anger, but i have never wished that those things to get taken off. Yes it would be more comfortable for me, but not for others.

those people who complain about it just don't understand really, they are just self centric most of the time. (MOST of the time.)

i advice to everyone to just use the filter or scroll when something appears and you don't like it, please. It makes people's day easier.

just try to look less and less for an argument, really. When it's about THESE types of thing, that i wish people would ignore them more than anything, block even, that's a great option.

not mean to invalidate your vent with my talking and talking about myself! just wanted to explain why i said "what the fuck" to the sun wukong x reader !! since i think it's why you sent me this, or not. Again it's late and i have my period I'm kinda on the verge of going insane

But! You're completely right.

#I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS A BIG VOICE IN THE FANDOM??? DO PEOPLE OTHER THAN MY MOOTS AND WUKONG PFP KNOW ME???#HELP??#THIS IS NEW???#vent #<< not my vent!#and PLEASE be respectful of this person.

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Same bitch here. HARD agree. Even just having a lot of her inventions not work or fall apart, literally sidelining her with trash that often falls apart for gags? In seasons 1 & 2, Peridot is proven to be smart, calculated, and COMPETENT in the field. It feels *incredibly* abelist to have the autistic-coded character be reduced to a quirky personality and largely completely useless efforts that run gags more than anything. Her only real badass moment was poofing jasper, and it was an accident.

I don't see how the same person we saw in s1, armed with powerul alien technology would truly believe that a garbage can lid and some old soup cans would stop her all powerful paragons of rationality and judgement and strength. They could have done so much with her character, especially because she was the first homeworld gem to be truly redeemed by Steven- but instead of making her redemption arc about breaking cycles and unlearning brainwashing (lapis was a bit different so i dont really count her in that), but instead they choose to just make her seem completely childish, which is a really poor example of the kind of neurodivergency they seem to try to imply.

I wouldn't mind her being silly/quirky- hell, I thought "Friend Ship" was funny as hell with her mad scientist/team rocket kind of demeanor- but it sucks to see that even in the most important moments of the show, she's still used for laughs. In season 1, she glares down her enemies and fires a massive blast off at the CGs, ruthless and focused on the task

In the finale of the show, she's on a garbage lid screaming about how she's the savior of homeworld and the ruler of the skies, and then gets immediately knocked out of the air. Versus blue diamond, they just threw her onto BD's face because her previous attack was... cans. That's not character development, or learning to be free and enjoy life- it's just straight infantilization for the sake of comedy or... charisma? I guess? It just feels like so much wasted potential, given how important her narrative would have been given the ham-fisted Everyone Can Be Redeemed philosophy (and thats so much to get into- I'm not gonna bother), how excited we all were when she first got introduced, and for the group of people she's coded to be in line with. It just feels so abelist and really sucks... i hope u didnt mind the rant lol i didnt realize i had this many feelings abt old hyperfixation show until i started Talking

Have a good one holy shit lol

Ditto, not much more to add. You have a good one too bro

#anon #su critical

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The Choices We Make | Chapter 1: All By Myself

{cross-posted on ao3} {masterlist}

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Pairing: Imperial!Crosshair x Tholothian!OC

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: depressed!Crosshair, bullying, smut in later chapters!

Summary: After Kamino, Crosshair feels more alone than ever. That's when Zareena Kovas literally stumbles into his life, who is a maintenance worker in the basement of the Imperial Army headquarters on Coruscant. She asks him for help regarding the mysterious disappearance of her co-worker and friend Lyle Kjori. After Crosshair begrudgingly agrees to help her, they soon find out that the Galactic Empire is responsible for starving hundreds of millions of people on the lower levels of Coruscant alone, trying to cover it up by silencing everyone who raises their voice. Crosshair eventually has to decide where his loyalties lie. Should he follow his orders or listen to his heart for once?

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a/n: This is a little project I'm working on. This chapter has it's name from the Celiné Dion song 'All By Myself' which was stuck in my head when I wrote depressed Crosshair.

I hope you enjoy reading this little story just as much as I enjoy writing and sharing it with you!

After the decommission and destruction of the cloning facilities on Kamino and waiting 32 rotations on a platform in the middle of nowhere, Crosshair had eventually been found by Imperial scouts. Upon arrival at the Imperial Army headquarters on Coruscant, he had been brought to the medbay where he had to recover for several weeks and was released just two days ago, yet still not cleared for combat. 32 rotations without food and only rain water to drink had made him weak, but it was nothing a treatment in the form of stims and food high in nutrition couldn't solve.

One thing he liked about Coruscant was that the weather was a lot better than on Kamino. Not that he spent much time outdoors while being on leave. If anything did not change, it was the food. The same tasteless goo that had been served on Kamino, though that was the least of his problems.

He couldn't get the image of the Marauder leaving that platform out of his head. Part of him regretted his decision, but his pride kept him from admitting that to himself.

With a tray of food in his hands he looked for a place to sit at the mess hall, and like always, the clones sitting next to him left as soon as he took a seat near them.

Crosshair was used to their behavior towards him and ignored it, but a cold feeling spread in his gut that day - loneliness. He had no one to talk to, and no one called him by his name anymore, only his CT number.

I still have to get used to it, he thought, and focused on his food instead of overthinking it.

The regs near the front of the mess hall were steadily getting louder. Irritated, Crosshair rolled his eyes, shoving around his fork on his semi empty plate.

If anyone throws their lunch at me again -

His train of thought stopped as he looked up from his bowl and noticed that they weren't yelling in his direction. A young woman had come into the mess hall, currently loading food on her empty tray. He wasn't sure if he had seen one of her species before. She was definitely humanoid but instead of hair had a scaled cranium with fleshy tendrils. She wore a dirty gray overall with the Imperial insignia on the shoulders. Due to Crosshair's exceptional eyesight he noticed the same dirt in specks on her cheek.

Must work in the basement levels.

"Look, it's Stinky Zaree!" A clone laughed.

"Soldiers only, go back to your garbage!"

"Yeah, garbage worm!"

Crosshair watched as she took the full tray, and walked past the bunch of clones, leaving the mess hall with her food and her head held high.

"Why can't they employ women who are actually hot like the ones at 79s?" he overheard one of the clones say. Crosshair's appetite was gone and he went to put away his tray, including the bowl with the remaining soup. He saw their looks of disdain as he approached their table, throwing the remaining soup over their lunch.

"You regs are the only garbage in this room." he sneered, walking away, but ready to throw hands anytime.

The clone with the big mouth stood up, anger written all over his face, but was held back by one of his batch mates. With the hint of a smirk Crosshair left the mess hall that day, shoving a toothpick between his lips and putting his helmet back on.

The next day Crosshair noticed something in him had changed. He went to the shooting range to blow off some steam, like he always used to. This was the first time since Kamino and the final separation from his former squad that he used his beloved firepuncher rifle. As he nailed every single shot he didn't feel a thing. The stress didn't leave his body, all he felt was emptiness where there used to be… something. He didn't understand this non-existent feeling and that angered him.

Earlier that day Admiral Rampart had notified him that he planned to send him on several short missions in the coming weeks with the words that he would need him back at his full strength as soon as possible. Not that Rampart cared if or how much Crosshair ate. He would just have to fulfill his function as one of the best soldiers of the Imperial Army, and Rampart would be satisfied.

Just like the day before, troopers left the table Crosshair was sitting down at. It was the same food as the day prior, just with a piece of bread this time since today he wasn't too late for lunch to get a slice. He only looked up from his food when the same troopers from yesterday became all noisy again. There she was again, her overall a bit cleaner than the one she wore yesterday. It was a familiar scenario. She took her food, the regs calling her names, but this time one trooper tripped her leg causing her to stumble and fall, along with her dinner she crashed down to the floor. She bit her lip, but kept her facial expression unfazed.

Crosshair raised his brows. He expected her to make a scene or something, but she just put the tray away and got in line for another portion of food, only to get turned down by the server droid.

"One meal per person is mandatory." it said to her.

As she turned to leave with a stoic expression on her face Crosshair noticed the sadness in her eyes. She left the mess hall in quick steps, not once looking back.

The clones laughed and made a toast with their beverages. They disgusted Crosshair more and more. Nothing they said about her was true. He didn't know what humanoid species she was, but he perceived her as pretty. Until he had first laid eyes on her, he had thought that nobody could make one of those dark gray overalls look good, and yet he thought it accentuated her curves really well. She was rather short, 5'2 (1,57m) maybe, and he wondered if she was of average height for her kind or not. At least while thinking about her he didn't focus on the growing emptiness in his heart for once.

After lunch, he had twenty minutes before his daily medical checkup. Going undernourished for 32 rotations had taken a toll on his body and needed to be monitored according to the nurse droid.

He put away his tray and left the mess hall, only to take a detour back to where the kitchen was, where multiple droids and people were busy cooking dinner. That place was far too busy and Crosshair had done more stealth missions in his life than he could count. He took a large piece of bread and two ration bars from today's remaining lunch, then took the quickest way to the next elevator down to the basement levels.

He wasn't sure where the young woman worked, and to ask someone without even knowing what species she was…

He came into a section where several droids and a few humanoids were cleaning wet floor tiles. A very moldy stench lingered in the air and Crosshair didn't want to know what exactly caused it.

"Where can I find a woman who works down here? Brown skin, scaly cranium, tendrils… wears the same overall as you." he asked a male Sullustan, who eyed him critically, his gaze lingering on the tray of food he was carrying.

"Huh? You mean the Tholothian girl? You're probably looking for Zareena. She's having her lunch break. Should be in the mess hall right now."

"No, she went back, probably down here. Where does she work?"

The Sullustan pointed to Crosshair's left. "Down that hallway. There's a durasteel staircase. She looks after the machines and stuff, keeps them running. There's a small room for maintenance staff, you can't miss it."

Crosshair nodded in thanks and took the route the Sullustan had described.

There was a door right next to a tinted window. As he subtly looked through it he noticed the back of her head as she had turned her back toward the window.

Crosshair thought for a moment how to proceed. He chose to just put the tray with the food down, knock once and then leave before she opened the door. He was late for his checkup after all.

What he didn't see was how her azure eyes lit up as she found the tray of food on the doorstep. With a grateful smile she took the tray inside and tried to remember who had been at the mess hall today. Someone had been kind to her, and she was eager to meet this person, whoever they were.

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a/n: I can't wait to write their relationship!!! Also FYI if you're new to my work, I only write healthy relationships! It's a little challenging this time, as Crosshair guards his heart like a dragon their treasure. His character has so many layers and I look forward to write Zareena peeling them off one by one!

#crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair x oc #crosshair x reader #crosshair fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch fanfiction

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Let's Talk About Love by Claire Kann

Read time: 2 Days Rating: 5/5

The quote: "I use Tumblr, which is probably the best support system for me right now. I mean, it's a super garbage fire of discourse sometimes, but really, we all just hyper-love everyone and everything and want our ships to sail, regardless of canon or what anyone else thinks. And there'll be posts with literally thousands of notes that'll make the rounds saying things like, 'If you're Black and ace, you're valid and I love you.,' which is really nice to read when you're not expecting it. You know the saying, 'love is love,' right? I've heard it thousands of times, but I've learned it, internalized it, because of the blogs I follow on Tumblr." — Alice

I'm on an aspec binge apparently. Two of my three of most recent books feature asexuality prominently, as does my next one. Anywho this one has been on my tbr for far too long, that is the prompt it's filling on my Dymocks Reading Challenge List. Quick review because I am so backlogged on reviews right now. To start with it is worth reading, especially for ace people.

I enjoyed Let's Talk About Love is uses friendship well, in that way that friendship is so, so messy. There is perfect ignorance of asexuality and the truth of it. Or at least the truth of Alice's experience. Alice biromantic (as with Upside Down that dual label is unusual) and maybe most importantly Alice is African American. Alice is fun and funny. Her personality is perfect for this kind of story. She will make you laugh and you will feel her pain. Love interest Takumi is a lot for the reader to deal with, because we see him through Alice's eyes. We never see him objectively. That said he's my type anyway nerdy, cute and charming as hell. His reaction to Alice and her truth is while not natural almost understandable given the lack of education on asexuality in the broader community (even among young people), that lack of education is part of the point. One of the things that Claire Kann wants to improve.

If I have any complaints about Let's Talk About Love it's that the ending feels a little bit rushed. It feels kinda like a few more pages would have made for a more comfortable resolution to Alice's relationships with Feenie and Takumi. There is something about Alice's narrative style. It feels like she is talking, not to the reader, to a friend. It's written with lots of brackets adding comments. The story does ultimately leave a lot of questions about Takumi's background and especially his family though in some ways this does fit due to his reluctance to talk about them. The twins, Megumi and Mayumi, are fecking adorable though. I'm not entirely sure who the intended audience is but it does feel like it suits the aces of all ages that came to terms with their sexuality on tumblr. There are quite a few of us, many of us older, many of us learning about our sexuality through the internet because there is little to no local support or queer education in high schools.

I do still have some quotes to add. Beware most of these are from the second half of the book.

"Calm down. What happened?" "I just wanted to wear a cute costume, you know? And everything was great, but Feenie and Ryan left me and boys are awful when they're drunk and I can't even get drunk to drown my disappointed sorrows because Jesus knows it's not safe in there. And I'm just so "I just wanted to wear a cute costume, you know? And everything was great, but Feenie and Ryan left me and boys are awful when they're drunk and I can't even get drunk to drown my disappointed sorrows because Jesus knows it's not safe in there. And I'm just so mad I could spit." — This quote and the scene it comes from are so much to read. They are confronting in a way that is relatable for all women. I quite like it though. (Takumi and Alice, p.119-20)

"Can you sing? Because that sounds like something a siren would say. Warn me before you sing me to my death so your conscience can be clear." — I think that line may almost be on par with a fallen angel line for pick up lines. Though at least this is somewhat cerebral. (Takumi, p.223)

"Before, you said 'bisexual minus the sexual' but didn't add in a substitute. If you don't care about sex, what do care about?" — I like Alice's description of her sexuality. It is so simple but so accessible for those who aren't fluent in the ace world but at least know the queer basics. (Takumi, p.236)

"Sex is too much a part of everything, and I don't think it's reasonable to tell my partner I don't ever want to sleep with them and expect them to stick around. I'm not saying they wouldn't agree. I personally am not okay with asking. And I'm not saying I wouldn't want to try again someday, but I don't want them to have the expectation that I will. It has to be my choice and a lot of people don't respect that." — Alice

#asexuality #queer #book review #ktreviews #read 2022 #dymocksreadingchallenge #claire kann #let's talk about love #lets talk about love #booklr

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