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voldheart · 2 months

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Wait wait I just scrolled by a mutual that reblogged your Godseeker-Comic. Is that an AU? Is there more of this? This is so interesting! I have never seen Godseeker turning to be a part of Void. Mostly just always getting killed by it.

I hope you're doing more with this concept in one way or another because this is a really interesting idea!

ouuu thank you 🥺❤️ its not really an au, its more like my interpretation of a continuation to the embrace the void ending!! :D I think most people are not aware that she canonically doesnt die, and take the ending at face value.... its kind of hard to explain for me since even i am not 100% sure what exactly happens lol but i like to think that theyre perpetually linked or fused together in some weird way. and i feel that this result is pretty intentional from both sides.

Godseeker mentions that they seek gods to "clutch at their greatness and immortality", which i assume that with 'clutch' she means that these traits would be shared with the Godseekers through the "Godly focus" thing. And the knight, besides the fact that it proved its strenght against the local strongest beings, it posesses (via the Void Heart) the void under its will, which is literally said to be an "eternal" force that "denies time", ie immortal.

and this union of sorts would be beneficial for the knight as well, as it can go into Holy Beast mode at just about anytime it wants, which is a really awesome powerup if u ask me. That and also (in my headcanon) it does like her. very much :-)

#hollow knight #the knight hk #godseeker hk #this is also why i made their tag:#symvoidsis #LITERALLY UNION FOR LIFE OF TWO DIFFERENT ORGANISMS!!! BEING OF THE MUTUALISTIC KIND AS ITS BASED ON MUTUAL BENEFIT!!!!#i have soooo many thoughts about them that i really just dont know how to express in drawings #like how she could help on rebuilding hallownest with her ability to build devices out of nothing #her and monomon could be work buddies in this scenario (in this universe it would not have broken the seals btw)#she most definitely knows about leading a whole community out of misery too (land of storms)#and tk as the new monarch (ASSUMING that thats how the king's brand works) would most definitely need that sort of knowledge #as it was raised alone out there on the fucking wastelands it probably doesnt know much about leadership honestly #IDK I JSUT THINK THEY COMPLIMENT EACHOTHER SO WELL I JUST THINK THEYRE NEAT #ITS SUCH AN UNDERRATED DUO IN MY OPINION #'Mostly just always getting killed by it' LIKE FOR FUCKING REALLLLL THOUGH #I ALWAYS JUST SEE HER BEING KILLED OFF IT MAKES ME SO SAD #BEING A GODSEEKER LOVER OVER HERE IS SO HARD #tysm for the ask❤️ btw .i love talking about them hehe

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vertigoartgore · 20 days

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80's Storm & Wolverine (leaders of a bunch of young X-Men at the time, circa 1987's Uncanny X-Men #215) commission by Alan Davis.

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bayleaf-2 · 10 months

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Lyra and Khunoth rolling Intimidation together against the Raven Queen in negotiations is a very funny image to me because. Lyra's not being intimidating on purpose. He just looks like that right now. Guy's got no facial expression as a result of trying to switch directly into work mode after spilling his heart (or something, she doesn't fuckin know man) and they're sitting more spread out (sitting in the chair sideways with one leg up and resting their arm on their knee. Also propping his head up with his other arm.) for the same reason.

It's less intimidation and more they look sure of themself, which I don't think Lyra has ever, ever done??

Like they're absolutely using it to their advantage once they catch on to what's happening but their body language is absolutely just in a default state.

#whats also fun is this is the first time in a while that Lyra and Khunoth get to act as a duo so theres also THAT playing into it #It's sooooo fun this is gonna be more a mix of Lyra and Elion than there has been maybe ever #It's lyras brashness mixed with Elion's fuckin. leadership and confidence coming back. fun set of vibes they're giving out rn #it might not even be a mix of Lyra and Elion it may just be Lyra finally acting like Elion again but that doest #have the same feel to me haha #c: dnd related #lyra #lore drop #holy shit this plant grew a mouth #'Voci what the fuck are you talking about' you'll see!#hi so night addons.#they also changed their form so they *look* more like Elion. 'grew their hair out' and has an old top on and everything #debated them experimenting with like. adding nonhuman parts to their form like being partially wolf or having lightning marks somewhere hah #grew their hair out is in quotes because this wasn't in the physical world so the time it would take to grow it to that length didnt #actually happen. hope that makes sense!#if it doesnt

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 18 days

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Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder 2007

"Makes Me Wonder" is a song by American pop/rock band Maroon 5. It was released as the first single from their second studio album, It Won't Be Soon Before Long (2007). Upon its release, the song set a record for the biggest jump to number-one in the history of the Billboard Hot 100 chart, rising from number 64 to number one.

It won the Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal at the 50th Grammy Awards, the band's second song to win the award.

The lyrics have two different meanings. It contains political insinuations disguised as a love song because of Adam Levine's not wanting to be preachy. It combines lyrics about his being in a state of a failed relationship and his "failure to understand or trust" the leadership of his country, and the US's role in the war in Iraq.

"Makes Me Wonder" received a total of 68,8% yes votes!

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#finished #high yes #00s #maroon 5

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hothammies · 2 months

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the party leader, mike wheeler - apoc au character details + poll under the cut!

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mike's role in the party:

a scouter - essentially plans runs, checks areas first to ensure safety, and directs the runners during supply runs

assigns basic survival chores at the beginning of each day (laundry, boiling water, patrol, hunting, etc.)

is the "face" of the party -> always the one to negotiate with people of other groups

even though the party likes to give him shit for being kind of rude and bossy about how he talks to them in "leader" mode - they always hang onto his every word! they love and respect him deeply

kind of like a tired dad whenever he's not fighting with someone else -> basically watches over everyone to make sure they're okay

would never hesitate to do something deplorable to protect the party: family first

skills + hobbies:

considered the designated driver (along with max): nancy taught him when he was younger. he was scared about being useless due to his inability to shoot and aim guns so nancy helped him find something useful. max teaches him how to drive manual so that he can drive her muscle car (its how they get over their distaste for each other)

writes an entry in a journal that he stole every day! he lets will doodle in the margins of the paper :)

loves to read whatever's around - particularly interested in history, sci-fi, and old journals from people before the apocalypse (reads them with dustin and el -> they are nosy as hell and live for the drama)

great at using machetes and hatchets -> do NOT let this boy shoot a gun. he will accidentally hurt you and himself

good at fixing up guns and navigating - lucas (guns) and dustin (navigating) taught him :D

quirks / fun facts:

he likes to switch around the pins on his jacket a lot! the party find pins around to give to him (range from terrible to wearable)

since he's the only boy that likes to tie up his hair, max and el like to doll up and play around with his hair during their downtime

is very annoying and particular when it comes to doing survival chores (out of love) -> makes sure that the chores are divided equally among all of them and that no one gets the same chores twice in a row

--- other notes: mike was the first character i had in mind when thinking about this au (no surprise there) and the drawing of him sitting cross legged with a machete in his hand was the first ever "official" drawing i made for this :D i tried to make apoc mike similar to canon mike in terms of his temperament, his hero complex, his self-sacrificial tendencies, his inability to appropriately process his romantic feelings, his natural leadership and his personality. about mike's inability to use guns -> looking at mike's character dnd sheet, his dexterity is low and s1 mike wheeler cannot aim for shit either (see his rock throw). the reason he's most comfortable with machetes (and hatchets) is because of their versatility as both weapons and tools! just wanted to share because i think mike needed a nerf and him not being able to shoot guns is both in character and funny as hell to me i've had mike and will's char sheets done for a while and i really love the way they look :) i'm excited to post will's next! i'm working on the character sheets in batches of two, so which duo are yall most interested to see next? i'll work on them based on the poll results and post them next week at the earliest :) i'll prob also try out some concept designs for the demogorgon-like zombies sometime soon as well!

#shoutout to the acswy writers for sticking the idea of mike driving manual cars in my head!#mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fanart #st apoc au #byler #sammi's art

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beautifulsenpai · 4 months

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Sweet, and sorry for making my question so complicated 😅, I was wondering if you could write hcs for the clones(kny, and separate hcs for them), or if you don't write any of the hashiras will do. With a male s/o who's very confident and hyper, just very bold and stuff, but gets flustered extremely easily, like holding hands, whatever, but anything more than that will make the male reader just melt, just completely red faced and can barely from a proper sentence. Thank you 😊

“COCKY” BASTARD | 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

- characters | 𝗌𝖾𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗈, 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗎, 𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎

- summary | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾

- fandom | 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 (𝗄𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗇𝗈 𝗒𝖺𝗂𝖻𝖺)

- genre | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

- author’s note | 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇? 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

se𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗈:

- having a cocky, and confident boyfriend like you makes him infuriated, but he loves you anyway

- he’ll lash out at you if you tease him, the teasing will make him even more furious

-when he sees you try to take leadership with your face beaming, chin held high with hands on your hips, his teeth will be gritted, and he won’t hesitate to bonk you on your head with his staff

-but when he shows affection towards you (he hardly will), you’ll get so flustered that your face turns red, and you stutter out your words. you’ll be bashful since he hardly shows any affection

-he’ll actually be surprised to see you at this state. this is valuable info, so he will take this as advantage. when you make him angry by acting smug, he show any type of care.

-like for example, if you kept bragging about how many slayers you killed to the other clones, he’ll hug you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, and his head on top of your head, you’ll be looking down with your cheeks bright red, playing with your fingers, and mumbling quietly

-to be honest, seeing you like this, he thinks that it’s adorable, but he’ll never tell that to you or to the other clones.

-if you’re both alone, you sitting on his lap, sekido arms wrapped around your waist, you blushing, fidgeting on his lap, and playing with your hair, trying not to make eye contact with him-

-he’ll give you soft kisses on your cheek before placing his head on your shoulder, he’ll mutter near your ear, telling you that you always piss him off, but he loves you very much in the end

-he’ll say it to you in his usual angry tone

-seeing him act like this will make your entire face red, your heart beating fast, and you’ll feel like you’re going to faint on his lap

karaku:

-he doesn’t mind the cocky attitude to be honest

-your hyper energy with his friendly attitude and easygoing demeanor, you two are a dynamic duo, the definition of a power couple

-when he finds out that you get flustered from any loving affection, he absolutely finds it adorable, he loves it and he doesn’t hide it

-he shows your flustered state with the other clones, you’ll be ranting something to one of the clones, and he’ll do something that’ll get you embarrassed, he finds pleasure doing this

-he’ll rush to your side, and give you a big hug, rubbing his own cheek against yours, telling you how much he loves you.

-your face becomes flush, and you’re stuttering with your own words. your eyes widen, and fighting back tears from embarrassment.

-you’ll try to push him away but he won’t oblige, and the other clones will be watching the two lovebirds, annoyed from seeing the same thing that always happens.

urogi:

-another power couple energy

-his cheerful energy, and your hyper energy, it’s just perfect

-he finds it hilarious, and cute from seeing your flustered state

-he’ll tease you about it when you’re confident, bringing up how you get so flustered when he gives you a kiss

-just thinking about that makes your face red, and wobbling legs

-definitely will take this as an advantage, will give you a surprise attack of something affectionate just to see your cute flustered face

-when you’re both alone, get ready because this demon is going all out, kissing, cuddling, and all of that stuff. your face is definitely red from this!

aizetsu:

-he finds it depressing when he sees you get cocky, and all

-he loves you, yes, but please, tone down the arrogant attitude

-the first time that he found out about how you get easily flustered is when he gently patted your head from slaying a demon

-how this man quickly retreated his hand away when he saw you drop to your knees, your cheeks burning red, and covering your face with your hands while stuttering

-once he knows about it, he feels terrible. he doesn’t want to be the reason for you to be in this state

-so, he tries to avoid doing big nice gestures like kissing you. you’ll be continuing being you cocky self, but it’s getting harder every day

-he wants to do nice couple stuff because this man loves you, he wants to hold you close to him, and pamper your face with kisses

-so, he’ll do this stuff out of nowhere, surprising you. he’ll feel sorry for doing this, seeing your cute face red, flustered but it’s definitely worth it that it’ll leave a small smile on his face

𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌!

#x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #kny x male reader #kimetsu no yaiba x male reader #demon slayer x male reader #hantengu’s clones #sekido x male reader #karaku x male reader #urogi x male reader #aizetsu x male reader

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marley-manson · 3 months

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Hawkeye and Frank are the two most diametrically opposed characters on Mash. They clash politically, ideologically, emotionally, intellectually, and even physically on more than one occasion. There is virtually nothing they agree on. But they do have one significant similarity: both Hawkeye and Frank are notably, pointedly effeminate.

Hawkeye is the central protagonist, so he's written to be likeable, even admirable, especially in the first five seasons of the show when satire dominated rather than character drama. He's the character who makes the correct political points and voices the show's ideology, and male audience members are encouraged to identify with him and aspire to be like him. He's witty, he's smart, he's charismatic, he dodges consequences a lot, he's highly skilled in his work, and he has a strong personality and natural leadership qualities.

Frank is the main antagonist up until the end of season five. He's written for audiences to hate him, mock him, and occasionally be horrified by him. He's dull-witted, incompetent, awkward, easily led and manipulated, and always gets his comeuppance. Few audience members are likely to aspire to be more like Frank Burns.

And yet, while most likeable protagonist/detestable antagonist duos in American popular media would also be differentiated in terms of gender performance as a matter of course - the effeminate villain being a standard stock character, always set against a ruggedly masculine hero - Mash takes a different approach.

From his core personality as a sniveling, weak-willed follower, to the way other characters, including Hawkeye, routinely make fun of him by comparing him to a woman or insinuating that he's gay, Frank Burns certainly fits the part of weak, emasculated villain. What's more interesting, and much less commonly seen in Hollywood media, is that Hawkeye is portrayed as just as unmanly, and just as, if not more prone to having it pointed out in the show.

Often Hawkeye's jokes at Frank's expense include the implication that Hawkeye is attracted to him himself, and not necessarily as "the man." He jokes, "Guess it's a marriage, Frank. I know I can do better, but at my age, can I wait?" in Hawkeye, Get Your Gun; he switches from calling Frank one of his vampire brides to taking the feminine part in post-coital pillow talk after siphoning his blood in Germ Warfare; he kisses or tells Frank to kiss him in Major Fred C. Dobbs, For the Good of the Outfit, and Bulletin Board, etc.

Other times, the jokes Hawkeye makes about himself are virtually identical to the jokes made at Frank's expense - their respective attractions to Margaret as a potentially dominant sexual partner, eg, with both Frank and Hawkeye portrayed as eagerly submissive. For instance, in 5 O'Clock Charlie Hawkeye jokes about tying Frank to Margaret's tent, then dismisses the thought with, "He'd probably love it. I know I would." And Hawkeye/Trapper and Frank/Margaret are sometimes paralleled as dual couples, Hawkeye and Frank usually being framed as the more feminine partner in each.

And of course, unconnected to Frank, there are many, many more examples of Hawkeye's effeminacy, both in jokes and in personality traits.

Hawkeye is a self-professed coward who is loud and proud about how terrified he is to be stuck in a war zone. He's emotionally open and highly empathetic, always willing to listen to others' problems and discuss (or scream about) his own. He abhors institutional violence and faces every enemy combatant with his hands firmly in the air. When authority is thrust upon him he strives to relinquish it, and uses it as little as possible.

More shallowly, he has little interest in sports and exercise, derides masculine hobby magazines like Field and Stream and Popular Mechanics, is incapable of performing mechanical tasks to the exasperation of others at least four times (Comrades in Arms which explicitly frames this emasculating, In Love and War, Patent 4077, and Hey, Look Me Over), mocks traditional masculinity in many ways, and enjoys musical theatre and Hollywood gossip. And he makes and takes literally hundreds of jokes about being unmanly and having sex with men himself, many more than he makes at Frank's expense.

But while the jokes are at Frank's expense and meant to belittle him, they're rarely made at Hawkeye's expense, especially in the first five seasons. Hawkeye doesn't make the jokes out of self-deprecation, he makes them out of pride and a desire to differentiate himself from the army men he's surrounded by. He's almost always in on the jokes others make about him, rather than offended - Potter telling him to file a paternity suit against his rival in Hepatitis makes him laugh delightedly, and Trapper's remarks on his effeminacy, such as Miz Hawkeye in Hot Lips and Empty Arms, are sometimes lightly teasing but always a regular aspect of their dynamic that Hawkeye enjoys playing up. Frank doesn't make any jokes directly mocking Hawkeye's masculinity that I can recall, beyond vague "pervert" and "degenerate" remarks, which, while often historically homophobic, in the show's context tend to be treated as a reference to his heterosexual endeavours.

Frank's effeminacy is a point of mockery and derision, but Hawkeye's is a point of pride, and not intended to make him any less likeable to an audience. Antagonists don't get to score points off of Hawkeye by mocking his feminine traits, but Hawkeye makes fun of Frank regularly by mocking his feminine traits.

This difference in framing can partially be explained by the nature of their respective gender performances.

While Hawkeye and Frank are both effeminate, they're effeminate in many opposite ways. Frank is weak-willed while Hawkeye is strong-willed. Frank is unappealing to most women, while Hawkeye is something of a lady's man. Frank cannot face his fears to rise to a challenge, but Hawkeye can. But on the flipside, Frank refuses to admit to fear while Hawkeye openly proclaims it. Frank strives to attain authority while Hawkeye refuses it or takes it on only begrudgingly. Frank is obsessed with guns to a freudian extent while one of Hawkeye's most famous monologues of the show is a speech about refusing to carry one. Frank worships the concept of traditional masculinity even while he can't perform it himself, while Hawkeye mocks the concept and would refuse to perform it even if he could.

The Sniper is an excellent case study of these contrasts. In this episode, Hawkeye is effeminate and at ease with it, while Frank is desperate to prove himself masculine. Frank and Margaret flirt with strong Freudian overtones while Frank shoots a gun while nearby Hawkeye flirts with with a nurse with a line about "tasting" her. Hawkeye connects with the nurse he's wooing by relating to how scared she is and huddling in fear with her, while Margaret demands that Frank prove his masculinity by going out and taking down the sniper himself. Frank carries a gun while trying to approach the sniper, while Hawkeye carries a white flag. Frank tries to make fun of Hawkeye for wanting to surrender, but he can't bring himself to approach the sniper while Hawkeye does.

This contrast of gender performance is a consistent aspect of Hawkeye and Frank's dynamic throughout the show, but The Sniper makes it a central theme so it's a useful example to show how their relationships to masculinity are a deliberate aspect of their dynamic.

And while Hawkeye makes fun of Frank's femininity, it's significant that he also regularly makes fun of Frank's masculinity - his love of guns (eg The Sniper), his sexual affairs (eg the exchange about Frank as a "fantastic performer" in Yankee Doodle Doctor), his numerous attempts to exert authority (eg Welcome to Korea), his desire for socially approved success (eg Hot Lips and Empty Arms), etc.

Both masculine and feminine sides of Frank are comprised of negative character traits, while Hawkeye embodies the best of both - emotional expression and healthy ways of coping by talking about his feelings; bravery but not machismo; intelligence and skill as a doctor rather than an officer; empathy and a willingness to listen; sexual prowess but largely through his love of foreplay rather than his dick game (which, in the context of the early 70s, is a somewhat feminine attribute that distinguishes him from a typical traditionally masculine man); etc.

Hawkeye demonstrates some of the most appealing and healthy qualities of both masculinity and femininity while Frank demonstrates, or strives to demonstrate, the more toxic qualities of both. Through including a few positive masculine traits in the mix, the narrative is able to depict Hawkeye as likeable, admirable, and desirable in his effeminacy while Frank is depicted as loathesome in his. Hawkeye gets one of many, many women in The Sniper by showing vulnerability, while Frank only appeals to Margaret, and Margaret is portrayed as borderline pathological in her sexual attraction to violent masculinity (the scene where Frank excites her with his gun, for example, also includes an electra complex joke, and there's a running rape kink gag in this episode as well).

Another aspect to consider when it comes to differentiating Hawkeye and Frank's respective femininities is hypocrisy. Similar to how Frank and Margaret's affair is mocked because they can't admit to it while Hawkeye and Trapper's affairs are glorified, part of what makes Frank's effeminacy so mock-worthy, while Hawkeye's feminine qualities are a source of pride and rebellion, is that Frank refuses to admit to them.

Frank desperately wants to be the ideal heroic army man and often play-acts the part, poorly. When Hawkeye mocks him by calling him a woman, for example, he's drawing attention to Frank's failure to live up to his own ideals. And when Hawkeye calls himself a woman, he's mocking those same ideals. The message is that Frank is pathetic not so much for failing to be traditionally masculine, but for wanting to be traditionally masculine at all.

Ultimately the ways Hawkeye and Frank perform masculinity and femininity are pointedly in opposition, from which masc and fem traits they embody, to how proudly they embody them. The show itself draws attention to these gendered similarities and differences between Frank and Hawkeye through a constant barrage of jokes, and even whole scenes and episodes. In this way the show portrays Frank as a hypocritical loser who wants to be masculine but fails to embody all but the worst traits, and Hawkeye as a cool, admirable guy who disdains the traditional pillars of masculinity and embraces his own effeminacy.

#mash #marley on mash #mash gen #mash gs #frank mash #hawkeye mash #since you guys liked that trapper gender meta a lot more than i thought you would here have another one #though this is written a little less formally lol #i have more examples of whole scenes that make these comparisons than just the sniper but i'm trying to keep this from being #even longer than it already is #but eg white gold is another good example wrt how they relate to flagg; yankee doodle doctor; army navy game; george; the gun; etc etc #(also it's interesting that when frank leaves hawkeye gets the pathetic loser portrayal more often... though i think that's a coincidence #the shift from early to late mash could be yet another essay on mash and gender lol)#long post

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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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summary: [y/n] and lo’ak are gifted the role of scouting. but, they can’t make it one single day without putting themselves in harm’s way.

lo’ak x oldersister!reader

a/n: okay, so this was formerly titled "strong heart," but i actually ended up rewriting this entire thing because i decided… what the heck was that! the prompt is the same, but i highly recommend rereading because everything else is new (and hopefully improved).

warnings: violence, language, [y/n] being a protective badass older sister, implied killing

tags: @eywas-heir @pinkhotdogsfr

his protector

“oh, come on, little brother!” [y/n] called, her voice quiet overtop the wind. “tell me you can fly faster than that.” the two siblings soared across the blue skies, their ikrans barely avoiding the tops of each tree. every second that they moved, the flaps of their wings left the trees leaning backwards.

lo’ak groaned from behind her. “i can, but we already took a flight this morning, so i’m sorry that he’s a little tired,” he complained, patting a hand on his ikran’s neck causing a purr to rumble down its body.

the pair sully siblings were on scouting duty, their father sending the two of them off as soon as it became apparent that the day was far too busy for him as the olo’eyktan. it didn’t help that neytiri was occupied with tuk and kiri for the day, and neteyam had to attend whatever leadership meetings with his father. so, naturally, [y/n] and lo’ak immediately volunteered for the job.

normally, the parents would have said no, given the piece of work that the duo was. but, they had no choice that day. plus, even if they did say no, the two would have broken the rules and gone anyway, and jake was tired of scolding the two of them.

“excuses, excuses, brother,” [y/n] teased, turning back with a tempting grin, and just to layer it on, [y/n]’s ikran flicked her tail, lightly slapping the snout of lo’ak’s ride.

“hey!” he yelled defiantly, although the older sister could hear the smile in his voice. she braced herself as she heard the flapping wings increase rapidly, wind blowing faster. soon enough, the boy shot out in front of her and her ikran, not missing the chance to flip her off as he passed.

[y/n] laughed, shaking her head. “you are a child, lo’ak.”

“you are the one who started the competition!” he argued exasperatedly.

“ay, perhaps that is true, but at least i’m not a sore loser!” with that, the girl commanded her ikran downwards, the two ducking underneath her brother before pulling up directly in front of them.

and so, the race was officially on. no, they were not very good at keeping an eye on their surroundings, as scouts were supposed to do, but they were very good at sibling bonding. one after the other, they took the lead, alternating for what seemed like miles.

the two could only hear each other's laughs, breathless and smiling. [y/n] was in such a good mood, she’d almost missed it. she’d almost flown right through it and not even batted an eye. luckily for both of them, her ikran was on high alert ever since they entered the area a few paces back.

the laughter faded from [y/n]’s throat when she felt her ikran clicking her tongue, the soft vibrations sending her eyes up and ears perked. that’s when she finally noticed, immediately slowing to a stop, the two just keeping themselves flying in place.

[y/n] could feel her younger brother hurtling towards her, so as a last second attempt to stop him from ramming into them from behind, she put her hand up with her palm facing backwards. she thanked eywa that lo’ak was paying enough attention to notice, the boy stopping right next to her.

“[y/n]?” he panted, confused. but, it didn’t take long for him to realize either.

below them sat a camp, seemingly empty. but, it was new. the area was littered with human-like belongings—machinery, tents, an old campfire.

“that wasn’t marked on the map, was it?” [y/n] knew the answer, but she wanted to check anyway. as if she had a little bit of hope left. beside her, lo’ak silently shook his head no. “well, shit.”

“at least we have something to report?”

[y/n] quickly pushed a grin off of her lips at his comment, trying to remain serious. “is anyone in the camp? because if not, then where are they?”

lo’ak shrugged helplessly. “maybe they’re sleeping in.”

“it’s evening, skxwang,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“okay, then they’re going to bed early.”

if she could smack him on the head, she would. “without anyone keeping watch? lo’ak, why do you lack intelligence?”

the boy sputtered, taking major offense to her comment. “hey, at least i’m creative.”

“creative, or stupid?” she muttered under her breath. she inhaled and exhaled a slow, deep breath. [y/n] was currently measuring two different choices. was she, a) going to be a good daughter or b) going to be a good clan member.

lucky for her, she didn’t even have to make a choice. “lo’ak!” she cried as her brother aimed his ikran downwards, slowly decreasing his altitude to land right outside the camp while still being hidden under the cover of trees.

“come on, [y/n], you know you wanted to,” he teased, a knowing smile resting on his lips.

“yes, but i wanted to make the call since i am the leader of this duo. mom said!” she argued bitterly, annoyance threaded through her tone.

the boy hummed, amused. “now who sounds like the child.”

with a huff of annoyance, [y/n] followed her younger brother down, landing their ikrans in the trees. carefully and very quietly, the two dismounted. from where they perched, [y/n] saw a perfect view of the camp’s entrance.

“it’s dead,” she whispered, shaking her head in confusion. with a quick look around at where they were located, storing it in the back of her brain, the girl hopped down. she landed softly on her feet, weight distributed perfectly thanks to the teachings of her mother.

lo’ak was not as quick to understand. “[y/n]?” he hissed, bringing her attention back up to the tree. “what are you doing?”

[y/n] only grinned. “come on, it’s empty! let’s explore a little, get some actual dirt to bring back to dad.” the boy shuffled warrily. “wait a minute,” she teased. “you’re not scared, are you, little brother?”

“what?” he sputtered. “uh, no! i’m just thinking. you know, like a warrior does. i’m willing to bet you didn’t think twice before jumping down there.”

she stuck her tongue out. “what’s the fun in thinking? now, come on, brother! hurry up, we do not have all day.” with that, the girl turned back around towards the camp, taking quick and quiet steps.

she grinned as she heard the huffs of lo’ak his own soft footsteps following soon after her. “the best way to approach this,” she began as soon as he caught up with her, “is to go in together. have your knife ready just in case, but as far as it looks, it is completely abandoned.”

lo’ak nodded. “do you think they have guns we could steal?” he pondered, a smile glued to his features. “because i don’t think dad would be too angry if we returned with some materials.”

“i like how you think, little brother.” and so, they finally entered the camp.

“why would they leave all of their stuff here?” lo’ak wondered aloud, looking around at the ammo and resources left behind. there was far too much to bring all of it back, but they could at least load their ikrans with a few guns and bullets.

[y/n] was thinking the same thing, although she found it hard to believe that they would just drop everything and run. unless there’d been a threat, but this was a typically dormant side of the forest. the only animal that actually caused a hazard around this part were herds of hexapede, but it was clear that a stampede hadn’t been the threat to drive them away based on how put together everything still was.

[y/n] scratch her head as she looked around, ducking under tents to check what other indicators might be around. “the sleeping bags aren’t messy,” she commented. “they didn’t leave in a rush this morning. they at least had time to wake up.”

“they also ate breakfast,” lo’ak added, his fingers brushing against the cinderblock that surrounded the campfire. “and maybe lunch.”

she sucked her teeth, not understanding. “whatever drove them away was either too dangerous to grab their guns, or they just weren’t smart enough.”

lo’ak chuckled at that. “i wouldn’t be shocked if it were the latter.”

“or,” a clicking sound had [y/n]’s ears perked up, eyes alert and hand on her knife. “there was a lot more materials that we don’t know about.”

for a second, time froze. she could feel the change in the air, the smell of gunpowder just before the shot was fired. before the sound had even reached their ears, [y/n] launched herself off the ground, covering the body of her younger brother with her own.

the shot rung out, embedding a bullet into the tree that was previously directly behind lo’ak.

“holy shit,” lo’ak rasped, eyes wide as he stared at the spot on the tree. that could’ve been me.

not a second went by before [y/n] was back on her feet, two guns in her hands from what they ransacked.

lo’ak barely avoided another bullet, rolling to the side and behind the cover of a dead log. he gasped for air, the overwhelming stench of gunpowder clouding his senses. he couldn’t even see the familiar body of his sister.

but, from where he hid, he did watch the mutual interaction as they shot back and forth, one bullet after another. he felt pride swell in his chest as an avatar’s body dropped across from his sister’s side of the forest.

he shakily clutched his intercom necklace, words quiet as he told her, “one down, two more.” he was at the perfect position for spying, if not helpful for the battle field. “more left—your left. a branch above,” he directed, smiling as yet another fell.

“where’s the last one?” his sister questioned breathlessly in his ear. his eyes rose back up, searching the trees. where’d he gone?

it was just a second too late when he felt an extremely unnerving presence rising up behind him.

“[y/n]!” he yelled out loud, alerting his sister of exactly where he was located. the older girl stood up from her hiding place behind a tree, a gun in each hand. her eyes widened at her baby brother stuck in the grasp of an avatar.

from where he struggled, lo’ak watched the eyes of his sister. just tell me when to duck, he begged, his stare desperate and terrified. and then.. she signalled.

the boy dropped all of his weight at once, catching the avatar off-guard. he cursed in confusion at the boy’s problematic antics, the only thing keeping him from having to struggle with the na’vi boy anymore being the bullet that left [y/n]’s gun, embedding itself right between his eyebrows.

as the avatar’s body fell, silence followed. [y/n] collapsed to the ground, exhaustion creeping through her bones. lo’ak could barely move, trying to catch his breath from the major chokehold that avatar’d had on him.

eventually, someway, somehow, the two crawled back to each other. lo’ak felt himself melt in the warm embrace of his big sister, his protector.

“i’m sorry,” she sobbed, clutching his head against her chest. “i’m so sorry, baby brother. i did not mean to put you in harm’s way.”

he only chuckled, tears stinging the corners of his own eyes. “you did not endanger me, sister, you saved me.”

part ii

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #loak x reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #lo'ak x you #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x oldersister!reader #lo'ak x reader #loak x you #loak x y/n

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alternate universe | portgas d. ace

➳ categories: marine ace au, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 1.4k

➳ notes: if this fic does numbers, i might consider writing a full-length story ❤️ title came from this underrated banger -> even in an alternate universe by ysanygo

In another universe, Ace is a member of the Marines and you are his colleague from the same division.

In this universe, specifically, Portgas D. Ace, the son of the wanted Gol D. Roger in another timeline, is an exceptional Marine with a driving passion for his work and a renowned hatred for the pirates that conquer the seas. In this universe, you are Portgas D. Ace's secondhand, who later become a Commander under Captain Ace's leadership.

The admirable grit of your duo is one thing that the Marine upholds. Ordinary soldiers look up to you, while Admirals respect the dedication that you two put in maintaining the Marine code of conduct. There is no one else like your pair.

Lately, however, a few oddities have caught your attention.

"Hey. Take this to Garp's quarters."

You spin on your heel as you feel a leather bag poke your ribcage. Standing beside you is your black-haired freckled partner, whose Marine uniform is yet again unruly and not a bit presentable for the title he holds and the respect he receives. Grabbing the bag from his hold, you point at a mysterious stain on his uniform.

"What's that?" you question.

Ace follows the direction of your eyes, landing on the collar of his inner dress shirt. "Uh, this? Dunno. Got it somewhere from a battle, I guess."

You roll your eyes.

"Sure. Just another one of the dark stains that you get from a battle without the sight of blood," you deadpan. Ace's lips morph into a sheepish smile. "I know what that is, idiot."

"He-he, just checking. I thought you wouldn't notice," comes his excuse.

"Everyone notices the scent of grilled meat on you, Ace. A food stain is no different." You shake your head. "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Garp's office, you say?"

"Yeah. He should be there."

After saluting to your Captain, you march to Vice Admiral Garp's office that is located in the far west wing of the base. On your way to his office, you encounter an unpleasant sight between a horde of your men and the Vice Admiral himself.

In the far end of the hallway come the marching crowd toward the where you just came from. The Vice Admiral, with his giant and brawny build, pokes out from the crowd as he walks side-by-side of what seems to be a lanky man in his 40s, his hands restrained by a pair of handcuffs made of Seastone.

As they approach, you ask one of your men in the frontlines.

"What's the meaning of this?"

The man salutes.

"Commander. We are taking the possessor of the Memo Memo no Mi to Impel Down. We must sail this evening under Admiral Fujitora's orders."

You look past the soldier to inspect the man in question. Vice Admiral Garp washes him out by a ton with their height difference, as well as the muscular composition of their bodies. His hair is matted and unkempt, and his clothes are ragged and baggy. He has his head down as he saunters with the group, like he's afraid of being seen in this feeble state.

As he comes close, however, he raises his head, then looks at you.

"You have an interesting life," he says. Vice Admiral Garp and the Marines who hear this look at him, surprised that he has spoken since his arrival this morning.

"Me?" you ask in disbelief.

The man grins odiously.

"You're the great first mate of the Spade Pirates." Stopping in his tracks, he chuckles. The Marine behind him barks an order to continue walking. Your vision darkens. "You're— you were a great pirate."

Your men look at you, some in horror and some in anticipation of your response to the strange statements. You grit your teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you growl. "I was never a pirate."

He laughs.

"Of course not, but in your first life, you were."

Your look hardens into a glare. Garp yawns, and with a forceful push of the man's shoulder, he orders him back to walking forward.

"Stop yapping, get moving! I'm going to miss my nap time," he yells. The Marines follow suit. He then notices the bag in your hand. "Good timing, Commander (Y/N). Just in time for my departure. I'll see you in a few days."

The Vice Admiral claims his luggage.

"You're going, too, Vice Admiral?"

"The jerks up there said I must," he says.

You nod. "I see."

You go back to your post as you part ways with the pack. They transport the handcuffed man to the coastal area of the base, where a heavily guarded Marine ship is docked and a Seastone cell awaits the Devil Fruit user in its lower deck.

On their way to the coast, Ace runs into Garp, his grandfather, and decides to tag along to oversee the progress of the mission. Before the shaggy man is taken away into the ship, he speaks to Ace in a wary tone.

"Be careful with the power you hold, Fire Fist," he tells the Captain, leaving the young man disturbed as the ship prepares to sail away.

Deep in the night a couple of hours later, you reunite with Ace in the mess hall for dinner. As usual, he comes back to your table with three plates loaded with different dishes, not accounting for the seconds that he will be taking later.

With some of your men gone for the recent mission, you and Ace sit alone together at a table.

"Did you know that they were on that mission?" you ask him.

Ace chomps on a rack of ribs, the barbecue sauce staining the corners of his mouth. "What mission?"

"The one with the weird guy," you say. "Uh, I'm assuming you saw him. Old guy, messy hair, looks like he hasn't taken a bath in a month?"

"Oh." He swallows. "I saw him. He was weird. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that."

"Weird, huh? Did you talk to him?"

"He told me something about fire and a fist." The Captain laughs. "It sounds ridiculous. No wonder why he's going to Impel Down. Something must be wrong in here."

He taps the side of his head with a finger. You snort.

"He spoke to me as well," you admit. Ace looks at you through his peripheral vision as he picks up a bowl of mashed potatoes. It's heated and well-cooked, just the way he loves them. "He told me I was a pirate in my first life. Can you believe that?"

"I do," your partner chirps.

You glare at him.

"Not the time for jokes, Ace. He said that I was the first mate of the Spade Pirates, or whatever that crew is." You look down at your food, feeling the heat waves hit your face. "Is there even such a thing as the Spade Pirates?"

"We can figure that out now that Garp is gone," suggests Ace. You look unamused. "Just kidding, he-he."

After dinner, you retreat to the barracks. You change into a set of pajamas and slip under the covers of your bed. As soon as your eyelids close, you drift off to a deep sleep.

"Come with me," he tells you, flashing a smile that you have never seen before: lips tight, eyes soft. Strands of his wavy black hair blow on his face as the sea breeze comes and goes, covering his freckles and his smile of sincerity.

"I can't leave Dadan alone." You tell him. He frowns. "I'm sorry."

"She'll be safe with Luffy. Now, come on!"

He tugs your arm toward the shore, where a small boat floats on the water with a thin sail and a couple bags of food that pool around the mast. He hops in the boat. He wears his trademark hat on his head, an orange cowboy hat with a rim of red beads and two smileys in front.

"There's room for one more person and some luggage!"

"I'd rather not, Ace," you say firmly.

Ace purses his lips together. "Are you scared?"

"Uh, no? I told you, I just can't leave this place."

He rests one foot on the edge of the boat. Leaning toward you, he says, "Come with me, please. We'll travel the Grand Line together, and in a few years, maybe we can recruit Luffy into our—"

"Your pirate crew," you finish. "I-I get it, but I can't. I'm not fit for that kind of life."

"You'll be my first mate."

You sigh.

"And what will your pirate crew be named as, Captain Ace?"

He laughs heartily, his bright white teeth showing as his eyes form into crescents.

"The Spade Pirates."

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[September 1] Don’t Fall For Hollywood Bosses’ New PR Spin

'Today marks the 122nd day of the Writers Guild of America (WGA) strike and 48th day of the Screen Actors Guild and American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA) strike. The dual work stoppages have brought Hollywood to a standstill, with production halted on films and television programs, and premieres and other promotional events either scaled back or canceled. Both guilds are striking over demands that are more than reasonable, particularly given studio executives’ record pay. These demands include fair compensation for streaming media (particularly better residuals, which currently pale in comparison to what they are for network and cable broadcasts), robust studio support for health and retirement funds, and safeguards around the use of artificial intelligence. (For more on why WGA and SAG-AFTRA are on strike, read the excellent reporting of Jacobin’s Alex Press).

In a move that has shocked…pretty much no one, Hollywood bosses don’t want to share their earnings with the very storytellers responsible for generating them. At the same time, they’re happy to make workers pay the cost for their own miscalculations about streaming.

The major Tinseltown studios – organized under the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) trade association – remain stubbornly opposed to striking a fair deal with either guild. Under the leadership of AMPTP president Carol Lombardini, studios have employed brutal tactics to bust the strike, including threatening to drag things out until writers lose their homes and using management-friendly trade publications to pressure the guilds into accepting lowball offers. These tactics have backfired spectacularly: not only have they failed to end either strike, but they’ve also turned the public overwhelmingly against the AMPTP. A new Gallup poll finds that Americans back the WGA over the AMPTP by 72% to 19%, and SAG-AFTRA over AMPTP by 64% to 24%.

Aware of their reputational damage (but willfully ignorant of the anti-worker attitude that caused it), the AMPTP announced a “reset” to its approach this week – not by negotiating in good faith or meeting the guilds’ demands, but by hiring a pricey crisis-management PR firm to revamp its image! According to Deadline, the AMPTP has hired The Levinson Group – a D.C.-based PR shop best known for representing the U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team in its campaign for pay equity – to “reframe the big picture for studio and streamer CEOs who have been characterized as greedy, imperious and out of touch.”

If you’re feeling like you’ve seen this movie before, you’re not wrong. During the last WGA strike 15 years ago, studio bosses hired former Clinton comms strategists Mark Fabiani and Chris Lehane to revive the AMPTP’s flagging public image. The revolving-door duo were paid a jaw-dropping $100,000 per month by the AMPTP to strike-bust, deploying campaign-style spin attacks designed to break the WGA’s resolve.

As I wrote for The American Prospect in May:

“Fabiani and Lehane created a website with a live tally of the millions of dollars in income that guild members and on-set crew had purportedly lost by striking. They urged studio CEOs to publicly refer to WGA representatives as “organizers” rather than “negotiators” because the former “sound[ed] more Commie.” Lehane even told the press at one point that striking writers were “making more than doctors and pilots,” cynically arguing that the strike was harming “real working-class people” like below-the-line workers who had lost income from struck late-night talk shows […] Fabiani and Lehane were [also] the brains behind a “strongly worded and downright menacing” AMPTP press release breaking off negotiations with the WGA in December 2007. This move allowed the studios, which cited a protracted strike as an “unforeseeable event,” to invoke force majeure contract clauses and cancel multiple writer-producer deals worth tens of millions of dollars, severely demoralizing the WGA’s rank-and-file members.”

The parallels between 2008 and today are striking. Like Fabiani and Lehane (who have worked for scandal-plagued clients like Gray Davis, Bill O’Reilly, Lance Armstrong, and Goldman Sachs) the Levinson Group has no qualms about representing greedy and unsavory characters. Over the years, Levinson has done PR for predatory student lender Better Future Forward, reviled monopolist Live Nation/Ticketmaster, a talc mining company linked to the Johnson & Johnson baby powder cancer scandal, and Theranos fraudster Elizabeth Holmes.

And just like the ex-Clinton spin doctors, the Levinson Group boasts close revolving-door ties to powerful politicians and the news media. The firm currently represents President Biden’s personal attorney Bob Bauer and previously represented John Podesta’s family lobbying firm. Levinson partners have previously worked for an array of influential politicians, including former President Bill Clinton, Senators Jon Tester and Amy Klobuchar, Representatives Maxine Waters and Ted Lieu, and former and current Los Angeles Mayors Eric Garcetti and Karen Bass. The firm’s founder and CEO Molly Levinson spent eight years working for CNN and CBS, while two of the Levinson Group’s top managing directors are alumni of CNBC and The Wall Street Journal. With a web of strong connections to power players in the entertainment industry’s twin capitals of LA and New York, along with the nation’s capital, Levinson could help the AMPTP tilt the regulatory and media scales back in the bosses’ favor.

Though this may sound demoralizing, striking writers and actors shouldn’t lose hope. For one, consider a surprisingly uplifting parallel between 2008 and 2023. Fifteen years ago, after Fabiani and Lehane took the AMPTP’s contract, the SEIU and other unions that had previously worked with the duo severed ties with them for trying to bust the writers’ strike. Fast forward to this week: the U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team Players Association (Levinson’s star client!) publicly rebuked the firm for doing the AMPTP’s dirty work and voiced support for the dual WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. If history is any indication, it’s only a matter of time until other pro-union Levinson clients – like the majority SEIU-owned Amalgamated Bank – follow suit and sever ties with the firm.

There is also one crucial way in which 2023 is thankfully not like 2008: The Levinson Group is bad at their jobs.

Consider an August 27th New York Times article about AMPTP President Carol Lombardini*, which was almost certainly pitched or otherwise molded by Levinson flacks. The article goes to ridiculous lengths to rehabilitate Lombardini’s image:

The article passively describes Lombardini’s tenure as “marked by labor peace until now” (a peace that she has now broken) and shifts blame for her unpopular decisions to anonymous AMPTP members (how convenient!).

Article co-authors Brooks Barnes and John Koblin quote a 2014 email from then-WarnerMedia CEO Kevin Tsujihara praising Lombardini’s negotiation skills and recommending she receive a $365,000 bonus. Curiously absent from the article is any mention of Tsujihara’s high-profile 2019 resignation from WarnerMedia for pressuring actresses into non-consensual sex.

Barnes and Koblin attempt to paint a “she’s just like us” picture of Lombardini (who reportedly earns a $3 million annual salary), mentioning her upbringing in a “working-class town outside Boston” and love for Red Sox and Dodgers games.

Barnes and Koblin paint a rosy picture of the AMPTP’s “sweetened proposal” (their words) to the WGA, describing the studios’ August counteroffer as “including higher wages, a pledge to share some viewership data and additional protections around the use of artificial intelligence.” Barnes & Koblin never quote the WGA’s well-founded reasons for turning down this lowball offer, saying only that the WGA is “holding firm to demands related to staffing minimums and transparency into streaming-service viewership.”

Bizarrely, the core issue of underpaid streaming residuals (the main reason writers are demanding greater streaming transparency) is never mentioned in the article.

Barnes and Koblin frequently imply that criticism of Lombardini is unfair, describing her as an “easy target” for the “grievances of striking workers” and singling out a tweet purportedly “mocking [Lombardini] as a fuddy-duddy who hangs out at chain restaurants”.

Barnes and Koblin quote a pre-strike September 2022 Deadline interview with Teamsters organizer Lindsay Dougherty to claim that Lombardini has the “grudging respect” of union leaders who see her as a “fair individual.” They did not quote more recent statements from Dougherty, who last month tweeted that the “greedy” AMPTP had “declared war on Hollywood Labor” by refusing to negotiate in good faith with WGA and SAG-AFTRA.

In one unintentionally eyebrow-raising line, Barnes and Koblin state that Lombardini was “inspired to become a lawyer by reading articles about F. Lee Bailey.” Neither Bailey’s sordid clients (like OJ Simpson) nor his multiple disbarments are mentioned in the article.

And it’s not just me who finds the Levinson Group’s efforts laughable. Discussions of the NYT story on Reddit and Twitter are dominated by comments tying the story’s blatant reputation laundering for Lombardini to the AMPTP’s concurrent hiring of Levinson. A recent New Yorker puff piece on Warner CEO David Zaslav has been met with similar ridicule – with many commenters also pointing to Levinson’s potential influence. So too have recent stories from management-friendly trades like Deadline – all of which have failed to make a dent in strong public support for WGA and SAG-AFTRA. This is a good sign: not only is the public more inclined to side with striking workers than it was in 2008 – it’s also seemingly more attuned to the role of corporate PR flacks in shaping the media narrative. If studio bosses think they can remake the same movie and end another strike with flashy spin-doctors, they’re sorely mistaken.

So here’s my advice to the AMPTP (and it won’t cost you six figures per month to hear it): the way to fix your reputation problem is to end the strike by giving writers and actors what they want. No strike-busting comms team can rescue you from the hole you’ve dug yourself into.

As the LA Times’ Mary McNamara recently put it, “You’ve lost the war. The best thing to do now is negotiate the terms of surrender.”'

#wga strike #writers strike #sag-aftra strike #sag strike #actors strike

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Does Leona have a favorite first year/freshman?

Hello hello!!

I don’t think we can emphatically say, “This first-year student is Leona’s favorite” until he says so for himself (and even then I would advise skepticism, as Leona is extremely sarcastic ww) but we can certainly look at his past interactions!

Leona and Jack

Leona and Jack naturally have the most overlap (as they share a dorm) and possibly the most complex relationship when compared to Leona and the other first-year students. Leona's entire dorm vignette revolves around Leona and Jack sizing each other up.

A collection of information on Leona and Jack's relationship from Leona's character sheets can be found here:

・Leona and Jack pt 1 ・Leona and Jack pt 2 ・Leona and Jack pt 3

And another collection from Jack's character sheets is here:

・Jack and Leona pt 1 ・Jack and Leona pt 2 ・Jack and Leona pt 3 ・Jack and Leona pt 4

Their relationship is particularly complicated because both characters are infamous for saying one thing but then doing something else (i.e. Jack says he does not admire Leona, but when Rook recommends that he confer with someone he respects and admires, Leona is the first person he goes to. Leona will tell Jack to do things on his own and refuse to interfere, but then follow up to make sure that he is all right, etc.), but they do seem fond of one another in their own way.

Leona and Epel

Epel might have the second-most overlap with Leona as a member of the Spelldrive team, but we do not actually see them together very often.

A short collection of information on their relationship can be read here:

・Leona and Epel (and Vil)

Epel seems to greatly respect Leona, saying that he would like Leona to be his big brother, that he is kind, caring and dependable.

Leona's opinions on Epel are more rare, but Ace teases Leona about pretending that he doesn't care while immediately going to Epel's aid during Halloween, and Leona also gifts Epel with Spelldrive merchandise for his favorite team for his birthday, so he seems fond of him.

Leona and Sebek

Leona seems neutral on Sebek, which Sebek does not like at all: his entire Vargas Camp vignette revolves around him trying to get Leona to remember his name.

A collection of information on Sebek and Leona from Leona's character sheets can be found here:

・Leona and Sebek

And from Sebek's character sheets, here:

・Sebek and Leona

Leona and Ortho

Leona also seems neutral about Ortho, while being more patient with him than he is with older characters. He does not retaliate after Ortho compares him to an animal during Book 6 (earning him mockery from others).

A short collection of information on Leona and Ortho is here:

・Leona, Riddle and Idia (also Ortho)

Leona and Ace

Leona has overlapped a few times with Ace, and Ace has consistently failed to leave a good impression: Ace says "Aren’t you supposed to be a housewarden? How about showin’ some leadership?" to Leona's face, accuses him of endangering Riddle and calls him an "insufferably smug tough guy" during Halloween, as well as using him as a shield to protect himself from Floyd. Ace also mocks him about Cheka.

After the Halloween incident Leona declares that he is done with Ace and will be leaving him to his own devices (he gifts him with a salad from the cafeteria for his birthday that Ace suspects he just wanted to throw away), but ⚠️Small Playfulland Spoiler: he does rescue Ace from danger during the Playfulland event ⚠️

Information about Leona and Ace is available in the following posts:

・Ace: Standing Up ・Ace Lying (pt2) ・Ace and Riddle (pt3)

Leona and Deuce

Deuce may be the first-year student with which Leona has the least amount of overlap. They Duo together for Leona's Birthday Boy card but Deuce was not his interviewer and Deuce greets him during New Year but Leona does not respond.

While they overlap in Book 2 they don't seem to ever really interact--Leona's Vargas Camp vignette might be the one time they speak to each other!

#twstask #Leona Kingscholar #twisted wonderland

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eggplantwaffles · 2 months

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My headcanons about Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Stephanie Brown that are very special to me:

(this is are new earth versions of the characters, things are messy)

- Tim and Cass have the psychic twin bond

- Tim and Steph are messy exes but Cass and Steph are divorced

- Tim and Cass low-key think the reason Steph hangs out with Damian so much is to annoy them. This is obviously not true but they can’t think of any other reason.

- They are all obviously super smart and work very well in any duo, but when all three of them are together they become incredibly stupid.

- Cass is convinced Steph would never kill anyone, Tim thinks she would but he would probably be okay with it depending on the context, Steph hasn’t thought about it because no one’s asked

- Steph feels like she’s crazy because people think she’s dating Bruce’s kids on purpose when really she dated Tim and had her “thing” with Cass before they were adopted. Her theory is that Bruce is trying to give her money by adopting whoever she dates so she’ll marry into the family, she now lives in fear because the last thing she wants is to be a Wayne.

- Tim and Cass both think that Steph is mad at them because they don’t see her anymore. In reality they both just left Gotham long enough for her to find her footing without relying on them, so when they return she doesn’t actively follow them around. Steph knows they think she’s avoiding them but doesn’t have the energy to explain that if they wanted to hang out they could literally just text her and ask.

- The three of them combined (Red Robin, Black Bat, and Batgirl) actually make the “perfect” super hero. Red Robin is a genius, great planner, good with tech, and has leadership skills. Black Bat is the best martial artist, can read body language, is incredibly devoted to “the mission” and is highly empathetic. Batgirl never gives up, is friendly and approachable to the public, has a is great with puzzles and riddles, and is the best with crowd control. Literally all the bases are covered… too bad they have a far too complicated past for them to realize this and work together without weird tension.

- They all think Barbara Gordon is the coolest person in the world.

- They also all think that Jason Todd is incredibly annoying, but they each have different reasons for it. Tim because he beat him up at Titans Tower, Cass because he’s a murderer, and Steph just thinks he’s a “whiny bitch”

#dc comics #stephanie brown #batgirl #robin #batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #red robin #black bat

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seretoningghost · 8 months

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Tomura Shigaraki x Male Reader

Warnings : Belt play, breath play, overstimulation, masochism, light sadism (but its just Y/N enjoying the other kinks and enjoying giving them to Shigaraki)

Idk why he gives me so much inspo, I swear I have other fics in the works like Mezo and Tamaki - I swear😭

Today's Tomura's Vibe song has to be Animal by Mindless Self Indulgence.

Powerbottom Y/N

THIRD PERSON POV

Here Tomura was again, laying on the bed - legs hanging off the bed, feet planted on the ground, pants barely halfway down his thighs.

His belt ripped from its loops, and instead secured around his throat - buckled and squeezing.

Tomura's vision went hazy, tongue lolled, chin dribbling with spit.

Eyes lovestruckenly staring up at Y/N, who was moaning lovely above him - not even looking at him with the bliss from riding his poor denied cock.

Y/N kept the belt taught, listening to Tomura gasp and gargle for breath - but grinning internally as Y/N could feel Tomura's cock throb strongly with each gasp inside him.

One of Tomura's hands held tight to the fine leather belt, unable to relieve some of the tension to even sneak a breath - not like he wanted to anyways.

And his right death gripping on Y/Ns hip, fingers digging into the sexy flesh.

This time Tomura had said something along the lines of finding leadership sexy, and Y/N had to put him in his place - beneath his form.

Y/N had to make sure that despite to everyone elses knowledge - that Tomura was not in charge here.

Tomura always loved to tease Y/N - and get his very own belt used on him.

Tomura even bought a fancy belt with tightening brackets that go the full length of the belt so it could secure around his neck.

Instead of with every bounce of Y/N's hot hips - untightening slightly.

"F-Fuck..." Tomura whimpered, eyes pricking with tears, cock twitching wildly.

The dolly pink hearted cock ring around his straining cock keeping him from ejaculating right then again, just like it had all night.

Tomura knew it was fruitless to beg for release - Y/N was a real powerbottom, and didnt stop until he was satisfied.

Tomura's cock was slowly but surely getting uncomfortable - and raw, it ached and longed to fill Y/N's blazing hot tight insides with his load, but couldn't.

But he was getting more and more addicted to the sensation the more times they did this.

Tomura's eyes got a tad too murky, a soft gasp left his lips, Y/N noticed - looking down and smiling softly.

Moaning softly as he gently slowed down, giving Tomura's belt slack.

Tomura let out a long moan, taking in several panting breaths.

Both oxegyn finally running to his brain and cock - but the man is driven by the cock.

His head throbbed with the impending heavy hangover like headache for tomorrow - and he could more clearly feel the overstimulation in his limb buried deep inside Y/N.

"A-ah-...!" Shigaraki whined.

But now instead gripped tight onto Y/Ns hips, letting out soft panty "ah"s as he made shallow but rather quick thrusts up into Y/N.

Y/N grinning as he pushed his hips down into the thrusts.

Shigaraki's eyes swelled with tears, it hurt, but hurt good.

Shigaraki was at this point only being fueled by the sensation consuming and radiating from his cock.

The vessel for pleasure throbbing harshly inside of Y/N - much to Y/N's enjoyment.

"Y-Y/N~... Y/N~! I-I w-wanna cu-M!" Shigaraki was cut off as Y/N pulled taught on the belt.

Shigaraki loosing his breath and letting out a pleasured cracky squeak, cock throbbing intensely - he would have came just then.

Y/N grinned wildly, recalling how fun it was to ride him with the belt without the cock ring - Shiggy came so much when they did that, but he rarely lasted half the time the duo had been at it currently.

Shigaraki gasped lovingly, gripping tight onto Y/Ns hips, mind being consumed with the desire to pump Y/N full.

Whining animalistically Shigaraki's back arched up, chest heaving as he audibly sucked in air.

Y/N grinned, wrapping the belt around his clenched fist - his hand hardly being 6" from Shigaraki's face.

Tomura's eyes dilated to finally get his sexy hand in view - but once he did - a grin cracked on Shigaraki face.

"O-OhhhHhhhh~" Shigaraki groaned brokenly, cock throbbing again.

If his hardened nipples weren't noticable from under his black shirt before - now they were.

Shigaraki was without a doubt - if he wasn't before - in love.

Shigaraki would be slobbering over Y/N's hand gripped around the belt if it were close enough and still choking him - or be taking Y/Ns cock in his mouth.

"S-Sadist-i-ic p-puppy~" Shigaraki whimpered, tilting his head back slightly.

Y/N moaned, grinning as he leaned forward slightly, getting in Shigaraki's view again.

Tugging on the belt - Shigaraki's eyes dilated again, focusing on Y/N's face.

"Shiggy~ ohh~... Your doing s-so g-gooood for me~.." Y/N purred.

Tomura groaned weakly back, cock throbbing, the demeaning nickname got his rocks off so bad.

If he could be both complimented and degraded in one sentance with it seeming natural - he got so fucking hard.

Y/N sat up fully again, biting his lip - his own cock throbbing.

His prostate was being berated with Tomura's large size.

Y/N whimpered softly, wrapping his free hand tightly around the base of his cock - it throbbing madly in his hand.

Y/N drastically slowed, and gave slack to the belt.

"S-Shiggy~? You ready to cum baby~?" Y/N whimpered, biting his lip and shuddering.

It took a moment but Shigaraki's eyes cleared, giving a stressed loud whimper - nodding frantically.

"Y-Yea-Yeah!" He blurted raspily.

It hurt his throat to talk - but that wouldnt stop him from being verbal during sex.

His cock throbbed wildly.

"Okay~.... Hold back for me babe~.." Y/N whined, pulling off of Shigaraki's cock panting.

Shigaraki simply groaned, feeling his release get dangerously close as Y/N slowly slipped the ring strangling his cock.

But Tomura knew the punishment - he tried his very best to hold it back.

Cock throbbing with a cold pulsation as blood steadily flowed back to his red cock.

Y/N whimpered, seeing the poor sexy cock - wanting to give it a deserved stroke, but knew Tomura would burst then.

"A bit longer Shiggy~.. Your doing soooo good~...." Y/N whined, sitting down on the cock again.

Savoring each raw inch that filled his tight ass.

Finally down to the hilt, the duo panted - both of them staving off orgasm.

Y/N moaned softly, beginning to slowly bounce of Shigaraki's cock.

Y/N got to a medium pace, moaning loudly as he gripped his hand onto his cock.

"C-Cum!" Y/N moaned, instantly pulling taught on the belt.

Shigaraki groaned brokenly, dick throbbing wildly against Y/N's moving walls as he finally released his large load.

Eyes fogging over again he whimpered and moaned strained, clawing onto Y/N's hips like Y/N was the only thing keeping him alive.

Humping up into Y/Ns thrusts.

His orgasm felt like heaven, but soon another overwhelming orgasm rushed over his quivering cock.

Y/N mewling as he let go of his own cock - thick ropes of cum staining Shigaraki's shirt - even getting some on Shigaraki's cheek.

Y/N shuddering lovingly at the hot feeling seeping into him, quickly spreading throughout his insides, pooling into him.

"O-OooHhh~ agAin~!" Y/N whimpered, back arching like a slut.

Shigaraki's arching as well, as if he even heard Y/N ask, he was too long gone in pleasure.

Groaning lowly as he released another load, cock getting much more overstimulated now.

Whimpering and huffing now, out of breath as it stung - but he couldn't get enough of Y/N.

Still hard as a diamond, and throbbing wildly he kept at it.

Y/N's spine wracked with euphoria as Shigaraki kept going, moaning loudly as his cock bobbed - squirting another load messily over Tomura's shirt.

Y/N bit his tongue, groaning loudly as he grabbed tight hold of his cock - fisting his dick madly as he milked his throbbing member.

The two simply whimpered loudly and moaned, Tomura groaning loudly as he let out a orgasm laced with painful overstimulation after.

Tomura kept going however - as he was slowly softening - watching Y/N rub one more out.

Y/N moaning loudly, throwing his head back as he came again.

Shigaraki slowly pacing down as Y/Ns hips stopped moving.

Stopping - panting loudly as Y/N released his belt - his cock steadily softening inside of Y/N.

Tomura's dick throbbed wildly.

The two sat in silence, panting and enjoying eachother.

Finally Y/N sat up a bit straighter.

"You did sooooo good Shiggy~." Y/N cooed affectionately, smiling.

"Y-yeAh...." Shigaraki crackedly whispered, smiling.

"You oWe me Lots of lEMon wAter..."

"Yeah? Well your the one who buys sexy belts like these~..." Y/N grinned, teasing as he twirled the end of the belt.

Shigaraki turned red.

#bnha x male reader #male reader smut #mha x male reader #x male reader #smut #tomura shigaraki #+18 blog #+18 only #+18 content #+18 or +adult only #yaoi #yaoi bl #power bottom #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #masochistic #breathplay #overstim kink

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docochocart · 2 months

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DOCORONPA R

CHAPTER ONE

[Daily life]

Following MonoMaton's chilling announcement, things remained relatively quiet for the following week.

The group settled into their sleep-away camp environment, their stay almost beginning to resemble a vacation.

A daily routine was immediately set. The group met 3 times a day for scheduled meals, provided by Monomaton, then dispersed back into their cliques between said meals.

Drummer's cabin grew much closer throughout this week. Social Star and Bartender would gossip amongst themselves to pass time, with PT chiming in on occasion to frantically agree with Social Star.

If PT was the third wheel, that made Drummer the spare. She barely got a word in when the whole group was united.

Though she appreciated the girls' company, Drummer had found the most kinship in her passing moments with Marine Biologist.

Drummer never held her attention for long though, as she'd always quickly return to the side of Ice Skater. The two spent most of their time exploring the woods, separate from the rest of the group. Ice Skater's opinion of the group had clearly soured after she failed to secure a leadership position.

The closest thing the group had to a leader by that point was Salesman. It seemed that any activity Salesman took part in, people would follow. His care free attitude helped to keep much of the cast calm and united.

Streamer and Welder had become a menacing duo, spending their time trying to get a rise out of whoever they could. They found the most success in Trucker, often with the help of Sailor.

Sailor quickly found a stash of booze in the craft hall , begging Bartender to use her talent for "good of the group". She resisted at first, only agreeing after she was promised physical protection by him.

When Sailor wasn't with the gruesome twosome or hunting for booze, he could be found with Daredevil and Ghost Hunter. The boys had become incredibly close in their short time there, Daredevil and Streamer working hard to get Ghost Hunter out of his shell.

Cowboy and Cadet spent their days exploring the permitter, hunting for any means of escape. They did join with the gang at sundown, though Cowboy usually didn't stay long due to Welder and Streamer's shenanigans.

Rebel drifted in and out of the picture, joining the group as he pleased. While most of the group seemed to have forgotten the gravity of their situation, Rebel maintained the same caution.

A week passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. The stress of a killing game almost completely fading into the background, the cast finally began to let themselves truly unwind.

This would all change after day 7.

That morning, the group gathered for breakfast as they always did. Each student slowly trickled in, with Rebel being the last to sit for his meal.

After the class had all gathered and began eating, Salesman rose with a proposition: a beach day.

He suggested the whole class take a trip down to the lake for moral, and surprisingly most of the cast agreed. The only nay-sayers being Ice Skater, Rebel and Trucker.

After minimal peer pressure Trucker caved and agreed to join. He was shortly followed by Ice Skater, seemingly to separate herself from Rebel.

With Rebel being the only hold out Salesman moved on with the plans, beginning to discuss what food and supplies they should bring.

To the surprise of everybody but Salesman, Rebel began chiming in about what should be brought. And suddenly it seemed the whole group was in for a day trip to the beach.

The group dispersed after agreeing to meet by the lake at sunset.

Drummer attempted to get a word in with Marine Biologist on their way out, only to be completely ignored in leu of Ice Skater's brooding.

Drummer headed back to the cabin, her new friends continuing to interrupt any attempt she made to chime in.

Slowly, the idea of a lake trip began to appeal less and less to her. Eventually she silently decided to bow out of the plans, secretly hoping some others would do the same.

The day passed, and the girls of cabin 1 got completely dressed and ready for their beach trip without noticing Drummer wasn't doing the same.

They only questioned if she was joining them at the door, where she quietly said she'd pass with minimal backlash.

The girls left, and Drummer solemnly lied back down for a nap.

...

A hand gently tapped Drummer's shoulder, her eye's fluttering open. Her eyes focused in on Salesman, who stood above her in his beach attire. Personal Trainer stood silently behind him, tiredly staring at Drummer.

Salesman asked why she hadn't attended the beach day, Drummer attempting to skirt the question and go back to sleep.Salesman continued pressing the issue. Leaning in with his care free smirk, his chilling eye contact quickly broke her down.

Panicking at the passive aggressive confrontation, Drummer cautiously agreed to join in on the "fun".

The three traveled back to the beach finding a beautiful summer scene awaiting them.

As the group enjoyed their secluded summer evening, a dreadfully sweet voice boomed through the air.

The campers heads spun towards the trees, where hidden speakers sprawled throughout the camp blared a message from MonoMaton. His statement was clear, all campers were to meet back at the cabins immediately or face sudden death.

Panic shot through the crowd, quickly being quelled by a firm order from Cowboy to follow the plushies demands.

Following these orders, the cast headed back toward the base camp.

....

The cast arrived to an odd scene of several MonoMatons setting up what seemed to be a projection system. A massive silver screen had been draped, with cheap lawn chairs strewn about for the campers to claim.

Once their crude theater was properly constructed, MonoMaton cheerily announced a movie night.

The cast attempted to chime in, but the plushie refused any questions on what they would be viewing.

The cast took their seats around the screen as MonoMaton inserted an unmarked disc. The screen flashed on, the image Drummer's family spread across the massive screen.

Tears in her eyes, her mother begged for the release of her daughter. Before her statement could be completed, the screen cut to another family giving a similar tearful message.

The group stayed silent, wide eyes glued to the screen as family after family begged for their safe return. The brief mentions of ransom money and a foreign terrorist cell caught the groups attention, feeding into the gravity of their situation.

After sixteen heart-wrenching clips of friends and family, the screen cut to black. White text scrawled across the black canvas, "Eat or be eaten".

The group stood silent, shocked by what they'd just been shown.

Welder cut him off with a guttural cry, launching themselves towards MonoMaton in a fury. Before they could reach the stuffed sheep, Cowboy intercepted them, warning Welder to calm down before they got hurt with a low tremble in his voice.

Welder struggled in his arms, screaming profanities into the crowd. The cast watched on in shock as their camp's most laid back member unraveled before their eyes.

Before others could join in the panic, Ice Skater stepped up toward the front of the group.

She spoke with gravitas and efficiency, announcing that this group would devolve into chaos with no leader.

Immediately appointing herself as said leader, she announced a mandatory curfew for the group to follow.

While campers like Rebel and Trucker were clearly scuffed by the idea of having to take orders from Ice Skater, they chose to bite their tongues given the situation.

With the sun setting around them, she ordered the cast back to their cabins. In a state of shock, the cast shuffled back to their beds. Few more words were spoken that night.

...

After hours of tossing and turning, Drummer had given up on sleeping that night. Rising from from her bunk, she quietly snuck out the cabin door, making her way to the Food Hall for a late night beverage.

On her walk back, she heard a rustle in the trees, as if something approaching from the woods nearby.

Ducking behind a cabin, Drummer watched as Marine Biologist came sprinting from the trees, panic in her eyes.

Drummer cautiously stepped out, drawn to help the distressed girl. She slowly moved forward until Marine Biologist finally took notice of her, silently motioning her closer.

Marine Biologist, out of breath, took Drummer by the hand, whispering that she saw something suspicious happening at the archery range.

The cautiously girls made their way over, exchanging nothing but fearful glances on the trek to the scene.

Eventually settling behind a tree on the far side of the range, the girls peeked through the foliage. 50 feet in front of them, Cowboy and Welder stood in the in the moonlight, each armed with a bow and arrow.

They silently watched as the two had a midnight target practice, Marine Biologist nervously clinging to Drummers sleeve.

The girls silently left the scene, breaking into a sprint when they knew they were out of earshot. They quickly reached their respective cabins, barely acknowledging each other as they departed.

Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Drummer tucked herself in for a long night of tossing and turning.

...

After what must of been one hour of sleep, Drummer was shook awake bright and early for breakfast by Personal Trainer.

She attempted to turn down the invite with no avail, the girls saying they wouldn't let her stay here alone. Knowing that they were probably right, she joined them on their walk over to the craft hall.

Most of the group had already settled in and begun eating when the girls arrived, minus the usual outliers.

Drummers froze, her eyes darting around the room in fear as the events of last night came rushing back to her. She noted Cowboy and Welder had both already arrived, sitting on complete opposite sides of the room.

Her eyes traveled further back, meeting the troubled gaze of Marine Biologist. The girl helplessly stared at Drummer with Ice Skater silently eating next to her.

Marine Biologist excused herself, shyly trotting her way across the dining room to Drummer, to the clear ire of Ice Skater.

She sheepishly pulled drummer out of the exit and onto the porch of the dining hall, where the two shared a brief and quiet dialogue on what they saw.

Marine Biologist frantically questioned if Drummer had told anybody, breathing a sigh of relief after being told no.

She held out a pinky, pleading for Drummer to promise not to tell anybody what they had witnessed for both of their safety. Drummer immediately folded, swearing to secrecy.

The two reentered the craft hall, awkwardly departing like nothing had happened.

After some light pressing, the girls let up after Drummer made it clear she wasn't spilling on what she'd discussed with Marine Biologist. The girls moved on, quickly finishing breakfast and heading out into the camp.

The campers all tried to go about their days as normal, but the dread of their situation began to finally set in. The girls spent most of the day playing card games in their cabin, feudally trying to distract themselves from their situation.

They only left this isolation for their mandatory lunch and dinner. They exchanged hollow platitudes with their fellow campers.

Drummer and Marine Biologist didn't speak again that day. Any attempt Drummer made at eye contact was anxiously avoided by the other girl.

Giving up on socializing once again, Drummer sunk into herself. She spent the evening in stoic silence as her cabin-mates desperately tried to pass the time.

They finally gave up after the sun set, all going to bed with a hollow feeling in their chest. It seemed like a certainty something bad was coming, they just didn't realize how soon.

To be continued...

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #oc #dangansona #fangan ronpa #fanganronpa #docoronpa #docoronpa r #my art

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