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jojossillywalk · 6 months

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wow. SO. here are some language distinctions that can be a little mixed in translation!

disclaimer that actual talking is very very different from the vocal performance that shows up in anime.

first and foremost, english (the dub more than sub) can sometimes miss the fact that there is a very distinct difference in how avdol and polnareff speak!

it's no joke when i say that polnareff has a "bro-y" way of speaking. he uses "俺" (ore) which is very informal, can be considered rude, and is conventionally considered to be masculine. he speaks a lot more casually/informally in general, he and jotaro are sort of even (polnareff just talks more).

also polnareff's speech is generally just much more rude than either the dub or sub really convey. this man is crass.

avdol uses "私" (watashi), which is used in formal settings, it's also like a polite default- that said, he's distinct in using that pronoun among the crusaders! among close friends (for guys), it's like. got a stiff/stuffy vibe. casually, it's got feminine connotations, but by and large it's formal (kakyoin uses "僕" (boku), which is just a Younger Guy way to identify yourself)

when jotaro is talking about how avdol seems like he "thinks highly of himself" (the phrase jotaro uses is straightforward telling someone that they come off as arrogant), avdol's speech lends to the image of him seeming smugly intelligent.

the one time that we hear him use "ore," he adds "kono" before it- there's really no good way to translate that in english, it's like "i, myself, etc etc."

this is not the only time avdol puts "kono." this actually lends more weight to jotaro saying that avdol comes off as self important. "kono [insert personal pronoun/name]" has an implication of distinction- "me (and explicitly only me)." so "a stand i, avdol, have not heard of."

when avdol says "i've heard of [this stand]," he often uses "噂" (uwasa). however, he uses "見かけた" to describe his experiences with the illness- ie, he's seen people with the stand sickness, but more often than not, he's heard of the assassins (devo being an exception).

when he's stopping polnareff, the sub says something like "you're getting wool to come back shorn"/"tough talk for a man digging his own grave," both are localizations! his direct phrasing is more like "this one's going to steal mummies when he'll become one."

another note is that avdol uses formal pronouns to refer to himself, but the pronouns he uses to refer to others are less formal (joseph being an exception). he speaks formally, but like someone with seniority!

this is because, in this situation, he's literally someone with seniority.

that said, polnareff is a) very vocally independent, b) has an ego taking up 5/6 of the known universe, but more importantly, the comment that makes avdol try to punch him isn't "holier than thou," it's "go keep pretending to be more of an adult/above it all like always."

there's already jotaro's comment about avdol coming off as arrogant, but polnareff is accusing avdol of putting up a front/acting like someone he's not (the verb is "otonabutte").

there are more but here's some for now

#avpol #mohammed avdol #jean pierre polnareff

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daggerspare-standingby · 8 months

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The Chase - Part 1 | Hangman x Reader

Ok ok so I've had this in my works for a while and I couldnt find the guts to post it but here it is... my Jake x Reader Fic. Thanks to @roosterforme for helping me come up with a name :)

Summary: You've got a summer job bartending at the Hard Deck, and every night the same cocky naval aviator comes to the bar and flirts with you. You don't return his advances, heeding everyone's warnings and deciding to play hard to get, but jealousy creeps in each time he leaves with another tag chaser. Leaving you to your nighttime fantasies.

Jake secretly loves the chase you give him, he leaves with the girls but only for a hot and heavy make out session outside the bar. Since meeting you, and seeing the way his flirtatious advances effect you, or lack thereof, he's not able to get you out of his head. Your sassy attitude makes him weak in the knees, and makes his heart beat a little faster each time you give him a smart remark. There's no doubt in his mind, you're the one for him.

Warnings: none that I can think of in this one, smut for future parts, bar and navy inaccuracies for sure

Pairing: Jake x Bartender!Reader

Word count: 2348..

You had never met a more cocky and arrogant person than Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. From the very first day you met the aviator, he crawled right under your skin with his constant smirk and holier-than-thou attitude. He thought you would simply fawn under his striking green eyes and sparkling white grin. He didn’t expect you to be immune to his advances each night.

When he saw you at the bar the night of your first shift, he was captivated by your long flowing hair and your cute ass in the jean shorts you wore, he sent up a silent thank you for the ac that couldn’t keep up. Then you turned around and he saw the little tank top you were wearing, which showed off a respectable amount of cleavage and he could swear he could pop a gasket right there. You were absolutely beautiful. When you laughed at something one of the patrons said, your smile brightened up the whole bar, he’d stood and admired you, frozen in place (right by the front door to the bar) until Fanboy walked right into his back “hey, watch it Garcia”, Hangman grumbled as he moved to their usual spot by the pool tables. Coyote followed his friend’s gaze, also landing on the pretty new bartender Penny had hired who was singing along to the music playing through the jukebox as she served beverages. “Hangman, let’s go get some beer.” Always the best wingman, Hangman gave him an appreciative nod as they both made their way to the bar, they leaned against it waiting their turn to be approached.

Each night would be the same song and dance, you would be behind the bar lighting up the dingy floor boards and peeled paint with your smile, Jake and the Dagger Squad as they became affectionately known after their successful mission, would show up after work, order a few rounds and Jake would unsuccessfully flirt with you and try to get your phone number. It irked him that you called everyone by their first names, except for him. You and the squad had developed a friendship like no other, but for Jake, that beautiful smile and long hair was what he wished to see splayed out on his pillow beside him when he woke up.

He had been flirting with you for months, you’d clocked the aviator a mile away every time he walked into the bar, oozing swagger and confidence. That damn toothpick gripped between those pearly white teeth, which simultaneously drove you mad and made you incredibly horny - especially when he did that thing with his tongue that flipped it around… the first time he did it he was standing at the bar waiting for a drink from Penny, and you couldn't help but check him out, he was attractive, sure you’d give him that. His piercing green eyes meeting yours “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before darlin’,” You straightened slightly, not expecting the attention and having only been hired by Penny a few days ago to help out with the summer shifts “Penny just hired me…” He smiled, “I’m Jake, but they call me Hangman.” Before you could respond, Penny returned with his beers and handed them to him “leave my bartenders alone Hangman” you bit your lip and watched as Jake retreated to the pool tables and his friends, but not before casting you one more glance before starting a pool game.

He flirted shamelessly with you each time he came to the bar, and you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach each time he did. He had done the toothpick trick a couple times and your mind wandered to what else he could with that tongue of his. By the end of your shift, he was long gone, usually with a pretty young thing on his arm, but you were left with thoughts of his steely green eyes, sharp jaw, witty mouth and wicked tongue. You returned to your apartment, shed your clothes and crawled into bed, but you were so keyed up with thoughts of Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, that your hands wandered down your body, under your sleep shirt, and into your panties, already soaked with arousal. His honeyed voice echoing in your mind, saying your name to get your attention at the bar, the way he winked at you as he added a few more beer to his tab, and imagining that your fingers currently circling your clit was his tongue instead was what had you clenching around nothing and arching off the bed.

It was the same, night after night. Jake would come to the bar after his shift, his khaki uniform straining over his biceps and making your mouth water and breath catch. He’d wink at you when he placed his order, and flirt with you shamelessly all night. But you’d seen the way he turned on the charm with every girl at the bar, especially when you didn’t reciprocate his advances each night. He eventually left with them each and every night, and the thought crept into your head that maybe everyone was right - Hangman only wanted one thing, and you didn’t want to be another notch on his bed-post. But that didn’t stop you from circling your clit with your fingers each night, shuddering with his name on your lips as you came.

One Friday, Penny had an additional hand from Jimmy and gave you the night off to enjoy it from the other side of the bar. You sipped your drink sitting at a barstool, when just after 5pm the door opened with a roar of conversation flooding in, Jake followed by the rest of the Dagger Squad. You watched Jake’s eyes scanning the bar and a ghost of a frown touches his lips as he doesn’t see you working. He orders a beer from Penny anyways and your smirk grows, watching him make his way back to the pool table and dart board as the squad normally does. You sit on your stool opposite the bar, observing, the normal swagger and confidence he exudes is still there, especially when he throws a perfect game again, but his smile as he ribs his teammates doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can’t hear the conversation, but you hear the rest of the team groan at presumably one of his cocky remarks, you nod Penny over and order a round of beers for the aviators, plus one for yourself and head over with the full tray.

“Rooster, if you fly the way you play pool you’re definitely going to run out of gas. Make the shot man” You set the tray of cold beers down on a high top table and watch Rooster take the shot and scratch. Taking a beer from the tray you approach the group of pilots, “Can I tag in Roos?” Everyone - including Hangman - straightens up at your arrival. Jake’s grip on his pool cue tightens slightly, not enough for you to notice, but enough for Javy to smirk around his bottle as he brings it to his lips, knowing his best friend is hooked and falling real hard for you. Rooster happily hands you his pool cue and takes the beer from you instead “good luck, you’ll need it to beat Hangman.” Your eyes finally meet the blonde pilots “you’re not gonna go too hard on me, right Hangman?” Jake’s eyes softened slightly at your gaze, oh yeah, he was hooked. “Course not darlin’.” He racked the balls again, trying to keep composure and not give away his feelings about you “you’re not working tonight?” You shook your head as you chalked your cue “nope, got the night off. A girl deserves to have fun every now and again, you naval aviators can’t be the only ones.” The Dagger Squad was watching the banter, keeping their conversation low, but with invested interest. Hangman’s signature smirk grew on his face “You can break darlin’” You nodded, rounding the table and laying out the cue ball, lips pursed in a small smile as you bent at the waist eyeing the shot you were about to make, purposely taking your time, making sure he would take full advantage of your ass basically on display.

Jake inhaled deeply, watching you lean over the pool table and willed his mind to think of anything but the inappropriate thoughts that were trying to push in. “You sure you don’t need a hand there sweetheart?” he made sure to add a little extra bravado in his tone, hoping that it would mask the desperation he felt seeping into his bones at how badly he wanted to wrap his body around yours. You cast him a sideways smirk and took the shot, sinking two right off the break. Standing, to move around the table you brushed right against his chest, his scent overwhelmed your senses, sandalwood and cinnamon, but you kept your chin up “you’re in the way of my next shot Hangman.” Jake’s eyebrows raised, almost to his hairline as he steps out of the way, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Finally, someone who could keep up with him.

This was a welcome change to the flow of the usual evening, the light chatter from the squad surrounding you as you and Jake battled it out over a game of pool. He made a smart alec remark just as you took another shot, causing you to misalign and miss slightly, giving him the upper hand. His grin widened, making the corners of his eyes crinkle “Oh darlin’ that’s too bad. Let me show you how a real winner plays.” You stood back, picking up your drink and watching his confidence come back with each shot he made. Just before he sunk the 8 ball, his eyes reached yours “thanks for the challenge sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes watching as the ball sunk into the pocket “they should call you Hangover, you just give me a headache. Sorry I couldn’t take him down a peg, friends.” You handed the cue stick over to Coyote who took it with a small chuckle and you made your way over to the bathroom.

The rest of the team returned to their conversations, Payback and Fanboy arguing about which Star Trek rerun was better, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster discussing different flight plans but Jake approached Javi watching your retreating form and let out a small sigh “I’m gonna marry that girl.” Javi looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow “you sure about that man?” Jake turned his attention to Javi with a serious expression “yes! name another girl that can keep up with me.” Coyote shrugged “All I’m saying is, if that’s your plan, stop leaving every night with some tag chaser for a heavy petting session.” Jake frowned, his brows knitting in the middle but the look disappeared as quickly as it arrived when you exited the bathroom and were making your way back towards them.

You needed a break after being in such close proximity to him for so long, bodies brushing each time you passed each other to make another shot, feeling the heat of his gaze on you the entire time, you retreated to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on the back of your neck and on your cheeks. You knew he was going to leave with another girl tonight, why did you still let him get to you? a small voice in your head told you it was because you hoped that he would leave with you tonight, but did you really want to be another conquest? another name on the bathroom stall under his callsign. Another small voice in your heart told you that the two persona’s were different, and Jake wouldn’t treat you that way, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, settling on better never than maybe, and made your way back out to the aviators around the back area of the bar. Seeing some of the usual customers you waved and made some casual conversation as you moved through the space, completely unaware of the way his eyes followed your every move.

What you were also completely unaware of, was the young officer who had had a little too much to drink, was sloshing his beer all over the place, and knocked into you accidentally, causing you to slip on the spilled liquid and as you squeezed your eyes shut bracing for the pain of hitting the floor, you realized that pain never came. The scent hit you before you could open your eyes, but as you did, you were brought back to a standing position by Jake, his hand firmly gripping your upper arm, which loosened once you stood straight and he briefly ran his eyes over you, giving you a once over “are you ok?” You needed to blink a couple times before words could form on your tongue, but when they did, they sounded too breathless “yeah.” He was still holding your arm, it was almost too much, feeling of electricity running through your system stemming from where his calloused hand was touching your arm. You looked back at how far you were from the pool tables and silently wondered how he had gotten over to you so quickly, your ears were buzzing and he was saying something to Penny, who then quickly turned to ring the bell. You recognized the cheer of “Overboard” Jake turned to look at you and you registered that he was talking to you “stay right here, I’m gonna toss this loser out and then I’ll take you home.” You started to protest but he was gone before you could even get the words out. Coyote and Payback assisted him with tossing out the young sailor and then he was back in front of you “I paid your tab, come on.” And that would be the first time you followed Jake out of the Hard Deck, with him holding onto your hand.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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bakugo w a quiet reader?? :D

Like the reader is always silent in class and just sits in the corner n stuff

If youd like me to change anything about what ive written, such as readers pronouns, etc, be sure to lmk! I absolutely do not mind editing it to suit you better!

i made some edits also! reader is gn in this story and doesnt get referred to as specific pronouns, so it can be an x male or x fem reader story as well :)

Masterlist <3;3

Bakugou x Quiet!GN!Reader - Too Good For The Rest Of Us?

He always wondered why you were so quiet during class. It was like you weren't even there. You sit alone in class, alone again at lunch, alone during breaks, and again, alone, you walk back to your dorms, where you spend the majority of your time in your room.

You probably spend all of your time in there shut away in the dark, he thinks, but he doesn't care. You're starting to piss him off with your 'holier than thou' attitude. What makes you so much better than the rest of them that even talking to your classmates serves as no interest to you.

You bet he's gonna call out your bullshit in front of the whole class, but as soon as the bell rings, signifying the end of class, he turns to you and you're already gone. What in the...?!

Whatever. He'll just come to you, then.

He huffs quietly as he collects his stuff together and quickly as he makes his way to the dorms and straight to your door, not even stopping at his own room to drop off his bag and blazer as his spiky blonde hair bounces with each step he takes closer to your room.

Meanwhile you sit on your bed with your laptop, typing away furiously in order to complete the assignment that you were very behind on, struggling to understand what it all means. Look, it's not your fault that words just don't stick with you as easily as they probably should.

It doesn't help that you really lacked the confidence to make friends, so you had noone to ask for help when things became a struggle. Your thoughts are harshly interrupted by a quick and thunderous knock on the door, startling you and almost sending your laptop crashing to the floor in your sudden panic.

"U-Uh-... Gimme- gimme a sec..."

You curse yourself internally for stutterring like that. Heroes don't stutter like frightened children. How idiotic.

You open the door looking dishevelled and unorganised, and your classmate probably thinks you look like a dumbass right now, but you press on, refusing to meet the angry blonde's eyes.

He's confused by this, having expected some rude or overconfident remark from you for almost knocking your damned door off its hinges, but when he's met with nothing but a shy and quiet "uh- what can I do for you, Bakugou?...", he's left feeling very much confused, and very much like an idiot.

"Uh-"

For the first time ever, you see him thrown for a loop, but he carries on with the same arrogance and annoyance as before, but not as much conviction. Especially since, damn, you're like a half a foot taller than him. He's never actually been this close to you before, but man, you're tall.

"What's up with that attitude? What? Think you're too good to entertain us with your presence, hah?!"

"N-no! That's not it at all-...

You're cut short by your own yelp as someone a few doors down opens their door and you grab Katsuki's hand to drag him into your room, slamming the door shut to hide. You breathe a sigh of relief until you remember the fuming blonde about a meter away from you, his cheeks burning as he rips his hand out of your now loosened grasp. You find it a little bit funny when he has to tilt his head up to meet your eyes. Just a little bit.

"What the fuck are you-MPH--"

Your hand is over his mouth in seconds as he starts to yell, panicked and begging with your eyes as you tell him not to be so loud, making the blush on his face even worse at your proximity.

"Look, I don't like to draw attention... I know you probably think it's lame, but I don't handle being talked to very well... I'm getting there... okay? I know I can't still feel this way and be a hero, i'm working on it... but for now, could you please bare with me? I really am sorry, Bakugou..."

The boy may be impulsive and brash, but he's not a horrible person, and he scoffs but gives you a curt nod, able to see your anxiety for what it is. He still thinks it's stupid, of course, but it's not his problem so he doesn't bother meddling with it.

His eyes dart around your obviously dark room, your lights off except for the fairy lights on your headboard and your laptop, which holds your own assignment.

"Tch, what? Struggling with the assignment? That was piss-easy, so if you're struggling you really must be dumb..."

You stand in the middle of your room, dumbfounded by the quite frankly rude remark, not realising that he's using it as an excuse to help you out, the blonde sitting down in your bed without permission and typing on the keyboard like he would if he were helping out Eijirou or Denki.

"You know, what you've written already isn't half bad, just stop waffling. You take too long to complete your sentences and you end up digressing. Stop that, it's stupid."

You're still equally as confused as you were earlier, if not more, but you shake your head and just think to not question it. Bakugou does what Bakugou pleases and if you want to keep your face then you'd best let him to his own devices.

You can't say you don't appreciate the help though, so when later that evening, after Bakugou had left and it was now dinnertime, you present him with freshly made spicy soba, he looks at you in mild surprise and gruffly, awkwardly takes your gift and drrags you into his room to finish it with him.

You could've never imagined him doing anything like this at the beginning of the year, but you now realise how much he's grown as a hero since then, and that inspires you just a little bit. You don't let him know that, though.

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krirebr · 4 months

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Thoughts or thots on swapping the babes in More Than This? What if Ransom was the BFF!step bro and Steve was the arranged groom to be? 👀

OH MY GOD! This is just- oh no! This has taken over all my thoughts since you casually slipped it into my inbox yesterday. I'm not even going to attempt a drabble cause I know it would end up being 5k and just part one 🤣 and you will not do that to me! 🤣🤣🤣 So here are my quickly-jotted extensive thoughts on what this would look like.

Ok, so your dad married Linda when you were little and then died when you were 14ish so Linda "raised" you herself (mostly by sending you to boarding school).

I think having a younger sibling would have mellowed Ransom out a little bit. He's still an asshole, but not as much of one because he has someone to commiserate with over their terrible family. And I think having someone to protect would be good for him.

When the time comes, Harlan and Linda sit you down and tell you that you're engaged to Steve, whose family, for the purposes of this, is still in the movie business and still based in LA, although I think he splits his time between there and NY. They at least do you the service of telling you about the pregnancy clause.

You go straight to Ransom, who immediately takes you out to get very, very drunk. Amid all the bar-hopping, he lets you cry all over him.

The next day, while you're nursing your hangover, Ransom goes out to the house to give Harlan a piece of his mind. There's a lot of yelling. It doesn't have any practical effect on your situation, but it does make you feel seen.

Meanwhile, Steve, who is very mission-oriented and values his family above almost anything else, takes this arrangement very seriously immediately upon learning about it. I think it would just take one conversation with Sarah about how important this is to have him push down all his personal feelings (which are turbulent) to focus on doing what needs to be done.

Like in the original story, Steve and Ransom have a passing acquaintance. Ransom thinks Steve is holier-than-thou, arrogant, and must be hiding something behind his good-boy presentation. Steve is very wary of the kind of party girl the sister of Ransom Drysdale must be. This leaves both you and Steve very nervous about the arrangement.

He flies out to meet you, and you both do your best to get to know each other over dinner. It goes well enough. You don't hate each other. But he comes off as stiff and formal and makes you feel a little like you're just a mission to be completed. You leave the restaurant feeling like you still don't really know who you're going to be marrying.

You text intermittently over the next few weeks, mostly about the logistics of moving into his home. It doesn't exactly alleviate your nerves.

Ransom helps you pack up all your things. He listens as you worry out loud about all of the things you can't control. He curses both Linda and Harlan as he shares cheap beer and expensive whiskey with you. You're going to miss him so much.

The wedding goes as well as can be expected. Steve is kind to you and tells you how beautiful you look. You make pleasant small talk with him over dinner and during several dances. After, you go up to the honeymoon suite and you both immediately fall asleep.

The next day, right before you get on the private jet, Ransom threatens Steve to his face. Steve promises he'll always treat you as well as you deserve.

When you get to his house and he gives you the tour, there's one door upstairs that remains closed. He tells you that that room is private and asks you to respect that.

He doesn't want to have sex until you've gotten to know each other better. Part of you is relieved but another part is very nervous about the ticking clock hanging over both your heads. You're not sure if there's enough time for him to get as comfortable with you as he wants (and vice versa) before you contractually need to be pregnant.

After a few weeks, you're home alone, when somehow the door to his private room gets opened. Maybe you still have Lola, and she somehow gets into the room. You go running in after her and that's how you discover that it's an art studio. Steve's art is on the walls and on easels in different stages of completion. It's all so beautiful. In the center of the room, there's a breathtaking but unfinished charcoal sketch. It takes only a moment for you to realize it's of you. You're bowled over by how he sees you.

He finds you standing in front of the drawing, tears running down your face. He's embarrassed and worried that he must have offended you. He tries to apologize, but you stop him by smashing your lips into his. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up, but once it does, he kisses you back with a passion you've never experienced before.

You have sex for the first time on the floor of his studio. It's hurried and messy and desperate. Later, he'll put you in the bed you share and take his time taking you apart, but right now, he needs to show you that that drawing is just a fraction of the beauty he sees in you.

It doesn't take long after that for you to conceive your first child of many.

Oh my god! See what this did to me?!? Just this headcanon is almost 1k! I hope that's a satisfactory answer. 🤣🤣🤣 I loved getting the chance to flip MTT on its head like this. Thank you for sending such a great question!!

#ask kris #stargazingfangirl18 #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale & reader #captain america #knives out #headcanon #chris evans characters #more than this #arranged marriage au #kris wrote something #steve rogers #ransom drysdale

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marleysfinest · 1 year

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nsfw! minors dni. cadet reiner x femreader. aged up to 21. cw: rough sex (consensual), degradation, blood

of all the days? of all the people?

you shrug off your jacket and wring out the excess water, coating the once-dry stone floor of the cave in a thin layer of rainwater.

"hey, watch it," he commands from behind you, "we're keeping dry here, remember?"

you shoot him a look of annoyance, and drape your coat over a lone boulder, hoping that it'd dry enough to be at least a little comfortable to wear back to the barracks.

ahead, the landscape has turned murky and grey as rainclouds unleash themselves with fury. the rain is so heavy it's almost impossible to see through it, and soon enough the grass is unable to soak it up quick enough. the only shelter for as far as you can see is this little cave, where you've both been forced to take refuge from the storm.

it had been a long day. the training exercise you'd embarked on had started off badly when you were partnered up with the man you detested the most. reiner fucking braun.

on the face of it, the task was simple; find your way to the outpost twenty miles away using a basic, barely-there map of the terrain. and indeed, it would've been simple, had both the weather not decided to take a turn, and had you decided to sheathe the map away for a while instead of keeping it in your hand for reference. had you done this, you wouldn't have dropped it when your horse got spooked by a rumble of thunder, it wouldn't have fallen into a puddle, and your horse wouldn't have stood on it. it was as good as useless, now.

"better hope this stops soon, we can't even get a fire going now. every bit of wood for miles will be soaked," he huffs, staring out at the rain with a scowl. every word is like nails on a chalkboard.

"yeah, alright," you retort, your voice heavy with annoyance, "you can save the I told you so bull for when we're back."

you turn away from him and perch on the boulder alongside your jacket. as you turn your gaze outside, you can feel his eyes on you, burning into you.

"you know I'm right though, don't you?" he asks, "we had the direction down for the next three miles. you didn't need to have the damned thing out, still."

you run your hands through your hair in exasperation. why did he always have to do this? to drive home his "expertise", brag about how he knew best, how it was his way, or the hard way? in a situation like this one, why did he still need to know that you agreed with him? against your best wishes, you bite your tongue, realising that if you were going to spend the next few hours with him until the rain stopped, it'd be better not to be at each other's throats the entire time. instead, you choose a somewhat dignified silence, and to your surprise he lets the argument go.

the time rolls by as you both sit in silence, staring at the rapidly flooding landscape outside, hoping and praying it'd stop, primarily to escape the awkward silence, never mind the prospect of spending the night in a freezing and damp cave. you stretch your legs out in front of you and shrug your shoulders to promote blood flow, and as you do so, you realise reiner is looking at you.

"what?" you ask, your voice carrying every bit of the hostile tone you'd intended. something about his expression was infuriating - was he smug?

"man, I really bother you, don't I?" he asks, crossing his arms and looking very pleased with himself. you scoff at his words.

"yes, you figured out my secret," you reply dryly. he's only more amused by your confirmation.

"what is it?" he asks, "come on, give me some specifics."

"why?" you retort, "you really want me to list the reasons I don't like you? here? now?"

"pretty clear request, I thought," he replies, the cockiness boiling over and breaking the last straw.

"alright - you're arrogant, you're cocky, you have this insufferable holier-than-thou attitude, acting like you're better than the rest of us despite the fact that we're all still cadets. you play this big brother card like you actually care, not like it's just a way to further your favour with the brass."

even you're surprised at what comes out, this pent up frustration over his very existence seeming to reach its peak. a look crosses his face that you can't decipher.

"hm. well, if it means anything, I don't like you all that much either," he replies, "this whole innocent, know-it-all facade you've got going on? it's kind of annoying."

you feel your cheeks flare red at his words. know-it-all? and innocent? what is that supposed to mean?

"come on, you look at the brass with these big, doe-eyes, lapping it all up and ignoring anyone trying to make a joke. you don't know how to have fun."

the disbelief must have been evident in your expression, because reiner's only grows more amused. you should have expected it, really, as he'd only invited the conversation, but that didn't mean it didn't sting. you push yourself up onto your feet, deciding that you'd had enough of the conversation if it meant that you're just going to be insulted.

"oh, come on!" he cries, "I've upset you?"

you try your best to ignore him, as you hear him get to his feet, too, and sense him stood behind you, keenly awaiting an answer.

"this is what I'm talking about," he continues, and you turn to look at him, "you don't know how to be light-hearted. you don't know how to have a good time."

the two of you stare at one another for a minute, and for the first time you notice the colour of his eyes. the rich, golden honey gaze staring back at you was almost pretty, if not for the fact that it belonged to him. his hair was still damp from the rainfall, his loose-fitting shirt still clinging in odd places as it dried, subtly defining his sculpted body. the sensations flaring in your stomach are deeply unfamiliar, with hatred and... was that lust? the two clashed together angrily, eliciting an alarming response. he was rubbing you up the wrong way. he was trying to get a rise out of you, and you want nothing more than to shut him up.

"that's a very uptight expression you've got there," he purrs, "y'know, sometimes when I'm upset, I like to..."

that's as far as you let him get before you reach out and grab him by the jaw.

"fine, braun. let me show you how I have a good time, and then we'll see how much you have to say for yourself."

you force his back against the cave wall and bring your bodies closer together, becoming increasingly aware of your heart thumping against your chest, and his growing erection against your thigh. good, you think, looks like he wants this, too. despite knowing he could throw you to the ground in a heartbeat, you maintain your forceful hold against him, and he lets you, as he looks down at you with an almost menacing expression. you release his jaw and allow your hand to explore his neck, his chest, his stomach, until you feel the strings of his trousers between your fingers. if you lingered long enough, you could start to feel his wetness begin to soak through.

"god, you're pathetic," you growl into his ear, "who's uptight now?"

a hefty sigh escapes him then, as the mood shifts.

"that's how you're gonna play it, huh?" he asks, but doesn't give you a chance to reply. before you can protest, he's batted your hands away and spun you round, marching you to the other side of the cave. he bends you over the boulder home to your drying uniform, scraping your elbows across the cold stone, and his grip on your shirt holding you firm between your shoulder blades. with his free hand he slips your trousers down with stunning ease, and soon he's pushing himself up against you.

"oh, you don't know how long I've thought about this," he purrs, and you can hear him removing his own trousers, "god knows you need it more than I do."

you scoff a laugh and feel a rush of dampness between your legs.

"yeah, right, braun," you retort, "I'll be the judge of that. if this lasts longer than ten seconds, colour me impressed."

he pushes the tip of his penis against your cunt as he considers his response. "I don't think you're in a position to continue being so arrogant."

with a firm thrust he enters you, forcing you to catch your breath. you feel him deeper than you expected, but he doesn't give you time to adjust before he's rutting into you with significant force. his grip on your hips tightens, making sure every inch of himself is inside of you with each thrust.

"look at that," he pants, "cunt's just as tight as you are."

against your best wishes, you find yourself unable to respond. he's so smooth, so hard that he's hitting the perfect spot every. single. time. you can't stop the whimpers escaping, but you're pleased to hear that neither can he. every moan you release seems to spur him on, forcing him to go quicker and quicker. you feel your elbows begin to bleed against the coarse rock beneath them, but you didn't care. the pain simply mixed with the pleasure into one mouth-watering cocktail.

you have to give him his due; reiner has stamina. the rain is starting to slow by the time you sense your climax building, and the way he's slowed his thrusts tell you that his is, too.

"what d'you say then, baby, you think we can be friends now?" he asks, his voice ragged. you huff a laugh.

"like hell," you spit back. he definitely likes your defiance of him, as his boisterous façade wavers slightly as he catches his breath and almost slows to a complete stop. not wishing to let the opportunity to pass you by, you push yourself up so that you're resting on your palms and begin setting your own rhythm, grinding against him, taking him slowly in and out.

"and you're gonna have to do a lot better to get to call me your baby."

this is his turning point. reiner grabs a fistful of your hair and resumes his hard thrusting, inching you closer and closer until you both come in unison. he throbs inside you for forever, and you feel the biggest mess start to leak between your legs. behind you, reiner pants heavily and release his hold on your thighs and hair. you turn your head so that your eyes meet, and you see that he's removed his shirt to offer to you.

"clean yourself up," he says quietly, "I'll just wear my jacket back. once we're back in the barracks I'll show you why I deserve to call you baby, you little bitch."

#paradis reiner said:#this was FUN #hate fucking is so alien to me lmao but i enjoyed it!#reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner x yn #reiner braun #reiner smut #aot fanfic #aot smut

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"She mainly comes across as the embodiment of entitled arrogance to me, which I find to be a very off-putting character traits." -🤡

1. ¡Estoy empezando a creer que la gente simplemente está exagerando la arrogancia que ven en Rhaenyra en el programa! Ella no es lo suficientemente arrogante ni mimada; de hecho, creo que es demasiado suave, tolerante y pacífica para mi gusto.

2. Do you consider arrogance to be an unpleasant character trait, but not the hypocrisy, moral superiority complex, and "holier-than-thou" behavior that Alicent possesses, which goes hand in hand with arrogance and the idea of superiority

And I still don't know when exactly Rhaenyra showed how arrogant she was? If Rhaenyra was so arrogant, spoiled and (insert whatever adjective TG uses) why would Alicent be her friend at all? If Rhaenyra was as cocky as they claim, then Alicent (the daughter of the second son, who is a Hand but has nothing) would be at most her companion as a servant-thing, not a friend. Rhaenyra was a princess. Of course she was spoiled. But no more than her half-siblings, or even Alicent, who developed some kind of superiority complex after becoming queen.

#team black #anti team green #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #anti alicent hightower #anti team green stans

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kijosakka · 2 months

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alejandro,,, so fun <3 OKAY I HAVE MANY AN IDEA SO TO BEGIN WITH: panopticon

as established, panopticon is a Thing in this au mainly as a theme (but also a very very big influence in the creation of this in the first place).

panopticon itself refers to an institutional/prison design wherein a central guard tower and the construction thereof makes the prisons unable to tell if theyre being watched at any given moment; thus, self regulation.

^ dramaturgy, as an AU, focuses on noah acting ‘in accordance’ with the cameras in a genre-savvy adjacent manner; he self regulates. the ‘central guard tower’ to him is the audience.

to alejandro, however, the audience is not a variable. his competing does not factor in the audience and public the way noahs does; instead, his focus is shifted to his castmates.

to slot it in now, im talking about alejandros perception of the audience and the perception of him thereof (which, this and the above will be compounded upon with the stuff below further explaining alejandros facade/masking).

^ again, the audience just isnt a necessary variable to alejandro (at least, beyond *his family). playing in the manner he is, orchestrating and manipulating, you just cant fit in the time to placate the audience to make them love you. the more important thing is the opinions of his castmates, who are the real variables impacting his win.

and so, in short, alejandro is polarizing. people love a villain, but there is still the in-universe distinction of it being a reality show. it is real people; so, some part of TD’s audience will account that and denounce alejandro for being so comfortable in manipulating his peers so shamelessly.

[*his family, as seen in canon, seems to be something he is acutely aware of. he would be aware of how he presents himself, and would do so in a manner pleasing to them.

this is not to say hes unaware of the audience. he knows theyre there and speaks directly to them in the confessionals in a shifted manner (exaggerated/nitpicked for the purposes of this AU).

< where most characters speak about their competition to the audience, alejandro often speaks directly to the audience. tiniest distinction but i feel i should make it and emphasize it]

and now,, his actual facade; what it portrays, what it hides, and the reasons/motivations.

^ restating another post (ty ophe), alejandro has a mask of a person hiding antagonism. he acts like an idealist version of his actual person; kind, sensible, intelligent, considerate. athletic, helpful, goodhearted, compassionate, attractive to boot. taken to an extreme, holier-than-thou and patronizing. diminished, way overcompensatory, or maybe doormat-ish.

while this version of noah comes off as uncanny valley because no real person is so detached and lifeless, no real person is so perfect either. alejandro would trigger the same bells but to a much, much lesser degree. more like there were pieces of a puzzle missing rather than something distinctly wrong.

because alejandro seems like a person, he portrays depths and facets to himself (while all positive), and interacts with his castmates like how people interact with people.

it is, again, a the veil of an idealist person hiding antagonism. i don’t think alejandro is a cartoonishly antagonistic, unremorseful supervillain character (and hes not really portrayed as such in canon, but just to say), but he is absolutely not the perfection he portrays himself as.

now is a great time to add that alejandros mask heavily relates back to the expectations his family pushes on him; not only is it good socially (for the purposes of the competition) but theres probably a sense of validation there aswell (if shallow, because its still not an appreciation of the ‘real’ him).

^ and thats a Thing as well, the ‘real’ alejandro. flawed and imperfect, able to be irritable and snappy and meanspirited with arrogance hiding the cracks of overwhelming inferiority. as a person, that is, in intent for the game hes, well, an eel. conniving and slippery and manipulative and sly and vindictive and unapologetic.

and as for reasons,, staying in line with the burromuertos ‘high society’ position in this AU, maybe it was something like a way to prove himself; he works the social game and shows business promise because of it, and brings a hefty sum of money home to his family that he earned.

and his facade is an easy one, not only a way to show a sense of professionalism and keep the burromuerto name ‘untainted’ by blatantly unsavory behavior similar to someone like duncan, but a way to keep his castmates none the wiser while the steals the money from under them.

BUT within the au itself things umm do not go to plan as noah makes it his mission to unmask alejandro as just as fake as he himself is.

which brings about the topic of a very specific cast relationship: noah and alejandro

as,, yk,, the backbones of his entire au (ok its more like nervous systems. noah is central and alejandro is peripheral) i want to save a full digging into their relationship and developments for another post entirely (probably going episode by episode until pre london focusing mostly on alejandro, and then another post after i figure out the actual events of WT going through the changed canon)

but to just go through it very quickly; noah doesnt trust alejandro and sees through him. alejandro eventually catches wind of the fact that noah doesnt trust him, and i imagine it would trigger a wondering of how? spurred on by noahs whole ‘no substance’ thing.

and besides, nobody has anything on noah despite him being their castmate going on 3 years now. and now that he’s thinking about it, what does he himself really know about noah in the same way he knows things about the rest of the cast? that’s interesting. *

^ i imagine alejandro would be wary but not worried about noah knowing, simply because of the passive nature he’s read of the other. < poor alejandro. it is not nearly that easy.

[*interesting,,, i will cover that more on the actual post going ep by ep for their relationship. because i do have Thoughts]

#ramblimg <3 #i wrote this in a frenzy and hit post right before my melatonin kicked in #hope it isnt too incoherent but if it is then uhhhhhhhh #yeah. 👍#alejandro is so fun and interedting actuslly #i did mean to rb that other post with this but.#hmmm #dramaturgyAU #total drama #td alejandro #character analysis #might alter the details of this a liiiitle bit but for rn this is ok

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th-xeno · 1 year

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I. have thought about doing it for a while. and the recent drama's multiplied it. so, even if it's unusual for me,

an analysis of Mlynar Nearl (and the Nearls' arc as a whole) and Why He Is My Premium and Beloved Babygirl.

tbh at first I almost hated him when I read Maria's event. he seemed like an arrogant holier-than-thou asshole and I was like, you know what? fuck you for me and my little girl! she just wants to be a knight like her sister!

but in Near Light, I started to like him. he was just so tired, so hopeless. he said he was dissapointed, but asked his friend to protect his nieces. his said he didn't care, but protected the Infected under assassins' attack.

and then I thought, he lies. constantly, but mostly to himself. because he's not an arrogant asshole. he's just... so bad at feelings.

so deeply broken.

and now the Obscure Wanderer arrived and Oh My God.

first of all, there're multiple times when he says the exact opposite to what he does, so let's take this knowledge and come back to the start, Maria's event.

he doesn't say "you're weak and useless to defend our glory" or "your sister is better than you" like I thought at the time. no, he tries to say, he wants her not to risk her life. not to let the system break her light like it broke almost everyone in his family.

his brother and sister-in-law were great knights that fought for the glory of their country, and now they're gone. the system threw them away like garbage. his niece fought for their family, for the chivalric ideals, and she was hunted and then exiled.

and finally, Mlynar himself. an idealist that found out, there's no point in fighting the capitalism. there's no hope. and between losing life in endless conspiracies and losing himself working for corporations but helping his family to survive, he chose the latter.

but Maria didn't need to choose. she could be free of the weight of the noble titles, of the useless principles, and yet she chose to fight - and almost got killed, if not for her sister.

of course Mlynar was pissed.

moreover, he was pissed because Margaret came back in the first place. she could have live a happy life far away from this rotten place. she didn't need to risk all of it for the country that will never remember her efforts. he was afraid for her.

and then, Near Light. Nearl the Radiant Knight.

Mlynar saw her actions as a reflection of his own faults. Margaret tried to play the system's rules to change it, but Mlynar knew it was pointless. the system didn't care. the Radiant Knight will be forgotten, just like her parents.

but when Margaret came back, she was different, and maybe she understood her uncle more then anyone.

she, too, saw defects of the system (how the Infected were treated). she, too, went through the war (with the Reunion).

but she didn't lose hope.

I may overanalyse it, but I guess she knew the power of the symbolic action because of Talulah. Talulah fucked up the Reunion, she lost, she was insane - and yet the Reunion didn't die in Chernobog, because Infected acknowledged that they can change the world.

and Margaret tried to do the same. it didnot matter if she won or lost. it didnot matter if her false infection was made public.

she was the Light in the Darkness. she stood up for the weak. she was a Knight.

and that awakened something in Mlynar.

he decided to help the Infected so his family can leave in peace. to help the weak. to restore justice. to do the very same that he thinks a knight must do.

and so, he acknowledged the power of Margaret’s actions. that she really can change something. because she changed him.

she awakened hope in him, and he needed time to proceed it.

and so (in less than 800 words haha) I come to the main topic, Mlynar's event. and oh boy, this i-am-not-a-knight is more knightly that many.

he shits on knighthood not out of hatred for chivalry, but out of belief in it. the modern knights do not care about the weak, so he doesn't want to be a knight nor be called one. because he is not interested in fight, but in help.

and he doesn't want anyone to see it.

stop corrupted corporation of taking important task? what a naive assumption!

help two infected girls to stop the riots? pfft, what a joke.

fight a corporation so they don't hunt an innocent? MAYBE YOU'LL ALSO SAY HE HELPED CHILDREN IN DANGER???

but unlike in his youth, he doesn't challenge the system, doesn't try single-handedly to change the world. small changes that can make a little better.

gentle light, not blinding.

he hates what his country has become, but still - even as an ordinary man - even lying to himself - tries to make it better. that's why he want everyone to leave but himself. because deep down in his cynical, angry, depressed personality still lives an idealistic knight.

still lives a hopeful man that believes that his brother and his sister-in-law are alive. that his family can be whole again, even if no one else do.

he just cares for his family so deeply. he wants his nieces to live happily (somewhere else). wants them not to repeat his mistakes (even if it breaks their dreams). wants their parents back. he just can’t properly express himself.

but the funniest thing? I think they know it. Margaret, because she knows how bad his trauma is. Maria, because she could see how office work and Margaret’s exile changed him. Zofia, because she knew him well enough.

and so, all of them were happy when he went to Rhodes Island. because they did the world better, and maybe will make Mlynar feel better.

as a conclusion,,, GOD his depression and burnout are so big. TAKE THIS MAN TO THERAPY. HONEYBERRY, SAVE THE DAY. I LOVE HIM SOOOO MUCH. MY GRUMPY ANGY BABYGIRL.

#Arknights #mlynar #Mlynar Nearl #arknights analysis #i love this oldman #wanna crush him in ly fist #also i love his 20 kinds of pissed off expressions #long reads #my analysis #???#i guess i'll use this tag

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divinecomedyproductions · 7 months

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I think I also want to explain my big bias about romance in epics: a heavily opinionated thread

Keep in mind, I’m not trying to throw shade at any indie creators who do this, just trying to explain my style and why

I really don’t like “Star-Crossed” Lovers and “Love interest to be built up and killed off” tropes. Not sure I ever did honesty.

I get why they work, they just don’t work for me. Unless like Peter Parker they get another chance again.

And three franchises were the final straw for me, and what drove me to go indie along with being inspired by indie works of others

First it was RWBY the tragic end of Arkos and what I feared to be sane of Black Sun among others along with the doomed fate of Oscar Pine

I tried to express my distaste of it on tumblr on my past accounts and RWBY wiki discussion forum(big mistake, I know) and I regretted it so much

Never had I met a fanbase so arrogant, self righteous, and sanctimonious about this kind of stuff, going on how amazing these tropes and dark stories like RWBY initially seemed circa V3-Finale along with Madoka Magica and Akame Ga Kill were and sneering at anything even one shade lighter than that

They were either passive-aggressively judging and gaslighting me, or outright lecturing me

How a epic story that has Dork knight and a lonely warrior woman isolated by society crushing on him, or a unlucky moody girl and sunshine himbo, a doomed hero having a well earned happy ending, especially if it involved resurrection as a good thing was nothing but “pandering”, petty, and worthless and the preference of the weak and cowardly

Even one fan said “people don’t find that interesting, sorry.” And that another fan seemed to stated characters like Pyrrha and Jaune are only fit for tragic endings because “that’s the kind of character she is” both of which these fans spoke as these things were gospel, or they themselves had some kind of storytelling authority

Then I heard about Superman and Lois Lane getting married and having a kid and even Bruce and Selena getting hitched, until hearing both marriages get trashed along with a few others

Along with the defense Dan Didio gave

It was absolutely MADDENING to me

"Heroes shouldn’t have happy personal lives. They are committed to being that person and committed to defending others at the sacrifice of their own personal interests.

That’s very important and something we reinforced. People in the Bat family their personal lives basically suck. Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon and Kathy Kane. It’s wonderful that they try to establish personal lives, but it’s equally important that they set them aside. That is our mandate, that is our edict and that is our stand."

Like, these guys want to hopeful, but only in certain ways the pop-culture/literary ‘intellectuals’ deem acceptable as well as what they deem to be ‘interesting’ and what I had in mind did not only not qualify, it was seen as outright heresy

When I brought this up in my grievances with stories like RWBY, one holier-that-thou jerk supported it because

“Single Batman and Superman sells well”

After writing my preferences off as “pandering” and only for the likes such as Disney and Marvel,

The Self-Centered hypocrisy was staggering because what he said and his many followers were basically saying this;

“We don’t like it when your niche interest stuff is forced into our stuff, but when the case is in the reverse? We’re totally cool with that, and we hope it keeps happening.��

other fans said what I wanted was only for sitcoms, imposing themselves as gatekeepers of *epic storytelling itself*

From where I was standing, there is a growing hatred of couples in epics go through and making it and even getting married and having children, especially those of certain dynamics all under the guise of “hopepunk” and “The Greater Good.” Or whatever the term is now

Prattled on by conceited fandoms who in my opinion, have become a bunch of literary snobs who think way too highly of themselves

Who go around deciding what ways are legitimate “raised stakes” and “consequences”,

both which might I add are defined by their *own* standards,

along with their own preferences, especially fates for of certain kinds of ships and characters, which they flaunt as “objective” and above those of “the unwashed masses” in order to justify glorifying them as well as themselves for liking them

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Which then afterwards these fandoms pressure these standards onto aspiring writers such as myself or be exiled to sitcoms, romcoms, Disney, or Marvel.

Because it’s not “entitlement” if it’s directed at the peasants I guess.

That along with the fact their so insecure and discontent with just being different, they need to feel superior than others for their own preferences

Nor they can’t handle the idea somewhere out there there is story that have characters like the those of the stories they enjoy, but with a different outcome

All epic fiction, its characters, its settings, its themes, its use of its inspirations, the creator’s style needs to begin and end on terms of these self-appointed arbiters who, once again, try to justify by presenting their preferences, tastes, and “personal emotional beats” as objective and superior

And once again: I’m *NOT* saying creators who goes with the tragic romance route are bad or malicious, most of them are just doing their thing

This problem lies with sycophantic individuals among fandoms who appoint their chosen champion’s ways as law and act offended on their behalf, even though they never spoken to these creators personally nor did these creators asked them to pick up a sword in their name and are not held accountable for their behavior

And what’s worse, is that these groups imply epic stories where heroic couples get married and have families are allegedly incompatible outside of Disney or Marvel or else it ends up as terrible story

Which they will imply is the case for stories like DragonBall Z, Sword Art Online, and Naruto/Boruto

But when *their* way of doing things ruins a franchise like DC comics and people complain about it?

It’s the whining of unwashed masses or vocal toxic minority opposed to the enlightened few or informed majority

Because *their* way makes everything better and always will

It’s incredibly self absorbed and narcissistic

So that’s why I’ve been so keen on having my heroes find love, get married and having families. Especially ones who’ve been through so much sorrow.

I’m just weary of this and tired of fandoms telling me when I’m disappointed;

“It’s not for you” and implying “nothing should be for you and everything should be for us”

And I’m certain I’m not the only one who feels this way

You don’t have to share my personal tastes and distaste’s in story beats in epics, once again, I just want you guys to understand.

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morgana-ren · 4 months

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Is the god gale ending where he ascends his tav a bad ending?

Personally, I'd say so. It's open to interpretation, but I would say any ending where Gale undergoes apotheosis is a bad ending. I could get way more into it with analyzation of Gale as a person and why this ending is a spit in the face to his character, but I'll keep it sorta short.

Quicky put: What made Gale incredible is what made him human. He loved. He cared. He felt guilt and sought to make things right. He was intelligent and compassionate and felt the suffering of those around him and seeks to ease it. He sought godhood because he thought he could help. To be different from other callous, uncaring, disconnected gods. He wanted to ascend not for power, but to help.

But he doesn't.

He becomes a callous, uncaring, disconnected God. He loses himself and all that made him Gale. He becomes arrogant and holier-than-thou, and sees human issues as petty, childish, and unending despite the death and suffering and misery— ultimately meaningless and foolish, but he will dabble in "caring" when his ego is appeased enough. He is eternal. He no longer connects. He is unquestionably 'better' than us and the Gale who existed— the kind, intelligent, loving man who adored his mother and his cat and just wanted to help— simply ceases to be.

The nature of the gods is unknowable. You cannot be a human god. You would go mad. He doesn't believe you when you tell him this. He thinks he is 'different'— his is not.

He does not accomplish his goal of being a human god. He simply.. becomes a god. Becomes the very thing he despises. He loses everything that made him wonderful, and in turn, becomes one of them.

He becomes a pointless and redundant lesson in arrogance. Another irritating overseer of the human condition that doesn't really care, even as he was one of us. He has his life in Elysium and the squabbles of the petty mortals are beneath him.

Any ascension is bad. It takes Gale and removes... Gale. It perpetuates the cycle of abuse. It takes a man that was groomed and abused by a goddess and turns him into her. It is his version of vampiric ascension— allowing his fear to rule his destiny. He becomes incapable of being his true self, and becomes a cruel mockery of his goals. A distorted version of himself that amplifies all of the worst parts and removes the best ones.

If you love Gale for Gale, then yes. It is a bad ending.

#morgana and friends #gale of waterdeep

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sokosmic · 2 years

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POV - Perception of the Mother or Mother Figure:

Dear Mama -

Moon thru the Signs

The Moon in the natal chart represents the Mother. Arguably, it can also show indications from a motherly figure, but it is often directly linked to the biological mother. The sign your moon is placed, gives clues surrounding how you perceived your mother. It does not necessarily mean she was that way, but it certainly is your perception of her. And as they say...Perception is Reality. So your moon sign often provides a story of your real life experience of your mother, whether she was present or not. This is also why siblings with different moon signs may have completely different perspectives and experiences with the mother.

♈ Aries Moon ♈

Negative view:

Compete for attention or Actual competition from the mother

Argumentative and aggressive; Fighter spirit

Bossy and controlling

Positive view:

Biggest cheerleader; Supportive af

Taught bravery and confidence

Learned independence early

Assertiveness instead of Aggression

♉ Taurus Moon ♉

Negative view:

Stubborn and rigid

Lazy and unmotivated

Basic needs and emotions unmet

Positive view:

Emotionally stable

Instilled values of self worth

Example of steady approach toward success

♊ Gemini Moon ♊

Negative view:

Emotionally detached

Scattered and unfinished projects

Indecisiveness

May have suffered from mental illness

Positive view:

Source of useful information and knowledge

Instilled desire of lifelong learning

Fun, witty and easy to relate

♋ Cancer Moon ♋

Negative view:

Smothering and overprotective

Emotionally manipulative

Gaslighting with a Victim mentality

Positive view:

Sensitive to others needs while maintaining boundaries

Caring and nurturing

Solid grasp on intuition vs. insecurities

♌ Leo Moon ♌

Negative view:

Easily hurt by other's self expression

Personal feelings always takes precedent

Pride and/or arrogance prevent them from emotional needs getting met

Positive view:

Very affectionate and loves to dote on loved ones

Fiercely loyal and very supportive

Creative and passionate; Inspiring and admired

♍ Virgo Moon ♍

Negative view:

Highly critical of self and others

Over analyzing to the point of creating delusions; excessive worry

Anxiety derived from an overwhelming need for perfection

Positive view:

Highly astute with details; Meticulous

Maintains healthy routines; Physical and mental

Uses information and work habits to help/heal others; Acts of service

♎ Libra Moon ♎

Negative view:

Passive; People pleasing.

Indecisive, procrastination; Inability to make important decisions

Non-supportive because they couldn't/wouldn't choose a side

Positive view:

Relationship oriented; Strived for a balanced connection

Put "We" over "Me"; Teaches harmony and conflict management in intrapersonal connections

Fair and just

♏ Scorpio Moon ♏

Negative view:

Possessive, especially emotionally; Emotionally demanding.

Vindictive and manipulative.

Overly suspicious; Tends to project trust issues onto others.

Positive view:

Example of emotional depth; Teaches vulnerability and a healthy expression of intimacy.

Highly intuitive and knows how to meet emotional needs of others.

♐ Sagittarius Moon ♐

Negative view:

Emotionally scattered and immature

Runs from commitments; Strong desire for freedom

Self-righteous; Feels holier than thou

Idealistic; Overly religious

Positive view:

Taught to be open-minded and accepting of other's truths

Truth seeker; Philosophical; Well balanced Spiritually

Maintains commitments while honoring need for freedom

Fun-spirited; Encourages the inner child

♑ Capricorn Moon ♑

Negative view:

Emotionally reserved; Cold, stoic or distant

Matter-of-fact; May lack nurturing quality

Condescending when needs aren't met

Positive view:

Example of emotional stability

Provides practical support

Pushes towards ambitions

♒ Aquarius Moon ♒

Negative view:

Aloof; detached or emotionally unavailable.

Placed more focus on helping and assisting others rather than the child

Inconsistent change in moods; disruptive to child's sense of emotional stability

Positive view:

Supportive of child's unique ideas and individual expression

Progressive thinker; Highly intelligent

Unconventional parenting that promotes freedom

♓ Pisces Moon ♓

Negative view:

May have had addictions or addictive behaviors

Gaslighting, manipulative, delusional feelings

Escapism; Disappearing acts, runs from responsibility

Positive view:

Highly compassionate

Imagination and creativity serves to heal self and others

Spiritually attuned

Intuitive; Used psychic abilities for the benefit of others

-So.Kosmic 👽💜💫

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