#also the fact that the people who don’t understand will sometimes make fun of us for it

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

john green quit tumblr because of the cock monologue

No, he didn’t.

This all happened a long time ago, and my memory is imperfect, but here’s my memory: The cock monologue certainly hurt my feelings! But when people are trying to force someone out of a virtual space, they sometimes resort to behavior that is similar to bullying except it’s not completely identical to bullying because the person they’re making fun of has a lot of power. (As someone who got bullied a lot in school, the feeling was similar in 2014 but it wasn’t identical--because I was aware of the fact that I was okay, that what was in danger was certain aspects of my identity/self-value that I treasured but not my entire personhood itself.)

Anyway, it hurt my feelings, and still hurts my feelings when I see it shared (it feels to me like a joke about my sexuality, although I understand other people don’t see it that way; but yeah, you don’t know much about my sexuality and I don’t really want you to but it feels like a joke about that to me, which just bums me out). 

But all of that stuff is a side effect of my job and having been successful at it, and I like my job. It is a great job. All jobs have aspects that suck. My job has fewer such aspects than other jobs I’ve had.

So yeah, I did not quit tumblr because of the cock monologue. (I also did not ask tumblr to make reblogs un-editable.) .

I quit tumblr because a few people started to make extremely specific threats. One might, for instance, send me an ask that featured a google streetview screenshot of my home alongside a plan for breaking into it.

I was super scared of these people (or possible person pretending to be a few people?) because they seemed to have a lot of knowledge about me and my family. We lived in a normal middle-class neighborhood in Indianapolis and I felt very exposed and nervous all the time in my real life, and eventually the freaked-out feeling just got too big and that’s why I quit tumblr.

(Edited to add: I am aware that prominent people sometimes use death threats against them to portray themselves as victims and protect themselves against justified criticism for their bigotry or abusive behavior or whatever. I don’t want to do that; it’s important to note that I have a lot of resources and power and so was able to, for instance, move to decrease the threat, which a lot of people can’t do. But I also feel like not talking about the experience honestly has not really helped me or anyone.)

I SHOULD’VE quit tumblr much earlier--I needed to realize that people weren’t comfortable with me in their virtual spaces and that to them I came across as cringey or even creepy, but at the time, I wasn’t nearly self-aware enough to leave for any of those reasons, and plus there was a lot of pressure from movie studios etc to stay on the social Internet so I could continue to promote my books and the stuff around them. So I didn’t quit when I should’ve, and as a result had and caused quite a few negative experiences for people. I’m sorry about the role I had in causing those negative experiences. I should’ve had a better understanding of not just how I experienced myself but also how other people might experience me. That’s something i’ve worked on over the years but still come up short on sometimes.

At any rate, I might delete this later because it makes me feel a bit like all my nerves are exposed to the air but I did just want to clarify that the, like, Tumblr Legend of this whole thing is at minimum a bit over simplified. 

[jupitercomet]

Teddy

summary - All the people he cares about call him by a nickname, so he doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that you won’t. Especially because it’s so obvious that you have one.

It takes a night out celebrating your friend’s graduation, lots of alcohol, and Bradley’s eyes looking into yours as he gently takes your makeup off for you to finally reveal your nickname to him.

or

How Bradley got his name.

warnings - age gap relationship (Bradley is 38, reader is 25), language, mentions of drinking, brief mention of painkillers

word count - 1.4k

I’m back at it again with the Bradley = bear agenda (and my emotional support stuffed animal agenda) - bugs

i ain’t worried ‘bout it

As strange as it sounded at his age of 38, Bradley was used to people calling him by a nickname. Mainly it’s “Rooster”, a callsign he took a sense of pride in because it was his and he earned it. Sometimes it’s “Brad” or “Brad Brad”, that was usually when Natasha or Jake felt like teasing him—somewhat endearingly Mickey calls him “Brad Brad” entirely unironically and Bradley doesn’t have the heart to tell him it’s a stupid nickname. But really, it was “Rooster”.

And he didn’t realize how much he’d grown used to being called “Rooster” until the day you flat out refused.

“There’s no way I’m calling you that,” you almost laugh, popping a grape into your mouth as you and Bradley both sit over a fruit cup, a muffin, and two coffees in a Starbucks.

Bradley furrows his brows. “Why not?”

“Why not— That’s like if I called you ‘Cock’,” you scoff through a pineapple chunk. “You want me to call you ‘Cock’?”

“I would prefer it if you didn’t, thank you.” 

You swallow. “I rest my case. I’ll call you ‘Chicken’ maybe—but only if I’m making fun of you.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” Bradley reaches for a chunk of honeydew. He knows by now to eat it, you hate melon. “But seriously, what’s wrong with ‘Rooster’?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m not a pilot or your coworker. It’s not my nickname,” you shrug. In the middle of a Starbucks, Bradley finally wonders if he’d even want you to call him “Rooster”. Maybe he was just so used to people calling him something, that he never really thought about why they call him it in the first place.

“That… makes sense.”

“I know it does, Chicken.”

So you didn’t call him “Rooster”. Bradley doesn’t think you’ve ever called him “Rooster”, but there are times—really only when your defenses are down—that it seems like you want to call him something else. You mumble it sleepily, or when you’re distracted, in a voice that’s too quiet for Bradley to pick up. 

He doesn’t understand why you don’t just say it. Bradley calls you a plethora of nicknames from “princess” to “pretty girl”, but mainly “honey” because he remembers that’s what his parents called each other. Maybe he’s sentimental, but he likes to think the two of you have a “honey” kind of love. You’ve called him “babe” a couple times—unfortunately, “Chicken” also stuck—but for whatever reason you don’t really call him by nicknames.

And Bradley doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, but it does. Because all the people he cares about call him by a nickname, so he doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that you won’t. Especially because it’s so obvious that you have one. 

It takes a night out celebrating your friend’s graduation, lots of alcohol, and Bradley’s eyes looking into yours as he gently takes your makeup off for you to finally reveal your nickname to him.

“You look just like him,” you’re smiling dopily as Bradley wipes at your cheeks with a cloth.

Bradley hums offhandedly. “Look like who, honey?”

“You—” Bradley’s actions are stopped when your hands cup his cheeks and squish them together. “You have his eyes. That was the first thing I thought when I saw you. That you have his eyes.”

“What do you mean, honey?” Bradley words come out muffled through his squished lips and you continue to ramble on about some mysterious “him” that Bradley looks like.

“You remind me of him too, so much,” you nod along to yourself, ignoring Bradley’s furrowed brows. “Like when we sleep. Just like him.”

Bradley really tried not to jump to conclusions, but when he tucks you into bed and you let out a sleepy “I love you, Teddy” it feels like there was no other conclusion to jump to. Because how else could he interpret the way you told him that he reminds you of another man while also calling him another man’s name when you said you loved him? 

He went to sleep filled with dread about the next morning and woke up with that lingering pit in his stomach as you let out a low groan next to him. The small smile you give him in response to the water and painkillers he left for you the night before did nothing to calm his nerves either and he swallows thickly.

“Hey, can we… talk?”

You gulp down the last of the water, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I mean, I feel like shit right now, but sure.”

Bradley can’t even bring himself to laugh, shooting you a weak smile before clearing his throat. “Um, last night, you, uh, said some things. You— You told me that I look like some guy and that I remind you of him and… and you called me ‘Teddy’.” Bradley watches as your expression morphs into one of sheer mortification. “If I’m like a rebound or something, that’s fine—I mean, it’s not fine. It’s actually really not fine—but I’d rather you just tell me now.”

When Bradley finishes, you’re covering your face with your hands to muffle a loud groan. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

“Listen, I’m really trying to understand—”

“I was talking about a stuffed animal, Bradley.” Your words cause Bradley’s mouth to snap shut and, though you clearly look flustered, you’re finally able to look him in the eye. “You remind me of my teddy bear.”

Bradley blinks. “I— What?”

“I have this—God, this is so embarrassing—I have this teddy bear that I’ve had since I was a little kid and I can’t sleep without it. And the first time I spent the night here, I was super nervous because I didn’t bring him because who brings a teddy bear to a date? So I was worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but then we were cuddling and I actually slept really well. And you kinda look like him—I mean your eyes do—so… I was talking about a teddy bear,” you finish with a wince. As you had been rambling, your hands had crept farther back up your face until you were hiding behind your fingers again.

“I remind you of your teddy bear?” Bradley checks and you nod bashfully. “And that’s why you called me ‘Teddy’? Not because you’re in love with another guy?” You shake your head, squirming under his gaze as he just stares at you.

“You’re so fucking cute.” Suddenly, Bradley lunges forward, essentially tackling you to the bed as he kisses you with bruising lips. He swallows your squeak of surprise, his hands slipping under the worn shirt of his he put on you the night before.

His fingers brush against your sides and you wriggle with a laugh. “Bradley, that tickles!”

“That’s not my name, honey,” Bradley’s lips have moved to cover your face in kisses and he gently nips your cheek. “I’m not stoppin’ until you say my name.” 

Bradley’s tickling intensifies—now that it’s on purpose—and you light up with giggles. “Okay, okay, I’ll— Please, Teddy!”

Bradley grins widely, relaxing his fingers against your sides as you catch your breath. He kisses you again, but it’s more gentle this time, humming in content when your fingers weave through his hair. When he pulls away, he can’t help but grin again, and he flops onto the mattress next to you.

“You should bring him next time you spend the night.”

“Pooh Bear?” You turn to look at Bradley before clarifying, “That’s his name. He doesn’t look anything like Winnie the Pooh, I was just obsessed with the movies as a kid.”

Bradley smiles at your explanation, his large hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then, yeah, bring Pooh Bear next time.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’m takin’ over his job of taking care of you. He’d probably feel better if he met me and knew that he had nothing to worry about.” Bradley’s hand travels down to your hip and he plays with the hem of your shirt that’s ridden up.

A smile slowly grows on your face.

“—Or, if he’s so jealous that I have to fight him, I wanna see what I’m up against. Ya know, size him up before I make him eat his own stuffing.”

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[ghostingcrows]

I used to talk about this a lot but 

IDW Prowl is probably one of the most complex characters in the comics and I absolutely hate it when hes reduced down to “the asshole character”

Cause like

Yeah sure hes got a bit of a stick up his ass

But I feel like people just end there analysis of him there

Has he committed a lot of war crimes and done unethical stuff

Yes

But so has literally EVERYONE else in this universe

Starscream is literally the pinnacle of war crimes

The comics make a point calling out even Optimus for his questionable actions and orders during the war with the Dinobots saying he makes them do the dirty work for him

Megatron literally commits genocide and yet his story ends with an alternate version of him going free and exploring the universe with the LL

The literal war lord was treated better and is looked upon more positively than Prowl and I think it just came down to how fucked Prowl got by the writers

Because while Megatrons redemption was all in your face and you got a shit ton of flashbacks that try to justify the eventual atrocities he would commit you don’t get that with Prowl

Even when Prowl is absolutely in the right you constantly have it disregarded by characters making jokes about him overreacting (being mad OP is sending the space tyrant away with free reign of his own ship isn’t overreacting btw-) and as such you start to think of him as a genuinely irrational character when hes not

Prowl is bad at keeping the relationships he forms yes 

But he is not always at fault for that

While his relationship with CD ended poorly Chromedome is also shown to be kinda of a dick sometimes and commits his fair share of fucked up things such as when he literally ATTACKS PROWL AND FORCES HIS WAY INTO HIS MIND TO PROTECT HIMSELF FROM THE CONSEQUENCE OF HIS ACTIONS WHEN PROWL THREATENS TO TELL REWIND ABOUT THE SHITTY STUFF HE DID IN HIS PAST

This leads to Prowls inevitable snowball out of control when this attack leads to an opening for Bombshell (I think its been a while since I read the comics) to use his tech to mind control him forcing him into combining with the contructicons

Something we learn is an immensely intimate thing with their minds being kinda melded 

This was something Prowl did not want 

And when all was said and done and he was calmed down he still had to live with that gesalt he was forced into with them following him around like fanboys

Nobody ever even really stopped to check in on him 

And as such he understandable went a little bit insane

He had just faced an immensely traumatic invasion of his body and mind and on top of stress form feeling like everything was out of his control and like he couldn’t stop the bad things from happening alongside bitter emotions being brought back up with a return visit to Earth and reunion with spike AND the fact that he feels like Optimus doesn’t trust him and like hes just letting Starscream do whatever he want (something that understandably freaks him out seeing as how he spent 4 million years fighting Starscream) he just kinda snaps

He trys to destroy the space bridge so that no one else can leave or get through and so he can regain some semblance of control

Is it wrong

Yes

But he was not in a good state of mind and no one was helping him at all 

And immediately following his arrest afterward Prowl is confronted by OP who is supposed to be his friend and when Prowl doesn’t say the right things to him to placate him Optimus’ response is to punch him out a window and beat the shit out of him

And not being given any room to breath this is immediately follow up my him getting kidnapped by Tarantulas who is very obviously an impactful and negative part of his past

Prowl just has bad event, one after the other, happen to him over and over again and not only does no one check up on him afterwards to see if hes okay but everyone actively makes fun of him for being understandable unstable

Prowl is a fucking tragedy and not many people seem to be able to see beyond what characters in the comics think of him

#IDW #Prowl #IDW prowl #Asher writing entire essays about the complex nature of a character most people hate- #I will defend IDW Prowl to my death #and I know a lot of people like to point fingers at him for war crimes and questionable actions #but like again almost everyone in IDW has commited a few war crimes #and he was literally the second in command of the entire army #of course he would have had to take on the brunt of the shitty questionable orders #I also think its weird that so many characters point out hes always the one ordering the shitty stuff but never wants to get his hands dirty #but then OP does the same thing and literally ONLY the dinobots point it out #optimus prime #megatron #lost light #taurantulas #starscream

[thevirgincherry]

tw - sa mention, noncon mention, dark content discussed briefly but not explicitly

hi okay sorry for the unfathomable amount of bullshit clogging the tags the past few days. i keep seeing it labelled as gilfhub drama which is pissing me off as i haven’t said anything at all, i’ve stayed quiet throughout unless you follow me and read my posts. while i haven’t outwardly inserted myself into the situation im the one being witch hunted ig, i’m making one last statement which sounds way too serious for this corny and unserious situation.

anyway, i'm mostly making this for my own benefit, because i would feel more at peace after posting this lmfao. first of all, I’m being called a pedophile which is a fucking insanely serious claim to make with no concrete evidence! i’ve never written underage characters. if you’ve mistaken my ddlg content as pedophillia i beg you to get your brain checked! your skull must be so thick it couldn’t be caved in with a baseball bat. other than that i mainly write about LEGAL age gaps bc I am 19 and leon is fucking 47 as of now he is the creep actually.

i’m being called a rapist and a paedophile and all sorts of shit. im a victim of sa, it’s happened both at the hands of someone i trusted and at the hands of those i didn’t know well. some of my writing is to cope with this, none of my fics have ever romanticised rape and made it seem like something flowery and cute and fun? i don’t know who pulled that out of their ass but my fics that involve this sort of content are usually about toxic codependent relationships, it’s quite literally about trauma bonding.

this moves me onto my next point - people say this content belongs on ao3 and ao3 only. i don’t know if you’re 11 and new to the internet, to re fandom in fact, as dead dove has been a consistent theme within re fics since forever. since i was a kid i saw fics like that and even as a fucking 10 year old i managed to scroll and mind my business. tumblr has always had dead dove, when it rebranded and the guidelines changed they messed up their tagging system. this means that even if you tag tw incest it’ll remove your fic from the TAGS not from tumblr itself but from the tags as a whole. however, if you tag tw noncon your fic will stay up, it’s glitchy and dumb and shouldn’t be seen as a reliable source on why dead dove isn’t allowed on tumblr. that’s never been the case ever.

people who write dead dove don’t have to be victims and they don’t have to be mentally ill, they are also normal people with jobs who pay taxes and have normal fucking lives. because it’s simply fiction. people who read/watch american psycho are not murderers or rapists. people who watch any form slasher horror are not murderers. people who enjoy resident fucking evil and like wesker don’t fucking believe in eugenics. i could go on and on and on and on about so many different examples in extremely popular franchises.

as aforementioned, tumblr’s tagging system fucking sucks, so to combat this i give a warning even AFTER i explicitly tag my fics correctly that says ‘tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.’ for some reason I didn’t specify remove from the TAGS not from TUMBLR because tumblr doesn’t care 😭 that was totally my mistake for not checking if that disclaimer made sense but i guess i hoped the following sentence (‘as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags’) made it clear that i was simply speaking about tags. not tumblr removing my content.

if you are genuinely adults on this app, you should know that on the internet sometimes you will see things you don’t like! because it’s the internet and everyone is on here with their own opinions and their own tastes. it is YOUR responsibility to cater to your own needs by blocking content you don’t enjoy. so what another dark content blog pops up? as soon as you see a content warning you don’t like, BLOCK THE AUTHOR? or ignore it! scrolling is very simple. it’s insanely easy to mind your fucking business.

i'm kind of tired of the endless harassment both in the tags and in my inbox! if you are genuinely doing this in the name of victims and in their best interest just know you’re harming other victims in the process 😭 i am not easily triggered but the shit in my inbox is really gross and i got called a racial slur like… is fictional content that’s easy to block so deep to the point where you have to stoop that low? everyone copes how they cope, it’s not wrong and it never will be, psychologists recommend dark content as an outlet, you can literally google this. therapy is not a fix, it can’t fix mental illness. sometimes it doesn’t help. in my case counselling made everything worse. the ‘get help, get therapy’ comment comes from a place of privilege, not all of us have the money, the support system it takes to get therapy. some of us have had experiences where therapists discriminate against us. in my case that has happened, im a woc in britain they don’t care about us not about our psychical or mental health LMFAO.

im sure im missing a lot of what i originally wanted to say here, but overall i honestly wanted to clear my name of the pedo allegations lmfao because i’ve never written anything like that about underage characters or readers. anyway if any of you have a brain you can block dark content creators in a few easy steps! sorry again for yapping in such a formless, inarticulate way but i'm kind of exhausted by all the stupidity 😭

overall, dark content creators shouldn’t be allocated a little hovel in the corner of the internet in which they should privately discuss matters. we’re allowed to post it freely because CONTENT WARNINGS EXIST. dead dove will always be a thing and always has been. just because i post my content doesn’t mean it’s open for harassment and death threats and rape threats or anything? you can be an adult and get on with your day! and if you really need an outlet go talk to friends with the same opinions as you! i see ooc leon fluff all the time everyday and i don’t give a shit, i move on because leon isn’t real.

i pride myself on characterisation and if you have so obsessively read my fics to point out and circle random words in red that don’t correlate like we’re in a fucking crime show, then you would know that half the time i actually flesh out his character, i hate posting smut alone. i simply like exploring topics that are dark both to cope with my own problems and because i think they’re interesting to write about. however, as soon as something is mildly dark and sexual you guys cry mischaracterisation. leon also isn’t lighting candles and throwing rose petals but I don’t fucking judge what people write because if I don’t like I don’t read!

i promise, posting screenshots of my fics untagged with no warning is more harmful as you’re showing it to people who didn’t ask to fucking see it. i promise that harassing me will do nothing for you, you’re literally just sending vile shit to a real person who has struggled with the things she writes about LMFAO sorry again for yapping. i genuinely want to move on and post my regular shit but this has consumed the entire leon tag and i feel like im partly responsible. if you did get through this thank you! it’s mainly just ramblings and not read over so excuse me once again

#leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #tw sa mention #tw discourse

[chamiryokuroi]

My thoughts on Tim Drake: Robin #10 heavy spoilers under the cut

First of all got to say it wasn’t a bad ending if we consider they had to wrap up this arc in such a short amount of time, gotta give it to Meghan she managed to figure out a way to answer as many questions as possible and give us a relatively good ending for a series that I feel was canceled with no reason.

You can definitely feel that the story was planned to be done in more issues, the building blocks are all there for an amazing arc and it is sad we had to condense it all in one issue.

Now into a more in depth analysis of the comic of my favorite parts.

The Labyrinth was such and interesting point I wish we could have seen more of, specially with the fact this is the cult if Dionysus.

I absolutely adore the fact that Bernard is fully aware of Tim’s identiry because we get such funny interactions like this where Pie honestly thinks Tim is cheating on Bernard with Robin, and that panel of Bernard laughing because of that is one of my favorites for sure, boy is having so much fun, as he should.

Now in a more serious tone, this two panels tells us so much of how Tim feels, how insecure he is of his own place, not only on his family, but in the world as a whole. That second panel specifically where we see Bernard having fun while Tim is just on the bg, knowing how hard it must be for Tim to wrap his head around his sexuality even now, a year after coming out and starting dating Bernard, this feels realistic, sometimes when you come out later in life it feels as if you do not fit exactly with the community, and it can be hard to find your place.

If I had a nickel for every time a creepy cult tried to recruit Tim into their ranks I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it is weird that it keeps happening.

This is honestly another point that feels like it was meant to be explored for longer before the cancelation notice came. At least it gives us an explanation of why Kate was acting the way she was, it took me a while to get it but basically after Tim saved Bernard from the cult back in Urban Legends Kate went around hunting down those that managed to escape, one of them being the son of this man that appears to be the leader of the cult, the son then took his own life and Kate was taken into the labyrinth, were we know Tim was being pumped with some hallucinogen gas of some sort, depending on how long she was on the labyrinth before managing to escape that might explain her memory loss, again this is all theorizing with what we are given since there wasn’t much space for it to be explain as it should.

And now we go back to Bernard who is looking around for Tim, going to all the people that knew him as Robin, and then those words “Tim takes care of everyone… but sometimes he needs someone to take care of him” hits me straight on the feels, Bernard is such a supportive boyfriend, he is definitely what Tim needs, someone that is there for him, not only for Tim, but also Robin.

Also the fact that Bernard is making his own homemade bat-signal with his hands is just adorable to me. Boy could had probably drove to Bruce’s house, but he doesn’t need Bruce’s help right now, he needs Batman.

And of course Batman responds. Bruce why were you following Bernard? Anyways, yet another great speech from Bernard “I thought you might be a ghost. Or you weren’t real. But the truth is you look sort of normal. Like regular-people normal.” Leave it to Bernard to understand exactly what Batman is, just a normal man trying to help as best as he can.

And then he says Tim needs help, not Robin, Tim. This is just Bernard out right telling Bruce “I know, and I don’t care, because Tim is in problem and you got to find him”

And then we get the best thing, Bernard, and Tim’s friends and family, rushing in to save him, just as he was losing hope of managing to leave the labyrinth alive. Absolutely in love with Bernard’s long ass coat.

And then we get to my favorite page. The uncertainty if it is really him or another hallucination, the confirmation that it is him, it is Bernard, here to save Tim. The hug, the way Tim is holding Bernard’s face, the only thing that would had made this better would had been a kiss.

And then we get to the ending, not much to say here, I just love these two pages, Tim just finally realizing he doesn’t need to be anyone else, that he can be himself and that he is right where he belong, and that he can be happy with that. The best ending we could have hope for with what we were allowed to have.

There are obviously many questions left unanswered.

What was exactly the Cult of Dionysus? Where did it came from?

What’s going on with Bernard’s parents?

What’s up with Moriarty? Who was his boss? What was his deal with Robin/Tim??

I am sad TD:R ended the way it did, had it been given the time to develop I feel it would had gotten better. But I am glad we managed to get as much as we did, now we just have to wait and see what will DC do now with Tim, and if Bernard will stay relevant or will they brush him under the rug.

#dc #tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #this makes no sense but I just had to speak out #td:r spoilers #spoilers

[dekusleftsock]

I thought everyone was exaggerating when people kept bringing up the whole “bakugou says he’s Kacchan bc of kaminari” thing, but they actually believe that… what?

WHAT

Literally how do you guys function

AND THEY CALL ME DELULU???????

It’s such a stretch too. Like “oh yeah he said Kacchan no Bakugou in this movie” ITS NOT EVEN IN THE MANGA HELLO???

The whole reason Kaminari calls Katsuki Kacchan is because he’s making fun of him. It’s poking fun at the fact that Katsuki can’t say anything or get mad at Kaminari because then it would raise the question, “Well why can Midoriya say it?”

He literally side eyes him every time he does it but ultimately doesn’t react because he can’t. He can’t if he wants to keep up the act that he is uninterested in what Izuku represents, who he is.

SO WHY, IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK, WOULD IT BE KAMINARI?

WHO is present in this battle?

WHO is the person that made eye contact with him the second he woke up?

WHO is the one that grabbed his hand immediately upon Katsuki flinging himself towards them??

I don’t think THEY even believe it either, I think it’s just some way to cope and explain away the fact that this moment is inherently romantic.

Because I don’t think he’s making fun of the name Kacchan, I think he’s wearing it proudly. I don’t think it’s a joke at all. It’s a joke in the disbelieving way—the way you act when you’ve made an enormous accomplishment or won some prize, and you just can’t help but act absolutely insane at the fact. Because it’s funny that you’re here, in this situation. It’s hilarious in that disbelieving way.

Because he’s laughing at the truth, he’s been laughing at nothing this ENTIRE CHAPTER.

“Ouch! Haha! I’m so fast!”

“I can’t even stop! Ha! Ouch!”

Note: (I’m not using the official translations because for some reason they lack the maniacal crazed laughter and I’m confused as to why?? I even checked with pikahlua and they specified that there was laughing so…. I’m confused.)

What’s even weirder about this is the fact that afo also says (in pikahlua’s translations) “just who is this brat?!” Instead of “what is wrong with him” which implies less crazed bakugou ness imo. Confused as to why, again.

Because this can’t be happening.

Now, I know it could very well be him teasing afo and calling him dumb, saying basically “you’re too young/old to even know how to pronounce my name, use Kacchan instead like the child you are.” Especially since in the context of names like Katsuki’s, he has that tsu sound that can be hard for children to pronounce. (I’m not 100% on this but I’m pretty sure that the u sound is also meant to be silent since it’s a double consonant. So Katsuki’s name is technically pronounced “Ka-ts-ki”)

BUT IDK I THINK HES JUST FUCKED AND A LITTLE CRAZY RN!

That maniacal laughter at the fact that he’s in pain, the disbelief that he may even surpass Izuku, to me it’s holding a double meaning. The meaning that afo is dumb and needs to be treated like the child he is, and the meaning behind the fact that it’s a name Izuku owns for him. That’s his.

It can be both.

It’s not fucking Kaminari. It was never Kaminari. Even if you don’t read it as the second definition it’s still not about Kaminari.

But it’s also undeniable that it has to do with Izuku some way some how.

I also believe that the western side of the fandom is making an extra big deal out of this because, to us, we don’t really have a proper understanding of what a nickname like Kacchan means in its cultural context.

We can TRY to understand, comparing it to endings with ie or y given to children, and then sometimes going with that nickname into adulthood, but it still has its own distinct cultural context. Because a name like “Gracie” over “Grace” does to an extent sound childish, but I have a feeling that -chan has its own childish feeling. There’s a reason none of Katsuki’s other friends in middle school call him Kacchan, and there’s a reason Kaminari decides to make fun of him for the name in the first place.

I just think it’s important to use our thinking brains before we start yapping about things we don’t quite understand yet :)

Like it’s so unbelievably important to understand that horikoshi won’t tell you what’s happening in his story and why, he’ll show you instead BECAUSE HES A GOOD FUCKING WRITER

If it was about Kaminari, he would have specified, but he didn’t. He showed you that Kacchan is Izuku’s nickname for Katsuki, and he showed you that Katsuki cared more about Izuku than he let on for a long time. Just like he showed you that Izuku pushes down his emotions, showed you that Izuku struggles with projection and anger, showed you that Ochako was the one with this crush and not Izuku, and showed you that the feelings he had about Katsuki were deeper than anyone had realized.

He showed you parallels, he specified the important parallels that you absolutely had to see as a viewer (ex toga and ochako), just as he showed you the ones that were more subtle but still there (ex toga and deku). He showed you the pieces, and that doesn’t make his character’s underdeveloped or unspecified, that’s just how writing fucking works. “Good writing” DOESNT MEAN that you have to be pulled along through your baby steps with your hand held, the fact that you don’t get it is on you. Reading comprehension is a learned skill that has to be practiced over and over again, and that is not the writers job. The writer is only supposed to deliver you their story, and however you decide to misconstrue that story is, and hear me out friends, on you.

So I’m sorry if I’m tired of hearing arguments like “toga is a predator and Horikoshi wrote her to be horny”… she’s supposed to represent love. I’m sorry if the representation he made of love was uncomfortable for you, but maybe that’s the point? Because she’s an outcast? Because she’s supposed to be hard to empathize with, but that we have to empathize in the first place?

Arguments like “Katsuki was referencing a joke about Kaminari bc Kaminari said this in this movie” is just about the largest fucking reach I’ve ever seen. And I know, I know that when bkdk eventually get their implied or canonical ending that people are going to be mad. They’ll blame shippers for pressuring him, or they’ll say he’s a bad writer, or they’ll send him homophobic slurs because “how dare the character I see myself in be gay”. And I’m done with the stupidity and lack of common god damn sense.

So if you are going to be upset by the fact that you’re going to be proven wrong, then I again say, it’s on you.

#bkdk #midoriya izuku #mha deku #bkdk brainrot #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #bnha deku #mha analysis #deku midoriya #Katsuki You’re safe for now you won’t be hit like Izuku will #but you used to make me want to Detroit smash you into a wall 24/7 #ily…. #anyway the girls can do no wrong that’s why they aren’t getting hit :) Toga and Ochako are too good for you Izuku #THEYRE MY WIVES #MINE #anyway this took more of a fandom focus than I thought it would #it’s just like. wow. yeah. #i mean… I learned how to analyze the media I liked better over the past three or so years I’ve been lurking in this fandom #there’s nothing wrong with not getting it #but REFUSING TO? holy shit man. that’s. wow. #yeah.. I don’t like you if you refuse to read or think in other pov’s #because reading othe pov’s can genuinely be eye opening in so many ways #I STILL read izu//ocha analysis #I’m interested in how the mindset works #and to me it seems as though they analyze and consume it by reading it at its most base level #‘ochako likes deku and toga is going to show her that she can love him freely’ type of thing #and it ignores a lot of coded dialogue and the Japanese nuance within what is said #yk. unless it has to do with ‘Kacchan no Bakugou’. #ugh #they don’t even know that he’s saying it like ‘Kacchan of the bakugou clan’ bc hes making it some grand announcement and old timey

[honey-flustered]

Too Quiet (Fluff)

YoungDad!Steve Harrington x YoungMom!Reader

Summary: You and Steve finally get a moment of peace until you’re reminded that you’re parents of two rambunctious toddlers and a puppy. Sometimes, quiet’s never a good sign.

A/N: This fluffy thought came to me because I have a toddler niece and whenever she gets quiet we know she’s never up to any good. This also goes out to the parents who just need a little break from time to time. (Note: this has also been in my drafts for so long)

Word: 1.6k+

You appreciated the mundane. Boring can be good sometimes. Like for instance, neither you or Steve had any work that needed to be done. No errands, no chores, no 8-12-16 hour shifts. It was just a simple day where the two of you got to relax.

You found yourselves so comfortable, in fact, you hadn’t recognized that you were laid on the couch with your back against his chest, scrolling on your phone until he randomly cleared his throat.

You jolt up, looking back at him. “Whoa! When’d you get here?”

He looks up from his book, reading glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. “I sacrifice my need to get up and pee for like 2 hours just to be your body pillow. My legs are asleep.”

You roll yourself around, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. It’s just so nice having these moments of downtime.”

He kisses your nose. “I understand, love. I’m really glad we don’t always have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I like the comfortable silence.”

“Me too,” You grin. “Sometimes, I don’t always want to talk. Sometimes, I just want to scroll through my phone or eat a whole pot of mac ‘n’ cheese all by myself without the necessary judgment.”

“Weird way of bringing that up…but I get it.” Steve chuckles. “And you know what—since we’re throwing things out there—I’m so over people believing that being ‘boring’ is synonymous to being ‘old’. I mean, if I prefer staying home over going to parties it doesn’t mean I’m not still King Steve.”

“Exactly! Boring is the new fun! Like vanilla sex…it isn’t so bad.”

“It’s fantastic! We don’t always need the theatrics. It’s just so extra to have freaky sex all the time. Um, waiter, I’d like vanilla sex with a side of missionary please.”

You snort at his dorkiness. “I have to admit that I don’t always care to drink when we go out. I don’t always want to be a tipsy ditz all the time. Sometimes when I’m out with my friends, they make me feel bad about ordering just wine so I just lie and say that I’m drinking vodka when it’s only water in my glass. I’m just really good at pretending I’m drunk.”

“You’re goddamn Meryl Streep and Viola Davis combined when you act drunk, baby. I could use some pointers. I don’t always want to drink either but the boys…” Steve groans. “It’s always ‘Steve, chug down this beer’ and never ‘Steve, would you like some chamomile tea.’ I don’t drink tea but I just might start if someone offers me.”

“I’d offer you since you’re taking interest. Would you like me to make you some now?”

“Maybe later,” Steve curls his arms around you tight. “I like talking about being boring with you.”

“Yeah, I could be boring with you all the time. Like if I decided to crochet some shit for the hell of it, you wouldn’t judge.”

“Course I wouldn’t. I think you’d be the best crocheter ever and that’s saying a lot because there are a lot of great ones out there. I know this because I watched a youtube tutorial of crochet making…in full. I don’t plan to make a not one piece but I watched it anyway because I had time,” Steve shrugs. “And sometimes, even when I have plenty of time, I don’t always feel like styling my hair.”

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. “Not the hair!”

“I can be too cool for cool.” He smiles smugly.

“I wanna wear a oversized clothes.” You rush out.

“You deserve it! I’ve seen the kind of clothes you’ve had to wear. Super tight. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. I don’t always wanna dress in the latest fashion either.”

“I hate going to the beach nowadays. I get sand in all of my crevices and I end up finding sand around the house even weeks after.”

“I hate driving too fast.”

“I like gardening.”

“I like socks with sandals.”

“I’ve been leaning into buying those portraits with the words on them that say things like “home is where the heart is” or some corny thing like that”

“Eww, you mean the ‘live, laugh, love’ crap,” He laughs. “I’m sorry but we’re not that old.”

“Oh, please, I’m sure you’ve got worse.”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I guess I’ve always wanted to ask an employee if they’re working hard or hardly working.”

“Oh, nooo!” You cringe. “That’s horrible. Do you want them to hate you?”

“Alright, so I’m that kind of old, too.” He admits defeat.

“I think mom jeans aren’t as bad as everyone makes them to be.”

“I think dad jokes are the epitome of comedy and I’ve brushed up on some.”

“Ooo, tell me one!” You beam excitedly.

“Okay. What do you call a nose with no body?”

“What?”

“Nobody knows."

You both join in laughter which soon dies down when the gears in each of your heads began to turn. The two of you stare in space, speechless and reflective of the conversation.

“Although, it is a bit quiet,” You say, breaking the silence. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, too quiet.”

“Not boring, though.”

“No, not boring. It’s a good boring if it is. But it’s like…something’s missing. Like we’re forgetting something important.”

“Or someone important?”

“Some…ones…” Steve says in a reflective tone, then his eyes bug out and so do yours as you come to the same realization.

The two of you exchanged looks and simultaneously yell. “Our babies?!”

The two of you jump up from the couch and heading in any direction the two believed the boys were in. You checked the pantry, he checked in the bottom cabinets. He checked the in the boys closet, you checked underneath the bed.

“How could have forgotten about them for two hours?!” Steve exclaims. “We’re terrible people! They’re literally all the reasons why we’re so old and boring now so how can we have forgotten?!”

“They’ve handled themselves just fine alone, babe.” You say trying to comfort him.

“You and I both know that when it gets quiet it’s never a good sign. They’re like Max from Max and Ruby and you know how sociopathic that bunny could be. Little Baby Blue hasn’t barked in 2 hours either. What could they have possibly done to him?” Steve says while running his hands through his hair.

The sounds of giggling from the master bedroom is enough to shake you and Steve to your core. The boys were for sure in there and possibly doing something that will cost you a lot of money to repair.

“For all we know they’ve just created armagedon in there,” You say, darting your eyes between the bedroom door and Steve. “Whatever happens, whatever we see…we must prepare ourselves. Some things may be damaged beyond repair and most likely there will be a lot of cleaning up to do…but we mustn’t take out our anger on the children. They’re children who are simply practicing their exploration and discovery skills.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who found your game console submerged in a toilet bowl,” He clutches his chest. “You don’t know my pain.”

You groan, hearing more laughter from the boys. “What do think it is this time? Paint on the walls? The forbidden mudpie cake? Fisher Price Guillotine?”

“I don’t know. That’s the terrifying part. They always come up with the darnedest things,” Steve holds out his hand. “Hold it please, I’m not ready for this horror show.”

You swallow hard, taking his hand. Opening the masters bedroom, you see the twins with their thumbs in their mouths watching Saturday cartoons on the large bed. Little Baby Blue is wedged between the boys, relaxing as they both pet him with their free hands. Their eyes immediately dart to the two of you standing in the doorway like you’d just interrupted a nice moment.

“Mommy.” Oslo smiles and runs up to you.

“Daddy!” Bear runs into Steve’s arms.

“My boys,” You say in relief. “Mommy and Daddy are so sorry for not checking on you. We were very, very tired.”

“Das kay, mommy,” Oslo says, snuggling into your tummy. “Blue’s here with us.”

“Blue even gave us some things to eat.” Bear points to one side of the bed which was full of snacks from the pantry.

“I was wonderful where the Oreos went.” Steve says.

You pet Blue. “That’s a good boy! Maybe next time go for the healthier options in the fridge.” The dog huff and you raise your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut you some slack. I know how hard it is watching two toddlers.”

“I’m going to whip us up some lunch and then we’ll go to the park for family fun day. How’s that sound, boys?” Steve says.

The boys jump up and down excitedly with Steve hyping up their mood. “Ok, but you have to go and get ready real quick. Think you two can do that like the big boys you are?”

“Yes!” They shout at once.

“Go on then after come down for the famous Harrington men’s sandwich.”

The boys run out of the room, Blur chasing after them.

You lean in to whisper to your husband, still in shock. “Everything’s neat. The boys were actually angels the entire day. Thanks to babysitter Blue.”

“I guess those two were having a relaxed day, too.” Steve quips.

Oslo enters the room, tugging your sweater. “Mommy, can you help me find my favorite sho”

“You mean the light up ones?”

Oslo nods and you take his hand, “Come on, we’ll look together.”

“Then, I’ll help Bear get dressed. We’re going to beat you guys!” Steve teases.

You all laugh enjoying the friendly competition. Although, you enjoyed the times where things get quiet. You couldn’t trade the moments of chaos and fun with your family for the world.

#steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x you fluff #stranger things fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #dad!steve harrington #mom!reader #Steve harrington x fem!reader #joe keery fanfiction

[devildom-moss]

Could you write some headcannons of how the brothers would react to MC having absolutely none of their sin in them? I've seen headcannons of if MC being full of their sin, but not the latter.

So i was hoping if you could write something about that, thank you.

Sincerely, 💜

Thank you for the request~ This was kind of fun to think about and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons. And I'm going to refer to you as "💜anon" in the tags, okay?

MC without the brother’s sins (the reactions are only them reacting to your lack of their personal sin)

(suggestive for Asmo)

Lucifer

It didn’t take long for Lucifer to notice your lack of his sin. The more he took a liking to you, the more desperate he became to crush your humility. It’s frustrating for him. He can’t bring himself to understand why you don’t feel the same pride in yourself that he feels for you. The most painful moment for him was when you failed to brag to Solomon about forming a pact with him; no one had ever made a pact with Lucifer – let alone with all seven of the brothers. He was so proud of you, and it was such an accomplishment, but you deflected the compliments, claiming that you had the help of the other brothers along the way.

“I couldn’t have formed a pact with you without the help of your brothers,” you had admitted to Lucifer once. It broke his heart.

Why can’t you understand that so many of the good things that have happened to him (and the Devildom as a whole) are all because of you? Haven’t you earned a bit of pride? Sometimes, although he hides it well, your lack of his sin makes Lucifer feel guilty. If you of all people can’t be prideful, what right does he have?

Mammon

Your lack of greed confounds Mammon. What isn’t to love about gold and luxury goods? There are so many material things to desire – how could you not want it all?

It took Mammon a while to realize that you had so little of his sin in you. He’s used to his brothers not taking an interest in his money making schemes, but you’re on a different level. You never actively seek out more money or power than you need. Even though he doesn’t understand how or why you’re like that, he accepts it without judgment. The only time it bothers him is when he gets the urge to spoil you with gifts that you don’t need or particularly desire. It’s part of how he shows love, and the fact that you can’t appreciate him sharing his wealth as much you might if you contained just a bit of greed can be hard for him, but as long as he can find some way to express his affection without having to actually say it, it doesn’t matter too much.

Leviathan

Your lack of envy compounds Leviathan’s envy. How could you be so content with yourself? He understands it in a way; you’re so amazing to him. As much as he admires you and doesn’t want you to feel jealousy as deeply as he does, he also wants what you have, and the fact that he can’t get rid of his sin breaks him. It feels so unfair. On occasion, Levi wishes he could bring out your envy somehow – which only makes him feel guilty.

Being around an MC without envy can send Levi into a spiral. You can make him so insecure and guilty that he gets down on himself even more. At the same time, your lack of sin also makes him want you more – as if your lack of jealousy could ease his. After all, if someone like you, who is so good and content, can enjoy being around him, maybe he isn’t so bad. Maybe if he can keep you by his side, he’ll have one less thing to covet.

Satan

Satan feels hurt and misunderstood by your lack of his sin. Even when you feel anger, it doesn’t shift into wrath. How could you be so forgiving? Don’t you ever feel the need for vengeance? The rage that rests in Satan, just waiting to erupt and harm whoever gets in his path, starts to feel irrational and invalid – as if Satan has no right to his innate sin. He didn’t used to feel ashamed of his outburst or acts of vengeance before you. Regardless of how much wrath you have, Satan wants to do better and control his wrath for you, but an MC completely void of his sin furthers that desire.

On the other hand, Satan worries that your lack of wrath might mean that someone can hurt you and get away with it. As such, he quietly dedicates himself to having enough wrath for the both of you. If anyone harms you, he’ll take it into his own hands. He may not want to unleash his wrath around you, but he’s pleased to unleash it for you.

Asmodeus

It hurt Asmo when he realized you weren’t expressing any lust towards him; he took it personally, but when he realized you didn’t feel lust for anyone else, it made him feel better. He still wants to be close to you, and on occasion, he’ll try to seduce you just to see whether you still don’t feel any lust towards him. If you ask him to stop, he will, though. He doesn’t feel any resentment towards you, and he doesn’t feel particularly bad about himself over your lack of his sin. He understands that you’re just different.

The one thing that he does feel guilty about is how much he fantasizes about corrupting you. Even though he understands that will probably never happen, he keeps that wicked thought deep in his chest and just tries to show you love in the ways you accept from him. As much as he tries to control himself, he occasionally touches himself to the thought of you, moaning your name some nights. He would be mortified if you found out – horrified that you would cease to love him if you knew.

Beelzebub

Beel’s gluttony primarily manifests through his obsession with and adoration for food. It’s so central to him, so it makes him sad that you don’t enjoy food the same way he does. He wants to share food with you and allow you to overindulge with him, but the fact that you never indulge in excess disappoints him. However, he’s used to his unsatisfiable hunger being misunderstood by everyone – including his family. Beel isn’t hurt by your inability to be a glutton with him. He still offers you food, hoping deep down that he can tempt you into overindulgence in the way most familiar to him. Sometimes, especially when he has had a rough day, refusing food from him causes the smallest pout to find his lips.

After food, the only other vice Beel would prioritize to a point of gluttony is his love for you. You make him feel so good – better than a good meal on an empty stomach – and when he craves you, he wants to take and take and take. The thought that you may not crave him and need him as deeply as he wants you can hurt him. He knows that part of the depth of his desire is a symptom of his sin, but he can’t understand how something as beautiful as loving you in excess could be sinful.

Belphegor

Belphie worries about you, wondering if your lack of sloth also means you don’t rest when you should. A healthy relationship with rest is difficult for him to fathom – and who could blame him when his siblings aren’t the best at maintaining a good sleep schedule (they’re all guilty of staying up too late, waking up in the middle of the night, or not resting when they’re tired). Furthermore, he doesn’t understand how you could consistently find motivation and stave off the melancholy that plagues him. However, he takes joy in trying to tempt you to indulge in his sin a bit – to just do nothing and have no desire to do anything and just lay in bed, lazing around with him.

More than anything, though, he’s really happy you don’t have much – if any – of his sin in you. The constant exhaustion and the occasional deep pits of immobilizing emptiness are things he would rather you never experience. He’s especially fond of the moments where your lack of sloth means he can fall asleep in your arms or on your lap while you work or read – the moments where you enable him to rest well. He’s also overjoyed when your ability to get up in the morning means you’re the one waking him up for school or whatever plans he has that day. Seeing your face as soon as his eyes open from a good night’s sleep is worth so much more than you two understanding his sin in the same way.

#ask #💜 anon #requests #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #obey me demon brothers #anon #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[vexy-hexy]

I hope this isn't a hot take, but Scott Cawthon is a shitty writer

The reason the lore makes no fucking sense is because he just randomly adds or retcons things with no explanation and, at this point, I think he just enjoys watching people (especially MatPat) go crazy theorizing

Like, the man may as well have confirmed dream theory a few years ago, only to go "wait, never mind, here’s Sister Location and everything is real, I promise"

I doubt even Scott understands his own story because it was written with the same grace and talent as an edgy middle school kid trying to write the next Jeff the Killer, so they shove everything they think is cool into the story, whether or not it fits

People say "oh, he didn't realize it would be more than (however many) games. He didn't plan that far ahead," but that excuse should only get you so far when you are writing a story

It's pretty clear that after at least game 4 (some say game 3, so I'm being nice), he stopped caring about the story and began just duct taping things he thought were interesting into a story that could've been wrapped up with MAYBE 5 games (1, 2, 3, 4, and pizzeria Sim with something in the other four to explain Baby and Molten Freddy, or get rid of them, I don't care), but instead it's a cluster fuck of weird details that DON’T MAKE SENSE

Look, I think a lot of us, myself included, can sometimes confuse a good CONCEPT with a good STORY

The storytelling of FNAF is dog shit, but the concept is just SO good, which is why people like the FNAF VHS tapes so much: these people are able to take a terrifying and interesting concept and make a truly good implied horror story with it in the way Scott NEVER could

And don't get me started on the books: First, they're not canon, then they're canon, but also, some stories may only be canon in another alternate universe or something, but if you actually want to understand something, you need to read some of the books

Your story should not have to be told across multiple different media for it to be even SLIGHTLY coherent. It's fine if you want to add in details that aren't too important to understanding the entire thing (like, we don't specifically need to know the names of each kid William killed, but it's a cool fact to know. Or maybe expand on how Freddy's and the incidents affected different people), but, as cool as it was, Golden Freddy being possessed by two children is a pretty crucial point to the rest of the series to be in just some activity book that so easily could've been overlooked as something fun to do related to FNAF (IMO)

Not to mention, we apparently can't even agree on the name of the Crying Child who, I think, was the catalyst for this entire story (because we can't even seem to agree if Elizabeth or CC died first)

TL;DR FNAF is a great concept, and it's been shown that it can make a great story by people who are much more skilled than Scott Cawthon (or maybe they just care more about this series than it's own creator, I don't fucking know)

Also, sorry if I'm incoherent or get anything wrong, I typed this while I was incredibly tired, but I did try to edit it as much as I could the past few days

#fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf games #fnaf rant #rant #rant post #vent #scott cawthon #sorry but I've been hold this in for so long #I'm scared of the reactions I may get #fnaf vhs

[awarmbowlofhomemadesoup]

How to Build Resilience in Long Fanfic Writing

Sometimes, when a fanfic goes past 20 chapters, people who had been commenting, began to lose interest. Maybe you'll start doubting your skill or whether you "have what it takes" to be a writer, even if you're doing it for fun.

But maybe you see all those beautifully written but unfinished long fics and mourn that they'll never be finished (for the writer's valid reason or another). And you don't want that to happen to yours.

There is also an advantage to completing long fics: you develop the discipline to write original novels which can take far longer.

So if you're in for the long haul and you want to stay steady and true despite whatever popularity your fic may have, here's how to have the resilience to finish it to the end.

(Disclaimer: this is not a reason to stop commenting on fics)

#1 Whatever You Think You're Owed, Let It Go.

Accidentally quoting Elsa aside, I'm talking about comments. Comments validate and can make you learn new things about your fics through other people's eyes.

But when you see a high-to-low ratio between kudos and comments, you may feel like you are owed.

When you push yourself to complete three long chapters and publish them all in the same day and only get one response, it can feel like people are being mean.

The truth is, we'll never know why the people who loved our fics will not talk to you about them.

Maybe they forget there's a person behind the fic.

Maybe they're having a bad day and just want to shut down after reading something enjoyable.

But whatever the case is, it's beyond your control.

This post said it best (shoutout to @radioactive-earthshine) :

"Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don’t comment - even if they say they do, they don’t... Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don’t comment. You just have to accept it.

I'm not saying you force yourself to let it go now. But someday, you will need to let it go, and control what you can which is you.

#2 Put Your Life First Before Your Readers

I have to say this because sometimes writers would have thoughts like "I haven't written for a long time; people must be wondering about it." Nope. Stop. Not worth it.

Creating is fun, but it is also exhausting. Add into the fact that most of us have 8-hour jobs or classes.

The reason you haven't written for a long time is that other aspects of your life deserve your time and energy, too. And after all that, you would be understandably tired.

So put your life first before your readers.

#3 Make Preparations to Replenish Your Soul

Long fanfic writing is energy and time-consuming. But you cannot depend on external validation to make up for it.

External validation in the form of comments can be good because we don't want to imagine it's all in our heads. But seeking it too much leads to what I've read in the book, "Ego is the Enemy":

"If outside validation is your only source of nourishment, you will hunger for the rest of your life."

So before posting a chapter, list down what you can do to replenish your soul after. Treating myself to a cafe one time helped. So is taking walks when the air is cool.

To stop anticipating responses too much, what works for me is to post on Wednesday. Wednesday is when people are less busy. At the same time, when the weekend comes, I don't obsess over it so much and can focus on other aspects of my life or replenish my energy for the next week.

In the commitment to complete a long fic, it's important to be honest with yourself. This is to be transparent with your needs and watch out for any signs of burnout, like feeling sad and tired. If you need to walk away from your fic for a while, then do it.

#3 This is Between You and Your Creation

Yes, fandom should be two-way street. Yes, fandom shouldn't treat fanfics and fan arts like commodity. And yes, there should be interaction and engagement. But before all that, there is this thing between you and your creation first and foremost.

Just as a story has to have a "why", remember why you thought you should write your long fic. Your reason may change over time, but when you remember your "why", you remember your true goal to keep going.

#4 Write like No One is Reading

This is a perk I adapted when I only get two responses if I'm lucky after updating a fic that has more than a hundred subscribers. If people barely react, then you're free to write whatever you please in your story as if you're dancing like no one is watching. Just have fun improving your skills.

This is similar to an inspiring section of the same post that I've found:

"10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists."

#5 Cherish the Rare Friends You Find Along the Way

Sometimes, we get lucky and get something better than a hundred people interacting with our fic -we find a friend we would make in the way of writing the long fic that we dared to write. And they're the ones who would cheer you on and cry and laugh with you about the shared stories. Cherish them.

(dedicated to @lightreader1)

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction.net #ao3 fanfic #fic

[fennecfics-the-simp-king]

Cuphead Show! King Dice & Devil x Reader preferences (romantic):

Heyyyy I’m gonna be posting more x Reader stuff here. Also some words are censored because Tumblr is a meanie and won’t let me swear in my fanfiction-

The gender for (Y/n) is vague, but it does have menstrual cycle preferences mixed in, along with some talk about these two respecting pronouns and that jazz so, yeah.

Hope it’s a fun read, I might post more of these guys.

Being in a (romantic) relationship with The Devil would include:

• It’s actually hard for him to fall in love or even trust others, so it’ll take a while for him to say “I love you”.

• Though the first time he’ll ever say “I love you” (most likely after a few months of you two dating) it is immediately followed by a scrunch of the face and him going. “That was… strange..” 

• He forces you to live in Hell with him, and only lets you visit Earth on special occasions. Family stuff, friends, but other than that YOU’RE STAYING!!

• He’s so dramatic whenever he has to cut his nails. He’ll run away from you, or hide. Once, while trying to find him to cut his nails, you found him on the ceiling.

• Despite hating his nails being cut, he will literally beg you to paint his nails. He won't just do one color though, he likes to change it up a bit. Sometimes he'll ask for grey, gold, red, but he loves the black nail polish!

• Whenever he has to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do, he tries to argue that he’s the devil and because of that, you can’t tell him what to do.

• One of his favorite activities is burning bibles, so...you have to deal with being woken up to the smell of smoke at 3AM.

• He's still not fond with current technology, but he does seem to enjoy Netflix.

• Devil giving you weird pet names: Darlin', succub!tch, shmoopie, baby-cakes, cow-pie, and tortoise-pigeon (Being the main nickname).

• If you ever need to practice your makeup on someone, Devil won't mind. He likes how it makes him look.

• Surprisingly enough, this guy brushes his teeth regularly. He got them pearly whites. That, and he doesn't want to loose his sharp teeth, they're his favorite, apparently they make him look intimidating.

• Devil is a man of art, very therapeutic for him. He loves to paint, sometimes he’ll want you to pose for him. And he's actually quite quick when it comes to painting.

• Both you and Henchmen helping him whenever he basically gets electrocuted by the sweater. The two of you are practically the only people he trusts, with Dice being the third.

• He doesn't care what gender you are, or if you're trans. If you're still you, and if you're not lying about anything, he won't care. Along with that he also doesn’t KNOW anything about that stuff, so you probably gotta help if you want him to understand.

• Even though he's the devil, he would never want you to feel bad about yourself. He loves you unconditionally, he would kill anyone who makes you feel that way, steal their soul, eat it, then spit it back out ‘cause it’s clearly rotten!

• If you go through the menstrual cycle and are having bad cramps, he gets very…awkward. He’s not very affectionate with others so he has no idea how to comfort people. He’ll most likely just have some of his little demons looking after you for a few days.

• He tries to use correct pronouns, he mostly slips up though, and he won't realize. You just have to be there to correct him for him to actually notice.

Random example:

(He's showing you to someone)

"Yeah, she's really adorable, isn't she?"

"It's 'they'.”

"...AHHH!" *frustrated demon noises*

• He’s not frustrated at you or the fact you use different pronouns, he’s frustrated at himself for not doing it right. So don’t worry.

Being in a relationship with King Dice would include:

• Probably says “I love you” way too fast, and by that I mean on the first date. 

• If you wear makeup he’ll experiment with it whenever you’re asleep. (The masculine urge to wear your partner’s makeup)

• One of his favorite parts of your body happens to be your hands. He loves how perfectly they fit into his. Sometimes he’ll preform a type of show using his hand and your hand as the actors.

• If you go sit in the audience him during Roll The Dice. He'll immediately see you in the crowd and blush for the rest of the show.

• When he knows you're in the audience, he'll say this while announcing to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen! ..and (Y/n).." (he'll whisper your name under his breath, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.)

• King Dice ALSO giving you some (semi)weird pet names: Darling, fuzzy dice, you adorable gambler, my wild card, little poker, and pumpkin.

• The personification of drama. 

• Has a lot of gossip and info on the other famous people of Inkwell. Will tell you this gossip. You will listen. You have no choice-

• This man may seem like he knows how to do shit on his own, but he actually needs help with most things. Such as you having to help with this man's bow-tie every morning, because he just cannot figure it out for the life of him.

• Perfectionist, such a damn perfectionist. He won't go on with his day without him looking perfectly chipper, and he also spends hours in the shower. Really making sure to run up those water bills.

• A little sensitive about his age. If you ask him about it, he’ll say "that's not important" which is an oddly a creepy answer-

• If you wake up early, you'll find Dice in the bathroom just looking at himself in the mirror with a blank stare. If you actually enter the bathroom, he'll be so terrified that he jumps INTO the shower and closes the curtain to hide himself.

• He's mostly insecure about his pips, or dots. He knows he's getting old, because his color is fading. So...he buys lipstick to cover the faded coloring. But you smudged it once while he was kissing you, and he reacted like he was dying.

• He fiddles with his mustache when he's nervous and yet hates if tell him it makes him look like a villain.

• Much like his boss, if you go through the menstrual cycle he gets ungracefully awkward. But he tries to be very casual about it, despite his awkwardness being obvious as hell.

• “Oh, it’s that week?” Silent for a second. “Do you need me to get you anything or ..no?”

• Will buy you everything you need. And since stuff like tampons were fairly new in the 1930s and therefore most likely a tad expensive, thankfully he does have the money for it.

• If reminded, will carry some on him for you. If reminded that is, I’m putting emphasis on “IF REMINDED” for a f—king reason! Guy’s on autopilot all day, he’s famous but also has pretty much everything done for him, and so he doesn’t have to think about much.

• If not reminded he will completely forget and therefore freak the hell out if asked if for some.

• Like The Devil, he has no idea what being Non-binary means, or Bisexual, or anything related to that. I’m not saying he’s straight….He’s not, he just doesn’t know there are words for stuff like that other than ‘homosexual’ and a few other words I can’t mention-

• So, he'll mess up a few times when trying to use the correct pronouns, except he'll correct himself very VERY quickly. 

• "He- THEY.. are my partner. I said they, of course I did. I would never say anything other than they.” Silence for a few seconds before then saying in a much more serious tone: “I said they.”

• He cares. He’s just stupid/j

#cuphead show x reader #the cuphead show #the devil x reader #king dice x reader #cuphead devil #fennecfics #gn!reader #gn!y/n #the devil cuphead #x reader #fanfiction

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Invader | Chishiya Shuntaro | [F]

Summary: People have likened Chishiya to a cat for as long as he can remember, from his classmates to most recently Kuina. It's nonsense, of course. Or is it? Word count: 2.6k

Chishiya’s been told that there’s something cat-like about him more times than he can count. He doesn’t care, not really.

They’ve told him it’s something about his smirk, the cheshire grin, the lazy stretch of his lips that makes people around him feel inferior. When he smiles like that, he looks like he knows something the others don’t, they say. A cat that ate its mouse happily. He studied the expression in the mirror after someone told him for the first time but he just doesn’t see it. It doesn’t matter. As long as it has any sort of useful effect on people, he’s okay with it.

If it’s not the smirk, then maybe his eyes. He has noticed very early on in his life that a lot of people get fascinated by them. It’s a mystery, even to him. His eyes are pretty ordinary in both shape and color. He doesn’t understand why they seem to draw people in as much as they do but it plays to his advantage in this strange country so he can’t really complain.

He’s been told it’s his behavior as a whole that gives him the cat vibe. His subtle laziness, the way he functions in short bursts of explosive energy when he needs to and then goes back to slowly strolling around. He never takes the stairs if there’s a working elevator. Of course he always keeps himself fit, especially since coming to Borderland, but he doesn’t see the appeal in running around and wasting his energy. He didn’t see it then and certainly doesn’t see it now.

They also told him it’s because of the way he always sticks to the walls and places where he can, literally and not just figuratively, look down on others. He doesn’t have much of an explanation for that one. Well, sure, in Borderland it’s something he does for survival and safety - elevated places allow him to see the bigger picture and watch everyone else get killed, cheated or otherwise betrayed while he can stand back and relax. Same goes for sticking to walls and such - no one’s gonna stab or shoot you in the back if the only thing behind you is a wall.

There are many more irrelevant points that people used over the years to liken Chishiya to a cat. He’s already forgotten most of them but one keeps popping up in his mind. Especially lately.

It’s not the fact that it was Kuina who told him. He’s heard it before but she reminded him of it and recent events made him think about the remark more than he’d like. Somehow her words always pop up in his mind as he goes about his day and does the thing.

What Kuina said is that her cat used to do the same thing she says Chishiya does - it had its favorite spots that it’d use to sleep or hide in and would get mad if, for whatever reason, it couldn’t get there. Back then he scoffed at her and told her off. Now, however, he hates to admit that she just might have had a point.

It’s irrational and infuriating.

This whole situation started off pretty innocently. There was a big wave of newcomers to the Beach. It happens sometimes. The Hatter needs a large army of people to collect cards for him, die for him. It’s only natural that he takes in all kinds of trash. Most of them die within a few days anyway.

And on one of the days that they brought in these people, Chishiya felt like observing life in the former resort from a higher ground. It was fun sometimes. If he was lucky, there would be someone worthy of his brief attention. Individual to be used by him for another plan he might come up with. Mostly, though, it was just a way to pass time.

This particular evening he felt like the balcony on the one but the last floor would do. It had a nice overview of the lobby and since he needed to extend his visa anyway, once Hatter and the executives play the siren to gather the crowd, he won’t need to move an inch.

Yes, that place would indeed be perfect for tonight.

Imagine his surprise when he found someone has already taken the space for themselves. He was sure he’s never seen you before. He didn’t care to remember much about you but he did anyway. Not because he’d be that interested in you, although he must admit it’s smart what you’ve done. Barely anyone thinks to observe the inner workings of Beach and the new arrivals. Anyway, no, you got stuck in his memory purely because he felt this irrational aggravation that someone was occupying his spot. 

As much as he doesn’t care about humans, he cares about his comfort when he can get it. And changing his routine is not comfortable.

Well, it wasn’t worth getting worked up about. It was probably your first night here and you got lost or something - no one ever comes here otherwise, except for him. It’s too far from the bar.

He simply walked past you and found himself another spot. It didn’t feel right but he didn’t care enough to be bothered by it.

But in the weeks that came, he found himself feeling… something. He wouldn’t say he was properly bothered, but it certainly wasn’t the natural state of his being where emotions just pass through him. If he was honest with himself, which he seldom was in regards to these things, he’d find that he wouldn’t be able to decide whether the thing that irritated him more was that someone kept stealing his spots or that it bothered him.

Every time you were where he wanted to be, he suppressed the wave of mild irritation and walked by to a different hiding spot. Maybe it was good that there was a ripple in the never changing pond of his life. He felt something, and it was almost fascinating. 

He could, however, admit that it was suspicious and potentially dangerous that you seemed to invade all of his favorite and less favorite places. You shouldn’t be able to sneak around as easily as you did. He had a feeling you must already remember him about as well as he remembered every little detail about you from the constant passing glances and fleeting meetings. Still, he did not approach you. 

Not even when he found you in the security room, late at night when there was nobody to keep track of what was going on at the Beach. He couldn’t pretend that he was simply just passing by. Your eyes met and he knew you knew. You gave him a nod and left the room. That was the first time you’ve surrendered the spot to him. And when he realized that you might not be completely useless. The tension between militants and Hatter was growing, perhaps he could use one more pawn.

Nonetheless, things remained the same for some time. You kept walking past each other, finding your chosen spot occupied by the other. When he leaned against the railing and felt heat lingering there, or when he climbed to the roof and found a blanket left behind on his spot, he ignored the gentle tug on his nerves.

Gentle. If his anger and irritation before were a rumbling before a storm, now it wasn’t more than a single dark cloud in the sky. He must have gotten over this childish phase. He had no claim over those particular spots, after all. It was ridiculous that he should get worked up by someone else occupying them. So he thought whatever has come over him for the past weeks has successfully evaporated. He remained neutral in his feelings towards this fact, although maybe he’d admit a little bit of satisfaction.

It was only after another period of time - was it a month, weeks, who could tell in this country - that he realized that his previous feelings had not actually subsided into nothing.

When he first took notice of the weird change that was happening to his body, it’s not an overstatement to say he panicked for a second. Just slightly, merely a brief furrowing of his brows. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against. It was still warm when his back collided with it, ready to stand there for a while and watch the people of the Beach in their natural habitat. Strangely enough, the lingering warmth of the wall somehow permeated his hoodie and skin and settled in his chest.

He felt calm.

He dismissed it to be a matter of basic biology. Warmth helps to calm human beings in certain cases. Humans are social creatures. Combine these two factors together and the effect your lingering body warmth had on him was completely natural, in the cold sense of the word. It was just biology. Something he had no control over because his body was physically made to react in a certain way to certain stimuli. 

It was more than that, though, wasn’t it? Not to mention that had he not shut down the truly rational part of his brain to protect himself, he’d see many flaws of his train of thoughts.

The usual emptiness inside of him that felt, well, empty, was different. He felt at peace with it. Not that he’d usually feel bothered by the void. He’s long since grown used to it and didn’t really think that much about it until something pointed right at it as if to say - ‘Look! That is not a human, that is just an empty shell!’. That’s what the strange warmth did, but instead of alarming him to his own alienation from his fellow humans it felt almost comforting. As if the emptiness was okay, as if he wasn’t missing anything. He frowned again and left for his room. He needed to think.

As much as he did just that though, he wasn’t able to figure out anything. Complete and utter apathy might not have been that bad after all. 

Why would he feel like this? 

It was frustrating. Not enough to mess with his scheming or anything, but it surely was strange to have his brain occupied with something he could do zero things about. Or could he? Perhaps. After he thinks about it some more.

And yet no matter how much he waited for the feeling to go away, no matter how much he analyzed its source and cause, he always arrived at one single conclusion - he was human. An empty husk of one, sure, but still a human being with human needs, emotions and instincts.

Humans are social creatures, they need company. He had Kuina, of course, and he mingled with the other occupants of the Beach, yet it seemed that wasn’t quite what his body and the instinct-driven parts of his brain longed for. To be reminded of his own humanity was irritating as much as it was intriguing.

He bided his time, he knew it and you knew it - and he knew you knew and so on and so on. The slight shift in the atmosphere was easy to notice for you two alone. By the time he realized what’s going on with him, you were already aware of that same process happening in your own body, although acceptance was much easier on your part. 

Now that he understood his own feelings, he felt somewhat ashamed almost - like he was outsmarted by you. This one loss, however, he’d allow himself. Feelings were beyond him anyway, nothing more than an interesting chemical experiment to play around with until his next plan could move to another phase. Who knows, maybe you could play a role there. Perhaps he will decide soon.

Tonight was a successful game night for both of you. His lips twitched as he found himself vaguely remembering something about fate as he strolled through the halls that would lead him onto the roof. Once again, he walked slowly in what his acquaintances in the real world would call a cat-like manner. He was purposely taking his time. He seemed to do that a lot lately.

Sure enough, you were already present on the spot where he always sat - and where he meant to sit tonight, although it was hardly a surprise you thought to do the same - blanket folded under you to fight against the cold. You turned to him when the doors closed and frowned for a second, seeing he stayed and didn’t walk away. He gave you a wave and a little raise of the corners of his mouth. You turned your head.

The hollow look in your eyes told him most of what he needed to skip the small talk. A hearts game, no doubt about it. Those were hard on most of the people here. Chishiya found them fascinating. At least some of them. If the other players were solid, he himself needed to come to the roof and breathe and think. Analyze. 

Humans were so different from him.

He invited himself over, sitting close enough to you that your body heat mixed with his. Legs dangling in the air over the edge of the roof, your thighs and sides were barely not touching. You didn’t flinch away, he noticed. Then again, there was hardly a reason to act shy now. This wasn’t really that different from leaning against surfaces where the other’s warmth lingered.

“Diamonds?” you spoke up, breaking the silence of the night. He looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“What makes you think so?” he asked back. To answer a question with another is impolite, but it’s not like anyone cared anymore. It was kind of refreshing. 

Anyhow. 

It’s easy enough for him to read you, but the other way around - that would surprise him. As for you, after a hearts game, you were usually like this - lifeless, hollow. You were more likely to walk around and look for the warmest place - a place he left warm - to stay. Unless, like today, you headed to the roof. He supposed you would do that if the game ended badly.

After diamonds you’d be on edge or in a good mood, depending on the difficulty, spades would most often leave you exhausted for the day, and clubs uneasy. It seemed you weren’t much of a team player.

“You look bored,” your eyes shifted to look at him without your head moving. He scoffed; you were right. Then again, not an impressive guess this one.

“The others died?” he asked in turn, voice devoid of emotions. As always. He knew you’d know he knows.

“Some of them,” your voice sounded eerily similar to his as you said the words, “But I just figured out the solution to the game. One that would allow all of us to survive.”

He hummed in response, not saying more. This was a better display of why you could get a role in his plans. Did you think about different ways of finishing the games every time? Was that why you seemed to enjoy hearts games the most? Not bad. Interesting, even. Maybe he could try it too next time.

Neither of you spoke a word after that. The silence felt more natural. You both spent too much time with memories, lingering traces of the other that meeting in person now felt surreal and out of your respective comfort zones. Yet there was something strangely comforting about it as well. 

Watching the buzz of life underneath your feet and the starry skies above your heads, you shared the silence and heat your bodies produced. Perhaps tonight there was no need for words at all.

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #aib x reader #aib scenarios #aib imagines #chishiya fluff #fanfic #fluff

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Eeeeeee! I’m excited for this short stories series!!!

Could you please do: Ransom Drysdale (you know I love how you write him! 😉), mob universe, with this prompt “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

Please and thank you!!!

I love me some mob ransom 😍

Word count: 1.4K

TW: None

As always, written on my phone and reading my own stuff makes me cringe so I apologize for any and all mistakes as this is unedited!

When you were younger, it always made you laugh when adults used the term “honeymoon phase” to describe a certain time in their relationship. Especially when those people weren’t married or even in a relationship. To you a honeymoon has always been the vacation you take after getting married, and that was it. As you grew older of course people explained to you what the term really meant in the way that they were using it.

“Sometimes it’s a few weeks, a few months or a few years and if you’re really lucky it could last for the entire relationship. A period of time where everything is great, both people are happy and in love, and life is just good.” You remember your aunt telling you this after your first heartbreak. “Why does it have to end?” You had asked her, not understanding why couples wouldn’t want to stay in the honeymoon phase. “Life gets in the way, reality sets in and things change.” She had simply answered.

This conversation plays back in your head every time you start a new relationship. Which wasn’t often, you were quite picky and what you wanted was to be with someone with whom the honeymoon phase never really ends. That’s what true love meant to you.

As your aunt taught you it wasn’t rare for life to get in the way, for reality to set in and for things to change, but you were always ok. If it ended, then it wasn’t meant to be. You didn’t have a lot of relationships, but you loved going out on dates. You loved meeting new people and getting to know all the little fun facts about them. No matter how the dates went you always ended up learning something new about yourself, and about other people, and you never regretted any of them.

That is until you accepted to go on your first blind date. Usually you want to get to know the person a little by exchanging messages before meeting them face-to-face, but this one time one of your coworkers at work said she knew a sweet guy who was also dating for the long run. Her boyfriend’s coworker. Normally you wouldn’t have said yes, but you liked your coworker and you’ve met her boyfriend a few times, and he was sweet too.

It added to the confusion as to how you ended up in a nice restaurant with the sleaziest man you’ve ever met. All of his comments were innuendos and the way he looked at you made your skin crawl. You just didn’t know if he acted this way because he was nervous or that’s just how he was. Whatever the reason, you were beyond uncomfortable and you wanted to leave.

You eyed nervously around, just hoping that an opportunity was going to present itself soon so that you could leave without hurting his feelings too much. It finally came in the way of a tall, broad blonde who stepped up to your table. He was very clearly a sharp dresser, all of his accessories were chosen with purpose and you could see some ink peeking from under his sleeves and collar. You had no idea who he was, but he was already your best friend.

You’re guessing your date knew who the blonde was because as soon as they made eye contact, your date became paler than a ghost. Everything happened so fast after that: your date was gone with the threat of security throwing him out on his ass if he didn’t get out on his own, the blonde invited you to his table for a complimentary dessert, that’s how you found out he owned the restaurant, and before you knew it it was way past midnight and you had been talking for hours with the man. His name was Hugh Drysdale, but he insisted you call him Ransom.

As the true gentleman and savior that he was, Ransom drove you back to your apartment complex. Well, his chauffeur did but Ransom came along.

His chauffeur would pick you up at exactly the same spot a few nights later, Ransom opening the backseat’s door for you so that you could go on your first official date together. It took about a month of you dating him to find out, from one of your coworkers, that Ransom wasn’t only a restaurant owner but also a part of one of the biggest mob families on the east side.

Not that you cared. You didn’t judge him for the way he was brought up, as far as you were concerned he was a good man. He never showed you once that he couldn’t be trusted, that’s all that mattered to you.

It really didn’t take long before the two of you became inseparable, you were spending more time at his mansion than you did at your apartment. You only went from time to time to get more clothes and pick up your mail, otherwise you only left the mansion to go to work.

It was all going perfectly, until Ransom’s grandfather died and that his father got arrested for murdering him. Suddenly Ransom found himself at the head of the table, and everything started going downhill from there.

Ransom was beyond stressed, and you could easily understand why. There wasn’t much you could do for him, aside from offering him your help and your support if he needed it. As an ER nurse, you had seen your fair share of family drama and tragedy but never to this extent. You couldn’t blame him for closing himself off to you, although you really wished he would let you in so that you could take some of that pain on yourself and make it easier for him to get through the day.

At first you were really understanding, that was until his attitude changed towards you. He wasn’t the man who you met at the restaurant months ago, and you’re not sure you like the version of Ransom you’re beginning to discover. You’d love to talk to him about it, but he’s always in his office in the basement with his men until he leaves the mansion all together or he finally joins you in bed late at night.

You wanted to talk to him about it, so you asked for a special date night. Nothing fancy, just dinner together at the table so you could take a moment and actually talk to each other. Though he had promised to you that he was going to be there, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t show up until hours after you were supposed to meet. You finally had enough, and you went back to Ransom’s room to pack a bag.

“What’s going on?” Ransom asked as he walked into his room, looking exhausted and disheveled.

“You’re late.” You simply said as you finally ended packing, not even looking up at him.

“What do you mean I’m late?” He frowned, not understanding. It hit him after a few seconds. “Fuck, kitten. I’m sorry, I forgot and I had things to do. You know how busy I am.” He loosened up his tie and toed off his shoes.

“Oh, believe me I know.” You said in a cold tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“You’re so busy, I don’t even matter anymore.” You grabbed your bag and stared him down.

“Oh fuck, don’t start.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, this conversation was already giving him a migraine. “I have enough shit to deal with during the day, I don’t need your drama at night.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks to lean on me, to talk to me so that I can help you but no. It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! Until you need to blow off steam; then you suddenly remember I exist and you spend the little time I have with you telling me off on all the things I’ve been doing wrong.” You walked past him and grabbed your jacket that was by the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” Ransom felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster: he was tired, then annoyed, then he felt guilty and finally he was panicking.

“I’m going home.” You simply answered as you stepped outside his bedroom.

“You are home.” He quickly answered, following you.

“This isn’t my home anymore. I’m done.” You told him without looking back, you felt you might give in to him if you saw the look in his eyes. You hurried out of the mansion and to your car, ignoring Ransom as he called after you.

The honeymoon phase was over, and so was the relationship you thought was going to be forever.

#ransom Drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female!reader #mob!ransom drysdale x reader #mob!ransom drysdale x female!reader #knives out fanfiction #knives out #mob AU #Hugh drysdale #Hugh ransom drysdale #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader

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The inheriting games (What do the batfamily inherit)

Duke:-

-*Now, who gets Wayne Enterprises? Well the most common (and boring) answer is Tim, which? I understand, it even said in a comic book that his name is on the paper, but if Tim wants to run a company, he can take Drake enterprises!

-*And Duke is so smart! He was solving Riddlers riddles in 7th GRADE! And, he just feels like the type of guy to be able to run a business nicely! He’d be able to separate enough funds for the Justice League easily!

-*At first, the idea of running a company (With Luscious Fox obviously) is daunting, but after a few months, Duke realises how much he loves it. The routine, the ability to help people even without the mask on? It was exhilarating.

Jason:-

-*Jason inherits the Mansion.

-*I hear you! Why in the world would JASON inherit the mansion? Well, Jason was raised in the streets. He knows best what it’s like not to have a proper place to sleep. I feel like, Jason would make the mansion a place for wandering heroes/people to stop by.

-*Like all his friends would come over sometimes, or any hero who needs a break/place to rest. Or it’s just a place for family to hang out. If the family instead hangs out at the Penthouse, then it can also be a place where people who don’t have a place to stay/who need some energy can stay. It’s still there home though. It holds too many memories.

Cassandra:-

-*Obviously shes Batman. Must I even explain?

-*She inherits the BatCave and everything, and it means the world to her that Bruce trusted her with so much.

-*Cass is the one who could have become the evilest, and most dangerous villain of them all, but instead chose to be a hero. One with the most firm no kill rule. The one, who in Bruce’s eyes, could become an even better Batman than himself.

Tim:-

-*So, Tim doesn’t inherit the Business. Dang. Y’know what he does inherit? Bruce’s CAR collection.

-*If you want to tell me Brucie Wayne, one of the richest and dramatic people alive, who built the most iconic car ever, DOESNT have the most EXTRAORDINARY AND EXPENSIVE Car collection known to mankind, argue with the WALL.

-*I don’t know how to explain it, it fits Tim so WELL. He’d love the car collection, he’d pull up to his siblings and friends house everyday in a new car, and it annoys his friends and family SO MUCH. Classic Nepo-Baby behaviour tbh.

-*I feel like Bruce giving him the car collection, instead of anything serious is a sign. Tim was slowly BECOMING more like Batman (whereas Damian was the one who came defaultly as Batman, and his arc was to find his own person), and since at times Bruce didn’t let Tim have fun, it’s a sign from him now to let his teenage, rebellious side kick in. Have some fun.

Dick:-

-*Dick, our favourite Diva, what does he inherit? He inherits all of Bruce’s Jewellery/accessories!

-*Dick, Bruce’s first ward, the one with the most similar past, who became the hope the people needed instead of the fear.

-*Also, Dicks extra and fashion loving self would LOVE the accessories. More ways to somehow make the most fashionable stuff look terrible on anyone else but me!

-*The jewellery and accessories would be a very layered way of Bruce telling Dick to sometimes take some nights off. It’s okay to be human, and do normal things, like taking too much time choosing which watch matches his outfit, or what belt to match with his shoes.

Damian:-

-*ooh~ What does Damian inherit? Damian, the one who used to, in a faraway past, boast about the fact that he was the blood-son to hide his insecurities of never fitting in, or disappointing his father in some way? He’d inherit the albums, and the family heirlooms. Special objects that held not much value financially, but so much sentimental value.

-*The albums with photos of when Bruce was a baby, to pictures when Damian finally outgrew Duke and Tim. The pearl necklace that Martha wore, and the watch that Jason fixed.

-*Damian wouldn’t need money, I feel like he’d either get a very well paying job, or steal money from the league of assassins (‘It’s not stealing Drake, it’s MY inheritance anyways, so stop sticking your nose in other families business-‘)

-*He’d treasure the stuff so much 😭 He’d keep looking at photos of Bruce when he dies :)))

!!!EXTRA!!!

Stephanie:-

-*Yes, Stephanie gets something. Because while Bruce might not be her father, she’s still part of the family. Somehow.

-*She gets all the….BATMOBILES

-*Yup, you heard me. Cass is Batman, Tim has the cars, but somehow it’s STEPHANIE who ends up with the BatMobile.

-*So, mostly the reason was because of how funny it would be, but it’s also how much Stephanie would LOVE it. And of coarse it’s a layered message here as well.

-*Bruce seemed to have trusted Stephanie the least. He was the worst to her as Robin, and she ended up dead, and after THAT, they’re relationship was far from ‘good’

-*Now, because of the strained relationship, Bruce would NEVER let Steph ride the Batmobile, right? He doesn’t trust her, and, I mean, he doesn’t let DAMIAN ride it with consent- But him giving her the Batmobile is basically him saying ‘I was wrong to not trust you’, and it’s a sort of apology if you will.

-*(Tims ecstatic when he finds out he gets all the cars, but when he finds out Steph got the BATMOBILE?

‘SHE GETS THE BATMOBILE?’ ‘IM ON THE WILL?!’)

Barbara:-

-*Barbara gets all the contingency plans for the Justice league. Cass didn’t. This was Bruce’s way of telling babs how much he trusts her, and how mature she really is now.

-*He didn’t give Cass the contingency plans, not because he doesn’t trust her, but because…He thinks Babs would appreciate it more.

I know what ur thinking; Cass is Batman, Steph has the Batmobile, and Barbara gets the contingency plans? How does that work? Well, it’s basically Bruce encouraging Cass to let people help her, something he struggled with, and one of his biggest flaws.

Selina:-

-*if for some reason (They’re idiots I SWEAR TO GOD), they still weren’t married after he died, she gets the most beautiful diamond, pearl ring known to MANKIND, and a very heartfelt note.

-*If they were engaged/Married, Selina gets all the safe houses that Bruce owns around the world. He would want Selina to travel, and move on.

Commissioner Gordon:-

-*Commisioner gets to know Batmans identity (what it was before), and even if he already knew it, it’s the thought that counts.

-*He also gets a gun…wrapped in a sheet, with a note stuck on it. It had nothing to do with how Joker died, found in an alleyway, shot in the gut. At least, that’s what Barbara claims.

Bruce’s Money in his Bank account:-

-*His kids don’t need the money so.

-*20% goes to Clark (he begrudgingly accepts it, remembering the time Bruce gave him cash on his bday. Bruce always had strange ways of showing love.)

-*Another 20% goes to Dick, another 20% to the Justice League, and the remaining 40% to charity.

#If Alfred was alive #He’d get the Mansion #And Jason the safe houses #but he’s dead so :) #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #selina kyle #alfred pennyworth #commisioner gordon #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #the joker #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc robin

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literally sooo fascinated by logan and caroline's marriage tbh. give us all your thoughts!! (if you want ahah)

Oh, man, I could talk about them all day, haha. I kinda feel like people can sometimes rob both Caroline and Logan of any nuance, because yeah, sure, they’re often the central antagonists of the series, and their abuse and neglect of their children permeates the series, but the show’s always also been careful to show that the cycle of violence never started with Logan, and Harriet Walter’s talked in interviews too about the cycle of neglect not starting with Caroline either. They’re victims and perpetrators in the same way that Kendall, Roman and Shiv are victims and perpetrators, and the fact that neither of them were able to break that cycle is the exact sort of tragedy that's at the broken heart of this series.

It makes it really fascinating to me in that sense that Caroline and Logan found each other at all, and I think really slots into what we know about his three marriages – namely, that he marries women who are in some ways as damaged by life’s cruelties as he is. We understand that explicitly with Marcia, who pretty much says out loud that their connection has been born out of the fact that they’re both survivors, but I think it’s implied in his relationships with both Caroline and Connor’s mother too. At least Marcia and Connor’s mother became somethink like partners for a while too – Marcia was a co-conspirator with Logan for the bulk of season 1, and the RECNY Ball episode I think also showed that Connor’s mother, for at least a while, was the sort of socialite who could lubricate and work politicians alongside Logan.

We don’t really know what role Caroline played in that sense, but she’s obviously intelligent and savvy enough to have worked to secure the kids real power in the divorce, something we see her give back to Logan in 3.09. We also know that her title gave Logan the class elevation that he wanted (even if its one he also seems to bitterly resent), and that his money gave her security, and in a lot of ways, that’s a strategic match that sees them both step forwards in power together.

I was actually listening to an old episode of Vanity Fair’s Succession podcast recently where they interviewed Dame Harriet Walter, and she talks quite a lot about Caroline’s backstory.

She says that Caroline was born into a neglectful aristocratic family, an only daughter who due to the social structures of British aristocracy, wouldn’t have inherited her father’s estate as a result of her gender. Instead, his estate would’ve gone to a distant male cousin, which ties into what Connor says in 1.09 to Willa about the house being the ancestral home Caroline didn't inherit.

She was disregarded by her family but encouraged to marry rich, and she sees Caroline as having gone through a bit of a wild child phase, that she partied, used drugs, tried to escape herself. That she was probably featured frequently in the social columns ‘in disgrace’, and then married young to a rich British man who bored her. She sees Caroline as having escaped to New York on a trip, and met Logan who dazzled her. Who was the opposite of the men she’d grown up with, the men who’d cut her out of her own inheritance, and that he was exciting and creating something and married too, and that they likely left their spouses for each other. That he married for a title, but he also married her because he found her fun and funny and different from the other women of her class and station.

I actually love that backstory a lot, and in particular I think it feeds into the themes of cycles on this show, both with Shiv, but also in Caroline being cut out by her own family, and then cut out by the one she tried to make for herself, and the damage that likely caused her. It also I think really beautifully depicts this idea of legacy and succession which is so crucial to the show – that Logan can spend a childhood brutalised by a man who’d give him just enough to build an empire on and that Caroline can spend a childhood in luxurious neglect with parents who will leave her with nothing.

What that meant for their relationship - - I think they did love each other, as much as they could love anyone, and I think that vulnerability between them was something that probably allowed them as true an intimacy as they’d ever have for a while. I also think that that vulnerability and that intimacy gave them power over one another that they’d use often and likely cruelly, and that the final years of their marriage were probably torturous for both of them.

After all, at the end of the day, Logan had the wealth Caroline could marry but never inherit, and Caroline had the title Logan could marry but never inherit, and what is that if not a reminder of the poisoned soil they sprung from?

#i am literally obsessed with them #in the 1980s spinoff in my head they are despicable to one another and i adore them #interestingly too harriet walter says that they were married for 15 years #which is an interesting indication in terms of the kids' age gap too #with the insane timeline that exists in my head haha #i do think it's probably four years between shiv and kendall #and roman and shiv are either twins or he's a year older than her / three years younger than kendall #which works with shiv being 11 when caroline left + the 15 year marriage #anyway haha #caroline collingwood #logan roy #caroline x logan #hbo succession #succession meta #welcome to my ama #always thinking about Them atm

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Hello! Got an ask for the 141 team! How would they be with a femMilitaryreader being Irish? And short 🥲.

Love ur writing btw thank you!!

It's probably obvious that I'm American so I will try my best. If I get anything wrong lmk and I will fix it!

141 with a femmilitary!reader who's Irish

Price

With all of them there is a friendly rivalry between you, Price, Ghost, and Gaz because they are British but it comes out a lot between you and Price

He'll say his football team is better which causes you to snap back that no, it's actually shit

It doesn't matter if you're in the same building or if you're at home, if either team is playing, he's going to watch and send you texts depending on what's happening

He will tease you about the way you say things and about how in Ireland everyone knows each other

He fully expects you to tease him back and if you don't he'll be confused

And you do, you give him the most hell because he eggs you on and sometimes you catch him off guard but he always comes up with a comeback

"Lotta talk from someone so small."

He rarely ever takes advantage of your height but sometimes he rests his elbow on your head

Will unintentionally hold stuff out of your reach by accident but will give it to you if you tell him to

Despite the fact that it sounds like you both hate each other you have a strong bond and are always looking out for each other

Ghost

Banter. So much banter.

Honestly he doesn’t care that your Irish. It makes no difference to him and unlike Price he doesn’t bring it up

Instead you both feed off of each others dry humor and wit to talk to each other

He’s more likely to make fun of you if you do stupid stuff

You don’t say anything about him being British either since he doesn’t make you

However when he says something so aggressively british, it’s like you’re going through whiplash and you just have to say something about it

While he doesn’t tease you about being Irish he sure as hell teases you about being short

He will put things on the tops of shelves just to watch you struggle, will hold things out of your reach, and will definitively hold his hand on your head to keep you from him

“Easy there short stuff.”

If he sees that you’re getting frustrated he’ll stop but he won’t apologize directly

He likes you though

Soap

You two together is a nightmare for everyone else

You both tease the others for being british together and will say things to try to make the other uncomfortable

When you two talk, it’s fast and the others struggle to understand what’s coming out of either of your mouths

(Sometimes you can’t understand each other either)

You’re both loud even if you’re not. You just feed off each other energies too much but you’re both having a great time together

Both of you go wild when anyone says something even remotely aggressively British

You both joke about how you both have a deep connection because Scottish and a Irish people get along so well

You both also insult each other sound like you’re insulting each other greatly but you both know it’s friendly banter

By far the biggest tease when it comes to you being short

Uses your head as an arm rest, picks you up announced all the time, hold things out of your reach, all of it

“Didn’t see ya down there, Bonnie.”

Best friends. That’s all.

Gaz

Sweet Gaz you both get along really well but you don’t have a lot of banter between each other

He’s actually more curious about your home and what Ireland is like and will ask so many questions about it

He’s like Ghost in that you being Irish doesn’t concern him at all

You two do joke around a lot tho and he will laugh a lot at the ones you make about him being British

Your quick witted insults and jokes making him belly laugh most of the time and sometimes he has to walk away from you

He’s the only one who doesn’t make fun of your height but sometimes he will rest an elbow on your shoulder if you’ve both been standing for a while

“Arms getting sore, need to prop it up.”

Will help you get things from shelves that you can reach

He will not help you when the others are teasing though he finds it really funny when you get frustrated

He’s one of your closest friends though

#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #captain john price #cod price #mw2 price #john soap mactavish #cod soap #mw2 soap #kyle gaz garrick #cod gaz #gaz mw2 #mw2 gaz