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celluloidbroomcloset · 5 months

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(Carrying on from this post. Note that I'm really just sharing my own thoughts here.)

Ed is as fully steeped in toxic masculinity as Izzy, but his reaction to it is different. The pirate life is destroying him slowly, and it's destroying him from the moment we meet him. Stede offers him an alternative; Stede is outlandish for a pirate, but Ed doesn't see this as an inherent weakness. It's something that he finds immediately fascinating. The longer he's around Stede, the more exciting he finds Stede's world and its expression of masculinity. He does "fancy a fine fabric," and he likes the things that Stede shows him - both for themselves and, increasingly, because Stede loves them. He fully indulges in Stede's games and stories - his own crew remark on how happy and open he is. To Izzy, this appears a further descent into unacceptable masculinity.

It should be noted that Izzy has been angry at Ed for moving outside of the Blackbeard persona before we even meet them. Izzy remarks that Ed has been getting gradually crazier and crazier, and that Izzy himself has been protecting him. We don't see much of that immediate past, but this is a case where we can extrapolate from what we do see and what we learn about the characters. Ed is having a breakdown. He's bored, he's tired, and he's contemplating death as the final great adventure. He tells Stede that nothing is fun anymore; he barely has to do anything. Being Blackbeard is exhausting and isolating.

Izzy sees this too, but he draws the wrong conclusions - he thinks Ed needs to simply "man up." He remarks on the struggle it takes to "manage your increasingly erratic moods" without apparently understanding the reason behind them (which Ed offers up pretty clearly, both to Izzy and then to Stede). Stede and Ed's relationship represents an even further "descent" as far as Izzy is concerned.

The conversation in "Discomfort" and in "Wherever You Go" are clearly mirrored. In the first, Ed is finding light at the end of the tunnel in the form of Stede and Izzy is desperately trying to push him back to where Blackbeard lurks. In "Wherever You Go," Izzy further pushes Ed back into the toxic masculinity box, his prescribed masculine role, by directly insulting his manhood and insinuating that his expression of grief is emasculating.

Again, this is not an issue of Ed being affected by Stede's absence, necessarily, but how he expresses it. Izzy's homophobia is very much about outward expression and what is and is not acceptable to be thought "a man." Ed is expressing grief in what Izzy sees as an effeminate "namby-pamby" way - wearing Stede's clothing, crying, eating marmalade, writing songs, and trying, in his own imperfect way, to replicate the things that he loved about being on the Revenge with Stede.

But the only acceptable emotion, for men, is anger. Not for nothing is Izzy's main emotional expression in Season 1 rage; Wee John even refers to him as "that little angry fecker," and we rarely see him genuinely smile, laugh, or cry. Ed can be heartbroken, that's something Izzy cannot control, but he cannot show it like that. He must be furious. He must be angry. He must be violent. He must want to kill Stede for inflicting pain on him. He must be Blackbeard.

Izzy expresses near joy when Ed tries to strangle him - "There he is" - and threatens him if he doesn't go back into the correct persona.

Ed and Izzy do come from the same world, and they have shared experiences. But Ed's fall into the Kraken"Blackbeard persona takes all the internalized grief and pain and expresses it using the only emotion he's now permitted - anger. The result is horrific, to the extent that Izzy himself is dismayed at how far things have gone. But Ed's reaction is a natural progression - if this is what men are, then he's going to be everything that a man is supposed to be. That the result is monstrous is very deliberate, on the part of Ed and on the part of the show.

Izzy attempts, too late, to bring back Stede's ethos by invoking the "talk it through as a crew" line. He and the crew are genuinely worried about what has happened to Ed, but it is clear that Izzy himself does not understand his culpability. Ed said at the start that the only thing left for him was death; having been stripped of all the things that were joyful or soft, and therefore unmasculine, all he has left is death. His only mode of outward expression is anger and violence. There is no "talking it through."

None of this is to say that Izzy deserves to be shot, simply that this is the natural thematic outcome of everything that has been developing since we first see them together in Season 1. "Kraken" is indeed Ed's fault; he chooses to push Lucius off the ship, discarding first the "fine thing" that represented his connection to Stede, to softness, and to all the gentler forms of masculinity that he's now going to destroy. Ed's behavior belongs to Ed and Izzy's to Izzy.

It is not for nothing that Ed only cries in private. The viewer sees the grief and sorrow lurking beneath the surface, the fantasies about marrying Stede, the sobbing at night. But on the surface, Blackbeard must remain Blackbeard, and the only acceptable emotion is anger.

This descent on the part of Ed turns itself around on Izzy, too. The invocation of Ed's angry masculinity then becomes violence inflicted on Izzy himself. Izzy very much becomes the focal point of Ed's rage, beginning with the loss of his toes and leading to the loss of his leg.

Once more, Izzy's perception is unreliable. He says that it is Ed's feelings for Stede that have resulted in the toxic atmosphere on the ship. But it is Izzy himself who has told Ed that his earlier emotional expression is wrong, even subhuman - a "thing" he's become. It is the warping of grief and pain into anger that has resulted in Ed's madness and suicidal depression, and Ed's anger with Izzy is not misplaced. In a lot of ways, Izzy has shot himself in the foot.

The darker elements of this show indicate how deeply and horribly warping toxic masculinity is, but also that there is hope in the depths, not just for Ed...but for Izzy.

(Gonna carry on with the queer joy part of this later, because we should really remember that this show is very much about not living in darkness, even if darkness is a part of us.)

#ofmd season 2 #ofmd #our flag meets death #ed teach #edward teach #izzy hands #stede bonnet #blackbeard #tw: homophobia #ofmd meta #i know i'm gonna regret tagging izzy but dammit he's a fascinating character and his arc is SO DAMN IMPORTANT

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slexenskee · 7 months

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At Tea Time

Inspired by this lovely little drawing of Fuyumi and Satoru by @lwx-xx

Oneshot [Here]

He keeps reaching up to stop it from tugging at his hair, but never seems to manage much else but more tangles. He doesn’t hate having hair this long, but it sure as hell is tiresome. He has no idea how girls can stand it. It’s not even that long, just enough to graze his shoulders and irritate him every time he turns his head. No matter how much it annoys him though, he refuses to cut it. The look of rage and disgust whenever his father sees him is enough to have him put up with it.

Gojo hides a smirk of amusement. There’s no way that guy doesn’t have decades of smothered homosexual urges, with the way he gets so personally offended whenever his eldest son so much as puts a dress on.

Really, Gojo’s just doing this for his benefit. If Endeavor could just embrace his own gayness and stop with this quirk genomics scheme, they’d all be better off. He snickers into his hand. The thought of Endeavor in a dress was so hideous he almost wanted to make it into reality.

“Nii-chan,” Fuyumi whines, pulling him out of his thoughts. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Yumi,” he replies easily, picking up his little plastic teacup. “Aren’t you supposed to pour me more tea?”

She gasps in horror at the thought of being a poor fantasy hostess, and hastily leans over to splash more juice into his cup. Gojo didn’t really mind playing tea party whenever Fuyumi asked, including dressing up in whatever outfit Fuyum insisted on for him and procuring various sweets for their game, but he drew the line at using actual tea. A four year-old was more likely to scald them both than pour tea into a cup.

Truth be told, Gojo has no idea what you’re even supposed to do during a game like this. Fuyumi seems to have a plan in mind, so he’s just winging it. Maybe it’s just his adult mentality, but it just seems awfully boring. Fuyumi just pretends to be some old-fashioned Victorian lady asking about the weather and playing at being an adult. Why would anyone want to be an adult? Gojo honestly can’t fathom it.

It’s about as weird as having a sister in general— especially now that she can talk and play games and follow him around ceaselessly. The only reason he’s even here indulging her at all is because she’d cry if he left to fuck around with the neighborhood kids.

“Do you— do you like the tea?” She stutters out, trying and failing so terribly to affect a refined, lady-like voice that he almost falls into laughter again.

“Yeah, it’s great.” He takes a sip and plays along. “Not as good as the cake though.”

He’d gone all the way to the bakery in the next neighborhood over for it. The obaa-san behind the counter had gushed over how cute it was, for a little girl to be running errands for her mother. Gojo hadn’t bothered to correct her.

Fuyumi wrinkles her little nose at him.

Gojo sighs, and affects a very snobbish voice; “Yes, ojou-sama, the cake is really quite delicious. My compliments to the chef.”

Fuyumi bursts into delighted giggles. At four years-old, she has little to no grasp on formal speech, so she instead subjects Gojo to using it at her behest. It occasionally reminds Gojo of his unfortunate true childhood as the young master of an estate, where everyone demurred to him in such a manner, but he can ignore it easily enough when he’s trussed up as a girl playing tea party to appease his little sister.

He sighs again. “May we please cut the cake now? I’m feeling rather famished.”

“Yes, of course!” Fuyumi nods eagerly. Then she stares at the cake with a perplexed expression. Gojo quickly reaches over before his four year-old sister can attempt wielding a knife.

He stops playing tea parties, and all of Fuyumi’s other favorite childish activities deemed too effeminate by his father the year after, when the man decides he’s old enough for ‘real’ training. Fuyumi’s despondent about it for weeks, but there’s really nothing Gojo can do about it. Fighting with his father over it would just cause more tension in their already untenable household, and by then Fuyumi has a willing victim in little Natsuo, who’s finally toddling around on his own.

He’s not sure why he’s remembering it all so fondly now, when at the time he’d found it all quite the chore.

Fuyumi liked all the things little girls liked; playing dress-up as princesses, playing house, making fake tea parties and playing with her assortment of dolls. Gojo had mainly been bemused and distantly fascinated by it all, having never had a little sister before, but still found indulging her to be tedious. He’d done it anyway, mainly out of pity. She’d been such a lonely kid.

“What is this?” Eri asks him curiously, holding up a very familiar teapot.

Earlier, Fuyumi had dropped off the rest of her old clothes and toys that had been squirreled up in the attic, looking rather nostalgic as she’d handed over the plastic bin to him. She’d stayed for dinner and doted endlessly on Eri, who seems to be slowly but surely warming up to her, but with work tomorrow she’d left soon after, before Gojo could even start going through the bin.

“That’s a teapot, Eri-chan. It’s for tea parties.” He crouches down next to her, rummaging through the unsorted mess of toys and clothes. “Have you ever played tea party?”

She blinks at him, brow furrowed. She slowly shakes her head.

He laughs, as he unearths one of the matching teacups from the set. “Is that so? Well, why don’t we play before bed then?”

He uses real, lukewarm chamomile tea in a half-hearted attempt to have Eri in bed at a reasonable time. This promptly proves to be a lost cause, as Eri gets terribly excited over the whole affair as he sets up a fake tea table with flowers and cake and all of Fuyumi’s fake plastic servingware, and dresses them both up in something appropriately frilly. Somehow, wearing an entire fake wig of hair is a lot less uncomfortable than a little bow. They even get the cat involved, dragging him into her room and outfitting him with a generously sized bow he immediately hates. He still has no idea what the hell you’re supposed to talk about during these little fake tea parties, so he instead just teaches her how to sing Anti-Hero. Eri loves singing along with him, even if she has no idea what she’s saying. On the downside, this means she knows far too many curse words and unknowingly sings an awful lot about sex, but on the bright side her English pronunciation is improving by leaps and bounds.

“—at tea time, everybody agrees—”

Gojo glances up as he hears the door open, smirking widely as Hawks catches sight of him and almost face plants into the carpet. It’s been a while since he’s put on his ‘Toru-chan’ look, hasn’t it?

“I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror,”

Hawks fumbles with the door, but eventually makes it into the room with a dazed expression. He’d told the blonde he didn’t have to ring the doorbell every time he came over and could just let himself inside, yet still Hawks looks a little hesitant about whether or not he’s allowed to intrude.

Gojo winks at him and beckons him over as he finishes up his little sing along. “It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero~”

Eri’s voice trails off in an offkey warble as she looks up and sees Hawks. She’s still shy about singing in front of others.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, holding out a teacup to the winged hero. “Want some tea?”

Hawks looks a little mystified, settling down on the floor with them. “Uh— sure? What are we doing here?”

“Playing tea party, of course!” Gojo answers, cheerfully.

“Right,” Hawks agrees, taking the cup so Gojo can pour him some tepid and terribly oversteeped tea. “And… what is that, exactly?”

“Eri didn’t know either,” Gojo laments, chuckling. “Let’s just say you learn a lot of interesting things when you have a little sister.”

“Oh. Is this a game you used to play with Fuyumi-san?” Hawks trails an appraising eye down his outfit; the blatant approval in the hero’s gaze almost has him blushing a bit. “I think I like it.” He purrs.

Gojo rolls his eyes, glad the wig is covering his reddening ears. “We’re princesses. You can either join us as a princess or— or you can be the butler, I guess.”

Hawks raises a brow. “No prince charming to come and rescue you from the evil dragon?” He jerks a thumb up at Meow in the corner, the dragon in question, who looks miserable in his bowtie.

Gojo turns his nose up. “We don’t need one of those. We can save ourselves.”

Hawks laughs. “That’s how it is, huh? A butler is fine, then. Devoting my life to making sure you’re always left satisfied… I’m on board with that.”

Gojo coughs weakly into his cup. He definitely doesn’t remember his tea parties with Fuyumi leaving him this flustered.

“Just drink your goddamn tea,” he hisses at the other man, shoving a slice of cake in his direction.

Hawks snickers under his breath, but gamely complies.

lol not a Swiftie and no hate for her at all but I usually don't like her songs at all, but I recently discovered Swiftie rock/punk covers...

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy oneshots #mdnsy art

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darkacua · 8 months

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Weird headcanons of the guys that are just hanging around in my head:

Yuu

They can be very good on instruments, but they sound like a dying animal begging for God's mercy when they sing. Sadly for our freshman group, they love to go to karaoke.

They can't ride skates. You won't find someone with worse balance than them.

There is an eternal discussion about whether he is a girl disguised as a boy or just a very effeminate boy. Ruggie has a lot of money attached to Yuu being a boy and constantly begs him to tell him that's the truth.

Grimm

He is allergic to peaches, they discovered it when they put him on a diet for having gained 4 kilos in a week. Use this as an excuse for not eating healthy.

Somehow, he's good at origami. He surprises many with his paper cranes.

Riddle

He wears braces, hardly anyone notices them because he rarely smiles in front of someone he doesn't consider his friend.

He likes to make collages with papers that are no longer of use to him or someone else. Her favorite is one of a rose that she made from history notes for a subject that was taken out of the syllabus.

Trey

Can't weave even if his life depends on it. He tried, thought it would be cute to make some place mats to put his baked goods on, but failed miserably.

He tends to hum a lot when he's baking. Has a specific tune for each dessert he makes.

Cater

He usually wakes up on the opposite side from which he falls asleep. He moves and kicks so much that it's impossible to share a bed with him without getting hurt.

Hates talking to his sisters on the phone because they always end up complaining about their exes.

Ace

He has the palate of a 5-year-old. If there are no burgers and fries or nuggets on the menu, he simply won't eat anything.

Can't whistle. He would say yes, but if you ask him for a demo he will fake an urgency and run off.

Deuce

He called Professor Trein dad on one occasion. Trein didn't say anything for a good 5 minutes and poor Deuce wanted to jump out of the window in embarrassment.

It is the teachers' favorite. He's not the smartest, but he's one of the few students who really tries to pay attention in class.

He cried like a baby the first night at NRC over the fact that he left his mother home alone. He didn't calm down until I called him around 3 in the morning.

Leona

He has slammed himself into a glass door at least 2 times for being more asleep than awake while skipping class.

Although he does not like vegetables or greens, he is a keen lover of fruits in any type of presentation. He almost bites Ruggie when he tried to steal his mango milkshake.

Ruggie

Have had lice more times than he can remember. You know he got them again when he completely shaves his head.

The first time he ate at NRC he cried. He cried because for the first time in a long time he wasn't hungry after eating and because it was unfair that his grandmother couldn't enjoy that privilege.

Jack

Didn't believe Ace about Riddle's rages until he saw them for the first time. Now he fears him as much as he respects him.

Firmly believes that if he doesn't exercise for a day, all his performance will go down the drain. He tried to go to training once with a bent ankle.

Azul

It's a mama's boy. They talk to each other every day and even have video calls scheduled on the weekends for her mother to give him business advice, sometimes his stepfather participates.

He had a lot of trouble adjusting to the surface air. Occasionally he still has trouble breathing, especially in places with a lot of dust or dirt in the air.

Jade

Has costumes of all kinds in his closet, from the most common to the most extravagant and bizarre one can imagine. He has used each of them on at least one occasion and won't tell anyone why or where.

He likes to talk to Silver about the mushrooms that can be found in the forest, he treasures one that was given to him by one of Silver's rabbit friends.

Floyd

It is lightweight. One drink of alcohol and he's dead to the world.

He joined all the clubs (excluding Jade and Malleus) for at least a week. He got bored with everyone and is only in Basketball because he was given the ultimatum that he will no longer be allowed to join anyone else if he gets out of it.

Kalim

All of his siblings are from different mothers and many of them do not officially consider themselves to be members of the Al-Asim family. He completely ignores this and treats all of them the same.

On one occasion a business associate of his father called one of his sisters a whore and Kalim almost beat the man to death. It was the first and last time anyone saw him get into a physical altercation with such intensity. He has also thrown out many party guests for such comments towards his siblings and their respective mothers.

His hair color is the cause of Marie Antoinette syndrome.

Jamil

Because of him there is a massive fumigation in Scarabia once every two months.

Secretly hates Vil's food so much that he gave him a recipe book along with a set of spices.

He has a large scar on the palm of his hand from an assassination attempt.

Vil

He sets aside a couple of hours a week for his “stress deportation” session, taking pictures of the people who have pissed him off that week and throwing darts at them.

Vil indeed knows his mother. He met her at the age of 15 and she tried to emotionally blackmail Vil for money, his father placed a restraining order after that day towards the woman.

Rook

He loves his family more than anyone can imagine. Once one of his younger brothers came back pretty beaten up by a bully and Rook went to said bully's house to "talk" to him. The boy and his family moved within a week.

Will go out with anyone who asks him to, his motto is that anyone can be the ideal. Whether the relationship lasts more than a week is another story.

His family nicknamed him “Macaron le glouton” because more than once he was caught eating the cookies and cakes they had stored in the middle of the night.

Epel

He has a recurring dream in which he is on a raft along with a zebra, an astronaut, and a ballet dancer. He always wakes up scared and without understanding the dream.

He firmly believes that it shouldn't look bad to hit an old man, if you make fun of him he'll punch you in the house he doesn't care how old you are.

Idia

Tried to crash some women-only event for some kind of collectible figurine. He was discovered instantly and kicked out.

He's totally gone on a personal hunger strike because some anime/manga doesn't have the ending he wants. Ortho always ends up breaking down the door to force him to eat.

Once a girl he met online confessed to him and asked him to be her boyfriend. He instantly blocked it because he thought it was a scam.

Ortho

He has at least three certificates and trophies as a winner of cosplay contests. They are contests that he did not sign up for and he was not wearing a cosplay.

Once tried to eat something out of curiosity as to what the act of chewing and swallowing would be like. It took 4 days to get all the food residue out of his system and gears.

Malleus

Its body is covered in dark green scales, almost reaching black. They don't sting or anything, but sometimes they get caught in his clothes and it's hard to get them off without hurting him.

It has eaten 3 cell phones. This was a method of revenge against Lilia.

Lilia

He often has a nightmare in which Silver's biological family shows up to take him away, leaving him completely alone in his cabin. He always ends up sneaking into his son's room to calm his nerves when he wakes up from this nightmare.

More than once he has bumped into random women who end up slapping him even if he doesn't talk to them. Whenever this happens, he reminds the Diasomnia group that they should end their love affairs correctly and not make careless promises about getting married.

Silver

Another guy who wears braces. Sebek's father put them on because his mouth looked like a shark's with how crowded his teeth were. He always receives a star sticker on his visits for being a very calm patient.

He has calluses on his hands from his practice with the sword.

He has so little interaction with women that prior to joining NRC his only female acquaintances were Mrs. Zigbolt and Sebek's sister. So at the first event where girls showed up at school he just didn't know how to interact with any of them.

Sebek

As a baby he had a wooden stick which he bit when his teeth barely came out. He has it in storage and still uses it when he is stressed.

His appetite isn't hereditary or something fairies have, he's just a glutton and has a fast metabolism.

His horse threw him many times because he scared him with his screams.

He'll never admit it but Riddle terrifies him when he has a fit of rage. This fear only increased when the latter had to be electrocuted TWICE in order to kidnap him in chapter 6.

Español bajo el corte

Headcanons extraños de los chicos que solo estan por ahi dando vueltas en mi cabeza:

Yuu

Puede ser muy bueno con los instrumentos, pero suena como un animal moribundo rogando por la misericordia de Dios cuando canta. Tristemente para nuestro grupo de primer año, le encanta ir al karaoke.

No pueden andar en patines. No encontrarás a alguien con peor equilibrio que ellos.

Hay una discusión eterna sobre si el una chica disfrazada de chico o solo un chico muy afeminado. Ruggie tiene mucho dinero puesto en que Yuu es un chico y le ruega constantemente que diga que esa es la verdad.

Grimm

Es alérgico a los duraznos, lo descubrieron cuando lo pusieron a dieta por haber subido 4 kilos en una semana. Usa esto como excusa para no comer saludable.

De alguna forma, es bueno con el origami. Sorprende a muchos con sus grullas de papel.

Riddle

Usa frenos, casi nadie los nota porque rara vez sonríe frente a alguien que no considere su amigo.

Le gusta hacer collages con papeles que ya no son de ayuda para él o para alguien más. Su favorito es uno de una rosa que hizo con los apuntes de historia de un tema que fue sacado del plan de estudios.

Trey

No puede tejer aunque su vida dependa de ello. Lo intentó, pensó que sería lindo hacer unos manteles en los que poner sus productos horneados, falló miserablemente.

Suele tararear mucho cuando está horneando. Tiene una melodía específica para cada postre que hace.

Cater

Suele despertar del lado contrario al que se duerme. Se mueve y patalea tanto que es imposible compartir una cama con él sin salir herido.

Detesta hablar con sus hermanas por teléfono porque siempre terminan quejándose de sus ex parejas.

Ace

Tiene el paladar de un niño de 5 años. Si en el menú no hay hamburguesas con papas o nuggets el simplemente no comerá nada.

No puede silbar. Él diría que sí, pero si le pides una demostración fingirá una urgencia y saldrá corriendo.

Deuce

Llamó al profesor Trein papá en una ocasión. Trein no dijo nada por unos buenos 5 minutos y el pobre de Deuce quería saltar de la ventana por la vergüenza.

Es el favorito de los profesores. No es el más listo, pero es uno de los pocos alumnos que realmente intentan prestar atención a las clases.

Lloro como un bebe la primera noche en NRC por el hecho de que dejó a su madre sola en casa. No se calmó hasta que le marcó alrededor de las 3 de la mañana.

Leona

Se ha estampado al menos 2 veces con una puerta de cristal por estar más dormido que despierto mientras se saltaba las clases.

Si bien no le gustan los vegetales o verduras, es un amante vivido de las frutas en cualquier tipo de presentación. Casi muerde a Ruggie cuando este intentó robarse su batido de mango.

Ruggie

Ha tenido piojos más veces de las que puede recordar. Sabes que volvió a tenerlos cuando se rapa por completo la cabeza.

La primera vez que comió en NRC lloró. Lloro porque por primera vez en mucho tiempo no se quedó con hambre después de comer y por lo injusto que era que su abuela no pudiera disfrutar de ese privilegio.

Jack

No le creía a Ace acerca de los ataques de ira de Riddle hasta que los vio por primera vez. Ahora le teme tanto como lo respeta.

Cree firmemente que si no hace ejercicio un día todo su rendimiento se irá al caño. Intento ir a entrenar una vez con un tobillo doblado.

Azul

Es un niño de mamá. Se hablan todos los días e incluso tienen videollamadas programadas los fines de semana para que su madre le de consejos de negocios, a veces su padrastro participa.

Tuvo muchos problemas para adaptarse al aire de la superficie. De vez en cuando aún tiene problemas para respirar, sobre todo en lugares con mucho polvo o tierra en el aire.

Jade

Tiene disfraces de todo tipo en su armario, desde los más comunes hasta los más extravagantes y extraños que uno se pueda imaginar. Ha usado cada uno de ellos en al menos una ocasión y no le dirá a nadie porque o en donde.

Le gusta hablar con Silver sobre los hongos que se pueden encontrar en el bosque, atesora uno que le dio uno de los conejos amigos de Silver

Floyd

Es de peso ligero. Un trago de alcohol y está muerto para el mundo.

Se unió a todos los clubes (excluyendo los de Jade y Malleus) por lo menos una semana. Se aburrió de todos y solo está en el de Basquetbol porque le dieron el ultimatum de que ya no se le permitirá unirse a ningún otro si se salía de este.

Kalim

Todos sus hermanos son de diferentes madres y muchos de ellos no se consideran oficialmente como miembros de la familia Al-Asim. Él ignora por completo esto y los trata a todos por igual.

En una ocasión un socio de negocios de su padre llamó a una de sus hermanas puta y Kalim casi mata al hombre a golpes. Fue la primera y última vez que alguien lo vio entrar en un altercado físico con tanta intensidad. También ha echado a muchas invitadas de reuniones por ese tipo de comentarios hacia sus hermanos y sus respectivas madres.

Su color de cabello es causa del síndrome de Maria Antonieta.

Jamil

Por él hay una fumigación masiva en Scarabia una vez cada dos meses.

Odio secretamente tanto la comida de Vil que le regaló un libro de recetas junto con un conjunto de especias.

Tiene una gran cicatriz en la palma de la mano de un intento de asesinato.

Vil

Tiene apartado un par de horas a la semana para su sesión de “expulsión de estrés”, toma fotografías de las personas que lo han hecho enojar esa semana y les lanza dardos.

Vil de hecho si conoce a su madre. La conoció a los 15 años y está trató de chantajear emocionalmente a Vil por dinero, su padre puso una orden restrictiva después de ese día hacia la mujer.

Rook

Ama a su familia más de lo que alguien se pueda imaginar. Una vez uno de sus hermanos menores regresó bastante golpeado por un matón y Rook fue hasta la casa de dicho matón para “hablar” con él. El chico y su familia se mudaron a la semana.

Saldrá con cualquier persona que se lo pida, su lema es que cualquier persona puede ser la ideal. Que la relación dure más de una semana es otra historia.

Su familia lo apodo “Macaron le glouton” porque más de una vez lo atraparon comiéndose las galletas y pasteles que tenían resguardados en medio de la madrugada.

Epel

Tiene un sueño recurrente en el que él está en una balsa junto con una cebra, un astronauta y una bailarina de ballet. Siempre se despierta asustado y sin entender el sueño.

Cree firmemente que no no debería de verse mal golpear a un anciano, si te burlas de él te dará un puñetazo en la casa no le importa tu edad.

Idia

Ha intentado colarse en algún evento solo de mujeres por algún tipo de figurilla coleccionable. Fue descubierto al instante y echado a patadas.

Totalmente se ha puesto en una huelga personal de hambre porque algún anime/manga no tiene el final que él quiere. Ortho siempre termina rompiendo la puerta para obligarlo a comer.

Una vez una chica que conoció online se le confesó y le pidió que fuera su novio. Él la bloqueó al instante porque creyó que era una estafa.

Ortho

Tiene al menos tres certificados y trofeos como ganador de concursos de cosplay. Son concursos a los que no se inscribió y no llevaba un cosplay.

Una vez intento comer algo por la mera curiosidad de como sería el acto de masticar y tragar la comida. Tardaron 4 días en quitar todos los residuos de comida de su sistema y engranajes.

Malleus

Su cuerpo esta cubierto en escamas de un verde oscuro, casi llegando al negro. No le pican ni nada, pero a veces se atoran en la ropa y es difícil de soltarlas sin lastimarlo.

Se ha comido 3 celulares. Esto fue un método de venganza contra Lilia.

Lilia

Suele tener una pesadilla en la que la familia biológica de Silver aparece para llevárselo dejándolo completamente solo en su cabaña. Siempre termina colándose en la habitación de su hijo para calmar sus nervios cuando despierta de esta pesadilla.

Más de una vez se ha topado con mujeres al azar y estas terminan dándole una bofetada incluso si no habla con ellas. Siempre que esto pasa le recuerda al grupo de Disomnia que deben terminar de forma correcta sus relaciones amorosas y no hacer promesas sobre casarse despreocupadamente.

Silver

Otro chico que usa frenos. El padre de Sebek se los puso ya que su boca parecía la de un tiburón con lo encimados que estaban sus dientes. Siempre recibe un sticker de estrella en sus visitas por ser un paciente muy tranquilo.

Tiene callos en las manos por su práctica con la espada.

Tiene tan poco interacción con las mujeres que antes de entrar a NRC sus unicos conocidos del sexo femenino eran la Señora Zigbolt y la hermana de Sebek. Así que en el primer evento en el que se presentaron chicas a la escuela él solo no supo cómo interactuar con ninguna de ellas.

Sebek

De bebe tenía un palo de madera el cual mordía cuando sus dientes apenas salían. Lo tiene guardado y aun lo usa cuando está estresado.

Su apetito no es nada hereditario o algo que las hadas tengas, él solo es glotón y de metabolismo rápido.

Su caballo lo tiró muchas veces porque lo asustó con sus gritos.

No lo admitirá nunca pero Riddle lo aterra cuando tiene un ataque de ira. Este miedo sólo incrementó cuando este último tuvo que ser electrocutado DOS VECES para poder secuestrarlo en el capítulo 6.

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I love reading your analyzing of Coyle. I wondered if you had any thoughts on his sexuality? (I mean I have a damn spread sheet myself, but you're so much better at words and really great at psychoanalyzing lol). I've described him as being "the straightest gay man I've ever seen" to a few people now and eventually the "get" it.

(CW: discussions of canon typical sexual and racial violence, slavery, internalized homophobia, domestic violence and femicide. One of the linked videos also discusses fascism using disturbing transphobic rhetoric as an example.)

Thank you for your kind words, it’s really nice to know my ramblings are resonating with someone! Discussion should be allowed to emerge naturally, but I think much of the debate that arose from the revelation of Coyle’s character was removed from the context of the oppressed groups being commented on by the text. I say that mainly in reference to people of color, since the KKK represents a cultural trauma which is inextricably attached to blackness, but the statement applies to queer people as well. That very Klan was almost extinguished in the 1870s until it was revitalized half a century later by a film, of all things: media is obviously important. There’s much more that can be, and to an extent needs to be, said about this story beyond rehashing “it is/is not okay to hornypost about this” ad nauseam.

So let’s get this out of the way: I think Coyle was deliberately being written as queer. The ethics of incorporating LGBT characters in a setting so obsessed with the grotesque are questionable (you can read more perspectives on that here and here,) but I think there was intention behind the decision to depict him this way, whether it's "good representation" or not.

One of his defining traits is that he habitually deploys lewd, effeminate language to intimidate and dehumanize his victims: “alluring piglet,” “honey,” “beautiful/sexy b*tch,” “darling,” “sweet, ripe young things" and the like. You could argue that is solely a degradation tactic rather than a direct indicator of his sexual preference, and he does seem to do it primarily to scare you. But a big part of the horror in Kill the Snitch is that Coyle is very unembarrassed about how much pleasure he gets out of subjecting you to that degradation. (“You lick my boot, maybe I let you up.”) The innuendo he taunts the Reagents with is unaffected by their gender presentation, and The Snitch is a fixed character presented as a cis man who Coyle treats with just as much aggressive leeriness. From there, it's difficult to interpret him as straight.

And since Coyle is one of the main villains of the game, I think I would be remiss if I argued that his bi/pansexuality is a thematically insignificant byproduct of his broader characterization as a sadist. That conclusion certainly presents itself: even if his queerness is loudly implied, it isn’t commented on directly by the text the way other aspects of his character are, like racism and uxoricide. The closest we get to a clear, unmistakable identification of his sexuality comes in the form of his aforementioned attitude towards The Snitch.

While the Reagents are interchangeable grunts, The Oogie Boogie Man Snitch is Coyle's own prisoner, and as such we witness him compound the usual routine of sexualized cruelty with repeated assertions of possession, calling him things like “toy” “mine” and “property” to emphasize a sense of ownership. He comes completely undone when the Reagents electrocute him to death, exploding into thwarted, miserable rage like a kid watching their sandcastle get kicked to shit (“No! FUCKING NO! He was mine!”) and throwing out all of his beliefs at once as this jumbled, fascistic mess; “anarchist pinko fucks” this and “country’s going to shit” that.

Perhaps the most telling line about their dynamic is this one: “Jesus Christ you look like my second wife, you know that? Spittin' image. Woman got me 'bout as hot as Missouri asphalt.” The only time we see how Coyle interacts with people on an even playing field is in the files, when it’s mentioned that he killed two of his fellow soldiers when serving in the army & brutalized a murkoff agent interviewing him. The social dominance he has over people like The Snitch and his wives seems to be the only way he’s capable of conducting interpersonal relationships on a vaguely emotional level. Otherization, fuckability, and the need for corrective shame/subordination are all intertwined in Coyle's head, muddling together to form his notion of natural hierarchy: one which is incoherent, self-serving, and more about appearances than anything else. (“I know what you did. I just need to hear you say it.”)

And the importance placed on appearances isn’t just something that Leland happens to believe. In the era when this game takes place, the electric chair was at peak popularity as a form of “humane” capital punishment: in reality, it was a callous technological repackaging of the methods of execution which came before it, namely the (distinctly racialized) hanging/lynching. These methods were designed to reinforce social hierarchy by staging voyeuristic displays of dehumanization, and were levied with particular barbarism against people of color. There’s a catalog of horror stories I could insert here about white supremacy and the electric chair, but that’s another post entirely. What I want to establish is that:

A. It's easy to interpret The Snitch’s execution (and the Reagent’s forced participation in it) as a symbolic enforcement of Murkoff’s construction of social dominance, akin to capital punishment or lynching/state sponsored terrorism. B. Men like Coyle were categorically responsible for orchestrating executions like the one in the game, and the fact that he gets so angry and addled about it even though he’s ostensibly a follower of their doctrine speaks to the nature of his ideology.

Though a lot of real world topics get touched on by Coyle's dialogue, it certainly isn’t 100% down-to-earth social critique. Many of his lines invite you to laugh at him (“It's hurtful when you disrespect the badge. I have feelings, too”/”Ain't you slicker'n a can of mashed assholes”) and his crimes themselves are, at times, overblown and ridiculous. He's a caricature of institutional violence and injustice, not a straight faced example of it. No, the realistic part of Coyle’s storyline is how the power structures of 1950s America both protected him from consequences and deliberately encouraged him to degenerate. I’ve alluded to this before: it’s one of my favorite things about Trials.

He was sent to military school because of his violent tendencies and joined the marines to avoid investigation after killing his first wife, but once he had the Police Department to shield him his behavior escalated in severity so much so that it attracted the attention of an even worse organization. The process was Military School → Ku Klux Klan → Marines → Police Department → Murkoff. This facet of the story was always there, but the newly released comic really hammers in the point, that Coyle - infantile, nonsensical, vulgarly abusive and utterly unworthy of authority - was never a barely tolerated outlier or a well kept secret within the systems he budded up from. The files directly attach his klan involvement to police work even as he's described as a “good cop:” because there were no good cops in Blackwell, because good cops aren’t real. US Law Enforcement can be traced back to early southern slave patrols, they've had a handshake agreement with the Klan for decades, and you need look no further than the recent Minneapolis Police Department exposé to see how they operate in the modern world - and this game is set sixty years before 2023. Horrifying, yeah?

Understanding cops themselves to be fundamentally immoral and unjust, by the time we meet him in the game, Coyle isn’t even a competent cop in terms of his willingness to enact unjust aims. Yes he is brutal, yes he is racist, yes he clings to the childish, cowardly belief in immutable superiority found in actual modern fascists - but the ouroboros of psychosexual issues driving him to behave the way he does take precedence over his purported devotion to any belief system, to such a degree that he isn’t even acting in explicit defense of an institution anymore. That job, to defend the current institution, is what the Reagents are being trained for: the same ones he deems subhuman and, most tellingly, “perverted.”

One thing that makes Coyle’s whole presence in Kill The Snitch so surreal and disorienting is how manufactured and aimless his job as The Snitch’s defender really is. The man play acts an interrogation of someone who will never see trial, referencing vice squads, courts and elections that are nowhere to be found in the Sinyala facility - even though a different line of his mentions how they “don’t favor courts in these parts.” So, he’s directly contradicting himself. When the Snitch dies, he goes “NO! NO! I'll never... God DAMNIT,” not even finishing his own sentence about what it is he apparently needed The Snitch for.

The man obviously thinks otherwise, but he’s a make-believe cop, a test dummy for trainees to be pitted against ala shencomix’s professional hater. Though nowhere near as disenfranchised, Coyle is a puppet in Murkoff’s trials as much as the Reagents are, all his nasty, grandiose rhetoric ultimately amounting to hot air: and unlike the Reagents, this does not end with him being reborn. He lacks the overarching purpose of eventual service to a greater cause that they have.

And therein lies the self-destroying prophecy inherent to his understanding of reality. You can argue that Coyle is aware (subconsciously or otherwise) that there exists the potential for him to be otherized, and by extension subordinated, for an immutable part of himself which is directly attached to his sexuality and masculinity. I’d be surprised if he wasn't, considering how loudly the prejudices of the culture he arose from are relayed to the audience. The fear that comes from that knowledge gives birth to an obsession with categorism, shame, and “justice:” which he rationalizes as an immutable aspect of reality by connecting it with the natural phenomenon of lightning. (“I used to stand in a storm and watch the lightning strike the plains and I would think, "well there you go." That's justice. Sometimes the finger of God reaches down and touches you. But you never know which finger it is you're gonna get.”)

This leads to violence which he is constantly rewarded for: and because it’s the only viable outlet he has for exercising those very issues which he was trying to avoid confronting in the first place… he overindulges. Loses all interest in presenting the rhetoric coherently, in favor of chasing the immediate release that cruelty provides with ever-increasing vigor. (Funny how he calls the Reagents “dope addicted” too. Mr. Sony VPL strikes again!)

But in the end, Coyle is worthless. He’s a tool, designed to be overcome. It's a similarly symbolic, utilitarian role to that of The Snitch, which potentially feeds into his perverse sense of protectiveness over him, but the people who are coming out the other end of this with a job to do in the real world are the Reagents. People he looks down on, people he terrorizes, people he’s so desperate to bend to his will. He’s like... white chauvinism revealed as senseless, small and disgusting, condemned to chase its own tail & buckle under its own weight no matter how hard it shakes it's fist at the sky.

And in a series so fixated on delusion and the disintegration of the self, the nugget of reality within that was thrilling to see on screen. 10/10, would cringe at again.

#theartof-p #leland coyle #officer coyle #outlast trials #murkoff corporation #I’m feeling a need to include a “the north is awful too” caveat #but I recently found out some relatives had a cross burned on their lawn.#in the urban North. in the 80s.#so it’s probably just my own biases speaking lmao #i’m p sure it doesn’t sound like I’m singling out the rural south here but lmk if you think otherwise #lmk whatever you have to say #anyways. Long live Leland Coyle’s hideous deplorable ass!!!

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@hofnarrofficial said: gimme everything you got just bury me alive (only if thats possible ofc lmao)

Ok.

Turbo's favourite movie is Herbie: Fully Loaded

He has ALWAYS been flamboyant/effeminate like you see King Candy being. I hate seeing people portray Turbo as this perpetually grumpy/angry bitter person all the time all because of the revelation scene being the one 'real scene' we have of Turbo in his original form. The reason why Ralph wouldn't recognize the similar behaviour pattern is because he didn't know Turbo well enough since he rarely ever left his own game unless it was to go to Tapper's to have a root beer and brag about winning to anyone who'd listen (mainly Felix). Need a 'draw/write Turbo being silly and goofy like King Candy is' solidarity.

Contrary to popular belief, he does like the color pink- he just has a very specific preference for that particular salmon shade of pink.

Turbo and the twins all had racecar beds to sleep in back in TurboTime.

Candybug's desire to take over the entire arcade at the end of the movie is his new cy-bug coding speaking; all Turbo has ever wanted is to race again and be in the spotlight. He would struggle to control his bug instincts not just in terms of resisting beacons of light but also in terms of acting upon intrusive thoughts in general. Mix that with anger and hopelessness that he'll likely never be able to drive again in this new form and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster, because what more does he have to lose?

Do not misunderstand: I too dislike the trope of 'he's just misunderstood' since that is far from the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't have moments where you feel empathy for him (at least in my case): you are programmed to be the protagonist of your world, the best, that is your sole purpose in the life you have. You become addicted to the attention you recieve- foolishly not thinking once that it's possible that may not be the same thing tomorrow. Once that is suddenly taken away, you don't understand why- you're the best. And because you are the best, instead of processing your losses normally, you won't let go. You're instead determined to take back what was rightfully yours. By any means possible. Making the biggest mistake of your life- you kill not just your neighbors but your own home out of impulse. You are to blame for the choice you took- guilt becomes rage, rage becomes bitterness, bitterness becomes calculative; why cry over spilled milk? The damage is done, and your code is desperately crying out to do what you were made to do: race. All you can do is start anew... don't dwell on the past if you want to have the spotlight again, processing your mistake doesn't matter anyway; and so, once a new racing game is in town- you'd be frothing at the mouth to hop in after decades of isolation, wouldn't you? You'd do anything, if you were that desperate and awfully selfish.

This leads us to the following: Turbo had a mental breakdown during his years of isolation, mainly because he was unable to race; this is why he laughs and giggles no matter the mood he's in as King Candy. It's a form of tic.

This might be a bit OOC? But whatever. Hilariously enough King Candy is a somewhat decent(take that with a grain of salt, I'll elaborate in a moment) fatherly figure: he treats the SR racers like they're his adopted kids. I say somewhat decent because of course he completely excludes Vanellope and because he picks favourites; Taffyta, Rancis and Candlehead are his golden children and because of that, he's sometimes willing to swallow his pride and let them cross the finish line before him.

Taffyta is VERY competitive and sometimes will get unreasonably aggressive to win and that's something KC admires in her because it reminds him so much of himself and the bond he used to have with the Twins, especially when competing. Another reason why Taffyta bullies Vanellope is because she knows King Candy dislikes her wish to compete and she feels like this is something that would please him regardless of his approval of it.

Again maybe kind of OOC-ish but I sincerely don't think Turbo outright hates Vanellope herself like. As a person; she has done nothing, but she does pose a threat to blowing his cover and he is not going to allow her. The one thing that bothers him a lot about her is her stubborness to race and always finding a way to weasel into the Random Roster Race. During the tunnel scene where he straight up becomes violent towards her, you can tell she's never seen him this angry to her before; this leads me to believe he never blew up on her before because, regardless of how much of a threat she posed for him; in his mind- he figured she likely would never really be in a situation where she would actually cross the finish line, and she's just a child, so why bother? Of course. That is until she sprints right past him on the race track and the rest is history. (And I have to clarify again I AM NOT justifying his actions; there is no 'justifying' any of it. This is an observation because of the reactions/expressions/etc. seen in the scene.)

Writing that previous hc reminded me of this and I just had to include it because I can SO see this happening 😭 it's hilarious and wholesome in a way.

I saw something about this on @king-crawler 's blog and I feel like I should bring this up bc it rubbed me the wrong way: I donno about you but to me, Turbo programming himself as King of Sugar Rush is not ego thing (not the main reason behind it at least!); it's to avoid suspicion in general within the game because ALL of the SR racers are children. It would be suspicious and really fuckin' weird to have a character programmed as an adult that isn't an NPC/side-character like Sour Bill or the donut cops to just be among them like nothing, regardless if he wipes their memories they (or other candy subjects) will question it. He's not stupid, in the game there's supposed to be a royal figure, no? So, it'd make perfect sense for that figure to be a supposedly 'wise' King that looks after all his subjects and makes sure rules aren't broken. So to me it's less of something done out of selfishness and more of just being able to go by unnoticed, he programmed himself as King to fit in with the whole 'monarchy' concept within SR. At the end of the movie when Vanellope says she doesn't want to be a princess, you get a little glimpse of how much the candy subjects depend and rely on a 'higher figure' to function.

As King Candy, he believes himself to be cute. (adding this side note just in case bc I shit you not this is genuinely something people have argued and mocked me over: don't come at me for this. I have my opinion, you have yours and I'm not going to change it for you; as a fan for a whole decade who has known in tge past other fans, there ARE people that find him cute as I do /gen /lh) He shamelessly indulges in that and he WILL use that as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants- sometimes playing with your emotions as well by tugging at your heart strings and overall painting himself to be a 'frail silly old man' in sn exaggerated manner so you'll give in to whatever he wants- and once you agree suddenly the 'frail' old monarch has an outburst of energy and joy, completely shedding off this fragile-pitiful facade.

Turbo has somehow rescued the Turbo Twins before his game was unplugged and I have evidence to prove this:

He has their codes tucked into his own (bad example I know but kind of like how an opossum mom keeps her joeys in her pouch); he keeps them in a dormant state this way by not allowing them to have separate code boxes of their own. The reasons behind this are simple: he doesn't want two characters that very obviously don't belong in the game to roam around freely, he has enough trouble with Vanellope as it is; and he knows that if he lets them awaken and respawn, they will criticize him for the path he chose to go down- and he doesn't want to deal with that because, for him, it would be pointless and it'd only bring frustration he doesn't need. He would rather keep them as ghosts of the past hidden in his pocket.

Speaking of Vanellope: Turbo is awfully envious of her driving skills, she's the first racer that has bested him on the track. Another selfish reason why he doesn't want her to race- goodness forbid a child beating you at what you're passionate about and arriving in second place.

When overly emotional- be it positive or negative feelings- King Candy would sometimes temporarily glitch back to his original form as Turbo because his code is old, filled to the brim with stuff, it's bound to have a few crack and tears here and there, like an old but still functioning car with a rusty engine; this issue has only accentuated after the glitching-exchange during the tunnel scene.

Speaking of which- because there were little to no censorships in 70's videogames, Turbo bleeds. It's pixelated blood because it cannot be processed through the programming of Sugar Rush since the game was not made to have any graphic themes in it. If one of the racers gets hurt- they quite literally just bleed coding.

Turbo often smokes.

Turbo sometimes gets sick of eating nothing but candy and will send out Sour Bill to get him something salty to eat from another game. He has his own little stack of junk food and other non-sweets within the castle.

He's not just the King of Candy, he's THE LORD OF THE DANCE! (watch at your own risk I warn you /hj)

CURSED JOKES ASIDE I unironically like to think he is a good dancer. Nobody beats him at tap-dancing and The Bus Stop. (He's from the 70's so it'd make sense he's familiar with a lot of funky/disco dance moves)

#my writing #ig !!#rabbit blogs #🍬#wreck it ralph #king candy #turbo #most of those links are from the same headcanon blog that has been a major part of my childhood too #whoever made that blog: thank you SO MUCH op for keeping it around you have no idea how much joy it brings me to visit every now and again

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I kind of wish they did more with Ozzie as a character being right now I feel he's nothing more but 'Fizz's perfect boyfriend' and that's it which is a shame because it feels like that's a waste being you know, he's one of the Deadly Sins.

Look, I love the fact Ozzie is a softie and has good traits such as being pro consent and all that's great it gives him a bit of depth outside of just the sin he embodies and makes him more of a person I like that, but I hate how Viv has written him season two onward.

He isn't perfect obviously, we see some overprotectiveness from him in regard to Fizz and there's a huge risk of both being too codependent with each other but also him being completely portrayed as 'good'? Like, he's a Sin? Like it or not, he likely embodies some of the worst traits of lust. Granted he does have a moral standing and that's fine I wouldn't trade that for anything but there's a lack of nuance or anything interesting you can do with his character it's like...what's the point of having him be a Sin to begin with?

Same thing with Bee and Mammon. They just feel like they were/are wasted and could have had potential to be interesting and nuanced characters in their own right. Also, a lot of traits of Lust, Greed and Gluttony overlap with each other. I'm not saying all three of them should be besties or anything, but you'd think they'd find common ground (me and my friend dub them The Trio. I mean helluva!Bee and Ozzie are canon besties). Oz could still not be a fan of how Fizz is treated by Mammon and will set his foot down when needed but idk I'd think it'd be fun if the two had a more complicated relationship than just down right hating each other.

I thought what he was going to be was somebody who changed his ways, had a lot of villainous ways he used against all, but fizz. That his past issues with rage are something he worked on. Making him a perfect man who even gives Fizz his limbs is a bit much. I like his softie traits too but..only if it’s something new for him yknow? As for the sins, there seems to be this overarching theme that rich people are kinder and more altruistic than poor people, who are cruel, selfish, bigoted, inherently bad, which is why they’re poor and lower class. It’s gross. Mammon is probably the poorest sin, which is why he’s money hungry. I also like the idea of Bee being a callous addict who has some kindness but it’s swamped by her need to feed off of energy. Ozzie and Bee need to be kind and approachable to get people to feel lustful and to indulge. Mammon doesn’t.

To be honest I don’t think his protectiveness and clinginess is even portrayed as bad. Him and Stolas are perfect while fizz and blitzo are flawed, with their biggest flaws being that they don’t do what stolas and Asmodeus want of them. After Oops and Mammons Fizz will probably never question, disobey, talk over, or argue with Oz ever again, he’ll make all the decisions. Because he’s never wrong. And that’s just weird. Let Ozzie be wrong about something.

Viv constantly writes it so that Ozzie is 100% in the right and Fizz just needs to I guess, stop fighting back, and submit himself completely to him and everything he recommends. It’s really not a partnership. I’m really not vibing with him leaving his entire job for Ozzie. Not for himself. He endured abuse and worked for Asmodeus it seems like the stuff about the fans and trying to prove himself, wasn’t even true. Giving up your career to get married is something women are pressured to do not usually men, and Viv sees Fizz as “the woman” in the gay relationship so it makes sense she promotes that, and even though honestly, he’s not that effeminate. Fizz as a housewife will go crazy, he can’t do housework even, they have maids for that, he doesn’t want to perform anymore and Ozzie doesn’t want him sexualising himself, they can’t bring children into that sex filled palace either, it’s completely inappropriate. It’s gonna be like Stella all over again.

So what’s left for him? I honestly have no idea. If he went back to the nightclub, none of the development of S2E7 would mean a thing. I thought it would be interesting to see him search for his family from his past but the fandom apparently doesn’t want him connecting to the other circus imps under any circumstances. One of my anons finds the idea extremely offensive because how dare he need or want anyone but Ozzie. He now feels so shelved.

Ozzie emasculates him. Sure, he likes pink, which masc men sometimes do, and he occasionally dresses in drag. In truth, he’s versatile and androgynous, not an effeminate, baby(yikes) Lust Queen? He may as well have “Ozzies” branded on his head if this keeps up.

The writers probably don’t know or even recognise it as codependency and they just think it’s cute. The moment where Fizz says “it’s great not being in the spotlight for once” and this and his bicker with Asmodeus was implying that he wants some time independent from him. But then when he’s humbled he clings even harder to Asmodeus and never ever wants to leave his side for even a second, and never go outside again. Also, in the next episode it’s Ozzie who suggests he needs a break from the spotlight. Making it Ozzies idea instead of his own. I hate that. Disabled people should decide their own limits not their caretakers.

Now, this power dynamic and age gap is too weird for me to fully believe it’s entirely wholesome and pure. It kinda isn’t. It’s too controlling and self absorbed. The inserted in-canon fandom is also plain weird and cringey.

#Asmodeus #helluva boss critical

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if u still believe in genderfluid/trans angel please tell me everythingg!! tell me EVERYTHING!!

Oh, I definitely still believe in the trans!Angel theory. Actually, I just watched the ep Billy today, which I think is really the episode that has the most evidance for trans!Angel.

Magic that only works on men and Angel is somehow immune to it? Hmmmm....maybe. Maybe Angel...isn't a man? At least not completely, or not at the time that Billy tried to use the magic on Angel? The in universe explanation is that Angel somehow...doesn't have the rage inside him that others do, even when he's soulless and evil seems flimsy to me. It's all very vague, even Angel admits it's only a theory, and honestly, he seemed pretty full of rage in S2 of BtVS when he was evil, and honestly in parts of S2 of AtS as well.

And! Just a few episodes earlier, Angel rejected gendered language, asking someone to call him "Angel" and not "Mr. Angel".

And speaking of the name Angel...Angel isn't the name he was born with. He was called Liam when he was human, but changed his name to Angelus and then to Angel. And Angel is a much, much more gender neutral name than Liam. You'll hear Spike occasionally called William, but Angel is only referred to as Liam in a few flashbacks, and maybe once by Spike? It's pretty clear to me that Angel doesn't care to be called Liam.

Not to mention, there are many, many times that the show/characters allude to Angel being gay/queer/in some way effeminate. Which says something about his orientation (I think that the bisexual!Angel subtext is rapidly becoming text), as well as possibly about his gender identity.

I don't think Angel really knows he's trans, but he knows that there's something going on. His name didn't feel right. Gendered titles like Mr didn't feel right.

My personal headcanon is that Angel is genderfluid, but I may be projecting a bit because I'm genderfluid.

#angel btvs #trans #genderfluid #asks

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fat-slobby-jojo-girls · 7 months

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@league-of-effeminate-gentlemen

It was a timeline very similar to the main one of this blog but with one change. Along side Ms.Rose Trish was also flanked by Doppio, her well meaning if a bit too forgiving of a father. Despite being in his later 40s he kept his youthful look and charm but gained quite the weight in his years. Especially as his daughter grew into a gluttony goddess.

Currently he was currently rubbing Trish on the back and cleaning her face with tissues as she was coming down from a tantrum. “I keep saying it bambina. It’s just one comment throwing a fit over it won’t solve it.” He said as on the ground was a phone that once had a message from Gwess that called Trishs music trashy. Which Trish threw during her tantrum.

Trish's face was a deep shade of red and her eyes puffy and wet from her tears. All it took to set the music sensation off was a single text from a competitor, it wasn't even that harsh of a message just a simple misspelled "ur trash lmao" followed by some cute emoji's. Trish however was absolutely livid and in her rage had tossed her (one of many) expensive phone across the room before spiraling into a rather humiliating tantrum.

"HOW DARE SHE! She called MY music trashy? She's barely a musician! She just goes on stage and sings about being rejected and shakes her ass! Anyone can do that!" Trish whined a scowl spreading across her face as she reached across her cluttered desk and shoved one of her favorite pastries into her mouth. If she couldn't control her emotions the normal way she'd eat them into submission. "I knew I shouldn't of collabed with her... now she thinks she can walk all over me! I bet she's laughing it up waiting for me to respond!" Trish yelled her voice echoing down the long halls of her office making it clear to any staff that it wouldn't be the best time to interrupt less they wanted to face the bratty heiress' wrath.

#muse: trish #anon ask

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azuremist · 1 year

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do you think red son or macaque count as being queercoded? it seems like something youd know about :]

YES, actually, the history of queer media and queer-coding in media is a HUGE interest of mine! So I’m happy to answer this question! (In much more detail than was likely intended.)

“Coding” is defined as when a character is subtextually given physical, action, or personality traits that draw a parallel to a real-life minority. Popular examples include fictional races being black- or Indigenous-coded, “weird kid” characters being given autistic traits, and, of course, queer coding.

The history of queer coding goes all the way back to the Hayes code. Basically, explicit queerness was NOT allowed on film, and the heroes had to always be in the moral right. So, in order to portray queerness, it had to be both subtextual, and it had to be done with the villains. This is the origin of the “queer-coded villain” trope, which still prevails in media today! Given that both characters you asked me about are villains (or at least antiheroes), I think it only right to cover the tropes regarding the queercoded villain.

Examples of queercoded villains in popular media include the likes of

Ursula from The Little Mermaid

Team Rocket from Pokemon

Shego from Kim Possible

Scar from The Lion King

Him from The Powerpuff Girls

Ways which villains (specifically, male villains) are queercoded include effeminate mannerisms, being well-dressed, flamboyant hand gestures, a sense of “pettiness” or even “bitchiness” to them, and little to no interest in women. These are alongside typical traits used to queer-code male characters, such as living with a male roommate and an interest in fashion or musicals.

SO! Let us apply ALL of that to the characters aforementioned.

Red Son:

Red Son absolutely falls into a few aspects of queer-coding. He has longer hair, and is drawn in skirts in official crew art, and has a very affluent way of speaking. His rage at the implication that Mei is his girlfriend may also fit neatly into this category.

That being said, I do not think that Red Son could confidently be defined as “queer-coded”. I feel as if the traits that could attribute to the idea aren’t a big enough part of his character. I feel like, if he wore a skirt in the show instead of in crew art, we could revisit this, though.

Macaque:

Now, Macaque is where we really hit the nail on the head. Here, we have tons of aspects of a classic queercoded villain. From his flamboyant, almost teasing style of evil, to his interest in theater (remember what I said earlier about musicals?), to his relationship to Wukong (which people on the crew are aware of and support the notion of their relationship being romantic; even to the point of one of them agreeing to the notion that they are bitter exes online), to his plain bitchy demeanor when not on the battlefield, I think that Macaque is a classic, true-blue example of a queercoded villain.

But, to be honest, I would be amiss if I didn’t bring up another character.

Tang:

I mean, you saw this coming, right?

I think that Tang is the best example of a queercoded character in LEGO Monkie Kid; even though I do consider Macaque to be queercoded. His complete disinterest in women attempting to court him has been used three times as setups for jokes. His relationship to Pigsy is exceptionally close, is pushed as important by the crew and the official Twitter for the LEGO toys alike, and.

HE SAT IN THIS MAN’S LAP. Do I- do I even need to explain-?!

Not only that, but Tang also falls into a few different classic queercoding traits! He’s well-dressed, is far more emotional in later seasons than would be expected for an adult male character, and, in earlier seasons, has a sense of cattiness about him at times. I mean, it’s all pretty blatant, textbook stuff!

I definitely think that, at LEAST with Tang, the queercoding is on purpose. In the words of the former showrunner of LEGO Monkie Kid, Villads Spansberg, “There are many great people working on this show, and they all bring some of themselves to the characters. So even if it’s not written down, there’s a lot of layers being added, and I'm sure a lot of that is intentionally done to make our cast relatable to minorities around the world who feel there’s been a lack of representation in TV animation.”

Given that many members of the LEGO Monkie Kid crew are queer themselves? I think it’s safe to say that they know exactly what they’re doing.

#lego monkie kid #queer coding #monkie kid #six eared macaque #red son #tang #lmk tang #tang lmk #lmk #asks #azure does a thing

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babywll · 2 years

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I want too — Toto wolff × fem!reader

summary: you and Toto work together, and maybe, after a long time,he'll kiss you after all.

tws: sexual tension (?)

dilfs are my focus at the moment.

Seven o'clock and you had already arrived in the Austrian paddock, with a coffee in your hand, and sunglasses stuck in your hair. It was going to be a sunny day, and you were already prepared. You're wearing the standard mercedes uniform, your favorite. And in theory it's supposed to be a perfect day.

Many employees had already arrived and were roaming around the place, you took the last sip of your coffee, but decided that only that one was not going to be enough for the day.

You looked at your wristwatch, there was time to buy another one before starting your work. And that's what you did, went to the cafe made for Mercedes.

"Good morning" you said to Anne, the attendant of the day.

"Hey, same as usual?" she asked.

"Please" you looked around, there was almost no one there to your surprise.

You check your cell phone to see if you have received any messages, and a specific notification caught your attention. Toto's assistant had sent you an email, requesting your presence in his office. You swallowed hard and tried to remember something wrong you did. But everything you did was too right.

"Here it is" Anne handed over the coffee, and in a moment of distraction you ended up spilling the coffee on yourself.

"Oh my god, are you okay? Did you get burned?"

"Oh damn" you swore under your breath, wishing you'd brought a another t-shirt with you "It's okay Anne, it was my fault" you gave a reassuring smile and reached for a piece of paper to try to dry the coffee stain that had left your white uniform blouse practically transparent.

You dried it off a little, but you could still see your bra under your shirt, which made you feel ashamed at the thought of anyone noticing that. Giving up on trying to save your favorite shirt you paid Anne and walked out of the cafe, covering the transparent part with your arms.

Praying that no one looks.

"Hey you" Lewis' voice snapped you out of your way. It could only be a joke.

"Lewis, hey. I'm actually a little late for a meeting, can we talk later?"

"Of course. Good luck" he turned to leave but before he looked down at his shirt and frowned. "Has it been a good day?" He smiled.

"My favorite shirt" you complained , trying not to be upset about it.

"There must be some left" he winked and left.

That might even be a good idea, it would be better than having a wet shirt. You thought.

In the same second his cell vibrated, a missed call from Toto's assistant. You were screwed, maybe you'd be a little lucky if he's having a good day.

"Hey, I'm going, I had a little problem"

"I think you better come soon, it's not a good day" the effeminate voice spoke on the other end of the call. You groaned and hung up, quickening your pace.

You tried, really tried to hide the wet part. But it took all your goddam shirt, and it was killing you. And now maybe he was going to get a scolding about being late. That day wasn't so perfect anymore.

You entered the building and went to the elevator. Before entering, his assistant took a good look at you, as everyone else you encountered along the way had.

"I know" you said irritably, walking to the elevator. When you arrived on the floor of Wolff's office, you immediately entered the room.

"A little late don't you think?" Toto said almost immediately.

You forced yourself to turn around and look at him, who happened to be standing, and could see a part of your bra before you had time to cover it up.

"I'm sorry, an accident happened"

His eyebrows were raised, he looked surprised by what he saw, and your face burned at the thought of it.

"Did you walk all the way here like this?" something in the way he spoke seemed different.

What could that have been? Rage? Or even.. jealousy?

"I didn't bring anything to cover, I suppose it will dry soon" you crossed your arms over your chest , trying to hide, and trying to hide how embarrassing it was being for you.

It was a fact that you had a crush on Toto, the way he treats you, so kind every time. You can't help but smile every time you see him in the paddock, or feel excited when you see him. As much as you tried to hide those silly feelings, you couldn't do it now.

And he seems to be there, every time you think you're going to have a few minutes of peace for your head. He's there, making you smile somehow. Then a red alert that he's your boss pops up every time you fail to hide. Not to mention the noticeable age difference. Nothing illegal as you are over 25 years old.

"Ok, take this" he hands over one of his black sweatshirt that says 'Petronas' on the back.

"Oh, right. Thanks Mr. Wolff" you adjusted the sweatshirt to pull it over your head.

"You don't have to call me that, we've already talked about it"

You quickly put on the sweatshirt and realized how stupidly big it looked on you. It wasn't a big freak, it was a big normal, almost like it was on purpose. Almost like you got it from a boyfriend or something.

"Here, may I?" he came close, and you nodded, which allowed him to adjust his sweatshirt in places you couldn't see.

You lifted your head, meeting his face so close. His eyes were focused elsewhere, and you thought he wouldn't notice you were looking at him. But he noticed, and when your gazes met, you felt something unnatural in your belly.

It wasn't the first time you two were this close to each other. Tensions like this had happened so many times that you lost count. And every time you thought he was going to kiss you, but never once did. And you felt stupid afterwards every time.

Your lips suddenly felt dry, and you moistened them, quickly drawing Toto's gaze to them. You thought it was all in your head.

Would he or wouldn't he kiss you?

You couldn't take it a second longer. You even started to feel his big hands still on your waist. You really wanted to kiss the Australian, but the red alert kept flashing in your head. And in a moment of weakness you pulled back, and cleared your throat.

"Why did you call me here?" you asked, even if it meant more than that to you.

What you really wanted to say was: "Why do you always approach me like that, always secretly flirt and in the end never kiss me?"

He lowered his head, and you even thought you noticed a look of disappointment, or shame. But that was impossible, Toto is not like that.

"Um, I'm sorry. It's just a few points about the next race. I thought I'd like to take care of it." he went back behind his desk, and pretended to be busy looking for papers.

Maybe he was going to kiss you after all.

"Sure, no problem" you finally said, grabbing your sweatshirt.

"You know what, I'll ask my assistant to send you"

"Great. Is that all?" your heart ached, your belly ached.

"I believe so." He placed his hands on the table and looked at you.

Two years, two years working for Mercedes, two years forcing yourself to focus on your work, and that's all.

You just couldn't understand why you felt so shaken by it.

"Thanks for the sweatshirt" you said and walked out of the room without waiting for an answer. Can't take another second.

The elevator seemed to be at a standstill, no matter how many times you clicked the button several times at the last second.

"Why is it taking so long?"

"Wait" the male voice made you turn around. Finding Wolff with his hands in his pants pocket. "I know, how unprofessional this sounds, but damn" he took a breath and approached.

"I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop trying to look for you everywhere. Because I want to be close to you all the time" it came out as a confession, so relieved did he look afterward.

"Toto.."

You were floored.

You couldn't think straight, couldn't be understanding straight.

He cupped your face, and you could see his eyes glistening. You felt it, felt it and it couldn't be a lie.

"Damn I knew I wasn't misunderstanding" you smiled, and he laughed "You really stole my calm the last two years. All the damn times I thought you as going to kiss me, and you never did"

"I'm so sorry" he smiled, and your heart warmed somewhat. Their faces drew closer, and he finally did, he finally kissed you, as if it cost his life.

You felt all that sexual tension build up in one kiss.

And you loved the feeling of being in Toto Wolff's thoughts.

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sorry for any mistake

#toto wolff #f1 imagine #toto wolff x reader #f1 x reader #toto wolff x you #f1 fic #mercedes

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mandrakebrew · 5 months

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A Near Death Experience

Words: 1,195 Rating: General Content Warning: oc x canon, slight medical and gore mention

Skull Face didn't feel concern often. Times he made mistakes, gotten caught by the enemy, he felt concern for his own safety. Concern for someone else though? He hadn't known it since was a small child.

It wasn't too soon after they got here that Dr Palmer had gotten shot. He saw it happen. He felt nothing at the time, about the same as he would for any of his men being shot. Then they were air lifted back to the states for treatment. That's when dread began to sink in. He put all his mind and effort into his mission. Trying his best to focus and get the job done. If he didn't focus on it, his mind would spiral until outright panic gripped him.

When it came time for him and his men to rest there wasn't much he could do. No matter what he tried to focus his mind on, his thoughts drifted back to the large oozing wound next to the doctor's neck. They drifted to the question, 'what if they die?'

He fought the impulse to call in to ask about their condition. Major Zero had told him they'd let him know when they were out of the ICU. Still, it was impossible to get his mind to quiet down so he could sleep.

He got an update two days before he returned home. They were out of the ICU, and would be sent home to rest the next day. Skull Face expected that to relieve his worries. Which it did, though only partially. He need to see them with his own eyes.

Palmer sat on their gray couch, watching What's My Line on their TV. They were waiting for the painkiller they took to kick in. The bullet had shattered their collarbone, and they lost a tremendous amount of blood. Finally back home after days in the hospital, only the soreness from surgery bothered them.

Their commander should be back from the mission now, so they expected the door to open at some point that day. When they finally did hear the sound of keys unlocking their door, they got up and turned off the television before going to greet him.

It was a huge wave of relief to finally see the doctor with his own eyes. They stood in front of him in a loose t shirt and shorts, their hair that was normally tied back was on their shoulders. Their shoulder patched up, they were alive and safe.

Now that his anxieties were sated, all that was left was his rage. “Just what was that?”

Palmer's smile had quickly dropped, he expected a joke as a reply but apparently the doctor knew better for once.

”I was doing my job.“

”You should have let one of my men handle it.“

”I am one of your men,” They pointed out, “I wasn't leaving him there, I just stopped him from bleeding out.“

”I meant someone who could actually move him. Not some effeminate doctor.“ Some small part of his brain knew he was being unfair. It knew that the pain and damage the bullet left would teach them better than he ever could. But he couldn't stop himself.

Palmer did see his point, they weren't strong enough to move the soldier quickly. That put both their lives at risk. However, they were now in no mood to give him that. “How sweet of you, coming here to lecture and insult me while I'm in pain,“ They spoke while making their way back to the couch to sit back down.

”Like you do to me?“ He followed behind, the fact they turned their back on him only added fuel to his fury.

”I'm a doctor,“ They remind him, sounding exasperated. ”Also it happens to you a hell of a lot more than it does to me.“

”And when it happens to you you nearly get yourself killed.“

”I'm aware of that-” Their voice broke on the final word. Palmer turned their gaze to the coffee table in front of them. They take a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

He froze. The commander's anger left him, his thoughts screeching to a halt. He only came here to confirm they were alright, and he had gone and upset them. He wasn't good at comforting others, he actually considered just leaving and giving them space. His feet refused to move, however.

“Sorry,” The doctor speaks after a few seconds, “I really thought I was about to-” They stop with a sharp inhale of breath. They placed their hands over their face. It was taking everything not to fall apart.

The XO finally decided to move to the couch and sit with them. He put his hand on their opposite shoulder, the one that wasn't damaged.

“Fuck,” They said quietly before they began to sob. Palmer hadn't cried since the injury. “I thought I was going to die,” They managed to get out between sobs.

“A feeling I'm familiar with.”

“Yeah, that's true,” They wipe their eyes, ”How the fuck do you deal with it?”

“I would hope you're aware of how I deal with it by now. Oh, and by the way,” The XO's words took a lighthearted tone suddenly.

Palmer turned and looked at him, eyes red and puffy.

“The man who shot you didn't get away.“ He only wished he had had the time to give him a much slower demise.

Palmer let out a small laugh, ”Thanks. Sorry about this, I didn't mean to cry. You have enough to worry about already.“

”What's that supposed to mean?“ His tone turned serious again.

“I just mean it's not your problem. It's just shit I gotta process,” They were no longer looking at him. It was true, they didn't want to add to his list of stressors. There wasn't much he could do to help, at least in their mind. They just had to let the feelings pass. Though, there was a secondary reason they wanted to keep this from him.

Not much mattered to the doctor more than their commander's opinion of them. They hated the idea of seeming weak to him.

Skull Face frowned. Were they serious? All the times they pestered him whenever he dared be in a less than perfect mood, and now he was meant to just ignore this?

He opened his mouth to argue, but was stopped, frustratingly, by a yawn suddenly overtaking him.

“You alright?” Palmer asked, looking at him again.

“I'm fine.“

”When was the last time you slept?“ Regardless of his answer, they were sure he needed to get some sleep soon. The pain meds were finally doing their job, so a nap sounded tantalizing to them as well.

He thought for a moment, ”Friday.“ It was now Monday.

“Ah,” That would explain his more vitriolic than usual mood, “Come on then."

The XO didn't fight them as they got up, and took his hand to lead him to their bedroom.

In bed, stripped of clothes, Skull Face welcomed sleep. It was also a comfort to have his doctor within arms reach again. At least for a little while.

#mine #my writing #ship: phantom lovers

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