#eva harms writes

[velvetbunniie-archive]

the reason evangeline survived jacks’s kiss is because she’s a lesbian w an insane comphet crush atm, thus making her immune bc she’ll “never truly love him” (‘cause she’s, you know, 0% attracted to men), and in a month, she’s going to come out of the closet and they’re going to have an immensely awkward breakup. aaaaand send post.

#when i said i know what you are I DIDNT THINK STEPH WOULD WRITE A PLOT HOLE SO BIG THAT THE ONLY EXPLANATION FOR IT IS EVA BEING A LESBIAN #like that wasn’t the power of love that saved the day… the only acceptable explanation is aurora/evangeline purple/pink lesbians. i’m…. #aurora would ACTUALLY be a good match for eva because she’s a) actually eva’s age and b) guys why are we acting like she’s irredeemably evi #jacks has done worse TO EVANGELINE in the books and he’s STILL a worse person #than aurora who never directly harmed eva 😭 literally all her villainy was actively traded for #she’s not a monster she’s jst a 17 y/o girl who doesn’t know how to talk to her crush #she’s the type of girl that sends eva a letter telling her to get out of her school because she doesn’t know how to deal w loving her 💀💀💀 #memorie.txt #.bookthoughts #author: stephanie garber #book: a curse for true love #GOD it sucked ass. completely ineffective as a ‘stunning conclusion’ and even as a book in general #OH ALSO insane that steph hates women so much… she hates them so badly she accidentally came around to writing them as lesbians #everyone in that fandom is also fucking TERRIFIED of gay ppl. god bless ur pink haired girl is sapphicsapphicgaygaygaylesbian 😘

[concerto-roblox]

i spend a bit of time on twitter for fandom stuff bc there are some really talented artists and writers but oh my god i have to limit my time on that app so much compared to tumblr bc one tiny thing will happen and suddenly there'll be the most despair-inducing discourse ever and i genuinely want to die

#honestly twitter definitely wants people to get angry bc angry people tweet more #this is mostly abt sttwt but ig it applies to other fandoms too #like one person will say one thing and suddenly everyone sees it on their timeline and everyone and their mother is talking about it #when it really isn't that deep #and also some people are just so rude?? like the ship wars are awful and people just make stuff up and say the most horrible shit #and it's so easy to find hate accounts like i'm not opposed to being a hater of things occasionally #but today i found an account called smth like 'why people hate st*ddies' (not censored) #and it was literally just someone screenshotting all the petty drama from one niche subset of the fandom #like i just don't understand how people can have fun on twitter if they use it like intended?? #i have to turn on notifs for people i like and use the notifs as a dashboard bc the timeline will randomly show you the most rancid shit #plus i feel like twitter is actively trying to make it hard to see anything older than a day #i hate the way it's all about new new new and content content content oh my god shut up shut up shut up- #obv tumblr can have awful people too but i feel like it's so much easier to avoid stuff like that if you curate ur own experience #like on tumblr i can just block someone bc i don't wanna see their posts but on twitter blocking someone is a personal attack #and someone will write a thread about how you're a toxic bitch making the fandom worse and you hated them bc they drew b*lly h*rgrove once #and that means you're against discussing harmful topics in media and are pro censorship or smth idk #girl maybe i just don't like him and don't wanna see fanart of him ugh #i feel like maybe i'm really sensitive bc seeing people argue abt things really upsets me?? but idk i thought that was universal #but apparently people love being mad?? #anyways uh. steve/eddie nation 4 eva yass #how to be cringe 101 #i feel like i need a tag for my beef with twitter uuh #twitter hate #there

[atlantablack]

hiii<3 for the siken ask game, 12. you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you.

Prompt 12 - you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you. (which is from I Had a Dream About You, if anyone was wondering)

Heyyy bestieee, pls enjoy this, quite frankly, strangely soft fic my brain gave me for you <3 for the song lyric additions, this is also on Ao3

•

The first year is the worst. Steve had expected that though, so it’s okay. Of course, the first year would be the worst. How could it not be when Bucky had spent so long in Hydra’s grasp, unable to even remember that he’d once had his own life.

Unable to remember Steve. 

This is of course the part that stings the most, even if, in the grand scheme of things, it is the least important part. 

•

The second year Bucky disappears, again, and Steve punches a hole in the wall of Tony’s gym. He doesn’t follow, as much as he wishes to. He knows Bucky, even if Bucky doesn’t know him. Which means, that he knows Bucky needs the space even if kills Steve to give it to him. 

So, instead of following, he fixes the hole in the wall, goes on missions with Natasha, lets Tony teach him how to, properly, navigate the internet, and goes running with Sam. He breathes in, breathes through, receives a postcard from India seven months later, breathes deep, and breathes out. 

•

The third year, Bucky comes back, and for the first time since 1945, Steve and Bucky hug. It goes on for far longer than they ever used to allow themselves to indulge. But Steve’s hands have forgotten how to unclench and Bucky is shaking apart underneath his fingertips. 

The sky could collapse and he thinks he would stay standing right here, content to die if it meant forever in Bucky’s arms. 

They let go eventually. Of course. But Bucky stays close and Steve does his best to stay steady. 

•

The third year is hard. Easier than the first, but a challenge in and of itself. 

For all that he’d thought to himself, I know him, he does in fact, know very little about this new version of Bucky. And as it turns out, Bucky knows very little of Steve, even with a large portion of his memories once again intact. 

They’d both lived and died and lived again, their personalities shifting, mercurial things that no longer match up quite the same. 

It doesn’t stop them from clinging to each other but it forces them to, in a way, start again. It feels a little like a curse and a lot like a second chance. A fresh sheet of paper, free of charcoal smudges and dirty fingerprints, just waiting for a masterpiece to be painted in bright, vivid watercolors. 

•

The fourth year is the easiest so far, both of them settled into their skin and more confident of where they stand, both, with each other, and in this new time. 

Steve had woken up in 2012 and had thought, I will never belong to this era, I will never learn to enjoy this. He’d also thought that he was alone, and maybe the absence of that loneliness is what makes all the difference. Or maybe it is simply that he’s finally accepted that he’s here to stay. 

What is the point of being miserable when he can build a home and finally live? What is the point of courting tragedy when some higher power allowed Bucky to find his way back to Steve? 

He thinks life is offering him a gift. He would be a fool to not grab it with both hands. 

•

The fifth year they leave Stark Tower and return to their roots. A three bedroom brownstone in the heart of Brooklyn, the cobblestone signing beneath their feet, welcome home, welcome home. 

Bucky kisses him in the archway and he smiles into it, throws his keys at Natasha when she snickers, and throws rice over them, making a mess all over their brand new floor. He can’t stop smiling, and thinks maybe one day, she’ll have a chance to throw the rice for real. Somewhere green, somewhere warm, both of them endlessly tired of the cold. 

They turn their home into an oasis of warmth. A burgundy couch and sunset pillows. A rug shaded like the sunrise and kitchen walls like sunshine. The plants take up every window and Bucky spends hours tending to them, talking in a low voice to them as if they can drag the darkness from him. Maybe they can, he always seems lighter afterward, flushed bright with life. 

There’s fresh fruit on the counter and warm bread in the oven. Coffee in the cupboard despite how little it does for either of them. 

Bucky takes to making sangria, despite alcohol doing nothing at all for him. Says, I like the taste, I like the colors, what other reason do I need? 

Steve bites into an orange, the taste bursting across his tongue, and watches a drop of sangria roll bright red down the column of Bucky’s throat. He throws a second orange across the table, laughs when Bucky catches it too hard and ends up with orange juice sticky in his hair. 

“I’ll help you wash it out,” he says, like that hadn’t been his plan from the start. 

Bucky grumbles about it, but he still leans in when Steve leans across the table to kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and the ocean and a thousand nights of longing. Which is to say, he tastes like the only religion that Steve has never lost faith in. 

fin.

#stucky #tag meme #eva tag #atlanta writes #i don't go here #except i guess when it comes to emotionally harming friends I do go here

[glitchinginhyperfixis]

my most recent most was made to confuse the steve and eddie shippers just so you know. bathtub and gazebos 4 eva

#it won’t cause any harm and i wanted to troll someone #i had a stroke writing the 4 eva #tbh i don’t even really ship stan and eddie #like i ship stan with richie and eddie but i don’t ship just them

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I've seen a lot of folks talk about how in-universe things would be different in a modern AU, but I'm curious if you have any thoughts about how Animorphs and its world building would be if it were being written now in a (post?-) war on terror world rather than a post-Vietnam War world.

So this'd be speculation, but. But a lot has changed since 1996. We'd probably get YA Animorphs if published today (sigh), and we'd definitely get 6 or 12 oversized tomes rather than 54 slim paperbacks. On the plus side, we'd get canon queer rep, especially Tobias and Marco, and we'd get updated animal facts.

And then there's the War on Terror. Controversial opinion: I think it wouldn't change that much about Animorphs, because it's obvious in hindsight that Applegate saw the foreverwar coming.

Like, look at Marco's speech in MM2 about how the U.S. is "always on the lookout for new enemies... Enemies 'R Us, EnemyMart, J.C. Enemy. Don't worry, we'll find one." Or his point in #46 about how "global warfare is a thing of the past. That’s what people think, anyway" and the inherent danger in war becoming this glorious abstraction to too many Americans. Look at Visser's point about how humans "tear down a living man but revere a dead one" and use tragic deaths to forward the political agenda, whatever that might be. Look at Jake's job in #54, developed because "terrorism had grown... religious extremists... antigovernment paranoids... latter-day racists."

And then look at the andalites. "Police force of the galaxy" (#8), "Meddlers of the galaxy" (HBC), who often do more harm than good to the planets they try to save. They try to use their tech and military advantages responsibly... but not so responsibly that they're willing to give up even an iota of power to save lives. We first meet the andalites as the absolute good guys, and then over the course of the series that foundation crumbles (#8), and crumbles (#18), and crumbles (#19), and crumbles (#38), until Jake and Eva are "making deals with taxxons and yeerks to gain a victory fast enough to keep the andalites from deciding... to blast the entire planet out of existence and take out the bulk of the yeerk race along with the human race" (#53). Sound like any countries you know?

Anyway, Animorphs shows the Afghanistan War wasn't caused by the Sept. 11 murders any more than World War I was caused by Franz Ferdinand's murder. Applegate was writing in a U.S. itching for any moral-looking excuse to go to war, and clearly she knew it.

#animorphs #k.a. applegate #u.s. politics #war on terror #u.s. imperialism #violence #war #terrorism

[l8rs-gat0rs]

You're legit the only Eva writer, so I have a cute, fluffy request of the girls helping Eva ask reader out because she's scared of being rejected. I love your work btw, i literally stalk you to make sure i didn't miss anything

The Golden Window

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Warning(s): none, just Eva overthinking and gallons of fluff, quite a bit of y/n use at first. Sorry if the POV situation is weird, I couldn't get a solid gage of what the POV would be, this is the closest fit.

Summary: Eva turns to the girls for some help telling you that she likes you, but it doesn't go as planned...

Word count: 1.1k

WHAT THE HELLLL. I AM SO HONORED. I have an account stalker :') Ugh no but fr, you're so sweet and thank you so much, I'm always over the moon when people tell me that they like my writing, because it's something I'm genuinely passionate about and love to share. So I hope you like this one too :)It's a bit shorter than my usual fics. (I am so sorry for making you wait literal months for this oh gosh)

PSA: I am giving my editor a break so this is lowkey not edited as great as usual. I apologize if there are any mistakes😭

~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~

Eva sat at the kitchen table, nervously twiddling her fingers distractedly, staring at nothing.

"Eva...Eva!?"

Suddenly her attention snapped to the person in front of her, whose hands were waving in her face.

"Oh shit, sorry Cricket, what's up?" Eva said apologetically.

"What's on your mind? We're usually the ones who are all in our heads" Cricket chuckled.

Eva cringed at the thoughts currently going through her head.

They were all about you, of course.

come onnnn, spit it outttt Cricket urged.

"well... I like..." Eva sighed, she was usually the one helping the other girls with their emotions, but ironically she was struggling with her own emotions.

Cricket put her arm on Eva's shoulder

"Hey, it's alright" She said softly

"I like y/n." Eva said suddenly.

Eva stared into cricket's eyes for a moment as Cricket said nothing.

"Well, we all like y/n..." Cricket said.

"Cricket!" Eva slapped cricket's arm causing the other woman to laugh.

"I'm just fucking with you! okay okay so, what's the problem with that?" Cricket asked curiously.

"I-" Eva cut herself off, frustratedly running her hands through her hair.

"I'm scared to ask her out" she slapped her hands onto the table.

Cricket looked at her and held her chin in her hand as her elbow rested on the table.

"I think this is a job for the group" Cricket smiled.

...

"okay girls, I have gathered you all here today because-"

"Where is y/n?" Salem spoke up.

"I was just getting to that, if you would let me continue Salem" Cricket said with strained politeness.

"oh okay, sorry" Salem said sheepishly.

"As I was saying, I sent y/n out for some groceries because we need to help Eva with something. Cricket continued

all the girl's turned to stare at Eva, who blushed embarassingly.

"we are gonna help Eva here confess her feelings to y/n"

the girls gasped and Eva even heard one "I knew it!"

"okay okay, settle down!, settle down!" Cricket yelled over the women's voices, causing them to quiet down.

"Eva, you have the floor" Cricket continued when it was quiet once again.

Eva cleared her throat and addressed the girls.

"Alright guys so, as Cricket says, I have a crush on y/n... and it's eating me up inside that I don't know how to tell her because I'm scared she doesn't feel the same way."

a few "awwww"s were heard from the girls before Salem spoke up once again.

"I think you should do something big, like maybe buy her chocolates and flowers and leave a letter for her that tells her to go to the garden and then you tell her there" Salem said with a dreamy smile.

"um, no you idiot, y/n will hate that" Isis scowled at her.

"hey, Isis! Eva chided causing Isis to look back at her.

"that wasn't nice, Salem's idea was good" Eva scolded Isis

"apologize to her."

"fine. I'm sorry Salem" Isis rolled her eyes.

"I accept your apology, and forgive you for the harm you have caused" Salem responded tightly.

"Good, but that being said, Salem, even though your idea was good, I also don't think y/n would like that" Eva said gently.

"what if you did it during one of your sessions?" Audrey spoke up.

"No, I can't do that, the session are for you guys and your feelings, I'm not going to make it about my feelings." Eva shook her head.

"I think you should just flat out say it to her some time. Pull her to somewhere private and just speak your feelings to her. That's what you always teach us" Cricket spoke up from Eva's side, uncrossing her arms and placing a hand on Eva's shoulder.

Eva looked at her and smiled a little.

"yeah you're right. Fear is an emotion that I can persevere through as long as I speak my truth." Eva smiled.

"That's the spirit! Right girls!?" Cricket asked the girls sitting in front of them.

A chorus of "yeah!"s and "Yeah! just tell y/n you like her!" could be heard.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and all the girls were startled into silence as they turned to see what had made the noise.

There, standing in the arch leading into the living room was y/n, mouth agape, staring at Eva. She had dropped the bag of groceries she was carrying.

The silence that filled the room was deafening and Eva could practically hear the blood rushing through her body.

Eva was the first to speak up though.

"um, girls, can you uh..." Eva started

before she even finish her sentence, the girls were already quickly getting up and leaving the room. Cricket picked up the bag of groceries and finally left, Eva and you alone.

"Would you sit down please?" Eva said softly, gesturing to the couch.

you nodded and took a seat in front of her before she moved to sit next to you, causing you to turn towards her.

"how much did you hear?" Eva cringed.

you smiled a little,

"I heard enough. 'tell y/n you like her!'" you said in a teasing voice.

Eva put her face in her hands and groaned causing you to giggle a little before gently removing her hands from her face to see her red face.

you looked into her blue eyes that you always seemed to get lost in.

"hey, it's okay" you whispered gently.

Eva found herself getting lost in your warm brown eyes as well.

"it's just that... i don't know, I didn't expect to tell you this soon, I was going to plan it in my head" Eva explained, looking away, feeling embarrassed.

you were silent for a moment, and as Eva was about to turn her head back to you, you took the liberty of doing it yourself, grabbing her chin and connecting your lips to hers.

Eva was surprised at first, but quickly returned the kiss.

Once the two of you separated, you smiled brightly.

"Now are you ready to tell me?" you smirked.

Eva laughed before responding,

"yeah that definitely helps"

"well?" you urged her on.

"y/n, I like you" Eva said with a smile.

"I think you have my answer" you giggled.

"I don't know, I think I need your answer again" Eva said with faux confusion.

You laughed, causing her to do the same as you smacked her gently.

you kissed her once again, reveling in the feel of her soft pink lips that you could never seem to keep your eyes off of.

When you pulled away again, you pressed your forehead to hers and smiled.

"I like you too Eva"

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction writer #gxg #eva x you #eva swarm #eva x reader #fluff #billie eilish fanfic #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x reader

[xabarik]

Sorry but... but why andrey and block???? i reeeaaally like ur work but and they somehow work together but why them??? /nbr

ohhh this question.... I don't want to be that person who writes an essay in response to a question but who cares what I want right? going to brutaly use your question to talk about them (sorry for the repeats and mistakes, eng is still not my first language)

In short: because I want to. In long: actually blockdrey is a thing that was born year++ ago from a silly idea (they do have a couple of interactions, so it was fun) I told my girlfriend and she really wanted to support me at the time because of my job-killed state. a lot has happened since then but we still love them very much.

It's an explosive combination that's either fire or, suddenly, harmonious resonance. Interesting perspective. First of all, they are two independent and NOT codependent adults. andrey and block are as equal as possible, even if they disagree on some points. block is stronger and tougher physically, andrey is more agile and strong-willed.

andrey demands a "deterrent" for himself. he brings harm to everyone with his own personality, and the people around are not the kind of people who can stand it. andrey is too strong, freedom-loving, too impetuous, and destructive. block is a deterrent by profession. a major-general undertakes to be the commander-in-chief of his unit's actions. and he is so in character: restrained, logical, rough…. and he's clearly going through things that the average man can't. he's got a strong inner core.

They'd be looking for equal partners. there was no situation that andrey was interested in people weaker in any way (primarily in spirit) and, as it seems, all those who interested him have great willpower. yes, eva yan too. and block has proven himself over a hard and rough life. a man capable of answering both a blow and a word. what he needs from another person is freedom

block comforts himself with hopes for a miracle. i love the way he warmly treats the polyhedron without disliking either side. he is caught between the hammer and the anvil of events. If you remember the conversation between stamatins and dankovsky, then you know they are not so different in their positions. polyhedron needs the city, without it it's confined in formalin. block with all honesty can close the gap in andrey's "inferiority complex" so to speak, which by the end of the story goes completely over the edge. he doesn't feel real without maria and peter, doesn't feel whole. "he's done everything that was asked of him". block is a pragmatist. he knows who invented the polyhedron and whose hands made the miracle stand. and this understanding is important to andrey as a person. and he really needs that faith (especially in this situation with Powers). The matter of miracles is their personal way of finding common ground, even in the fire.

block can be admired for andrey's courage and determination in achieving goals. he himself gives in return stability and reliability, the necessary restraint, deterrent, a stick in the wheel. and yet he does not suffer from it. this helps andrey to focus his energy on achieving constructive goals. in independent self-realization. overcoming the stagnant crisis!

for both of them life is a never-ending struggle for a place under the sun. block is used to making rules, andrey is used to breaking them. block wants to control his environment, andrey hates control. a fight in this situation is more like what they both need in the context of repressed anger in one and open aggression in the other, which no one can resist. andrey finds an equal opponent, block finds an opportunity not to be judged for this breakdown, as andrey will only support this. a fight that is a need for both is not always about destruction.

I like this combination because they are equal and… They can talk about what they both want... they can discuss their positions! opinions!!! each other!!!! im chose to be happy with fireworks and presentation. and being chill. their maneuvering on the edge, where there's fire on both sides, I like it. it's interesting and gives me more space. I need a normal (as possible) "plate breaking", where everyone will understand the position in the end and won't go crazy. where the quick burnout of one and the neurosis burning life of the other will give them an opportunity to look at it differently. i mean... relationships are always about passing on and gaining new experiences, it's mutual help, trust. you are two self-sufficient people, able to speak with words through your mouth and without using each other (even if they CAN but they don't and thats the thing). and not denying a different outcome in their case at all lolol but im interested in other things i just like to analize life and everything and show it through stuff. that's why it's them. that's just how the stars aligned yk

#pathologic #мор утопия #andrey stamatin #alexander block #how it ended up being so damn long... #your (it seems) daily spanish inquisition in the mailbox is here again! take heart #pochta time

[mykingdomforapen]

What I adore about Jantje’s writing which shapes the narrative of Dark and I hope will be true for 1899 is that there are no evil villains in her stories. That is to say, all the characters are powerfully, tragically, sometimes horrifically motivated by love. (spoilers for Dark and 1899 ahoy)

In Dark, off the bat in season 1, we’re introduced to so many different complicated characters, with secrets and troubled pasts and choices that do more harm than good. What stood out to me is that as s1 built up, scenes would hint that Peter, Helge, Tronte, Aleksander were very suspiciously framed to be culpable for the missing boys. That they had nefarious intentions or ties to the boys’ murders. To the point where I felt very uncomfortable whenever scenes included them, because I thought that they were hiding something dark and evil.

Then, as the show progresses, you find out:

Peter had never harmed the boys. On the day of Mikkel’s disappearance, he was trying to keep a promise to his wife, discovered Mads’ body, and tearfully called Tronte because that is his son and his boy and no tragedy like that should have to be borne alone.

Tronte had nothing to do with the boys’ deaths. He was weeping over his missing, now confirmed dead, son from thirty-three years past, and was now tasked to keep that a secret.

Helge did have something to do with the boys’ disappearances, but he had been so deeply traumatized that he was made vulnerable and manipulated by the only tenderness he really knew. His old (present) self was, in fact, trying to stop his past self from continuing the acts, and died attempting it.

Aleksander had secrets, but I don’t even need to explain in depth how tender he is, how his love and protectiveness of Regina is what defines his character first and foremost.

And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. We haven’t even gotten to Noah and Adam yet.

Noah was terrifying in s1. I was so scared every time he showed up on screen. He was very obviously embedded into the darkness of Winden, responsible for the disappearances and deaths and manipulations. He was straight up frightening.

Then in s2 and s3, you find out he is a pawn in someone else’s larger game. That he has been trying to find and protect his daughter this whole time, searching through time and space for his missing Charlotte and willing to tangle time for her. That he tenderly and wholeheartedly loved Elisabeth, and died trying to stand up to Adam for his girls.

And Adam--Adam was our beloved Jonas this entire time. Our sweet, haunted, beloved Jonas. And Adam wasn’t doing this to be evil. He became corrupted, obsessed, manipulative, but he was and still is our Jonas. And in the end, he rested his forehead against Eva’s and faded from reality.

All of the characters in Dark were culpable in some way, but they were also entrenched and moved and shaped by love, some in more horrifying ways than others. Colloquially speaking, every baddie is a saddie, and that sort of story is so moving and heartrendering. I know a lot of people don’t like Hannah Kahnwald (I personally love her), and however way you feel about her, you can’t deny that she loved her Jonas, despite her own failings in it, and that is irrevocably sealed in the closing shot of Dark--Jonas is gone, but his mother loves him.

I truly hope the same will be for 1899, and I can see it playing out already. Many of the characters we meet--Ling Yi, Ramiro, Tove, Krester, arguably Olek, etc.--have secretly killed or hurt someone and it haunts them, and they are also frightened, tender, moved and motivated by love for family or friend. The first mate, who seems like a classic thug character for starting a mutiny, sacrifices himself to save Tove. Iben is harsh and likely unwell, but she sobs her son’s name and drowns embracing her husband who sacrificed his life and his convictions to stay by her side. Henry, however disdainfully, said it himself: every simulation the test subjects fail because they choose love over reason. Right now, we don’t know what are the intentions of Henry or Ciaran, a lot of characters are ambiguous or mysterious and anyone who has boarded Jantje and Bo’s storytelling before know that we can never truly predict how a story may go, and that our suspicions rarely pan out.

But I think, and hope, one storytelling element that shaped Jantje and Bo’s storytelling will carry over truly into 1899: everyone--however antagonistic or manipulative or tormented by ulterior motives--everyone loves.

#1899 netflix #dark netflix #1899 spoilers

[total-drama-brainrot]

that one real-total-drama-takes post about team cirrrrh all being misogynistic got to me because they're not even wrong, they're all different flavours of misogynistic and that includes izzy.

tyler & owen are period-typical misogynistic teenage boys; they're not intentional or malicious with it, they're just a product of the societal ideals + norms of the 2000s, but that doesn't change the fact that they hold a lot of harmful ideals. they congratulate duncan on "bagging two hot chicks", not because they don't understand that cheating is wrong, but because that was just the widely accepted mindset of the late 2000s- and this is applicable to a lot of their behaviour in all 3 gen1 seasons. tyler is less obvious about this mindset, but owen himself showcases this a few times over the seasons. remember the bet he made with cody in season 1?

alejandro beefs up the chivalry aspect of his persona to manipulate everyone but women especially, and often times expresses that he sees the girls he flirts with as less than people and moreso obstacles or prizes. it's only later on in the season where he begins to see heather alone as somewhat equal to him and she's the only girl he doesn't brush off as easy to control, but even then it often seems like he's indulging her instead of treating her like a serious threat. this is even more evident in their song "this is how we will end it", where he showcases all of the women he manipulated as puppets on strings- mere objects for him to play with- whilst the men he manipulated aren't mentioned at all (implying he saw them as more than toys to be controlled).

duncan.

noah, as far as i'm aware, isn't outright misogynistic so much as just an asshole to everyone. Unless you count his treatment of izzy in wt as proof of his misogyny, which is fair because most of his interactions with her and eva both involve him insulting them in some way (all of the different ways he's called izzy a nutcase, mocking the "iron woman" for her weakness against justin). he's got the vibes of "you're gay because you like men, I'M gay because i hate women" which is mostly because he doesn't seem to like men either, but he at least tolerates them, whilst he barely even interacts with any of the girls. Now that I think about it, I don't think Noah ever has a positive interaction with a girl in the whole show (unless you count trying to hug bridgette?)

and izzy has such strong "i'm not like other girls" internalized misogyny. she's a miniboss in the manic pixie dream girl rpg- and i mean it when i say manic- and she intentionally plays up the more masculine or disgusting aspects of herself to appeal to owen in particular. just like noah, i don't think she's ever had an objectively positive interaction with another girl on the show, but at least she does interact with them. sometimes it feels like izzy is so disconnected from her femininity- as if the writers only remember she's even a girl when they're writing about her relationship with owen- and this isn't a 'bad' thing but it does disconnect her from almost every other girl on the show. it's super weird, especially for a show that (usually) showcases femininity as something strong and empowering, especially since it almost penalises eva for not being feminine in the slightest yet only ever rewards izzy for doing the same.

#kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts) #only a semi-serious post btw. it's not nearly that deep and yet here we are. /lh #total drama #team chris is really really really really hot #cw misogyny #ophe rambling #character analysis #⬅ i guess???

[the-faceless-bride]

More Spunky HC

Louise "Spunky" Johnson was born May, 22 of 2000 to a family of 7 total. Her mother, father, sister, older brother and two little brothers.

Her Mother and Father only ever argued, her mother turned to a bottle if wine and her father found himself busy with gambling and other women. Her father never spared her a glance and her mother only ever pointed out the things 'wrong' with her.

Her older brother was the one she went to with all her issues. She cried to him. Ranted to him. Told him all her insecurities. He was her big brother and one night, when he one day packed his things and left with his girlfriend without telling her... Or bringing her. She started to hold all of her feelings inside.

Her sister and her were only three months apart but her mother seemed to have a clear favorite. Her sister was always the pretty one. Getting her mothers long curly hair, pretty smile, tall and curvy body. While spunky seemed to be the complete opposite, spunky had straight hair, a small gap in her front teeth, short and a smaller frame though she worked hard to get some muscle, no matter what she did she just was never able to upstage her sister, not even on days that were meant for her.

Now her two little brothers she love more than anything. playing with them, reading to them, putting patches on their cuts and bruises and making silly jokes to make them feel better. But as they went from babies to little teens they didn't need her anymore. They found her behavior emmbarissing, and didn't want stories or goodnight hugs. They started growing up, that was hard for her. And now with her vampirism she has a lingering dread knowing she would out live them.

Spunky is a She/they, Omni, and has a lion tattoo on her thigh, her ears are double pierced, and she always wears custom rings.

Spunky gives crow gifts. She has a box one for Marko and another for Paul, she's far too embarrassed to give them their boxes I'm fear of being made fun of. Paul's box has colorful guitar picks, shiny rocks and shells, some hand made bracelet and a necklace or two, and a few cartoony sketches of him playing guitar. Marko's box is full of soda tabs, pretty rings taken from victims, sketches of him, and a few Poems

Spunky Likes: Drawing, Singing, writing, piano, cooking, fashion, and femiminity (even though she doesn't see herself as very feminine)

Spunky Dislikes: dishonesty, hunters, bitter tastes, pittiful people.

Spunkys thoughts on....

Big sis- she doesn't get what big sis's problem is, sure she pokes fun and mocks. Bit she was chosen just like everyone else. Big sis just has to accept that. She also doesn't get why Big sis hates her being around Eva, she's never hurt the little thing, she never would. It pisses her off to know Big sis thinks so little of her to believe she would harm a literal baby. She also senses a type of competition for Dominance between her and Big sis, and Spunky doesn't know when to quit. Even when she gets a shit kicked out of her.

Spike- Spunky doesn't have an opinion on Spike. Though there is some animosity due to the fact she used to be a hunter. Spunky is cautious that Spike might try something. An act of revenge of some kind.

Babydoll- again spunky doesn't have much care for her, babydoll is so wrapped up in Dwayne that Spunky can barley get her alone to poke at her and see what makes her tick. She does make passing comments here and their about Babydoll doing something for herself, like picking her own outfits.

Gem- Gem and Spunky don't get along at all, mostly due to Spunkys constant pokes towards Big Sis, and in turn makes Gem upset, most of the time when Spunky wants a reaction out of Gem she starts talking about Big sis, she admires how Gem loves big Sis but finds her reactions to big sis slander funny.

Red- oh boy. Poor Red. Pisses Spunky off so much. Spunky knows Red has got bite to her and it makes her angry that Red never acts on it. She has seen it on Valentines day, when Red practically dominated her. It makes Red seem so pitiful that she can't do anything but sit and cry when Spunky knows she could fight back, at least a little. And the one time Red actually did fight and take a stand for once, it wasn't in a way Spunky felt was smart. When the girls tossed Spunky out in order to get Big Sis back from punishment and they all decided on starving themselves and their children. Made Spunky unbelievably angry. She was pissed at them all sure, but she was pissed at Red the most. Red being pregnant and out of all the times where she bent over backward she chose to finally have a spine at the WORSED time.

Moxxie- Spunky never met Moxxie, but from what she heard she was a real fucking problem. She didn't feel bad for her fate, even if the others did.

@ghoulgeousimmaculate

Will make another part on how Spunky feels about each of the boys and the baby bats of the coven.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys marko #spunky #Lost boys oc #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #Little sis spunky #Lost boys x oc

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Scarlet’s Milestone Concert Oneshots 🎵

I am still taking requests for song fics for my concert celebration. Find the lyric list here.

Sugar, We’re Going Down - Luke Alvez has the unjust reputation of being a ladies man. All he really wants is to settle down and when he meets you, he thinks he’s found the woman he’s been searching his whole life for. The only thing standing in his way is your boyfriend. Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader | Requested by @telepathay

Blinding Lights - Spencer is ten months sober and struggling to ward off his cravings. When a case takes the team to his hometown, he knows there’s only one face that can keep him from falling off the wagon. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @foxy-eva

Home - The five times Spencer took you home and the one time he needed you to return the favour. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @aperrywilliams

Home is Such a Lonely Place - You and Spencer’s whirlwind romance comes to an abrupt end when you both get job offers in different countries. But home is just too lonely for him to bear without you. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @telepathay

Pompeii - Spencer Reid is stuck in a rut, bored by his mundane life. But one conversation with a stranger prompts his whole life to change. And he knows he’ll never be bored again. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by Anon

Plastic Promises - Spencer finds himself in a toxic relationship. But you make it so hard for him to walk away. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by Anon

Ancient History - After you and Spencer break up, you just can’t seem to stay away from each other. But casual sex with the person you love will only do more harm than good, so you have to decide if you have a future together or if your relationship is fated to be ancient history. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @isisjen

You’re the Cure - You’ve always been the ray of light in Spencer Reid’s often dark life. But in the wake of his incarceration, can you be his cure? Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @dreatine

My Reply - Spencer writes his deepest tragedies down on paper for his pen pal. After ten years of exchanging letters and some divine intervention from JJ, the two of you finally come face to face. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @reidsaurora-replies

My Own Worst Enemy - Spencer’s insecurities have always been a hurdle for Luke to overcome. And then the younger man gets drunk and a fight ensues, one they may never come back from. Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez | Requested by @andiebeaword

She Will Be Loved - Spencer knows your pain as well as you know it yourself and he’ll do anything to shoulder some of the burden for you. Even if you’ll never reciprocate his feelings, as long as he’s alive you will always be loved. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @matthew-gray-gubler-lover

The Reason - Spencer’s drug addiction cost him everything: his job, his friends and the love of his life. When he finally decides to get clean, can he convince you that you were the reason for his newfound sobriety? Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @thebloomingeagle

Somebody That I Used to Know - Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by Anon

Sunshine - Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @c-m-stuff

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by Anon

Magic 8 - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes. Ralvez x Reader | Requested by @/andiebeaword

#milestone celebration #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #luke alvez fanfiction #luke alvez x reader

[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober day 16 Nightmare (VerDante)

Author's Note: this is very angsty yet sweet...bittersweet? i believe is the term...anyways i felt the need for Dante to give Vergil some comfort and love yes this is spartacest..i cant write platonic dante x Vergil to save my life they always got to confess and kiss ...Other than that..Enjoy today's prompt. Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of Spartober and Devil MayTober Prompts) {forgot to mention but i'm proud of myself for still going strong through these prompts despite feeling slightly uninspired and burnt out at times but i'm thoroughly enjoying this Spartober and i love these demon boys with all my heart <3 } 16: Nightmare (VerDante) Fire was blazing as smoke invaded Vergil’s nose and lungs he coughed as he ran around the house in search of someone, he wheezed holding the Yamato as he was ready to fight the intruder, he could hear a scream as he readied himself for battle.

“Mother!” he cried out to her, he could see Eva cowering in fear, her eyes widened as she saw Vergil in the corner, Vergil reached out to her unsheathing the Yamato ready to strike the demon that dared harm his mother.

She quickly stood in front of Vergil protecting him, then faded to black the sound of her body collapsing onto the floor while blood gushed out from her wounds. Eva reached back at Vergil..and that's when he woke up in a cold sweat shooting out of his bed panting as tears stung his eyes.

Footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door, Vergil curled up in on himself mirroring his past self as the images of that dreaded night ran through his head like a horror show. He sniffled gently, allowing himself to shed a few tears; he didnt realise that Dante had entered his room.

He felt a gloved hand on his bare shoulder making him flinch at the touch, Vergil looked up at Dante, his eyes puffy from crying as he glared “What do you want?!” he snapped .

Dante pulled his hand back lifting his arms up in defence “Woah, hey, watch it Verg…I was just making sure you’re okay”.he said gently.

“Leave me be Dante..” Vergil said, shaking. He sniffled once more trying to keep his cold and calm demeanour.

The younger Sparda noticed Vergil’s apprehensiveness and sighed softly realising what was going on “It’s another nightmare..isn't it?”. He said softly. His eyes fixated on Vergil.

Vergil scoffed “And so what if it is?, what do you plan to do, hmm?, your poor attempts at comfort are meaningless Dante, i wouldn't waste your breath if i were you”.

“Oh yeah? and why’s that?, still too tough to admit you need help?, why is that exactly?Why push everyone away?” Dante asked in a challenging tone showing concern but also frustration with his brother’s stubbornness ”what's the problem Vergil?”.

“You wouldnt understand…” Vergil looked away from Dante.

Dante blinked rapidly in shock, surprised by Vergil’s response “Right I wouldn't … .i have no idea what nightmares about mom are like” he said dryly and sarcastically as he folded his arms and glared at his older brother.

“H-How did you-” Vergil asked before Dante cut him off.

“I heard you cry out to her…” Dante snapped back.

“I watched her die, Dante!” Vergil said defensively.

“And i had to stay back and hear it all go down, and when i came outta that closet…you were gone..so i didn't just lose mom that day, i lost you too…and i've done nothing but lose you..over ..and over..and over, I lost you to Arkham, I lost you to Nelo angelo , I lost you to Urizen before V got you back in one piece..Literally!” Dante ranted as his voice was rough with anger and sadness.

Vergil was speechless he couldn't argue with that, while he did watch a murder in cold blood they both lost their mother they both lost their father and in the end they lost each other, countless times, and most were by his own doing; he felt immense guilt arise in his chest as he choked out a sob, he didn't know why… it felt like it had been sitting in his chest for years finally coming out his throat.

Dante wrapped an arm around him “Hey..Hey it's okay, let it out..” he said, rubbing Vergil’s back gently as he sighed “I-I’m sorry..” he said softly.

“What for? I’m the fool here, chasing after power in a blind attempt at redemption…” Vergil croaked gently as tears streamed his face.

Tilting his head gently Dante wiped away Vergil’s tears with his sleeves “ redemption?, Oh..Vergil you don't need to redeem yourself for what happened..in the end we always take down whatever shit comes our way”.

“But we couldn't stop mundus and his minions…we couldn't–” Vergil swallowed “I couldn't save mother..” Vergil said forlorn as he looked away blinking tears with a sigh.

Dante lifted his chin up “Hey…Vergil, look at me..” he said as he stared back at Vergil.

Vergil felt a lump in his throat as his eyes locked onto Dante’s, he was still quiet, his heart racing at the gesture.

“Listen..what happened to mom..no one could have prepared us for that..no one..not even Dad…” Dante said as he licked his lips nervously “we were just kids…we couldn't do anything..even if we tried..and you did try, i heard you..you tried your god damn best..you’re the best brother anyone could ask for..and one hell of a firstborn son..”.

Vergil rolled his eyes and scoffed “Dont patronise me brother…”

“I’m not…” Dante said in a genuine tone his expression was fond as he looked up at him with a weak smile. “You’re a stubborn arrogant son of a gun..but you’re still my brother..my big brother…” he took Vergil’s hand, squeezing it gently.

Vergil gave a slight smirk as he sniffled, wiping the tears away, watching as Dante took off his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed with him.

“Dante..” Vergil sighed softly as he finally calmed himself from the tears. He bit his lip before he spoke “I…I lost myself when we lost mother and father…but I never wanted to lose you too…”

“Really?” Dante asked a little unsure but he could hear the sincerity in Vergil’s voice the rare moments of vulnerability between the pair.

“Yeah…” Vergil nodded gently as their eyes met again.

Dante sighed as he moved closer to Vergil sitting right up beside him “I have to tell you something…”. His heart raced as he looked back at his twin.

Vergil brushed a strand of Dante’s hair out of his face “What is it?” he asked gently.

“I love you~” Dante said sincerely with his heart poured into every word, those three words ringing out in the bedroom, it was a confession of both brotherly and romantic love.

Blushing gently realising how close they were Vergil replied “I love you too…” he meant it every word same as Dante but to him it was more intense for him it felt like his heart was about to burst with all the pain and hardships within him alongside the newfound joy that was bittersweet as he came to the conclusion that he did in fact love him, but he knew that it was probably due to the fact they only had each other ..and they didn't at the same time..a double edged sword .

Dante leaned in closer, going in for a kiss as Vergil accepted, their lips pressed up against one another as their heart beat in unison. Vergil pulled back for a moment just a moment to process it all before going in for a deeper, more passionate kiss as he held Dante’s shoulders.

Their heads tilted as their tongues tangled for a moment , Dante’s hands ran along Vergil’s neck and through his hair pulling him closer as their kiss became more intimate. Dante pulled back with a gasp only for Vergil to pull him right back in sharing another moment before ending it.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you…” Dante confessed further “You were away for years and i didnt know what else to do…”

Vergil looked worried as he nodded understanding Dante’s words “Let’s lay down for a minute” he said as he pushed Dante down onto the bed and laid beside him.

Dante sighed softly, feeling Vergil put an arm around him resting his head against his chest.

“You’ve wanted to say that for a while now haven't you?” Vergil said in reference to his brother’s confession.

Licking his lips Dante sighed and nodded “Yeah..”

“Why..cause I broke down crying?” Vergil asked, choking up again.

“Yeah but it's not just that…” Dante said honestly.

“Then what else?” Vergil asked curiously in his voice a whisper now that they both were calm and comfortable in this moment.

“Vergil, I’ve always loved you…in every way possible…it pained me to see you do the shit you did but..I’m happy you’re back and I'm glad I have you in my arms…” Dante said as he kissed Vergil’s forehead gently.

Vergil felt tears sting his eyes as he started to cry again a mixture of sadness and happiness as he clinged onto Dante nuzzling into him.he got up holding Dante’s hand gently kissing his knuckles gently then kissed the back of his hand keeping his lips pressed against the tender flesh.

Dante pulled Vergil on top of him with a warm smile “Stay with me..maybe i can make the nightmares go away?…” he offered with a gente tone.

Vergil felt Dante’s hand caress his cheek as he kissed his brother’s palm he nodded gently “Yes..I believe having you with me will help ease the pain somewhat”.

Pulling Vergil in for a kiss Dante hummed happily running a hand through his hair messing it up making it look the way it did when they were young men. “Heh..Yeah..let’s get some rest…”

Vergil smirked as he cuddled up beside Dante happily enjoying just how close they were together, it made his heart flutter and his mind at ease.

“G'night Vergil…”

“Goodnight Dante~”

#spardacest #spartober 2023 #dante x vergil #vergil x dante #danver #verdante

[leclercsbf]

himbo knight rails slutty princess i was there i saw it happen

TELL ME MORE :)

eva, what have you done. full disclosure, i haven’t written a single royalty au in my life but somehow i thought it would be a brilliant idea to type this up in a drug-induced haze. the drugs were my allergy medication, but you know. details. this is about a hundred words shy of 1k, and sadly there is no filth because filth would take me ages and ages to write—but hey, let your mind run free. off we go.

the prince has a great many skills, but holding his alcohol has never been one of them. he need not be so worried, carlos laments, if the prince wasn’t so inclined to drink—but the prince was fond of vasseur’s wines on a good day, the finest their kingdom has to offer, and a wedding was a cause for celebration if carlos has ever seen one.

“to arthur and oliver!” the prince declares, and though he’d addressed no one in particular, the guests surrounding him raise their drinks all too merrily. goblets are emptied in the space of a few breaths, and as the prince raises both hands, triumphant, his lips are stained and slick with wine.

carlos watches the prince closely. he’d lost count of how many drinks the prince has had, which doesn’t bode well as the night drifts further and further from compline; and herein, carlos recalls, lies his purpose—to deliver the prince from harm, uncaring whether danger comes in the form of a sword leveled at the prince’s throat or wine swirling from the depths of a bottle. still, carlos is content, for the time being, not to stray from his post by the window; trusting that his feet would carry him to the prince’s side in a few short strides should any trouble arise.

no sooner had the thought occurred to carlos does he find himself doing precisely as much, his hands settling over the prince’s where they had been attempting to unclasp his cloak. it’s a small mercy that the prince stills the moment carlos appears at his side, though it quickly becomes apparent that any form of relief is meant to be short-lived.

“carlos!” the prince greets him, cheeks wine-flushed and lips spread into a grin. his name sounds different coming from the prince’s mouth, the letters stained by the kingdom’s accent and something he doesn’t dare put a name to, and carlos feels his breath being drawn from his chest. “have you come to drink with us? you must drink with us, carlos, before the wine is all gone.”

“there is enough wine to drown the entire kingdom thrice over, your grace.” carlos jests in response, restricting himself to the barest quirk of the lips. “i am only here to remind you not to rid yourself of your cloak. you might catch your death in this cold.”

“oh, carlos,” the prince croons, his free hand coming to a rest against carlos’ cheek, and in an instant it becomes nigh impossible for carlos to breathe. “i am well aware that you were only protecting my modesty.”

⊱⊰

“your grace, you must stop running.” there is panic bleeding into carlos’ voice, he knows, and if his hands were free he would be tearing at his strands; but as it is, carlos finds himself treading darkened halls, the prince’s cloak secure in his hold. “you have had too much to drink, it is not safe—and your cloak, you must wear your cloak. it is far too cold, your grace.”

it is cold, out here in the hall, the torches mounted every few paces or so serving to illuminate rather than to provide warmth; and without his cloak, the prince is left only with the tunic he’d worn for the occasion, done in the fashion that’s been sweeping the southern territories. the bodice was hewn from a sheer fabric that’s soft to the touch, pale gold and barely shielding the skin that lies beneath; and when the prince turns to face him—keeping pace even as he does—carlos burns white-hot, his eyes purposefully trained on the prince’s face and nowhere else.

“i will stop when you say my name, carlos.” the prince tells him, eyes glinting in the half-light. “and i do not need my cloak. you will keep me warm, no?”

“your grace,” carlos implores him, “i cannot. must not. you are aware that you should not ask this of me.”

“then i refuse to stop running.” the prince concludes, in a tone that suggests he is accustomed to bending others to his will. “we are alone now, carlos. you will not be hanged for saying my name.”

carlos throws a furtive glance back the way they came, finding nothing and no one save for torches, limestone, and moonlight. the prince’s name draws itself from his throat in a whisper.

“you will have to speak a little louder than that.” the prince—charles—tells him, but he’s smiling all the same.

carlos finds himself mirroring charles’ expression, and he starts to give chase, bridging the gap between them with a few easy strides—too easy, he’s aware. charles wanted to be caught, and the ease with which he settles into carlos’ arms confirms as much.

“that was not so difficult, was it?” carlos can picture the smile that’s surely wrapped around charles’ words, and when charles turns in his hold, he’s faced with eyes that are much too keen for the amount of wine that charles claims to have had.

carlos fails to take notice of the ruse until it’s staring him in the face, charles’ wine-flushed cheeks painted in a fading rouge—crushed mulberries brushed across pale skin, yet another gift from the southern territories. carlos, carlos, carlos, he can almost hear charles say. i am not as drunk as everyone thinks i am. we are alone now, carlos. say my name.

“keep me warm, carlos.”

#🎱 #inbox #jace fills prompts #not sure how i feel about this but It Has Been Written and so it must be posted #this is the equivalent of a crow leaving a Random Shiny Thing on your porch #like here eva i got you something #it’s probably useless but at least it sparkles #sorry for sneaking in some bearclerc. it will happen again

[coluber-constrictor-foxii]

Thinking about parallels between Ushiromiya moms.

I never think about Kyrie, so I'll focus on parallels between Natsuhi and Eva here because i had this thought for a while. if you have something to add about Kyrie, be my guest.

I'm thinking about how they could've been allies very easily, but can't be because they still, to some degree, believe in patriarchy.

The root of their internal and external conflicts is sexism and patriarchy, Natsuhi was treated and targeted as property and literal trophy by Kinzo because she's a woman (her family had to kind of... sell her to Kinzo... to save the rest of the family...), she's not respected by Krause much because she's a woman, she struggled a lot with accepting Lion because she was taught and told that's she's a failure as woman for being unable to give birth.

And Eva wanted to be acknowledged by Kinzo/still wants to be a successor but not allowed that because she's a woman, she constantly was reminded by Krause that he's successor because he's first child and man, so no matter what Eva do she cannot win successor position and kinzo affection (if she wanted it at that point, it's complicated to me how much her desire for successor title stems from wanting to have power and being ambitious, or wanting to be approved by kinzo and genuinely thinking she could help the family).

Yeah, out of the context of their relationship, you could think that they really could bond over all of the suffering from sexism that they're endured, but no, actually they're not friends because patriarchy :(

Natsuhi upholds gender norms and trying to make Jessica behaving the way that just not comfortable for her. Throughout the series it's highlighted numerous times, that Natsuhi (and Krause) trying to make Jessica talk in feminine way. Eva still trying to get title of the Ushiromiya head, but at that moment not because "woman can be head of the family!" but rather "i deserve to be a head of the family even though I'm a woman". She internalised all sexist and misogynistic messages but her goal haven't changed. She belittle Natsuhi, Rosa, Shannon etc, using sexist insults, that she herself was victim, to harm other women. She trying to uphold herself by tearing other women down........#girboss

(Also worth noting here, Natsuhi being strict with Jessica partially because worrying that Eva make George steal Jessica's title, which like, Jessica don't want that title to begin with, but any way, it is worth to remember that that Natsuhi could've been much softer if she didn't feel pressure of Ushiromiya family title as a whole and Jessica's future responsibilities, and wasn't constantly attacked by Eva about Jessica's behaviour. Eva trying to actively force George to be a family successor for her own revenge, and i don't have much to say about it, except that she do want George to be happy, she just......very........confused.....)

They really work for me as parallels, Natsuhi's core reason and motivation for all her actions it's a wholehearted devotion to her family, which is very yamato nadeshiko (Japanese traditional wife), while Eva being copybook definition of girboss. Both outcomes of sexism, both born as the way to cope and make sense of it (patriarchy), and both clashes off eachother when met.

[ Girlboss is a neologism which denotes a woman "whose success is defined in opposition to the masculine business world in which she swims upstream". She's the confident and capable woman who is successful in her career, or the one who pursues her own ambitions, instead of working for others or otherwise settling in life. The term is conversely used with sarcastic and pejorative undertones, to denote women who attempt to raise their professional lives by practicing the same abusive and materialistic practices found in the patriarchal society. ] <- tell me this isn't Eva.

If you still reading this, thank you, and now i can finally write the reason why i started writing it, a little fun detail.

This page.

[Short id of the situation/ Natsuhi telling everyone to stay in the room, since she believes culprit is outside. Eva agrees, formulating it in a "it's better if we watch eachother in this room"way, because Eva believes culprit is inside this very room]

This. The way they drawn reminded me of Ange's line. I don't remember it word by word but something among the lines: "you can't see things with one eye, you need to look from different angles, form different perspectives. One eye is affirming, another judging, that way you can see the witch."

And it just further make me see them as parallels. Natsuhi is affirming, because she trusts the family and the servants to the last, she can no longer ignore the evidence when she has to protect Jessica, and even then she apologizes since part of her believes that they are innocent. Eva is judgmental because she's suspicious of literally everyone except for those she deems too weak to be a threat or a few trusted ones. It's the matter of trust/"love", Natsuhi trust/"love" quite everyone, which is easy to see in first game, when it obviously painful for Natsuhi to suspect them, at the same time, she trust family significantly more, and trust them literally to the moment she killed, even though she acknowledging that they're greedy and almost shot Eva. Eva, on other hand, default mode is distrust and suspicion, i can't even name any of times, there's too much of them.

My point: patriarchy sucks for everyone (women&men) and they portraying the different ways to live with that. Also, Natsuhi cool.

#umineko #Natsuhi Ushiromiya #eva ushiromiya #umineko spoilers #to some degree #idk if i can call it analysis #thoughts about umi #Natsuhi cool #that's all #that's all thoughts #coluber post

[matousakuraistrans]

I'm going to word this terribly, but I find Yasu's outlet and the difference of when it is actually carried out to be a very interesting note on the difference between taking out and expressing oneself through a fictional outlet and carrying out one's harmful thoughts beyond that. Beatrice is the endless golden witch with a (seemingly) impossible mystery across perhaps dozens and dozens of messages in bottles metaphorical or literal, and would later be carried on by those beyond her including Hachijo Tohya and Hachijo Ikuko among many unnamed others. Yasu can express themselves and their pain and hatred and even love through fictional mysteries starring their entire family whom most of which don't even know they exist, let alone that they're their family at least in blood relation if nothing else. When they try to carry it out however as they've given up on life or just about hoping that Ushiromiya Battler would solve their mystery however, everyone actually dies horribly and they end up regretting it and likely kill themselves as or after Ushiromiya Eva and Ushiromiya Battler escape. Only one of their mysteries led to death, and it was the one attempted in reality. They never had to feel that regret in any of their previous mysteries for writing them because no one was harmed, and though they at the very least in part meant well and hoped for everyone to reach the golden land in great part out of love, they spend the last moments of their life forced to live with the very real reality of death that in part was a result of their actions.

Then later on even after death, even their fiction in a sense comes into reality and is quite literally experiencing a mass movement of sorts of death of the author. It again was fine when the stories were just an outlet of their continuously traumatized imagination, but now twelve years later it is being treated as simply a work of fiction, divorced not only from the author but from the victims and reality of said victims including not only the author but all of the dead family members. The golden witch survives even after her death or third death when considering Kuwadorian and Bice Beatrice, but without any of their original agency or personal connection or care for those she both loved and hated because the vast majority of the writers are now divorced from it all entirely and only relate to the tragedy via fictional writings they are personally divorced from.

Umineko truly is meta in the actual sense and not the just trying to sound cool or smart sense. There's so many things and ways and levels you can look into it, including from a writing or writers perspective and once again as I've said many times, it is a work that only gets better the more you think about it. Again, sorry if this was all worded terribly, it just popped in my head on a whim.

#umineko #umineko spoilers #when they cry

[prodigal-explorer]

🌠 welcome to my intro! 🌠

a few people might know me from my other blog, @golden-songbird, but this is my new sanders sides/omori/your turn to die main blog! i write a lot of stories, make a lot of headcanons, and think a lot of thoughts, so if you're someone who likes analyzing sanders sides/omori/your turn to die or just sanders sides/omori/your turn to die content in general, this might be the blog for you!

also, i'm just gonna put my masterlist here! this has all of my stories, fanfics, and writing guides!

now for some more about me!

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🌟 annie is my name!

🌟 19 - 01.30 (aquarius)

🌟 he/she/star pronouns

🌟 enfj

🌟 i speak english, but i am learning french (i consider myself to be at an intermediate level), and i want to learn tagolog!

🌟 i don't know my gender, but i identify as lesbian!

🌟 i am filipino-american, and i am mixed! i am very proud of my heritage and i talk about it a lot!

🌟 i have ehlers-danlos syndrome, pots, adhd/autism, and anxiety.

🌟 i am an ambivert who loves people but also loves my space! i am very honest and open about my boundaries. i'm not a passive-aggressive type, and i like to communicate.

🌟 i don't really consider myself a proshipper or an anti. i kinda just stay out of all that because i don't believe that censorship is okay or good, but i also don't promote harmful ideas. not to say that either of those types of people always do those things, but it's just a weird slippery slope that i honestly touch grass too much to care about.

🌟 i'm a freshman at college, and i am majoring in theatre performance and creative writing, and minoring in women and gender studies!

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✩ likes:

writing, reading, classical literature, fanfiction, journaling, musical theatre, theatre, singing, dancing, acting, video games, sunny weather, mornings, dogs, pigs, asian history, african history, pacific history, women's history, learning new things, tea, sweet foods, candy, makeup, skincare, self-care, perfume, and most of all, my twin sister!

✩ shows i watch:

i don't watch a lot of tv, but when i do, i default to the same shows. sanders sides, anne with an e, modern family, little house on the prairie, dance moms, south park, alexa and katie, no good nick, high school musical the musical the series, curious george, and fraiser are my favorites!

✩ video games i play:

i love video games but i'm not great at them. my favorite games of all time are omori, your turn to die, legend of zelda: breath of the wild (i haven't played totk yet, please no spoilers!!), spiritfarer, hades, good pizza great pizza, undertale, deltarune, pokémon emerald rogue, and story of seasons: pioneers of olive town. i'm looking forward to playing all the story of seasons games in the future!

✩ my favorite plays and musicals:

my favorite plays are little women (adapted by kate hamil), dance nation, fences, puffs, the importance of being earnest, and especially the miracle worker.

my favorite musicals are hadestown, matilda, gypsy, west side story, ragtime, in the heights, great comet of 1812, pippin, come from away, the color purple, amelie, the mad ones, and fun home.

✩ celebrities i enjoy:

i don't really talk about celebrities much, but when i do, it's about these guys: maddie ziegler, chloe lukasiak, nia sioux fraizer, jojo siwa (i don't really know all the drama surrounding her, i just like her message), paige hyland, sofia vergara, lea salonga, eva noblezada, lin manuel miranda (i just think he's goof), beth malone, phillipa soo, karen olivo, dolly parton, amber gray, lauren zakrin.

✩ dislikes:

bossy people, authority in general, staying up late, coffee, bitter foods, dear evan hansen, be more chill, most cartoons, roller coasters, twitter, dream smp, milk, traveling, writer's block, lifting heavy things, being teased, passive-aggressive people, patton sanders, basil, keiji shinogi.

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here's the stuff about me pertaining to sanders sides!

★ my favorite side is roman, i actually kin him and relate to him a lot!

★ my least favorite side is patton. i don't think he's evil or anything, but i am very critical of him and i make him the antagonist in a lot of my aus.

★ my opinion on the sides from favorite to least favorite are as follows: roman, logan, remus, virgil, janus, patton.

★ i am an avid remy enjoyer and i think emile picani is cool.

★ i do a lot of canon-deviant headcanons such as race headcanons, pronoun headcanons, and disability headcanons. i am very respectful of these things and do lots of research, mainly because such headcanons are usually projections of myself and my own experiences.

★ i write a lot of sanders sides fanfiction and roleplay ideas, as well as aus. feel free to use anything you'd like for inspiration as long as you give me credit! i've had my work stolen before and it doesn't feel good.

★ my favorite ships (in no particular order) are roceit, prinxiety, logince, literally all poly combos of roman/logan/janus/virgil, intrulogical, analogical, dukeceit, remy/roman, remy/remus, remile, roman/emile, and loceit!

★ my least favorite ships are pretty much all patton ships and remrom. i'm not a remrom destroyer who will burn down your house if you ship remrom (as long as they're like- not explicitly brothers) but i'm an identical twin so the idea of them being in love is super weird to me lmao. i can't take it seriously.

★ i love talking about sanders sides please talk to me about sanders sides! especially if it looks like we have a lot in common!

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here are my other socials!

✯ ao3: ultraluminary

✯ quotev: tinyrevolt

✯ discord: waterfalldancer#7803

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thanks for reading all that! i hope we become great friends!

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