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theheirofthesharingan · 7 months

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The entire discourse about Itachi being a 'Konoha bootlicker' and Obito wanting to 'change the system just like Sasuke, Madara, Pain' is so very funny to me. Also kind of ironic? Because this "bootlicker" Itachi is the creation of the circumstances that Obito deliberately created. He attacked the village on a whim, which killed innocent people, ostracized the Uchiha, and gave the village elders an excuse to behave like shit with them. The village elders weren't entirely wrong when they presumed an Uchiha was behind the attack because an Uchiha was actually behind the attack. Although a rogue one. No one had any evidence to prove anything on either side and the government took the advantage of its powers against them.

As a result the innocent people of the clan suffered. Their kids were bullied (mentioned in the novel).

Itachi, a literal child at the age of 7, was slowly dragged between two ideologically monolithic entities neither of which were willing to change and give the other a chance. The clan was certain there would be no bloodshed if they revolted, which with an oppressive government, was but a dream. No revolt is ever without bloodbath in which innocents too die.

Itachi, in whose mind memories of wars were still fresh, couldn’t let that repeat. Of course a lot of other factors were involved in his decisions and I've written about it already, so not repeating it. And I'm not denying Obito's trauma too, but the whole 'Itachi bootlicker' camp doesn't seem to take his trauma into account either, because no way 4-year-old kid watching dead bodies was traumatized too.

Itachi is blamed for Sasuke and the clan's destruction (some of which is valid criticism), but then somehow people responsible for Itachi's destruction are not to be blamed.

'Itachi killed his parents' when Fugaku as a father failed him only to realize his mistake towards the end.

'Itachi was as bad as the village' okay? And?

'Obito wanted to change the system but Itachi was Konoha bootlicker'. Sure.

#i had to say it #i do like obito but there's definitely something i don't get about him #probably because once itachi died the second time i couldn't care about the war arc except for what happened to sasuke #slightly different with naruto and gaara being beside him #the only one whose revolution i support is sasuke although not in the way he wanted it #itachi #obito #anti naruto fandom #mine

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wontbyers · 2 years

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if byler is not requited then i’ll probably begrudgingly accept the facts, but i’m never going to rewatch seasons 3-5 again. i’ll just watch 1 and 2 and let myself enjoy that as its own contained story. but i’m not sitting through mike telling will it’s not his fault that he doesn’t like girls, will destroying castle byers, will spending s4 playing relationship counselor for mlvn and giving away his own heart to fix their relationship, and whatever bullshit happens in s5 if byler is not to be endgame. it will just hurt too much.

#byler #byler doubt #not byler doubt bc i do believe it’s going to be endgame #but in the case that it wasn’t i don’t think straight shippers understand it’s more than about losing a ‘ship war’ to us #it’s about one of the only lgbt characters on the show never being allowed happiness #his whole sexuality arc in s4 being just used to push the straight ship forward #i just want to make that point bc it’s not a ship war to us it’s us fighting for actual good representation #for mlvn truthers it’s just about winning and being right #if byler ‘wins’ mlvn shippers don’t lose anything besides a ship they put a lot of time into loving #if mlvn ‘wins’ then queer byler fans get a huge slap in the face for ever thinking we could have a gay storyline that doesn’t end in pain #in a mainstream show that’s even about outcasts and people who are different

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ender-galaxy · 11 months

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there’s a lot of coruscant guard fics where it’s nothing but angst and sadness, especially fox fics and i love those, but i really wanna see healing fics.

i want fics where palpatine gets found out and the guard struggles to adjust to normal life. how they struggle to reconnect with their gar brothers who have no clue to what they’ve been through. how both sides are awkward with each other because they’ve spent so long apart that they don’t know how to act with each other. because one side thought the other was safe and don’t know how to cope with the fact that they weren’t, while the other side felt helpless as their brothers fought and died for a republic that didn’t care about them.

i want them to slowly learn how to be brothers again. how they slowly learn to get past their differences as they weep into each other’s arms, the trust that had been lost in the beginning coming back stronger than ever. how they stand firm next to each other in support as they fight for their rights and for peaceful lives.

how when they finally get their rights, they smile and cheer and laugh and cry because they won. they won the war and their rights and they won back the trust and familiarity that had been lost between them. because now they’re brothers again and they would be damned if they let anything break them apart again.

#i fucking live for hurt/comfort #so to see so many corrie guard fics that don’t have a happy ending make me :((((#especially if the fic focuses on the relationship between the guard and the gar #because while i think the gar would be ignorant to the guard’s suffering #i don’t think they’ll be malicious either #because they’re fighting on the front lines and losing brothers every day so they truly believe the guard has it easy #and i believe the corries don’t try to tell them any different #because they don’t want to stress out their brothers even more #and besides what they’ve been through doesn’t compare to being on a battlefield #so what right do they have to complain?#i honestly could write a whole essay/fic on the relationship between the gar and guard #coruscant guard #tcw #star wars

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svtskneecaps · 5 days

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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part #this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime #just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao #for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island #i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text #(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams #at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim #oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave #they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine #it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0 #that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story #how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same #we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow #i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that #dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year #may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight #if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags

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heatwavering · 10 months

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Heyyyyyy 😄

Will you please talk about your Pacific Rim AU? 😌

[I LOVE LOVE LOVE PR!!! 😍]

i also love pacific rim!!! i watched it for the first time some time last year in prep for the del toro pinocchio movie (the only movies of his i haven’t seen are the two hellboy movies he directed and obviously the At the Mountains of Madness adaptation he was going to make with tom cruise and james cameron that is still haunting my daydreams.)

anyway—top gun is one of those movie franchises that doesn’t really leave room for alternate universe style fics imo because of how much sandbox space there is between both movies, but pacific rim also feels HANDMADE for top gun. if i had a nickel for every movie about a military maverick pilot who goes against the grain of his superiors and loses someone he has an emotional connection to in an accident inside the giant metal object they fight inside of, only to come back and defeat his mental barriers and discover a new emotional connection to a fellow pilot/ranger in the process, i’d have two nickels. you could replace all the planes in top gun with jaegers and the plot wouldn’t even change. “being a wingman is literally being drift compatible 🤓” - literally me five minutes into PR for the first time.

but this fic is probably my least finished one oop. i’ve been stabbing at it for a good month and don’t have a set plot (or pov), but the brunt of it is: maverick and goose get put in the jaeger program. goose dies (aw man) while fighting. maverick goes to the shatterdome (omg TOP GUN) and is enrolled back into the jaeger program in an attempt to find another pilot. since there’s a stupid wall being built and the program is losing funds, the US sends all their eligible jaegers to Hong Kong: maverick, a few other guys that might be his match (background 86ers) and the west coast jaeger team they already have (iceman and slider.) that’s about all i have so far for outline, since I don’t really know how to fold in a secondary plot or deal with the switch from iceman-and-slider to iceman and maverick discovering their drift comparability, but this fic is also just a silly time and a way for me to get some creative juices flowing. i don’t even know what time period it will be in (80s??? 2020s?? we’ll see)

left is just some notes on how i want to tackle mav, and right is my attempt at naming the jaegers and kaijus. i just keep shoving adjectives together until something sounds right.

#i don’t know if anyone here has tried to name giant mecha robots for ff without feeling like an complete idiot dork #but it’s kinda hard #those screenshots are basically all i have besides some intro paragraphs from ice’s pov #bc i’m really trying to figure out the political side/setting on the world before i commit #i’m leaning toward 80s as opposed to modern times bc obviously Reagan would be on board with building giant ass fighting robots #but if the entire world is funding jaegers and everyone sets aside their differences….did the cold war end? is the berlin wall gone??#‘mr. gorbachev tear down that wall—oh and come fund our giant mecha robot project we’re doing w everyone else.’#imagine the cold war not even ending when giant ass space dinosaurs attack us. now that’s realism #also i misquoted reagan but whatever man. it’s what he deserves #icemav #top gun

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