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lizzieisright · 2 months

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hey hurt/comfort idea:

soo what about the reader and abby being best friends for years and reader always had a crush on abby. they go to a party and abby introduces her new gf to u. she always liked her but thought reader didn’t (always a bit horny around reader, but they know eachother since childhood so abby mistakes readers flirting as being flirty like friends) so reader gets absolutely hartbroken, drinks till she passes out but abby takes care of her ofc. abbys gf is always with her tho so it just hurts even more.

she avoids abby till the next frat prty or smth (maybe it’s college!au) and then they hook up, abby can’t remember cause she’s too drunk and is back w her gf

very messy but i hope u get the idea :P

(also to make it more hurtful make abby mean while she’s drunk bc she’s going through a rough time but isn’t telling anyone)

It took me so long, I'm so sorry

Palestine: what can you do

I've changed a few things (they don't hook up) because I can't deal with cheating, and I couldn't decide on what ending I wanted so there's a poll in the end.

Tags: Modern AU, childhood friends, Angst, pining and unrequited love, of course.

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Abby is a fucking God, and you come to this conclusion when you're 11 and she helps you with your stupid assignment.

When you're both 14 you start to understand that what you feel for her is not, in fact, an admiration.

You come to this conclusion when you sit in her bedroom and she jokes about teaching you how to kiss because you're a loser and you agree - and yeah, the kiss is a mess, but now you both know that you want to kiss girls. And you want to kiss one girl in particular, but Abby is your best friend and you won’t do anything that will lead to losing her.

Being a God means Abby is out of your reach and you have to live with your stupid feelings.

You're jealous of every boy who jokes around her to get her attention.

You're jealous of every girl who dares to look at her a little too long.

Abby is popular and she starts dating and it breaks your heart every time, and you can't look at other people because all your gods look like Abby.

"Why don't you go on a date?" Abby asks once when you're 16 and you're eating pizza in your bedroom, watching another marvel movie. "I think Jen likes you."

"I don't want to." What would be the point if the only person you want to date won't ever look at you this way?

"Why? Don't you get horny like the rest of us mortals?"

The worst part of being in love with your popular best friend is that she recently lost her virginity and she can't shut up about sex because she is excited about it.

"I have my hand, Abby." You roll your eyes at her.

"But it feels better when the other person does it." Abby winks and puts her hand on your thigh. "It's better, isn't it?" She rubs your thigh and your breath hitches. She looks at you, playful, and goes a little up on your thigh, and your face burns.

"You belong in horny jail, Anderson." You laugh, but don't move her hand: if you move it she'll call you a chicken, but she is a chicken enough herself to not move it further.

And she doesn't.

You live your life peacefully, dealing with your feelings as best as you can.

Then college starts and you're too busy to think about Abby 24/7 and you feel like it gets easier. Like you can breathe around her and you almost don't feel pain when she talks about her sex life.

Almost.

You know it's easy to deal with because all those girls in her bed are temporary while you're in Abby's life forever, and not because your feelings suddenly fainted. Abby likes to sleep around, she is a flirt even with you - a lot, actually, she thinks she can get away with a lot by saying she is touch-starved and then her hands wander off somewhere they're not supposed to be, and you let her, because you'll take whatever you can.

So you go through Abby's fuckboy phase with ease, because sex talk is way better than feelings talk.

A few years pass and suddenly the feelings talk starts, and you're slowly dying inside, because Abby likes someone. Abby talks about how nervous she is around her, she is always on her phone texting her, she is always busy when you want to spend time with her.

You hate this girl with all you have, because she takes Abby away, she takes everything away - Abby is not touchy anymore, she only hugs you briefly when you see her, she is not listening to you half of the time, too caught up in her fantasies.

You hope her girl is a bitch and an asshole and toxic so you can talk Abby out of it, but then Abby tells you she is going to introduce you at the party and you cry yourself to sleep that night.

"How do I look?"

"Like you need Jesus." You say honestly because Abby in the muscle tee and a pair of cargo pants makes you ache.

"Yeah?" Abby looks at you through the mirror with that fucking smirk she knows you like. "Am I fuckable?"

"We both know you prefer to be on the other end of that word, Anderson." You roll your eyes and put your shoes on only to straighten up to Abby's face way too close. She looks you up and down.

"You're very fuckable though."

"Fuck off." You huff and open the door of her apartment, hoping she won't tease you for being flustered. "Let's go before Manny gets so drunk you'll have to carry him. Again."

You spent the night in dread of meeting Abby's girl, dreaming of seeing her red flags or something to have a real reason to hate her to Abby's face, but then Abby lights up and she excuses herself to go and meet her girl, while you try so hard to not throw up from your nerves.

The girl is gorgeous.

"This is (y/n)." Abby motions at you and you smile politely. "This is Mia."

"I'm so happy to meet you." Mia smiles and she looks kind and genuine and fuck, you can't hate her. There's no jealousy in her, no fake smiles, no tense body language. "Abby loves you so much."

You swallow hard.

"I put up with so much of her shit, she doesn't have a choice." You joke and Mia laughs.

Mia is funny and cute and you understand why Abby likes her, because it's impossible not to. Mia is a type of girl that you'd think of as a bitch because she is popular, therefore arrogant, but when you get to know her she is a total sweetheart who'd help you find a way to your class if she notices you're lost.

This is hard.

This is going to break you.

You can't cope with this. You can't cope with seeing Abby's gentle gaze on Mia, with her careful touch and constant care. So you excuse yourself and go to the bar to get drunk, as if you can drown your feelings by dragging them to the bottom of the bottle. You dance and you drink, you dance and you drink and repeat it five other times until all long islands make you feel sick and you can't walk by yourself anymore. You're an independent woman and you refuse to ask for help, but when you can't order a taxi for the fifth time because your eyes are so blurry, Mia comes to you and holds you by your elbow.

"We will take you home, okay?" She says kindly and you feel your lips tremble. We.

"Jus- can you c'll a taxi f'me?" You slur, but you feel Abby's hand on your waist as she supports you. "Don't wanna ruin your night."

"You're not ruining anything." Mia says cheerfully and orders a taxi when Abby gives her your address. "Happens to the best of us."

The drive home makes you super dizzy and Abby has to put her hand between your head and the car door because you hit it all the time. The moment the car stops and Abby goes around to help you get on your legs, you throw up on the ground and it's a miracle you don't get everyone's shoes dirty.

Abby decides to carry you to your place and you can't shut up even for a second.

"I'm s'sorry guys. Not a good first impression. I really like you, Mia. You look kind. Like a grandma. In a good way, I'm sorry." Mia giggles. "Your laugh is very cute. It's cute, right Abby?"

"Yeah." Abby agrees quietly and what you don't know is that for her your drunken rant was way cuter than her girlfriend's laugh.

"Yeah. You look great together, I'm s'happy for you Abby. Haven't seen her that nervous because of a girl in years, can you imagine, Mia? You make this asshole nervous." You're chuckling sadly, you want to cry because you don't make Abby nervous.

No, you just embarrass her in front of her girlfriend because you're so pathetically in love you can't deal with it and drink half of the bar until you forget how to walk on your own.

Abby helps you change and Mia gives you water. She makes sure there is fresh air in your room and she tucks your blanket, and you close your eyes to hide your tears because Mia is so nice. She is a dream girl and Abby is so happy and there is no space for you anymore.

Because Mia took your place in that forever equation.

On the next day you text your apologies to both Abby and Mia (she followed you on instagram and asked you how you felt) and you can't deal with this. It hurts so much because you love Abby so much and you want her to be happy but it seems like the price of it is going to be your heart.

So you start avoiding her as best as possible, and what is more sad - it's not even that hard. Abby is always with Mia, fuck, Mia even asks you to come with them to hang out, which you always find an excuse not to. Library, fever, other plans, other plans again, sorry, paper is due tomorrow, my aunt is in town (she is not). Anything to not meet with them.

You still see Abby during classes and you give each other life updates, but it's been weeks since you actually hung out and you accept the reality that yes, there's no place for you in Abby's life anymore.

You cry every fucking night.

Then Abby suddenly remembers you exist and she asks you if you want to hang out, just the two of you, because she misses you. You miss her too and you agree.

You regret it the moment she cuddles you in front of her tv. She has a girlfriend now, why is she so touchy again? Did something happen with Mia that Abby came to you?

"Is everything okay with Mia?"

"Yeah, she is great." Abby says and buries her nose in your neck.

No. You can't deal with this.

So you start avoiding Abby at all costs after this - you can't shake the feeling that this is cheating, because for you Abby's touch has never been platonic, no. And it never felt platonic either, it was always giving you hope because Abby was flirting and touching the way friends don't touch each other. Maybe one day she'd finally give you a chance, you thought, but this day never came.

It is another party a month and half later - yay, Abby and Mia have been together for two months now! - and you don't know if Abby is going to come, but you hope she doesn't. You know she knows something is up and she will want her answers if she meets you.

But you have fun. You play games, you drink, you dance, you get flirted with and you forget about your pain just to get so drunk again you can't help but go outside to find a place to cry in peace.

You miss Abby, you miss her because she is a part of you and yes, you're in love with her, but she also your best fucking friend and you hate yourself for being in love with her, because it ruins your life. It has been ruining your life since you were fourteen and actually understood what you felt, but now it was getting serious.

"(Y/n)?"

Fuck.

You wipe your tears and look at Abby who is standing right in front of you.

"Hi." You squeak and she drops on the knees to look at you.

"Did something happen? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just sad. Don't worry." You try to smile but Abby's frown makes you cry more. "I'm going home anyway, so you can enjoy the party."

"What the hell are you saying? I'm not leaving you."

She should. She should leave you and not complicate it further.

Abby calls a taxi and you chuckle in your head - If you had a nickel for every time Abby was taking your drunk ass home, you'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

You tell her as much because the meme is funny and you try to be positive.

Abby helps you out of the car and this time you don't throw up.

"You know, last time I totally embarrassed myself in front of Mia." You chuckle and make your way upstairs with Abby's arm around your waist. "She is cute, I'm so happy for you."

Abby chuckles and leads you inside your apartment, but between the two of you she is mostly sober and she has some questions, and she wants her answers. You know this too, so when you sit on your sofa you feel like all your shields are crumbling: you’re giving up on hiding this from her. If this is the end, so be it.

"You've been avoiding me." Abby says quietly, looking you in your eyes like she is just a little bit mad.

"Yeah, I know." You admit with a chuckle. "You have a girlfriend now, it's so cool. When was the last time you liked someone like that? Back in school?"

"So you've been avoiding me on purpose."

"I don't think you can avoid someone accidentally, Abby.” You say, not holding back your venom. “Anyway, I’m so happy for you.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” Abby moves closer to you and you swallow your tears because there’s nowhere to run.

“Because it’s easier.” You shrug. “I just want you to be happy, okay? Does Mia make you happy?”

“Yeah.” Abby admits and you start crying again: it hurts so fucking much.

“Good. It’s good. I’m happy for you.” You sniffle and Abby huffs, annoyed.

“Stop saying that. Stop avoiding my questions.”

Inside you all hell breaks loose.

“I love you, okay?” You finally burst. “I love you, and it hurts so fucking bad and I can’t fucking see you with her or know that you’re with her! What do you want me to do? What would you do if you were me? I can’t- I can’t-” You throw your hands desperately and bite your lip, too angry with this whole situation.

“I love you too.” Abby says, confused.

“No, no Abby, you don’t understand.” You’re quiet and angry, almost spitting every word out. “I’m in love with you. I’m not jealous as a friend, Abby. I’m jealous because I want to be in her place, okay? Fuck, I wanted to be in your every girl’s place since you started dating girls!”

There is silence. You thought it would be terrifying - this silence - but right now you feel nothing except how dizzy your head is. You feel empty and there's no tears anymore. Abby stares at you in shock, her fists clenched, and you chuckle cynically.

“So can I continue avoiding you now or should I suffer more?”

“Fuck, (y/n)..” Abby sighs and rubs her forehead, going over her face with her palm. “Fuck. Don't do this to me.”

“Well.” You huff, annoyed. “Not like I have a fucking choice, Anderson.”

Abby throws her head back and stares at the ceiling while you do the same, trying to keep your drunk ass stable. You feel like eternity passes before Abby speaks again, and it is strangely comforting, having your best friend here with you, in this boat of pain, and sharing it with her.

“All these years. All these years we could have been together.” Abby sounds like she is mourning.

You thought your heart broke when you met Mia? Forget it, it's broken now.

You sob, howl almost, and Abby is suddenly holding you in her arms, placing kisses to your hair. Her heart can't handle seeing you cry, never could - yes, she tried to move on with Mia, and it worked partially, but all her effort went to shit just now. You're the most precious girl to her and nothing can change it. Abby swallows and braces herself, suddenly making a decision in her head, all her anxiety about what is a right thing to do gone.

“You know what? Fuck it. Fuck all that time we've missed. I'm not letting you go now.” Abby says in your ear and you sob even more violently. “Come on, baby, I'm here. Let me see your face.”

You can't believe it. You can't even process it: is it your drunken dream? Are you hallucinating? It would definitely not be the first time. But you look up at Abby and she gently wipes your tears and there’s so much love and hurt in her eyes it’s hard not to break into another sobbing fit.

“I've been in love with you since we were seventeen.” Abby smiles at you and you shakily smile back. “I’m sorry it came to this. But I'm here now.”

“I love you.” You say feverishly and Abby's restraint breaks.

She kisses you hungrily, practically devouring you, and you're weak, so you return her kiss and press into her, soaking in her warmth and strength. Abby is solid and tender, she holds you like she cares and you cling to her for a moment.

But then you remember yourself and push Abby away, shaking your head.

“No. You're better than this. You're not going to betray Mia like this. I'm not going to let you, Abby. We're not doing this,” You motion between yourself and her. “Behind your girlfriend's back. And I'm also fucking drunk.”

Abby chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“Come on, I'll help you get into your bed.”

Everything else after is a blur as Abby helps you change and covers you with your blanket, and you fall asleep. You can't wait for the morning to come.

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#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou

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tocomplainfriend · 3 months

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SEE!? THEY DON'T CARE!

TW: Rape, SA, Homophobia, Misogyny, Misandry

The specific censored word with "-", it's for my own reasons and comfort. It's not censored up and in tags due to filtering! Sorry if I made mistakes like forgetting of filtering or similar, I haven't used tumblr much before!

THIS IS A R-PE JOKE! THAT'S WHAT I HAVE BEEN FUCKING SAYING! ONE OF MY BIGGEST PROBLEMS WITH EPISODE 4 IS THE FACT OF "we want to write an empowering story about men getting sexually assaulted. Men victim don't get that attentio-" BITCH, YOU MADE MANY R-PE AND SA JOKES ALL THE FUCKING WAY THROUGH HELLUVA AND KNOW HAZBIN! You are the one making fun of scenarios where your male characters get assaulted or r-ped.

HOW TF DO YOU PRETEND TO BE SOOO ABOVE PEOPLE (INCLUDING VICTIMS OF SA AND R-PE) THAT'S EXPRESSED HOW THEY FELT ON THE EXECUTIONS AND WHO WORKED IN EPISODE 4. WHEN YOU YOURSELF MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT????? For some context, Sir Pent is trying to get with Cherri, but always deflects first in case she rejects him. He offers her a drink, but immediately says it's because he'll buy a drink for everyone on the club. Then he asks Cherri if they can have sex- and deflects back (a repetition joke) "Because I'll have sex with everyone here". Then he gets dragged into a room by other people, yelling wait and no! And the door closes as you heard him scream.

Out of context in the screenshot, you might even think it might be a serious scene where something happens to Pentious. BUT NO! IT'S BRUSHED OVER REAL FAST AND PLAYED AS "HAHA SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO SIR PENTIOUS AGAIN LMAOO"- it's the punchline.

Then at the end of the episode he gets out asking "Where is Cherri" (who btw is having sex with a random guy).

And please don't say "Well, he asked for it"- you know how you sound. The whole point of the joke is that he is trying to get with Cherri and failing astronomically. The point here is that he really doesn't want to have sex with a bunch of random people, but he has to do it because he is getting dragged into a room. (Again, Pentious is like Moxxie Their joke it's getting trashed and bullied by the world or people around them).

You made a whole episode about dealing with a male character's sexual assault, abuse or r-pe. Saying how much you respect victims, and your episode, it's just perfect about the topic. BlaBlaBla- no, you don't. You made all this jokes since HB season 1. This new joke was episode 6 of HH. You never acknowledge power dynamics, or coercion. You never acknowledge anything bad in your show.

Remember, as much as this shows go for LGBTQ+ representation and Queer media. As a ""Female lead show"". This jokes link back (not only to making fun of SA and R-pe itself, but to) homophobia and Misogyny. A scenario of where a man gets SA'ed or r-ped by another man or woman- leads to a scenario where the character is made fun of for not being "masculine enough" for being a victim or for not being able to defend themselves. In a scenario where this happens by a man to man, "It's funny because the victim is viewed as gay. As less masculine = gay and that's bad cause gay = weak and feminine and the idea of feminine = weak".

(There are a few jokes here and there, like Blitzo touching Moxxie's dick after making fun of him for having a baby penis.)

If you didn't notice, Moxxie gets attacked by multiple succubus, and that's apparently funny. KEEP IN MIND is not basic physical violence-no he comes out with lipstick kisses marks, the sounds effects are (ugh)... and Blitz tells him "Don't let them access any of your holes". In other concepts, I want to point out that the times when Moxxie is viewed as a bottom or feminine- he is made fun of. When Millie pegs him, he is made fun of because he is the man of the relationship, being implied as the bottom. When he wears the outfit of unhappy campers, he is extra objectified or made fun of even more than in any other episodes. He is also forcefully put on a dress in his wedding.

He is made fun of for being SA'ed for being uncomfortable scenarios:

These aren't jokes made by characters that "are bad because they are from hell". These are scripted jokes written by a person searching for the audience to laugh.

AND the reason why many audiences accept this jokes or even find them funny is because of some of these views (internalized or not) above. You'll also notice how all these jokes are directed at men (if you find an R-pe or SA joke directed at a woman in this two show, say something about it! POINT IT OUT!). People accept and write these jokes more because they care less about the idea of a man being a victim of such situation. More often than not- in the present, a woman getting assaulted or anything similar in any media gets noticed and called out. THESE JOKES OR THE NORMALIZATION OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT, ASSAULT, COERCION, OR SIMILAR TOWARDS WOMAN STILL HAPPENS!!!! There is an idea that men just tend to just want sex all times at any time. -And that a man getting SA'ed or r-ped by a woman it's just sex, cause "Why wouldn't you like free pussy". When it's a gay perpetrator is viewed as funny cause "that makes you gay or a woman" and that's apparently hilarious. Men can be r-ped no matter what. Men can be targets of all of these acts.

Remember that all the scenes of sexual abuse, harassment and r-pe in Poison are directed by the R2. Who, once again, is into r-pe porn- and they themselves said they are not an SA victim either. So remember, not even a victim trying to cope with their own R-pe or SA. This person draws and ships "R-pe ships", and tags it as "naughty men uwu" bullshit. Also, a person so obsessed with the character of Angel that they changed their name to Tony (Angel's real human name), make themselves look like him, and become a sex worker like Angel. They themselves looked at a comic of Val threatening r-pe and abuse on Angel as "thank good you have balls to draw something mean with these too, I was so bored" ???? (this stuff is in:) and cosplay and take photos of your Val x Angel ship

Congrats if you as a victim yourself thought that the scene with Angel was good. If it helped you be and feel seen. But remember the rest of the show, the hypocritical writers, don't care enough to view it as a serious topic to not joke about. Both HB and HH written by the same people (as in Vivziepop), take their sweet time to turn these topics into jokes.

What pisses off more, it's the trying to make yourself be viewed as a sensitive person about such topic. Make it seem like you are a savior for writing about it in such "serious, powerful and not sugar coded" way. But then you drop that on the fucking ground to make a joke about it when you are tired of pretending you are so good. If you were so informed of SA and r-pe, you wouldn't be making these jokes. If you knew how much SA male victims struggle to get viewed as serious or their stories taken into account-you wouldn't be this shitty.

God, you are so proud of the joke too.

My poor snake guy... one of the few characters that I like-

#vivziepop critique #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #anti vivziepop #tw sa #cw abuse #spindlehorse criticism #tw rape

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fixyourwritinghabits · 5 days

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How to Tell If That Post of Advice Is AI Bullshit

Right, I wasn't going to write more on this, but every time I block an obvious AI-driven blog, five more clutter up the tags. So this is my current (April 2024) advice on how to spot AI posts passing themselves off as useful writing advice.

No Personality - Look up a long-running writing blog, you'll notice most people try to make their posts engaging and coming from a personal perspective. We do this because we're writers and, well, we want to convey a sense of ourselves to our readers. A lot of AI posts are straight-forward - no sense of an actual person writing them, no variation in tone or text.

No Examples - No attempts to show how pieces of advice would work in a story, or cite a work where you could see it in action. An AI post might tell you to describe a person by highlighting two or three features, and that's great, but it's hard to figure out how that works without an example.

Short, Unhelpful Definitions - A lot of what I've seen amount to two or three-sentence listicles. 'When you want to write foreshadowing, include a hint of what you want foreshadowed in an earlier chapter.' Cool beans, could've figured that out myself.

SEO/AI Prompt Language Included - I've seen way too many posts start with "this post is about..." or "now we will discuss..." or "in this post we will..." in every single blog. This language is meant to catch a search engine or is ChatGPT reframing the prompt question. It's not a natural way of writing a post for the average tumblr user.

Oddly Clinical Language - Right, I'm calling out that post that tried to give advice on writing gay characters that called us "homosexuals" the entire time. That's a generative machine trying to stay within certain parameters, not an actual person who knows that's not a word you'd use unless you were trying to be insulting or dunking on your own gay ass in the funniest way possible.

Too Perfect - Most generative AI does not make mistakes (this is how many a student gets caught trying to use it to cheat). You can find ways to make it sound more natural and have it make mistakes, but that takes time and effort, and neither of those are really a factor in these posts. They also tend to have really polished graphics and use the same format every time.

Maximized Tags (That Are Pointless) - Anyone who uses more than 10 one-word tags is a cop. Okay, fine, I'm joking, but there's a minimal amount of tags that are actually useful when promoting a post. More tags are not going to get a post noticed by the algorithm, there is no algorithm. Not everyone has to use their tags to make snarky comments, but if your tags look like a spambot, I'm gonna assume you're a spambot.

No Reblogs From The Rest of Writblr - I'm always finding new Writblr folks who have been around for awhile, but every real person I've seen reblogs posts from other people. We've all got other stuff to do, I'm writing this blog to help others and so are they, the whole point of tumblr is to pass along something you think is great.

While you'll probably see some variation in the future - as people get wise to obviously generated text, they'll try to make it look less generated - but overall, there's still going to be tells to when something is fake.

I don't have any real advice for what to do about this (other than block those blogs, which is what I do). Like most AI bullshit, I suspect most of these blogs are just another grift, attempting to build large follower counts to leverage or sell something to in the future. They may progress past these tattletale features, but I'm still going to block them when I see them. I don't see any value in writing advice compiled from the work of better writers who put the effort in when I can just go find those writers myself.

#writblr #AI Bullshit #The State of Things These Days

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tollingreminiscentbells · 3 months

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In the defense of bottom!Voldemort|Tom

I'm in a mood, so I've decided to break down my thoughts on this topic and I'm putting it in the tags for anyone who is interested. With a suitably melodramatic title.

The rules here are simple: if you know you won't like this, don't read it. If you read it anyway and don't like it, that is the definition of a you problem. Okay? Okay.

So let's talk about why I think it is incorrect and, frankly, offensive to claim that Voldemort|Tom bottoming is inherently out of character.

In order to have this conversation, we're actually having a bigger conversation about sex. Because that's really what this is about.

Something that has popped up in a handful of comments on my own fic is surprise that Voldemort wants to suck Harry's cock. Now, I'm going to be charitable and assume that the people who say things like this don't realize what they're implying. But the reality is that they are operating from the assumption that a man sucking another man's dick is, at least to some extent, weak and degrading. A subservient act.

This is both homophobic and factually untrue. A significant percentage of people who like dick also like giving blowjobs. It's an enjoyable, pleasurable thing to do. And even if the physical act of sucking cock doesn't turn someone on, there are so many other reasons to want to do it. Getting off on being the source of your partner's pleasure, for one example.

But let's move on to the elephant in the room: anal sex. Specifically, the act of being penetrated. The interesting thing about bottoming is that, contrary to what some people seem to believe, it's the more powerful position. Penetration is only happening because the person bottoming is granting permission. Even if that person has ceded total control of the encounter, the fact remains that they made that decision in the first place and could un-make it at any time.

If that agency does not exist, the sex is not truly consensual. Full stop.

Moreover, a strong, dominant personality =/= topping. There is no innate correlation. This is where misogyny really comes to the table. Bottoming seen as a feminine act, and femininity conflated with weakness and submission. Do I think (most) Tomarrymort readers are consciously thinking this way? No. But that doesn't mean the underlying bias isn't present.

There are so many ways penetrative sex can play out. Yes, you get the "classic" version of the person topping being dominant and the person bottoming being submissive. But you can also get topping from the bottom, where the dominant partner in every way is the person being fucked. Or maybe no one is taking a dominant role. Et cetera. This is a broad overview, not an exhaustive list.

Do you see what none of these things have? An assumption that topping=stereotypical masculinity and bottoming=stereotypical femininity. Even with a couple that likes playing with that flavor of gender roles, it's a choice they're making. And before someone willfully misunderstands me, there is nothing wrong with that choice. But don't mistake it for something it's not.

So now that we've clarified that being penetrated is not weak, degrading, or even inherently submissive, let's bring this back to Tomarrymort.

First of all, have you read the books? Voldemort is campy as shit. High drama and a surprisingly great sense of humor (his jokes are fucked up, but also pretty funny). He's not this hyper-masculine figure. On the flip side, Harry is not an effeminate man. He's a jock who will fight you.

So from whence comes this zealous dedication some people have to a fixed dynamic that puts Voldemort|Tom in the masculine role and Harry in the feminine role? Yes, we've established that sex positions are neither of those things, but we all know that's the assumption simmering toxically in the background.

I can't say for sure, but my instincts tell me that it comes from a shallow read of both characters. Voldemort is a powerful man who commands a terrorist organization. Harry is the good-hearted hero, defined by his capacity to love. And this can get twisted into Voldemort|Tom taking and Harry giving in a very reductive way. Even when the relationship is meant to be consensual.

Obviously, I don't think this is universal. I've read a lot of incredible takes on sex in this fandom, with different top/bottom/switching dynamics. And this is fanfiction, which means you can play with characterization to your heart's content. What I'm talking about is people insisting that Voldemort|Tom must top and Harry must bottom and anything else is wrong.

Why are you so adamant about that? Have you ever given it a moment's thought? If you prefer it, you prefer it, that's all fine. But when it morphs into claiming that bottom!Voldemort|Tom is out of character and bad, things have crossed over into the arena of the absurd. Like what you like, but be aware of what you're really saying when you talk about sex.

Not conflating bottoming with weakness and topping with strength would be a good starting point. Understand that there are myriad reasons a person might want to bottom. It can be a source of relief, allowing someone else to take control so you don't have to. It can be an act of manipulation. It can be a form of domination. And sometimes it's just because bottoming is what feels good and they have more fun that way. Or it's just the kind of pleasure they're in the mood for on a random Tuesday night.

No one is telling you to read things you don't enjoy. And no one is saying that fixed top/bottom dynamics don't exist in the real world. But it's ridiculous to apply a fixed dynamic to such a degree that you get upset when other people write something else and consider a fic "ruined" by it. You really should put some thought into your biases. It's good for you. But even if you don't, when you claim a sexual dynamic is inherently out of character, you're actually just wrong. So stop doing that. It will be a net gain for all of us, including you.

#harrymort #tomarrymort #it's time for a sex talk #i prefer to write switching but there is no hierarchy here

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fortunatelyuniquepeach · 11 months

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Rudy who's got the hots for Alejandro's girl𓆩♡𓆪

Pairing: Alejandro x Rodolfo x fem!reader

cw/tags: masturbation, nsfw.

a/n: i'm aware this have many grammer mistakes and i apologize, but i'm too burned out to edit the whole thing. enjoy🫶🏼.

Rudy was actually quite surprised when Alejandro told him he's got a girl back home, usually he'd tell him the moment he likes someone but this time was too special for him he was scared it'd be ruined if he told anyone about. rudy doesn't take it to the heart knowing how dangerous it is to be open about relationships with their job.

When they are finally back home Alejandro can't wait to introduce his two favorite people to each other, he invites Rudy over for dinner that night.

Rudy doesn't think much about it ,this isn't his first time to meet someone that Alejandro's dating. usually it goes fine ,they talk a little, maybe share a few laughs and that's about it. If he's lucky he'd meet them again but with their job, dating can be really difficult to both rudy and Alejandro.

Rudy should be there anytime soon and unlikely of Alejandro, he's a little nervous this time. maybe it's because this is the first time it's actually serious and he'd die if things don't go well between his bestfriend and his sweet sweet girl. his sweet girl who's made sure everything is perfect, She's even prepared what Alejandro has told her is Rudy's favorite meal, hoping she can bribe him into liking her with doing so.

Hearing the doorbell's ringing, she anxiously rubs her hand down her pretty sundress, the one Alejandro told her to put on telling her "With how beautiful you look in that he'll like you in no time princesa". Alejandro finally opens the door as she stands behind him, waiting for the childhood bestfriends to be done with greeting each other so she can finally say hi.

Rudy's eyes widen at the sight before him ,the pretties girl he's ever seen in an even prettier dress. "this fucking jerk" rudy thinks. Alejandro's must be behind this knowing he's got a thing for sundress. He's always done this, used his partners to mess with him as a joke, at least that's what Rudy thinks it is.

"hi rudy", it's all too much for him, the angelic voice, the innocent eyes, the sweetest fucking smile and her perfect body wrapped in a dress he thinks he'll remember forever. He has to pull himself out of his thoughts to say hi back, he tries to sound as normal as possible but the giggles she lets out at his nervousness really don't help.

Alejandro watches as he tries to hide his smirk, not wanting his princess to catch him being a dirty boyfriend who enjoys his bestfriend eating his girl with his eyes and how his cheeks warm up even more every time she speaks to him. He even enjoys the way Rudy has to pull his shirt down to hide his erection, he looks at him when he does this, and Rudy feels like he could die.

the rest of the night goes as normal as it could, Alejandro's princesa being the sweetest host ever, Rudy being a terrible friend letting it all get him hard as a rock, and Alejandro letting him know he knows.

He almost knows Rudy is going to drive lousily on his way home, distracted by the thoughts of those soft, glossy lips and those soft looking thighs, he might even forget to lock his front door just trying to get to his bedroom as quick as he can. He knows that'll he fist his cock in frustration to the thought of his girlfriend, unable to lower his moans, whimpering and whining as he'd imagine her much smaller hands stroking him up and down, and thrusting against his bed needing the smallest amount of friction to cum, and he will. Harder than ever.

And as he finally comes down from his high ,the guilt starts eating at him. His thoughts are about to eat him alive telling him what a terrible terrible man he is only to be interrupted by the sound of a ringtone of an incoming text from his phone.

"we really enjoyed having you over tonight, hermano. Same time next weekend?"

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luvscr · 1 year

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selfish

simon riley x gn!reader

summary: simon gets injured on a mission while protecting you. he doesn't have a clue why you're making such a big deal out of it so you confront him about your feelings that have been bottled up for months.

warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood and injury (just mentioned), gn reader, 2nd pov

apologies for anything that's grammatically incorrect!

also posted on ao3!

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you are furious. not only did simon jump in front of a goddamn bullet that was meant for you, almost costing him his life but he has been disobeying both the head physician's and price's orders to stay put and not do anything that might put a strain on his injury or make it worse. you had caught him sneaking out of the shared gym at the base while clutching his side, right where his wound was. you two haven't spoken since the whole incident but you decided enough is enough and you refuse to let it go on like this any longer.

"simon, open up." you say, voice stern but still somewhat quiet while knocking on his door. you knew you did not have to raise your voice.

you hear the door squeak when simon opens it but stops before it can even go halfway. you can only see one of his eyes, his balaclava still on.

"what do you want?" his deep voice makes you tremble slightly. you almost forgot how easy it is for him to leave you weak in the knees.

"we need to talk."

"about what?" he huffs, clearly annoyed that you are "wasting" his precious time.

"you know damn well about what. are you gonna let me in or do you want the whole squad to hear?" you sent a mocking smile his way and you could see him rolling his eye, but it worked. the door creaked some more as you shut it behind yourself.

you've been in his room before. late-night conversations with one or two "cuppas" as simon calls them. finding comfort in each other from time to time after a flashback or a nightmare. you like to think that you two are close but with simon "ghost" riley you never know. you respect his privacy and he respects yours. no intimate information was ever shared between you or at least none you were already aware of. it was to "keep things" professional." he said. you know he doesn't even consider you a friend, more like somewhat of a co-worker but even that didn't stop you from developing romantic feelings for him. romance and feelings aren't your strong suit, but with him, it just happened.

most people would describe him as ruthless, terrifying and such. it was true. ghost was indeed a brutal person, but not simon. the man who stayed up with you countless times, rubbed your back while you were puking your guts out after a drinking game with soap went a bit too far, and all the other times that you couldn't thank him enough. not to mention those stupid jokes he makes all the time even out on the field.

"you're an asshole." you sigh. he doesn't say a thing but you could see in his eyes that he didn't expect that. "you had no right to do that."

"i saved your life and the mission was a success. i don't know what's your problem but if you continue whining like a little bitch, you might as well leave." he said in a tone you only hear when he's giving orders.

"my problem is that you almost fucking died for nothing simon!" you can feel the heat rising to your face in anger, jabbing at his chest.

you can almost feel tears of frustration peek through your eyes but there is no way you can let yourself cry in front of him. not like this.

his eyes widen for a split second then they go back to cold and wrathful.

"you were bleeding out in my arms because of a mistake that i made!" your voice cracked as you felt the lump in your throat grow and you look away from him.

"you don't get to do shit like that simon. what if things didn't work out huh? what would johnny and the others do if you died? do you have any idea-"

you don't finish, feeling your voice get strained as the seconds go by. "we- i don't want to lose you." you say, so quiet it barely counts as a whisper but he hears it just fine.

you bring yourself to look up at him again and he no longer has a harsh glare in his eyes. they have softened up, pupils slightly dilated. you can see his mask moving as if he is trying to open his mouth but he doesn't say a thing. you find the courage to take a step towards him.

it's so silent you can clearly hear your and his breaths filling the room. you raise a hand to touch his mask but he grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer and places it on his chest instead. he leans in and rests his forehead on your shoulder, hand still gripping yours. his deep voice flows to every inch of your body as he mumbles a small apology right into your ear. the hand that is lazily hanging from your side goes to caress his back. this is the first time he let you this close to him so you close your eyes to savor every last drop of this moment, even though the position you two are in is awkward and almost uncomfortable.

you decide to speak up, anger no longer present within your words. "loving you is hard.." you felt him stiffen up. "..but losing you would be much harder." you tightened your grip on him.

"we're not ordinary people, we can't afford love nor any stupid feelings in this line of work. if you're compromised mistakes are made. we both know what mistakes lead to, one wrong move and it's over." simon says leaning back, so he could look into your eyes.

you blink once, then twice and he is mere inches away from your face. his hand slowly pushes up yours to his face, under his mask. he closes his eyes, letting you do whatever you pleased. you steadily push up his balaclava, giving him a chance to back out if he wished to. he lets out a heavy sigh with a slight nod encouraging you to keep going, that it was okay. you trust him. of course you trust him, yet you close your eyes and lift it up in one go. you do not feel worthy of such thing as seeing him whole. are you even ready for this? is he ready for this? probably not. large, calloused hands touch your face. your eyes flinch together even more at the sudden contact. you feel like a fool.

you feel his thumbs caress over your eyebrows, his touch is so gentle you could cry.

"hey...c'mon now. open your eyes or are you scared i'm that ugly?" you snort at his ridiculous way of trying to lighten up the mood as you can hear him smiling into his words. you lean forward and press your face right into his chest.

"you're an idiot." you babbled into him, speech muffled. you finally look up at him and almost let out a gasp.

he was beautiful. strong jaw, plump scarred lips, long hooked nose, and-

oh..

those soft baby blues decorated with long blonde lashes, black paint smeared all around still. you've seen them stare at someone with the intention of killing, like a wild animal waiting for the right opportunity to strike, empty and hollow, red and glossy after a bad night but this... this is so much more, it's almost too much. at this very moment, his eyes are full of adoration and love but you're not even sure you can describe with words what you're seeing and feeling. everything is so intense you can't help but grip simon's waist. he lets out a small grunt and you feel your stomach sink and your face heat up at the sound he let slip. you part your lips and let your tongue run along your bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact. you're not sure who's the first one to reach the other but all you know is that you're kissing.

it's not romantic or soft. it's needy, clumsy, teeth clanking together and biting at each other. you feel a rough brush of a scar and it's like you're going to melt on his lips and then he would swallow you whole. it's euphoric and bitter at the same time. his taste is suffocating, like breathing in air after an explosion. you struggle to breathe but you don't care. you push your arms from under his and your hands go to his head, fingers carding through short ashy blonde hair and giving it a gentle tug. he smiles into the kiss, sharp canines leaving a playful bite on your lip. you pant, out of breath, foreheads pressed against one another. you can still feel him, his taste lingering, filling up your senses.

"i know i said we can't afford something like this but.." he rasps, swallowing down whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

he leans in again, lips brushing together as he muttered right onto them.

"..i want to be selfish with you."

and he just goes in for another kiss.

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod angst #cod fluff #cod x gn reader

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hi im john! or zero. i'm a LEESBO and i draw stuff : also im multifandom and i switch interests almost monthly. if you follow me for one thing you might not get that.

i'm fifteen and from the southeast of asia. i can speak different languages but i only prefer being spoken to in english lol!

also we MIGHT be mutuals. this isn't my main blog and that was actually a mistake because i didn't know how to use tumblr by the time. if you see you're being followed by some user called epicflowpow then I guess we're mutuals :') that's my main blog that im inactive on! lol! it's hard to explain

byf:

i have bad memory don't expect me to remember anything personal like ur birthday,

i make sex jokes sometimes ok if ur not comfortable lmk and ill stop,

i post what i want, i might post blood, gore, etc. anything i post may be triggering, if you don't like it block me! the only form of censoring you'll get is the tags so get ready to mute a few (ex: cw blood, cw knife, cw suicide)

my social skills suck.. you can try to talk to me but i get very nervous when talking privately and i might say things i don't mean

i am sometimes rude but it's just for fun lol i don't actually mean it,

i don't reaalyyy use tonetags but ill use them when my wording starts to sound a little serious

uhhh i make homophobic jokes because it's FUNNY. im actually a person of the bacon community though so yeah.

i like to cuss my faves out. i will say very very mean stuff about them and I won't state whether it's positive or negative. if you don't like that then you should probably not read the tags sometimes

i ironically use emojis like 😂🥺🥹😜 etc

dni: i don't have a dni because people are gonna interacr with me anyways. ill block whoever makes me feel uncomfortable and who not (pr/shipp*rs are not exceptions lol ALL will be blocked)

also i do requests! here are like. rules for my requests n stuff:

i think im most likely to do EVERY request you guys give me, so go crazy! i just won't do it quickly. because im not an art machine

i do any reqs, but i will less likely do/will put for last the oc requests lol :)

okay when I said any reqs i lied: just don't request me taco x pickle loll it's for the sake of some of my mutuals :) i can still draw them hanging out but it won't be tagged as ship or implied ship

i also do any fandom but again i will less likely do fandoms im not in lol

uhh. if im uncomfortable with a ship in particular ill just ignore your req don't bother sending it again or im gonna give you a beating

complicated styled characters are ok but if you wanna give me a first good impression don't send them or you're literally breaking my fingers physically

also comics scare me if you request those too you're also breaking my fingers (it's not prohibited though you can send them but ill cry)

tags

0 art: for my art

0 ask: for asks

0 req: art requests!

0 s req: things people draw for me :)

0 reblogs: for reblogs (best muted)

0 txt: me talking

0 talk: me talking w other ppl

0 fave: favourites/saving for later

0 other: other

#0 art #0 ask #0 req #0 reblog #0 txt #0 s req #0 other #pinned #for context: the bacon community is the LESBIAN community. i cant say bc my sister knows my tumblr #0 talk

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dapg-otmebytheballs · 4 months

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Someone mentioned in the tags of that post the times when it was taboo to write fic treating Dan's depression branding as serious and how those fics actually helped this person come to terms with their own mental health struggles (not adding the tags for privacy) and I think that really exemplifies why all these taboos around fiction are just causing repression and harm.

Others in the fandom have already talked about their experience being fic writers getting bullied off of platforms, and it's something we should hope not to repeat. Fiction is fiction at the end of the day, including rpf. It's meant for just a way to project some story that you want to or need to hear onto some characters. And every story out there, no matter how much you might personally hate it or think it's "romanticising" something awful, it still has an audience of at least one (the author) and possibly many more, for whom that story can work as anything from solace, to a safer way to deal with something that's too scary and intimidating in its real raw form, to much needed catharsis over bad shit happening in someone's life.

Fics on ao3 have tags and ratings, and most authors I've seen post even on tumblr take care to put ratings on them. If you have trouble with any of the tropes or with the sex or the kinks or the dark themes etc etc you can skip out of it, but to go seeking them and then saying "this causes harm to people who don't heed the warnings and still read it" is just being obtuse.

People are talking about how fucked up the wave of 'romanticising depression' was, but too many of us didn't have the language to be allowed to take our struggles seriously. Too many of us were too repressed, or surrounded by people who wouldn't be supportive, and sometimes you need that distance that comes from fiction and exaggerated themes and kind of unrealistic portrayals of mental health issues because that distance enables you to explore something about yourself that's too taboo to even consider outside of depressive jokes and fucked up fiction. Not just mental health either, a ton of horrible inhumane things are very real experiences that people have and they're too taboo to deal with head on for many of us.

Dan talking that openly about not being okay - even if it was framed as a joke - was one of the earliest outlets I had to think upon my own mental state. It's understandable that a lot of people are very uncomfortable with those jokes now, and that people were uncomfortable with certain kinds of fics (and probably still are). But repressing our expression and telling people they can't post something because it makes us uncomfortable is only going to take away some safe options of exploring really tough personal issues that might be the only thing helping someone face their struggles.

If it's not for you, it's not for you. Let's not repeat the mistakes of acting like it's not for anyone and can't help or mean something to anyone at all. Mind the ratings, mind the tags, and as always, mind your business ✌🏻🌸

#fic stuff #phandom #dnp #dnp rpf

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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Weekend Update - 01/07/2024

Nerdie! Happy New Year! How was your first week of 2024?

….I could have used more sleep, but it wasn’t horrible. Just okay overall. There were a few high points. I'm getting organized in life and in fanfiction.

That's a good thing. You're taking your planning seriously? This is The Way. So what's on the way? *laughs at their poor joke*

Don't abuse The Way like that. It's to be respected! But that did earn a giggle. Anyway...

1. The New Year began with all the Pickled Peñas! The @pickled-pena challenge fics were posted on 01/01 but by using the tag: trickle pickle you can still write a Pickled Peña fic if you so choose until January 31st. All Pickle Peña fics are listed here.

2. I finished my Space smut with feelings series Sard’ika Sessions. 🥰 You never forget your first series. It’s quite special, I feel I represented Din well and bent The Creed but didn’t remove any helmets prematurely. I put in all the feelings I wanted (because smut can have feelings too!) And Din saying the things that I giggled and squealed as I wrote them. 😘 This is The Way. Din had his way, all the ways. 🥰

3. Working on WIPs via the WIP Tag/Ask game which @trulybetty got me into. I thank her for including me. I may need to work on some of those titles.

Pedro characters from the WIP list include:

Dave York (4 from the list - guess which ones)

Marcus Pike (has 2)

Dieter Bravo (has 3)

Frankie Morales (@i-own-loki he's not dying)

Joel Miller (Frankie and he are tied for one each)

Din Djarin (one as well)

New characters to my writing:

Benny Miller (one listed, 2-3 not listed)

Santiago Garcia (two listed)

When I turn my brain off after coming home. I note different ideas or vibes I had. Sometimes there's bullet points, sentences or just a few words and a description. @tinytinymenace also has this same issue.

Well, there are three people to thank for plunge into the York Pit. The first, is @goodwithcheese with her asks to be about Dave which lead me to write 3-4 paragraphs to each ask. Also her end of the year confessional. Which is hilarious because apparently the way I misspelled someone’s name (I won’t say who, I feel embarrassed about it still 😣) was specific to me. It should also be noted, that maybe one of the two people I’ll mention next reblogged it saying they may know who it is and to DM them. So subtle, and I laughed because my reaction was, “How did they know?!” 🤣 The person who pointed out the spelling error was @for-a-longlongtime who should be a PI 🕵️ and had encouraged me to start writing the Dave cat-mouse fic. As for the reblog, that was the sweet @legendary-pink-dot who I’m not sure if it was my spelling mistake or the way I write. Special mention goes to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for her recent Dave York fic Inamorata

So your friends seem extremely observant!

That they are! If you want to learn about physics, keeping track of where body parts are and tantalizing smut you read Adi’s Nothing that I Didn’t Know she’s going to have more and we’re going to need all the hydration. Dot ran the Catfish Pond PhD Degree program in 2023. She knows our dear Frankie “Catfish” Morales exceptionally well, every curl and freckle I’m pretty sure. Both very smart and eagle- eyed ladies. 👀

Sounds like we should check both of them out! They sound like a blast!

They both are! And so is Megan when she and @trulybetty when they aren’t trying to get us all under control and herd cats and organize things. 😅 Or maybe they are with threats usually, but nice ones. You gotta be there.

We don’t know what to make of that. We’re concerned but intrigued.

As am I most of the time. It’s a good place to be. 😎

Making her update long enough, Hornado hooligan departs!

Wait, what does that name mean?

Ask @mysterious-moonstruck-musings and @undercoverpena they know, they’re both menaces. ❤️❤️

Love Nerdie 💕

#Nerdie talks #weekend update #dave york #joel miller #Layla OFC #santiago garcia #Frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #Sard’ika Sessions #zip ties #cat and mouse #cargo pants #The cheese knows

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lucirent · 7 months

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what are some things you enjoy about 814 :) and maybe some fanned fiction recs if you've got em

omg anon where did u come from....

first of all everything that had to be said has already been said here + anything else i could say is also influenced by k. that's mandatory reading to understand any of this. but i will say more anyway.

i like 814 because i like oscar (which is because i rate him and find him likeable and endearing and it is fun to like people who you think are going to win in some sense!), and i like interesting tensiony team dynamics. when the season started i was so unthrilled by the landoscar Content because i was convinced oscar was boring (even though i wanted to like him) and lando both saw that he was boring and was pity-engaging with oscar, partly because he thought oscar was a nice guy and deserved the pity-engagement, and partly because he had to for the Sponsors. there was this sense... i had this sense that lando was "fun" and oscar was "straightlaced" and so they were incompatible, because lando would always think oscar was just Not his type of person, which is fine you know! at this point of the szn oscar was also getting dominated by lando in quali (see summer break stats - aside from lando making mistakes while those are somewhat reflective of your skills they're not representative of your capabilities on the average day, and lando is generally quite consistent otherwise) so there was nothing* oscar had on him besides being more booksmart (*this is an exaggeration for effect)

i think that mistaken perception (that i had and that i imagine lando had) is what set them up for an interesting dynamic where in a reversal of expectations oscar can and does call lando out on his bs instead of being a doormat. even when they're joking around they have BANTER and that's what i really love out of a pairing. there's a sense of equality there when you can both dish it out and take it, and dishing it out itself is so Satisfying to me personally, intellectually. they Like and Respect each other enough to praise each other when warranted and make fun of each other when they get the opportunity. and to top it off they both deliver in terms of performance, obviously with the caveats that oscar is less experienced and has to be given the benefit of the doubt in regards to his potential. but every weekend i scream when lando goes on team radio to remind the pit wall that he's faster than oscar even when he's behind - because there is a real fight between them with real stakes in driver image/confidence/prioritization/team long-term strategy, all based on how well they do this year relative to each other. i love it so much!

all that is that but the reason i'm actually insane about them is that transparent t-shirt moment where lando says something truly unhinged SO awkwardly because tinhat he's insane about oscar. oscar's "will you" and "that's a lie" in that video, the tone omg. the goggle games never-ending competition. lando telling oscar to shut up. oscar being able to get under his skin. lando strangely gifting oscar easy wins at the end of their mclaren tiktok games. the sponsored video, the concept of which was making lando and oscar stare at each other the entire time and Perceiving each other. lando telling the viewers of his karting vlog OSCAR HAS BEEN TESTING. OSCAR HAS BEEN A LITTLE SNAKE. why do they talk like this about each other. why does oscar look at lando like that "that's just how he is" yes but it's very deceptive!!!!! the line between fiction and interpreted reality is there but if i were to put a pathetic filter on lando it would look like this

i'm not gonna lie i haven't scoped out the 814 tag because i just wait for k to tell me if there's anything good. i haven't really resonated with anything so far because i am really particular about the believability of explicitly romantic/sexual relationships between characters when one or both of them are in a public r/s (in that i don't like it when "canon" fic ignores reality) ... but i'll link k's response here (EDIT: I SKIMMED SOME OF THESE THEY ARE WELL WRITTEN)

#response #f1

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theimperiumchronicles · 6 months

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Happy STS! Your characters are invited to a Halloween party; costumes required. Tell me what they're dressing up as and how the night goes. 🙃

Happy STS that tripped and fell over into Monday. ;)

I'm going to skip @theimperiumchronicles and go with some of the others cuz they need love <3

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@devil-in-the-details-ay

Astaroth - the grim reaper

Yara - A butterfly (at Asti's insistence)

Their night would go lovely because it would not be spent in Hell. They would be on Earth. Where...you'll find out in the story later. ****

@the-andromeda-effect

Caliban - Scrooge (Adira picked it out, everyone else finds it HILARIOUS)

Adira - Aphrodite (Caliban picked it out)

Theron - Toth

Lars - Agent X from Men in Black

Marcin (2nd Bodyguard) - Agent K from Men in Black

The party will be, of course, at the mansion. Adira will have a blast as those around her relax some knowing that all is safe on the estate grounds. There is lots of laughter and fun, not one drop of worry. (this will be vastly different from the Halloween one shot for this storyline)

****

@magical-mistakes-vm

There is a theme here - the whole cast will be dressed up in 1920's attire. Think Magical Mistakes does Peaky Blinders. Of course Vollrath would be Tommy. Balor states that Mahala is NOT Grace (because not dead) or Lizzie (for reasons)...she's some nebulous 3rd female who Tommy doesn't fuck over. *snorts* Balor, being the older brother, is of course Arthur. Baldur grows out his beard to go as Alfie. Elmar does his best to pull a Luca. The party would be hosted by the Coven. No one is going to piss Vollrath or Balor off because...reasons. Mahala would get to meet many of the others from the Coven that she had not already met, which would go very smoothly. The night would be a great success with everyone having a fun time in the 1920's theme.

For funsies, Balor and Elmar both decide once more to try and "steal" Tommy's girl. Now...this goes as expected...but at least this time most of the time they're laughing at the Blinders jokes that go along with it. The only hitch is that afterwards Vollrath and Balor both get teased mercilessly regarding haircuts till they grow out. Definitely season 5...lawd... ****

@princess-of-thieves-id

Diyan/Noar - Capt. Jack Sparrow

Inara/Renisa - Elizabeth Swan

Arik - Will Turner

There will most likely be at some point a sword fight. Someone is going to get slapped, most likely Diyan/Noar. And, just like the movies, Elizabeth Swan will be leaving the party with Will Turner. *laughs*

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Tapperhet

Meeri - Snow White

Einar - Prince Charming

Lorcan - Huntsman

Elio - King

Thieran - the apple

Hilarity. The night will be pure hilarity. Why did Thieran pick the apple? Because he wasn't damn well going to be the Queen, she was a right bitch. So, instead he wanders around looking like a cast member of an underwear commercial and making way too many jokes involving apples, and fruits, and...it's bad, okay. Just try not to think too hard. That being said, the others all agree he would have slayed in a gown!

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@behindthesemasks

Melania - her mother. *dies* Who else would be fitting but to go as Marie LaVeau? Marie, coincidentally finds this hilarious and lends her period garments and does her hair and makeup.

Nic - Papa Legba

Alexander - Hamlet

Ambrose - Baron Samedi

Cade - Gede Nibo

Marie - Manman Brigitte

Gabe - Diable Tonnere

Klaus - Baron Criminel

Erik - Guede L'Orage

Dontanion and Francois don't need to dress up, they scare the shit out of people as is.

If you think ANYONE is stupid enough to disrupt a Meirs-LaVeau party on Halloween, of all nights, you would be wrong. Everything will go perfect, because if not...those Loa mentioned...well, they won't just be costumes....

tagging @raincoffeeandfandoms and @call-sign-shark cuz I think you'll find the one for Magical Mistakes a wee bit humorous even if you don't know the characters from that one. (put pics below so you can try to do an imagine)

Also, Sharkey, I can see Heaven partying it up with LaVeaus...

@blind-the-winds - look what our Magical Mistakes babies are doing!!

@saltysupercomputer - Looook at them all, they's all having funsies!!

@aziz-reads @toribookworm22 @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior

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Illicit Affairs

Three

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Amidala!oc

Rhea Amidala meets Obi-Wan Kenobi when he and his master come to her younger sisters aid and he discovers the queen's sister was once a Jedi, expelled from the order for her unwillingness to forgo love and attachment. The two stranded together on Tatooine find common ground despite their differences, and above all a hope within the other for something greater than themselves.

Word count: 7.5k

Tags/warnings: okay guys we have all the romance this chapter with the beginnings of the angst, also fck palpatine

A/N: this story is a decades long tragedy. be prepared.

My dreams were sweet, and we would have stayed like it for as long as we could if not for the commotion telling us we're about to reach Coruscant.

We look at each other in a mutual state of awe, no words needing to be spoken as he helps me to my feet and guides me out to where Padme is getting ready since she will be addressing the senate herself in due time.

She wears a brave face but even so I squeeze her hand and promise her "It will be alright."

She nods weakly and I hold her tight as we near the planet, my eyes meeting Obi-Wans as the discomfort begins to set in. The knowing I've not returned here since I left five years ago.

Anakin lingers near Padme as we prepare for what's to come, it's clear he's taken a liking to her, it's sweet.

"He made this for me," she tells me, showing me the charm he carved. "He said it will bring me good fortune."

"What a sweet boy," I smile but she still looks concerned.

"He misses his mother."

I nod knowing what she is asking me and I take Anakin aside, bending down to talk to him.

"I know this is hard, leaving home for a place you don't know, with people who are strangers," I tell him and reveal "I was like you once. Some people came and told me I was special like you are, they took me away from Padme and my parents, it hurts and there's no other way of going about it."

"When will it stop hurting?" he asks me and I feel Obi-Wan and Padme both watching.

"You'll miss her," I say to him, knowing they're simple words that could never begin to prepare him for the truth of it. "But that's okay, because it means you still love your mom and nothing is wrong with that, no matter what anyone tells you." I hold the little boys hand tight. "But Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan will take good care of you now, like they've taken care of me."

Qui-Gon comes to stand beside me. "She's right, challenging times are ahead but you will overcome them all. Rhea, a word?"

I nod, immediately assuming it's about Obi-Wan but instead he says "When we arrive your sister will be greeted by Senator Palpatine and the Chancellor, however Obi-Wan and I will be meeting with the Jedi Council and I ask you come with us."

I look to Obi-Wan in panic who assures me "It will be alright, your sister will be occupied but to ensure her safety we need you on board with what we bring to the council."

"Which is?"

Qui-Gon tells me with no sugarcoating "That what can only be a Sith lord is after your sister."

My heart stops but when it beats again it's with purpose. "How do we stop him?"

"I don't know yet," Qui-Gon admits. "But we will."

I look at Obi-Wan again who nods in agreement. "All will be well Rhea." Qui-Gon leaves us and Obi-Wan reaches for my hand as I clam up. "You may have left the order, but you still have every right to stand before the council as we do. Master Dooku left and he still visits the temple often, it's nothing unheard of." I nod anxiously, still struggling for words at the thought of once again being put on trial. "Rhea?"

"I just want to stand there and represent my planet, I don't want an interrogation," I tell him and warn. "If they attack me I will defend myself."

"I don't doubt that," he says and jokes "I certainly won't make the mistake of arguing ideology with you again."

We both laugh but it's overshadowed by Qui-Gons theory. "A sith- why would a sith be after us?"

He's at a loss. "I don't know, but I promise you we will find out."

He looks around at the crowded room with Qui-Gon speaking to Captain Panaka and Anakin and Padme talking before discreetly guiding us to somewhere more private where it's just the two of us.

"If we are facing a sith, we will need as many Jedi as we can get," he begins and takes my hand. "I have no doubt the council will allow us to continue our assignment and stay with you and your sister until this mess is dealt with, but even then I-" he struggles with his words. "I don't want this mission to end."

Those words alone confess something forbidden for him and so I assure him "Neither do I."

He treads carefully "I know how you feel about the order but if there was a way you could continue on this assignment with us after it's done, cleaning up the collateral and finding the sith, would you?"

"I would," I answer in a heartbeat. "But I don't think the council would allow me, how I left- it was not pretty or graceful. The rage you've seen, it was far worse when I was fourteen."

"I don't doubt that," he says, thumb running over the back of my hand and I feel his nervousness. "But that rage pales in comparison to the rest of you."

Softly I ask "And what is that?"

"Good," he answers without hesitation. "Someone who cares very much for her family and her own people and strangers alike, and I would call the highest form of compassion. A quality it seems the councils overlooked."

I know I'm blushing as I struggle with the flustered smile those words bring to my face. "Compassionate, I don't think I've ever heard that word used to describe me in the slightest."

"Then how about some others," he says and I look up from our hands to meet his eye. "Discerning, passionate, enlightening." I feel our bodies being drawn together as I'm drawn into his blue eyes. "Loyal, captivating, opinionated." I feel my breath hitch in my throat as he continues "Alluring."

"Alluring?" I breathe, knowing allure is something a Jedi should certainly not feel and turn the tables. "And what of you Obi-Wan? Understanding, bright, quick-witted." I feel his free hand trailing along the bare skin of my arm, goosebumps rising. "Perceptive, hopeful, devoted." My own hand comes up to touch his face, fingers tracing his jaw. "I don't think I've ever met someone who has as much faith as you do."

"And it isn't misplaced," he promises me and I find myself lost in his eyes, feeling something that I try to fight and yet my chin tilts up towards his as I feel his fingertips on the small of my back and I only look away from his eyes to see our fingers lacing together and when I look back up I'm breathless at the closeness of him.

He tilts his head down and the tension between us is unbearable as his lips hover over mine, but even I know this is wrong, that this will only cause us pain and whisper "We shouldn't."

"I know," he says, but it's as if trying to resist the pull of the force. "Trust me, I know. I swore I wouldn't..."

He trails off in pain, and I turn my head away and step out of his embrace, sensing something deeper behind it and now I'm the one in pain as I breathe "Obi-Wan, whoever you loved...you won't find her in me."

He looks up and quickly insists "No- that's not-" with the step he takes forward I take one back and he tells me "Rhea that's not what I'm saying and that has nothing to do with the way I feel about you."

"Feel?" I repeat, the madness of this finally dawning on us both. "We hardly even know each other."

And yet somehow he knows me better than anyone ever has.

"You know that's not true," he says, clearly believing what we feel isn't by chance. "Search your feelings and you'll know that this-"

"Is something that is forbidden," I say, shaking my head knowing just what will happen to him if he breaks the code. "I was expelled, I suffered the shame of being a failure so listen to me when I tell you that it is not a fate you want to face."

At the mention of being forced out of the order his face hardens and he agrees "No it's not, but it isn't that simple."

"Isn't it?" I ask him, defending myself from the pain I know this will cause, knowing someone couldn't love me unless they saw someone else in my eyes. "You loved someone, and that someone is not me and it can't be me."

"Your right, it can't be," he says, but even as he looks at me now I swear I can see him looking at someone else. "Maybe when we first met I saw her in you, combative, opinionated to the point of extremism, willing to do anything to defend your people." He treads forth towards me with extreme caution. "Had she said the word I would have left the Jedi Order, but I always knew it was meant to end, it had to."

"And for that you have my condolences," I say stiffly, only feeling pain at his words as I go to leave. "But I am not her."

He grabs my wrist, pulling me back. "I don't want you to be." I still don't look at him as he says "There is love, and then there is this." I want to pull my hand free, I want to curse him and pretend all that has passed these past days never happened, but I can't. "I know you can feel it."

I do, when we laid together under the stars it's all I could feel, a pull to each other that was as strong as the force itself, and standing here now I hate it. "I don't want to feel it."

"And you think I do?" he exclaims and with that I look back at him, eyes burning into him and yet he doesn't let go. "I swore to myself I'd never let myself fall in love again and that I have succeeded in, but this- I've never been faced with anything like this. With someone who makes me forget everything I've ever been taught, who makes me feel things I don't want to feel, makes me question everything I've ever believed in-"

"And you think you don't do the same to me?" I half yell and laugh sadly, him not knowing the half of it. "You don't think that what I feel makes me question everything I fought against, that the people who turned their backs on me can't be as rotten as I believe if they somehow made someone like you." I'm cursing his name as much as putting him on a pedestal. "I was doing just fine until I met you, I never had anyone look at me the way you do, see through me how you do. I was fine being the failure everyone hated until you made me feel like more than that."

"Because you are," he says, now taking both my hands in his. "Just because you turned your back on the order doesn't mean you aren't a Jedi."

"They turned their back on me," I say hoarsely. "Not the other way around, and I won't let them do the same to you because the force is playing some sick joke on us-"

"I thought you would know better than to think the force would do such a thing," a voice interrupts and we jump apart at the sight of Master Qui-Gon who looks upon us with a heavy heart. "The council will not turn their backs on any of us, not if I have something to say for it." He looks between us and lowers his eyes. "Now come, we have business to attend to."

He leaves us and we're silent, the space between us agony as he reaches again for my hand and says "What I feel for you has nothing to do with anyone else." As much as I don't want believe him I know his words are true. "When we took this mission I- I could never have expected you." His voice is resolute as his eyes meet mine. "I believe that us meeting was not a mistake."

"How is this not a mistake?" I ask him, my voice filled with pain as reality dawns on us. "How can this possibly end in anything but pain?"

He's vulnerable as he says "Do you think I don't know how this ends? I do, I've spent years training myself to force those feelings aside until you came and taught me it doesn't have to be that way. That you don't have to be emotionless to feel the force. I don't know what this is Rhea, but I know that this pull to each other is something greater than feelings."

"Which is why we cannot act on them," I say, finally stepping away from him as I hear the rest of the crew departing. "Even if we wanted to."

With those words I walk towards the exit of the ship and step out onto the ramp, needing the fresh air to breathe, watching as my sister is greeted by Palpatine and the Chancellor and is guided away by these powerful men, both of whom I can't bring myself to trust. Especially Palpatine. He reeks of what ambitious men reek of. His eyes catch mine as they leave and he offers me a nod with a smile I trust even less. Senator's have their terms, now I wait for him to finish his and ice him out.

"Come," Qui-Gon says to me as Obi-Wan comes to my side, keeping a distance between us. "We must convene with the council."

I nod, not having any more words left in me and Obi-Wan and I share a sad glance as we follow behind Qui-Gon, our blissful moment of peace on Tatooine finally over.

We arrive at the Jedi Temple, Qui-Gon having not spoken another word about how he found Obi-Wan and I, but there is no mistaking what he saw. He knows his padawan and sees through me almost as easily, perhaps it would be easier if he were to scold us, to tell us it is forbidden, to do for us what we struggle to.

And yet he only seems saddened.

When we come to the temple I feel myself freeze up, and despite it all Obi-Wan comes to my side.

"You can face them," he tells me and and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'll be right there with you."

Those words shouldn't ease me as much as they do and looking up at those temple steps I know I have to do this. I'm not doing this for myself, but for Padme.

Which is what gives me the strength to take that first step, then the second, and the rest until I come to walk through the halls I grew up in once again. Remembering who I was when I last did.

Rhea Naberrie. Just fourteen, a Jedi padawan.

I have every right to be here, the council does not change that.

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon who stay by my side as my former peers gaping at the sight of me all grown up now.

Rhea Amidala. Nineteen. Protector of the Queen.

And as Obi-Wan reminded me despite how much I have fought against it, still a Jedi at heart.

My steps pick up pace as we approach the lift to the council chambers and I don't dare look back as I step inside and look at Obi-Wan, his eyes telling me all I need to hear. That this is right.

My dark hair is bound in a braid arranged atop my head, and so I pull the pin holding it togetther to let it fall out in a single braid down my back, how I wore it the last time I stood before the council, prosecuted.

Fourteen and afraid of the old men I stood before. Now I watch my sister doing the same without a glimpse of fear. I must have at least a fraction of the courage I taught her to have.

And so I step from the lift, proud as I enter the council chamber and feel a dozen heads turn my way, horrified and bewildered all while I wear the same face I taught my sister to have.

"I present Lady Rhea Amidala to the Council on the matter of Queen Amidala," Qui-Gon says as they take me in and I meet my old masters eye.

"Rhea needs no introduction," she says sadly and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Although I would ask why you have brought her before us and how she is of relevance to the matter at hand."

"I am sister to Queen Amidala," I answer proudly and watch her eyes fall. "During our escape from Naboo we were forced to make an emergency landing on Tatooine for repairs. During which we came under attack by an individual who wielded a lightsaber."

It's then Qui-Gon steps forward. "He was trained in the Jedi arts. My only conclusion can be that it was a Sith lord."

"Impossible," Master Mundi exclaims while I raise an eyebrow at my least favourite council member. "The Sith have been extinct for a millenium."

"I do not believe the Sith could have returned without us knowing," Master Windu says and I can't help but scoff. "What was that padawan?"

Yoda corrects "A padawan no longer, expelled she was."

Obi-Wan's head turns to me and he mouths "Expelled?"

My story has always been that I left willingly, only the masters would know the truth.

"She was on mission with Master Billaba and I when she betrayed orders and was expelled for intervening in Jedi business and endangering a child," Master Windu says and that is one accusation I will not take.

"You took a three year old girl from her mother, both of them screaming and fighting tooth and nail-"

"Their owner permitted it-"

"Exactly, they were slaves!" I yell and try to reign myself in. "You paid the slave owner for the girl while her mother screamed and was almost killed trying to get her back."

"And so you returned the girl into slavery to her mother," he says and my stomach churns. "Only to strike down the slave master, causing a diplomatic crisis with the Republic."

I feel Obi-Wans eyes on me, no doubt shocked considering the current situation with Anakin. Except his mother agreed to it, and Anakin is old enough to be willing.

"You should be grateful I did not do it on Tatooine," I spit out, perhaps I would have if it was I who went with Padme and not Qui-Gon. "If killing slave masters and freeing children goes against the Jedi code then so be it."

"You broke intergalactic laws-"

"And I'd do it again," is all I say of it, without allowing for a shred of remorse. "But I did not come here to be interrogated on matters of the past. My duty is to my sister, which is the reason I stand here as an official representative of Naboo as she was attacked by a Sith Lord."

"Break laws young Naberrie did," Yoda says ignoring me. "Much anger in you there is, much recklessness, judgement clouded by feelings they are."

"It was my mistake in teaching her the seventh form," Master Windu says, the master who oversaw my training almost as much as Master Billaba. "I had faith that she could handle it, my faith was misplaced."

I keep my face from showing the hurt those words bring and can feel Obi-Wan's silent comfort, almost as if he's in my head telling me it's not true.

"Master Windu, that is hardly appropriate," Qui-Gon scolds. "The girl has come here as a representative of her planet under my invitation, not a rogue padawan, and I will not have her treated as such."

"Master Qui-Gon, you would do well to remember the troubles she caused for our order as a whole," Windu argues. "She is reckless and spiteful and bringing her here before us for whatever reason only reflects poorly on yourself."

"Then so be it," Qui-Gon says, and never before has anyone defended me so shamelessly. "If I remember correctly you took the girl under your wing when she was only a young padawan, before you even assigned her to your own apprentice Master Billaba. Your faith in her was not misplaced and the only person to blame for her spitefulness is the council for giving it reason."

I feel Obi-Wan's immediate fear at his masters defiance as I stand there wide eyed, but the council do not seem phased and I realise this must be a frequent enough occurrence.

"Standing here now she displays exceptional courage, only to be attacked for coming before you and demanding action after her sisters life was endangered by what we must suspect is a sith."

Finally I clear my throat and step forward. "Master Windu, Master Yoda, my feelings do not cloud my judgement," I say, declaring what I was too afraid to at fourteen, but I know my heart well enough now. "They make me see clearer, they make me stronger not weaker. That is your Jedi orders greatest mistake, equating feelings with darkness when all they bring me is closer to the light." It takes all the strength in me not to look at Obi-Wan. "I know my own heart and mind, and those worthy of seeing it too know my truth, and right now my priority is to assist the Jedi Order in bringing down this Sith Lord to ensure my sister's safety."

"But you are no longer a Jedi," Master Windu says, Billaba my former master quiet. "You surrendered that privilege when your emotions caused you to go against the order and almost started a war between Slave Owners and the Republic."

"I am a Jedi," I declare, and Qui-Gon gives me an encouraging nod. "Whether or not I am a member of this order the force is with me, and it's will is greater than your authority. The code is flawed, I know many Jedi believe it to be so even if they are afraid to speak it." I can feel Qui-Gon's pride in me at those words. "The force is what makes a Jedi, not the code. How can any Jedi can have control over their feelings if they refuse to feel them? How can you tell someone that love leads to darkness when it brings them closer to the force?"

"Master if I may speak." I look back at Obi-Wan stunned as he steps forward in my defence. "While we all live by the code there must be allowance to the interpretation of the code, as Master Qui-Gon has taught me," Obi-Wan carefully treads, neither Qui-Gon or I sure where he is going with this, but Qui-Gon looks upon his padawan with nothing but pride. "While it is true she is an individual who does harbour great emotion, she is able to wield it well, with there never being a moment of darkness attached to it. Perhaps a slight of anger or fear, but the same as we all are susceptible to despite our training. Her circumstances are not black and white."

"No, but they are her undoing," Master Windu says whilst my eyes linger on Obi-Wan, trying to hide that very emotion right now in this moment. "She went rogue and almost caused a diplomatic disaster for the order. That is a type of recklessness that does not simply disappear, but is only emboldened."

"Then perhaps it was your own mistake Master Windu," I accuse. "For bringing me to the order at an age where I could not be indoctrinated like the rest."

"You're right," he says coldly. "I should have left you and saved myself a headache."

"Enough!" Qui-Gon intervenes. "I will remind you again that she is not here for interrogation. She is here on business on behalf of the Queen of Naboo. Now, can we get to that business."

Finally they allow it and give me a nod to speak.

"My sister narrowly escaped this attack as Master Qui-Gon fought off the attacker until we could escape," I say, knowing I will not leaving until they act. "I stand here on behalf of Naboo demanding action. Our planet has been invaded and our people rounded up and put into camps. The senate has yet to act in our favour and as my sister's military advisor I will act to save my people no matter the result of the senate." That is a fact no one in this room doubts. "But I myself cannot stop a sith, and so I request Master Qui-Gon and his padawan be allowed to continue with this mission to stop this attacker with the councils support in launching a full investigation and providing extra security to the queen."

The council is quiet in contemplation, Yoda especially.

"We will use all our resources to unravel this mystery, we will discover the identity of your attacker," Master Windu finally says but does not give a when or how. "The council will convene on this matter, you are dismissed."

Qui-Gon bows and goes to leave but I stop him.

"Wait- is that all?" I look to the council. "So you wait until it attacks us again and then decide to determine a further course of action?" I quickly realise that is exactly what they intend to do. "No, that's not good enough."

"Rhea, please," Master Billaba pleads with me. "We will do all we can for your sister."

"It's still not good enough, I was sent here on her behalf and with her authority I demand further action be taken," I insist and find Temple guards beginning to escort me out. "Don't touch me!"

They grab me as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both try to intervene but not before I end up in a physical altercation with the guards whilst Master Billaba orders the guards to let me go but it falls on deaf ears.

"The Sith are back!" I yell as the guards attempt to pull me from the room but I am long past the point of grace. "Has the order become so blind you could not see it? And what? What do you do now you have this information? Nothing! You send two Jedi on a suicide mission hoping it will be discreetly dealt with?" I break free from the guards and hold my ground. "A Sith roams free yet you are more concerned by what my presence could bring upon your precious order? Are you all blind!" I feel Obi-Wans hand on my arm but shake it off, it's my anger they say that clouds my judgement but in it I see clearly. "I remember now why I left, why I pushed and pushed against the order until you rid of me. It's because of this right here. So preoccupied with order it borders on madness while the Sith have risen up and what do you do? Sit here in your chairs judging me when my failures are only representative of your own!"

They're all silent as I look around the room and my eyes fall on Qui-Gon "Am I wrong?" I look back to the council. "Are any of you so brave to agree with me, or do you disregard me for the sake of order and conformity? Because I have spent the last years in the political sphere, and you are becoming far less of whatever the Jedi should stand for and more of an oligarchy of righteousness!"

From their silence I know my words cut deep, and I pray I do not leave them with a peaceful mind as I finish "And you shall lose more Jedi until you overcome it."

I leave the room before I can be escorted out heading straight for the lift and pushing past a man I vaguely recognise as Master Dooku as Obi-Wan chases after me.

"Rhea!"

"You heard what I said and if you want me to apologise I'll say it all again!" I yell back and curse under my breath as I walk into the lift "Pretentious bastards."

Before the door can slide closed he pushes in, still trying to reason with me. "Rhea-"

"I am not going back in there."

"I'm not asking you to," he says, his voice breathless. "I'm coming with you so they don't pull you out of here and drag you out."

"That's why I'm leaving willingly," I retort but he has questions of his own.

"Why didn't you say you were expelled?"

"Because of the shame," I tell him, still remembering my mothers face. "I was expelled from the order for refusing to sit back and watch innocents suffer. They said I was turning sith by killing a slave master when it was justice," I insist, begging him to believe me without even realising it. "All I could hear was my baby sister screaming and my older one fighting for me when Mace Windu took that girl away, all I could remember was once being that little girl and after repeatedly being chastised and ripped apart by the council I snapped!"

He grabs me by the arms to keep me still as he tells me "I'm not fighting with you Rhea."

"Do you understand now?" I ask him and watch something in his eyes change. "Do you understand now why I hate everything the order stands for as much as I do?"

His hands are still holding my arms when the lift opens and he quickly withdraws them, instead grabbing my wrist and pulling me with him.

"Come with me," he says as he leads me through the Jedi Temple and I follow him, half expecting to be brought to a confinement room but I'm surprised when he brings me to the living quarters, and finally to what must be his room.

He pulls me behind the corner and checks to make sure no one's seen us before pulling me inside and making sure the door closes behind us.

"Obi-Wan?"

His hands are on my face, his voice desperate. "I understand and I know what they say about you isn't true, I know because I've seen it, and I meant every word I said in there." Tears wet my cheeks and he wipes them away as he did before. "What you said about your heart, I know it's true."

"I know," I breathe unevenly. "Because it took every bit of discipline in me not to look straight at you, otherwise they would have known."

"Known what?" he asks as if we're both fools.

I smile shakily as I look him in his blue eyes. "You know what."

And he does know. He knows the attachment he and I both harbour, something the code forbids. Yet we've both fallen pray to it.

"I've had blind faith for so long," he tells me, thumb stroking my cheek. "But you and Master Qui-Gon, you're right about the council, about the code." His body is close to mine, his breath warm in the dark room. "Especially you. I- I don't know what I have faith in now. But I know I have it in you."

My breath is only a whisper "No one's ever truly had faith in me before."

All my life I've only heard how reckless I am, how ashamed they are of me, how any faith was misplaced. Until now.

This isn't love. Not yet. But it could be.

I know it because all I feel when he touches me is hope.

"I do."

And perhaps hope is the most dangerous thing of all as our lips meet and just like that there is no going back. Where he was restrained he's now free, and where I was lost I'm now found.

He pulls back, checking that I'm alright and I answer by bringing his lips back to mine, at first rough but then gentle, juxtaposed, the gentle and the rough, meeting for something beautiful.

My hands reach for his face while his fingers through my hair, my braid falling apart as he comes to hold me in an embrace unlike anything I've ever felt before, both of us giving into something we were always warned against, and finding nothing but light.

"Is this as terrible as they tell us?" I ask him and he breathlessly shakes his head, kissing me again longingly before answering me.

"No, this is-" I can see the conflict in his eyes as he gives in to me "This is anything but that."

We dare explore that forbidden thing with every touch of our lips, wrapping ourselves deeper in one another, and I don't think I've ever felt the force as strongly as I do now in his arms, and I know he feels it too.

My hand runs down his chest, until I can feel his heartbeat beneath my palm and smile as it pounds beneath his chest, bringing his own hand to feel mine and feel him smile as well. He takes my hand, fingers lacing together palm to palm, eyes fluttering shut as our bodies meet as if they were forged to do so, a oneness I've never felt before with anyone as our lips touch now so gently that anything more feels as if it would overwhelm every sense I have.

"Obi-Wan," I breathe, feeling the sensation even his name brings.

"Rhea," he whispers back, his blue eyes meeting mine, and that's how Qui-Gon finds us when the door is slid open, our bodies together and lips barely apart.

He does not jump away as I'd expect, but merely stares frozen at his master who looks to the floor and sighs, all of us knowing there is no explaining this. Before we could have feigned innocence, one friend helping another, but not now, not like this.

"Well then," he says, unsurprised but not disappointed, and eyes us with contemplation. "We best find a way out of this predicament and then we will deal with this."

By deal with he doesn't mean fix, but rather find a way to help us.

"Master," Obi-Wan begins and Qui-Gon just raises a hand to quiet him.

"Rhea, Padme is leaving for the senate, her ship waits for you outside."

I nod, slowly pulling myself away from Obi-Wan, neither of us able to form any words.

"Here, let us escort you out," Qui-Gon says and we're silent as we leave the temple.

Obi-Wan and I keep our distance and I look behind me when I feel someone watching only to meet the eyes of Master Dooku who's looking straight at me, as if through me.

His stare haunts me long after I've left the temple and indeed we find a ship waiting for us, along with Anakin.

"The boy has come to be tested by the council," Qui-Gon tells me. "I suspect you'll have words for him."

I nod knowing what he's asking of me, and walk forward towards the boy. The slave boy who left his mother for a chance at a better life and yet has no idea what's ahead.

"Now Anakin," I say, bending down to his height. "Are you sure you want this, that you don't want to return to your mother?"

"I'll miss her, but one day when I'm a Jedi I'll go home to free her," he tells me, and I know the council may be rid of me, but they'll have their hands full with him.

"I hope so Anakin," I say and look behind me to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. "Now I don't know if you'll see Padme or I again, but I do hope our paths cross. These two Jedi will be here for you, they'll be your new family. Now, you may not like everything the council says, they can be very tough and often wrong, but you are an exceptional boy and they are the ones lucky to have you, never forget that."

"Really?" he asks, and I can only assume he's never been told that, just as I never was.

"Yes, now go on," I tell him, watching as he goes to Qui-Gon who promises me.

"We'll look after him."

"If anything doesn't go to plan," I say, meaning he doesn't pass their tests. "We will care for him."

"I know you will," he assures me, and it's only as he goes to leave a panic fills me, Obi-Wan and I looking at each other in alarm and I call out.

"Wait!"

Qui-Gon looks back but my eyes are on Obi-Wan, a realisation that has only just hit me. That they may not be leaving Coruscant with Padme and I if the council refuses to take action. "Are you coming with us?"

Obi-Wan looks to his master for answer as well, and he assures us "We will complete our mission, patience young padawans."

Obi-Wan and I stand there as Padme calls me to get onboard, I want to run forward towards him but out here in public I know I cannot, so I give an emotional nod and jump inside the speeder as they return inside the temple.

Oh what a beautiful tragic mess we have gotten ourselves into.

"What was that?" Padme asks me as we take off.

"What was what?"

She gives me a look but does not press. "The verdict?"

"Regardless of the council's decision, Master Qui-Gon won't abandon us," I say, realising the reason he was prepared to leave the council session so easily was because he's already made up his mind and that they will not sway it. "We will kill the attacker, and we will free our people."

She looks forward towards the senate and says "We will, and I will not accept no."

I am beside Padme in the senate, an illegal blaster beneath the royal robe I wear. While they make their points to the Chancellor I'm scouring the room for any sign of the sith lord, reaching out through the force in a way I have not done in a long time but there is a freedom in being the exiled. A freedom to use the force as it feels fit, the natural way instead of the order.

But even then I find nothing but a general unsettlement.

"Honorable Represenatives of the Republic, I come to you under the gravest of circumstances," Padme begins when it is her turn. "The Naboo system has been invaded by the droid armies of the Trade-"

"I object! There is no proof!"

Padme is past the point of anger, she is already grieving and underneath her tough face she is afraid for her people, for all of us. But if I can do what I've done today, she can do this also.

"We recommend a commission be sent to Naboo to ascertain the truth."

They all argue amongst themselves and I listen to Palpatine in Padme's ear.

"Enter the bureaucrats, the true rulers of the Republic," he tells her and I listen carefully to just what he is feeding her. "And on the payroll of the Trade Federation I may add. This is where Chancellor Valorum's strength will disappear."

I cannot argue against him despite my dislike for the man, the Republic is corrupt and there is no doubt the Federation has allies here.

"The point is conceded," Valorum declares. "Will you defer your motion to allow a commission to explore the validity of your concerns?"

We don't have time, the very suggestion of it is an offence of the worst kind and in that very moment the flaws of the senate are laid out for me plainly.

"I will not defer," she declares, remaining firm. "I've come before you to resolve this attack on our sovereignty now! I was not elected to watch my people suffer and die while you discuss this invasion in a committee!" She decides and I'm glad if there is one thing I've taught her, it's strength in the face of adversity, to not be afraid to raise her voice to a room of people who refuse to listen. "If this body is not capable of action, I suggest new leadership is needed." I nod proudly as she proposes. "I move for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum's leadership."

There is outrage, but she is just what I've taught her to be, unapologetic and controversial.

I only wish I could see myself as I see her.

As we wait for the voting I look out the window of Padme's apartments towards the Jedi Temple, wondering how Anakin is going, how Obi-Wan is feeling.

"What occured during the meeting?" Padme asks me knowingly. "Was there an argument?"

"They attempted to escort me out after I had some choice words for the council," I say, but don't want to put anymore worries on her and so I leave out the altercation. "It was all alright though in the end, I remembered just why I left but Obi-Wan took care of me."

"Yes, you two seem close," she comments, but does not insinuate anything. "Do you think he'll take care of Ani?"

"Of course," I assure her, squeezing her hand. "He is in the best hands he can possibly be in. Now, no more worrying about everyone else."

"That's easier said than done."

"I know," I say quietly and wrap an arm around her as we look out at the city together. "If we do not get action from the council I will find another way."

"How?" she asks, but I know she would not like it.

"We'll do whatever it takes," I say, knowing how far I'd go even if she would never approve of my methods. "Your hands will be bloodless, I promise."

"If only it worked that way," she says and the door opens with Panaka escorting Palpatine in.

"Your highness, Senator Palpatine has been nominated to succeed Valorum as Supreme Chancellor!"

My stomach sinks with those words and my eyes shift to him, realising what power play he's enacting using Naboo as his gambling peace, his ulterior motives. Darker doubts fill my mind now surrounding him, if this was his plan all along in eliciting Padme to move for a vote of no confidence...

"A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one." Padme lets no emotion pass her face, she does not care who is chancellor but only for Naboo. "Your majesty, if I am elected I promise to put an end to corruption."

"Those are big promises," I say from the background, stepping forward. "What we need is action now, not wasting time campaigning on empty promises."

He tilts his head at me, finding my distrust curious.

"Who else has been nominated?" Padme asks.

"Bail Antilles of Alderaan and Anle Teem of Malastare."

"Bail Antilles is a good kind of man," I tell Padme, avoiding Palpatine's glare. "He would most certainly help us."

"I feel confident our situation will create a strong sympathy vote for us," Palpatine says ignoring me and boldly declares. "I will be Chancellor."

There is a glimmer in his eyes I don't like and pray Bail will be elected, the dislike I have for Palpatine is enough that it makes me want to campaign against him, regardless Padme is not in the mood for entertaining this.

"I fear by the time you have control of the bureaucrats there'll be nothing left of our people or our way of life."

"I understand your concern your majesty." I sense his frustration as he sees me by Padme's side, between him and her ear. "Unfortunately the Federation has possession of our planet-"

"And who has been the senator charged with handling such issues?" I accuse, daring to wonder if he let this happen. "It is such a convenience for you I'm sure that this tragedy has led to your nomination for chancellor."

The accusation I make is clear to all ears in the room, even Panaka who I always stand at odds with is partial to it, but it is Padme whose eyes are cold as she looks upon him.

"Your highness, perhaps your sister ought to be removed from the situation at hand, her emotions seem to have overcome her."

"Senator, you almost sound like a Jedi," I say and laugh, leaving him almost disturbed. "And just as I told them earlier, now is not the time for further complacency."

"Senator, this is your arena," Padme says, having had enough with politics and sitting in a senate that will not hear her, but then says "I feel I must return to mine."

"What?" I stammer, sharing an alarmed look with Panaka.

"I've decided to go back to Naboo," she says, and while I may argue with her over such matters, the look in her eyes tells me there is no arguing with her on this.

We will not achieve anything further here. It is time to take things into our own hands.

"Your majesty be realistic," Palpatine panics. "They'll force you to sign the treaty."

He goes to follow her but I step between them, forcing him to stand in place.

"I will sign no treaty senator," Padme says with a bite in her voice. "My fate will be no different to that of our people. Captain, ready my ship."

She leaves with Panaka, leaving me alone with Palpatine.

"You best please my sister or the chancellor won't be the only one facing a vote of no confidence," I warn him, and he knows I mean my words. "Do not return to Naboo unless you are successful in prosecuting the Trade Federation, and if you do find yourself chancellor you best remember it was our peoples blood that got you there."

He eyes me carefully, where he's seen me only as an inconvenience he sees me for what I truly am, a threat.

"I will be keeping a close eye on you, Lady Amidala," he says slowly and I turn my back on him without another word to go to Padme who stands with her handmaidens, prepared for whatever may come.

"We will go home," I promise her. "And we will all do whatever we must to free our people, damn the senate."

There's a shadow of a smile on her face. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 6 - ENCOUNTER, PART 2

You all know the usual! Jokes are made, me being shamelessly being a fangirl, some thoughts are made. All that jazz!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

And now... ON TO THE EPISODE!!

Being a manga reader... I am prepared... but that doesn't mean I will handle anything any better! 😆

I'm just realizing Encounter, Part 1 was when Shigaraki met Midoriya at the mall.

They really showed Mt. Lady's butt again... still Fatgum's reaction to her will forever be hilarious to me.

Geten, Geten, Geten. Why in the hell are you so pretty? He is really Ice Prince pretty. ❄️💙

OKAY, MT. LADY!!! YES!! SMASH THAT ICE WITH THAT CEMENT BAT!!! WRECK SHIT, QUEEN!

I know I don't see someone with a gun for a head!!!

"This plating at military thing isn't really working anymore." OH, REALLY?! WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Now, that I'm thinking about it, it's funny that the villains give the heroes slack for having kids being pulled into fights like this... as if Toga isn't a whole 16 year old girl. Oh, I guess with villains, it's okay? Isn't she a lieutenant?!

Like almost everyone is a hypocrite in this series. But it amuses me.

"I can't believe Toga would lose her cool like that." I can. I can believe it. At most, she just gave them paper cuts.

Ugh, that is a nightmare fuel face. 😬

"One for All... One for All..." Me: You shut up... You shut up...

Shigaraki, you okay there, buddy? (No, no, he's not.)

"FOOSH!!! 🔥🔥🔥 I like the sound effects!

"But why I'm not satisfied??" Ask yourself this, my guy... was it really something you wanted in the first place?

"One For All..." I thought I told you to shut up.

I NEVER want to see that face on my green boy again. Okay, but it's a meme-able face.

I need to stop. I already made memes from Hawks' scary face. I can't do this to Izuki Midoriya, my green boy, my sunshine.

RAGDOLL!! HEY, QUEEN!!!

Aaand... he's using Ragdoll's quirk... oh that's just great! 😐

Shigaraki, jumping like that is not your thing. It's Miruko's and Deku's.

Midoriya prioritizing the safety of others... 😭😭😭

Bakugou tagging along with him, love to see it!

OMG, Shigaraki has his card!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE BAKUGOU CARD! I WAS HOPING FOR THAT!! BECAUSE IF THEY HAD PUT SOMEONE ELSE... I'm joking, I'd be fine. BUT I'M GLAD TO SEE BAKUGOU THIS TIME. Nice detail to put his given name since his hero name is unknown. Unless you're a manga reader!!!

"Kacchan, why you're following me?!" 🤣🤣🤣 YOU'RE JUST ASKING THIS?! I GET IT, BUT... 🤣🤣🤣

"I'll send you flying!!" Katsuki, my gremlin, no! 🤣🤣🤣

This whole exchange is hilarious, their faces!! It's moments like this I do love between these two because now they're at this level of understanding. Since their fight at Beta, there has been comedic moments like this.

Even though we know what Katsuki will tell Izuku... we know he's following you because he is worried about you.

"What, you think you're the main character or something now?" I love lines like this. Also, HE IS. It's funnier coming from Katsuki because he's been #1 on Popularity Polls since forever. 🤣🤣🤣

"I'm gonna get him back for that day!" As you should, go for it.

Honestly, I feel like Katsuki doesn't just want payback for himself, but for All Might, too. He does... used to (?) blame himself for All Might retiring. It's one of the moments that while it seems like Katsuki is only doing what he does for his ego and he just might be, I feel like it's because he does care about others and what they think. It's like... how can I explain it? He doesn't want others to see him as a failure, but as someone people can rely on. Someone (more importantly Izuku) can see as a hero. Not because of his ego, but because deep down he really does care.

It's odd to me that people in this story view Katsuki (a teenager who's behavior was enabled by ADULTS yet owns up to his own mistakes without even blaming adults, this fandom can't seem to see that) as a villain sometimes like he's incapable of being a hero because of his personality... yet Endeavor, people who are aware of his personality, is currently the #1. Yes, he got there due to his work as a Pro, but popularity also plays a part. So when anyone is like "Katsuki is such a villain", I'm like "yet, there's Endeavor???"

Now back to our regular scheduled program!!

*purple tubes light up* Me knowing what's coming: 😬😬😬

Gran Torino, coming in clutch! Someone had to save those kids!

Oh, the Pros are here! LIKE ROCK LOCK!! 💚💚💚

They... they didn't have to show Crust dying again, come on. I actually liked Crust.

Showing Oboro... showing that scene in Vigilantes... yep, I didn't need to be happy today... THANKS FOR THE PAIN!! 🥲

"Don't lay a finger on my students!" We love to see a protective Eraser Head! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

"You really are cool, Eraser Head." I know, right? Careful though, Shigaraki. Your fanboy is showing.

Oh, hey, Kido! You know, I'd love to see like a mini series of just sidekicks. Like the Midnight Boys, the Flaming Sidekicks...

MANUAL!!! 💙💙💙

This shot of Shigaraki smiling and going "Oh, no" is my favorite Shigaraki shot now.

*The Doctor talking again* OMG, lock this guy up already!

MIC! 💛💛💛

"I'm awake now." You were sleep-causing havoc this whole time then?

That is a joke. Some people can't seem to catch humor. Someone was bound to go "He meant it metaphorically..." I am aware and you should shut it.

Okay, wait. So can Manual control water (like he carries around small water capsules or something) or can he conjure up his own and control water?

Not the Nomus!!!

THEIR FACES, THEIR FACES!!!

Hm, do I have something to say for this episode? Um... no, not much once more.

I am scared for what's coming though...

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[5 Characters & 5 Tags]

Tagged by @harleyshahas (thank you ♡!!!!)

Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) - KH is the game that got me into video games, and inspired me all the way to getting my current job in game dev, and Riku is at the heart of why I love the games so much. But I had to put Sora too, because one without the other just doesn't work. Without Riku, Sora couldn't have his arc of "I want to be better than Riku" to "I want to be better with Riku". And for Riku, his transition from dark & edgy to chosen keyblade weilder all ties back to how he looked down on Sora, then tried to make up for his mistakes, and finally trusted and loved Sora completely. They complete each other and challenge each other to grow and become better at every turn. Also their reunion in 2 absolutely ruins me every time. Sora crying on his knees will be burned in my brain forever.

Zack Fair (FFVII) - Crisis Core was at one point the only game that would work on my PSP lol. But I didn't need any other games because Zack the puppy was everything to me. Watching him struggle with the morality of being a SOLDIER, all while desperately trying to protect his friends and failing at every turn...that shit hurts, and yet he keeps his smile and honor right up til the end. He is THE sunshine boy of sunshine boys and I could gush about him all day long. His scenes in Advent Children destroy me.

Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu) - the real blorbo of my heart, the bitch I latched onto and will love to the end of my days. His ability to take even a team of strangers and lead them flawlessly within just a few minutes is so admirable. He knows exactly how to bring out the best in everyone on the court. It hurts me to this day that he never got to wreck Shiratorizawa before he graduated (also that moment where he falls and slips in season 2 uggghhhhh) but jokes on them because he's the one who got an honorable position on an irl team!! I get some people call him an insufferable asshole but thats exactly why I like him! Let characters be insufferable!!!!! Its fun!!!!! And besides, when it comes down to it, he's genuinely a good person who wants everyone on his team to be involved and be their best. Love of my life. No Oikawa haters allowed on my blog.

Pitch Black/Kozmotis Pitchiner (RoTG) - basically since the movie came out I have been ready with a "Pitch did nothing wrong" speech at all times. I feel like I don't even really have to explain this one, I mean....yall get it. You know why we're all still here, loving him and the Guardians to the end of our days. I will say, though - idc if it's book version or movie version, my love for this asshole remains the same.

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson) - ah, the original blorbo. The queer awakening for so many people even before he was out in the books. This is another "I love him because he's kinda rude" character. His hatred towards other characters is always warranted tbh, because they ostracize him for?? No good reason at all???? No one wants to or tries to be his friend in heros of olympus for the first four books (except Hazel, who practically has to force others to talk to him) and it pisses me off to no end. Percy spent battle of the labyrinth hunting him down, but would he have been so dedicated if he wasn't getting the iris messages??? Doubt it. Anyway. I adore Nico, he deserved better, and I'm so glad he's got a wonderful bf and his own book now. I will never get tired of him and I really hope the tv series goes well so he can finally come to life in live action ♡

Honorable Mentions: Ronan Lynch, Cloud Strife, Roxas, Hiccup Haddock, Sasuke Uchiha, Portgas D. Ace, Killua Zoldyck, Allen Walker, Vlad Masters

I don't rlly talk to many people on here so...if one of my picks was also yours, consider yourself tagged!

#i could write full essays on all of these characters #including the honorable mentions #thnx again for tagging me!!!!

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Howdy I was that first ask (sorry I'd rather stay anon, bad xmen fandom experiences taught me to keep my opinions to myself or people will go after you personally). I'm only answering now cuz it doesn't look like we got the same timezones : I found your blog after looking up Margali related stuff (I needed this) and saw the reblog with the tag about "messy timeline". I like putting together timeline charts for my favs so I pulled out my Nightcrawler related one (slightly messy from following Si Spurrier's runs) and decided to give a shot to X-Men Blue. Big mistake. I should have listened to you. My 10 years in the making timeline chart is now only good for the dumpster and I'm done with Si.

I sent my ask to you because everyone is very hush hush about these kinds of complains and I just wanted you to know you weren't alone.

Okay so, I don't hate the Golden Child on her own, it's... How she came to be was unnecessary weird (genetically Kurt is as much her grandpa as he is her dad, wtf). What a weird road to go down instead of having her be like Cardinal. You know the chimera engineered from Nightcrawler's DNA +2 mutants that's straight up Azazel with red hair and eyes ? From PoX ? (Not sure if the editors remember him at all)

Funny stuff about Azazel btw, the demon thing was a retcon on his mutant status done after Austen left (he's back to being a mutant since 2019), Azazel keeps close contact with other Winding Way witches than Margali and Nightcrawler's ectrodactyly might have come from him too because he has been shown in a few comics (when doing his behind the scenes scheming with no one else around) to have that at least for his hands and uses his shapeshifting to hide it... For reasons.

I personally never cared about the Baron because he was a nothing character ? Man didn't even have a first name or canon appearance until TAS and his lastname's a plothole. This gets to the point where having him and Azazel turn out to be the same person, like a secret identity to the latter dude, would actually be an improvement and funny idea.

You're right, that "beloved darling child" is a straight up joke when looking at Mystique and Destiny's actions : They adopted and raised Rogue in 616 since she was a CHILD, raised both her and Kurt together in the "Children in the attic" what-if (Scott Lobdell but Mystique didnt throw Nightcrawler into a waterfall to save herself. Still calls Rogue the child she "always wanted" even then) and straight up let Nightcrawler die saving Hope when they were ready to sacrifice her as a baby to save Rogue (Kurt's death was avoidable and Mystique didn't know he'd be back to life like ever).

Mystique also raised Nightcrawler from birth in Age of Apocalypse where everything is Hell and he gets killed (Apocalypse attacks long after he was born so it's the same chain of events until that) and kept close contact and looked after Destiny's many human children, mutant grandchildren and grand-grandchildren throughout the years in 616... To the point of killing Graydon Creed, her biological son which she kept close watch on until his teens, to protect them. Kurt turns out to have been neglected more by her than Graydon at this point following this one shot.

The change made here on the "definite origin story" complicates and contradict stuff for no reason. It also adds another layer of unanswered questions which goes against the point of a definite story

"Why would Mystique and Destiny plan on having this kid, finally have him then straight up abandon him because of a 'sudden vision' when one of them is a precog who checks the future 24/7 to be sure everything goes perfectly fine but apparently kept things going when she saw 0 futures with that baby in it post due-date and never even once wrote about said baby in her future diaries for Mystique to do stuff for him in the future when she was gone (contrary to Rogue the child they adopted) ?" Si Spurrier doesn't care to think about important elements like that and just keeping throwing stuff on a wall to see what sticks

"Why didn't they rescue Nightcrawler before Xavier at any point and recruit him/secretly raise him with Rogue ?" Nightcrawler's first appearance was him literally running away from a mob (canonically not his first) before being saved by Xavier, one of the 3 people Mystique and Destiny were going to assassinate in their first appearance (Days of Future Past) which directly led to Nightcrawler being one of the first (avoidable) mutant casualties of that timeline. So even without years of baggage, these two didn't care about Kurt within their first X-Men issue with him. But sure the answer to this is probably the future vision excuse again I bet...

Well tell that to Margali Szardos, the circus fortune teller who managed to properly raise Kurt and protect him with half the power, wealth, means, knowledge and people. Oh wait we can't cuz she ded (Weird coincidence that the same writer behind this story which tries to make Mystique and Destiny look like the best moms for Nightcrawler turned Kurt's actual good mom into the complete opposite of who she was then unceremoniously killed her...)

Mystique has also spent her time using her knowledge of his origins as way to get him to do stuff for her then lied about them over and over again (this story makes it the third time she lied). Something she never hesitated or regretted doing

Then you have... Krakoa. So much to say. Most recent example ? Mystique and Destiny abandoned Kurt (for the 2nd time now) in the Sins of Sinister timeline when they left the island before he got switched with his sinister clone and Margali did her full corruption thing. They straight up ignored him when he grew horns in present time from beginning to end. He gets mind-controlled, murders people and has to leave to an Orchis filled Earth without keeping in touch with anyone, no reaction whatsoever from them

This reveal just turned Mystique and Destiny from bad to god awful parents in general (it looks like they never cared because they never raised him themselves) and yet the story pretends otherwise

One, before I get into anything, BIIIG ask. I've never had an ask that big. Two, Before I get into anything, Cardinal my beloved, my son, my beautiful beautiful boy, he and god baby should both be canon and like. weird universeally/timeline displaces siblings. A thing about Cardinal that I personally think is an interesting concept is how, being part Rachel (so a descendant of Jean) would make him probably be on the Phoenixes list of favourite hosts, which I think could be interesting with his anti-violence genes (<- whatever the fuck that was). Also they should remember him, since they made Rasputin 4 canon (I have my complaints about her genetic make up too, considering shes part. illyana and piotr.) Again, long thoughts under the read more

Yeah, again I completely agree on the neglect paart. The reveal managed to make Destiny and Mystique even more horrible parents, but it's trying to paint them as loving their son, which, is kinda nonsensical with past context. As I said, this retcon at this point in time is bad for the characters BECAUSE of the years of plot from the past. From mystique caring for other children to how they both act towards Kurt throughout things like Krakoa, it doesnt really add up. Plus, what would be the reason for them to not tell him sooner? Did destiny specifically see Kurt get a sick ass magic sword and go "this is incredibly important to the timeline" and thats why they stayed quiet? Having them make destiny and raven be heartbroken about the baby having to go and having the description literally be like "neither of us ever had any kids because of love until we decited to have you" It's a whiplash that could technically work if built up right, but this wasn't built up. Because I do think this could've worked with better set up, but its too late for that.

And yeah no, there have been what-ifs of mystique "successfully" raising Kurt, so it just makes the vision a weirdly cruel plotpoint. Plus that means Destiny is now canonically at fault for all that happened to Kurt, because she knew and actively set it in motion through this retcon. Which. is a wild thing to accidentally do.

Though I do like the moment where Mystique is like "I wished for a daughter", that feels fitting to her and kurts relationship.

Also this does make Kurt doing his "make 'em talk by letting them freefall under the threat of letting them splat" to Destiny funnier. You go boy, threaten matricide!

And man, yeah, Margali wasn't a perfect mom, but we have many scenes of her being a good mom or at least trying to be (specifically for kurt). Shout out to her calling Kurt her specialest boy that one time, she loved her baby. We need a Margali comic about her and her powers honestly, she's canonically one of the strongest sorcerers ever, bound by the moody nature of a living dimension, it would be so interesting to see how the way actually effects her and if she's like, bound to certain actions by the way, lest it destroys her or something. She is the sorcerer supreme of it iirc so there is a very specific connection here, especially since the wandering way is alive. With Kurt having the magic sword now too, it would be interesting for margali to come back (cause lets be real, she isnt gonna stay dead (<- threat. by me. at the comics.) and maybe teach him magic or how to work with magic. Let them actually work out the cracks in their relationship, show that they both do love eachother, but time and everything that has come up just kept tearing at them and margalis laissez-faire nature and following of the winding way didnt really help.

also man, krakoa was a good fun idea, i hate that they killed her, you couldve done alot of good with krakoa, the writers were just on their "uuuuh. shit we cant have mutants be happy" path again

#moth answers #less things to say on this one #long post #i really want a margali comic #i think she could be so interesting as a protagonist #she knows alot of outside characters too #make her visit the magic school!#she could teach about like. familiars or bonding with a magic source #also she knows wanda #i cant help but point at that #that is a canon thing that happened once and was never adressed if i remember correctly #she met wanda in a dream when wanda was a kid #wanda has a great comic series rn where she interracted with a bunch of characters that havent had a good amount of screentime (I think)#like Luna and Viv #Have margali show up and talk to her about issues #maybe have them meet up in dreams again!!#like margali calling out to wanda from the fuckin. glow ball dimension and ask wanda for help getting out #thank youuuuu rebecca for the glow orbs #<- mother righteouses name #i think she should be Natalie but yknow #yes I know shes supposed to represent his wife but the sinisters being three nathaniels and one rebecca is just so EH

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