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coolnonsenseworld · 8 months

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(this is part of the calendar 2024 lore, now on pre-order, to know more check out prev posts)

April was Keith's idea of relaxation. He enjoyed parks, the feng shui of them, nature's ability to thrive despite and against anything happening - the silence of it. Watching Keith wind down and relax when he is a strung wire most of the time, would definitely make Lance feel all lovey-dovey and clingy (as he tends to get) and when he’d worry he is disturbing, Keith would comment this is exactly how it should be - the constant yin to his yang, and the yang when he feels yin.

Also - both shirt and hoodie are Keith's (he has way too many hoodies with quotes). Lance took the hoodie for Keith, but Keith insisted he won’t get cold, so he wore it himself. On the way home Lance funds Keith the biggest sushi serving he could find on the menu, and, believe me, nothing lights up Keith's eyes like a table full of rice and algae. Lance just watches with a soft smile. (Keith does end up getting cold)

#klance #laith #i dont wanna jinx it but im 12k words draft deep #not danceau danceau is third on my list im sorry #but if i dont get hex off my chest im gonna deteriorate #im so lost in the narrative ToT i missed writing so much #i just want to listen to chill songs and make up silly banter #speaking of chill songs i was today years old when i learned RY X full name #i was actually checking his date of birth bc his songs are so sensitievely dramatic i thought he is pisces #he is not #but now that x makes a lot of sense #you gotta check him out now its imperative and you are welcum

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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kinktober: guns

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, gun kink, p in v sex, unprotected bc dont be fcking dumb!, hand kink as well kind of, f receiving oral and handjob, blowjob, being fucked by the gun (silencer), mild degradation but also praise, mentions of drug dealing, somehow still soft rafe idk yall im unable to write rafe being anything but a softie

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks

your eyes widen at the glint of black metal in the low lighting, watching the way rafe works the rag over the piece. you control your gasp when you realize what it is that you’re holding, but you can’t help but take a step back in shock.

you stumble, not realizing how close you were to the hallway table that decorates your home. rafe looks up at the noise, his eyes meeting yours. you can’t tell what emotion crosses his face. he simply sets the handgun down on the coffee table, still partially disassembled.

“rafe-” you begin, but you don’t have the words to finish as he stands up, stalking over to you, his usually comforting figure suddenly imposing when shrouded in the darkness of night.

“baby.” rafe says softly, taking your face in his large hands. “what are you doing awake?” “i-i heard you come in, and i waited for you to come lay down and when you didn’t i came to check on you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of your house, rafe hears you clear as day. he stands still, and you take the moment to apologize, “i’m sorry.”

rafe lets out a deep breath, his face reading the guilt of your apology. “it’s okay.” he presses his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he holds you to him. it takes you a beat, but you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight embrace.

“come here.” rafe says after a moment, sliding his hand down your back and leading you into the living room instead of hiding in the hallway. you take cautious steps, eyes on the disassembled gun on the table.

“sit down.” rafe keeps his voice gentle, but it’s a command, not a request. you sit down on the couch, and rafe slides next to you. he gives you a moment to look at the pieces of metal on the table.

you know why rafe has a gun. he tries to keep that part of his life silent, but you know he helps run the drug scene on the islands of the outer banks. you’ve never been exposed to the violent nature of what he does but you’ve helped him count money and sort packages. he protects you when it comes to the actual sale, you haven’t even met one of his clients, at least not that you know of.

“it’s okay rafe, i knew you had a gun.” you say. you’ve seen him discreetly tuck it into his waistband when you’ve been out, and did not fail to notice the way he keeps it on his bedside table when he thinks it’s too dark for you to see at night.

“but you haven’t really seen it before baby.” rafe picks up what looks to be the frame of the gun, and he turns it over, showing you all the different sides before placing it on your lap. he gives a nod of your head and you pick it up, surprised that the disassembled part is still so heavy.

“should i- should i learn how to…?” you ask, not having the heart to tell him that you want to, because if anything happens to rafe, you want to be able to protect him as well, even though he doesn’t need it.

“if you want to, i’ll teach you.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, taking the metal back out of your hand. he begins to explain the different pieces of the gun and what they do as he reassembles it. your eyes track the movements of his hands, his slender fingers moving each part into place. you bite your lip and press your thighs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe.

“are you turned on, princess?” he asks, no judgment in his voice, rather fascination from how you, his sweet girlfriend, can be so turned on by his gun as he sets it back down on the table.

“no!” you squeal, which just gives you away even more. “pants off.” rafe commands, and you know better than to go against him. you stand up off the couch for a millisecond to shove your pants down to your ankles then sit back down, keeping your thighs locked closed together.

“that is not what i meant, and you know it.” rafe commands, placing his hands on your waist and twisting you so you’re facing him. “if you’re not going to be good, i’m just going to have to do this myself.” he guides you backwards so you’re laying your head against the arm of the couch. he takes one ankle and slides it off the edge of the cushion while moving the other one to rest against the back of the couch, spreading you open wide.

“are you still going to deny being turned on?” he asks, eyes on your underwear sticking to your pussy, wet patch clearly visible.

you smartly decide to stay quiet, and rafe gives a little hum of approval at your choice to no longer continue to deny, knowing the amounts of pleasure he can bring you as he pushes his thumb over where he knows your clit is, not wasting any time as he rubs it over the material.

you let out a moan, back arching off the couch as he touches you. all tiredness you previously felt from suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is going.

rafe smiles down at you, seeing his girl so easily and quickly thrown into pleasure just with one of his fingers. he moves faster, watching the wet patch grow even bigger. he drags his thumb down, pressing against the spot until his thumb presses slightly into your hole, the fabric of your underwear still acting as a barrier.

“n-no, let me take them off, please.” you beg, but it doesn’t dissuade from doing exactly what you expected, gripping your underwear with both hands and literally tearing them straight down the center like the material was tissue paper.

you grumble something about liking that pair, and rafe calms you by pressing a kiss to your knee that’s hooked over the side of the couch. “i’ll buy you another pair.”

he kisses down your thigh, occasionally nipping at your skin until he reaches your cunt, taking a deep inhale of your scent before sticking his tongue out, lapping at your slickness as he gathers it all onto his tongue.

you try your best to keep your hips still, thighs already burning slightly from being spread so wide. you moan rafes name as his tongue slides up away from your hole and over your clit, flicking repeatedly over the sensitive bud before pulling back far too early.

you watch as rafe picks the gun up off the table, making your eyes go wide.

“my sweet princess, turned on by my gun.” he turns it over in his hand, and you don’t fail to notice that he’s left several parts on the table, probably whatever interior mechanism that makes it actually fire so his toying with it remains safe.

“who would have known that the innocent good girl i first starting dating would turn into such a slut?” he grabs the silencer off the table, slotting it onto the end of the gun. your eyes watch in fascination at his movements.

“my own personal whore. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” rafe questions, running the tip of the silencer against your thigh, slowly dragging it closer to your center.

“you’d even let me fuck you with my gun.” his words make you gasp, coupled by the smooth metal of the silencer coming into contact with your dripping folds. it’s so cold that you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body.

rafe continues to move the silencer against you, partly to tease, partly to get it covered in your juices. “you’re gonna let me, right princess?”

rafe looks to you as you silently nod, worried if you open your mouth you’ll start to beg, beg for him to put the gun inside of you. rafe presses it against your hole, and your eyes widen at how big it feels, like two of his fingers are trying to enter you, but you’re slick enough that when you take a breath to relax, he’s able to push in, breaking the ring of your hole.

“fuck!” you whine, rafe not giving you any time to get used to the sensation as he continues pushing it inside of you, until the entire silencer is buried in your pussy, the barrel of the gun far too large to fit inside.

“just breathe.” rafe mumbles softly, wanting to continue but not wanting to hurt you. you follow his instructions, sliding your eyes closed as you get used to the foreign object.

when rafe can tell your body has calmed down, he pulls the gun out slightly, watching the way your wetness sticks to the metal before pushing it back inside of your body.

you lift your hips slightly to give some reprieve to your thigh muscles, as well as give rafe a better angle as he moves quicker, starting to thrust the gun against you.

his thumb comes back to your clit, now able to touch your bare skin and the pad of his finger feels burning hot compared to the coldness spreading from within you. rafe presses his thumb against you, keeping the intensity constant instead of rubbing.

“there you go.” rafe smirks, “my good fucking slut.”

his praise makes you glow, especially as your high starts to build from the way the silencer is pressing inside of you. the dirtiness of the action just pushes you even farther.

“gonna-” you warn, when suddenly rafes thumb is off your clit, the silencer halting all movement, lodged deep inside of you.

“you ask permission to cum, slut.” rafe tells you, deciding to push you even harder.

“please, let me cum.” you beg, hands fisting the material of the couch.

“no.” rafe simply says, moving the gun again. “no, because my girl isn’t going to cum for some piece of metal. you’re going to wait until i’m done having my fun and then cum on my cock, understood?” “y-yes.” you nod, flopping your head against the couch as it repeatedly presses inside of you, your clit pulsating at the need to release everything you have inside.

“please.” you sob, feeling tears slide down your cheeks, unable to hold back your impending orgasm much longer.

rafe pulls the gun out of your, making your cry out, missing the sensation instantly. “no, no, rafe please.” you beg.

“shush!” he says, delivering a slap to your inner thigh. “if you were patient at all you’d realize i’m going to fuck you now.” you sit up, blinking your eyes open in the low lighting as rafe tugs his shirt over his head. you take the moment to unbutton your pajama top as you watch him stand, unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans and underwear at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, unable to control yourself as you sit up, giving your legs a reprieve from the stretch as you take him into your mouth, sucking the head of rafes cock as your eyes roll back in your head, tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue.

“can’t resist, can you?” rafe laughs, knowing how much of an oral fixation you have.

you hum around his cock, bobbing your head but not taking him anywhere near fully into your mouth, enjoying playing with the head of his cock with your tongue.

you kitten lick at his tip repetitively, waiting for rafe to inevitably pull you off to fuck you. he lets you have your fun for a bit longer before tapping the back of your head.

you pull off with a satisfied smile, laying back and resuming the same position on the couch, spreading your cunt wide to show him that you’ve gotten even wetter from sucking him off.

“my pretty slut.” rafe smiles, kneeling on the couch between your legs. he grabs a throw pillow that was discarded onto the floor at some point, shoving it under your hips to raise your cunt up to the perfect angle to fuck.

rafe rubs his cock against you before jutting his hips forward, sinking fully into you in one fluid motion. you let out a curse, boobs bouncing as he immediately starts up a rhythm.

your cunt clenches tightly around him, rafes moans coming to match your own as he moves within you, feeling your tight walls, remembering that his gun was just where his cock currently is.

he picks the gun up off the table, still gleaming with your slick. he sticks his tongue out, licking up the side. “you taste so good.” he moans, keeping his free hand on your hip to hold you in place as he thrusts.

“want to taste yourself?” he asks, but doesn’t even give you a moment to respond before pressing the silencer against your tongue, mouth already open from moaning.

you wrap your lips around the metal, indeed tasting yourself on it. you suck at the gun, keeping your eyes on rafe as you do.

rafe moans, feeling his cock swell inside of you. he would keep fucking you all night, but he can’t hold himself back any longer as he moves faster, plunging as deep inside of you as he possibly can.

“fuck, please let me cum!” you cry out, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, your fingers not feeling as good as rafes, but doing the job.

“wait for me.” is all rafe can gasp out, watching you immediately take the gun back into your mouth after asking.

rafe lasts a few more hard thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and you follow quickly, rubbing yourself to completion as you feel your cunt flooding with cum.

rafe continues to gently thrust throughout your orgasms, both coming down together as he sets the gun back on the table. he collapses forward, his naked body pressing against your bare one.

“god, you really are the most perfect slut.” rafe mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, knowing his cum is going to leak all over the decorative pillow you’re sat on, liking the idea of ruining another piece of furniture from his insatiable need for you.

“love you.” you whisper, tilting your head to the side to give his hair a kiss.

rafe leans up, pressing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, saying the words for him.

“why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me, sweetheart?” he asks, sitting up and giving you a hand to help you sit as well, your body burning as the exhaustion sets back in. “i’ll be up in a minute, i have to clean my gun again because someone got it all dirty.”

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sleepynegress · 7 months

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On Greta Danesti...

I'm just taking this time to correct a certain anti-Black, (and anti-Romani) sadly typical fandom troll's misogynoir fuckery in the tag and establishing who Greta Danesti is in canon Castlevania animation lore. This is Greta Danesti's official character sheet:

She's the village headwoman of Danesti a few miles away from Alucard's castle. This is what her voice actress, Marsha Thompson looks like:

It's pretty obvious her character design took cues from the actress, who is Afro-British. In show canon, however, her family escaped from the Roman city of Carthage, which today, is located in the African country Tunisia. Alucard correctly speculated where her people are from while conversing with her, here (s4 e5):

Greta then confirms that her people did escape the Romans, but she now fully embraces her "family" in her village who are "from all over" and the responsibility of taking care of them.

This same troll used the g-slur to insist that she is Romani.

She is not. This troll used an early character design here, to make her case.:

And though it does have similarities to Romani clothing... It also looks like it takes cues from Tunisian clothing and likely local and non-local European clothing of the era with "fantasy" elements sprinkled in, as well, which would match the fact of her village's people coming from all over:

There definitely should be more Romani rep in media as it is so often whitewashed, but Greta is not Romani.

FYI, these women actors actually *are* of Romani descent: Fairuza Balk of The Craft, Oona Chaplin who played Robb Stark's wife in GOT (she's also Charlie Chaplin's granddaughter[!]), and Noomi Rapace from the Swedish movie, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo says her father may have been of Romani descent, as well.

And because I can predict it, as people like to find ways of discounting blackness in every way...

Yes, there are plenty of non-Black indigenous POC in North Africa, including within Tunisia. Another fun fact... Africa has more indigenous human genetic variation among its peoples than every other people on the planet has with everyone else on the planet[!]. All this to say non-white POC AND Black people are indigenous to Tunisia.

I feel I have to say that because there is a lot of anti-Black anthropological fetishization of North Africa. Egypt is a major example of that (see: Rami Malek, an indigenous Coptic Egyptian who self-identifies as African man of color and has likely had to clarify that *often* because people keep wanting to mislabel him as an Arab, but I digress...) And sadly, there is a decidedly anti-black movement to totally disconnect certain North African countries' identities from a continental African one, and to largely see it as mainly a part of the MENA world (it is both kiddies, BOTH). Here is an informative article (linked in the image) about that struggle:

So, this got heavy...but between the post insisting that Greta is NOT Black and the one saying she's not bisexual because that same troll is purposefully and maliciously being obtuse about how words go together... I figured clearing some things up and educating folks might be helpful. BTW, the fact of those issues in the article makes her blackness all the more resonant as rep in pop culture. And hey, poly folks have disagreements, just like the het folks do... -Still bi. I'm gonna end here with two images from the linked article of anti-racist Tunisian protesters (MENA and Black):

P.S. I also side-eye those keen to make her muscular... I mean yeah she wields a big-ass hammer and shortsword/dagger, but the tendency to masculinize black woman characters deserves a hardy eye-squint. Especially, given that the show has *no problem* making muscular women look like that and they DIDN'T for Miss Greta.

See: Zamfir and the Berserk-style sword-carrying Vampire warrior, Striga. Both of whom had that flex going on.

#tumblr gonna tumblr #misogynoir #greta danesti #greta x alucard #castlevania #I hate when wrong-ass trolling info is spread in the tumblr fandom tags about black women characters #and sadly it happens A LOT purposefully #if you don't like black women just stick to the characters you like instead...you really gotta put in effort to actively HATE as a hobby #same ole same ole #meta #one kinda hate ALWAYS comes with another #which is why solidarity makes sense #troll is anti-black & biphobic #so this is becoming a thing?#doing my best to make sure the black girl character tags have GOOD info about the characters #first uhura and now greta #sunday wip procrastination blah #block that “gretasworld” troll #btw the producers say she's not a spin-off Grant Dynasty so...that's why he's not mentioned

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sublimedonutheart · 4 months

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I'm going to do something that I don't like, but I feel the need to do it because this last month I have seen at least one post a day of hate, mockery or criticism towards the ship and its fans here on the tag and I'm getting tired of seeing that.

People who have nothing better to do than come to bother the Zosan tag, READ THIS:

■We do not care about your negative opinion about the ship

■We don't care about your criticism of the fanarts or fanfictions if it is not constructive criticism.

■We don't care what you think about the ship and its shippers.

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¿Do you think Zosan is boring? We do not care

¿Do you think that Zosan is the gay ship for straight people? We don't care. [For god sake this is ridiculous and offensive, I'm an ace/bi person who enjoys the dynamics of these characters, but now my ship is for fucking straights lmao]

¿Do you think it's a toxic ship? We do not care

¿Do you think we are wrong because we like this "ship that doesn't make sense" and not another ship like Z*lu, S*nUs*pp or any other ship? We do not care

¿Does it bother you that Zosan is more popular and do you think other ships deserve to be more popular than them? [another ridiculous thing] WE DON'T CARE

I promise we don't give a shit what you have to say about us or Zosan

Stop thinking that your opinions are important, because SURPRISE they are not, so if you want to give your opinion so much, do it on your own blog and don't add the ship tags in your post, because we just want to enjoy the content that other Zosan fans share in the tag. We don't want to read whatever you have to say about the ship, especially if your post starts with "It's not hate against Zosan or its shippers but... ." stop and read what you wrote! If you already start like this you know very well that it is either going to bother us or make us feel bad for shipping TWO DAMN PIXELS

¿Seriously, why is it so difficult to ship and let ship?

¿Are you so self-centered that you think everyone should read WHY YOU DON'T LIKE ZOSAN OR X SHIP?

...And the worst thing is that it is not a problematic or disgusting ship [and believe me, this fandom has many of those disgusting ships that make me sick] but you prefer to ignore those ships and come to bother us. It's fucking unfair and annoying, because we're not hurting anyone, we're just enjoying shipping these two characters.

That's what I had to say, but since I know that you will still continue with those posts, I have no choice but to block them as I have done this last month

#zosan #sanzo #sanji x zoro #zoro x sanji #What I said probably doesn't make sense. English is not my first language and I'm really upset right now #so I must have made a lot of grammatical mistakes.I'm sorry #I will delete this post later #And yes #I created this account to say this #my main blog is not for these stupid things

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4seasonsofart · 6 months

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The light of the night sky never seems to brighten the burdens within Thorfinn's heavy heart. The cool chill of winter nips at his sides and freezes over his soaked clothes. Each constellation holds a memory in his heart. Many nights while traveling to avenge his father, he learned the stars above to track his travels. Tonight the constellation of his father hangs overhead, Dain, the constellation he learned on his first night without his beloved father so long ago.

He imagines that his father is looking down on him from Valhalla. He imagines that one day he may be able to reach the stars just like his father and join him. To be immortal. Oh, such bittersweet memories denied to him by the monster who has made him.

A familiar set of boots is heard by Thorfinn, although he stays put in his sitting position. The man that he has begrudgingly sworn to protect makes the decision to sit next to him on the grassy knoll. Thorfinn shoots a glare half-heartedly at Canute, who isn't directly staring at him. His ocean blue eyes are trained on the stars that Thorfinn so admires.

An unbearably soft and comforting hand envelopes Thorfinn's own without him realizing it. He is about to shout and curse at Canute, only to find that he is unable to do so. A sickeningly sweet emotion rises within his chest. It is light and airy, like Freyr's winds, and as precious as Thor's hammer. Thorfinn objects to this weakness in his body, but it has only been growing since he first set his hazel eyes on the young prince.

"You are injured and freezing." Canute states in a tone that Thorfinn is unable to identify. It is loving, tender, and sweet, and it reminds him of how his mother used to speak to him. Only, it was somehow so much different.

"Why do you care, princess?" Thorfinn sneers weakly as he is suddenly more aware of everything going on around him. The gentle snores of the animals in the woods, the small distance between the two men's bodies, how quickly Thorfinn's heart is beating while awaiting Canute's response.

"Is there a reason I should not?" He inquires rhetorically as he removes his royal cape and wraps it around Thorfinn's battered figure. Canute leans into Thorfinn to provide him with more warmth, and the injured blonde chooses not to move. Something in him seeks out the prince's warmth and covets it. An almost invisible blush creeps across Thorfinn's features as he stares at the stars instead of the man that is near him.

They both stay in the clearing on the grassy knoll for quite some time. Both of their sets of eyes stay trained on the stars. Both men know that some things are best left unsaid in this world. Although enough is said about how at peace Canute is while leaning against Thorfinn, about how conflicted Thorfinn feels while near Canute.

A little blurb from a fanfiction that has been in my drafts for over a year now. I never had the heart to finish it, so here is a piece in case I never do. I felt this particular part was too sweet not to share.

#vinland saga #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #canute #vinland saga fanfic #thorfinn x canute #thornute #canfinn #i love these two #i love them so much #my favorite ship #I had to do them justice #let me know if you want the actual fic #that would be a lot of revisions and a long time from now but yk #thorfinn using constellations and loving stars has always been my headcanon #makes sense #right?

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cowboyfiles · 1 year

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When Taylor Swift wrote “what’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?” and when Phoebe Bridgers said “I don’t think I love you anymore, that goldmine changed you” and when Miranda Priestly said “you chose to get ahead; you want this life, those choices are necessary; everybody wants to be us.” and when Joni Mitchell sang “a woman must have everything” and when Lou May Alcott wrote “talent isn’t genius; and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.”

#when x said #web weaving #overachiever #tell me this makes sense #it's been in my drafts for a while now #taylor swift #tbh it's all about being a mirrorball amy march variant #also therapy should be for free #phoebe bridgers #lou was a trans guy btw i can give you an essay on that #but really he referred to himself as lou a lot #joni mitchell #shades of scarlett conquering is also my fav joni mitchell song #it means so much to me #the devil wears prada

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allaganexarch · 7 months

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forget me not

Stray Gods || Grace/Persephone

She can’t bear to face anyone since she dropped out of college. She had to talk to her parents, obviously, but it’s been almost a year since they spoke. She was expecting them to yell at her, tell her she was wasting her life, tell her she’d never get anywhere without a college degree, that she was almost done, so why couldn’t she just wait it out another couple of years and then at least she’d have finished something? But they didn’t yell. They both just seemed…sad. Tired. And that was so much worse. It was like they had given up on her. Grace doesn’t know how to explain. She still hasn’t quite managed to explain it even to herself. Would anyone understand? Freddie never demanded an explanation—she loved Grace no matter what—but Grace was sure she wouldn’t get it. Freddie was passionate about so many things. Freddie was the sort of person who would probably go on to get a Master’s and a Doctorate or maybe two or three, because she just couldn’t decide what she loved the most. And Grace? Grace barely even felt like a person in college. She tried to do all kinds of things, join clubs, meet people, take classes she thought might be interesting. She tried to distance herself from Freddie, even, and she was not gentle. She tried to destroy herself over and over again, and make something entirely new. She tried to forge herself into someone interesting, someone worthwhile. But in the end, the truth always came crashing back to her. She can’t escape herself. She can’t escape how utterly unremarkable she is.

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hoipeepsimruby · 1 month

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Genshin things that I will ignore in canon:

Diluc and Kaeya exchanging letters to each other during his 3-4 year revenge quest

Kid Kaeya was a perfect angel who never did anything wrong

Adult Kaeya is a perfect angel who never did anything wrong

(Let the man be morally dubious that’s when he’s most interesting. Plus his recent characterization is inconsistent with his earlier one and his bio lore)

Yae Miko tormenting every single Inazuma guy character (her silly rivalry with Itto can stay it’s funny)

60% of the Venti alcohol jokes (they aren’t funny most of the time. The only time it’s funny is times like when Beidou wouldn’t let Venti and Kazuha drink despite them both being of legal drinking age)

Paimon being the travelers voice (I’m in the minority where I like Paimon as I feel she’s the travelers annoying little sister and with that in mind she’s written rather well but I do agree with everyone who’s annoyed with how she speaks for the traveler. While I’ve never published any fanfics in a lot of my ideas Paimon ends up getting a bit shafted due to me not really knowing what to do with her because outside of being the travelers voice she doesn’t do all that much.)

Most of the Inazuma main story (if I want to I can be willfully ignorant and enjoy the story but after reading gold-rhine’s Inazuma re-write I can never go back)

The traveler being a jerk to Furina at the beginning of her story quest. (In character for Paimon but the traveler I think would at least be a little more understanding and would try to get Paimon to stop guilt tripping her)

Finally, the traveler fails to get Charlotte any scoops from the fortress of meropide. (I know why but they did waste a bunch of her money and that feels mean)

#genshin impact #extra: 90% of fandom jokes #the aren’t funny and most end up as wild mischaracterozations #tbh most of what I’m annoyed with in Genshin either has to do with gameplay or fandom #I’m pretty good at enjoying stories regardless of quality #one of my favorite games is Fire Emblem Fates #a lot of my Kaeya beef comes from Diluc being my first fave #I read a bunch of good fics that treat the whole thing with nuance and how neither of them were in the right and they both screwed up #and now like 90% is all about Kaeya #or shipping #I’m neutral to most ships #I got Stockholm syndromed into like Neuvilette x Wriothesley #I have at one point activly seeked out Childe x Zhongli #I’m fine with a bunch of popular ones (JeanLisa Eulamber etc)#but so much of Genshin fandom is shipping and because of that it’s so hard to find fics of characters I like without it #that’s why I got stockholmed into liking Neuvilette x Wriothesley #because so many interesting fic premises had it in there it was like or be unable to read those fics #plus I like aro/ace Diluc and I actively headcanon a lot of characters to be somewhere on the aro and or ace spectrum #this is less of a thing I’m ignoring and more of a this makes no sense thing but #in the long ass multi update fontain side quest there is a girl who grew up in the fortress of meropide #and it seems ooc for Wriothesley not either have not noticed her existence or to have done nothing about it #but I can’t ignore it because the quest wouldn’t make sense without her #so for me he knows and is trying to do something about it but can’t get her out for whatever reason #idk something about her not existing on Fontaines people records of something #the least he could do is ask some of the guards to look after her and keep her safe and happy #that’s my explanation

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starsinseafoam · 3 months

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Something I find fascinating is that no matter where Kurapika goes, he can't help but make connections even if he's not trying to. First it was Gon, Killua, and Leorio. Then it was Melody and Basho, and now we have Oito, Woble, Bill, and Shimano.

I feel like that is something worth talking about and why I feel like Kurapika's not as down a dark path as a lot of people seem to think. It'd be way easier for him to succeed if he was truly so ruthless and uncaring but he has his own detours that steer him away from his goal.

First it was moving to help his friends when they got captured for his sake (without a second though btw) and now it seems like he will do the same to protect Oito and Woble. There also feels like there's another set up with all those eyes and a head of a kurta (if it really is Pairo then oof..) that might make him test those limits as well and the fact that the spiders are aboard the ship too.

(He is just so caring and it leads to things he doesn't want but needs at the same time ugh it's so good)

bonus semi related thoughts under the cut

I feel like Togashi has gotta avoid doing the same thing over again with Kurapika that he did with Gon in terms of seeing the big bad kill someone who meant a lot to him in his childhood and goes berserk. As cool as it'd be to see Kurapika go totally crazy like Gon did, it'd just be a repeat of past events so...

This gets me thinking that the sacrifice angle will really come into play and that Kurapika will move to save Oito and Woble over getting the eyes or something of the sort... I think the head being there is what will make the choice so much harder because it's no longer just disembodies eyes but they will belong to someone that he knew (Pairo or not, the village was fairly small I'm sure he knew almost everyone there) so it will really feel like losing someone again.

I adore how quickly Kurapika dropped the revenge to save Gon and Killua to diffuse the situation but I want him to really have a dilemma this time, especially since he'll be losing some of the eyes not just trying to get revenge on the cause.

#getting back into hxh and in my kurapika feels esp #since he's my ultimate favorite character even outside hxh #I think people in this fandom are so quick to jump on “oh this character is now a villain” that they just dismiss a lot of complexities #like idk I wish I could transmit my kurapika thoughts to everyone to make them see cause he's such a nuanced and caring character #he is fantastic and so many dismiss him cause they think he's jsut about revenge or being rude to his friends #UGH #anyway yeah... I adore him and I adore his caring heart and sense of justice #kurapika #hxh #hunter x hunter

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causticsunshine · 4 months

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wanted to share the sentiment here too but didn't feel like rewriting the whole thing lmao so here are some Thoughts i had last night on twt regarding my weird relationship with my art whilst being in fandom:

i know i've definitely talked about this kind of thing in the past but it's been a very recent development that i actually understand what's been going on with me and why i've picked up this habit of letting a fandom i'm in / a piece of media i'm really into fully dictate my creative drive. like, just because i'm very interested or invested in something, it doesn't mean i necessarily feel inspired by it or inspired by it for the duration that it holds my interest, and forcing myself to create relative art or fic or what have you for the vested interest(s) has both dampened my desire to be creative as well as my imagination. i know a lot of people can be super into something or a few random things at once and that can keep them going for ages without them running out of ideas, but in my case, things that hold my interest aren't always synonymous with my creativity and i'm just now learning that despite how obvious it seems!

i also imagine i'm not the only person who functions like this but i personally haven't seen it spoken about very often (if it even needs to idk), so i wanted to bring it up / talk about it a little bit :)

#art things #alex talks #if you've been following me for awhile or at least saw this coming before i did: does it not at all seem obvious lmao #i think the guilt i was feeling for so long over it being my 'obligation' as an artist in any fandom to only cater to fandom was also #exacerbated by some kind of impostor syndrome like... wait why is this so easy for other people also into x but not me?#makes sense now why i seem to lose steam so fast when i'm making work for one thing at a time only #i need to spice it up!! even if i come back to something eventually i can't force it!#thank u adhd my behated for another extension of my executive dysfunction but i guess #i will learn to work with it :) shedding the guilt has been the hardest part and ik i'll still struggle at times to be inspired or feel #like i need to be doing something specific to cater to other people rather than go with what drives me at the moment but #that's ok! that's life!#here's to me making a lot more art / general creative stuff 🫡 i hope the utter randomness of what i have in store #appeases at least one other person 🫶#sidenote 1d fics will still be eventually finished but 1d art.... we'll have to see bc of the ipad wipe :')#also haven't been in the mood for awhile tbh! been into another stuff and less generally hyperfixated (thank god)#anyway onto better days and more creation!!

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khruschevshoe · 4 months

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The fact that BBC class never got a season 2 is my Roman empire and always will be. With that ending? With April becoming shadowkin? With the fallout between Charlie and Matteusz and all of Charlie's guilt over using the Cabinet of Souls and losing everything left of his people? The sudden change in dynamic between Ms. Quill and Charlie/Quill saving Charlie's life? Ram's reaction to April becoming Shadowkin? Tanya and Ram dealing with the ramifications of telling Charlie to use the Cabinet of Souls? The fact that they STILL HAVEN'T PROPERLY DEALT WITH THE FALLOUT FROM WHEN THEY WERE TRAPPED WITH THE PRISONER AND THE TRUTH-GUILT ROCK? Feral. Absolutely FERAL, I am telling you. I'm never getting over this. It's been seven years and I am still NOT OVER IT

#bbc class #charlie smith #tanya adeola #ram singh #april maclean #charlie x matteusz #matteusz andrzejewski #andrea quill #ms quill #i am LOSING MY MIND #and I have been for YEARS #doctor who #also did not realize until just now that the show was created by Patrick Ness #as in chaos walking Patrick Ness #and a lot of things make a lot of sense #also this makes it so that 9 and 13 are the only doctors without spin-off material which saddens me a bit #i know that christopher eccleston is kind of done with it all #but jodie deserved to pop up in a spin-off #even matt smith got to show up on sja

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