Could you share more on your thoughts about Vampire!Florelia??
YES OF COURSE
god dude i have SO many thoughts about vampire florelia but the one sort of au i keep thinking of is the whole "one of them is turned into a vampire first and now they have to deal with their lover aging without them oh no". it's so juicy,,,
cause obviously sappy florelia thoughts make me go "well both of them would be okay with turning into a vampire for the other", however!!! i just love the initial angst of it yknow,,, what if the first one to turn hides this from the others because they're scared,,, vampires aren't exactly treated as Good in the winx universe yknow? what if they're scared of turning evil? of hurting the others?? what if they run away instead???
the winx and specialists would naturally want to help them and i can see them looking for a way to reverse the vampirism, but what if they can't find anything? what if that person Does lose control and hurt someone?? THE ANGST POTENTIAL IS SO GOOD DUDE
i do also think about addams family vibes (a la morticia and gomez) vampire florelia too though,, no angst there just them being obsessed with each other <3
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(*Quick clarification, 'cause I feel like I should say this right away, I don't mind people not liking or even being really uncomfortable with certain characters, especially villains that have canonically done some really horrible stuff, even if I happen to really love the character in question! It's all in the Handling of the topic, and someone that's like "oh they're just not my cup of tea" or just don't want to talk about the character at all 1000000% has my respect and appreciation <3)
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So.
On the topic of demonizing characters that have violent or angry responses to their trauma
The thing about it that really gets my goat is the fact that I as a person have had anger problems ever since I can remember. I've had a pretty bad mix of anxiety and anger problems due to being traumatized, and have had to work really, really hard to get my knee-jerk temper under control, and really nothing fucks you up like thinking you're "fixed" but the reality winds up being you just were in a state of "nothing too stressful's happened lately" and then when things start getting incredibly stressful again, you realize you still have more work to do and you have to watch yourself way more than you thought.
I'm still not "fixed", and, after talking extensively with a therapist, I'm kind of just going to have to be okay with that; still trying to do right by the people I care about and not be an asshole about things, but I'm just going to have to live with the fact that in response to high anxiety and high stress, I become an angry person, and I'm not always going to be able to remember to take a step back from a situation when I feel myself getting heated (my success rate in this is going up at least)
So It Really.
Really.
Bothers Me.
When fandom tries to claim that a character isn't traumatized, or isn't traumatized enough, because their response to that trauma is to be violent and angry and malicious. And when they try to claim that because a character reacted this way, they're just evil and irredeemable and have no further depth to them, and any attempt to add depth (even canonical depth) to them is "wrong (and a sign the person doing it is an Abuser/Terrible Person irl)" or is "woobifying them".
And yeah. Part of what bothers me is that I tend to fall very hard for villain/antagonist characters that handle trauma badly, or otherwise have signs that they probably have some trauma they haven't exactly worked through, especially when that villain character gets to have a redemption arc. (And I do NOT mean that as "they cast away everything they were before and completely denounce and despise who they used to be and go through the whole repent and penance number". Give me more villain characters who are TRYING, who are STRUGGLING, who have conflicted feelings, who aren't an entirely new person and shouldn't be left to just wallow in self-hatred over it because!! no one!! deserves!! to wallow in self-hatred!! I want redemption arcs in the form of "person who did wrong is doing their best to be a better person" and NOT "character needs to suffer and be heartbroken and sad and unable to move on forever", I hate when I see people writing the latter shit, Idc what the character canonically did, no one who's genuinely trying deserves to be perpetually miserable and it is Highkey Concerning to see that attitude happen again and again)
Plus, I LOVE media and character analysis, it is MY JAM, and.
Yeah.
I've got a lot of feelings that go into this kinda stuff. It's why when I see "no nuance!! just evil!!!"-type takes, that shit really boils my blood.
And is also why I don't actively participate in fandom anymore.
Like, yeah, I make some posts here and there. And I'd love to interact more with like-minded people -- I really love talking to others about characters and media and ships and all that good stuff!!
But I don't go searching for fandom stuff unless it's some art in a completely different language. After my last two fandoms went absolutely horrifically for me in two different ways, I think my trust in modern fandoms is just gone, and I don't think it's coming back.
There's only so many times a person can be told they're inherently evil (indirectly) or badwrong and stupid (directly) for a simple fucking opinion over goddamn fiction of all things.
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@nulltune sent:
[ food ] sender brings receiver their favorite dish to cheer them up
CERAMIC PLATE HELD FIRMLY IN HIS GRIP, the lower surface still hot and seething against his freezing fingers, a strange comfort, but a welcomed one. The spoon in his grips clacks quietly, the savory smell wafting gracefully into his senses and bringing forth his long suppressed sense of hunger. He didn't know he was this hungry before his stomach would grumble and twist painfully, but Hakuno-san knew, apparently. And he certainly didn't know she could cook, skillfully at that, too, given the great aroma of spices and warm steam of rice from this serving of curry.
Young eyes travel, slow and slightly disoriented glances. The meal on his lap carefully prepared for no one but himself. He still remembers their conversation, mundane useless banter about little important things, things that didn't really matter given the severity of the situation, of what they've been through, the tension in the air, the adrenal ready to viscerally spike into his blood at any given instance, always expectant of danger & threats that might befall him & his companion.
But his opinion on such things was proved wrong with time, by his own considerations and the girl's memory, the simple choices she made to brighten the end of a long day. And he looks up and finds kind eyes offering him an encouraging look. She was hard to read, but honest and true, he liked being by her side, and it was quite fun at times, the way their mutual bluntness would often clash- he liked that, having someone to go back and forth with, someone who wouldn't take his openness for hostility- and that mattered too, despite trying to convince himself that he doesn't really care.
His eyes sting dangerously, and warmth blossoms as he bites on a spoonful of deliciousness. He utters quick thanks, a vague sense of embarrassment painting his cheecks a stubborn bright red. He blames the sting in his eyes on the spice of his food, too scared to consider the emotions and dreaded nostalgia.
" My pops would travel a lot ... " He had told the little story earlier, something for the sake of lighting a mood, something to share a laugh. He'd told her how the staff in his home had no choice but to follow the words of a nine years old as they were told, and how he got to pick his single favorite dinner every night for a couple weeks. The same damn thing over and over just because he liked it, and his father wasn't around to say something about it.
It was all good and dandy, until the child ended up in the hospital, quite comical, if you ask Shou.
His food goes finished in savory bites second servings. Warmed in his core and comfortable in his private space, Shou turns into another task, a paper in a sketchbook that has been hidden beneath his pillow, shy from the eyes of its rightful witness- and colorful crayons from the depth of his backpack. He works on the piece quitely through the night, his sleeping schedule thrown to the back of his mind without care, it has never been a concern anyways.
Besides, he doesn't have time, he reminds himself when getting the finer last details of colors and shades done. It's an experiment more than anything, not that he was unfamiliar with the delicate strokes of nature and the pastel colors of petals, but creating something for someone else was beyond unnerving. He can only hope she would like it, yet he can't find it in himself to stay and see her reaction. He wishes it was the nervousness alone, but he wasn't that much of a coward.
Bad things seem to trail behind him like a stray dog which has gotten attached, how can he risk dragging anyone else into his never-ending problems ? Not now. Not yet. And his stubborn sense of independence takes over, he promises to take care of things, maybe then it would all be a lot more easier.
He leaves that night, a couple hours before dawn, not a trace behind but a piece of art, a bouquet of flowers traced by careful pencil lines and colored by soft crayons, wrapped up in too many ribbons, joyful pink tulips and elegant white roses and proud creamy angel's trumpets, surrounded by the smaller bunches of white yarrows and night scented phlox and forget-me-nots. Something for his friend, the best he can do.
He hurries along the empty streets towards a well known fate, ready to become lost and unknown and a simple stranger in the crowds, at least until he's found again by the eyes of his pursuers. The warmth of the encounter remains with him, helping him fight the relentless cold of both the weather and the empty house he'd be taken back to.
A signature can be seen in the corner of the floral portrait, along a big text in the teens horrible handwriting. " Until next time. " It reads casually.
" Until next time. " Shou hopes.
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I have been having fun all in all with the series, it has given me more of Anakin/Vader which is really all I want of Star Wars. And this episode was amazing in that regard, it gave us more of the fact that Anakin is Vader, Vader is Anakin. How the flashback cuts to Vader, its Vader remembering Anakin waiting for Obi Wan to do a training duel, those are Vaders memories. The guy ruminating about all of Anakins memories, as Vader. I loved that!
Also they are giving us true Eldritch Abomination Anakin, Vader, just bringing down the ship and ripping it apart. Yes! That is the cosmic horror, the nightmare of the galaxy, an actual offspring of the force. I was sooooooo afraid, because before watching I saw some spoilers, and my One (1) fear is a watered down Vader, the fun of this guy is that he is the worst with god like powers, just rampaging and doing evil with forces nobody comprehends, while staying enslaved, to the guy who is evil incarnate, through the power of apathy, guilt and self loathing. So I was cheering him on! Look at my rampaging guy go! Allow him to go batshit crazy!
And the duel, him just playing with his food! No effort on his part, just perfection! But here is where my griping starts: whyyyyyy didn’t he kill Reva?….besides her having now plot armor….just snap her neck, cut off her head, anything, he is normally so efficient in disposing of people. The falshy burning and then letting escape stick is reserved for his special obsession of obi wan. But if this would have been XY employee of him he would have killed her. I know he is trapped inside a mobile torture device and is just apathy in person, full of rage, pain, guilt and self loathing, but if he excels at ONE thing it’s freaking MURDER. So letting her live makes so no sense….
And not only him, but the Grand Inquisitor, who is alive, because why not, will it be explained how he survived a lightsaber through his thorax? He also just taunts….and lets her alive…and its just the absurd trope of ‘evil guys are dumb’ that just….meh.
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@iruludavare wants to know: ❛ out of curiosity, why do you ask ? ❜
The Princess Bride Starters // Accepting
“I promise I won’t post the picture of us anywhere! I’m just a really big fan of yours and was super duper excited to meet you! So I thought, if you were cool with it, I could get a picture to commemorate us meeting?” By the time Rosa gets the sentence out her entire face has gone red as a Tamato berry. She was starting to understand why her fans were always so nervous approaching her. She’d never realized before how terrifying it was to approach someone you respected just to talk to them, much less to request a picture with them.
Rosa had read a bit about her fellow champion while studying for a part in a film. She vaguely remembered the movie, it was a movie about a ballerina and her pokemon preparing for a big performance at Nimbasa’s Musical Theater. The casting director had suggested studying Serena’s career to get an understanding for the character. Which had led Rosa to discovering the coverage of Serena’s work as a trainer and her work as Kalos’ champion. Everything Rosa saw of Serena just seemed so cool and graceful and tough, so much that a champion should be. It was terrifying to even approach her, had it not been for Iris she probably would have just avoided Serena for the entirety of this League meetup. But Iris had really pushed her to go talk with Serena, swearing she was super nice and that there was no way Rosa would embarrass herself!
Rosa now found her thoughts drifting towards the lines of ‘So much for that’. Thinking about how Serena likely got asked for pictures all the time, something Rosa was familiar with herself. Rosa didn’t mind, she loved taking pictures with her fans! As long as they asked first. But she wasn’t as cool as Serena was! Serena surely got so many requests for pictures, it was annoying at this point! And here she was trying to relax among her peers while still being pestered for another photo op. Thinking like that had Rosa back pedaling on the request, quickly moving to reattach her Xtransreciever to her wrist instead of holding it to use for the camera function. “You don’t have too, of course! Just meeting you is a super big honor. Is this awkward? This is probably like super awkward. Sorry, my bad! It’s uhh... really awesome to meet you.”
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