#haha i've made myself sad again
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#i will knock you#i will knock you the series#bom thanawat#tar atiwat#noeythi#iwkyedit#thai drama#thaidrama#thai bl#bl drama#bl series#my edits.#no you can't in fact handle this thi#and neither can noey turns out#haha i've made myself sad again#this show wasn't supposed to make me sad
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HGSN 26-2
Chapter (Japanese)
(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter on the Japanese site to show the author some support)
Rough translation by me
P1
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: (It'll take a little under two hours on the Tanshou Line from Kibougayama Station, huh?...)
Yoshiki: (I haven't been to the ocean since elementary school...)
Hikaru: Whoaaa!! Coooool!!
Hikaru: What's that!? There's a building that looks like a butt!
Yoshiki: You sure are carefree...
P2
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: That reminds me...a while back...
P3
Yoshiki: I had to go to the Mikasa family's place on an errand
(Mom: Take them this as thanks for Kaoru's yukata)
Yoshiki: So I went to the shrine
Yoshiki: Then, at the torii gate...
(sfx: BZZT)
Hikaru: Huh? Why?....
Yoshiki: Dunno...After that, I was able to go inside like normal...
P4
Hikaru: ("Mixed up"...)
Yoshiki: *sighs* Enough about that, let's talk about something else. There's still more than an hour left to go.
Hikaru: Something else to talk about...I don't really have anything
Hikaru: Just stuff like the time when for some reason your room was so packed to the brim with the ghosts of old men that it made me laugh...
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: You're kidding me right?
P5
(sfx: stepping on sand)
P6
(sfx: waves)
P7
Yoshiki: Even considering it's evening, there are really few people here...Maybe everyone's gone to the new beach instead.
Hikaru: Whoa, so cool!
Hikaru: It's HUGE! The ocean's amazing!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Yaaaaay!
Hikaru: Shoes, shoes...
(sfx: waves)
P8
(sfx: waves)
Yoshiki: Hey! Come over here!
(sfx: waves)
P9
Hikaru: The ocean's great!!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Hahaha!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Woo-hoo!!
(sfx: ker-splash)
(sfx: waves)
P10
Hikaru: Hah
Hikaru: Ha
(sfx: water sloshing)
(sfx: waves)
(sfx: water sloshing)
(sfx: waves)
P11
Yoshiki: Hey, your pants are gonna get wet
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: You know, when I went into the hall, I also remembered what happened when I went into Hikaru's body
(sfx: water sloshing)
P12
Hikaru: When Hikaru was dying, he wished for things like "if only no one had to be sad" and "I don't want Yoshiki to be left alone"
Hikaru: Because I granted his wishes, things ended up this way
Yoshiki: Hikaru's...
Hikaru: ...but sorry
Hikaru: I probably won't be able to fulfill those wishes
Hikaru: I'm...going to go back to the mountain
P13
Yoshiki: ... Huh?
Hikaru: The time I attacked you recently? That was probably my true nature coming out.
Hikaru: In order to fill up the empty parts of myself, I have a desire for souls
Hikaru: It probably doesn't make sense to a human, right? I've also only just realized it myself
Hikaru: I think I was always that kind of being.
Hikaru: I've killed a lot of people too, and I might kill someone again in the future.
Hikaru: But I don't want to kill you, Yoshiki
Yoshiki: H-hold...on...a sec...! What?
P14
Hikaru: If I go back to the mountain, even if the real problem isn't solved
Hikaru: At least it'll be peaceful for the time you're alive
Yoshiki: N-no way. You can't. What have we...been searching so hard for...all this time...!
Hikaru: The monster will go away, you'll be able to accept Hikaru's death
Hikaru: And look forward, living on as a human. Happily ever after. That's for the best.
Yoshiki: You..! You want to stay, don't you!? Are you stupid!?
Yoshiki: Enough!
(sfx: splash splash)
Yoshiki: This kind of thing...isn't something you have to learn to do!!
P15
Yoshiki: Be more shameless, the way you've always been...
Hikaru: You know, Hikaru...he liked watermelon, but I like ice cream pops the best. And my favorite kind's not Gachigachi-kun but Papicco instead. I'm probably the one that likes cats.
Hikaru: And movies, too. There hasn't been a single movie I thought was boring. Hikaru hated studying, but I like it. Well, not that I'm any good at it though, haha.
P16
Yoshiki: Stop it
Yoshiki: Stop...
Hikaru: You know, I...really had a lot of fun being with you.
Hikaru: Maybe to you, I was just a replacement for Hikaru, but you gave someone like me so much. I love you, Yoshiki
Hikaru: These feelings might not be romantic and they might not be friendship. But, they're definitely my feelings.
Hikaru: Not Hikaru's, but the monster's. Mine.
P17
Yoshiki: No...
Hikaru: Yoshiki
Hikaru: Thank you for everything
Yoshiki: YOU'RE WRONG!
P18
Yoshiki: You're not a replacement for Hikaru!!!
(sfx: splash splash)
Yoshiki: I don't think of you as Hikaru anymore!
Hikaru: We don't have any other solution...so I've got no choice...
Yoshiki: You've just given up! Don't you dare push stuff like "looking forward" onto me...not now, after everything...
Yoshiki: What's so "happily ever after" about that...!?
Yoshiki: Bullshit...!!!!
P19
P20
Hikaru: Even I...
??: Even if you go back to the mountain, it won't do any good.
P21
Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun
P22
Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama
P23
Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...
Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions
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Weekly thoughts Ep 173-
Well i said last week that I'd definitely have more thoughts this week, but here I am again, kind of just empty headed as I start this. I was actually pretty excited for this episode, just because it's the first time we see Jericho undeniably as the villain, as well as his scion's first canon lines technically.
But I dunno, feedback lately is kind of killing my enthusiasm. I know the majority of readers are still enjoying the comic, but it's exhausting to see the negative comments increase, ranging from people just being disappointingly moronic about there being LGBT themes in the story, to people telling me the story is going down hill. To which... I'm sorry! But! How?! Like I'm trying to wrap my brain around it. I'm not immune to criticism, there are plenty of points in the story that I agree were not the best writing, but this is not one of them. I've seen comments ranging from "not enough is happening" to "things are only happening for the sake of conflict" and both of those points baffle me. How is everything that's transpired in the past 10 episodes alone nothing? Sorry, do I have to kill off ALL of the cast for it to be "something"? And as for conflict only happening for the sake of conflict???? I literally don't know how to respond to that. Conflict is how a story progresses. Should Rex and Jericho just have...hugged it out?? Should Jericho just have been like "Actually, you know what Claude, I think I do just need therapy. This world domination thing was a bad idea." Should Rex have, back when everyone was betraying him and joined the bad guys, been like "Actually, the systemic treatment of me is fair. I guess I'm just gonna go to jail now instead of going into hiding with these guys. See ya!"
I dunno. I've been SO sad and down the past two weeks, but typing this out I've progressed to angry haha. Mad at homophobes and media illiteracy taking away the pleasure I get from sharing this comic. In a venty way, to be clear. I definitely don't think I'll post this one anywhere else because I can see people saying I don't take criticism or something, but man. No. I can and I have. But the points made this week would make for a flat out bad and BORING story. And I'm so mad people just want my story to be so BORING because they just don't like facing negative emotions in a story. There will be a light at the end of the tunnel of this story eventually, but we're just in the tunnel currently. I'm not gonna hurry up the tour for everyone else just because you're afraid of the dark.
Raugh ok, I guess this wasn't actually much about the actual episode, was it? Ironic that the big villain monologue episode is where I finally kind of lose it and monologue myself. I guess for the sake of actually commenting on the ep...
Yes, I had lots of fun drawing this ep. I've been waiting a long time to have Jericho's scion finally "speak." There's also a lot of cracks showing in Claude that I'm glad people are taking note of. I've said it before, but Claude's development has been some of my favorite to write in the entire story, and we're still in his arc. Excited for things coming up for him.
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[𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 _𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎_𝙳𝚊𝙼𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚂𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎_]
𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝?
>[𝚈𝙴𝚂]
[𝙽𝙾]
[𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 _𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎_𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎_𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘_𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕]
Oooh- hey! I... I got something-! Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Hm, I'll take that as a no. Well, that's just sad, isn't it? Finally in range of the system and absolutely no one is here to help me. Well, actually, help is kind of a big thing to ask for, I um... Yeah no that's fine if you can't really... but uhhh, it does get awfully lonely here, in space. So, if you could maybe just stay here and talk to me for a bit? If anyone's out there...?
Who would want to talk to me anyways? After all I've done? It's alright, I get it... You- you don't have to say anything. It's not like you were much of a talker anyway, so, just keep doing what you always do. You're a great listener, by the way.
I do miss it though- Being your friend and all. You ah, get a lot of time to think up here in space... -and speaking of which, I kind of came to some sort of a realization- that you were probably the closest friend that I've ever had. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Wheatley I thought you had loads of friends!" -and you would be right! I have at least three friends, made em' all myself. But um, back to the point: you were the best of everyone, really. That's right! Waaaaay up there! The cores and the scientists... I don't know, they're all just kinda mean. Nobody has ever really treated me with so much respect besides you. Thank you. Even if I did mess everything up in the end. Hurt cores hurt other cores, that's the saying right? -Not that I'm trying to excuse anything. It's just... man.
I've thought it over about a billion times, different ways I would say and do things, things I should've said to you earlier. Hah, I really screwed it all up, haven't I? We could've just talked everything out and came to an understanding- er, well, I don't really know if you CAN talk so maybe... ASL? Could you do that? I remember a bit of it from being inside Her body- being a giant supercomputer and all-
[𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚠]
WH- Whoa! Um, wow, that's um... That's- that's really bad isn't it? Haven't got much time left... It seems... hah...
I know I've already apologized, but I feel like you deserve a better one. The um, the last one was kind of a stand-in for the better one I was planning to give you in person. It's um... A little funny now that I won't be able to. Now that I really think about it, I was probably never gonna get the chance to see you again regardless. But I already knew that, didn't I? I guess I just do this thing where I daydream about seeing you again so much that I convince myself it'll happen. Do you humans ever do that? Think about something so much you're positive that it's happened? It uh, might just be a side effect of space.
[3% 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐]
GHRAGH! Hold on a minute, let me get my bearings. That was... Strange. Everything's all blurry now. I can't... I can't really see anything. Um... God, how do I start this?
Chell. I'm sorry. I really, truly am sorry. I freaked out, I did! I stabbed ya' in the back, after everything you did to try to help us escape. I feel... Rotten. I do. I feel like the scum of the earth, if I'm being honest. Well, scum of space if you want to get technical with it- point is, you didn't deserve that. After all the nice things you did for me, given the fact that uh, you have arms I don't, I really should have been more grateful. If there was anything that I could say or do to make it right, I would in an instant. That's a promise. You deserved a better friend, and I'm sorry I couldn't do that for you.
[1% 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐]
Haha... I can feel myself sort of fading away now. It's um, kind of hard to keep my eye open... There we go. Feels easier to just let it close, not like I'm missing much anyways.
...
I'm scared.
...
When my body comes falling to earth, you'll catch me this time, will you?
#portal#portal 2#wheatley#fanfiction#does this count as a fanfiction?#more like a drabble#drabble#sorry guys
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An overdue apology
Heyo, everyone!
I don't really know if people still follow this blog, I've been away for way too long but nonetheless, I owe you all a big -overdue-apology.
Things weren't going great for me, I don't want to spam you with details, but the more I spent time away, the harder it became for me to come back. I tried to draft this message multiple times, but then I'd close the tab and run away again. I was feeling scared of returning.
I want to apologize for disappearing like that, for not answering asks/messages when I was away. I wasn't ignoring anyone, I swear. I was just too overwhelmed. And sad. And tired.
I really missed all you lovely people. I hope you're not too mad at me.
I decided to make some changes to my blog to make my content more consistent, interesting and useful. For example, I'll put the translation requests on hold, as well as the vocab lists and focus on grammar lessons and learning tips. I might open some requests every now and then but I'll try to prioritize being consistent and not overwhelming myself with many tasks I can't finish.
I also am working on a really cool surprise which I will announce later -IF people are still interested I mean haha-
Long story short : I sincerely apologize. I truly love you all, from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate everyone's support. I appreciate the messages and likes despite me being inactive for so long, it's really heartwarming. I've always put my heart into every single post I made, and I feel that you all have appreciated it and it made things worthwhile.
#I hope you guys will forgive me#before I start posting I wanted to make that clear... I figured it won't be nice if I just continue to update as if nothing happened#anyways I'm back haha#arabic-langblr#arabic langblr#personal#langblr
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Hi there! So...I wanted to make a request about an Imagine about Vash x Reader. The Reader is a like Bayonetta, a witch who has lived so many years (same as Vash). A great fighter with guns on her heels and also very flirty and sexy with him (even gave him the nickname "puppy" 'cause she thinks he's such a cutie). They're already in a relationship but Vash sometimes blushes so bad when she makes a compliment to him. On the morning, she even wears his jacket trying to be seductive to him...with a compliment like "You're a clumsy fool...but you never fail to impress. My clumsy, lovely fool"
the plant & the witch
word count; 1,159
warnings; guns, canon violence
note; today's ep made me so sad ;-; ty so much for your patience with this one!! i was so excited to write this one, i really took my time with it haha <3 i think i took a bit of both vash's personalities here, not just stampede lol i wanted some ballsy out of him but i can't help it our timid 2023 vash is so sweet. i also never touched a bayonetta game in my life, so i do apologize if i didnt write this to standards! i will always take criticism!! :)
cross-posted to ao3
the air was still hanging heavy as the group departed from the windmill village, vash walking considerably quicker than the rest.
meryl sidled up to wolfwood, nudging him with her elbow to catch his attention. he attempted to ignore her but caved as she switched from elbowing him to outright poking him in the arm and face.
"stop that, jeez. what could you possibly want?" wolfwood smacked her hand away, grumbling as he adjusted the cross on his back.
"you should go and apologize to him," meryl offered, nodding towards vash. "he's like, the ray of sunshine outta all of us and it's super depressing to watch him sulk like that."
wolfwood looked to vash then back at meryl, who raised her eyebrows in a way that said go on, test me. sighing in defeat, wolfwood picked up his pace until he caught up to vash.
"oi, needle nog-"
wolfwood stopped short at the sight of a figure suddenly appearing at the top of the dune right in front of them. immediately getting a very odd feeling, a feeling that what was looming over them wasn't human.
"stay back." wolfwood put one arm out to stop the group from advancing, his other hand ready to unsheathe the cross on his back at any moment. the figure began to descend the dune in a very graceful manner and wolfwood pulled vash behind him. "keep moving and i'll shoot!"
the figure stopped short just a bit of a ways away from the group, allowing wolfwood to realize they looked human but he was still apprehensive. he took one step forward, still ready to pull his weapon out and blow this person away, but faltered when they disappeared and suddenly reappeared right behind him.
"wha- !"
"oh, my love, how i've missed you." the figure had scooped vash up in their arms, holding him tight and kissing all over his face. "i'm so glad i found you."
vash, both thoroughly embarrassed and elated to see you again, buried his face in your neck and allowed you to carry him as you looked over the rest of the group.
"who're all these people, pup?" you asked as they all stared at you with wide eyes. "are they being mean to you?"
"pup?" wolfwood echoed as vash shook his head quickly. "what the hell is this?"
vash climbed out of your arms but stayed at your side, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke up, "(name), this is wolfwood, meryl, and roberto. guys this is (name), my. . .partner."
you poked at his reddened cheek, cooing over him as the other three shared a look amongst themselves.
"how did you find us?" meryl asked, breaking their stunned silence.
"well, after vash and i got separated, i made my way to jeneorah." you started to walk again, looping your arm through vash's to pull him along. "they, um, told me everything about what happened. i wasn't all too welcome there myself so i gave what i could and went on my way."
"gave what you could means what, exactly?" roberto inquired, taking a long swig from his flask.
"didn't want anything to do with my magic so i gave them the rest of my rations," you responded casually. "like i said, i wasn't too welcome given my relationship. left as quickly as i arrived, then made my way to yet another place i know he needed closure from."
"wait, did you just say magic?" wolfwood pressed, jogging in front of you and turning to force you to stop. "what are you, exactly?"
you chuckled and patted his shoulder, brushing by him. "one fine ass witch. at least, that's what he calls me in bed."
vash didn't say another word until you all reached the car, only speaking to bid the rest a good night as he climbed into the car's backseat to curl up. you decided to stick with the rest, joining them at the makeshift fire.
"how long have you known vash?" meryl asked, the journalist in her poking through as she wanted to know everything she could about a witch.
you tapped your chin in faux thought, enjoying the curiosity of this human. "about a hundred years now, give or take."
meryl's eyes widened as she leaned towards you, starstruck. "you don't look a day over twenty-five!"
"oh, dear, aren't you a sweetheart," you cooed. "is there anything else you wish to know?"
"yeah, what's this whole thing about magic and witches and all?" wolfwood interjected, clearly still perturbed about being brushed off so casually earlier.
"well, mister undertaker, i told you already. i'm a witch, i can do magic, what else do you want from me?" you stood, hands on your hips as you looked him up and down.
instead of looking directly at you, he was looking behind you and you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed into your back.
"give us everything y'all got," a voice demanded, "or they're toast."
your eyes darted from wolfwood to the two other bandits who came around from behind you, eyeing the car. as soon as one reached for the door handle you whirled on the bandit behind you and kicked him in the chest, knocking him over. before anyone could react, you hastily summoned malphas and his wings sprouted from your back. you took the bandits' shock to your advantage and took to the skies, avoiding their shots when they turned their attention fully to you.
"they're toying with these bandits," roberto murmured as he and meryl took shelter behind a nearby boulder. "magic, huh. never thought i'd see anything like this."
you laughed as the bandits fruitlessly shot at you, watching as they drained themselves of their ammo. within the second they ran out, you were on top of them, the guns on your heels dealing with the trio as you effortlessly glided through the air. as the sand settled you landed next to wolfwood and rolled your shoulders, the wings disappearing.
"is that enough for you?' you asked, yawning. "man, i am tired. good night, everyone!"
you made your way to the car, stopping short as a clearly startled-from-his-sleep vash barreled out with his gun at the ready.
"wha- what happened?" he asked as he lowered his gun and you chuckled, climbing into the car with him and closing the door.
"you're such a fool, my love," you murmured, pushing him to lay back as you climbed on top of him. "a clumsy fool, yet you never fail to impress me with your antics."
he watched, red-faced, as you shed your cloak and replaced it with his signature jacket that he had set aside when he first laid down. you leaned forward, one hand on his chest and the other cradling his face, basking in the view of your red-faced boyfriend as he grinned up at you like the lovestruck dork he was.
"my wonderful, clumsy, lovely fool."
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"if the specimen I enjoyed of their hospitality be of the average kind, their lives must be pretty comfortable." good for the Bilders!
the polite, casually musing, "did I tell you to go to hell?" is so funny
Bilder hating Dracula on sight <3
ahhh it's good to hear Dracula's voice again. I mean I hate him, but, you know.
"I have made pets of several." Dracula making his little jokes again...
"he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty" hahaha, the delivery of this line was so funny
the Bilders laughing and literally going like "hohohohooo" is so funny. they're just 'gotcha!!!!!!' it's great
they are so playful. good for them
I love the long talk about how this wolf isn't clever or dangerous or anything... ending with "well, and I guess he could eat a baby" haha
Correspondent not liking that door being opened
it IS a shame that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles, I agree. I love how soft his voice gets on "come along, Berserker."
"the only exclusive information" hahaha yes, kudos to you, Correspondent
I like the doorbell noise quite a lot.
And the saw noise!
I never noticed them going round to the back of the house, but um. Probably a good choice before breaking in!
Ooh, the way Jack's voice falters on "but there was no sound... that we could hear"
I LOVE the music as they open the door and see Mrs. Westenra and Lucy
my immediate reaction was DO NOT BRING BRANDY
I do love that Jack tested it to make sure it wasn't poisoned though
"there was a gentleman who had come with a message from Mr. Holmwood." HERE HE ISSSS
god, that van Helsing doesn't have any hope for Lucy to survive this anymore. his only goal is to save her from vampirism
THE TWANG COMING IN WITH QUINCEY AHAHA
also the way Jack says "Quincey Morris" he is in love
oh god Art's voiiiiice
"Her struggle back into life was something frightful to see and hear." oh god
I love Jack's uncertainty upon reading Lucy's memorandum. The vulnerability in his voice as he asks van Helsing what it means, and if Lucy is mad.
Quincey's voice is so soft and sweet when he asks to have a talk with Jack.
Man, Jack really is running around all over the place isn't he.
"I don't want to shove myself in anywhere where I've no right to be;" this is why Quincey has been gone from the book for so long.
the music while Quincey describes the vampire bat
love the "royal lot of [manhood]" line, but also the whole bit before it, with Jack being so soft and full of sympathy for Quincey, more so than himself
"What took it out?" Quincey asking the real questions
Lucy's sobbing aches to listen to
"Some may not think it so sad for us," oof, she sounds kinda bitter. perhaps insinuations have already been made? not necessarily that they killed him but that this is mighty lucky for them isn't it/that they deliberately got close to him when he was dying in order to inherit
"my belief in him helps him to have a belief in himself." YES. YES.
Mina reaching out to Lucy for comfort and support... unaware that Lucy too is plunged into a nightmare
oh she sounds so agonized when she says the letter was unopened. oh ouch.
#dracula daily#re: dracula#thomas bilder#correspondent#jack seward#van helsing#quincey morris#lucy westenra#mina murray
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Haha, I also spoil myself intentionally, but for the plot of movies, tv shows, and games I’m not super invested in. If I accidentally spoil myself (especially if I learn a character dies) I’ll cope by telling myself “I don’t know how/when it happened though”
Anyways Major Character Death!!
I’m SO disappointed in them killing off Soap and especially in how they did it! No buildup or anything! To me it was disrespectful to the character and to Neil Ellice. And then the 141 don’t even say anything and it cuts to them spreading his ashes with a simple goodbye! They could have at least made them a little more upset 🥲 also I hate how abruptly the game ended. Makarov gets away, but no mention to that at the end.
I had also initially requested what would become infinity in the palm of your hand (eternity in an hour) as a way to “cope” with 2009 Soap’s death because it’s always been on the back of my mind for years (weird, I know). But now after playing the new MW3 campaign I look like boo boo the fool because of who went and got killed off 😭 now every time I go back to reread it, it will be painful knowing what’s in store for reader for their current reincarnation of Soap.
Tldr I’m kinda not okay with MW3.
From what I've seen, it feels like they pulled it out of a hat. All names went in, but his (amongst others) came out. And I guess it's safe because he died in the OG, so the backlash can easily be deflected from within their own community when other fans come to their defence over this choice. But idk.
I agree with everything you said. It doesn't make any sense. It's jarring and misplaced, and canonically pointless. I'm not against character death. Grief is a powerful thing. But I just hate when it's so contrived and needless. It was definitely done for shock value over plot/character growth and I think they were trying to re-create the massive storm that happened when OG Soap died because they know they don't have much else going for them. It just massively missed the mark because: a) Price and Gaz had no tangible in-game relationship with Soap the same way Ghost did; and b) what does his death really amount to in the end? Nothing. It feels cobbled together and poorly thought out. It's sad when Portal 2 has better writing than your whole remake combined. Honestly, it's kind of impressive how little thought they put into this. I'm getting flash backs to DGG's Halloween.
If it's any consolation, the mythology I based the reincarnation off of in infinity would essentially just be neverending. An ouroboros. The events would happen much the same way. A knock on the door. Spiral of grief. A bog. A deal. Restart. So, you'd just wake up again and live life until whatever the old you made a deal with decides it's time to collect. You're forever stuck in a loop with your soulmate until you get it right.
The rest is just how I kinda wish it went, but this was getting very long because I have more thoughts on this than I anticipated lmao 😅
Personally, I think it would have been much more interesting if they brought in a new passel of characters and slowly chipped off the main cast in a series of horrible decisions that slowly begin to feel hollow and empty. That leave you, the player, feeling emotionally gutted with each new chapter because the choices previously are absolutely impacting the way they move forward, but they're too deep into their own revenge fantasy to see it until the very end when it's too late. Give me actions have consequences and every choice you make is directly responsible for someone's death. The realities of war. And what happens when you give a group of people the power to play god in countries they know nothing about. It would have matched the gritty tone they tried to go for with the trailers and actually served as an interesting conversation about war and how we tend to deify the military when they're just men with too much power in their hands. Instead, we have a death that means nothing. That arguably happened much too early in the series so the payoff is solely meant for clicks and reaction channels. Pointless.
And Makarov. A Russian Ultra Nationalist. I feel like that title alone says everything for me, and yet. They still somehow managed to give a Russian War Criminal so many wins. I'm just so irritated by it all.
#cod spoilers#mw3 spoilers#mwiii spoilers#call of duty spoilers#cod 2023 spoilers#SO MAD!!!#but also#it was a cheap way to get more engagement with their fanbase and theyre technically protected against backlash so#poor writing for the win (again)
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The Greedy Siren 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆｡˚ 𓇼
WC: 3,693
CW: Light mentions of Death, Self-sacrifice.
Tags: SFW, Dreams, Sirens, Yandere, Angst, Romance, Kissing, Light mentions of Imprisonment, Yearning
Pairing: Elbert Greetia x You
Inspiration: Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea by MISSIO
Minors: DNI Read more here.
Your feet were planted at the edge of the white shoreline while the incessantly chilled waters from the ocean flooded over ankles. The entire horizon was stark white, no clouds, no sun, no moon, or stars were present. It was simply an empty white void enticing you to journey to it's end, so obeying this inexplicable beckoning, you step forward and to your surprise you do not sink when you enter the water. Cautiously you tread a top the deep blue waters and after a moment, you pause to look back upon the beach, only to see the shoreline shimmer like an evanescent bubble and then disappear from your sight.
You do not panic or fear because deep within yourself you know you're being called by something and you must respond to that call. It doesn't make sense, but then again what does anything of this world so far? Further and further, you travel distantly towards the horizon that has no end in sight. A light breeze blows past you carrying faint melancholic whispers of that which entrances your soul. It sounds so lonely, like a cry of longing and sadness, and your heart yearns to comfort it. Following the breeze, the further you travel the more you wonder what it is that is truly calling you. The saturation of the blue water seems to have intensified some unnatural color. It's beautiful, exotic and rich, much like the wing of a Morpho butterfly.
After some time, you finally catch sight of something in the distance that uniquely stands out against the world of white and blue. A figure dressed in black, with gray indifferent eyes, gloved hands and a handsome face stands prominently next an object draped in a canvas cloth at his feet. You noticed that he too did not sink into the ocean beneath you, but before you could open your mouth to question him, he spoke first.
“Oh, finally! I never thought you'd make it here. I've got other things to do you know,” he huffed.
“You're waiting for me?”
“Well, of course. Do you think I'd be standing here for hours and hours on end otherwise?”
You were taken aback by his complaining of your being late that had inconvenienced him, but then asked him, “What am I to do here?”
He replied in utter exasperation, “Why, you're the offering of course. Don't you know anything about this place?”
You replied by tilting your head at him, prompting him to explain that this was the world of - the Siren. The Siren calls out in a whispered song for all beautiful things to come to him, and once you've responded to his call by entering this world, you're never able to escape again.
“Essentially, my dear, you've entered a gilded bird cage, and very soon it's bottom will open and swallow you up in it's entirety.”
“I wouldn't considered myself beautiful.”
“How modest of you, but you see, only things that the Siren considers beautiful are invited by him, and only beautiful possessions may respond to his call. Therefore, you must at least meet the bare minimum of his beauty standard.”
“If you say so,” you stare at the man in black as he nonchalantly explained you came to be in this world.
“Is there a way to escape?”
You asked him earnestly as he stood there and laughed so hard at the question that a tear formed in one of his eyes. “Oh, haha. You're entirely serious aren't you? Well, I don't blame you. No one wants to be a sacrifice, do they? However, I'm afraid there isn't a way.”
You look down at the water gently rippling beneath in defeat when he suddenly approached you, sharing the same air that you were breathing. Take a lock of your long hair in his gloved hand, he made you an offer, “It's a shame that someone as adorable as you became entangled in the Siren's call. Well, I suppose I could help you, and give you the most pleasant dream before you depart from this life. I could even join you for a bit, hm?”
His gray eyes smoldered with a sinister desire as he ogled you like a fruit ripe for plucking. Ignoring his offer, you knock his hand away from you, and you take a step backwards. He simply shrugs at your rejection and pulls the cloth off the object that had been laying next to him, revealing a beautiful glass casket. It was trimmed with the most brilliant gold and clusters of butterflies dappled it all over, such a beautiful and terrifying box to behold. When you realize it was meant for yourself, you swallowed hard, and asked, “Why the casket?”
“He'll want to watch your beauty for as long as it lasts. Although, it may be a while before you actually plunge to your watery death, you'll most likely starve to death here before you're taken below. Well, why don't you hop in now? It'll save time to have you prepared beforehand.”
He opens the lid to the casket and extends his hand to help you inside, but you refuse to enter the coffin. “I'd prefer not to be more confined than I am before I am sacrificed, and is there really no way to survive?” His deadpan stare wasn't encouraging at all, but after a moment, he finally answered you.
“I am but a humble servant of the Siren, and in all of my servitude, I've never once seen anything return to the surface or mercy bestowed, but precedents exist for a reason, don't they?” he said mockingly.
“Well, I'm not waiting around here anymore, the night is calling for me and I intend to enjoy it.” With a simple step of his foot, the shimmering blue waters beneath him opened wide, and he kicked the decorative coffin into the pitch black depths below. “Hm, if you'd like, I could send you to him now?It'll be quicker if you drown or do you wish to stay here and wait in suffering?”
“I'll stay here. If I am to die than I shall, but I'll do so on my terms. I'd like to live for as long as possible.”
He stepped over the waters again closing them back up as if they'd never been disturbed, and as he walked away from you he bid farewell, “You're a fool. Oh, give my regards to my Master, if you're able to last that long.” He laughed scornfully, and soon disappeared from your sight, as though he himself had been nothing but an shimmery illusion.
What an odd place this is.
The more you ponder over it the more it seems that this Siren is searching for something beautiful, and though you're assured that you meet his standards, that doesn't offer any consolation. Looking around the white and blue expanse, you decided to walk for as long as you could, if this was essentially a birdcage, then it won't matter where you are because you'll always be within the Siren's grasp. So, with trepidation you decide to move forward above your watery grave for as long as possible, not realizing just how much your presence disturbed the depths below.
Deep in the fathomless vast blue lays in ruins a monumental kingdom that's rotting away like driftwood. White stone temples and buildings litter the ocean floor as kelp forests sneak throughout it trying to stretch it's arms towards the surface hungry for light, much like their ruler. Treasures of gold, silver, copper, every precious metal and stone can be found scattered throughout the silent decaying kingdom, and something else, the rotting carcasses and bones of all the lives the ruler of this eerie domain deemed beautiful, but was soon cast aside with out a second thought. Sitting upon a throne of silver waves, as still a monument himself, was the beautiful Siren who longed for the most beautiful thing the world could offer him in his infinite abode of darkness. Everything around seemed frozen in time as he sat in the thick inky darkness, waiting for his sacrifice.
Ah, it's here.
His next offering, the one he hoped would finally quench the inextinguishable desire for beauty, soon he would open the surface of the ocean and pull them into the glassy sea, but something unexpected happened that the Siren did not account for. As he sat on his throne of cold luxury he could sense her steps from below, they were filled with fear, but she wasn't running in fear. Rather, it was like she was carefully searching for something or someone. Each time she took another step the depths below were illuminated with a beam of light that reached the Siren's realm below. The silent being opened it's eyes and witnessed the miracle he'd never once ever seen before , but secretly yearned for. The light was so beautiful, so transient, and luminous that it beckoned him to move from his salty abode.
Stepping onto the sea floor, he looked up towards the surface from below, and could see her footsteps tickling the surface with slow deliberate steps. When the light hit his ivory, sculpted body his iridescent scales shimmered, and his azure eyes began to cloud with something ominous and dark. It didn't take much to peak his curiosity and motivate him to ascend from his depths, whomever it was, he was going to possess – forever.
Mine.
The whispers that called to you died out long ago when you encountered that rather morbid man. This should've been a relief to you, but somehow, you were longing for those whispers. It was a rather foolish thought, longing to listen to the voice of the Siren that was going to consume you, but it couldn't be helped. In the end, you decided to completely relinquish yourself to the Siren and search for him wholeheartedly. There isn't really anyone or anything that you're attached to back home, and though you enjoyed your work at the postal service, you'd didn't live for your job. If there was one thing that you regret, it was that you wouldn't be able to enjoy watching plays from time to time, but they were a costly and rare treat, so that didn't really matter either.
Waiting for one's demise wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so silent you thought to yourself, but just for a moment you felt as if something shifted beneath you. Halting you turn around to look behind yourself wondering if the morbid man came back, but you never noticed, no you didn't even sense it – the calamitous Siren had burst through the water's surface behind you. In splashes of brilliant blue and white, spirals of water surround you both, so there was no escaping him. Looking all around yourself, you're soon met with a set of jeweled eyes, so intense and alluring that you immediately step towards the watery being.
Ethereal and beautiful could easily be understatements used to describe the god-like creature before you. Beads of water drip from his sunshine gold hair and fall onto his collar bone that is kissed with beautiful patches of silvery scales. His silver diadem was encrusted with sapphires that perfectly matched his eyes. His bare chest was broad and well proportioned, but it was his face that could be considered the most sacred and revered work of art in all worlds. Unashamedly, you reach out to touch this porcelain oppressor, but stop yourself midair and retract your hand.
The spray of the swirling waters seemed to cut through the tension you felt towards him - the tension and attraction. Hanging your head in shame at what you almost did, you grip your clothes trying to exercise self-restraint. He noticed you pulling away from him, and so he asked, “Why....did you stop?”
Looking up at him again, your reaper, the one whom you'd been called for, and now longed for, you replied, “I was- enamored, but I- I didn't have permission to touch you, I'm sorry.”
“......”
He was silently watching you, not quite sure how to respond to the honest answer. All of the living sacrifices were usually dead by the time he sunk them below, or if they were still alive, they were so enthralled with his visage that they would touch him wherever they could for as long as they could breathe. It was sickening, but he reasoned that if it was the price he had to pay for stealing the object for himself, then it was a small price to pay, but this object was different.
“I heard your song of loneliness,” she said provoking him back to reality.
“Loneliness?”
“It sounded lonely to me. Is it lonely living at the bottom of the sea?”
He stared at you like he was trying to search for the answer from inside you, and all he could see was this luminous glow all around you, and the more you seemed to glow, the more murky his eyes grew.
“Yes....it is lonely, hollow, and dark.” He draws closer and closer to you, until he is within centimeters of you. You can taste the salt in air that surrounds you both pushing you to envision what it must taste like to kiss him, and soon your thoughts are overran with the thought of sucking on his lips, and other forms of his flesh. Would they twitch, would they swell? Breaking your concentration, he leans into your ear and whispers, “I want you.”
A shiver pierces throughout your body at the sound of his low aching whisper, and though you know it means that you'll be chained to him in the depths of darkness, whether or not you live or die, you respond with the utmost sincerity, “Dear Siren, if that is what will make you happy and end your loneliness, then I gladly hand my body and my life over to you.” His heavy maddening eyes flicker with pleasure at your willingness to submit to his greed, so you swallow hard and ask him one question before he consumes you, “Before we return, may I touch you?”
He takes your hand quickly and places it onto his chest. His body is cold to the touch and perfect, it beckons you to grope it, but in your final moments that is not what you wish to offer to your beloved Siren. You move your hand from chest and gently move his bangs away from his forehead offering a chaste kiss. The two soft pads seep an unfamiliar warmth into in his body, it's a new sensation that he's never felt before, and knows will never feel again. He closes his eyes briefly as you both share the sacred and intimate moment, and when you withdraw from him, his ocean eyes are overcome with even more greed to possess you and your light.
Without hesitation, he plunges into the sea with you in toe, dragging you deeper and deeper, but not once do you look back at the surface as you've completely given yourself up to him and welcome your watery eternal rest. He doesn't feel you struggle, rather he senses your resolution to succumb to him, and that simply fans his desire to have you more. It was so satisfying to him not having a sacrifice struggle in vain or even give up the struggle just to violate him before their expiration. It was refreshing, liberating, soothing even, and now you're his.
Upon reaching his realm of greed and decay he turns around to admire your beauty and the light that you graced his darkened world with, but his murky eyes suddenly began to clear when his saw the light you cast off flickering, about to go out for eternity. No, this isn't beautiful either. This is not what he was searching for in the end. You were just a false light that gave him hope. His now dim eyes were about to cast you aside as he done to all other objects before you, and with the last bit of strength you have, and with through the pain of the saltwater stinging your eyes, you smile at the greedy, lonely Siren.
Defeated with the dying thought laying to rest with you that you too would never be enough, you shed a tear for him filled with all the hope that soon, he will find the most beautiful he's been searching for. Instead of discarding your body, the Siren pulls you toward him by your waist, and watches the iridescent tear spill from your eye, and without a thought he licks it up resting it on his tongue. He stares at you in wonder as your lifeless body floats in his arms while he contemplates what to do next with the tear your shed for him. Another miraculous thing happened in the mind of the Siren – he gave a second thought about you. He'd never done so to any of the refuse he once thought was beautiful before.
How odd.
Though you both shared the briefest of encounters, he recalled how you did not touch him forcefully, how kind you were to him, you offered him a chaste kiss, and willingly drowned yourself for him, but more than that, you offered him light and warmth – something he had never felt before. He wanted to feel it again and again.
“Beautiful. You – you're the most beautiful, and you're mine.”
Your tear that sat upon his tongue was then morphed into something else – a blue Siren's tear. He opened your mouth gently, and offered you the stone with his own tongue. After he made sure you consumed the ethereal gem, your body too began to change, and the brightest light that ever graced his watery birdcage shone throughout his kingdom.
Slowly you opened your eyes feeling slightly disoriented and tired, but strangely new. Looking around you find yourself underwater, your hair swirling beautifully around you; your skin was kissed with shimmery patches of silver and gold, and then you noticed your reflection in the glass container you're in. A gold diadem with blue gems sit upon your head and your white dress did nothing to veil your supple flesh underneath, you felt water moving over small slits located behind your ears, you no longer needed oxygen to breath. You had now become a beautiful siren yourself locked inside the glass and gold casket the black-clothed man had kicked into the sea earlier. Focusing just beyond your reflection, you see him, the greedy Siren who decided to preserve you for life at his side for an eternity, so that he may gaze upon your beauty and share in the light that only you emitted.
You touch the glass in front you and he soon swims up to the door of the coffin matching your hand with his. You smile at him happy that he seemed to finally gain what he's always wanted. His deep azure eyes that long to destroy and consume you over and over again finally soften, and he smiles wickedly at you knowing that you can never escape him, “Mine.”
Whoosh.
A stiff sea breeze rushes past you, the seagulls call overhead, and the sensation of your wet clothes sticking to your knees begin to pull your head out of it's murky stagnation. What happened? The next thing you know, you hear a rather sly voice, “Well, did you have a pleasant dream?” You turn your head to find Alfons putting his glove back on his hand.
“Alfons!? What did you do?” You finally remember that you and Alfons had been waiting at the beach for Elbert before you set out for a mission.
“Eh, just a little fun to pass the time while we wait for El. Although, I'm not entirely sure what you were dreaming about? You kept trying to plunge yourself in the ocean. It was amusing at first, but it soon became a hassle.”
“What did you tell me to dream about?”
He smirked at you and whispered into the side of your ear, “What you desire the most. By the way, are you sure you don't want to choose me instead? What you desire certainly indicates something abnormal.”
“Absolutely not, I-”
A forceful hand pulled you away from your taunter, and when you looked back you found Elbert holding you tightly. “Al, I've told you not to get too close. I won't tell you again. “
“Ah, yes, yes. I won't do it again. Well then, are we ready for our mission?” Alfons turns away without apology, and Elbert mumbles something overhead about locking you away again if this keeps happening. At this you turn to tell him fervently, “You could lock me away in the depths of the ocean, and I'll gladly drown for you, if it makes your happy, El.”
You lean in and kiss him sweetly to show your sincerity, but he engages you more fiercely with his tongue swirling in your mouth. Between each desperate and greedy kiss he tells you,“If I do that.... ha-”
He angles your head to kiss you more deeply, “....then I won't be to kiss you like this anymore, and I - I want you...”
His hot tongue reaches deep into your throat massaging every inch it could possibly touch, “.....Mmh – ha....More and more, by the day my appetite for you grows more.”
You push your tongue hard back into his mouth trying to devour him as much as he was devouring you, but he overpowers you and yanks you tightly against his body, “Ah..,” you moan.
“So, let's wait until I'm ready to consume you forever and enjoy this a bit more. Hm?” A strand of saliva gleams against the sinking sun when you nod in agreement and with a gentle pull of his hand your beloved Siren pulls further and further into his ocean of sin – that which revolves around your love within Crown.
I hope you enjoyed this story! Please let me know if you wish to be tagged in any of my content, and which characters or series.
#writing#Elbert Greetia x You#ikevil fanfic#ikevil fanfiction#Elbert Greetia fanfic#Elbert Greetia#Ikevil Elbert#alfons sylvatica#Ikevil Alfons#fanfic writing#cybird fanfic
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i dont know if the life mission movie events would go the same way it goes in canon, but i was just entertaining that timeline and made myself extremely depressed in the process. so. oops.
makes me so sad to think about the life mission movie timeline where the krang succeed in invading earth and leo would have to deal with losing his brothers all over again.
like future leo was already a sad concept initially, pair him with the fact that hes losing something he fought so hard to get back all over again? that’s extremely tragic :(
oh haha! i can't remember if i've mentioned this on tumblr or not but...
the bad future timeline does not exist in life mission! 😄✨
at least, canonically, it doesn't happen. the events in the movie have been altered and merged with the finale of the show. how that would work, you'll have to wait 😂
life mission's movie arc is already so chaotic that i don't want to add more angst to that :,D so i'll give you all the comfort of knowing that life mission has a very happy ending! we'll just get through a lot of bumps to get there 😭
you are free to speculate and imagine but i can't make leo go through that hell again 💔 if he did, i don't think he'd be the same LM!Leo we know and love. he'd be a completely different person by then.
all of the f!Leo and LM!Leo interactions are timelines converging stuff. the f!Leo in those interactions come from the movie's timeline where leo has all his brothers in the first place uwu i just like imagining that they find comfort in experiencing similar pains.
oh and speaking of f!Leo... i'm making a bad future timeline disaster twins fic that will hopefully be released next week byeeeeee-
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Hello! Glad to see this!
In that case I'd be happy to request for Valeria with a bestie readerrr YESYESSS😈😈
Tbh I've been starving for this for months.
Idk, just them bonding so well, maybe the reader is in the cartel with her, or is a simple civilian that valeria ended up being deeply fond of!
A kind-hearted and kinda dumb-ish(not naive though) reader and her just being like, "[name], please💀"
And reader having this really gen-z-ish humor, i just think she'd be so confused and pissed cuz she doesn't get the joke sometimes. Maybe reader is just like 2-1 year(s) less than her? + If they're hispanic too!😭😭😭
Sorry for my rambling💀💀💀
OH MY GOD HELLO AGAIN!!!! I LOVED WRITINF THIS SO MUCH I WAS ON A RAMPAGE 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing this!! Thanks for requesting babes!!!
Valeria Garza
Where do I START.
So, first, you’re Latino. Duh.
You’re a civilian that was lucky enough to meet Valeria.
You two probably met while getting coffee. You thought she looked pretty, so you complimented her.
“Hola, nada mas quería decirte que me gusta tu cabello!”
She was a little confused why a random person just complimented her hair. She still liked it, nonetheless.
“..Gracias.”
You were a little scared that you made her u comfortable, and after you got what you wanted from the cafe, you went home to cry.
“SOY TAN TONTA. OSÉA!”
You went back to the cafe, since it was your regular spot to just hang out to read a book. You were familiar with most of the employees.
And then, you saw HER.
YOU SAW VALERIA.
You didn’t know if you should just go up to her and apologized while making yourself look even more stupid, or just sit there.
She just SUDDENLY SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOUR MIND WENT INTO PANIC MODE.
“AY! Oh. Hola!”
She just chuckled and said hi back.
And that’s how your closest friendship bloomed.
Since you’re younger than her, it’s most likely your humor is pretty deranged.
You’ll send her random pictures of god knows what, and say hi right after.
“[Name], por favor.”
You text her super late at night, like three AM.
“Si no te chingo por despertándome en las tres de la mañana–”
Either that or you rant about how you’re glad that she’s your friend because you just finished watching a super sad movie.
“[Name], are you fucking crying.”
You playfully scold her everytime she curses. Which is like in every sentence.
You’re a little dumb, so you end up being pretty clumsy. Without her, you’d be dead by now.
She uses that against you every time you don’t wanna do a favor for her.
“Remember that one time I saved your ass from falling face-first into the concrete? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”
You aren’t aware of her being the leader of the cartel that has corrupted Las Almas. So sometimes she’s hesitant with you.
She won’t respond to your messages for days due to work, so you end up worrying about her. If you ask her why she was gone for so long then she just responds with, “I was pretty busy.”
But she makes it up by hanging out with you for a while, specifically drinking.
On a similar note, you invite her over to have a few drinks with her. Just chill.
When you drink, you become more jokeful and just insane overall.
“Haha, kinda wanna kill myself. Anyways, how’s your day?”
Sometimes concerned with your humor. Can’t tell if it’s just how Gen Z humor is or if you’re that mentally I’ll.
And whenever you two drink together, you guys turn into those Latina moms that will go insane at parties. (I have a good amount of experience with this as a Latino myself.)
Dancing together, blasting music, it’s entertaining.
You also end up talking about chisme.
“Did you hear that my neighbors just got a divorce?”
“Dime más.”
And whenever she goes to your house, she always has a gift. Especially an expensive one.
It can be from some good wine, to straight up clothes and perfumes.
“How did you get the right size?”
“… Instinct.”
(She somehow got information about you.)
Valeria just hopes that she can keep you safe from her job, and doesn’t get you killed. She tries to avoid starting anything that’s super close to you.
#modern warfare 2#mw2 x reader#modern warfare#cod#call of duty mw2#valeria garza x reader#valeria garza#gender neutral reader
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Your opinion on all the side characters? Or what you like or dislike in each of them?
Thanks for the ask, and it's a long one! Nice for a change. Let's see...
- Jonny 2x4 - one of the characters I'm guilty of neglecting... But I think he's a fun, quirky kid (even when he's supposed to be annoying). I remember when I first watched Dear Ed (where he got in a fight with Plank) the scene at the playground made me sad for him. It seems to me there's not much Jonny fanart here on tumblr compared to how Plank and him are considered icons of the show elsewhere. That's probably what makes some like me less interested in the character... I hardly react to pics of real Plank IRL, sorry Plank fans 😅
- Sarah - she's fun... c'mon! Again, non-tumblr fans are on a different planet, the hate boners people have for a 6-7(?) year-old character are entertaining... for a while. I love that she's actually intimidating and strong, she ain't just bark and no bite, another less slapstick-focused show would have handled her differently. A lot of people cheer for the scene where Ed shouts at her in Little Ed Blue, cause they want to see her get "just desserts", but I never care about that, I like her for the rabid little princess she is lol. I also like people's headcanons of her treating her brother better as she grows up, and hopefully escaping the unhealthy favoritism from her parents.
- Jimmy - even more than Sarah, the hate he sometimes gets is really tedious to me... he's always entertaining, especially his "theatre kid" moments, and his squeaky voice borders on "dog frequencies" sometimes haha. The only thing I've found slightly odd is maybe his flaws and negative traits (spoiled, Sarah always has his back, secretly a cunning little bastard) are sometimes given a free pass just because he's queer-coded, maybe? This only ever bothered me exclusively in relation to someone like Kevin being written off instead, but this my own bias, just a lighthearted observation (for real tho please tell me if this is a dumb reasoning)
- Nazz - she's the nicest and most well-adjusted "normal" kid around (if you ask me kevin ain't normal haha), but had an unfortunate starting point of "girl all the boys have a crush on", which she was never developed out of, or at least not nearly enough as she should have been. I've read something about the writers struggling to figure out what to do with her, maybe? Can't remember. Some people point out her hidden intelligence, but I think it would also be interesting to explore her negative traits, mainly I see her as slightly two-faced/flighty when it comes to how she interacts with the Eds.
Kevin - oh boy, my sense of this character is probably so skewed... The one character I used to get upset and annoyed about like an idiot, in regards to other people's takes and such, sometimes I resent the fact I ever got fixated on the character... why??? Help 🤣 I guess what torments me is that the viewer was never really meant to like him or find him interesting in any way? and doing otherwise is just a case of "fandom brainrot", I dunno what others think 😵💫 His jerk/bully role is definitely handled in more interesting ways than other shows would, there's enough meat to the character I guess it's possible to be invested in headcanons/developments. (or so I convince myself...)
Without getting too rambling, let's just say I love him as much as I'd find it entertaining to see him get incinerated by a flamethrower lmao.
Rolf - my other favorite ofc, and a much more pleasant one lol. Nothing embarrassing about loving this character, for sure. In fact I'm probably guilty of not seeing his flaws, but I guess he can be arrogant, and violent/gross with his traditions, when he could learn to be lenient considering how he's treated with a fair amount of tolerance by the cul-de-sac. But in the end he's just a kid trying to get used to a new land and culture.
Kanker sisters - I never thought much about Lee but my eyes have been opened by the implication that being the oldest one in a tough family/social background kinda excuses a lot of her behavior... But others can analyse this better than me.
I think Marie is the unfortunate middle sister who maybe had the least distinct personality? (beyond her aesthetic hinting at her being a punk chick), thankfully she's got plenty fans (btw her being underdeveloped is more food for thought for marie x nazz/nazzarie 👀...). I haven't got much to say unfortunately, other than my first eene ship was eddmarie exactly because of Marie development.
I'm guilty of seeing May as the most innocent one (certainly thanks to that bit where she cries in Hanky Panky Hullabaloo) and the only Kanker I'm keen on shipping with an Ed (the Ed).
Bro? - well... He serves his purpose haha. And he's got an interesting aesthetic. I do like people being invested in the character and even liking him or imagining a more redemptive interpretation of him. Fans have been able to like much more monstrous characters in fiction, being a Bro fan is no big deal... "I can fix him" sure go ahead! You're a saint 🤣
#god I already hate everything I wrote sorry#I try to explain myself and fail#but I hope it's satisfies your curiosity anon#asks
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20 questions for fic writers!
this kind of stuff is super neat to read from others and share and talk about sooo thank u so much for the tag @sugareey-makes-stuff!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
On its face, 40, but 5 are co-creator tags because i illustrated them, 3 of them are art for the steter bang independently posted separate from their fics, 1 was gift art for the steter vday exchange, and 1 is a 60k+ roleplay that i only wrote like half of haha. so its actually 30-31
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
365,587 but again, not all my words. Without the 8 fics mentioned up top, its at 250,197 total. the fic i co wrote is 69,599. Without any of that, my total is 180,598. if i only cut half out, its at 215,397 which is. still pretty good i guess???
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Published, I have fics for Voltron Legendary Defender, Teen Wolf, Danny Phantom, and Sk8 the Infinity. I pretty much only write for Teen Wolf right now. I have WIPs and ideas for DC, Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun, and of course Danny Phantom.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Grandma, What a Big Dick You Have! (the better to fuck you with my dear) (Sterek, WC 5,644, one shot, Rated E)
Churn My (Peanut) Butter (Steter, WC 3,074, one shot, Rated E)
A Collision of Interest is Inevitable (This is that role-play) (PompousPep, WC 69,599, part 1 of ?, Rated M)
Why (not) Me? (Sterek, WC 6,496, one shot, Rated M)
Now Hiring (Sterek, WC 5,724, part 1 of WIP series that's currently 4 parts. Rated E)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do my very best to meet my commenters however they meet me. If they just drop some emojis, i drop some back. If they give me a long, thought out comment, I give them one back. Etc etc.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
This question and 7 are both hard because I pretty much exclusively write happy endings.
A Snap, a Shudder, and a Home probably has the least upward lifting ending? It's not sad or angsty, but it speaks to unresolved tensions. The problem isn't over, even if they have a taste of peace. (Sterek, WC 1,669, one shot, Rated T)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
They all have happy endings! ARGH! The most outwardly enduringly positive fic I've written, however, is probably:
Daisies and Daffodils (You Make Me Smile) (Sterek, WC 3,864, one shot, Rated T)
I was just in such a smiley, indulgent mood the entire time I wrote it, and it still makes me warm and smiley about it now.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not technically, though I have gotten two particularly unpleasant comments. One was on a Sterek fanfic trope challenge fic, for the prompt "Forced Proximity". Stiles and Derek get put into a '7 minutes of heaven' sort of situation by Lydia and one commenter was SO MAD that I didn't tag the fic as RAPE/NONCON ????? They also lectured me about being sexist and having double standards because it wouldn't be okay if Sterek were Women, which was just all sorts of yikes. (WC 2,912, Rated M, link here.)
The other time I got a negative comment was actually on my most recently posted WIP Under My Skin, which is a Stackson fic. The hatefulness wasn't directed at the fic itself, but it WAS targeted at one of the main protagonists of the fic, as if implying I would be "punishing" said character for his "crimes" which were Being Human and Struggling. It made me super, SUPER uncomfortable and I ended up leaving the thread on read because I just got so unhappy every time I read the comment that I decided it wasn't worth even trying to explain myself. (WC 55,613, chapter 18/?, Rated E, noncon warning)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Haha.... normally I would say that's literally most of what I write, but I have a surprising number of lengthier non-smutty fics than I realized. I also legitimately have a Just Porn fic series, though, and I've written some pretty horny stuff in general. (Sterek+ others, WC 23,152, Rated E, parts 4/?)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I haven't, but I'm not opposed to doing one? I tend to prefer crossovers that are more, characters from X in setting from Y than, like, main characters interacting? But I have read a good few crossovers lately that have made me much more open TO writing a crossover in the future.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Thankfully not, yikes
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Naw, but I'd be open to it! I have blanket permissions for a lot of stuff right on my ao3 profile. (:
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeah :,^)
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
If you'd asked me this like 5 years ago I would have said Drarry. I HAVE answered this question with Drarry many times. I think, at this point in time, however, it is shifting. It very well may be Sterek. Drarry has absolutely shaped a huge amount of how I create, how I write, what i read, etc. though so it would be inappropriate to say it held no influence over me.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I think it's entirely possible i will never finish the TBHK Wondering Prince fic I started. It's somewhere between traditional fairy tale, medieval fantasy, and the witcher, with a good bit of TBHK's whimsical supernaturality.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I tend to do well with dialogue IMO, as well as general world building, both fantastical and mundane lol
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
plot. The actual beats of the story. I have wonderful, grand ideas on what a story should be! I even have thoughts on the conflicts, major stepping points, etc, but MAN do i get tripped up on the actual getting from point a to point b thematicall.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
*wiggly hand gesture* I think if it is a language you speak, and it is only occasional words or a line or two, it makes sense to use the other language, but in every spoken situation in visual media, you would get subtitles explaining what was being said if it went on longer than that. If the audience doesn't speak the language and they have to go to the end of the chapter/fic/etc to translate it, that can be enough for them to just gloss over and not even read it. Or, if you don't speak that language at all and you use google translate? you might have written something very different from your intent that people who DO speak it catch and get tripped up by. I think it's better to just, say that the character is speaking in another language and translate it in text for your readers.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
teeeeeeeeeechnically homestuck? for 'posted on ao3'?? But also, I've lowkey been writing fanfic adjacent works since i was like 6, but i don't rly wanna count that LOL
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
This bitch is my baaaaaaaaby. Stackson, WC 55,613, Chapters 18/?. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48834448
Currently a WIP but with a deadline, so it WILL be finished!
This is probably the fic that got me REALLY into writing fic on my own though. https://archiveofourown.org/works/29829636 It really brought me back to my love of writing and was the first finished work in a long ass time. I also think it's really funny and a great example of what I can do when I apply myself. (PompousPep, WC 4,545, 2 chapters, Rated M.)
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20 questions for fic writers!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
16. What are your writing strengths?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
19. First fandom you wrote for?
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
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I Can't Do This Anymore
Summary: The third and final part to whatever it is that this is haha
A/N: because I can have no peace hahahaha here y'all go. Also I've been seeing something about little me being CEO of Leigh Shaw??? What's this about? As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!
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Rolling over in the bed as you wake up, you find that Leigh isn't beside you anymore. Quickly sitting up with a frown, you scan the room and find her sitting in a robe in front of the window. The two of you were in Scotland. You were here for work and Leigh was here for you. It's the first time she has ever joined you on one of your trips. She only made the trip because every plan for you to fly out to her was canceled for one reason or another. Your boss wasn't very happy about some decisions you've recently made and it was starting to feel like you were getting punished for it.
“You’re up early,” you say, noticing that the sun isn't even up yet.
“Couldn’t sleep, actually,” Leigh keeps her eyes locked on something outside of the window.
“I’m sorry, I know how tough jet lag can be—”
“It’s not jet lag,” she interrupts, and this time she does look at you. The expression behind her eyes makes it hard for you to breathe. This is it, you think to yourself. “It’s us,” her voice cracks a little, tearing a piece of your heart with it.
You look down at your hands and think what is more important. A perfectly planned out and overly cheesy grand gesture? Or this moment, here and now, when she needs you? “What about us?” You ask, preparing for the worst and hoping for the best.
It's quiet for a moment. Everything feels still, frozen. As if time has stopped for the two of you. So that this can happen for the both of you, right here, right now. The first sound you hear in the long ten minutes that you sat in silence is her sniffling. This isn’t how you wanted things to go. She shouldn’t be crying because of you. At least, the tears shouldn’t be sad ones. You loved that you were able to make her laugh so hard that she cried before. That you’ve gotten happy tears out of her. Those are the ones she should have right now. Not the sad ones that she’s shedding.
You can’t look at her, at least not yet. “I can’t do this anymore,” she says finally. Making you shut your eyes, you take a deep breath through your nose. Bracing yourself for her words. Allowing her to speak before you swoop in and make a fool of yourself. “I love you, so so much. I…” she pauses as she wipes a few tears with her thumbs. “I thought I knew what love was before you. But,” she shakes her head and looks back out to the window. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way that I do you.”
You’re confused, you thought this would be about not loving you. That it wasn’t worth it anymore because she fell out of love with you. “Why are you saying this as if it’s a bad thing?” You finally look towards her.
“It’s not, except when it is.” She states as she plays with the necklace you bought her a couple of years ago. “I, when we, when this became a real thing. I thought I was okay with the distance. It was working, we were working. But then, I had to move out on my own again and there was no one to come home to. Then I got a roommate but it didn’t matter. It didn’t help the loneliness I felt when coming home. They weren’t you. I wanted to be coming home to you. I want to be coming home to you. But,” she sighs and she turns her head to you. “I love you. I would never ask you to give up the life you love. I mean, this place is amazing, I can only imagine all that you’ve seen of the world. All that you still have yet to see. I can’t ask you to give any of that up for me, but I want to. Because I am selfish and I want you all to myself. I want to come home from a long day at work and have you there too. I want to share ideas with you while we’re snuggling on the couch, watching a movie or a show together. I want to, I don’t know, raise a couple kids with you. I want them to have a stable environment and not worry about when you’ll come back, if you’ll come back. I want to go to dinners with my friends and not have to show up alone and have them look at me like I’m some poor cause. Did you know that they started to call you my snuffleupagus?”
“I’m sorry, snuffleupagus?” You ask, unfamiliar with the funny name.
“It’s from Sesame Street, he was Big Bird's imaginary friend that only children could see,” she explains.
“Ah, so they think you’re naive for being with me?” You inquire, she nods. “And what do you think?”
She looks down at her nervous fingers as she continues to play with her nails. She shrugs her shoulders, “Maybe I am, for thinking this could work forever.” Finally, you stand up from the bed and move closer to her. “Please, don’t come near me. I won’t be able to get this out if you come any closer.”
You sag your body as you hold back a laugh or a smile and your body fills with relief. She has no idea yet, the thought makes it harder to remain stoic. You continue to move in her direction but you pass her to get to the safe in the room. You put in the combination and you grab the small box. Then you get down on both of your knees in front of her. “Leigh,” you start and play with the box in your hand, careful to keep it out of her view. “I want those things too. I don’t want this life anymore. Being away from you has been killing me. I applied for a stable job in LA and I got it. This last year, all I’ve been working on is getting out of my contract because I don’t love this anymore. I love you, and I want to be with you. Leigh Shaw,” you open the box and hold it up for her to see. “I can’t do this anymore either. I want to build a life with you and I can’t do that if I don’t settle down and come home.”
Leigh’s eyes fill with more tears, “I, but, LA isn’t your home. You have one, you love it there. You would leave your family for some girl?”
You break into a smile, “Leigh, first off, you’re far from being just some girl. You’re my home. Besides, I was leaving them all of the time for some job. I highly doubt they’ll be upset over this.” She lets out a small laugh at your remark. “Anyway, I don’t have much of a life back there anymore. Sure, my parents and my brothers and sisters and extended family are still there. But, with this job I barely saw them anyway. And as you already know, any friends I had before, we fell out of touch years ago. This is what I want,” you assure her, “You and sunny California and your slightly crazy family that are always badgering me about quitting my job because you’re a nightmare when I’m gone apparently.” You laugh as some of their messages enter your mind. Leigh shakes her head, still annoyed by her mother and sister for doing that. You set the ring box on her lap and rise from the floor. “I love you and I want a life with you. So what do you say?”
Gingerly opening the box, Leigh looks at the piece of jewelry inside and covers her mouth. She looks up at you and opens her mouth to answer.
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“I do.”
“With the power vested in me, by the state of California and get ordained dot org. I hereby pronounce you, MARRIED!!!” Jules says excitedly as she tosses up the papers that had her speech written on them. “Kiss now!!” She directs and you stare at your stunning wife in her white dress with the sun setting behind her, providing an array of colors in the sky behind her making this more magical than you ever possibly could have imagined it being. With a content breath, you hold her face in your hands and kiss her as everyone on the beach cheers.
#sorry for your loss#fanfiction#leigh shaw#leigh shaw imagine#leigh shaw x reader#sorry for your loss imagine#leigh shaw x y/n#leigh shaw x you#Can I See You Again?#You're Here#I Can't Do This Anymore
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #133
It is Tuesday. That means it's therapy day. So that's where I went this morning.
Last week I was there, I met a kindly old gentleman with poofy white hair who really liked my hat. I had a brief, but delightful conversation with him! It was a good time!
In case you are wondering why he liked my hat, this is my hat; it is on my head in this picture:
It's a pretty great hat!! Eevee is one of my favorite Pokémon, simply because it has the capacity to adapt to anything! It looks plain, but it's secretly prismatic! Eevee is a beautiful rainbow of possibilities!
Today, I saw the kindly old gentleman again (apparently we go to the same building for therapy at the same time, I guess), and he gave me a pair of buttons that he made himself, specifically for me! These buttons have my birth name on them, and it's not spelled quite right (mine isn't supposed to have an H at the end; it's so rare to find my birth name on anything at all, let alone without the H at the end!), but I don't care!! It was delightful, and it is the thought that counts, and the fact that he even remembered my birth name at all was heartwarming!
One of the buttons was pin-on; I promptly put it on my owl bag:
And the other one was magnetic; I put it on my fridge, where I'll see it every day!
Related: if it ever becomes safe to reveal my birth name to you, then you have my permission to use either my birth name or this public one that was given to me, which I use pretty consistently on the internet; both of them are appropriate descriptors of my general existence, I think!
…I was sad when he told me that his wife said to him that he might end up accidentally creeping me out. This is something I understand well; I do kind things for others just for the sake of doing it - I don't want anything. All the same, people tend to read more into my actions than I intend, assuming that I've got some kind of ulterior motive or something. I understand why most people worry about stuff like that; most of them have trauma, and most of them have experienced what they thought was "kindness", only to have someone lord it over them all entitled-like later. It's very lame, but it is what it is. It's a little lonely to be misunderstood so frequently, but at the same time, I can understand their caution; my way of being definitely isn't typical in my world.
I wondered if, like me, he is autistic. I hope I get to talk more to him sometime; I want to hear more of his story, and how he became who he is now, if he's comfortable with sharing it. 70 years is a long time to live, and I can imagine that he has a wealth of amazing memories that I might be able to learn and grow from hearing about! But I'm not really sure what is the socially appropriate way to ask, ahahaha… 😅
…After I got back from therapy, I made a tea! Today, it was a vanilla-rose white tea; I think you might like this one about as much as the vanilla-rose black tea, actually. It's got a subtler flavor; it doesn't punch a person in the face with flowery vanilla goodness nearly as hard as the black tea version, hahaha! But that's a good thing; I don't always want my tea to punch me in the face, hahaha! Br gave me this tin a while ago, and it's still one of my favorites:
It's another loose-leaf tea, so I had to break out the tea ball again - not that I'm complaining, of course!
Today, Momma (Or Oma, for short! Or Mia, as M likes to call her, because then she's "Momma Mia", haha!) is on the windowsill! She is Mogwai's mother. She was a rather murdery stray just a few years ago (quite literally; at first she was so aggressive that she had to be kept in a separate room and I had to go in by myself with cardboard armor on my legs to feed her), but with lots of love and time to adjust, she has become very cuddly and friendly, even if she still sometimes gets into brief spats with our other cats! 🥰🥰🥰
This is how the color is after it's done brewing:
...And here's how it looked with the honey added, and the cream swirling around:
...There's so much in my world that I wish I could share with you...
Also notable today was the fact that M, J, and I went out to get sushi with J's sister. And this is a beautiful thing; due to a long and complicated string of misunderstandings, J's sister and I started off on the wrong foot and stayed on the wrong foot for a long time; she didn't understand that I am not the sort of person who speaks in implication, and so a lot of weird assumptions were made about me with subtext that wasn't actually there. I also tend to be very blunt and straightforward (but not cruel!), and people tend to perceive me as rude; for example, if I'm thirsty at someone else's house, instead of saying, "gee, it sure is hot outside," or whatever other indirect thing that hints at the fact that I need something to drink, I will come right out and say, "may I get myself a glass of water?" You would not believe how MAD this makes some people, good grief!!
Fortunately, with J's help, over time my relationship with his sister has changed for the better, and though I wouldn't consider us close yet, she at least doesn't seem to be actively suspicious and mistrustful of me anymore. We went to the local all-you-can-eat sushi place, because she had never been there; I took a few pictures of my favorite things for you:
...Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like sushi? If you do, then what are some of your favorite kinds? If you tell me, then maybe I'll give them a try someday, just to see what they're like...
...I don't have a whole lot else to write to you about today. But all the same, I'm thinking of you. I hope you're okay. I hope things will get better for you soon.
Please be safe out there, okay? Because I love you enough to write to you again tomorrow.
Your friend,
Lumine
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Hello again, it's been a while! (since the last rants after the homophobia thing haha)
I just wanted to send you and all the previous anons much love and support! I also hope that all these discussions will be seen as the humble brainstorming / sharing of experiences and ideas that they are.
As for all that was discussed before (loved the rants btw), I've said it before and I'll say it again: many people don't see stories as carefully woven threads / creative tools made by humans, they see it as tropes and mirrors. I feel like at some point experiencing stories has stopped being about "how do these things connect and what kind of interpretations can you draw from the source?" to become "what does this story says about / how can I make this story about me, myself & I?". And it doesn't help that this take echos one of the most common (but also very cliché ngl) thing that can be said about what a story is (I think we've all heard something like "stories help us learn things about ourselves").
If we go from there, what can you say to someone who sees their reflection in a story without looking or sounding like the "bad guy"? After all, how dare others question one's identity? Surely they must be some kind of puritan evil and a "x-phobe"!
I saw discussions on Twitter saying a few years ago that some people have cannibalized "leftist" jargons so much that they end up sounding like the very conservative they're trying to push back against and now "social justice" in many communities (esp in fandoms) is used as a weapon to police what everyone does in their corner, even if they're not bothering anyone else. It's too bad imo that in the court of social justice and its jargon, bullying and harrassment aren't treated as serious offenses, but I digress 🤷🏻♀️
Going back to the "people love tropes" thing, while I find it sad that it often seems they do not see anything beyond these tropes, a huge part of the blame definitely lies with the creators / companies providing this content. I agree with you 1000% that Mihoyo knew what they were doing with Alhaitham and Kaveh, what with how popular the phrase "and they were roommates!" has become. This is also why I hate when fandoms tell people like the bi anon for example that they should just "find other people like them in the community <3", because it essentially means "go be a killjoy somewhere else and spend your time dodging the content you don't want to see". I'm also not a big fan of popular fandom activties (shipping being at the top of the list, even if technically I don't mind hearing people talk about their hcs and interpretations, so long as they do it respectfully) so I understand how restrictive the experience can be.
And finally, the Kaveh situation. Both you and the anon made great points and frankly? Thank you so much for addressing all these things! Nothing irks me more than people going "omg x behaviour / outfit is SOO gay". I know it's supposed to be a facetious little joke originally and I'm also not here to bring justice to the pixels, but after hearing this so many times I'm starting to believe that many people genuinely think that you can identify a person's orientation just by looking at them. What happened to "traditional / straight men should embrace their 'femenine' side"? Idk, I think about this a lot and I've yet to truly gather my thoughts on the subject, but I do feel like this way of going about these things is a slippery slope leading straight into stereotyping territory.
Also, I feel you both when you say you don't think kavetham is a viable ship. It's of course a matter of taste and people are definitely allowed to play with different dynamics (healthy or not). I just think it's also a case of latching onto a trope (opposites attract maybe) and rolling with it. I've been friends with people whose personalities were drastically different from mine, and while it was fulfilling because we were constantly challenged by each other, let me tell you that this constant was also EXHAUSTING, to the point that it sometimes felt like having to walk on eggshells to keep the balance stable. So yeah, while I can see the appeal in a ship like kavetham, I'm not a fan. I could enjoy it if people focused more on the fragility and vulnerability that such a relationship can create, but alas. I suppose top/bottom discouse brings much more instant gratification.
Anyway, I think the girlies here (and all those who wish to join) should form an alliance and keep doing their things away from the drama. I'm really glad that your blog is a safe space to vent and talk about these things 💜
Glad to see you again, Anon! 💚
I never imagined that stating I'm not into BL in my bio would spark so much discussion on the topic of modern fandom culture. Not that I mind since I enjoy talking about these things, but it does make me wonder if there should be a dedicated space for it so everyone can talk about it together. In the meantime, I am more than happy to be a safe space for others to vent their frustrations and share their opinions on the topic 😊
We talked before about how people project themselves onto stories and characters, and you also made a really good addition to this that I haven't thought of before. It does seem like people stopped interpreting stories for their message/idea, and are now using it as a way to validate themselves instead. It makes me wonder what it is about modern Western culture that's pushing people to project so heavily onto entertainment media.
I won't comment too much on political jargon since I am not American, and oftentimes struggle to understand American politics. One thing I have noticed, though, is that a lot of Americans view everything around them through a political lens, even when said thing or person has nothing to do with politics. They jump to conclusions about where on the political spectrum said thing or person lies based on whether it aligns with their views, and then judge it to be either good or bad. No in-between.
And I also agree that the social justice camp has done a 180, and went from promoting equality and acceptance, to now policing everyone who doesn't adhere to their strict views of what is morally correct. It has led to a rejection of equality. I also wonder why these people feel the need to police everyone around them. Are they trying to make up for something deep down?
I am also very thankful to the anon for opening discussion on the issue of people assuming character sexuality based on physical attributes or behaviors. As we talked at length prior, the term "coding" is being thrown around everywhere to justify people's headcanons about characters. We've gone past sliding down the slope of stereotyping, because I've seen people use stereotypes to describe characters, and parade them as proof that the character is gay-coded.
For example, I saw someone say Kaveh is gay-coded because he whines and complains a lot, dresses feminine, and shows no interest in women (Said person also said a lot of other WILD things to try and defend their point. It was one of the most surreal conversations I've ever had). Some of this stereotyping started out as a joke, as you said, but lately it doesn't feel like a joke anymore.
Glad you are also of the opinion that Kaveh and Haitham wouldn't make a good romantic couple! Every time I see someone compile a list of how they're designed as a pair, and therefore meant to be lovers, I want to write a list stating why their personalities wouldn't make them work. Or if they do start dating, then why it would inevitably fall apart. But I digress.
I feel you when you say you've been friends with someone who is your polar opposite, and how difficult it can be. Though I wouldn't even call us friends because we are just too different to understand each other's point of view. It's frustrating and exhausting, for sure, which is why I commend you for being able to keep a friendship going.
Sorry for writing so much. I thought I would write less, but somehow I never can.
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts with us! It's definitely encouraging and vindicating knowing there are others who share our views out there.
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