#its an incredibly sad and fucked up situation

[tunedtostatic]

[Additional Image Description: On a grey background, there are five small black line art illustrations lined up across the center. The first is a sword with a hooked blade pointing upwards, the second is a hand with magic curling up out of it, the center is a castle with wavy lines extending from it into a dark sky, the third is a beaker with steam curling up from it, and the last is a shortsword pointing downwards. The sword has a few dark red shading lines. In the lower right corner of the fanmix cover is the title, "heart of my own," in dark red medieval calligraphy font. End Additional Image Description.]

HEART OF MY OWN - A FANMIX FOR CASSANDRA DE ROLO IN THE TIME OF THE BRIARWOODS

Overgrown - machineheart // Edge of the World - Within Temptation // Ashes and Rust - Wynnie Stone // Take Me Home - The Paper Kites, Nadia Reid // Nobody (Live) - The Crane Wives // The Tangled Tree - Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker // Heart Of My Own - Basia Bulat // Don't She Run - I Draw Slow // Murder City - Abigail Lapell // Until the Fire - Ladytron // Control - Halsey // Lament - Mount Moriah // Catch the Light - Haroula Rose

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Fanmix on Spotify

#cassandra de rolo #cr1 #music #fanmix #id in alt text #described #remember how i was like i spent $8 or whatever it was on paint from cvs because i wanted to make the cass fanmix a painted cover? #l + ratio + i did not have time + my camera isn't working so i can't even do a minimalist painted version #so here's literal clipart (not actually clipart its free use images from pixabay but lets be real. stylistically. its clipart) #you can see what my Vision would have been (i wanted to paint the above in medieval manuscript illustration style on a black #background where instead of the (very nice) castle in the center it would have been the sun tree/tree from the de rolo crest #with curling branches and roots filling the whole paper above and below as well #honestly i think artistic vision clip art edition turned out good! captured the vibe. even found a sword that looks like craven edge. #this is another thing i never made a follow-up post about and i'm going to do that rn (pandemic talk incoming) #i'm stepping away from the fandom by the live show because i can't watch them do a live show in a pandemic #like friends are staying in the fandom and i don't judge/care!! i don't *want* to leave i just can't watch or do art and fic for a #work of fiction after it gets real life human beings killed #thats my uncrossable line #its an incredibly sad and fucked up situation #and this week i'm trying to finish up some fanworks (this and another mix and two fics) that i had done or over half done pre-announcement #so i can get that out of the way and focus on. i guess irl is not the word but keeping in touch with fandom bros and practical stuff for #what i think will be a shitty last couple of weeks before the live show itself

[norrizzandpia]

I’ve Got You (LN4)

Summary: In the midst of the FIA determining whether his lap times will be deleted, Y/n finds her boyfriend sitting in front of multiple cameras, but that doesn’t matter, he’s upset and she’s got him.

Warnings: none <3

Note: this is based off when Lando’s quali lap times were deleted and he was just sitting there looking at his hands all sad :(

“Where is he?” Y/n threw the headphones off her head the moment she caught wind of the news.

Andrea approached her softly, a hand up, “He’s doing the post-quali interviews, Y/n.”

She shook her head at him, “So, what? He’s just sitting there as they converse about his lap time? Andrea, you know how he gets with these things. He shouldn’t be alone.”

Andrea stepped in front of her when she tried to maneuver around him, trying to get to Lando, “Y/n, there are too many cameras. We can’t ensure PR.”

She blinked at him, “Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck PR. I don’t care about anything, but getting to him right now. He should not be alone right now. I mean, look at him!” She waved her hand toward the TVs, screens showing Lando picking at his nails as clear embarrassment sunk into his body, “He doesn’t even want to be alone right now.”

Andrea huffed, eyes glancing to the side before landing back on her and nodding, “Fine, but no major PDA.”

She loved Andrea, she truly did, but she gave him a nasty look before rushing off.

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She weaseled her way through the crowds, tears springing her eyes at the image of Lando sitting idly by himself. A man stopped her when she tried to get passed the barriers, “Miss, you do not have authorization to enter into this area.”

She smiled at him, “I’m his girlfriend.”

That didn’t mean anything in the eyes of security, “Okay.”

A frown found its way onto her face, “Sir, please. I’m trying to comfort someone I love.”

He continued to shake his head, “I understand, but I cannot allow you into this area. I can’t confirm who you are.”

Hands tied, her eyes spotted Oscar and she yelled him over. When his feet landed him feet away from the situation, he didn’t need anytime to realize what was going on. Oscar grabbed Y/n’s arm, “It’s okay. She’s with me.”

The man thought for a moment before allowing her through, a smile on her face as she thanked Oscar. He waved it off, asking her to promise a happier Lando. She would try, she said.

Lando saw her feet first. Her white sneakers that she loved so much aligned in his vision and he stopped picking at his fingers. His gaze slid up her form as she sat down next to him, hand sliding under and around his arm softly. She heard the murmurs, they were incredibly loud, and the camera clicks, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She could practically feel the upset melting off Lando. She hurt so much for him.

His body relaxed at the feeling of her warmth and when she laid her head on his shoulder, he laid his on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She whispered. Maybe lip readers would figure out what they said.

His hands went to fidget with the nails on his fingers, but she stopped him, linking their hands and softly rubbing his skin, “It’s okay. I need to work harder. I can’t keep failing like this.”

She squeezed his hand three times, a silent confession of love, “You’re not failing. You haven’t failed, Lan. Everybody is proud of you. Racing is a hard sport and you are one of the most talented drivers here. You’re so so hard on yourself, love.”

Lando chuckled, “Y/n, you have to say these things. You’re my girlfriend.”

She pulled her head back lightly, giving him a moment to get his off her head before looking him in the eyes, “Lan, I don’t have to say anything. When have I ever lied to you? When have I not told you that an outfit looked bad when it did? When have I not told you that a move you did in the race screwed you over when it did? When have I not told you you handled a situation badly when you did? I’ve always been up front with you. This is a hard track. You are not a failure, Lan. Nobody thinks that.”

He was quiet for a moment before pecking her lips, “Even though part of me is still beating myself up over this, knowing you’re proud of me helps it subside a bit.”

She smiled, kissing his cheek whilst still rubbing his hand, “Of course, I’m proud of you. Lan, I will always be proud of you. Even when you don’t give your all, I’m proud of you for being you. Fuck anybody who thinks different, you’ve got this. You have shown time and time again that you’ve got this. I’m sure you’ll give it your all tomorrow and you’ll continue to show just how much you’ve got this.”

His head fell to the side with a soft grin, “You think so?”

She brushed the hair around his face away, “Yes, I do think so. And, hey, even if you don’t, if you DNF, I’ll buy you your favorite ice cream and we’ll watch a sad movie, have a good cry. We can turn anything bad into something good.”

He laughed, “How is crying a good thing?”

She gave him a deadpanned look, “Baby, you love a good cry.”

He leaned into her as he giggled, “You’re right. You know me too well.”

She nodded, “I love you, don’t I?”

“I love you too. Thank you.” He whispered, kissing her lightly in fear of the cameras. He never told her often, but Y/n had the greatest ability to talk him out of his moments of self-doubt. Whether it was small or big, she always knew just the things to say to make him snap out of his anxieties. Her superpower, turning his frown upside down.

He wished he was as good as her at it, but she was Y/n, his favorite person, she did everything better than everybody.

He loved her for it, he lived for it, he continued for it.

He loved her, he lived for her, he continued for her.

And when they told him his lap times had been deleted, the weight didn’t feel as heavy. Her arm wrapped around the side of his body as they walked away and her whispers of reassurance in his ear, the lap time situation began to feel smaller.

He accredited it all to her. Her words worked wonders, but, if he was being honest, a small look sent his way from her would do the trick. He guessed it was how much he felt for her, how much of his happiness lay with her.

Under the Qatar Grand Prix lights, Lando found peace. When the reporters asked him how he was coping with the loss, he had the same response every time.

“Some time spent in the presence of my girlfriend will work wonders.”

#mclaren #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris fic #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris edit #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris blurb #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n

[royalarchivist]

Phil briefly talks about QSMP, the admin situation, Quackity, the new team, and the harassment both Quackity and the admins have been receiving.

Please listen to the clip and read the transcript in its entirety. Keep in mind that things can easily be taken out of context (even this clip, though I did try to include everything he said).

If you'd like to see the full unedited conversation, Phil started talking about last week's interactions with YD and Bad ~1h 57m into today's VOD, which led into this conversation about QSMP.

[ Complete Transcript ↓ ]

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Phil: Yeah, she's great. Another- another reason why QSMP is just like... fuckin' incredible. That was like, not even ever going to happen without QSMP. Like, obviously it's had its problems, it's go– it's had its problems. Those problems are being rectified. All the people that were wrong'uns have been fired [Laughs] And Quackity's put a new team together. So like, I'm so happy that I'm like– that Q is doing everything he can right now to make it like, right.

But I am still just sad that Chayanne and Tallulah are just asleep, that is just making me real sad. So I've been like, logging on whenever I can to just like, hang out and stuff and just, you know, be around. But I am- I am just sad boy now. [Laughs] I've like– throwing all those penguins into the- the Spawn area was like, my limit. And the like, laughing with YD and Bad kind of cheered me up a bit.

But yeah, I'm sure most of you can agree. It's like, once- once you've been making content on a server a certain way, it's- it's been like, 6 - 8 months of like, the same like type of content I've been making on that server. It's been very lore-heavy, it's been very Egg hanging out with the Eggs and just chilling. Like, not even like doing anything crazy. We would just hang out. But yeah, I'm sure everyone's in the same boat. Like, we all just like, miss that, you know?

So... just gotta wait around. Just gotta wait. Wait for things to get better. Trust in Big Q.

But yeah, moments- moments like the other day, Chat, where me, Bad, and YD were just hanging out just like kind of... you know, it just kind of like... What's the word I'm looking for? Like, drills home how important the QSMP is and can be for connecting people. Not just now, but in the future. And like, that- I feel like that is something that's definitely worth protecting, or something that's worth like, seeing happen in the future with other people. Not even thinking about like, if I'm gonna be interacting with anyone like, thinking about like other people interacting with other people in the future. It's fucking- It's so cool.

Like, imagine seeing like, brand new streamers that you might've not have heard of interacting with people that you know right now. Not necessarily me or people that I know, but like– like, the connections that we've all made.

Dude, Me and Kristin went to fuckin' Switzer-France to hang out with these people! [Laughs] Cellbit and Lore traveled from fucking Brazil to Switzer-France to hang out! The- these connections are like, mental. Just never would have happened without the server, and that's definitely something worth protecting. And like, ensuring it is done the correct way in the future.

That means a lot to us Chat, it does– [Briefly responds to Chat] It means a lot to us and like, obviously the admins being well-taken care of is like, at the fore-front.

And Quackity speaks very highly of this new team. He's like- he's chatted to us like, in calls and stuff. He's been keeping us up to date on everything that's been going on behind the scenes, everything that he can tell us anyways. And like, he is very happy with this new team. He pretty much said that they are like, very passionate about the project, and we can like, trust that he trusts them to do a very good job. So...

Yeah, I'm excited but like, we just have to kind of like, wait. Like, there's a lot being changed around, there's a lot of plans. But the good thing to know is that the people that caused harm have been removed. And now the people that are like, in charge are like, very passionate about the project and just want to see everyone happy and succeed and be taken care of. But these things take time. So we just have to hang about, we have to wait.

[Responding to someone asking about what happened with QSMP and the Admin situation] I'm not going to go into too much detail, you can find out exactly what has gone on, and it's not as simple as black and white. It's- there's a lot of gray areas in there, and it's like very complicated, so you can go look it up yourself, but ultimately, all you need to know is that the initial admin team, the like, head people at the top that Quackity put in charge like ages ago when the server first started were making decisions that were like, not good for the health and also the well-being of the actors, and like, admins and like, the staff. So like, some staff were fine, other staff had a shit fucking time, and it was unfair and terrible and went unnoticed for a while, and then it all came out and Quackity's been like, fixing it since.

Most recently, he stepped down from the team because of like, how serious shit was getting. Like, people online have been fucking awful. And it's very dangerous at the minute for like the ex- like, members of the team, and also him. It's like- it's terrible.

So it's very heated, very– it's– again— and it's not as simple as just like "This- this is– this is right, this is wrong." It's like- it's very- there's a lot of muddled areas, and it's not as easy as just saying "This is exactly what happened." I'm summarizing. I'm literally just summarizing. But all you need to know right now, the latest update is that the team that are in charge are very passionate about the projects and are like, much, much better and will take care of the new people and the admins and all the actors and stuff a lot better than the last fucking team because the initial problem was that Quackity kind of like, took a bit more of a step back and he wasn't like, overseeing every single thing that was going on behind the scenes, but now he's had to- he's had to take a step back, he's been forced to take a step back, but he's left it in the hands of a team that he truly trusts this time. Like, he's actually fully-vetted.

So HOPEFULLY– again: there's more things that need to be done behind the scenes, and I'm not an official spokesperson, I'm just a person playing on the fucking server that my friend has made, and I'm very happy to support him, and I trust that he will do and continue to do the right thing.

But yeah. Not as simple as just [Snaps fingers] "This is this." It's like– there's so much fucking like, middle ground and shit that's gone on. And that's all I'm gonna say on it! 'Cuz otherwise it's just gonna go on and on and on, and people are gonna be like, "What do you know?" and be like "I don't know shit!" And the stuff that I do know, I probably can't talk about right now. There's like, certain things that like, can't be said, for legal reasons and stuff.

#Philza #QSMP #Quackity #QSMP Admins #April 15 2024 #Transcribed #Edited #This isn't the cleanest edit but I was trying to get this out fast

[serpentarius]

been trying to wrap my head around the cancellation of "Our Flag Means Death" and why it hurts so fucking much. lots of folks who are much more eloquent than I have summed it up perfectly, but I still think it’s important I add my voice to the matter. 

It really, really sucks that the hurt is being compounded on us every time another queer/minority-led show gets prematurely cancelled. and for a long while, we also had to deal with the many shows that deliberately queerbaited us, which was a shitty and traumatic experience unto its own. And even though we’ve largely surpassed that early-‘00s-flavoured brand of queerbait now, mainstream queer media is still predominantly white-led. With the cancellation of OFMD, we've lost one of the very few intersectional queer shows in the mainstream. Shouldn’t we be beyond asking for crumbs at this point? Shouldn’t we get unabashedly intersectional shows helmed by and starring queer, BIPOC, and trans folks without them being axed for no rhyme or reason?

It’s exhausting at this point, honestly. OFMD has done so well in terms of viewership and engagement and fan response—almost entirely due to word of mouth and little thanks to the Max marketing team, mind you—and even still the show got cancelled? Can they make it make sense????

For me, the thing most akin to this OFMD situation was when Sense8 got cancelled. And yes, the fandom fought, and we eventually DID get a movie that wrapped things up years later! That gives me hope for OFMD, that maybe another network will pick it up, or maybe they’ll be able to make a movie someday. But what makes me sad about cases like Sense8 is knowing that the creators still had to force the narrative around the amount of time they were given. That the corporate overlords who only care about numbers and profit dictated how much time they had to wrap up their story.

And it fucking kills me that DJ only wanted one more season. One more season to complete the vision.

I'm just so mad that queer people are constantly being jerked around and used for profit and then left high and dry. And then we're given excuses like "oh there's no budget" or "oh there's not enough viewership, that's all it is". like, sure, maybe those are contributing factors, but then I look at all the useless garbage shows that have little viewership and high budgets that keep going forever and then I think "hmmmm, the math ain't mathing." It's fucking transparent; the corporations can spew all they want with their rainbow capitalism and talks about diversity, but the evidence is clear, and they can't convince me homophobia/racism/transphobia/etc. is not a factor in these decisions.

Anyways, back to OFMD. OFMD made me fall in love with fandom again. I drifted away from fandom for a while in my 20s, and while OFMD wasn't the first fandom that drew me back into the madness, it's certainly the largest. The sheer amount of creativity both within the show and outside of it has blown me away; I've read some of the best fics, seen some of the best art, and witnessed some of the most incredible creativity from people in this fandom.

And let's not forget the role of the show's creators and how they've interacted with us fans. They made us feel seen. And made us feel loved and valid, even when we were being weird and loud and horny. It's so fucking rare to see that. But they understood; understood that the show they made was for us, for any of us who've been marginalized or made to feel Othered or different or stuck in life or unsure of our identities. And they gave us so much love for it.

The story... man. The unique combination of quirky humour and bright visuals and dark, introspective moments, the gorgeous costumes and soft, lovely, unabashed queerness, and veteran actors and new actors all getting to shine, brilliant comedic actors getting to show off their dramatic chops and vice versa. For me, seeing Rhys Darby - an actor I've loved for a long time, but who I never thought I'd see in a leading role - getting to be the romantic lead in a queer role? And seeing acclaimed director/producer/screenwriter/actor Taika Waititi play opposite Rhys, as an indigenous Blackbeard? Fucking incredible. OFMD Edward Teach you will always be famous to me.

Anyways... despite my long ramblings here, I still don’t think I've been able to get to the root of WHY exactly this show has inched its way under my skin and stayed with me in the way it has. Maybe I'll spend years trying to understand it. But I DO know that it's in part to do with seeing both older queers AND a diverse range of queerness onscreen, in a way that I've never seen in media before. I DO know that OFMD has forced me to look inwardly, and allowed me to realize some important things about myself. About my own queerness, my own identity, things I'm still figuring out. I've cherished being able to see myself in Stede, in Ed, and each of the crew members. In Roach’s love for cooking, in Oluwande’s ability to mediate; in Jim’s quick temper, in the way Izzy builds walls to guard his heart. In Buttons’ quirkiness, in Wee John’s sass, in Frenchie’s ability to turn pain into humour; in The Swede’s silliness, in Lucius’ bluntness, in Pete’s soft heart beneath the skepticism. Lastly, OFMD has inspired me. To create, to write, to draw, to devour other peoples' works and worlds while I sit in sheer, overflowing joyousness at their talent.

so yeah. the news of this cancellation is upsetting and hurtful and disappointing. And it's making us cry, and it's making us grieve, and may make us hollow and numb at times because we've lost yet another thing we love so deeply before it was meant to go. It's so much more than "just a TV show". It means more to us than any passive mindless idiotic mind-numbing bullshit - because even though there's a time and a place and a purpose for that type of media, it's the thought-provoking work, the work that creators pour their entire hearts and souls into, that hit us deep in our own souls. The work that changes our lives. The work that has the ability to save lives, as I know OFMD has done for so many. 

please know I'm sending immense amounts of love and strength to those of you who are also hurting. we'll get through this, one way or another, and I'll keep up with the hope that we'll get more someday; but in the meantime, I'm holding you tight. ❤️️🫂

#our flag means death #ofmd #my thoughts #ofmd thoughts #sorry for the long rambles I just needed to scream into the void #I feel helpless right now but I also wanna fight #sending love ❤️

[thelaurenshippen]

re: that *chef kiss* PERFECT Franken-Drummer post and tumblr not being all over The Expanse, I know right?? it’s such an amazing show with so many delightful, complicated characters yet it’s so unfairly slept on! maybe because S1 takes awhile to get going and ppl give up? idk but it makes me sad that I have so few ppl to squeal about Drummer and Amos and Bobbie and Christjen and Ashford and Naomi (ad infinitum) with 😭🚀😭

WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT OBSESSED WITH THE EXPANSE HELLO!?!?! there's literally so much to love about it oh my god. you're right, it DOES take a second to get going but once it does!!!

for those of you who have not read or seen The Expanse series (I myself have yet to read the books), let me tell you why you'll love it:

political space drama with incredibly distinct cultures and phenomenal world building, if you're a details girlie (gn), you're gonna go nuts

the found family vibes!!??! are off!?!? the charts!?!? (minor spoilers for the first few episodes) four people are thrown into a situation in which they accidentally become the most important people/fugitives in the whole galaxy and most of them DO NOT trust each other, what could possible go wrong, and even better, what could possibly go RIGHT

Christjen Avasarala. you are not ready for her. most powerful mover-shaker on earth with the most incredible outfits you've ever seen, refined elegance with the filthiest mouth, plus she's got a classic "whatever those two have going on is so gay it veers into something else entirely" with her younger protective knight lady, Bobbie

Bobbie. the "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" post is made for her. we meet her in the show for the first time when she arm wrestles a robot and WINS. you will be begging for her to step on you with her mech suit

speaking of women I want to step on me Camina Drummer. angry revolutionary pirate queen of my heart. do you miss the unique agony of 2000/10s queerbaiting but want it to be not baiting somehow? this show does that, idk how else to explain it. the most agonizing sapphic pining you've ever seen but it's textual and also not painful because its gay. don't worry, Camina fucks, just not the girl she wants most (also spoilers, but this is not a bury your gays show don't worry)

Jim Holden is literally just Some Guy who becomes the special fantasy chosen one because he simply cannot stop Getting Involved. nosiest bitch in the universe, I love him.

imagine you're a girl who leaves your shitty ex and gets a normal industrial job on a spaceship, only to have a six foot, two hundred pound killer dressed as a mechanic imprint on you like a baby duck, and its unclear whether he wants to fuck you or call you a little sister but he definitely WILL kill for you and will do literally anything you say and then you both end up caught up in a weird galactic war by mistake and there's this other guy with a captain america level moral compass and he's cute and you're into him except your shitty ex is still out there with the biggest secret you have and meanwhile your best female friend is the coolest person you've ever met but you don't think you can be what she needs and you're holding your family together, you're holding the universe together and all you want is justice for your people but unfortunately you've gone and fallen in love with the accidental most important man in the galaxy. well, every day Naomi Nagata wakes up

Praxideke Meng. botanist of my heart. literally tames the rabid guard dog that no one else could. gentle and able to stay gentle because of said dog. which brings me to...

Amos Burton. I saved him for last because he is my guy. he is THAT guy. canonically aromantic pansexual king. are you into guard dog characters? do you find yourself drawn to the "sorry my love language is acts of service and all I'm good at is killing people" characters? amos burton is like seventeen tumblr posts come to life. previously mentioned enormous killer dressed as a mechanic, former heels wearing "I didn't always work in space" sex worker who is always rolling into brothels and being like "you guys unionized?", gives a shit about basically no one in the universe except his crew and every single child in the galaxy, accidental comedian because he cannot stop saying weird shit, not a nice or good person but a loyal one, and one who is always trying to relearn the empathy that was carved out of him as a young person. every time he goes homicidal to protect one of his chosen people (crew + any and every child), an angel gets its wings.

fin.

#answered #the expanse #most of this is cribbed from the essay I was texting a friend the other day lol #which is what inspired my expanse posting in the first place #bc I was like 'I HAVE to stop bothering this friend' lol #btw the canonically aromantic pansexual thing teeeechnically comes from the writers' twitter? #but like #you simply have to watch the show to know that about amos #he mostly doesn't sleep with people in the show and yes the few he does are women but the dude is queer #but anyway the authors have explicitly said he's aromantic and that his sexuality is 'yes'

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

hometown

poly kenny mccormick & kyle broflovski

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being stan’s twin had its perks, very occasionally. as his younger sibling, you got the protection of him. as shelly’s, you were bullied relentlessly. it didn’t help that your father, randy, was a loose cannon. not to mention the neglectful nature of your mother, sharon, who cared more about your siblings than about you.

as the (minutes younger) baby of the family, you were spoiled with material items, but never love. a new laptop every year, every gaming console as soon as it came out, every new game preordered. it just wasn’t the same as the bond your mother shared with your siblings, her true babies.

stan was your closest family member, which was a bit sad considering you had three others. many a night you spent in his room, the two of you venting about your shared distaste for your father. it truly felt like having a true friend for the first time in your life. you’d always struggled with making those in south park, a town full of angry kids, and having a built in best friend made things a lot easier.

you’d grown up playing with and hanging out with stan’s friends, especially kyle and kenny. the four of you shared a disdain for the other member of your friend group, eric. he was a pompous prick with little to no regard for anyone else’s feelings. his self-centered asshole mentality had carried into his teenage years, and into adulthood. he’d been disowned by your brother’s friends once they’d hit junior year of high school, which was a major relief for you.

you mulled over all of these things within the confines of your room, eyes on the ceiling, repeated sighs leaving your lips. your thoughts lingered on kenny and kyle, your only two friends in this world and, sadly, your crushes.

it was hard being friends with them in a way. they were dating, a long brewing relationship that developed over the course of sixteen years before they’d finally decided to get together. you were incredibly saddened by it, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t see them ever again.

they frequently joined in on yours and stan’s outings, but it was absolute torture for you. kenny was consistent in his pda with his boyfriend, and despite how much kyle protested it, he always wore a smile and gave in. you longed every day to be on the receiving end of kenny’s incessant kissing and hand holding, and kyle’s charming smiles and poetic flirting.

you’d been in this loop of self destruction for months. it was taking a toll on your mental health. you were tired constantly from nights spent staring at your ceiling, overthinking the entire situation about your two best friends.

you sighed, dragging yourself from your bed, and padded off to stan’s room. he was also still awake, phone screen lighting his face as he laid on his side. he looked up at you, scooted to the side, and tapped the empty space next to him. you crawled into bed with your brother, pulling the blankets to your chin as you shivered.

“you always keep your room so fucking cold,” you grumbled, holding your hand over your nose to trap the heat in. he sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting up to grab an extra blanket from the end of his bed and tossing it to you.

“and you complain too much. shut the fuck up,” he sighed, then laid back down and faced you. you adjusted the blanket over your body, then finally looked back at him with a huff.

“i don’t know what to do about kenny and kyle,” you admitted, a blush on your cheeks and a frown on your lips. stan raised his eyebrow, a sign for you to continue speaking. “i want to be with them, both of them, which i know is sort of shitty of me. i just love them, y’know? and it’s hard because they’re both so focused on each other that they don’t pay me any mind at all. am i shitty for this?”

“not at all,” stan responded, readjusting your head to lay on his arm instead of his mattress. “you don’t choose who you love. you just so happened to get fucked with having feelings for two people instead of one. that’s not your fault.”

you sighed, using one of your hands to adjust the stray hairs defying the part of his hair. he smiled at you, patting your cheek.

“i’m just not sure what exactly i’m supposed to do. i can’t just go for people in a relationship, y’know? i’d be so shitty for that. i just don’t know what to do.”

stan was silent for a moment, his eyes untrained and staring at the space behind your head. you worried your lip between your teeth as you waited to a response, pulling the blankets further up your body.

“i say you start flirting back,” he spoke finally. “they were flirting with you for ages before they got into a relationship with each other. maybe you could try flirting with them for a change?”

you froze, eyes growing big. they’d been flirting with you? you hadn’t noticed. now you felt like a huge idiot. stan wouldn’t lie about something like that. you really were so oblivious that you hadn’t noticed they were flirting with you.

“we’re all hanging out tomorrow. you should join us, maybe throw some hints their way. if it doesn’t work out, that’s completely fine, too. just know you don’t need them to be happy, okay? you’ve always got me, for life.”

—

you took stan’s advice, and boy did you regret it. it was mid winter in the colorado mountains, and you were freezing your ass off. you were clad in a thick jacket and one of stan’s fleece hats, and even that wasn’t enough to block out the frigid winds as the two of you waited for the couple to show.

“i hate you for this,” you grumbled, both your hands in the pockets of your brother’s jacket. he rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead, then adjusted the hat on your head to better cover your ears.

“it’s not my fault you get cold easily. stop complaining,” he muttered. you could hear kenny and kyle’s voices approaching, your eyes darting around to spot them. they approached behind your brother, hand in hand, smiles on their faces as they bickered playfully. you looked at your brother with wide eyes, panicking internally.

“i don’t think i can do this,” you whispered, stan offering a half smile as he rubbed your arms for friction heat.

“you’ve got this, y/n,” he whispered in response. you nodded hesitantly, shooting the approaching couple a glance over stan’s shoulder.

“i’ve got this,” you murmured to yourself as reassurance. you took a deep breath, opened your mouth, and shouted, “nice face, broflovski!”

the couple halted in their steps, and your heart dropped into your feet. you could visualize it laying between your feet, along with the bricks you’d just shat on the pavement.

then kenny’s face pulled into a crooked grin, and kyle smirked a tad as he tugged kenny towards you, kenny dragging his feet as they crossed the distance between the two groups.

“nice ass, marsh," kenny spoke as the couple finally approached. your face turned red, only amplified as kyle grabbed a handful of your brother's ass. stan's face matched yours as he swatted kyle's hand away, a scowl on his face.

"i fully agree, ken. stan's got some cake on him," kyle chuckled out, shooting a wink towards you. kenny scoffed and tossed an arm over his boyfriend's shoulder, smirking at you.

"i was talking about y/n here, but now that i'm looking at it, i think you might be right, ky," kenny drawled, landing a smack on your brother's ass.

"i wish the two of you would stop grabbing my ass," stan grumbled. you chuckled as you linked arms with your brother, gesturing to the coffee shop the three of you were stood before.

"can we please go in?" you begged, bending your knees and forcing a shiver for emphasis. "i really need a hot mocha before my entire body turns into a lump of frostbite."

"y/n, i love you, but you are literally the single most dramatic bitch i know," stan grumbled, but complied with your request. you shot a grin over your shoulder to the couple behind you as the four of you entered tweak bros. coffee, the duo offering equally large smiles of their own.

the coffee date was relatively uneventful otherwise. kyle would occasionally wink at you, and kenny had grabbed your hand over the table a handful of times, but it was otherwise sort of boring. stan had, unfortunately, spilled an iced americano in his lap, and the hangout had been wrapped up two hours after it had started.

"alright, guys. i've gotta get butterfingers here home before i start bullying him for shitting his pants through his dick. i'll see you guys later," you sighed as the four of you once again stood outside the coffee shop. kyle cast a glance to kenny, who pulled you into a tight hug for a few moments.

"kenny and i aren't doing anything later. how about the two of you come over for movie night tonight?" kyle asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. you glanced at your brother, who was already shaking his head while he struggled to cover the brown stan on his crotch with his jacket. your heart sunk along with the corners of your lips, your hands finding their way into your jacket pockets.

"probably not tonight. stan's got a pretty big conference call later," you uttered in response, shifting your weight between your legs. stan look at you with confusion written all over his face, nudging you towards the couple in front of you with his elbow.

"so you go without me, dumbass. i have a call, not you. go have fun with tweedle bitch and tweedle cunt," he responded. you flushed, a frown on your face as you pulled your brother to the side. you could hear kyle and kenny grumbling about their nicknames from a few feet away.

"i'm not going to their apartment by myself, dumbfuck," you hissed in a whisper, eyes narrowed. "what if i have to, like, shit or something? that would be embarrassing as fuck."

"how is that embarrassing?" stan deadpanned, his face blank as he stared at your nervous, fidgeting form.

"i could clog their toilet and then have to fish out my own shit with my hands. or i could not make it to the toilet and accidentally spray shit on their walls. anything could fucking happen, stan" you whisper yelled. stan rolled his eyes and bent down, hoisting you up into his arms and turning around, your disgruntled form held bridal style in his arms. he passed you off to a surprised kenny, who struggled to hold you for a second before gaining his footing and his purchase on you.

"take this stupid bitch home with you or i'm going to beat her ass the second she steps foot in our apartment," your brother deadpanned, then turned on his heel and walked towards your shared home.

"you're just going to leave me, stanley!" you shouted, stan flipping you the bird over his shoulder.

"sure am, bitch! don't care where you go, just don't come home until my call is over!" he called back to you. you huffed, rolling your eyes. then you made eye contact with kenny, then kyle, and your face turned red as you sulked.

"you can set me down, kenny," you muttered, a squeak passing through your lips as he turned and began walking towards kyle's car. "seriously, kenny, you can set me down."

"i don't think he's going to," kyle mused as he unlocked his car with his key fob. you glanced at him with a shy smile, and then up at kenny with the same smile. the blonde grinned at you as he placed you in a sitting position on the hood of the suv, patting your thighs with both hands as you settled.

"thanks, ken. i can't believe stan just left me like that. what if you guys decided to traffic me or something? he wouldn't have his twin there to keep him awake at night. instead he'd get to sleep at a decent time and i just can't let that happen," you rambled as kyle and kenny worked together to tidy up the clutter in their back seat.

"y/n, honey, you've known us since diapers. i highly doubt we'd traffic you," kyle hummed as he came to stand between your legs. you flushed, crossing your arms over your chest as you avoided his gaze. you were shivering so violently your teeth were chattering, your jacket once again doing almost nothing to shield you from the cold winter air.

"i'm just saying the chances are never zero. my dad could and would traffic me if he could get free crack as payment and i came directly from his ballsack. if you wanted to, you would," you protested, rubbing your arms with your bare hands in an attempt to bring some warmth back to your body. kyle took notice, his calculating green eyes missing nothing, and slowly removed his gloves as you spoke. they dropped into your lap, his hands capturing yours and sliding them over your shaking fingers.

"sweetheart, i'm sure we could score the best crack for you, but it just won't happen," kenny mused, approaching on your side and leaning against the door of the suv as he looked at you with a humored smile. "i think kyle would be absolutely devastated if i traded you for crack instead of stephen king's full collection."

you guffawed, looking between kyle and kenny, mouth dropped open and eyes wide. kenny was obviously holding back laughter while kyle glared at him, annoyance clearly displayed on his sharp features.

"kenny, if you don't shut the fuck up, i will cut your mullet off in your sleep," kyle spat. you scoffed and held up your hands, feigning offence. you were holding back laughter as well, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

"i can't believe this. i'm calling the fucking tooth fairy. next time you lose a tooth in a bar fight, you can count on the tooth fairy leaving a pile of shit under your pillow instead of a dollar," you threatened kenny, sliding your way off the hood of the suv. kyle burst out into laughter alongside kenny, the blonde following behind you to open the car door for you. you relished in the remnants of the heat in the vehicle, clasping your hands in your lap to keep them warm. kenny stood between your legs, taking kyle's spot, and you rolled your eyes with a humored grin.

"i'm sorry, sugar," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you were left a blushing, stuttering mess as he crept away and shut your door behind him. kyle shot you a smug look from the driver seat, taking in the flustered expression on your face.

"i think you broke her," the ginger uttered to the blonde as he slid into the passenger seat. kenny shrugged, winking a blue eye at you from the front seats.

you were incapacitated.

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long story short, kyle was a great driver, and kenny was a horrible passenger princess. kyle was very calm for the entire forty-five-minute drive back to their house, his driving smooth and road rage minimal. meanwhile, kenny was going absolutely feral in the passenger seat. he played the absolute most random songs, some lame techno beats with little to no words, and hung his head out the window almost the entire drive.

you were incredibly thankful to see the couple's apartment building appear in the distance, entirely overwhelmed by kenny's chaotic passenger activities. by the time the three of you had made it to their home, kenny's hair was tousled and frizzy from the cool wind whipping through it. kyle simple smiled at his lover and pulled him into a soft kiss. your heart clenched at the sight, jealousy burning in your stomach.

"oh, sorry, y/n. you want one too?" kenny inquired with a cocky grin. your face burned as you pulled the best disgusted expression you could, eyes jumping between his and the back of his seat.

"fix your face first. you look like you got hit by the ugly train," you grumbled, watching his smile grow through your repetitive glances towards his face.

"you know you love my face, marsh," he cooed. kyle exited the vehicle amidst your banter with kenny and you were quick to follow, jogging to catch up. kenny caught you by the wrist, scooping you up in his grasp, and carried you the rest of the way to the door. you yelped, eyes big and face red, body jumping with each bound to the house's entrance.

"kenny, i do wish you'd stop frightening our guest," kyle called, amusement clear in his voice. over kenny's shoulder, you could see him bending to pick up the hat kenny had knocked off your head in his hasty actions.

"nice ass, broflovski!" you called over his shoulder, a mischievous smile on your face. he jumped and turned to look at you, face red and grinning.

"nice rack sweetheart," kenny whispered in your ear, once again reminding you of the position you were stuck in, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. you were rendered speechless for the second time that day, brain short-circuiting as kenny carried you into their home. kyle closed the door behind the three of you, tossing your hat on the back of the couch. you were quick to follow, kenny hovering you over the back and dropping you haphazardly on top of the cushions. his body fell over the side, his body toppling on top of yours, head burying itself in the cushions next to your head.

"kenny! you give me such a fucking migraine. please get off y/n! she's fucking fragile!" kyle scolded, swatting at the back of kenny's head with a scowl. you giggled, albeit a bit nervously, gazing up at kyle around kenny's mop of blonde hair. kyle was red in the face, averting his eyes from yours, circling the sofa to take his seat next to your feet. with both hands, he lifted both yours and kenny's legs, scooting over and laying them in his lap.

"hey pretty thing," kenny cooed as he finally lifted his head from the suffocation of the couch. his grin was dopey as he gazed at you, eyes droopy and hair messily covering half of his face. "come here often?"

"please stop seducing our guest," kyle deadpanned, swatting at kenny's foot. kenny hissed and threw his legs off the side of the couch, letting half his body slide onto the floor, his head buried in your torso. you sat up, gingerly pushing kenny's head off you, pulling your legs from kyle's lap in favor of pulling them to your chest. he looked away from the television long enough to pointedly glance at you, then turned his attention back to it and used the hand that wasn't controlling the remote to pull them back onto his lap. you blushed, only increased by kenny scooting his way between you and kyle, your legs now crossing both their laps. kyle used his free hand to pry your shoes from your feet, eyes still glued to the screen.

"y/n, what kind of movie do you wanna watch?" kyle inquired, turning his head to look at you over his lover. you shrugged, arms around your torso, blush on your face.

"i don't really know. i’m not really one for movies lately. i’m too busy watching shameless,” you admitted sheepishly. kenny’s head perked up and turned to you, a grin on his face.

“what season?” he asked eagerly. you made quick work of finding your phone, hands shaking as you opened netflix and checked your progress.

“season six, episode three,” you responded. kenny turned to kyle, who opened netflix and selected the correct season and episode of shameless. he paused it as soon as it loaded, making eye contact with kenny. you were squirming. they seemed to be making conversation telepathically, eyes locked on each other, silence piercing your ears.

"which one of us are you in love with?" kyle finally asked, voice soft as he leaned forward to stare into your soul. your squirming intensified, kenny rubbing your calve reassuringly as he gazed at you. you felt like a deer caught in headlights, heart pumping in your ears, hands shaking in your lap, face pale, eyes wide.

"we're not asking out of a place of spite, love," kenny reassured. you could hardly hear him over the sound of your own pulse, your mouth going dry as tears flooded your eyes. you'd never felt so anxious before in your life. this was everything you wanted, laid out in front of you, and you were terrified.

"i-" was all you managed to get out, unable to speak around the lump in your throat and the cotton in your mouth.

"sweetheart," kyle sighed, leaning far forward to reach his arm over kenny and grasp on of your hands. kenny did the rest of the work, tugging you into a side hug as you panicked. you weren't sure exactly what your issue was. you wanted them to be interested in you. you wanted their attention. you wanted this. why the hell were you having a panic attack over something you'd been praying for since puberty?

eventually, after a handful of minutes, you were able to calm down enough to hear the murmured reassurane of the couple holding you. you could pull your head back and you could look at them, an embarrassed smile on your face as you whispered your apology.

"why should you be sorry, love? we caught you off guard," kenny hushed. kyle nodded along in agreement, a soft smile on his face as his fingertips caressed your cheek.

"you don't have to apologize for anything, sweetheart. we genuinely didn't think you'd react like that. that's completely our fault," he whispered, ginger curls falling into his face. you ran your fingertips over his forehead to adjust them, then let them trail down the side of his face. he flushed under your touch, cheeks turning a rosy pink under a small smattering of sun exposure freckles.

"if we're being honest, we've had feelings for you for quite some time, probably a decade. we were trying to figure out if you were interested in one of both of us," kenny admitted. you blushed, eyes jumping between kenny's red face and kyle's. for a second, you wondered if you were in a dream. you discreetly pinched your leg, wincing as your heart raced. it definitely wasn't a dream.

"both," you whispered. you were still incredibly nervous to admit your feelings, but with the confession on kenny's part, you felt a bit more confident in your feelings. kenny was the first to embrace you, your face buried in his boney chest, kyle's lanky arms wrapping around the both of you.

"we don't have to immediately figure shit out," kyle murmured after a few moments of your silent embrace. you nodded slowly, unraveling your fingers from the back of kenny's shirt.

"i'd rather watch shameless right now, if i'm being honest," you murmured, a sheepish smile on your face. "my mind has been fucked way too much for one day." kyle chuckled along, pressing play on the tv. kenny started unzipping your outdoor coat with a small grin.

"i mean, we could always fuck you in other ways," he joked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. you guffawed, face turning red as kyle whacked his chest.

"kenny, please, shut the actual fuck up!" he exclaimed, face equally as red as yours. kenny burst into laughter as he continued helping you out of your coat, draping it on the back of the sofa.

"sorry, sorry," he chortled. you settled into the couch, a small smile on your face as you focused your attention on the dysfunctional screen family.

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taglist @hand-writxen @quackyfae @n0tangeliccc @triphovia @vanillawh0re @scrawny-simp @oldcabinets @mags138 @zeroquiverx

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

[bitethedevil]

what annoys me the most about "canonically bad in bed", a list

- this is coming from hist LITERAL DILDO, like sorry he is not trying to pleasure his dildo, DO YOU PLEASE YOUR DILDO OR YOURSELF WHEN U GET OFF??? (totally understand haarlep is unhappy #freehaarlep but that is not the topic of this treatise)

- masturbation is always auto-erotic. e.g. almost all pornography directed at straight men shows men glorification of THEIR role in a sex situation, almost all erotica directed at straight women shows THEM being desired, it is always abt u and ur ego

- being "good" or "bad" in bed is a normative bullshit question I am frankly annoyed tav can even ask, because different people like different things, and this game is otherwise a lot better written about sex and gender stuff. also if you play haarlep's game, tav lies there like a starfish doing nothing at all, and haarlep likes it?? we should get rid of normative sexual evaluations of others smh

- there are people who like topping, people who like bottoming, frankly this is kinda toxic homophobic/misogynistic "haha, he was the one *getting* fucked all the time" implying a. the fuck-ee is dominated by the fuck-er and fucking is a violent act of dominance (untrue), and b. bottoms are somehow lesser than tops? so much wrong with this!!

- if I recall correctly haarlep just says raphael was bad in bed and always on bottom, and nothing about how long he lasts, and then the only way tav can use this knowledge to provoke raphael is by ASSUMING he doesn't last for very long, which is like wtf? why would u shame someone with some made-up toxic sex norms/assume they try to last when they masturbate? (even in case haarlep does say raphael cums too soon, shaming people for cumming too quick is such an incredibly mean thing, they can't control it)

- it is kinda sad (and toxic ngl) that raphael cares about haarlep so much and can't deny him anything and is so obsessed with this person who hates him and is dependent on him, giving strong toxic hetero relationship vibes. raphael, u can't have a relationship with someone who u control baby that is just not how it works lil guy, are u too scared u are not good enough for someone who will choose u of their own free will, are u scared they will leave u babygirl

to conclude we know absolutely nothing about raphael's sexual preferences, we just know haarlep is (rightfully) angry at him and being a slave, and raphael has ego issues which like come one we already knew that from day 1

I’m completely with you anon. The only thing I would like to comment on (and this is just my own interpretation) is the fact that Raphael can’t deny Haarlep anything. I don’t think that’s out of any fondness, I completely think its through Haarlep’s magic…which…just kind of makes it worse since Haarlep is there to spy on him for Mephistopheles. You saw how hard it was for Tav to deny him use of their body and mind. I’d imagine it works the same way with Raph, even though he’s a cambion. In my mind, the whole dynamic between Haarlep and Raph is fucked and Raphael is just trying to make the most out of a bad situation (I wrote a whole post on it a little while back, but it is of course just my own interpretation). Which just makes it even WORSE that Tav behaves the way they do about the whole thing. Like damn. I’d be mad as hell too.

I might write a standalone post on the weird discourse on Raphael’s sex-life at some point because it does somewhat fascinate me. Everyone is entitled to their own interpretation of any work, and that is something I hold sacred. What bothers me sometimes is the way that people talk about it. For example, the problematic way of portraying tops/bottoms and the shaming part that you also talked about in this ask.  

What bothers me even more is when people feel the need to drag that interpretation into fan-spaces to reduce the character to just those aspects as a “gotcha”. I don’t know if that is just me, but if there’s characters that I don’t like, I don’t even use their tags. I’ve written a couple of hate posts on the Emperor. They might show up under the tag just because Tumblr’s algorithm is weird, but I’ve never tagged them with the character’s name, just in case there are fans who use the tag and find that annoying.

Anyway…Thank you so much for the ask! I completely agree with you.

#ask #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 4 HALF vs. MAGIC

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for HALF:

kazui may just be an old gay man but HE CAN SING.

its. literally stunning.

like aside from his character and everything else, half is just really really beautifully written

THE INSTRUMENTALS.

HIS V O I C E??? its so pretty

heartbreaking lyrics. i dont love kazui as a character but i have bawled to half

GAY RIGHTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love amane but she will undoubtedly win when her purge march poll rolls around, so lets let the old man have a win shall we?

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half propaganda let's goooo sorry i'm sobern't in true kazui style so this probably won't make a bit of sense

theatre kid man. i love him, incredible mv.

this song is pure ASMR to me

visually aligned with Cat and it's so lovely to see that continuity

the GRAINY MOVIE DOTS THING ON THE MV <3

kazui is so dramatic. i love him i love him

dapper gentleman. such clothes

the key change is so well done

AND THE . THE PART WITH THE. THE ENDING SORT OF LYRICS OVERLAID WITH SPEAKING. and then his quieter singing and, and, and o h my god. im sorry. im not very coherent abt this rn

every part of the song is amazing but once it gets to the key change and after it keeps stepping up the amount of being perfect

kazui is in it

um

kazui is in it

go my psionic warriors vote for everyone's favourite failhusband

no children were tortured in the making of this MV (cough looking at You magic)

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Allow me to present my Half propaganda!

- The slower tempo adds a very relaxing feeling to the song. Kinda ironic, but I like it! It sort of reminds of old indie songs from 2012 (especially with what I think is whistling added in the instrumental in-between chorus and verses.)

- Kazui’s voice. Enough said.

- It’s very easy to listen to, and I find it’s one of the only songs from Milgram that I like to listen to out of context (besides After Pain, Backdraft, and Purge March, oddly enough.)

- The MV is rife with imagery, and is used to beautiful effect. It really makes you feel for Kazui and his situation.

- The scene with him and Hinako before the key change… that makes me so emo.

- The overlapping part at the end… the lyrics combined with the dialogue in the background makes me really sad in a way I can’t explain.

Propaganda for MAGIC:

MAGIC MY BELOVED MAGIC!!! Its one of the best MVs in the entire series, even including T2. Magic is visually stunning and has some fantastic art direction but also is very clever in how it conveys its themes and ideas. Magic doesn't really hide anything from you, not really. It's all symbolic but it Tells You Things. It shows you the abuse, it shows you the cat. There's a fun little relationship going on here where, In Magic. Amane's pain and suffering isn't taken seriously by the people around her and the Audience we are discouraged to take it at face value due to the fictionalized nature of Magic. It's so cool. I'm so fond of the song as well, it's one of the best in the series purely cause of the Layers in it. The implications of this Inability to be good is seeped into Magic. Amane knows this isn't reality, Magic knows it's a show, she watches it at the end. And it's so Sad to me that even in her fictionalized happy world she Cannot be a good girl. It's a standard completely out of reach for her and that idea is just conveyed so well visually.

Im not even talking about the goddamn cat yet- the cat symbolism goes Deep. That cat is HER it has the same wounds Amane has in Purge March. I- I cant talk about the intertextuality of Purge March and Magic here this is Magic propaganda only- I- there's so much good stuff to Magic. I Re watched it over and over again. It has some the Best Writing and Visual Communication in Milgram and I will Die on this Hill.

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shoutout to magic for having pretty props AND being vague as fuck about the crime! diversity win!

seriously though amane looks SO cute in it! the mv has such a pretty and colorful style and even with that it's able to show the horrors of what amane went through.

adding onto my last point. that scene where the cat is hyperventilating and you see the camera shaking???? that scene where the mascots find amane helping the cat and they're all standing over her? CHILLS. im repeating myself but the fact that they were able to portray the awful things amane went through in a genuinely emotional way while still keeping the cute cartoon look is soo impressive

there are SO many layers to itill the entire cartoony style making it look like a tv show… utilizing the cartoony effects and bright colors to show amane downplaying her own pain… the transformation after she gets punished barely changing anything to show just how manipulated she was from the start… ueueueue

ALSO ALSO ALSO THE SCENE AT THE END WITH AMANE STARING AT THE SCENE? OHHH ITS SO GOOD it adds such a feeling of dread and reminds you on top of this whole thing that all of this is truly horrifying! something is going on here!

this song is so catchy it gets stuck in my head CONSTANTLY

"Dear wise one, Am I worthy? Is it ok to spoil myself?" AMANE... UEUEUUEUE

the little ding sound effects in the instrumental?????

amanes voice is ADORABLE

THE INSTRUMENTAL IN THAT PART WHERE SHES HELPING THE CAT HAS THAT GODLY TYPE SOUND YOUD TYPICALLY ASSOCIATE WITH CHURCHES AND STUFF AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT PROPERLY BUT JUST RELISTEN TO IT AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN. ITS SUCH A NEAT DETAIL

i could go on about this mv for days but i am not a theorist unfortunately. just. magic sweep

#milgram #milgramtournament #mukuhara kazui #amane momose

[kitten4sannie]

20 - ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ/ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀɪɴɢ -

ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

ꜱʜɪɴʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏʏ

pairing: pirate captain! hongjoong x stowaway! reader (fem)

summary: you press your luck as a stowaway on a random ship.

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: hard dom! hongjoong, sub! reader, pirate misogyny, dirty talk, sadomasochism, master and pet are both equally nasty here <3, praise, name calling, choking, collaring, deepthroating, slapping, dumbification ? slutification ? idk, snuck a little breeding in there for a sec

a/n: day twentyyyyy <3 fff is almost over ahhh i’m so sad but at least i still have some more filth to share <3 and also i wanted to make this a lot longer but i didn’t have the time ;; but i have a pirate au that i’m working on so at least there’s that!

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When the pirates on the ship found you in their cupboards eating their food, you knew you were in for it. You managed to last two weeks, at least, so that was something in itself. However, this wasn’t the greatest situation to be in. You knew they were the worst of the worst, like every other pirate, trying to outdo each other when it came to violence and debauchery. It also didn’t help that the ship’s captain was a raging sadist, always going out of his way to make sure his men knew their place. He was their Master and they were simply his obedient pets that he could use to his advantage.

Well, shit.

You pulled out a small dagger from your trousers, yelling at the group of pirates to suck your dick. They didn’t appreciate that very much. As soon as you were overpowered, you were dragged to the deck, forced to remain on your bruised knees, with your arms bound behind your back.

Heavy leather boots pressed into the creaking wood floor in a slow, deliberate manner, heading in your direction, the sound of the previously vocal men quieting down as soon as they got closer. “Is this the little stowaway?” Hongjoong asked in an eerily giddy tone, licking his lips at the sight of you. It had been quite a while since he’s fucked a nice, tight little cunt. He didn’t mind fucking his Quartermaster’s ass every now and then, but it just wasn’t the same. He licked his lips, imagining what you’d be like when you were completely broken for him. Just a slave for his cock and nothing more. It was a delicious thought.

You kept your head down, staring at the perfectly polished buckles on the pirate’s leather boots, your fingers twitching behind your back. “The one and only,” you replied flatly, playing along with the man’s antics, but in your own way.

He placed his hands on his leather bound hips, making his belt sag down slightly, his voice suddenly low and empty-sounding, “The one that thought it was perfectly okay to eat our food and sleep in our quarters? How did you do it for so long, I wonder?” When you didn’t entertain him again, he reached down with a gloved hand, grabbing you by your hair and yanking your head upwards, forcing you to look up at him. “Did you fuck my men for their leftovers, little whore?”

You slowly lifted your eyes up, glaring at him past a few loose strands of hair, muttering, “I would if there were actually any men around. All I see is some overgrown children playing make believe. You never felt the warmth of your dear mother, did you?”

Only you would look death in the face and spit at its feet. How typical.

A visible vein began bulging out against the Hongjoong’s neck, his hand going to your throat so incredibly fast, you didn’t even have time to take in a proper breath. “Do you have a death wish, pretty girl? Should I carve you up right here and now for my filthy pets to enjoy?”

Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. You were just a person aimlessly searching for the reason you were even experiencing this life in the first place. Going from ship to ship, island to island, and waiting for something to happen. Maybe this was it.

“You could, but then all the fun would be over, you know?” you answered in an extremely strained voice, feeling yourself being lifted up from the ground just enough to send more fear and arousal straight into your core. “I thought Masters liked to play around with their pets.”

Hongjoong’s fierce rage was replaced by clear perversion, his cat-like lips forming a wide smile, slowly letting go of your neck. “The gods answered my prayers. I’ve always wanted a bratty little masochist at my feet, just asking me to destroy them. To train them. To mold them into a perfect little toy.”

You caught your breath, squeezing your thighs together in an effort to quell the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. Pushing all of your proverbial chips onto the table, you tilted your head, looking him up and down. “Yet they haven’t answered your prayers to be taller. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pint-sized captain before.”

You could see the darkness spread evenly across Hongjoong’s face, his eyes hooded and dark, glazed over and devoid of any semblance of humanity. Though you were in for a world of hurt, you couldn’t even begin to express how eager you were to take every last punishment. This was definitely what you were waiting for.

-

A few more weeks went by, and all the while, Hongjoong spent every night training you to become the ideal fuckdoll for him. He enjoyed fucking you into a coma as much as the next degenerate, but there was something about your throat that he was obsessed with. It was wetter, warmer, and even tighter than your cunt, and it drove him absolutely mad.

Though you could suck dick without a problem, it was different when you sucked off Hongjoong. You couldn’t just give him head and call it a day. He always needed you to choke on it until you cried, gagged, and were covered in a mess of spit and cum. However, once he was bored with seeing you struggle, he decided to train you to take his cock properly, without having to worry about you getting sick and ruining his fun. It went quite well, he had to admit, training you night after night, stretching your throat out with his heavy cock and not having to hear a single sound coming from you besides choked, muffled moans. You were his perfect toy, sent down from heaven to be used as an obedient little cocksleeve just for his pleasure, with no other purpose, except to guzzle down his load after a long day of running his ship.

-

Once the moon shone brightly in the cold night sky, you walked up the stairs that led to the captain’s quarters, idly running your fingers over the pretty velvet collar that Hongjoong gave to you. He stole it from another ship, making sure to clean off the blood and polish the small ruby that sat in the middle of it. He was so good to you.

Hearing the door creak open, Hongjoong looked up from his desk, dropping the feather quill inside his hand. “There you are, pet.”

You walked up to him, giving him the same perverse smile he was giving you, slowly pulling at the strings of your dress and letting it fall off your figure. Your body was covered in bruises and lovebites that Hongjoong never seemed to let you go without. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Captain.”

“Of course you were.” Hongjoong stood up and walked around so that he could stand in front of you, placing a hand on your head and slowly pushing it down, watching you sink down to your bruise-covered knees. “I remember when you were a feisty one, only learning to listen to me after you had to cry and beg me for forgiveness, but now look at you…You’re my empty-headed little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

“That’s all I’ll ever be, Captain. How can I give you a hard time when you treat me so well?” You ran your hands up his black, form-fitting trousers and unbuttoned them, slowly pulling them down to take out his already hard cock.

Gasping at the sensation of you sliding the majority of his cock into your mouth, Hongjoong reached down to run his fingers through your hair, watching you with half-closed eyes. “I do treat you well, don’t I? I fill you up night after night and leave you with a tummy and cunt full of cum. What more could a toy ask for?”

You pulled off of his cock to lick around the tip like it a melting ice cream cone, replying, “Nothing at all, Captain.”

Grunting at the loss of your warm mouth, Hongjoong sent a quick, but rough slap to your cheek and grabbed you by the hair, licking his lips. “That was a rhetorical question, little slut. Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock?”

Sighing at the burning sensation lingering on your skin, you shook your head, opening your mouth back up just in time for Hongjoong to shove his cock back inside, not stopping until your nose met his pelvis. “Mmmff…”

“My pretty toy likes Captain’s big cock inside her tiny little throat, doesn’t she?” he asked, in between thrusts, gripping the back of your head, his cold rings pressing into your scalp. “She likes getting her throat fucked like a pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Mmm…hmmm….” You tried to look up at Hongjoong, always enjoying the sadistic smiles he sent in your direction, his lips always curling into a joker-like grin, his tongue just barely poking out past his teeth. You couldn’t though, since your eyes were already rolling back into your head.

“Good little pet,” he praised, his voice coming out low and gravelly, bucking his hips so quickly, he accidentally slipped out of your mouth. “Fuck, your throat is dripping like a pussy too…” He slapped his heavy cock onto your flushed face for good measure, rubbing his pre-cum across it, before shoving himself back inside your mouth, going at it like he was running out of time.

You reached down in between your thighs, rubbing your wetness around your cunt, not even bothering to actually play with yourself, just enjoying that you were being used. It felt amazing finally finding your purpose. Orgasmic, even.

“Gonna fill your throat pussy with my seed, pet. God, I wish I could get you pregnant this way. It’s a shame, really.” Hongjoong reached down to clutch your neck, feeling his cock slide in and out at a rapid pace, enjoying the sensation of your moans vibrating against his fingers. “Even when you’re full of my kids, I’ll still fuck your throat and pussy raw every night. I hope you know that.”

Moaning heavily at his filthy words, you continued to spread your arousal around, feeling it dribble out of you at an alarming rate. You were throbbing nonstop. If you focused hard enough, you could probably cum just like this, with your Master’s cock down your abused throat and his fingers pressing onto your collared neck.

Shuddering at the feeling of his sweat dripping down along his neck, Hongjoong let out a strained shout of pleasure, drilling himself into your throat so rapidly, he barely noticed when his cock began spurting his load out. “Yeah, fucking take it! Take it, take it, take it!”

And take it, you did. Like the obedient cum dump you were. “Mmmn!” you moaned loudly, squeezing your thighs together, your lower-half trembling and jolting. You were cumming hard, just like you thought you would. If you were the angel that fell down from heaven to please Hongjoong, then he was the demon that supplied you with all the hellish pleasures you could possibly ask for.

“Godddd,” he groaned out, stopping his movements, but holding you all the way down on his pulsing cock, your jaw beginning to ache from being open for so long. “Swallow it down that tight throat of yours, pretty doll.”

You gulped and gulped, gasping for air when Hongjoong finally pulled you off of him, long strings of saliva still connecting his cockhead to your swollen lips.

Hongjoong pushed his damp hair back, trying to catch his breath after all that effort. “Say ‘ahhh’.”

“Ahhh,” you responded, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that nothing was left.

He smiled softly, patting the top of your head. “Good girl.”

Whining at the stickiness between your legs, you grabbed his length and licked a long stripe from the bottom of it to the very tip, eventually nuzzling his hardening cock and letting it rest against your sweaty face. “One more time, Captain? Please?”

The gods truly did answer his prayers. What was better than this? Pillaging and murdering during the day, only to fuck a cock-hungry toy like you during the night? Talk about a perfect life.

Stroking your hair as gently as possible, as if he didn’t just get done breaking your mind to the point that you couldn’t think about anything else, except for him, Hongjoong leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Of course, pet. Though I might not stop until sunrise.”

Licking at his cockhead and giving it kisses, you emitted a small giggle. “I’d love nothing more, Captain.”

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[unexpectedbrickattack]

Do you think noise is able to read the room and put a temporary end to his tomfoolery when the situation deems it to happen? Like i know Peppino can fold his ass like a cheap chair but is he capable of being like "ah this is a bad moment and i should not try doing anything right now"? Mostly thinking of the scenario if Peppino is having A Fucking Moment but not even angry just, very fucking upset for some reason, would the yellow imp still be like BLEEH 🤪? Silly context for this ask, i was chopping an onion and it made me think "what would noise do if he walked in peppino just bawling his eyes out?" btw 😭

Thank u for this ask bc this is like a sneak peek into the comic idea i had for the noise (and peppino)

Bc i think of Peppino as extremely emotional and unable to mask it AT ALL and that ranges from being incredibly angry to overwhelmingly sad and it will always hit him suddenly w the intensity of a wave crashing into him. So I wanted to have the noise kind of being A Menace and bothering Peppino and having it SOMEHOW lead to peppino going from ‘you dont fucking LISTEN u wont stop fuckin w me’ to ‘no one here leaves me the fuck ALONE why cant anyone anywhere leave me ALONE’ and hes like so fucking UPSET that hes tearing up and the noise is like ☹️!!!!

Like ‘um! Woah buddy im just playin around see? Its all part of the schtick !’ And he expects Peppino to lunge at him or something bc thats the game thats their little back n forth heehee but Peppino just grabs at his own hair and starts yanking at it and the noise is like WOAH Hold up stop that stop that what are u doing ??? And hes not quite sure HOW to interpret Peppino crying and gritting his teeth and pulling at his own hair other than ‘hes freaking the fuck out and i made that happen somehow’

To the noise, their little banter and back n forth and Very Scary Threats on Peppinos part is like a little game to him and he THINKS its mutual (bc Peppinos reactions are bordeline comical at times) but it is actually Very one-sided, and the only thing that would break him out of that ‘illusion’ is Peppino not holding up his supposed end of the duo act the Correct way. And that includes Peppino doing scarier than normal threats (chucking a knife at him and only missing by centimeters) or in this case, Peppino fucking breaking down in front of him instead of grabbing for his neck or something. He doesnt like it ☹️

#answered #chattin #peppino #noise #like. the noise is just fucking annoying #hes just a brat! with a bunch of money and a bunch of free time! #and everything is a little game to him bc he doesnt have to take shit seriously Ever #and peppino is like. so tired of dealing w him. hes a brat but hes just so fucking annoying #and not even in an endearing way like noisette #bc noisette doesnt Seek him out; she stays in her shop and shes just overly friendly when he visits #he is willingly accepting that walking in there will have him exposed to her loudness but like its of his own volition #the noise however… #and it goes from ‘this fucking brat wont leave me alone’ to ‘NO ONE leaves me alone’ #and that includes everyone hes met in the tower #but it also is like a pent up anger and frustration of having to deal w this shop #collectors hounding his shop #my hc that pizzahead tried MULTIPLE times to buy his shop out #and tried MULTIPLE times to just hire peppino to work for him #and like peppino feels like everywhere he goes he is being chased out or stalked #and hes not the best person in the world and hes kind of a dick but like #hes just some dude that wants to make pizza and own a shop #and his whole life got flipped on his head once he decided to do that #and now hes got freaks that corner him in his own safe space and stalk him and dont take his want to be alone seriously #his space is Their space #and while the noise is just a small little part of this mess #he unfortunately is the one that accidentally tips him over #he would be SO upset 😭 hes sulking in noisettes shop just miserable #and noisette is like hmm. this is serious….have u tried saying sorry? #and hes like oh my god u are so fucking smart i love u #peppino would forgive him after a while. hes a bit of a softie (A LITTLE BIT....) and if noise tried to make amends; hes accept that

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Reader

Words: 1,535

Sneak Peak: “You know what’s fucking exhausting Jack? You tell me you love me, how much you want to be with me, that you would do anything for me, but I ask you to give me the decency to treat me like I am more important that your career, and suddenly I’m asking for too much.

Warnings: Angst, language

 “Hey, its Jack, you know what to do.”

You sighed and punched the end call button on your phone before throwing it on the bed. You were half hoping he would pick up, half hoping he would send it to voicemail. The last couple of days had been a test for your relationship, and you could not remember the last time a conversation between you two didn’t end with yelling. Jack had been on the road a lot lately, and while you knew this is what you had signed up for when you began dating one of the biggest rappers in the world, it was becoming increasingly obvious that you couldn’t keep up with the lifestyle. There were late nights, long stints of time where you didn’t get to hold or kiss your boyfriend, and the constant internal jealousy from having to share his attention with everyone else. You rarely brought your concerns up to Jack because you didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend, but you had reached your wits end.

Good timing or not, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to continue in this relationship any further if things weren’t going to change. You just hoped that Jack would understand, and you could avoid another fight.

You sat on your couch for the next 15 minutes, anticipating a knock on the door. When you heard the rap of his knuckles on the wood, the sound startled you out of your seat. Jack walked in, hoodie over his messy, chestnut curls, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips, his white tee peeking out from under his sweatshirt. Neither of you bothered with a greeting, Jack immediately walking into your kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You sat back down on the couch with a sigh, wrapping yourself in your arms. Jack came out of the kitchen and downed some of his water while leaning against the threshold into the living room. Jack never really made you nervous two years into your relationship but tonight you were a bundle of nerves. As you fiddled with your hoodie, Jack tracked your every move from across the room.

This wasn’t the first time he had been in this situation. None of his previous girls were able to handle the pressures of his fame, and at this point, he was tired of having to justify his actions to make them feel better. The only reason he showed up tonight was because he thought you were different. You had been one of his biggest supporters, and even though things weren’t always easy, you seemed to understand that his career was incredibly important to him and there were too many people who relied on him to give it up. The last couple of weeks of arguments had made him second guess your relationship, and he had mentally prepared to walk out of here a single man.

You looked up at Jack hoping to find some sort of sadness in his face that would confirm he was hurting, but he just looked tired. He took another drink of his water, finishing the bottle. He threw the bottle in the trash and folded his arms against his chest, still silent.

“Are you going to say something?” Jack just shook his head. You couldn’t hide the tears that were starting to well in your eyes. “Why not?” you wanted to push the issue, make him uncomfortable. Jack had to be in control of everything, even the conversation, but you needed to get this out. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand. “I can’t say anything without it setting you off, and I’m tired of arguing with you.”

“Don’t you think I’m tired of arguing with you, too?” You wiped a single tear that ran down your face.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say that you understand.”

“Understand what?” Jack’s temper was starting to flare. “Understand that you want me to be with you instead of in the studio making music? Understand how you get jealous anytime I talk to another woman even if it’s nothing? You are fucking exhausting.”

The tears were free flowing now, and you had never felt so small. This wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you were expecting it. You tried to keep your voice calm, but you could barely get the words out in between sobs and your tone was shaky.

“You know what’s fucking exhausting Jack? You tell me you love me, how much you want to be with me, that you would do anything for me, but I ask you to give me the decency to treat me like I am more important that your career, and suddenly I’m asking for too much. You say you want to marry me, be together forever, but expect me to take a back seat to your popularity.”

Jack sat down in the armchair across the coffee table, slumping back, draping his arms over the edge. Up until this point, the conversation had never gotten this far, the conversation ending as soon as you started crying because he couldn’t stand to see you upset. This time was different. You were crying, but he could tell in your face that you were angry and fed up.

“You don’t understand the amount of pressure I am under. This is the only thing I have wanted for my entire life, and now that I have it, I will not let it go. My family and friends depend on me for their livelihood, so this is bigger than my popularity.” He hung his head in his hands, leaning forward.

For the first time, you were able to visualize the giant weight that was settled on Jack’s shoulders, a constant crushing force.

“Jack, I put you first in everything that I do. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, and I would choose you over my job every single time, because I love you.” You got up from the couch and sat down on the coffee table in front of Jack. You pulled his hands away from his face and placed them in yours. Jack immediately fell into your lap, placing his face into your stomach, and you could feel the pools of wetness from his tears on your sweatshirt. You had hoped your fights were affecting him the same way they did you, but this was something deeper, and maybe it wasn’t about you at all. You rubbed his back and sat there together for a few minutes. “Baby, talk to me. What’s going on in your head?”

“I’m afraid that if I let it go, if I look away for a second, that it’s all going to collapse. Being in this industry has been so hard, I don’t know who I can trust. If I get so caught up in you, in our relationship, and drop the ball at all, not only will I lose my career, but I will have let all the people who rely on me for jobs down.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your sympathetic tears with your hand. You kiss the top of his head and run your hand through his curls.

“But Jack, baby look at me.” Jack rose his head at your request and wiped his eyes, holding his head back. When he finally made eye contact with you, your heart was broken at his face. “You are so much more important than any fame, any music career, or any celebrity you may gain. This thing you have created, the people who support you, they are there because they believe in you and your success. Don’t you know that I would support you no matter what? And when I ask you to put me first, it’s not because I don’t think your career is important, but one day, if we are together forever, once all of this has faded away, all we’ll have is one another. All that I ask is that we support each other and remember that what we have means more than anything outside of us.”

Jack leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, rubbing your knuckles. “Mama, I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t important to me. This is the first relationship where I felt like you were truly on my side, and I didn’t know how to handle it.” Jack pulled you into his lap and you placed your head against his shoulder, curled up in his lap.

“So, we’re both in agreement that if any girl approaches you, you’ll drop kick them before they can hit on you?” Jack rolled his eyes and chuckled, pushing you off his lap. He walked toward the bedroom, pulling off his sweatshirt. “Jack?” you followed behind him, “ I didn’t hear you say yes!”

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[alchemicaladarna]

Well...Happy 1 year of QSMP I guess...

There's just no easy way to say anything about everything that's been happening the past few weeks and everything that's happened since yesterday because it's a fucking dumpster fire and I'm just so tired of it all to be honest...

But this post isn't about that.

I still want to celebrate this server's first year anniversary because of how much it means to me personally. I made a post talking about how I initially started watching the qsmp (two days early 💀) but I'll reiterate what I've always said:

That despite all the problems of the server, despite all the damage that has been done, never forget what it has managed to achieve and hopefully continues to achieve in the future, under better conditions.

The QSMP's mission was to unite people from all over the world to play together and be friends despite speaking different languages and having different cultures. It united communities and formed friendships across the globe. Personally, achieving that takes more than just sticking random people in the same room together because it's about making genuine connections that could last a lifetime. And the qsmp achieved that. I'll never stop saying this because despite all its glaring problems, the qsmp is revolutionary for all the good it has managed to do.

Ok, like think about the translations alone. I'm using Bad as an example because he's the only one so far that I've seen do this but, BBH has set up live translations of multiple languages on his screen so non-english speakers can still understand his streams and his vods even if he's not playing on the qsmp. That wouldn't have happened without the QSMP's influence. That's fucking incredible!

Think about all the CC's and admins that became friends after meeting on the server. Former admins like Lumi (Pomme) and Shade (Dapper) still talking to Bad on his chat and watching his stream. That's still really awesome! Not to mention all the amazing collaboration projects with many qsmp members outside minecraft like Ordem Paranormal and Liar Liar, to name a few.

Look, the last three weeks have been extremely difficult on everyone. I myself am tired of the situation and scrolling through the tag, especially after yesterday, just makes me sad tbh. For the first time since these weeks, I felt so despondent and shocked about everything. It got to the point where, after Shade and Lumi announced their departure, I called my mom and broke down sobbing and vented about the whole admin situation. And bless her heart, my mom actually listened and I'm going to share the advice she gave me:

"Let them fix the problem. Let the company do the restructuring they need to do because right now, it sounds like they have a lot of problems to fix. It's going to take a long time before things can go back to any sense of normalcy, so while they do that, focus on yourself for now. If you're so invested in all the problems of this online world, maybe it's time to step back for now. Maybe it's time to focus on the real world."

And well, she's right. I've been so upset about the situation that my mental health wasn't faring well because of it. Yesterday was kind of a wake up call for me I guess?

I've been in this fandom for 10 months now. It's the longest time I've been invested in a community and qsmp has and will always have a special place in my heart. But I think it's time to let go and move on for now. I'll keep my hopes up and hope that the future is bright, and the qsmp will continue because it has so much potential to achieve more greatness, but I'll leave the project to rest and focus on other endeavors for now.

I'll be posting art and checking in on stuff from time to time, and of course, I'll be watching BBH, but it might be time to depart and say, "Thanks for everything, and I'll see you later."

Most people will be ashamed to mention the fandoms they've been a part of when they were younger, but 10 years from now, if anyone ever asks if I was a part of the qsmp fandom, I'll gladly say yes and tell all the good stories I have about it.

I love the community we made here on qsmpblr, and if I trust the QSMP's mission of uniting people, then I trust that, no matter what happens, this community will be here when I return.

Because...Despite everything, it's all about love, right? And no matter what happens, the love is still there, and will always be.

Thank you for the journey <33

#qsmp #no matter what happens itll be ok #we'll all be ok i promise #sorry for the long post but i wanted to post my thoughts #i have hope for a new and bright future #like pomme said: its not an ending but rather the beginning of a new chapter #so thank you everyone for making the qsmp the most wonderful experience anyone can have #i'll probs be here to reminisce about certain moments and memories that i truly cherish #even tho we all went thru a fucking avalanche i still want to celebrate today at least #above all pls continue making fanart animations fics theories and analyses etc #and pls continue giving love and support to the admins<333

[tiredbuthappy]

New Romantics

A/N: Long awaited, but surprise! I hope you’re all still out there and that you enjoy this, and I'd love to hear any thoughts you may have. Thanks as always to @haterpenny, and gif credit to @iguessricciardo. More will be coming, and I'm hoping to be posting more regularly again! Words 4k

Previous parts linked on Masterlist

You were seated in the Barcelona press room, sharing the room with two Formula One World Champions- Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton. You glanced nervously at the pitcher of water on the table, your fingers drumming away as you waited for it to officially begin. You were certain there would be some incredibly uncomfortable questions aimed at you, and you were grateful to have Seb beside you. 

Back in Miami you had received a rather firm talking to from Christian, and your talk with Carlos had certainly not been pleasant either. of course Carlos understood that your heart truly lied with Daniel, and he bowed out rather gracefully. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest as you thought back on the conversation. 

“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” Carlos had questioned, his strong brow furrowed in thought. You pursed your lips and tried to think of the best way to phrase your feelings. 

“Carlos, I… I care about you, a lot- I really do. I have been honest with you every step of the way and I think you’re an incredible man. But you deserve someone who is ready to commit to you fully. And I’m so grateful for the time we’ve gotten to spend together. I don’t know if I ever would have figured out how I felt without you.” You told him sincerely, albeit a bit clumsily. You searched his eyes, nervously anticipating his response. A small, sad smiled worked its way over his lips. 

“It’s okay. I knew this might happen, but I had to try.” He answered simply. 

“I just would really like to be friends. I understand if that’s asking too much, but I’ll always be here for you.” You said somewhat hopefully, looking at him with an expression you were hoping he couldn’t say no to. 

“Yes, of course. Of course, we can be friends. I’m here for you too.” He assured you, seeming as genuine as ever. You let out a sigh of relief and pulled him into a hug. It felt like a weight had lifted off of you, even with the media shitstorm you found yourself in the middle of. 

You were brought back to the present when Lewis started speaking beside you, answering a question that you hadn’t paid attention to. Based on his response you assumed it was something about the incoming Mercedes upgrades. You were pretty uncomfortable, fidgeting a bit in your seat as you waited for the inevitable questions you would get about your current romantic situation. You chewed on your lip as you heard your name echo through the speakers. 

You glanced up and put on your pageant smile, hoping that the question would be about the car. Or the race. Or hell, even your ‘rivalry’ with Hamilton. 

“We’ve all seen the photos circulating in the press,” The ‘journalist’ began, causing you to groan internally.  

“Do you think that is the reason women are not taken seriously in Formula 1? And I can’t help but ask- who do you have your sights set on next?” The man asked, a smug grin on his face. He looked rather proud of himself, and you thought your jaw may break from how tightly it was clenched. 

“Sorry, but if I could interject,” Seb began, raising his hand to stop you from saying anything. 

“But what the fuck kind of question is that?” Sebastian said candidly, catching you and the rest of the room by surprise. Hamilton just sighed deeply beside you, and you turned just in time to see him roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, mate, that’s a bad look. Would you ask anyone else on the grid that question?” He asked, shaking his head as though embarrassed for the man. You felt some warmth spread through your chest at two of the most recognizable names in Formula One coming to your defense. Your two colleagues that you looked up to perhaps more than any others. You glanced between the two men and leaned towards the microphone. 

“Does that answer your question?” You couldn’t help but quirk your brow, returning the attitude. There was a bit of a response among the crowd of people, mixed snickers and chuckles as the next question was posed. 

Thankfully after that, no one dared to ask anymore about your personal life. At the end of the presser you pulled the two other drivers aside and thanked them for their help. Sebastian wasn’t much concerned about the possibility of garnering his own bad press, but seeing them circle around you made his blood boil. He had been looking out for you for years and it seemed he had no plans of stopping any time soon.

Lewis clasped a hand to your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile. 

“Look, that’s never okay. If they keep throwing that kind of shit at you, let us know.It’s no ones business but your own. Just remember to breathe, yeah?” He said, bringing back those memories from the night of the Miami GP party where he had come to the rescue. 

“Guys- thank you. Christian’s been giving me a hard time and this is just the last thing I need right now. So thank you, again. It means a lot.” Lewis nodding understandingly and reiterated that he was there if you needed him before he was ducking out. 

“I think you have the healthiest rivalry I’ve ever seen.” Seb commented as the pair of you walked towards the hospitality tent, eager to sneak in some lunch before getting back to the simulator and training. 

“And what did you mean- Christian’s been giving you a hard time? Do you need me to talk to him?” And there Seb went, being Seb again. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your cheeks.

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” You assured him, holding the door for the pair of you. 

“Yeah, I know, I know. Still, the offer stands.” He told you and you thanked him once again. You settled at a table and went through your phone for the first time since the conference. There was already a few articles online about the drama, one entitled Bless Sebastian Vettel, and another that said Hamilton and Vettel Call Out Misogyny in Motorsport. When they did it, it made headlines. When you did it, you were labeled as ungrateful. You rolled your eyes at the hypocrisy of it all, but were glad they were there to support you nonetheless. 

The truth of the matter was that motorsport was still very much a man’s game. A game that you happened to be winning at the moment, much to the chagrin of many. Your current romantic life was just the latest in a string of small incidents blown far out of proportion. 

Along with all of those fun notifications you had a text waiting from Daniel. 

Big Dick Ricc: Lunchies? 

Y/N: Sure, at the tent now. Seb too. 

You replied, letting him know it wouldn’t just be a cozy meal for two. He gave your message the love react and you assumed he’d be over shortly. 

The two of you had decided to keep your relationship as under wraps as possible. Sure there was loads of speculation, but you didn’t feel comfortable confirming things just yet. It was all still new for you and Daniel and you wanted more of an opportunity to be familiar with the new parameters of your relationship before putting yourselves on blast. 

“Cool if Daniel joins us?” You asked Seb, flashing a little smile. 

“Of course. So- I can’t not ask. Are you two finally..?” He questioned, eyes narrowed. You inhaled through your teeth, already preparing yourself for whatever fatherly advice Seb was about to impart. 

“Yeah, we finally decided to stop being idiots.” You replied, taking what you hoped would be the words right out of his mouth. 

“It’s about time. Seriously though, I’m happy for you. Daniel’s a good one- and probably just now mature enough to handle a real relationship.” You laughed at that. Daniel was quite a few years older than you, but something told you Seb was right. Hell, just admitting his feelings for you had taken nearly an entire year. 

“Yeah, I’m happy. This season has been my hardest yet. And when those pictures got out- I wanted to die. I’ve been so careful trying to blend in and make as few waves as possible… but I don’t think I care anymore.” You decided with a shrug. Seb smiled widely at that. 

“That’s my girl.” You rolled your eyes, and tried to look annoyed, but you couldn’t hide your grin. 

Then Daniel was approaching in that blinding papaya color, his big, equally-blinding smile on display. You felt little butterflies flutter through you at the sight of him, but tried your best to look casual. There may still be media lurking about, and while you were determined not to care about what they wrote about you, that didn’t mean you needed to make it easy for them to find material. 

He grabbed the seat beside you and nodded his hi’s to you and Seb. 

“How was the presser?” He asked obliviously, his bright demeanor unchanged. Seb glanced at you, allowing you to take the lead. 

“It was… rough. Luckily I had some help.” You replied truthfully, causing a crack in Dan’s good mood. 

“The pictures?” He asked with concern in his expression, as though it could be something else. 

“Yeah. Fortunately Seb and Lewis really shut it down. So it definitely could have been worse.” You told him, your mind reeling at the thought of what May happen in Dan’s press conference. 

“I’ll be right back.” You said, raising from your seat and giving Dan’s shoulder a little squeeze as you snuck past and headed towards the bathroom for a moment to breathe.

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Seb and Dan watched as you walked away, and suddenly Daniel was acutely aware of the fact that the two of them were alone. Sebastian wasted no time before breaking the silence. 

“Are you going to take this seriously?” He asked, catching Dan a bit by surprise. Daniel furrowed his brow and looked at the more seasoned driver, a bit confused by the question. 

“She has a whole lot more at stake than you do.” Sebastian continued on, hoping Dan may be able to catch up. 

“Yeah, I’m- I’m taking it seriously.” Dan replied, doing his best to assure him with serious eyes and a nod for confirmation. 

“Just make her happy. Treat her right.” Seb said, his eyes piercing Daniel’s. 

“I love her.” Dan replied simply, yet sincerely. He held Seb’s gaze, not one to be intimidated. Seb smiled just slightly and nodded. 

“Good.” 

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You returned from the bathroom and picked up on the weird vibes at the table, your brow quirking at Daniel inquisitively. He shook his head minutely and you decided to let it go. 

The three of you shared a pleasant and uneventful lunch, which you were grateful for. The drama had begun to seem never-ending recently, and a meal shared with your favorite people was just the kind of break you needed from the media circus you constantly seemed to find yourself in the middle of. 

You blushed as Seb recounted a story about one of your W-Series races from years ago, embarrassed by how aggressive he made you sound. Another driver had fought you for the inside line and edged you off the track- although you swore the advantage was clearly yours. You crashed and hopped out of your car in seconds, arms flailing in search of a penalty for the other driver before your threw your gloves to the ground and stormed off towards your garage. 

“She was worse than Schumacher- I swear. Really intimidating stuff.” Seb said, making Dan’s chest rumble with laughter, his head thrown back as he imagined the scene that had been so vividly described to him. 

“Okay, okay. I was a kid… and that was my line.” You defended, aiming your fork in his direction. Daniel looked over at you adoringly, a wide smile stretched across his face. 

“We call her Trouble for a reason.” Daniel agreed, an elbow shoved playfully into your side. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance at their good-natured teasing. You did your best to hide the smile tugging at your lips but found yourself failing. 

“Alright, alright. I think that’s enough.” You said with a chuckle. Dan and Seb looked amused, until Seb glanced at his phone. 

“Shit- I’ve got to go.” He murmured, before looking up to meet your gaze. 

“I’m happy for you two, really.” He told you, sure to speak lowly enough that no one else would hear. You thanked him and smiled warmly as Dan used all of his self-control to not slip his arm around you. Then Seb was wandering off, and you hoped it wouldn’t be long before the three of you shared another meal. 

“I’ve got to go, too. Conference is about to start.” Dan told you. 

“Good luck. It was brutal.” You warned, forcing a sad looking smile to your lips. 

“Yeah- we need to talk about that. I’ll come to your room tonight and we can have dinner.” He said, although it really was more of a question. You agreed and gave him a very casual-looking hug before he was off. You felt another wave of butterflies ripple through you, nervous about what kind of questions they may throw his way. 

It was no secret that Daniel wasn’t having the best season, and you knew he tormented himself over it far more than the media ever could. Adding your personal drama into the mix seemed like a perfect recipe for disaster. 

You scurried off to the Red Bull garage and worked in the simulator for a bit before finally calling it a day and heading back to your room. You stayed off your phone, desperate to have a break from the constant chaos that each notification seemed to bring. 

Still, you were anxious about how Daniel’s conference had gone. 

Finally after taking a shower and some time to decompress you grabbed your phone. Again- there were nearly  fifty notifications waiting for you. A specific one from Twitter caught your eye. 

Daniel Ricciardo And Carlos Sainz Silence Reporters Amid Love Triagnle Rumors 

You clicked the link and it felt as though your phone took an eternity to load. Finally you were watching a video clip of Daniel, his signature goofy grin spread across his face. He sat between Carlos and Mick. Of course, Carlos had to be there. Any whiff of drama had to be fully milked.

A journalist stood and asked their question. 

“Daniel- apart from your surprise podium, this year has been rather disappointing. Do you think your personal life is keeping you from performing to the best of your abilities?”

Daniel’s smile faltered, but only slightly. Ever the professional, he carefully spoke through his response. 

“Joining a new team- there’s always growing pains. I’m doing everything I can to be the best I can be. My personal life is personal- I don’t bring it on the track.” Honestly, it was a much better answer than you would have given. Still, it didn’t prepare you for what came next. 

“Do you believe Y/N is setting a bad example for women in motorsport? And what’s it like sharing her with Sainz?” The reporter asked, surely a brow quirked in villainous delight. You know they were just trying to get a rise out of Daniel, but it didn’t make their words sting any less.

Now Daniel had lost his smile entirely. Mick looked like a deer caught in headlights, while Carlos had his jaw clenched. 

“Honestly, she’s the most accomplished female driver in the history of motorsport. She’s going to be a multi- champion. Which is something most of her male colleagues can’t achieve. The fact that these questions are being asked shows what’s wrong with this sport and why there aren’t more women here. I won’t be discussing this again.” Hearing him speak so firmly and seriously started a little spark in your belly. Once Daniel finished, Carlos spoke. 

“I also want to say that I won’t be discussing Y/N at all. She’s an incredible person and an incredible driver and the way she’s been treated is wrong.” The room fell quiet but you could see Dan and Carlos exchange a quick look of mutual understanding. 

You were distracted from the video as you heard a knock at your door. You tossed your phone onto the big plush bed and checked the peephole. 

You opened the door and Daniel came casually walking through, a big smile once more on his cheeks. You didn’t much feel like smiling though. One look at you and his expression fell. 

“I know- it was a shit day. But the worst of it is over.” Dan looked like he had more to say, but the way your lip quivered silenced his thoughts. 

“Hey, hey. Come here,” He told you soothingly, taking you in his arms and immediately carding his fingers through your hair.

“They’re never going to take me seriously- they’ll never want me here. Why am I doing this?” The anguish in your voice truly alarmed him. He had seen you feel down before, but this time it felt different. 

“C’mon, don’t talk like that. Fuck them! They’re all- fuckers!” He finally decided, his mind refusing to find him another adequate word. You chuckled slightly, looking up at him through bleary eyes. 

“Anyone who knows anything about this sport knows why you’re here. Everyone else is just trying to start shit because you’re different. You’re beating Lewis, you’re beating Sebastian- you’re even beating me- the best F1 driver of all time.” He said that last bit sarcastically, and you really did laugh. 

“You’ve never cared what people thought before. Why start now?” You carefully considered his words. He was right, you’d spent your whole career laughing in the face of those that doubted you. 

You nodded at him and wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. He gently tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. 

“I love you. I’m here for you.” He assured you before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky you had gotten to have him beside you. Daniel seemed to know just the right thing to say to make you feel better. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, your chest shaking slightly with the effort. 

“You’re right, you’re right. I don’t know why things have been getting to me so much. But it doesn’t matter what I do, they’ll always find something to hate about me.” 

“So do whatever you want, fuck ‘em all.” The way he believed in you made you feel powerful. You chewed on the side of your lip, the wheels in your mind suddenly turning. 

“Yeah. You’re right. Fuck ‘em. Let’s go public.” You said, shrugging as his eyes widened at your words. Going public was a huge step. You had barely “officially” been together a week or so, and having even more attention on you seemed daunting to say the least. Still, Daniel was smiling and nodding his agreement. 

“Let’s let them know, Sugar.” He said, his forehead gently meeting yours before he pressed a kiss to your lips. His hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze as the meaning behind your words settled in the air. 

The next morning you awoke to a stomach tangled in knots, though the nerves lessened when your eyes found Daniel’s peaceful form beside you. You pressed a light kiss to his forehead and crawled out of bed before digging through the clothes you had packed. 

You peeked over at Dan and caught his tired eyes blinking at you in slight confusion. 

“Is that your new merch?” He asked, his voice groggy and his curls unruly from sleep. 

“Yup. I’ve got an idea.” You told him, a smile too lovely for him to look away from etched across your face. 

You arrived at the track shortly thereafter, you in Daniel’s Enchanté merch and him in your newest collection. It would have been impossible to look like bigger fan’s of each other. Your hands securely held one-another’s as you walked through security, a bit of excitement bubbling within you to be so forward about your relationship status for once. 

Soon, you were very aware of the stares and cameras that followed the two of you through the paddock and you turned your gaze to Daniel to keep yourself calm. The tender way in which his hand held yours and the soft smile that graced his lips was more than enough to reassure you that you were making the right decision. 

You wore a pair of sunglasses and hoped that they were dark enough to hide the minor panic you felt as the media tried to interject their questions into your morning walk. 

“Are you finally coming out as a couple?” A journalist asked, a hopeful smile spread across his face at the prospect of being the first to confirm the story. With a quick glance exchanged between Dan and yourself you were agreeing. 

“I finally wore her down.” Daniel said, a goofy grin across his lips. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile that confirmed his comment. 

“So it’s official?” Another journalist asked, clamoring to join the pack of cameras that were quickly growing around the pair of you. 

“Yes, we’re together. Now, how about we go racing?” You questioned with your brow quirked, hoping that this would finally shift the narrative surrounding you to be about your career, rather than your personal life. You fed the vultures, so perhaps they would just let you be.  

You waltzed past the Red Bulll garage, nodding your greeting to a mildly flustered Christian Horner that looked onward with crossed arms. 

You headed into the driver’s meeting, it was a brief that you all had before each race. George usually spoke as he was the Director of the GPDA. 

You exchanged an uncertain look with Daniel before slipping your sunglasses down and dropping his hand. His touch shifted to the small of your back, his eyes staring daggers at any driver that dare comment on your relationship revelation. You settled into chairs at the back of the room, an awkward cough serving as the only thing that filled the silence. 

“Yeah, alright, I’ll go. What the hell is going on with you two?” Of course, Lando broke the silence, turning all the way around in his seat to look at you and Daniel. 

“We’re dating. Okay?” You said, although you couldn’t help the way your eyes glanced in Carlos’ direction. You knew you had made the right choice, but you didn’t want to hurt him or rub it in. His gaze seemed to be focused on anything other than you. 

“And where did this come from? When did-”

“That’s not why we’re here.” Seb said before you had the opportunity to give Lando the finger. He really was like your little brother- you hated him but of course you loved him just the same. He had that annoyed look on his face, an exaggerated eye roll as he returned his attention to George who stood and shifted uncomfortably at the front of the room. Seb shot a wink your way before turning around as well. 

“Anyway,” George finally began, but you didn’t listen to a word he said. Instead, you were far more focused on the careful way that Daniel’s hand reached for yours. 

He leaned over and whispered lowly. 

“It’s official. You’re mine.” Your felt goosebumps spread across your skin. 

You had your man- now it was time to take the championship home with you. 

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[vicsy]

are u okay vic? sending love xx

(hateful ppl only have hate in their sad lives and try to bring everyone else down to their depressing level, don’t listen them!!)

frankly, anon? no, i am not.

and if you think about it, it's incredibly stupid to be all torn up because of a fucking sport I watch for general enjoyment but what else is new? i got into f1 when life hit the absolute possible low for me and it helped me immensely through it all, still does, and i found so many friends and wonderful people and i started writing again. it's pure fucking escapism coming back to bite me in the ass.

it hasn't been great to be an f1 fan lately because of events I don't need to be recapping - it's all out there in its disgusting glory, all over social media every single day. we're just being reminded of how rotten the core of this sport is and how high of a role money and power play. it's not new but disappointing nevertheless, considering there isn't much we can do to try and fix that.

but the hate among us, the fans? it's getting out of hand.

i will never go out on my way to police anyone's behaviour (it is never justified) but clearly there is a line between haha jokes and pure fucking malice. there is having genuine, critical conversations you can have (recently had one with my close friend and it was so refreshing to talk instead of secretly talk shit) and using this sport as a yardstick to measure someone's morals. it's been happening more and more, considering recent comments made by drivers in regards to the ongoing case that deals with harassment. that opened a can of worms that made ALL of us unhappy and even more disappointed, in one way of another. there is expressing genuine opinion and then there is being a hater because it's a trend.

are all Charles fans insane? are all Daniel fans delusional misogynists? are all Lando fans insufferable pricks? are all Max fans outright racists? are all Lewis fans stuck up? I could go on and same sentiment goes for each team on the grid. can we rightfully define someone by who they are a fan of? are we all required to make a statement each time a driver says/does something mindnumbingly stupid in order to, god forbid, not get cancelled along with that driver? can we genuinely bring a driver up without shitting on the other or is it not mutually exclusive?

there has been a barrage of hate towards several drivers and i get it, i do, it's sports, we're always gonna get like this. it's the whole spirit of it. i am not saying we can't root for someone and talk shit about the other. but again, i am seeing the waves of hate getting bigger and bolder, assumptions being made on the spot. people openly calling each other stupid over being fans or having a different opinion. in some ways any sense of compassion and critical thinking is dead in a ditch.

it wasn't like this before, if i am honest, but i am also a rather new fan. i am seeing all sorts of stuff on my dash both from people i don't know and from people i do know. it's a knee jerk reaction, to go and judge someone by posts and stuff, i know it but i made myself not do that. but i am just afraid of this ongoing trend of hate. i really am.

it just seems like there is no margin for error. your fave can either be squeaky clean, completely unproblematic, or they should be shot on sight. it doesn't matter if any of us acknowledge it or not. for some reason, it's a "you are what you eat" situation. and i find it rather unfair. you can separate person and a driver. two things can be true at once etc etc. none of it warrants wishing actual harm on other people.

so yeah, sorry for a rant. i'll stop now and, for what it's worth, i have been trying to unlearn the ways of "people pleasing", so here are just my thoughts that i don't think many will agree with but i don't want to bend under whatever popular opinions circulate here (especially by "big blogs"). i'd rather have people talk to me personally and i am always open to having a conversation, making friends and discussing opinions. those at the head of f1 management don't seem to do better but us tearing each other apart can also mean that we aren't doing any better, too. at least i personally think so. don't take my word as a generalized opinion.

thank you for the message, anon, i appreciate it. sorry again to be Like That. big hug!

#asks #personal #not tagging it #also the hate Lance got for his crash will never not be astounding

[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

TOP 10 personal Favorite Manga.

Here's just a couple of manga that I love & just think are top-notch.

NUMBER: 1 : TOKYO GHOUL

A series that means a lot to me in many ways. When I first got into Tokyo Ghoul it was by the very first season of the anime during 2014 and upon hearing the opening theme of Unravel and seeing the first episode, I was hooked and went into the manga series right after. A nuanced morally compelling storytelling with an array of so many cool and great characters and narratives, incredible art progression from Ishida Sui, and overall just a satisfyingly great conclusion to boot.

NUMBER: 2 : J NO SUBETE

On the surface, looks like a regular BL series, but underneath an emotional-roller-coaster and pretty heavy story about a transwoman named J. Set in the 40s /50s, you fellow J childhood and the awful, rough bullshit she deals with in life as well as her love & massive admiration of Marilyn Monroe. Really such a good story that deals with some real heavy shit...but still so good.

NUMBER: 3 : MONSTER

Not only one of my favorite anime adaptations but also equally as wonderfully engaging & just as well done as a manga as well. Monster is such a captivating, intense story and truly one of my favorites from Urasawa's works. Following Dr. Tenma, a talented neurosurgeon who has grips with the moral dilemma of either saving the Mayor or saving a young boy who was shot in a murder. Tenma chose to save the boy instead and while it costs him being demoted he still believes he did the right thing. Unfortunately years later discovering the boy he saves...turns out to be a killer. This series is such a banger from its storytelling to the characters and just one of the best from Urasawa's.

NUMBER: 4 : GOODNIGHT PUNPUN

At first glance of this manga, you might think of it as something of a cute slice-of-life story about a cute cartoony bird. But actually when reading it...IT'S WAY MORE DARKER and GETS A LOT MORE FUCK UP! For real Goodnight Punpun is one of those series that's start-up pretty light-hearted and a little bit goofy with Punpun being a cartoony-drawn bird amongst very average-looking humans as a young kid in the first volumes of the series. But as things move forward within the story as Punpun gets older and his family situation gets more unstable as well as his life, the tone gets more depressing as a whole. Love the dark psychological storytelling, although it definitely the type of story you can only read once in awhile or in a good headspace because it definitely can be a hard read.

NUMBER: 5 : BERSERK

Seriously, what can I say about Berserk that already hasn't been said on some level. But this manga is seriously, I feel one of the most top iconic series within manga as well as one of the most engaging, moving, fantastic, epic storyline I've read thus far. I know the series itself is still ongoing, and I've been keeping up-to-date with this story since reading the very first chapter. Hearing about Kentaro Miura death....was tough, I knew he had serious health issues, which is why volumes would tend to go on pretty long hatiuses... but man. Another influential iconic figure in manga gone, Berserk is definitely a series any manga-lover or anime fan should read once in awhile.

NUMBER: 6 : SHOUWA GENROKU RAKUGO SHINJUU

Not only one of the most beautifully mature, well-written, compelling storytelling I've seen thus far in an anime series. But as a manga, even more so, a well-crafted story on the life and times of a sad, burden-ridden, slightly bitter, depressed, old man known as Yakumo Yurakutei, who is a highly skilled and experienced master of Rakugo, which for those who don't know is an traditional Japanese verbal form of entertainment. Think of it as something like a form of Improv done by only one person playing different characters to tell a story, This series has many layers to its storytelling that's is done so well dealing with Yakumo and those in his life that has impacted him as to the type of pained almost broken old man he is within the present time. Just a overall good & bittersweet but fantastic story that's deserves to be check out more.

NUMBER: 7 : INNOCENT

It is one of the most beautifully drawn manga series that I have read so far while also being equally gruesome as well. Innocent is a fictionalized historical manga set during 18th century France about the story and legacy of Charles Henri Sanson (actual real historical figure), who is the fourth generation of a family of Executioners known as the Sanson family who are the royal Executioners of Paris. The story follows Charles rough journey towards his path of becoming the Monsieur De Paris. This absolutely such a fantastic piece of work, both in terms of the visually amazing stunning artwork and along with the historical storytelling of Charles coming to terms with his hated lineage and becoming Executioner of Paris but also showcasing the societal/political chaotic changes and upheaval of France slowly leading up to the French revolution. Although some historical aspects are obviously fictionalized, but still such a good series.

NUMBER: 8 : THE PROMISED NEVERLAND

While my feelings on the anime are highly mixed due to really, really, really not caring for the way they handled parts of the storytelling from season 2 of the anime series. But the manga, on the other hand, is a totally different story. Seriously, reading this series was a blast and just an enjoyable experience from beginning to end, as well as seeing Emma and Ray also Norman grow & and develop throughout each arc was great to witness including seeing the rest of the kids thrive and survive the outside world. For this manga was a great read, and definitely, I'll say at least personally to me was done far better then the second season flimsy adaptation.

NUMBER: 9 : HOMUNCULUS

Truly an mindfuck of a manga in more ways than one. But still a pretty damned good and wild story, Homunculus is a story about a homeless man named Susumu Nakoshi who ends up meeting a seemingly antagonistic young medical student named Itoh Manabu to do a little experiment on him by drilling a actual hole in his skull for a total of 700,000 ¥en. Itoh, who is very fascinated with studying the human minds and amongst other things such as ghosts and the occult, but ultimately he thinks he can unlock the hidden psychic potential of Susumu brain. Nakoshi goes through the process, and at first, nothing seems to happen after going through the the operation. Until he closes his right eye and starts seeing otherworldly nightmarish monsters and shapes with his left eye when he looks at other people. This series is truly a weird but also such a highly intriguing and fascinating psychological read while at the same time being a bit of a downer, but still an excellent but messed-up good story.

NUMBER : 10 : ATELIER OF WITCH HAT

Okay, so I just recently started reading this manga series not that long ago, about a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm so freaking hooked. Atelier of Witch hat has truly captured my heart and mind with its engaging and creatively fascinating world-building involving witches and magic to the just as highly interesting characters and storytelling. Which centers around our young protagonist Coco ( the girl on the cover) who is this super adorably passionate girl who has such a huge love for all things magical /witches and deeply wishes she could become one as well, but unfortunately normal people or "outsiders" can't become witches, you have to be born into it, but that's doesn't stop Coco from trying her hardest to still wanting to be a witch. One of the things I love most about this world and how it handles dealing with magic and witches is that magic is really normal within this world and how witches tend to uses it to help and serve regular people in need or even for lighting up a cobblestone pathway also I really like how the magic system is structured in this series, such as instead of casting spells or any from of magic with words or a phrase, magic is casted by drawing, Coco here ends up in a pickle with accidentally casting magic that ends up turning her mom into stone & thus Coco journey towards witchood begins.

Seriously, even though I've just recently gotten into this manga & and its ongoing tale it's already has captivated me on so many levels and I just can't get enough of it so far wonderful storytelling and amazingly beautiful drawn artsy apart of it which really adds a lot of this series fantastical elements. Definitely a must to check out!!

Wanted to do a list of a couple of some of my most top favorite manga series and ones were I feel other's should give them a shot at checking out if there into any of these stories. (^ _ ^)

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@bacchantbroccoli what the people want the people get!! warning though i am not a fan of the girlboss queen perfect tragic dead woman so get ready for some messy disaster mothers. also i did not intend for them to be this long so i had to split them a little for readability.

hennike lore in my head:

marie-antoinette ass character. marie-antoinette-esque. marie-antoinette core. etc

didn't have a filter in the most innocent way possible, didn't fit in with the subtlety of veretian court politics which is part of why laurent is drawn to damen's tendency to say whatever the fuck he was thinking most of the time.

auguste had to do a lot of the heavy lifting raising laurent partly bc she was sick a lot and couldn't always get out of bed and partly bc she saw auguste was so good at her and aleron's job she sometimes decided he could handle the whole thing. was young when she was married off so she tended to be a little self-centred; she didn't have time to grow out of being a child before having children herself.

despite this she did the best she could and tried to bond with them especially academically and creatively, and tried her best to include kemptian culture in both of their educations. speaking of;

she tried to raise her kids bilingual but it didn't last long bc aleron didn't like that as he is basically a cartoon villain. she put up with a lot of shit from aleron in general bc marriage love duty which resulted in auguste putting up with a lot of shit from Everyone Ever All The Time bc kingdom love duty which lead to laurent putting up with the regent's shit and being ridiculed in his own court for so many years. bc family love trauma status.

maybe if she still had the tendency to always say whatever the fuck crossed her mind by the time she realized she was being poisoned then things would've been different.

hypermenestra lore in my head:

this is a messy one okay basically choices were made and they were not the best ones.

first thing about hypermenestra is that was sooo loving so adoring so protective of kastor to the point of being overbearing. permissive. keep that in mind.

didn't mind whether kastor was going to be king or not but after a few years she got used to the idea so damen was a huge shock to her. she tried not to let it show too much bc egeria was her friend and whatnot but kastor could tell. being only child for the majority of his childhood usually coddled and not having much demanded from him given they were still lowkey hoping from an heir from egeria but still being told it was likely he was going to be king was a DISASTROUS choice on both theomedes and hypermenestra's part and on top of that hypermenestra was a piss poor liar. kastor Noticed.

she was not cold towards damen but she was not motherly either bc she didn't see it as her responsibility (which. was she wrong).

she could see kastor being a little bummed at the whole situation and tried to cheer him up by telling him he would've done a better job than damen at ruling anyway, this one time she went as far as ignoring damen being in the same room as her bc kastor was in a mood. often called kastor her 'little king' once or twice letting a 'my true king' slip which. had its consequences.

must stress this is not bc she was resentful of anyone, she just didn't want kastor to be sad or frustrated or any negative emotion ever and she didn't know how to deal with it. she was in absolute agony every time she saw kastor have the slightest fucking frown it was honestly incredible to see.

overall had no intention of creating a coup but ultimately theomedes loved her so much and was so permissive with her that she loved kastor so much she was so permissive with him that kastor decided he could do whatever he wanted. ironically, damen never got that permission, and when he realized in slavery that he had been taking something that wasn't his, he accepted it gracefully and with dignity, and decided to give it back with ease.

+ egeria lore bc i started thinking abt my one true rightful queen of akielos:

did not want children for a long time. she fully understood the responsibility that having a child meant and fully believed she was not ready. used a lot of contraceptive methods for a few years and it really messed up with her system, unfortunately.

probably would've made the best mother of the lot. ironic isn't it.

had an incredible vision. could see shit coming from miles away which gave her a tendency to jump to conclusions too quickly and accept no other information + be a bit too much with criticism. this got an unflattering reputation for a few years, added to the fact that she was also very private very cold very tactical for an akielon, and thus very lonely.

it's not that she didn't care for people and she wasn't cold, or harsh, just stoic. she wasn't exactly an approachable person. in fact, the only time she was seen with true softness on her face was the first and only time she held damen in her arms.

got along better with hypermenestra than theomedes. she thought theomedes was a little thick and lacked insightfulness and she knew theomedes thought she was basically insane. mostly their marriage was one of mutual tolerance. hypermenestra on the other hand was very eloquent even though she tended to agree with everything egeria said in the end. couldn't keep a damn opinion but at least she understood egeria when she talked.

kastor though, big fan. egeria loved that child’s wisdom, was more of an aunt figure to him at the time. she got kinda sad when kastor stopped talking to her after she got pregnant, but she understood it.

in truth very little was known about the late queen. nobody dared to get close enough to really know her. and well. queen egeria was so lovely, so dedicated, knowledgable and clever, gentle and playful at times, even. had anyone taken the time to know her, to truly see her, she wouldn't be just another tragic royal death now. damen asked around and though he didn't come to this exact same conclusion, he got the feeling there was something missing in the way people spoke about his mother. had he known her, he would have truly seen her. he has a tendency to want to see past appearences, still.

#i have no idea of what the fandom perception of these three is btw #i pulled 95% of this out of my ass as one does #captive prince #hennike #hypermenestra #egeria #ppl leave the best questions in the replies is the thing. are we on this earth just to suffer from the tumblr format uglyass aesthetics