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──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

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✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

this was a fun project and request tysm!!! i just went about it in the interpretation i found most interesting, i really hope it was to your liking!!!

#divider credit to @cafekitsune #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk smut #blue lock #bllk #isagi yoichi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #isagi yoichi smut #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryuusei smut #shidou smut #chigiri x reader #kunigami x reader #miwa sins

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dazai-ritualist · 2 months

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Hey! So I saw your arcana event post (I'm not sure how it works) but I'd like to see what you'd think of platonic!Charlie and/or platonic! Lucifer where (Reader) is Charlie's sibling but they feel like they aren't appreciated as much and they feel resentment/Jealousy towards them. Because of that (Reader) doesn't really talk to them anymore and Charlie/Lucifer tries to find out why. Well, it doesn't have to be plantonic if you rather it be something else, I wouldn't mind.

Right, to get straight to the point, I'd like a segment inspired by the Judgement prompt. With either Charlie and Lucifer. Maybe it it starts it angst to fluff, but you're the writer, so whatever you're comfortable with. No pressure! You may feel free to move over with this idea.

YOU’RE LOSING ME - Judgement Upright & Reversed

— rekindling your bond with your father and sister, lucifer and charlie morningstar

— tags: gn!reader, small father husk x reader, alcohol, family jealousy, ill wishes, angst to fluff

— join in! the major arcana - decide your fate

as one of the heirs to the throne of hell, you’d worked your hardest to earn the respect of the sinners. commanding them with decisivness and elegance, often reminding many (especially your father) of your mother, lilith.

with your strong personality, lucifer hid himself in his private sector of the palace, doing who knows what in there until dinner came, in which he’d sit at the opposite side of the table. giving quick and quiet responses to your attempts at conversation.

and it’s because of that— the lack of excitement and conversation in the palace, that you decided to join your sister’s deluded dreams of redemption at her ‘Happy Hotel’.

in all honesty, the hotel was not too shabby at all. minimal pests thanks to the housekeeper, niffty; generally cozy decor provided by the radio demon himself; and decent drinks provided by husk the bartender

the only real thing that kept you from truly enjoying the hotel was charlie herself. it was true, you loved charlie and would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant saying something you didn’t believe was true. but, the difference in the ways everyone treated her and you!

everyone treated her like a leader, albeit the occasional poke at her convincing skills. not to mention the amount of blind faith that vaggie and alastor put in her, pushing themself to their emotional limits and fulfilling bizarre requests just to see her succeed. in turn, they treated you like an old pal and attempting to befriend you, don’t they see you as charlie’s equal?

it was never a thought you’d ever dare to say out loud; but, at times you wished she’d cease to exist, or even never existed at all. if she wasnt here, no one would compare you two anymore.

your resentment grew by the time charlie had invited your father to the hotel. standing on the sidelines as lucifer did his best to prove to charlie he was much more helpful than alastor.

“dad— um, maybe you’d want me to give you a tour around the hotel? i could show you around, i practically know it like the back of my hand!” you grinned, trying to impress him. lucifer glared at alastor before turning to face you softly and responding, “my dear, i think it’d be better if charlie was the one to give me a tour!”

you noticed that lucifer was glaring at alastor, so you had tried your best not to take it to heart. “oh… alright, dad” you bared a forced smile. don’t think though for a second that your father didn’t notice. his spiteful grin fell as he saw the disappointment on your face. though, as much as he wanted to say something about it, he was too much of a coward to say anything about it.

as lucifer, charlie and alastor left to their tour, you sat down at the bar, husk noticing your sullen mood, mixing you an ‘el diablo’, quite ironic. “now what’s got you so down in the dumps, ah? got some daddy issues?” he smiled softly at you, leaning over the bar counter to listen, tuning out whatever nonsense mimzy was spouting. quite different from the usual grumpy cat. “what are you on about? i don’t… have daddy issues” you scowled as husk poured the crimson drink into a tall glass. “really now?” he raised an eyebrow. “well�� whatever shit you’ve got going on, you gotta face it head on, instead of shoving it down. trust me, i’ve been in your shoes before” he smiled as he shook the hair on your head. “look… i gotta go do something for a second, just… sit tight, got it?” he said as you nodded before leaving the counter to who knows where.

halfway to the end of the glass, a bang struck out, resonating through the entire hotel. “oh, shit…” mimzy cursed out as she hid behind the counter. those minutes were a blur, ignoring the world surrounding, engulfed by husk’s words. “whatever you’re going through, you have to face it head on.” you frowned, the tequila clouding your thoughts.

you turned your back to see lucifer gripping charlies back in a loving hug. your eyes narrowed in on them, rolling them as you snarl. lucifer heard, slowly letting go of charlie before walking to you, cupping your back, spine hunched on the counter.

“hey, kiddo… what’s gotcha looking so pissed..?” he asked awkwardly, most likely aware of the source for you hate. “what does charlie have that… what makes her so much better than me?” your lip trembled, tears threatening to fall out before overflowing down your cheeks.

your dad and charlie listened to your insecurities, as well as looking in hindsight at the events of today. guilt growing in the pit of his stomach, he turned the stool to face him as he embraced you in a warm hug, stroking you back softly as charlie joined from behind.

“kiddo… im so sorry if i ever made you feel like you werent good enough. i…i just got so happy that i got to see you two again. i guess i also got too caught up in trying to help with the hotel, i overlooked you and im sorry. i never meant to do that, could you find it in your precious heart to forgive your old man?” his eyes softening as he kissed the top of your head.

charlie spoke up too “im sorry too… i got too focused on trying to prove that the hotel works, i didnt even think that you probably want to spend time with dad too…” she pouted. as her grip on you tightened. “it’s okay, let’s just promise to be more open with each other… you two are the only family i’ve got left now that mom’s disappeared…” you smiled, arms wrapping around your father and sister.

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bellabrady · 1 month

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Why many people dislike Tommy Kinard

Listen, I don't like to try and dictate what characters others can like. However, I do find it concerning how quick so many people are to forgive a bigot who didn't even get a proper redemption. So, especially for those who simply don't really remember Tommy, here's a quick recap of him:

Let's start with Chimney Begins. Tommy is one of the firefighters at the 118 when Chimney becomes part of the team. The first thing Tommy says when Chim arrives is 'Hey Eli, did you forget to tip the delivery guy?' On its own, this isn't really bad, because it could very much just be a harmless joke. But in combination with Tommy's behavior throughout the rest of the episode, one could argue the comment has racist undertones. But this one's up to interpretation so let's move on.

Although not explicitly stated, it's very obvious the 118 captain is racist which is reflected in the way he treats him: he only lets him do annoying chores, is a jerk towards him, actively isolates him, and so on.

The rest of the team, including Tommy, does nothing to try and change this. In fact, they actively take part in isolating him too, for example by letting him sit by himself at a tiny table instead of the group table while they eat. Even when Chimney attempts to talk to them, everyone but Eli (the paramedic who ends up training Chim) blatantly ignores him.

One time, Chim and Tommy are alone in the locker room and Chim says: "Hey man, let's build a bridge here." Tommy doesn't even react. Chim keeps making suggestions of things they could talk about, like movies or sports, to which Tommy still doesn't react except by rolling his eyes. Chim then asks: "You just really don't like me much, do you?" and Tommy responds: "If I thought about you at all, honestly, I probably wouldn't."

Mind you, he doesn't even know Chimney and yet he's pretty sure he wouldn't like him. What exactly is he basing that on? Race, perhaps? (Tommy is very close to some other guys on the team by the way.)

Eli tells Chim that the treatment isn't personal and that the reason everyone is so distant is because in this job, friends die and that the team isn't just gonna give Chim their friendship until they earn his respect. "You don't name a puppy until you know it's gonna pull through."

In my opinion this is absolute bullshit though. You cannot tell me every single probie at the 118 has been treated this way for weeks (maybe months? I don't remember exactly). Also, keeping someone at a distance doesn't mean you have to treat them like literal dirt. It's also worth mentioning that once the captain, Tommy and his best friend leave the 118, no probie seems to ever be treated this way again. So if it's about the nature of the job, why wasn't it like this for everyone? So, despite what Eli said, I think Chim's treatment was definitely caused by racism.

Eventually, Chimney is finally allowed out on calls and risks his life to save Tommy's, which basically makes Tommy go: "Oh hey! Maybe I could treat this guy like a human being?" He thanks him for saving his life and from this point on they're friends. I don't know about you guys, but personally I think someone who doesn't see it fit to treat you like a person until you save their life doesn't seem like a very great guy.

Let's move on to Hen Begins. The 118 is still under the same captain, who is also a misogynist. Unlike the racism, this isn't only implied but confirmed.

I've seen people argue that Tommy can't be blamed for not standing up to his captain because that's his boss. And yet, when the captain says "This is our new diversity hire" about Hen, Chimney says, "You know, Cap, there's another way to say that," which immediately proves that Tommy could stand up to him as well, and simply doesn't have the guts.

They treat Hen similarly to the way they treated Chim. Tommy, along with everyone else but Chim, for example throws some gear on the ground before Hen's feet so she takes care of it, not saying so much as a single word to her in the process.

Chim tries to make conversation with Hen and says "I would've bet money that you were from the east coast, you just kinda have that vibe." Hen laughs and says "Thank you for the compliment?" to which Tommy replies: "New York bitchiness is a compliment?"

He doesn't even know Hen and she's done nothing that could be seen as 'bitchy.' Just some good ol' fashioned misogyny. Chim also recognizes that comment for what it is immediately because he goes "woah, woah, nobody said anything like that, come on." Tommy only huffs in annoyance as a response.

The captain then goes on a rant about how training female firefighters is a waste of money and Chim once again stands up for Hen, unlike everybody else, including Tommy, who just lets the misogyny stand.

It isn't until Hen rescues someone on a call that Tommy and his friend admit they wouldn't have found in time, that they finally treat her like a person. You'd think they'd have learned from Chimney that maybe people shouldn't need to prove themselves to you in order for you to treat them like a human being, but apparently not.

Ultimately, the team submits complaints against the captain and supports Hen but if you ask me, this should've happened a lot sooner and not only after they deemed her worthy.

And that's pretty much all we see of Tommy, except for some short scenes in Bobby Begins Again in which he just interacts with his team until he leaves for a different station at the end of the episode. There's no redemption, no proper apology and, if you ask me, considering the fact that he treated Hen the same as Chim, there's also no development.

And yet there are people who will defend this man with their lives as if 90% of his screentime wasn't him being a bigot or at best a coward without the guts to stand up to his bigoted captain.

So yes, personally I think liking Tommy Kinard is weird.

#anti tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 fox #buddie #9-1-1 #abc #henrietta wilson #howard howie chimney han #bobby nash

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Hi! I'm so glad you're back, new chapter of Pizza girl was amazing as always, for me it's absolutely the best dc fic ever!

I especially love how the relationship between Jason and other characters feels heartbreakingly natural, how it isn't a case of "love magically cured trauma" but rather slowly and messyly opening up, and trying to heal with the help of right people at right time.

And as much as I cannot wait for Jason and pizza girl to have more straight up romantic shenanigans, I love how they started with gaining each other trust and building their friendship, I adore them as domestic buddies.

I have a question, if it isn't some kind of spoiler of course, at this point of the story, does Jason have (or wants to have) a life outside of his Red Hood persona? And I mean it half psychologically half practically (similarly to pizza girl, how does he earn money if being a vigilante isn't a source of income?)

But seriously, I find it heartbreaking that as much as he yearns for home, he still lives in safe houses, and I was so happy when he thought about asking Babs for help in looking for something more permanent for himself. And it fits into his fear of being traced of course, but got me thinking, in a more personal sense, does he have a motivations for living other than trying to make up for his mistakes as Arkham Knight?

Something like: does he realise that there's Red Hood who fights for those who can't do it for themselves, but there's also Jason who likes the smell of new books, has his favorite mug and favorite way of drinking coffee, has his favorite chair at the local library, who maybe has quiet and innocent dream to get a degree or his dream job and be loved and needed by someone?

Does he realise the second one exists and deserves to be cherished by him?

(Sorry if this ask is too much, I just now realised how long it got 😭 I will absolutely understand if you don't have time to answer this)

Anyway thank you for writing this amazing and captivating work, I can't wait for next chapters, whenever they'll be ready❤

In the meantime I hope you get time to rest and have fun! Stay safe!

This is a wonderful breakdown of Jason's character! To answer your question, does Jason have a life outside of his Red Hood persona? No. Does he want one? Unconsciously, the answer is yes, but I don't think he can acknowledge it right now. For years following the Joker's torture, he's pretty much been in survival mode, keeping himself alive by being obsessed with a singular goal. First, it was to kill the Joker and Batman, and then when he found out the Joker was dead, it was to kill Batman. Now, it's to seek redemption as the Red Hood. While he may have (somewhat) progressed from his days as the Arkham Knight, he's still clinging to the same unhealthy coping mechanisms. It's a little (or a lot) like depression. He's so focused on getting through today and the next day and the next day that there's little room for anything else. Hobbies and friends and a place to feel at home in sound nice, but they also sound absolutely unattainable. And he's lived with that mindset for so long that he's all but forgotten that there are different ways to live. That's where Jason's head is right now. Maybe one day, he'll progress enough that he'll be able to look around his safehouse, so sparse that it's no different from a prison cell, and he'll think to himself that he wants something more. And it doesn't have to be anything big. Nothing so grand as the Wayne Manor. Just a small place, maybe above a bookstore. Maybe in the beginning, it's not so different from his safehouses. Just a mattress on the floor and a bathroom. But then one day, he'll add something small. Some secondhand book he bought from the store for the change he had in his pocket. It's from an author he's never heard of before. The writing is a little clunky, but it's enough to pass the time while he's waiting for updates on his cases. Maybe he reads it next to his window, by the light of the flickering street lamps, trying not to grimace at the way the hard wood is digging into his back. Maybe one of his siblings or even the reader notices. She takes him to one of her favorite flea markets under the guise of buying a new rug. And he ends up taking back an armchair, so old that the stuffing is coming out in places. But he makes do, the way he always has, he washes away the accumulated dust and dirt, he patches up the holes, and he places it next to his window. Where the street lamp shines just enough light to read by, even if it often flickers. He opens his book, written by an author he's never heard of before. The writing is a little clunky in places. But for now, he thinks, it's enough. (And maybe he'll read until morning. And maybe he'll realize, or maybe not: that the Jason Todd who used to spend hours in the Wayne Manor library, who had a favorite armchair by the fire, is still in there, somewhere. And perhaps, he'll think--or perhaps not--that the Joker hasn't killed everything that he used to be. Perhaps there's still a little bit of Robin left in him.)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd analysis #Jason finding a place to call him days at the morisaki bookshop style #moving into the second floor of a bookstore owned by a sweet old man #giving him the cozy vibes he deserves UGH #lowkey makes me want to write something about jason finally getting a place of his own #as someone who was stuck in a depressive pit for a long time and still struggle with it on occasion this ended up being highkey personal #rooting for you jay #THIS MAKES ME WANT TO WRITE A SHORT ABOUT JASON FINDING HIS OWN COZY PLACE IN THE WORLD #NO CASES #JUST COZY VIBES

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DREAMS NOT NIGHTMARES

Tamlin x Reader - another redemption piece <3

Warnings: sad boy hour, I think that’s it

Word Count: 1.8K

The Spring nights were cold - they’d grown colder and colder each year that passed since the war. The High Lord was back, ruling with such vigor some thought he rivaled Beron. While the young Fae, just a few hundred years old - the generation that lost many young soldiers in the war - spoke of rumors and whispers that Tamlin had come back with a vengeance, preparing to reap reparations from the war, to strike revenge against the Night Court and the High Lady who embarrassed him.

Older Fae, your parents included, remembered a time where they knew only this iron fist, the harsh laws, and mandatory labor - a court ruled by Tamlin’s father. The High Lord who beat his sons, who encouraged the decimation of the lower class, and ruled by example: letting his sons beat each other to within an inch of their lives.

Both were wrong, though. While the wolfish male had a certain desperation to rebuild his court, to regain his seat at the High Lord’s table, he did not seek vengeance nor fame; he could not save his reputation by changing what happened in the past. The male was set on forgetting all that had occurred, letting the High Lady of the Night Court rule with her husband and child in peace. He hadn’t forgiven her for destroying his court from the inside out, hadn’t forgiven himself for what transpired with Amarantha; there was too much wrongdoing over the past century - it was time to heal.

And maybe he rubbed some Fae the wrong way in doing so. He was a gruff male, never one to have a way with words in front of crowds. A male who never thought he’d be High Lord - never wanted to be High Lord, in fact - had no business earning the trust of the court he handled so poorly and managed to let fall to pieces. But all he could do was try.

Perhaps it was the visit Rhysand paid to the male, in which he prepared him elk for dinner, that spurred Tamlin on; that had his gears turning enough to take that first step into recovery. Maybe it was saving Feyre and her mate for the umpteenth time, letting them live together with their happy little family, that had him itching to build that for himself.

First thing first, he needed to reestablish rule. Maybe the Fae had grown used to fending for themselves and slandering their leader. But the High Lord had emerged from the forest with soldiers and sentries flanking either side. It was a sight you hadn’t expected to see if your lifetime, not one you saw even as a younger Fae. You’d never seen the male before - not even at the Tithe; your parents had presented him with a sack of golden coins.

That’s the way the court was ruled, it’s how his father ruled, his father before him, and so on. You weren’t sure when the other courts abolished it - you were sure the Court of Nightmares had to have a similar system, or perhaps they were ruled by fear only. Beron surely used both methods.

Tamlin had announced the end of the Tithe. The Fae were expected to pick up where they left off, resow fields and build up the town. Lumber and stone to be used from his estate until the mills were operational and the Fae were able to produce goods. A few murmurs in the crowd erupted, clouding your ears. Not that you could hear much over your racing heartbeat, the blood pumping wildly in your veins muffled even the High Lord’s words as you stared up at him. You fisted handfuls of your skirt, the soft cotton grounding you in the only way you could find as you stood amongst the crowd.

The High Lord’s glowing eyes scanned the crowd. Perhaps he was taking count, how many young male and females were left; he might have been looking for familiar faces, his friends, Hart or Bron; but he was looking for the one who caused his breath to catch in his throat. Those emerald eyes fell to you, the Fae with the flushed face in the crowd of colorful skin, some sunburnt, others golden and tanned, shades of green and pink, some wood grained, some feline in nature. But it was you - the plain female Fae, no powers, no wolf form - that he locked eyes with and nearly doubled over at the pang in his chest.

Your heart rate picked up to match his, rib cage expanding with breath as you tried to calm yourself. “I think he’s staring at you,” your friend whispered, catching glimpse of the High Lord’s gaze.

You shrugged, turning away once the High Lord had disappeared with his army. “I think it was the female in front of me,” you relied, willing your voice to be as level as possible, nodding a head toward the cute young Fae. “Did you see the vines she braided in her hair? Must have done it special for him.”

Your friend laughed, missing the way you bit your lip to keep it from shaking and the hand you pressed to your sternum, palm digging into the cramp that had formed under your ribs.

You smiled to yourself, face pressed against your plush pillow, remembering that day - and how it had only taken him a few hours to find you in your parents garden after that. You pulled your blankets tighter around yourself, the evening cold biting at your skin through the open window, the one you left open every night in case he would come by.

He would not be welcomed through the front door, not with your parents sleeping so soundly in their bedroom down the hall. Despite you telling him multiple times that they’d probably bow to him and gladly send you off to his estate to live in the lap of luxury mated to the High Lord, Tamlin knew many Fae still hated him. He did not want to risk your reputation or safety.

“You should be sleeping,” came his low voice, huffing only slightly as he stepped through the narrow window opening. He untangled his legs from the flowing curtains, turning to promptly shut the window.

“I tried,” you confessed, sitting up in your bed, letting the covers pool around your waist. The cold air nipped at you, causing goosebumps to prickle over your arms. But Tamlin’s large hands found your biceps in greeting, thumbs brushing against your skin as he knelt beside the bed next to you. “How could I sleep knowing you’d come visit me?”

A smile pulled at the corner of his pink lips. “You’re too sweet for me.” At that, you scrunched your nose, knowing how the male was a secret hopeless romantic - he loved your sweet words, your soft praises, and sappy love quotes.

You grabbed a handful of blankets and opened them up, making a move to push yourself over in the bed, before Tamlin’s hand fell to yours and stopped you, instead tucking the blankets up over your hips again. “I shouldn’t stay,” he whispered, eyes still focused on the mismatch of fabric over your lap.

“You should stay,” you replied simply. “It’s been far too long since we spent an evening together here.” Secret rendezvous were saved for the nighttime, in which you’d sneak out to wander the forest with him or stay with him at the Spring Estate, rarely at your home. “Besides - ” his eyes flitted to yours once your soft hand crept up to his cheek. “I’m far too comfortable to leave my bed now.”

“You’re so close to falling back asleep,” he chucked as you tried (and failed) to suppress a small yawn.

“Come fall asleep with me.” Your soft voice was so difficult to say no to. “I’ll tell you about my dream earlier. You were in it.”

He kissed your open palm - the one that had been cradling his jaw, scratching the new scruff that had grown over night. Those emerald eyes glowed against the moonlight, shining with a sparkle of gold. His voice was gruff against your skin, but his words tickled no less. “They call that a nightmare, right?”

You frowned, and he couldn’t help but mirror the action. He wouldn’t have been able to stop the words forming from his lips even if he tried. “I’ve had plenty of nightmares over the past century,” you replied, failing to hide the bitterness in your tone - his pointed ears flinched behind his blond locks. “You were the subject of none of them.”

He nodded so faintly that if your hand wasn’t holding his face, you wouldn’t have been able to tell. He knew that even if you were telling the truth, if he wasn’t physically those wretched dreams, he was the cause: the war, the famine, the downfall of the Spring Court - all him.

And if he wasn’t careful in rebuilding, the cold that haunted the spring evenings would soon bring frost. The morning dew would turn to ice and the magic that would as woven into the lands of the Prythian Court would die, leaving nothing bust Dusk in its wake.

Though he knew you were not sharing the same thoughts at that very moment, you still felt the shiver run down your spine that earned a shutter from you. But Tamlin surrendered, standing abruptly, kicking off his boots and stripping to his undergarments. You smiled broadly, blissful sleep still lacing your features.

You quickly made room for him in your narrow bed, shoving off a few blankets - the male ran hot, even in his Fae form, he still radiated a lethal amount of heat. He slid in beside you, broad chest pressed firmly into your side. You hummed in satisfaction, the bond in your chest finally calming down as your body recognized your mate beside you. Tamlin bent his head downwards to press a kiss to the side of your head but was dissatisfied, opting to turn you in his arms until your front was firmly up against his, your face resting right over his heart, the top of your head falling perfectly into the crook of his neck.

He hummed in approval; you recognized his own heartbeat falling into sync with yours: fully at ease. Your hands traced lines across his chest, the thick muscled ridges carved into his torso. His fingers tangled in torn nightgown, bunching it up at the waist so he could feel the soft skin of your back and thighs against him. His hands lazily moved across your curves, as if each part of you would melt into him until you became one being.

Your hand moved up to trace the outer shell of his ear, a sensitive spot that turned the male into putty in your hands. You stroked his hair, splayed out behind him on your fluffy pillow. “Sweet dreams, my love,” you whispered against his skin,

His arms tightened around your waist, curling around your back in a tight embrace. A hug. A gesture which the male so desperately needed, that made him feel so safe, holding you in his arms. “I’ll dream only of you,” he promised, lips brushing the crown of your head. “You and those sweet words and sweet kisses.”

#tamlin x reader #tamlin fanfic #tamlin imagine #tamlin #tamlin acotar #acotar #acosf #fanfiction

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A Case Against “Redemption = Death”

“Redemption = Death” is, in my opinion, one of the laziest “telling not showing” cop-outs you can write, and it happens over and over and over again. It’s manipulative, it’s cheap, it kneecaps the character’s development, it undermines the meaning of a true redemption, and it promotes a message that some people are so evil, the *only* redemption for them is the ultimate sacrifice.

**Taking an aside here to plainly ignore religious connotations and focus on the success or failure of a satisfying character arc**

I hate this trope. I have never seen a flawless execution of this trope in its basest form: Evil bad guy is evil for 99% of their story, and in the 11th hour has an out-of-character realization that they’ve done wrong and sacrifices themself for the heroes, whom they don’t actually care about, for ~drama~.

Today’s writing advice is pretty straightforward: Please stop doing this. It tends to happen in action movies like the superhero genre, but also in action-heavy sci-fi and fantasy where rich character development is sacrificed for spectacle and cool battles. I love action movies, even the stupid ones, and I firmly believe that they can do better.

1. It’s manipulative

A malignant evildoer who shows zero remorse for their entire story, commits heinous acts of violence and abuse, who murders, steals, beats, cheats, betrays, and uses other characters does not earn any shed tears over their ultimate sacrifice.

Time and time again, the big bad will do a 180 and leave the protagonist distraught over how to react to this, often with lines like “maybe he was a hero all along,” or “you know he really wasn’t that bad”. (a la Snape before we all woke up and realized he's a whiny Nice Guy)

Nope. He was actually that bad, and his final act of terror was convincing you to give a damn about him and regret not being able to save him (and it is always male characters. It’s always men. Find me a story where it’s a woman and I will gladly read it and complain about her, too).

This character has only themselves to blame for their Tragic Backstory. They were never a tragic hero, they didn’t fall from grace. There was never any hope or expectation that they could do better, the hero isn’t even trying to redeem them, it just happens in an attempt to engineer depth where there isn’t any.

2. It’s cheap

A hastily-written “redemption” tips the author’s hand, showing that they didn’t plan for or can’t conceptualize how to fix the mess they’ve made. Now, maybe the villain dies in the last chapter of the book and the story has no room for the aftermath anyway—that’s fine. It’s only a problem when the villain gets an unfounded “he wasn’t so bad” reflection by the survivors to scribble a deeper meaning and message for the story in the final lap.

If you’re planning from the start to have your villain be “not that bad,” provide any evidence other than them deciding maybe they don’t want the world to burn as the clock on the nuke counts down to zero.

This would be like if Gandalf told Pippin Denethor was actually a decent guy as the man flings himself off Gondor's tallest tower after nearly burning his son alive.

3. It kneecaps the character’s potential

Character deaths, whether they’re permanent or not, are generally treated by the other characters as permanent and final in the moment. There’s tears, there’s funerals, there’s grief and regret over what could have been, what might’ve been, what should have been.

And all of that development goes straight to the surviving characters, not the one that died.

Your dead evildoer can’t prove they’re trying to do better once they’re dead. They can’t show their remorse, they can’t show how they planned to fix all their mistakes, they can’t follow through with choosing the path of “good”. They’re dead.

You killed them to avoid the hard work of having to write them as a good guy.

4. It undermines the meaning of a true redemption

Self-sacrifice is a noble end, but self-sacrifice because a character can’t imagine actually committing to the long and bumpy road of fixing all their mistakes is cowardice. The people they hurt are still suffering, the wrongs they committed still need answering for, the damage they’ve done still needs rectifying and dying leaves all that work to those who survive them.

They’ve done nothing to prove they’re worthy of redemption except to stop digging their hole deeper and at that point they’re not “redeemed” they’re only marginally defined as a “tragic hero” by the skin of their teeth, depending on what catastrophe they prevent with their death.

5. It argues that some people aren’t worth redeeming

Ironically, “redemption = death” proves the exact opposite of the case you’re trying to make. They die because they’re convinced they must, because not a single other character could either talk them out of it, or cared enough to show them death wasn’t the only option.

“Redemption” is only for those who everyone thinks aren’t worth redeeming. But he’s irredeemable! Is he? Or do you just want to see him punished and have zero faith that he can’t at least try to right his wrongs?

This would be like if Zuko showed up at the Western Air Temple and instead of becoming Aang's fire bending teacher, he died fighting Combustion Man or Azula in a blaze of glory, all because Katara would not budge from her "he's evil and always will be" stance.

Or, if Zuko died in the last agni-kai, taking Azula down with him, as if the story said "yeahhhhh, we just gotta go clean slate here and expunge the whole Fire Family, but hey, Zuko did stop Azula in his blaze of glory".

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But what happens when “redemption = death” is actually satisfying? Aka, not a redeemed villain, just a tragic hero. So let’s look at a famous example: Darth Vader.

This is a character that checks two boxes: He has one pillar of light determined to save him, and he’s shown before his moment of sacrifice to have some remorse. It doesn’t come out of nowhere.

He’s not redeemed, though, because his one act of murder-suicide may end the war (ignoring the sequel trilogy) but doesn’t undo all the damage and lives lost and planets destroyed. He’s just a tragic hero.

Sometimes, however, this character knows the only way all the evil ends is with their death. They know they’re doomed because by their continued existence, evil persists, and they literally cannot live on to fix things because things will never be fixable so long as they’re still breathing. Or, they’re terminally ill and incurable through their own machinations with the Big Bad and will die no matter what they do, might as well go out swinging.

Greed, from Fullmetal Alchemist fits here. He spent more time as a reluctant good guy occasionally doing bad and selfish things because his essence is chained to a good guy, but he cannot survive the story, because by his very nature, he’s a piece of the main villain.

But even then, Greed’s redemption comes *before* he dies, we all already love his character, this is just the tragic icing on the cake. His realization that, in his final act, he becomes the most selfless character in the show—the antithesis of his entire being.

Your mid-redemption character redeems themselves as much as they can while they still breathe. They help the other heroes, they teach the team everything they know, they show their plans for a better future and have even built tools to help the survivors thrive. They’ve dreamed about being a part of this future that’s barred from them. They’ve fully understood and accepted the consequences of their actions. They understand that their final punishment is never living to see the paradise they nearly destroyed.

Even if they can’t change the world with their actions, they’ve done all the emotional and personal labor they can manage with those that they’ve hurt. They’ve made friends, allies, even romantic endeavors.

And when they die and the heroes mourn, they mourn the hero that this redeemed villain became, not who they imagined this villain could be if they tried, if they'd made different choices. At that point, redemption didn’t even equal death for them, redemption was the short road to recovery before the consequences of their actions finally caught up with them.

#writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools #writing a book #writing #writeblr #character design #redemption arc #character arcs #last airbender #atla #zuko #fullmetal alchemist #greed fma

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Been thinking about winners.... Then I thought too hard... Here's my thoughts on.. all of them,,,,

• IF bdubs won next season: he has earned it. It would be great seeing as last season was a 3rd life throwback and sort of a redemption, if the next season was his most difficult we could go full heros journey with this bitch and the win would be incredibly satisfying.

9/10 didn't realize I wanted him to win but, I'm rooting for him now! Convinced me

• If bigB won next season: please let him win. I need him to win. He hasn't gotten a single ounce of attention from the fandom in any of his 4 amazing story arcs, and maybe just maybe they would care about him if he won. With new members joining he could have a fresh start (again), maybe with a win he could pull ahead all on his own, just like he started 2 years ago.

1000/10 I NEEED IT

• if Cleo won next season: hggfhhfjg. Hfhfhgfgg... Divorce quartet real... The animations... The fanart..... It would be so cool. I don't think Cleos character has much motivation to win atm, but if she was forced into a position where she needed to take the win it could be a very refreshing twist on the story.

7/10 we love to see a king winning

• if etho won next season: hey sorry ethogirls I don't know him well enough- all I know is that the fans would become crazy and I'd become an ethogirl. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

• if gem won next season: okay, gem win would be awesome, yeah. Doesn't matter if everyone loves her, doesn't matter if everyone hates her, I just need her to be the main character, be confused, be crazy, die. It would hurt her character so deeply and would be genuinely amazing for her lore.

8/10 this would be sick

• if grian won next season: let's try that again baby! He might have won the first time with kindness, trust, loyalty and true friendship- but it can't be like that anymore can it. Everyone's left him, everyone's moved on, his life is falling apart, and for once he's barely stopping it. He's just trying to understand what's going on. He ends up in a similar situation to s1, and can't take it- he snaps, kills the other players, and wins once more, making everyone go crazy and the fandom die from shock immediately.

4/10 hmmmm

• if impulse won next season: HES BEEN SOOOOOO CLOSE FOR THE PAST 4 SEASONS. GIVE IT TO HIM PLEASE. only if he weasels his way in though, I love it when he's a lying little cheat and a freaky lil traitor. He needs everyone in his life to leave him or trust him completely and I will die on that hill.

7/10 hehehehe impman

• if Jimmy won next season: ughhhhhhh. Okay. So. Canary boy. He has never experienced pain before in his entire life. For those reasons 1. I'd love for him to win so he can finally understand the series he's in 2. I'd hate for him to win because nooo he broke the curse :((

Canary/10

• if Joel won next season: SBDBDJSKXBJDBXKSDBJDHSHAHDH THAT WOULD BE SO GOOOOOOOD WAIT WAIT WAIT I HADN'T EVEN CONSIDERED- so he's been alone the past 4 seasons, yeah. Even during double life with his loving husband, he knew he would end up alone again in the end, so it was all for nothing in his eyes. He gave his full trust and loyalty to his boys, something he's not used to, and if next season he's alone again- he can't take it. He goes about it smarter then last life, though- he keeps to himself, makes himself stronger the whole season, builds companionship with people (they're not used to him being so friendly), and wins with a last minute betrayal or simply being the last man standing. He would barely expect it, but it would heal his character so much, and also break him.

9/10 WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!you better do this right asshole. Just kidding however he wins will be perfect

• if Lizzie won next season: similar to gem, but with more spite, and more guarenteed loneliness. It would be- really hard for her to take another season. All of her allyships would be strained, and I can totally see her joining or even commanding another big group, but she'd be alone in reality. A win for her would be cruel.

5/10 queen please

• if martyn won next season: illegal

• If mumbo won next season: I'd go crazy. Mumbos got so many satisfying ways to take his character, and the FANART and god lhbevfuebejrkje. Hes only been there once. He never learned how to play the game. If he won this time- hendndjdjbthekdndkelkebek 500/10 I need it

• if pearl won next season: as much as I would love for her to win again, 1. Too soon, she hasn't recovered from the first one please 2. The fandom would hate her for it 3. She already got what she needed from her first win. It'd be unnecessary for her character arc. It's very unlikely anyways, I'm sure if she got in that situation again, which might happen, she'd give it to whoever else is there.

3/10 I'm sorry goddess

• if Ren won next season: PLEASEEEEEE BE KIND TO HIMMMMMM honestly I think they would just give him the win. He's gonna get in a nice group, they're gonna have loyalty to him and he's gonna have loyalty to them, and wherever it goes he's gonna end up in the endgame again. Everyone there will understand that he deserves that win. If they don't martyn will kill em all into understanding lol. Maybe we could get a desert duo "you can kill me" moment but martyn refuses and kills himself. That would be so cool of him actually

7/10 my doggo deserves love but not like this

• if scar won next season: :3c

He need to okay. He needs to. I don't care how it happens I don't care when it happens I just need him to murder grian and get the win. I need him to understand that HE DESERVES TO WIN. he's gone through so much and he still doesn't understand his self worth, but if he kills that stupid bitch and calls upon old allies to help him get to the end- it could be so lovely oh my god

10/10 my brother in Christ

• if Scott won next season: this would kill him he would leave

0/0 I'm scared

• if skizz won next season: okay his story thus far wasn't amazing, oh wait it was. ACTUALLY HIS LIMITED LIFE WAS THE ONLY GOOD LIMITED STORY(completely untrue but listen IT WAS FULL, THERE WAS A WHOLE CHARACTER ARC even if it was good person to better person, HE IS SO TALENTED AND CHARISMATIC IF HE TEAMED UP WITH THE RIGHT PEOPLE NEXT SEASON I COULD TOTALLY SEE IT BEING AMAZING. HE DESERVES IT. AND HIS WIN WOULD BE AWESOME.

9/10 he's pretty give me a break

• if tango wins next season: okay while all of his seasons other then last life have been boring it could be fun. I mean okay, double life wasn't boring. And I can't say anything about 3rd life. Sure, jeez, he can win. Just need him to get mad and kill some guys first ^_^

5/10 go for it guy

Sorry I advance to everyone I angered deeply with this post, I don't know all the characters perfectly. I can't wait to see this age like fine wine with the next season, honestly whoever wins I'll be crazy about no matter what. I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this!

#trafficblr #text post #bdoubleo100 #bigbst4tz2 #zombiecleo #ethoslab #geminitay #grian #impulsesv #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #renthedog #goodtimeswithscar #scott smajor #skizzleman #tangotek

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 months

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thoughts about the devil in fiction

I think the amount of stories that feature or even focus on a deeply sympathetic or tragic Lucifer Morningstar who is not so much evil as misunderstood, or someone who broke the rules before anyone understood rules could be broken, are an interesting take on our innate need to believe that literally anyone can be redeemed, or at least have some capacity for desiring or wishing for redemption even if they can never, ever earn it.

The tragedy of Lucifer isn't that he was the first of the damned, but that he simply has no other future, no hint of potential to have existence be anything but what it already is.

His tragedy never results in any significant change to heaven in a positive direction. Usually these stories involve the idea of rebellion designed to take heaven down or make it more similar to hell. Rebellion based on being jealous of humanity's ability to make their own choices, or being so proud of himself that he believed his power could rival God.

Lucifer remains trapped within a prison of his own pride and belief that he knows best, or maybe the story involves him learning that his pride was misplaced, but even so the punishment is never truly lifted. It cannot be. It's eternal.

There's also an element, I think, of many people seeing the unfairly demonized - how impossible it can seem to fight against seemingly arbitrary rules - and sort of painting that in larger strokes using the Devil as a canvas. The first of creation to look at the way things were and wonder why they could not be different than this.

How many of us grow up thinking we will change things on a grand scale, fight against the powers that made us, and instead find ourselves simply struggling to maintain hope in a world we aren't allowed to affect? Who find ourselves stomped down when we stand up, or told our ideas are impossible? Told that we're just jealous of those who have more than we have, or that we're too full of ourselves thinking we could make a difference?

It's a really interesting relatability that we have created out of a handful of mentions in a very old book, similar mythologies from other religions, and sheer imagination.

Even in Dante's Hell, written in the 17th century, Lucifer is tragic, damned by pride and envy of God to reign in Hell but ultimately declaring he would rather rule the worst of creation than serve the best.

Is it the best, though?

What is humanity with all its potential for both bad and good removed?

Is the goodness of humanity worth much if it can't be contrasted with the worst? Does good exist without evil, or is it functionally meaningless at that point? Does Lucifer rule over the way that humanity can define what is good, rather than serve a good that has no evil with which to compare itself?

One of my favorite takes has always been those stories that have Lucifer's damnation be focused on seeing the worst of humanity coalesced, over and over and over again, and never allowed to see goodness in Creation. That his tragedy is that he isn't allowed to see how we can use the free will and knowledge of good and evil to do good, he can only see the way it's been twisted to darkness. Which suggests that he has been blinded to goodness purposefully.

The story of the serpent tempting Eve is always performed or written as the serpent slyly, knowingly tricking her by saying, "Surely you will not die," with a wink and a nudge. But there's another take in which the serpent - often written to be the same as Lucifer/Satan and explicitly stated to be the same entity in Christianity, although Genesis doesn't actually make that connection, it's just a snake who can talk and ask questions Eve and Adam hadn't thought of yet - was genuinely of the belief that humanity wouldn't come to same ruin he had, since they were so clearly and obviously being given a different set of potential than the angels.

In that reading, "Surely you will not die," is said with outright, honest confusion as to why they would think so.

After all, this creation was two people in a garden being given endless paradise. But there was something about the potential of their existence they had yet to touch... the ability to make choices that were truly their own.

His rage, his unending fury and pain, is because he believed once in his hubris that if humans can be given the capacity to choose, so could an angel. But then he realized that it didn't matter... even his rebellion was choreographed. It was just lines written on a page, enter the Morningstar, stage left, give his lines, be thrown into the pit.

If the plan was written from the start by a power he could never begin to equal, that means it was a script whose lines he read thinking those thoughts were his own.

Lucifer's tragedy is that even his pride and his envy, his fall, wasn't actually his.

His rage and his suffering is just one more step in a plan larger than he could ever be.

And he had no idea until it was done.

Punished for playing his part so well in a play he had no hand in writing and no idea was even an act, given the unending absence of the basic foundation of angelic existence afterward, forced to witness the worst of the favored creation given everything he ever wanted only to squander it...

Isn't that a tragedy unlike any other?

So those stories that feature Lucifer or even demons in general who are sympathetic and tragic because they are fighting against a constructed universe that they can barely touch or affect and who are suffering an absence, a chasm inside of them that was once filled with artificially created joy that was removed as arbitrarily as it was made...

You can see why those stories resonate over centuries, take new forms, and are an endless fascination for those of us here.

#lucifer morningstar #literary thoughts #the devil #satan #tragedy #tropes #characterization #demons #demons in fiction #satan in fiction #writing #reading #lucifer

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Just saw and commented on your new sinner designs, LOVE them all so much!

I do have to ask because your Deadbeat Motel lives rent-free in my head at this point, already a much better execution than HH IMO. Would Charlie and Valerie be tryna redeem Crymini, Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb- and possibly Husk and Nifty- or would their main focus of redemption still just be Angel Dust?

And one more question, does our silly awkward transmasc anglerfish king Baxter come into this story at all?

Ah! I'm really happy to hear that since I've been using this as an exercise in writing and character-building. Plus It's genuinely the only way I'm able to enjoy HH as I'm fixing so many big issues that I have about it wasting the potential of some genuinely amazing and creative concepts. (AngelDust, Charlie and Nifty come into mind)

Also, I'm really glad you asked (since looking at my schedule, it might take me a while to finish everyone's rewrites and redesigns) So here's the answer to your question (and a sprinkle of trivia about Deadbeat Motel):

Charlie, Redemption and the Sinners:

Charlie and Valerie will be focusing on redeeming Every sinner of the motel, including Alastor (who in this rewrite, is not a patron of the hotel but a powerful overlord who was roped into this project because of Lilith's meddling).

The sinners and Valerie all have varying degrees of faith in this project (A little spoiler-y but who cares, I'm not making an Amazon show.): > Valerie is in this project because she too wants to know if there is a chance for a sinner (maybe even her) can find some way to become good enough to be accepted in heaven. Despite having been taught to know that the answer is "no.", Charlie has taught her to believe in what others think is impossible. > Angel Dust is honestly only here because it's the first place that feels safe for him. He doesn't believe it's possible to redeem him but he's happy enough to have a place that Val can't find some way to ruin. > Despite his pessimistic outlook, there's a part of him that would want redemption to be possible. His son died fairly young and was in heaven, so far out of his reach. If redemption is possible, then maybe he can see him again. > Nifty is indifferent, to her, it was all grown-up talk she wasn't interested in. Redemption? Blegh, if it was a boy, it would most certainly be one she would stray away from. > Cherri Bomb doesn't care about redemption and frankly thinks it's impossible, she's just here because no other Women Group wants her and this is the only one that wants to accept her that has only 3 men. Even if it's possible, she doubts that the people she hurt want to forgive her. > Crymini doesn't even fully understand why she's here and hates hell. She's just in this project because she thinks she deserves to be up there in heaven. She doesn't believe she needs to do any kind of redeeming. > Alastor has absolutely no faith in the project and that he can be redeemed, he thinks it a waste of time as he knows that even certain people belong in hell (Overlords like himself for example. Humans who earned that spot in hell for their Heinous sins while they were alive.) He's only here because he struck a deal with Lilith to look after Charlie. > Pentious...... I'm still working on her

If I had to rank them from Most redeemable to irredeemable, It'd be: Crymini -> Husk -> Pentious -> Nifty -> Angel Dust -> CherriBomb -> Alastor

Oh! and to be true to the name, they are actually running a small motel instead of the grand hotel we see in the show proper. It makes it feel a lot more tight-knit.

Baxter:

To be real honest with you, I have no idea how to write Baxter into this since There's not much I know of the guy and I try to not have duplicates in this rewrite. The mad scientist role already belongs to Pentious. I might make him Pentious' partner in crime, and possibly make Cherri Bomb feel somewhat threatened that some person may have her snake's heart before she does.

Also, Baxter is the one character I might not want to redesign because miraculously, this is the first Vivziepop design that I have absolutely no problems with. I don't even mind the little bowler hat. It's absolutely adorable!

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #deadbeat motel rewrite #asks stuff #woah this is really long... whoops

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henrysglock · 1 year

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Okay okay okay hold up. I hate Henry as much as the next guy, but I thought we were all on the same page about one thing.

Henry Creel is a tragic villain, and you should be able to recognize his humanity before the Hawkins Lab Massacre.

Like...the point of showing that he was abused by both his family and the lab was supposed to give us a cause and effect for why he is the way he is, like they did with Billy's backstory. It showed us that there was a good long time when he was still within reach, when he was a boy who was suffering and no one came to save him.

Monsters are created, not born. There's no child that's born evil. Hatred is a learned behavior. There's a clear cause and effect, and that's important to the narrative surrounding Will and Henry.

The combined lack of love, support, and safety leads to the monstrous man we see in s4. The lack of those things is what makes him into Will's narrative foil.

Will had a strong support network that loved him and did their damndest to keep him safe, so we see someone warm and loving and relatively not jaded. Henry was constantly abused and imprisoned with no one to protect him, so we see someone cold and bitter and filled with hatred. Narrative foils.

Granted, Henry may have been predisposed to acts of violence as a child, but what makes him a monster is what he chooses to do as an independent man after he's granted the ability to free himself from his abuser. It's his actions and choices after that point that label him as a monster.

If he'd left the lab and disappeared after El removed Soteria, he'd be a neutral character. If he'd freed El too, after she removed Soteria, he might even be a tragic minor protagonist.

Henry Creel is a monster, of course. No one is saying he can or should be saved now. What's important to remember is that there was a time when he could have and should have been saved.

If you can't see that then you're missing the whole point of that narrative. His backstory, like Billy's, should inspire at least a touch of empathy/sympathy.

On a related note, there's an important distinction and continuum:

Will/Billy/Henry vs Hero/Anti-Hero/Villain

Will is a Hero and a victim. He was abused, and chose to destroy the cycle of abuse by being a loving friend, brother, and son.

Billy is an Anti-Hero, and he's irredeemable (not by the fact that he couldn't have changed but because he wasn't given the chance). We see that maybe, possibly, he could have become better. When shown compassion, he fought the Mindflayer and sacrificed himself to save everyone. It doesn't excuse anything he's done, but it shows us that had he been given a chance to escape his abusive situation and experience some perspective-altering events...He could have turned it around. He was 18, he still had an entire life in front of him. He may have been able to turn it around, but we'll never know, so based on the final narrative he's earned the label of irredeemable Anti-Hero.

Henry is a Villain and a monster. This is because he was given the opportunity to escape the cycle of abuse and instead chose to perpetuate it. He had a chance, after El removed Soteria, to kill Brenner and escape. He chose not to, instead murdering all the children in the lab, harming El, and going on to harm Will (plus the other victims). He lost his chance at redemption when he chose not to end the cycle of abuse. He became a Villain when he perpetuated it (the two were simultaneous in this case).

That's our Will/Billy/Henry continuum. Hero/Anti-Hero/Villain. Good/Mixture/Evil. All of them suffered abuse, and for each of them love and compassion were deciding factors in their response.

Will, shown continual love and compassion: Hero

Billy, only shown compassion immediately before death: Irredeemable Anti-Hero

Henry, never shown love or compassion: Villain.

It's a clear gradient.

That's the message of that narrative: Love saves people.

#don't crucify me i'm not an apologist or a sympathizer #i very much believe Henry Creel must Die Painfully for his actions #i'm also not looking to excuse anything Billy did. he was an ass.#but i saw a post about Henry being 'born bad' and that's just not true #we need to have sympathy for children guys. no one is born evil.#actions and behaviors often have direct causes #Henry Creel #Will Byers #Billy Hargrove #stranger things analysis #byler tumblr #literary analysis #henry/vecna/001

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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YES! I love ‘nothing happens but something is happening’ and am dying to see your recs!

Omg thank you so much for indulging me, honey love 🥺💜 convo based on @floydig’s og post!

Bright Side by @floydig (T, 2k)

It’s been one year since the war, and Draco is on probation. He lives in a shitty muggle flat in the middle of nowhere in California and delivers pizza.

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai (T, 3k)

The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

Even the Night by @tackytigerfic (M, 3.4k)

Featuring lots of cigarettes, a Midsummer sky, close encounters in a bath, and plenty of fireworks.

Interlude by dynamic (E, 4k)

Harry doesn’t know how to be a stranger to Draco Malfoy.

oxygen [Fic & Art] by @maesterchill (T, 4k)

Draco doesn’t smoke. Except when he needs to breathe.

The Slytherin Urn by @ICMezzo (E, 4.6k)

Nothing turns Harry on quite like redemption.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by DorthyAnn (T, 5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Still Warm, Still Warm by @tsauergrass (G, 5k)

Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)

Draco's a father, Harry's in love with him, and it's really hard to take things slow.

Intelligence by aideomai (T, 5.8k)

“I don’t believe it,” Ginny said, voice low with venom and fury. “Did you know?” “I knew there was a spy,” Hermione said.

Stay (With Me) by @dorthyanndrarry (M, 6.5k)

Harry and Draco have been seeing each other casually, whenever they bumped into one another at Galas and Balls and other social events, always keeping one another at a careful distance. But one step forward seems to remove all space between them, sending them crashing together with an almost inevitable gravity.

Along Came Potter by huldrejenta (T, 9k)

Potter shows up at Draco’s flat. Then he shows up again, and again, and again.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 9k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly (T, 9.7k)

Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet. Cue soft blood drinking, quiet nights of reading and crocheting, and Harry thinking that maybe--just maybe--he might not be so alone anymore.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (E, 13k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by thistle_verse (T, 14k)

Draco has finally found the perfect, rare piece to complete his collection. The only problem is that the item belongs to Harry Potter, the last wizard on earth Draco wants to ask another favour from.

With Hands Full of Dusk by @corvuscrowned (E, 15k)

Harry thought he'd found what he was searching for after the war. But as the quiet life he's earned begins to unravel at the seams, he finds himself searching instead for an elusive, mythical creature found only in lore and legend - with none other than Draco Malfoy as his companion.

World's Edge by RurouniHime (E, 15k)

In the harshest environment on earth, Harry finds that escaping is harder than simply running.

Turn and Face the Strange (time may change me) by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 16k)

Draco and Harry and how their relationship—and themselves—change over the course of eleven years.

White as Snow by @bixgirl1 (E, 19k)

After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup — and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (T, 43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

#asks #nothing happens but something is happening #drarry reclist #quiet fics #my favorite kind of fic!#thehoneybeet

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socksandbuttons · 6 months

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I HEARD WE’RE TALKING ABOUT KC USED AS CHARACTER HERE CUZ BOI FO I HAVE LOT IN MY MIND ABOUT THAT (a bit of a rant so uh yeah)

I feel like such, and I mean SUCH a wasted opportunity and potential for KC as a character. Multiple times where I felt like it just so off about how he’s been handle and how it ended. You mean to tell me, this man right here has just gotten his redemption to being good, gone for a few months away from us to see how he’s doing only for us to see one last time before he got straight kill by his own Bloody Son? I mean yeah sure, Im driven for angst but the way they did it for his death just felt not earn, i dont know how to explain it. Im glad that KC at least acknowledge about Bloodmoon’s whole issue but to just die afterwards?? And that’s it?? Yeah ok, he’s a pacifist now and a good guy, but he’s still can defend himself. Maybe came out injured from the fight but still alive. But no…. He just die. Thats it

I cant help but feel like they have been just like, throwing KC’s character around. They either dont know what to do or have other plans for him, but just the way it’s been handle it just. I dont know I gotten a whole rant about this.

I remember when they said that Moon will give KC a proper body but apparently Moon never made that happen. Now, I wanna give the showrunner the benefit of a doubt and cut them some slack cuz Im sure they have other things to do beside the show to even remember that

Idk what else to say. I know for sure there are a lot more in my mind abt this but I cant type it all out atm so take it as you will

Oh yeah no I do feel they didn't know what to do with him other than have him come in once a while and felt the death necessary rather than use him more. (The two voice actors for Sun and Moon have like three channels.) I do feel they haven't been too consistent anyway with KC (the rush of a redemption, no seeming closure for somethings, etc. I could be missing something but yeah) They could've had him for the current astral plot (Given he has star knowledge and *harnessing its power*) PLUS Earth's situation about her feelings about the Creator (I'll keep bringing it up, but Deliberately MADE to be a killing machine is right in her face. I know she has Forgor but once again her whole Need to know and uncomfortable with being out of loop. Her entire encounter with KC would be such a haze to her it'd definitely bother her enough.) KC isn't the first example of not using a character to its full (Solar Flare and Even first Bloodmoon. Literally... literally was taught magic and thats never brought up again). It's also just how numbers work on the channel too. They take most review from youtube and discord from what I understand and from what I see there is a difference with majority and what we're saying most of the time. Lunar was brought back cause he was rather popular already (also he wasn't fully killed either in the same episode).

#But also i love lunar so #genuinely after some time u get to recognize they ARE adopting some fan things and review since theyre under a company.#its a youtube channel and they didnt really stick with killcode too much (if u think about it around that time a lot of people complained-#they introduced too many characters)#i forgot where i was going but im not surprised they cut back on characters they arent using or lose popularity vote #BUT REGARDLESS I STILL THINK... actually i know with enough people we could try asking for kc back #(of course they would. they made an earth and lunar show because of feedback i think same with monty!)#its just pestering enough #but small percentage on tumblr that they DONT check isnt gonna change their minds too much #unless they do they check but havent seen any activity that they do #twitter at most really #ANYWAY NUMBERS GAME THATS WHY BUT ALSO A WASTE OF KCS CHARACTER IN WHAT THEY COULDVE UTILIZED HIM MORE #EVEN AFTER HE DIED THEY KINDA... STILL IGNORED HIM????#lunar doesnt even know the guy is dead???? OR EARHT???#unless it was an offscreen thing then yeah thats yeah #sams killcode #words. rants everywhree

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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Part two to the bed sharing fic, please! Maybe a goodnight kiss gets a little out of hand? 👀

Warnings: some NSFW

Part 1 Here

Sharing a Bed with Izzy Hands Part 2:

It had been one night, one slightly humiliating night, but now Izzy could go back to pretending it never happened. He trusted you wouldn't run your mouth about his less-than-appropriate dream, and he would make sure to keep his distance from you. It would be easy and things could go back to normal.

At least, it could have, if Stede fucking Bonnet didn't want to ruin his fucking life.

Izzy barely had a couple of hours to plan his redemption before Stede was informing the crew of his change of plans. Telling them that they were having some renovations done in the captain's cabin, so the crew would be staying another night in the inn. Stede had rented the same rooms for another night, assuring the crew that the payments were taken care of. So, they had no real complaints about their extended stay.

"I'm sure the original arrangements will be fine for another night?" Stede asked, looking around for any protests.

Izzy was tempted to punch him, but he bit his tongue and didn't complain. Complaining would give something away, make the crew think that something was wrong, invite questions. It would only add to his embarrassment.

Once evening came that day, you and Izzy didn't go to the room together like you had the night before. You had wandered up about an hour before him.

Instead of joining you, Izzy had decided to get himself a drink, hoping it might take the edge off, stop him from being so antsy. He lingered at the bar, drinking slowly until his cup was empty, before deciding to turn in for the night.

You had been up there for a while and he would have to join you eventually, anything else would practically be admitting defeat.

He dragged his feet up to the room and let himself in. Since you had gone to the room earlier, he had hoped that you would already be asleep, so he was quiet as he entered.

Izzy closed and locked the door quietly. The oil lamp on the bedside table was still on, providing a dim light, illuminating the shape of you under the covers. Just like he had expected, you were in bed, on the side against the wall like the night before and facing it, facing away from him.

Izzy worked silently, removing his boots and waistcoat, neatly putting them to the side. He removed his necktie, placing it on top of his waistcoat, and slipped his ring onto his finger for safekeeping.

He sighed to himself before untucking his shirt and undoing a couple of the top buttons, just to make himself more comfortable, before slipping into the bed. He made sure not to disturb you too much, he didn't want to wake you.

Izzy settled down onto his back, letting himself relax into the mattress.

"Thought you'd gone back to the ship," your quiet question, soft and gentle, nearly gave him a fucking heart attack. It took far too much energy for him not to flinch off of the bed, all of his muscles tensing instead.

"I'm not getting involved in whatever those two are doing to the captain's cabin," Izzy grumbled.

"Yeah, renovations," you spoke a little louder, a little more sure, as you rolled over to face him. "What do you think that's about?" you asked.

"I don't even want to know" he muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

You just laughed, "I bet their expanding the bed." Unfortunately Izzy had risked a glance at you just in time to catch the way you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"I really don't want to know about that," and he really didn't. It's definitely for the best he didn't go back to the ship, he'd only end up raving at the captains and their renovation crew for wasting time and funds.

"Probably just another bookshelf or something," you assured him, though you didn't actually think that would make him feel much better.

"Fucking bookshelves," Izzy grumbled to himself again, earning another laugh from you.

"Well, I for one, have resigned myself to enjoy another night in a bed," you teased, tucking your arm under your head. "Plus, the company isn't half bad," you continued. He just rolled his eyes, staring up at the ceiling again. "Oh, come on, I kept the bed warm for you and everything. Could I at least get a 'thank you'?" you knew that you were pushing, toeing a very thin line, but you felt like this was your last chance to try.

"At least you did something useful, for once," Izzy huffed. It should have been mean but you had to bite back a smile, he was joking with you. That was a step in the right direction, maybe more like ten steps in the right direction.

"You should hire me full time," you suggested playfully.

Now, wouldn't that be an interesting new station aboard the Revenge? Izzy Hands' official bed warmer.

You caught the pink flush that spread up his neck and onto his face, even if he did only tell you to, "fuck. Off."

"I'm just playing," kinda, you added internally. "It's not that bad though, right?" you asked, voice softening again, going from joking to serious. You needed an answer.

There was a short pause, perhaps while Izzy was considering his answer. "...could be worse, I suppose. You could be Spriggs," he shrugged slightly.

"How awful that would have been for you," you chuckled before adding, "I'm happy with the circumstances too, Iz," even if that's not exactly what he said. You felt he had meant that to some extent.

"For the final time, from the bottom of my heart, fuck off," Izzy turned his head to look at you, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards ever so slightly.

"And from the bottom of my heart, fine," you retorted with a smile.

"Great, I can get some sleep," he muttered to himself, you just laughing softly as he turned away from you.

As he settled down on his side, facing away from you, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to mention it again. "So...cuddling is off the table this time?" you asked.

Sure, the first time you had found Izzy wrapped around you, it hadn't been to his knowledge and while he was asleep, but that second time, you had offered and he had curled around you because he wanted too.

"You don't quit, do you?" Izzy sighed.

"It's my fatal flaw," you just stared at the back of his head, "so...?"

"Fine," Izzy answered stiffly, taking a breath. "If only to shut you up," he turned to face you.

"Smooth talker," you cocked an eyebrow. He just muttered to himself, you couldn't make out what he was saying. And, because you couldn't let the night pass without trying, you asked, "how about a goodnight kiss?"

"For fuck's sake."

"Hey, only if you want. Just putting it out there, offering it up, letting you know that I'd be okay with it, y'know?" you surrendered, leaning back slightly in an attempt to give him some space in the small bed.

"Maybe you're worse than Spriggs," he considered, gaze flickering all over your face.

"Maybe?" you shrugged, "am I cuter though?"

That only earned you a glare from the first mate. You laughed but decided not to push him any further. He had been nicer to you than he would have been to anyone else, and that was good enough for you. If a little bit of playful banter and a cuddle was all you could get from the man, than that was more than you could ask for.

"I'd say so," he answered, quieter than he had previously been speaking, but his response still managed to catch you off guard.

You could only smile softly at him, the answer surprisingly sweet considering the way he usually spoke to the crew. It was sincere, and it make your chest flutter. So, of course you were looking at him so sweetly.

"Oh, fuck off," he muttered, rolling his eyes at your soft reaction, but he didn't turn away.

"What, I'm not allowed to smile at a compliment?" you asked.

"Don't get used to it," Izzy squinted. You thought he might have meant it to be a little harsh but he failed.

"'course not. I'll just get used to the cuddles, I really like those," you agreed with a firm nod.

"You talk...so much," Izzy sighed, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, maybe if I just got a goodnight kiss..." you suggested, making sure to keep that playful lilt, letting him wave it off as a joke.

Izzy looked at you again. Technically he hadn't looked away from you, but he was scanning your face again, trying to read you. To understand you. "You're being serious?" he asked, instantly cursing the vulnerability in the question.

"I meant what I said about last night," you started, him blushing at the reminder just like you thought he might. A reminder, as if he had forgotten that shameful moment only last night. The only reason he had been able to make it to bed instead of impaling himself on his own sword was because you seemed so honest when you said it was okay, that you didn't mind.

"I wasn't...that I didn't mind, before I realised you were asleep. I'm not messing with you, Izzy. It's not really my style. I know Lucius sometimes flirts when he doesn't mean it...but I don't," you told him, voice tender and sincere.

"You don't," he reiterated quietly with a nod, as if he was telling himself.

"I don't," you nodded in return. "But we can just go to sleep, I'm sure I'll survive," you joked, trying to relieve some tension.

"Yeah, you'd probably survive," Izzy agreed and you couldn't miss the way he watched your mouth, even in the dim light.

The two of you lay in quiet for a moment. The oil lamp was dimly lit behind him, casting a warm glow, ironically creating a bit of a halo around his head. He looked soft like this, his shirt out of place and ruffled, his hair beginning to fall from the style he kept it in, his face not set into a scowl.

He was looking at you in a similar way, taking in your features, perhaps comparing you to yourself of a day on the Revenge. Hopefully feeling the same fondness that you did.

So, you decided to take the chance. After all, you had already come this far. And, if you had judged this whole thing correctly, he wouldn't be put off.

You shifted closer towards Izzy on the bed. He let you and he didn't move away at all, his gaze repeatedly flickering between your eyes and your mouth. Despite thinking himself better than, he had quite an expressive face, it could be surprisingly easy to see what emotion he was feeling. His eyes gave everything away. Maybe that was why he tried to maintain his scowl so often, to not give himself away.

"Just a kiss," Izzy whispered.

"Just a kiss," you agreed.

And then his mouth was on yours.

To be fair, he only really had to tilt his chin forward to meet yours. That's how close the two of you had ended up.

And, as fast as his mouth was against yours, everything else just melted away. The Revenge, the crew, the inn you were in, the humiliation of last night. All Izzy could focus on was him and you, the way you kissed him.

God, the way you kissed him.

You kissed him gently but with an underlying heat, a heat that he found himself drawn to. So, he followed it, chased it, and you let him.

When his tongue brushed against the seam of your lips, without him even realising it, you opened your mouth. You let him in, let him find it, let him keep searching.

Your hand was against his face now, holding his jaw and stroking over his cheek. Somehow you had moved closer, Izzy rationalised that it was only to make yourself more comfortable.

Still, he only lent into your touch when your hand slipped from his face and began carefully trailing down his arm, your touch only a little more than featherlight.

You gently took his hand in yours, placing it against your waist before releasing it, a silent way of letting him know that it was okay to touch you. Whether he wanted to keep his hand there or not was up to him.

"More comfortable," you murmured into the kiss before immediately melting back in to it.

Izzy allowed the excuse, even if he knew what you were really doing. He supposed it let him excuse the way that his hand slipped around to your back. It was just...more comfortable.

Izzy wasn't sure how it happened or even when it happened exactly but his hand had returned to your waist and he had began to roll you over onto your back. Tilting you just enough to free your other arm, and you instantly wrapped them both around his neck, letting him press you into the thin inn mattress.

Not only did you let him, you pulled him closer. Letting him lose himself, forget himself. He couldn't fully blame you though, he knew that. He let himself forget himself.

The next thing he knew, you were shifting. An innocent move that just so happened to cause your hips to turn, making you well aware of the hardness that pressed against you with the shift.

Izzy groaned at the sudden pressure, apparently only just realising his predicament himself. It instantly brought him back to himself, like being punched in the guy, when you gasped at the feeling. A sweet, intoxicating sound.

"Fuck," Izzy was off of you in an instant, leaving you suddenly cold.

"Izzy?" you pushed yourself up onto your hands, trying to ignore your heated skin and heavy breathing. "This time...it was flirtatious, right?" you asked when he didn't say anything. Even then, he only glared at you. "I don't think...any less of you. If that's what you think," you spoke carefully, not understanding exactly what was going on in his head. But if the look on his face and his reaction last night made you think there was a lot of shame going on.

"You're not the only one effected, you know," you continued, honestly not sure if that would make it better or worse.

"Sorry," Izzy grumbled, laying back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling once again. At least he wasn't running away from you this time.

You nodded, as if you understood what was going on in his mind, what he was apologising for. "It's all good," you promised, laying down next to him, facing him with a small smile, head resting against your arm.

"Don't have anything to apologise for," you assured him, letting him relax some more. "We could kiss some more," you suggested, placing the decision in his hand, "could do more, or just kissing, or just cuddle up and go to sleep. Just let me know."

"Suppose it wouldn't hurt," Izzy murmured into the still, dusty air of the inn.

You smiled at that, slowly lifting yourself up and over him, leaning your weight against your elbow. Bringing your hand to his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheek. You gave him a questioning look and he nodded, even gave you a small attempt at a smile. It was cute.

You dipped down, capturing his mouth with your own. Much less hesitation this time, Izzy's hand finding the back of your head to hold you in place as he returned your kiss.

You grabbed hold of his collar, smiling as you rolled the two of you over, returning to the position you had been in earlier before Izzy scared himself off.

Once again your felt him against your hip. This time you pressed up against him, and in return he pressed back down against you. This time the way he groaned into your mouth didn't fill him with shame.

The morning sun leaked through the worn curtains of the inn window, casting streaks of light over the bed. On said bed, you lay, curled up in the blanket and against Izzy's chest. Izzy was wrapped around you in just the same way, arms holding each other, sharing your warmth.

You woke up slowly, peacefully, smiling at the fact that Izzy was still in the bed with you. "Hey, would you look at that," you hummed sleepily.

"What?" Izzy asked, instantly beginning to sit up.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you pushed him back down. Of course he thought there would be something to worry about.

"The world didn't end," you joked.

"Of fuck off," Izzy huffed, but still lay back down, letting you cuddle back up to him.

This was nice. You were soft and warm, and you fucking liked him.

Unfortunately the moment was interrupted by a knock on the inn door, followed by Lucius calling your name.

"Lucius?" you called back, the two of you sitting up in the bed, staring at the door.

"Is Dizzy with you?" Lucius asked through the barrier.

You climbed out of bed, pulling on your pants and shirt quickly. Signalling for Izzy to be quiet, you opened the door just enough to stand in the opening.

"Yeah, he's in the bathroom. Bastard wakes up with the sun, talking about work," you told him with a forced roll of the eyes.

"Sounds about right," Lucius huffed a small laugh, looking almost sympathetic for you. "Anyway the Captains want us back on the ship. No emergency or anything, but they seemed to be in good spirits," he told you.

"Alright, be down in a minute," you assured him. Lucius just nodded, flashing you a smile before leaving.

You closed the door, flipping the lock again, before wandering back to the bed. Izzy was already sat back up, half dressed.

"What are they up to?" you asked with a sigh, dropping down onto the bed beside him.

"Probably best we don't know," Izzy shrugged, tugging on his boots.

"So, was this, uh, just an inn thing? Like just an on land thing or...?" you gestured vaguely between the two of you.

Izzy glanced at you over his shoulder, examining you once again. "You still looking for a new job?" he asked, turning away again to button up his shirt.

"Aw, Iz, it isn't work...but I'd be open to it," you grinned, teasing, "better than swabbing the deck."

"Fuck, don't make me feel too good about myself," Izzy laughed, managing to surprise you but it only made you smile more.

"Can't let your ego get too big, you might seduce the whole crew and I'll have to share you," you explained with a wink.

"Not interested in those twats," Izzy scoffed, fixing his necktie under his collar.

"Might be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," you teased, leaning over to give him a kiss.

He's tense, but you're pretty sure that's just in his nature, but he didn't push you away and you felt him lean into your lips slightly.

"I swear to you, First Mate Hands, your bed will be warm when you retire to your cabin tonight," you promised, straightening out his collar for him.

"Good," Izzy was smiling, he was trying to hide it but he was still smiling. "Wouldn't want to demote you," he seemed to be getting the hang of the playfulness thing.

The two of you finished dressing and headed for the door. "Sorry," you apologised before giving him a quick kiss and reaching for the door. "I'm sentimental," you smiled before leaving the room.

Izzy ran a hand through his hair, realising that he was smiling to himself. You were...well, you were something else.

Izzy had no idea how your mind worked, why you were so sincerely interested in him, why you would pursue him so eagerly yet patiently. You were so much like those other twats, but so different at the same time. However, Izzy did know that what ever was happening between the two of you would be just for the two of you. You wouldn't gossip, didn't do anything for something to tell the crew.

Fuck it but he found himself trusting you. He trusted that the last two nights were the best he had slept in a long time and he never did sleep well on land. He trusted that he would find you in his cabin tonight and his cot would feel a whole lot warmer than it ever had.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd x reader #our flag means death #ofmd

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capricioussun · 3 days

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For the past few days I have been plagued by thoughts of that alternate horrorfell concept that I cannot for the life of me remember if I talked abt here or not. There's the original one (not like, the first ever, just mine), then the "revamp" that's more just an alternate version since I'm still very attached to the original, and then this version, kind of like...a partial redemption version. I think I may have mentioned it briefly before but ?

In case I haven't, or never got into it too much, this is the gist

At some point between bad and worse, but before it gets its worst, Papyrus actually successfully leads a rebellion against Undyne, winding up with him as King now, Undyne imprisoned, and Sans as his right hand. I believe the primary divergence was that the blow Undyne dealt to Papyrus' head wasn't as sincere, so he was able to recover and retain more of himself in the process, leading to the whole successful rebellion thing.

I can't remember exactly how things started improving exactly, but I do know it involved their version of Eliza. It's her sacrifice that seals the deal and enables them to start re-stabilizing as a society. It's not perfect by any means, but it's...better than where they were headed.

It takes a while for Papyrus to really earn trust amongst the people, understandably, but he does, slowly, get there. He even manages to mostly rehabilitate Undyne, but she is barred from holding any positions within the guard or any others that might involve earning more LV.

Since they weren't forced to rely on humans and animals, the mutations never reached the same levels as in standard HF, making them somewhere in between those designs and their former uf selves.

It's still pretty rough around the edges, and everyone is even more screwed up now, but it's certainly better off than regular hf.

Mostly recently, I haven't been thinking up any new lore for it or anything, just daydreaming about their day to day, or maybe random angst or mv scenarios. Would love to. draw them some day. On the fence of if they would have the same hf nicknames or not...

#rotating them #it should be no surprise I have a huge soft spot for this Papyrus bc he’s somewhere between Edge and Dusk so like. ofc I'm going to be #shaking him relentlessly like I'm trying to blend oil n water #cs auroras #sun spots #horrorfell #horrorfell rebalanced #<- new tag for this variant specifically

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destinysbounty · 1 year

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I cant remember if ive ever mentioned my Floorboard AU before, but either way im gonna talk about it now and you cant stop me

Premise: Aspheera didnt banish Zane, she killed him. Poof. Vaporized. Gone. Kablooey. And the team, determined not to fall apart like they did the last time he died, decide to just. Not talk about it. Not address what happened. Just bottle everything up and pretend all is well, because theyre all terrified that if they openly acknowledge the gaping absence Zane left behind then it'll cause a team conflict. Things got messy last time Zane died, and they don't trust themselves not to fall apart twice. Which, when you think about it, might just be the most fitting way to honor Zane's memory, seeing as he was like the king of bottling things up (Ninjigma, anyone?)

Of course, this is only made more challenging by the fact that Pixal has inherited Zane's ice, and every time she uses or trains her new element its just a bitter reminder - to her and everyone else - of the fact that Zane is gone.

So now the ninja are going through all the motions of the Wildbrain seasons, but with everything warped by the loss of Zane. Like, Pixal dealing with all the mixed feelings of having Zane's powers, Wu training her, Kai lowkey resenting Pixal because he doesn't want her to replace Zane, Jay blaming himself for not taking Zane's vision seriously but ALSO refusing to tell anyone about it out of shame, Lloyd and Wu both fiercely blaming themselves for what happened, and Nya and Cole doing their darndest to hold everyone together but NOT doing very well. Someone get these kids some therapy.

And it's not just the characters, but the plot - in season 12, Unagami makes a Zane NPC to distract the ninja. And in season 13, they agree to go to Shintaro in the hopes that maybe a vacation will be a good distraction break from everything that's been going on. But with Cole's Mom TraumaTM opening back up, and a bunch of slavery happening, and the team getting split up, nobody is having a good time. Not to mention that Kai and Pixal end up stuck together, which sucks because they don't exactly get along anymore. And then of course, Seabound ends with Nya sacrificing herself - which ends up being the last straw that rips apart the team for realsies.

Now here's the catch: in the same way that Harumi was brought back by the Crystal King, so too has Zane been resurrected. The Overlord knows Zane is a powerful adversary, and would much rather have him on his side. Not to mention that Zane still has some Golden Power indelibly woven into his soul, and the explosion that killed them both also bound their fates together. When Zane defeated the Overlord, he earned his enemy's hatred and respect in equal measure.

But unlike Harumi, Zane's body was destroyed, meaning he cant be restored to his original vessel. So the Overlord instills Zane into a crystal construct that is bound to his will. Zane has to obey the Overlord, and he has no choice in the matter.

That being said, even as he's puppetted by the Overlord, hes not completely bereft of agency. He still resists every chance he gets, constantly trying to find some loophole in the Overlord's demands that will allow him to return to his friends and warn them about the coming threat. Also, he notices Harumi's reservations and doubts, and begins trying to appeal to her senses and get her to betray the Overlord. And while he's not 100% successful, he at least gets the ball rolling for Harumi's eventual redemption arc. Zane WILL defeat his enemy by making them his friend and that is a THREAT.

Zane also realizes that since he cant physically disobey the Overlord long enough to contact his friends, then maybe he can find a way to get someone else to do it for him. When choosing recruits for the Crystal Council, Zane manages to convince the Overlord to resurrect Morro for his cause - Morro was on their side in the end, after all, and only the ninja are aware of this. See, Zane is under the Overlord's control because he cant be trusted to keep his free will without fighting back - but if Morro keeps up appearances about being evil, then the Overlord might give him more leeway.

Morro isnt exactly happy about being dragged into a mess that has nothing to do with him, but reluctantly agrees to help Zane (if only in an effort to make up for his past). So they've kinda got a bittersweet begrudging alliance at first, that slowly evolves into something resembling a friendship.

And of course, while Zane is busy having the worst day of his life for like 50 days in a row, the ninja are ALSO having a bad time because the whole team is practically a hair-trigger away from a massive blow-out confrontation. That's what happens when you bottle things up, kids.

I have a lot more ideas for the AU, but these are all the broad strokes i have definitively planned out.

(If youre curious, its called the Floorboard AU because the WIP I had originally planned for it had the working title "The Floorboards Creak Under the Weight of Your Guilt." This is because the fic started out as a oneshot about the brief timeskip between the Fire and Ice Chapters, dissecting everyone's grief in response to Zane being assumed dead AGAIN. But then I thought "what if he died for real" and then things just spiraled out of control from there. I might change the name of the AU at some point though, who knows)

#ninjago #ninjago crystalized #destiny post

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