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genericpuff · 2 months

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Scamlords is at it again.

A few nights ago, there was a sudden blow-up in the /r/webtoons server showing a new announcement from Snailords -

For anyone unaware, Death : Rescheduled has been on mid-season hiatus since October. And it's now, and only now, that Snailords has suddenly decided the comic is ending after it returns, but readers can get an extra 20 episodes... if they fork over $1k in merch sales.

Now, this could be a lot worse. They could be threatening not to return to the series at all unless their readers hand over money. But considering it's practically just one degree away from that, it's still pretty nasty. Not to mention, the further they divulged in their reasoning around this "idea", the more confusing it got.

They also even revived their @snailordsrant account on IG which, for those of you who were there and can recall, was the same account they used to put one of their own fans on blast over some very mild criticism.

None of this makes any actual sense, for several reasons:

1.) I literally fail to see how getting $1k in less than 24 hours is worth shoving in an extra mini arc of 10 episodes if you don't even have it planned out. Why do that to your audience or to yourself? Why drag things out just to scrounge up an emergency $1k? Why not just be honest with your audience and run a GoFundMe or just say , "Hey everyone, I've run into some financial troubles, I would really appreciate it if you could FastPass my newest episodes or donate to my Patreon or buy some merch so I can cover the costs". It's really telling that this shithead doesn't have enough confidence in themselves or their audience that practically worships them that they have to resort to this kind of underhanded shit to get the money they need. I wanna make it clear that this is NOT like a Kickstarter stretch goal or anything that incentivizes readers to support their work, they're instead holding the length and future of their series over their audiences' head (which they've done before) for money. That's not an incentive, it's an ultimatum.

2.) Maybe I'm misreading / being stupid (someone pls explain if I'm missing something here) but I literally don't see how their comment about working 50 hours a week explains why they're suddenly getting their fans to pay out $1k worth of merch in less than 24 hours. For anyone who doesn't know, $1k per episode is an example Webtoons uses in its post discussing how they pay out creators (this came after the platform got called out 2 years ago for paying creators too little, there are undoubtedly creators getting paid less). And yet for some reason $1k is apparently the difference between 10 episodes and 20? How does that add up? And is the bit about them wanting to buy boba supposed to be a joke? Where's the punchline here?

3.) They say they have writer's block and they want to use the money to "motivate them", but then just a few slides later they say 10-15 episodes is what would make them the "happiest" so which is it? Do they want to write 10 episodes or do they want people to pay them to write 20 episodes so they can draw the fluff scenes that they apparently want to draw? If you have an ending planned out, why rush it or drag it out depending on how this "fundraiser" goes? Why not just write the ending you want to write that will serve your story best? Why shove in an extra mini arc that you don't even have full confidence in writing and then try to compare it to a "super expensive cake"? What are you doing? Speaking as someone who's had trouble getting motivated in the past, suddenly getting a month's rent worth of money to do it doesn't necessarily solve that, it just turns up the pressure, and if you're not someone who deals with pressure well, then you're more likely to wind up just burning out entirely rather than fulfilling that goal.

4.) The fact that they did, in fact, hit their goal just makes it all the shittier to think about because their audience is mostly made up of teenagers who worship the ground that they walk on. It's horrifying that they keep pulling these stunts with their audience, and getting away with it to boot - and Webtoons, as a company, keeps enabling it by allowing it to happen by hosting and promoting people like this.

Anyways, there's already a lot going on here that's sketchy, but then... they went and deleted their posts. At the time of this happening (as I was there to witness it all play out in real time) I assumed this meant that they had hit their $1k goal - especially as they had been showing their progress on their IG and they were already at $900 after just a couple hours - but it gave me a sinking feeling seeing them delete it because they had also been called out by some brave readers telling them that it wasn't exactly a good look to essentially blackmail their audience through their own content into giving them money.

Snailords deleting it gave me a stronger impression of "burying the evidence", especially now that they had the money. By all accounts, they could do whatever they wanted now.

So what did they decide to do?

. . . Huh?

Okay, take a second to actually think about what Snailords has done here. Because I know some of you will go "oh, it was for charity all along! that was nice of them!" but . . . I don't know about the legalities of collecting donation funds under false pretenses, but morally speaking, it's a really shitty thing to do. They stripped away the choices - limiting them to three - of what their readers could donate to, and what I think their readers don't understand - due to being mostly teenagers - is that they're tax-exempt individuals and they just unknowingly gave Snailords an easy $1k tax write-off. You really, really shouldn't collect donation funds like this without being honest, it's just a shitty thing to do, especially after you've already collected the money. It mostly just comes across as damage control on Snailords' part to make it seem like they were always planning to donate to charity, when in reality, if they wanted to donate to charity, they would have been honest about that at the start. Again, even if they wanted to do that from the start, it goes to show how little confidence they have in themselves or their audience that they have to stoop to methods like these instead of just doing it honestly.

And do you really think Snailords will actually do those extra episodes? Or donate that money? This is the same asshole who has manipulated their readers for money not once but twice, and now seems intent on doing it a third time just for the charm. This is the same person who practically sabotaged their own comic, Freaking Romance, because they apparently didn't like the romance genre and may as well have only done it for clout / views / etc.

What was especially odd - and I found this out from folks who actually read Death : Rescheduled (I do not) - was finding out that it wouldn't make sense for D : R to end in as many as 25 episodes, because apparently, the plot has basically just gotten going.

So it does seem like this is foreshadowing that D : R will wind up just like Freaking Romance, rushed into an ending that wasn't expected. And this, of course, has the people who read their work confused because D : R was supposed to be Snailords' passion project, their magnum opus, the project they wanted to do. So them holding the timing of an ending that shouldn't even be happening yet for ransom contradicts that original intention. Really, it just goes to show that Snailords has no passion, they're just in it purely for the money, to a degree that I can't even cheer them on for being a hustler because it's missing the honesty and integrity.

And of course, every single time Snailords finds a way to backpedal and take his audience for a ride, they hop right in without a single thought for themselves.

And no, none of this is to hate on the readers directly, I hold Snailords entirely responsible for this - they have an audience of impressionable, naive, gullible teenagers, and they know it, and take advantage of it every chance they get. It's why they weren't just honest about wanting to collect money for charity from the start. It's why they resorted to basically holding their own comic's progression for ransom during its midseason hiatus. It's why the deadline was 24 hours and why the posts are now gone.

Thankfully the Internet does what it does - any evidence that Snailords was trying to bury is now all over reddit, and hey, just for good measure, here's a post on Tumblr that's been sitting in my drafts for days now, days after people have already seemingly stopped talking about it. Don't let anyone bury or forget about the stunts Snailords is pulling on their audience, with a platform that they've been consistently given by Webtoons, because that's what they want you to do.

#snailords #webtoon critical

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Mother, Pet , Shock

Jesus, what in actual hell is Jason gonna do if he ends up whelping a half-alien kid in "no metas allowed" Gotham? Or if he has to explain to Lian that she's not her daddy's only pup anymore? Or if–

Jason pictures a sweet little redheaded newborn all nestled up to his chest, maybe softly glowing and floating or adorably stupid and wickedly clever or just ridiculously tiny and defenseless and all those other things all at once, and feels far, far too many feelings about the idea.

His heart fucking hurts with how many feelings he feels about that idea, in fact.

Alright. Ruled out sneaking out to get an abortion, apparently.

Jason can't actually be a real mom, though. He can't protect a pup with his lifestyle, much less properly raise one. Catherine tried, at least, but Sheila was an absolute piece of shit, and those are his only examples so far as "mothering" behavior goes because he is just not emotionally prepared to ever count Selina, and not even because of her actually being an alpha and therefore more the "fathering" type or all the times he tried to get her arrested back in the day. So just–just how would he ever know how to be a mom for some poor stupid kid who'd probably be just as much of a mouthy, difficult brat as he'd always been? How would he know how to be a mom for a kid genetically crazy enough to jack the fucking Batmobile's tires? How?!

Maybe . . . maybe Roy would want them, though, or . . . or something. He wants Lian even though she's Cheshire's, after all. And Jason couldn't put any pup up for adoption unless he was absolutely sure they weren't Kori's because of the whole alien superpowers issue, obviously, but that's what DNA tests are for, right? And who knows, maybe Kori would want them herself, if they were hers.

Jason would have to actually ask to know if either of them would even want a pup that was half him, of course, which just sounds like some fresh fucking hell right there.

"Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

Clark wakes up.

Clark didn't even know he wasn't awake.

"Superman," Bruce says with absolute neutrality. He's wearing the cowl. Standing in rubble. Clark is . . . not standing in rubble.

Laying in rubble. That's what Clark is doing.

Bruce is looking down at him very, very carefully, and seems . . . reserved.

Reserved for Bruce, even.

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying not to concentrate on the little seed of dread that the sight of that reservation invokes in him. He can hear the heartbeats of other League members, here and there in the wreckage of the street around them. Hear civilians and city noise. Hear Lois and Jon, distantly, and Ma and Pa, even more distant. And . . . Kara–both of her–and . . .

"We'll go with 'electrocution', but I think we can safely say just about anyone else would've been virtually incinerated," Bruce informs him, distracting Clark from his mental rundown of people he's currently worried about. "Or just exploded."

"Ah," Clark says with a grimace. Well, that explains why his head hurts so damn bad, he guesses.

At least it was him, then, and not any "anyone else"s.

#joyfire #jason todd #kon el #superboy #clark kent #bruce wayne #plotbunny-bundle #omegaverse #abortion mention #did not have 'shock' so I gave you 'electrocution' lol #wip: jason goes home #wip: amazon kon #wip: the parasite

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cringefaecompilation · 3 months

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the most dimension 20-ass moments in critical role so far

most of exu because aimee and robbie have huge d20 player energy, but these moments in particular:

fearne's shitty accent when she was faking being a ship's cook "NANCY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" "mother." "did you touch the circlet?" "yeah! that's how you hold stuff!" "if you were any gemstone, what would you be?" "i'd be a diamond cause they're hard as i am- WAIT NO NO NO NO" orym eating his own weight in pies dariax making it sound like one of opal's bullies sharted her pants with thaumaturgy

the fearne, orym and dorian intro where dorian goes "fearne, is this ship going to stop?" and she replies "i dunno, i think we're gonna crash :D"

"I NEED MORE CHILDREN!"

everyone miming eating breakfast sandwiches when they can't find bertrand

orym nearly getting bh killed because he said cake sucks to eshteross' face

imogen asking pretty out on a 3 (4) person date to help her friends not get caught, the resulting date and rejection, and all the times it gets brought up again

"maude."

"i was trying to keep a low profile!" "YOU'RE DRESSED AS THE NIGHTMARE KING!"

"HE PROPOSED!"

"what's wrong, daniel?"

everyone piling into an elevator at the same time and liam miming getting his face smashed into the wall

the entire twilight museum bit, but mostly just orym getting blocked from helping the gang three times in a row

"want some candy? wa-wa-want some candy?"

fearne spending her turn keeping watch by breathing a smiley face into ashton's head and then going back to sleep because she forgot they were taking turns

xandis

end episode "oh! right. hondir." start episode back up "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT ME THIS IS SUCH STUPID BULLSHIT!"

the karen culling

the entire first half of ep 33. esp fcg driving the crawler and ashton screaming "YOU ARE TOO OLD TO DRIVE"

"WE DON'T LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND" followed by everyone but ashton falling off the airship

"uh. guys. bones. fast. bones. lots of bones coming this way."

after a solid month of agonizing over laudna being possibly permadead she's brought back with a slap

"oops. i did it again"

fake orgy leading into horse fearne

ashton's offscreen sidequest and him using a 6th(?) level spell slot just to say "okay"

fearne's horrifying nana revealing she's got a juice bar

the goat float

"ALRIGHT, GUYS! WE'RE EATING JERRY!"

"he's OUR problematic beast!"

orym's mom showing everyone his little baby boots

a drag queen calling ashton hot after he barges in and throws trash on the floor for them to make an outfit out of

everyone interrogating an evil sword that clearly only lies and getting more and more pissed off at it as it does

orym talking to his dead family whilst laudna and chet fly overhead shooting bees at each other

feeding shithead to fcg

fearne nearly dying after spooning a pirate, getting him together with a girl that's crushing on him, and them both being so happy that they throw bh a party

"THERE WAS. NO. LIMBO." and orym quietly takes away the limbo vine

the literal shitstorm given to the party by Mi

hotboxing a tree

"TAKE YOUR NINTH LEVEL SPELL AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS" was ic and i stand by it

wok sledding

imogen intimidating a reilora and then BOOKING IT behind a rock to gasp for air

#🍃#critical role #critrole #dimension 20 #d20 #add your own if you want to!

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fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme · 3 months

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Okay. Fuck it. I said I'll get it done until the weekend but considering I'll make it into 3 parts now, have part 2 of 'Sanji having a tattoo and Zoro being super normal about it' before writers block kicks my ass again.

Pt. 1 can be found here

This part gets a bit horny and also kinda emotional....at least as emotional as these idiots can get. Enjoy😊

For a few moments the bathroom was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then hell broke loose, or rather Sanji broke loose. With a kick to Zoro's stomach he tried getting the green haired man off him.

"The hell is wrong with you? Did all that moss on your head finally grow into your brain or what?!" he screamed. But the swordsman didn't move, eyes fixed on the tattoo. Sanji cleared his throat, aiming for another kick. "Mosshead, I'm talking to you!" he tried wriggling free but it was no use. Zoro still held both his hands in an iron grip with one hand, while the other reached out towards his chest as if the sentient seaweed was in a trance, unfamiliar gently tracing over the rose. It took everything in Sanji not to shiver at this.

"You know..." Zoro started, his fingers still tracing over the tattoo. "I really hoped you weren't that dumb. Tattooing some random girl's name, fucking stupid!" as soon as the last word left Zoro's mouth, he found himself splashing backwards into the bathtub. Maybe he should have seen that one coming. "Bet her reaction was comparable to yours right now, am I right?" Zoro asked as he hoisted himself upon the ledge of the tub. The shitty cook made an angry noise at that, stomping over to the swordsman.

Crossing his arms Sanji gave Zoro an angry stare. "What happened to asking about it like a good boy, huh? Instead you barge in here like a perv and assume you know shit about what I conciously put on my body! I didn't know what I expected from someone who only has alcohol poisoned moss for brains, but it certainly wasn't this!" he yelled, contemplating to just kick the shitty swordsman back into the tub. At least that would take care of his personal hygiene. Already raising his leg towards his opponents head, he noticed that the shithead wasn't even looking at him anymore. Ignorant bastard. Instead the green haired idiot was staring towards the ceiling and was that a blush on his cheeks? For a moment Sanji wanted to blame that on the overall temperature inside the bathroom, then he finally realised that he was still entirely naked and the swordsman literally had a front row seat to see his dick right now.

As soon as the shitty cook raised his leg towards Zoro, all thoughts left his brain. This sight was better than anything his imagination ever produced. Long legs still dripping with water, muscles flexing, ready to deliver a painful kick. He wished to feel them wrapped around himself, to mark them up with bites, kiss along them up to...No. As much as he wanted to appreciate those powerful thighs and everything between them some more, this was not the right moment. It took all his willpower to look at the ceiling instead of the very exposed cook infront of him. Why did he even go through with this stupid idea? He should just walk out and forget this ever happened, the cook wouldn't let him live it down anyway. Speak of the devil, said shitty cook shook out of his momentary stupor to grab Zoro's chin and force him back to eye level with himself. "First of all, my eyes are here mon chou" he almost purred with newfound confidence and Zoro felt heat curl in his stomach. "And second, you still haven't asked to see me like this, it's not that hard...unlike you".

Sanji didn't really know what he expected from teasing the mossball or where he took his sudden confidence from but he was still surprised when a callussed hand grabbed his wrist and a dangerous growl escaped the swordsman. "Don't fucking talk to me like that! I'm none of your hopeless flirts curlybrows!" he hissed, guiding Sanji's hand aways from his face. "I've already seen it now so there's no need to ask anyways!" Zoro sounded different as he said that, tho Sanji couldn't quite pinpoint why. This entire situation was too weird for them to think about such little details now. He never thought the swordsman would stoop as low as this just to see his tattoo. But here he sat infront of Sanji dripping wet and with a very visible boner. This was the weirdest thing of all and the blond had to dig very deep through his memories to not match the swordsman in his compromising position (For once he was glad to have seen his old man in the rattiest pair of underwear known to mankind). He wouldn't give the mosshead that satisfaction. Not yet at least. For now he wanted to sort through this mess that startet shortly after he joined the Strawhats and maybe finally tell the truth about the name over his heart. The swordsman didn't seem to buy the lie of Sanji getting the name tattooed for a random girl, so truth it had to be. Goddamn shitty marimo and the things his presence did to Sanji. He needed a cigarette. Or three. For now he settled on a deep sigh.

"Alright marimo, this is ridiculous even for us. Take care of your little problem and then find me in the galley. If I'm gonna tell you about this, at least I wanna wear pants" with that the cook yanked his hand out of Zoro's grip and made his way out the door. Zoro sighed. The love cook was right. This whole thing was ridiculous. The only thing he himself got out of it was the most embarrasing boner of his life and uncomfortably cliging wet clothes. He waited until he heard Sanji's steps retreat, then quickly took care of the problem in his pants. After cleaning himself as good as possible and wringing out his clothes he made his way to the galley. Hopefully all this shit was worth it, he just wanted to know wich poor girl was forever stamped on the cook's chest and if it was something he could use against him. With a teasing grin Zoro swung open the galley door. "So, who's the unlucky lady on your chest curlybrows?" he asked and settled on the couch. The cook already looked ready to kick him again and took a long drag of his cigarette. Oh this would be a fun story to hear.

"Will you finally stop with that assumptions you shithead? And maybe apologize first for spying on me" Sanji hoped he could stall for a bit, still contemplating to tell Mossball the same lie as anyone else. But he said it himself. He knew Sanji wasn't stupid enough to do something like this. And why was that idiot so determined to see it anyways. That was the question that drove Sanji insane the most. "Well shitty swordsman? I'm not hearing an apology and why are you so dead set on seeing my tattoo anyways, hm?" if he was to answer the swordsman, he also had some things to explain first. Sanji watched the still slightly wet marimo opening and closing his mouth like a fish, all while looking like doing the hardest mental gymnastics. Maybe it was mean to force Zoro into telling, considering he didn't like to talk about personal things. No. No, for once he had to explain himself no matter how uncomfortable it made him. Sanji was right there with him anyways. After a while, Zoro finally decided to speak.

"Well, I was just curious I think" he managed to get out. It was only half the truth but he wasn't ready to tell the shitcook the entire reason why. Zoro's eyes flicked around the kitchen, he couldn't look at the blond in front of him. Not when the images from the bathroom were still fresh in his mind. He never thought to see the cook like this close up and it was a sight to behold. Nope. Full stop. That train of thought had to wait until this conversation was over. He wished he could stand up and get some Sake, that always made talking easier. But noticing the ashtray on the counter filled with cigarette butts he at least knew he wasn't alone in his nervousness.

Sanji sighed. "Curious? That's what you call spying on me in the shower? I'd call it being a creep" he said pointing his cigarette at Zoro.

"If anyone's a creep it's definetly you curls. Seeing as you got some random girl's name tattooed" Zoro grumbled out, not caring for the shitty cook's sharp intake of breath.

"Will you stop with that? Have you even considered that it could not be a random girl?" Sanji had a hard time trying to keep his voice calm.

Zoro huffed out a half hearted laugh. "Well then, enlighten me cook! I already asked you once but you didn't answer me. So go ahead, now is the time"

"First off: you were drunk off your ass when you asked me, I doubt you'd even remember it if I told you back then. Second: unless you apologize, I won't tell you shit!" by now Sanji didn't even care if he was yelling. Sometimes that was the only way of communication the mossball infront of him understood.

"Fine shit cook! I'm sorry for being curious about your stupid tattoo! Now tell me who the poor girl on your chest is" Zoro yelled back and narrowly escaped another kick aimed at him.

Sanji took another deep breath. The mossball had sort of apologized and he was getting tired of his stupid assumptions, so now it was all or nothing. "It's my mother's name, shithead!" he said in a calm and measured tone that even surprised himself.

That left Zoro stunned. He blinked, opened his mouth, blinked again and closed his mouth.

Sanji took the last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the overflowing ashtray. "Bet that never crossed your mind, eh marimo?" he asked looking at a still very much speechless Zoro that looked like he was questioning his entire being right now. It made him kinda nervous. Sanji never thought that the first person, besides Zeff, to know about his tattoo would be the stupid moss haired swordsman that is Roronoa Zoro. He basically bared a part of his soul to the one person he knew could destroy him with this knowledge.

After a few more seconds that felt like hours, Zoro finally found his voice again. "Shit, curls....'m sorry" he mumbled, looking anywhere but the cook. Feeling his curiosity come back he added: " Why didn't you tell the others?".

Sanji leaned against the counter, already fumbling with his next cigarette. "Dunno, they never questioned my cover story. I'm sure at least Robin-chan and Nami-san know it's not the truth but they never pressured me for an answer, unlike you dumbass." he chuckled. "The others would probably never believe you if you told them what I told you"

Zoro nodded. "Wouldn't have told them anyways" he said, decidedly not acknowledging the cook's provokation. Sure curlybrows mostly was an idiot but that didn't mean Zoro would tell his secret to everyone. He still had some sense of honor.

"Thanks, mon chou" the words fell out of Sanji's mouth before he could stop himself, mentally cursing the unusual fond tone of his voice. He blamed the weird time of night for it and hoped Zoro would ignore it like his jab towards him. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side.

"Anytime curls, thanks for trusting me with that" came Zoro's equally fond reply. The atmosphere between him and the cook was weird enough anyways, so what. The blond lowered his guard, so Zoro could too even tho he didn't like how mushy he sounded. Like a lovesick teenager, wich was technically the truth but he didn't really want to put that kind of feeling into the conversation right now and risk making things even weirder. So he decided to test his luck, maybe the cook would tell him some more. "How was she? Your mom, I mean" he asked, playing with the hem of his still damp shirt. Sanji looked at him like he'd grown three heads.

"Why the sudden interest in my family mossball?" Sanji asked. That question was decidedly too personal for the two of them and considering he wanted to keep his family history hidden from the world. His crew knew enough about him already. Zoro just shrugged at him. "Well marimo, I'm still mad at you for what happened in the shower so why should I tell you? Also it's late, I have to get up early and I believe you still have a night watch to get back to" with that he made his way to the door, running away from the question like a coward. "Good night!" he added before leaving the galley.

Zoro was left sitting on the couch, suddely very aware of his damp clinging clothes and the ruined moment between him and the cook. Damn this pretty blond bastard and his ability to scramble everything in Zoro's brain. And damn Zoro too for handling emotional matters with the grace of a bull in a china shop. Grumbling about Sanji and himself he made his way back to the crows nest where he stewed in his thoughts for the rest of the night.

#zosan fic #zosan #black leg sanji x rorona zoro #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #don't look too close for spelling mistakes i wrote most of this half asleep without coffee

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hyp3rfixation-h3ll · 5 months

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not to get into discourse mode on here but the recent shit w/ ao3 being once again called out for being run by racists/genocide supporters and seeing so many fucking Absolute Gormless Shitheads blindly defend OTW and going " dOn'T bRiNg FiCtIoNaL PoLiTicS iNtO tHis!!!111!1 " as if they are not immune to propaganda is wild . my siblings in sin , ao3 is literally The Racism Fetish Fanfiction site , and propaganda via fictional work is exactly how racism perpetuates. ao3 and the otw are a part of the problem whether you choose to acknowledge it or not because they contribute to the cycle of violence , fetishisation and colonisation of marginalised groups via complacency (and sometimes even blatant PASSIVE ENCOURAGEMENT) , and then they cover it up by using soft cutesy buzzwords like " anti-censorship " and " free speech " and their dumb ass complex tagging system to appeal to white people , so when Actual Minorities and people affected by the shit they put on there speak up about it they're met with all kinds of bullcrap about "jUsT bLoCk ThE tAg If It'S a PrObLem1111!111" or "YoU'rE jUsT bEiNg a fAnDoM cOp!11!!"

You're a part of the problem if you support ao3 and actively continue to use it & donate to them , especially in the wake of the OTW being actively chockful of zionists who will , ironically , silence those who speak up and rally with Palestine for liberation . And If you decide to take this as me being hostile towards you or trying to " bring fiction into real world issues " , remember that at Any point in time you can go on ao3 for yourself and find thousands and thousands of raceplay fics and other various works that glorify and condone racism , and that the otw and their large userbase (primarily composed of white people!) has a track record of trying to shut up POC when this issue is brought to light .

Idgaf if ao3 is for " anti-censorship " , because there's a difference between anti-censorship and HIDING BEHIND the concept of free speech and the 1st amendment to do and say awful , horrendous things and believe you're above critique , punishment or consequences for it .

tl;dr: fuck ao3, fuck the otw, free palestine, and most importantly: you are NOT and will NEVER be immune to propaganda if you choose to ignore it because it benefits you.

#the captain's rambles #ao3 #archive of our own #racism cw #free palestine #🍉#otw #ask to tag #also its dumb to request not bringing politics into the topic of ao3 #the concept of anti / pro-censorship Is a political statement #anyways. this isnt even touching on the nasty shit ao3 will let you put on their site about Real People (INCLUDING REAL CHILDREN)#mfs be like “you guys are so worried about fictional kids!11!!” yeah cuz if thats what youre willing to write about fictional kids #then how the Fuck am i supposed to trust Your bitch ass with writing about Real Children in a Normal manner #btw ao3 / otw bootlickers who try n come in here and go ERM ACKSHUALLY will be shot at on sight by my rocket launcher #fiction bleeds into reality and can and DOES influence it you dickless jabronies . that's Literally why The Jaws Effect is a phenomenon #and why racist propaganda (like what the IOF spreads) is so effective #you cannot rally against the oppressor and side with them at the same time because “muh fanfic site”#pick a side or get out you spineless fucks #oh and btw. if you try to equate this with just mindless discourse you're incorrect and undermining the larger issue here #which is Literally #otw and ao3 are built off of racist and arguably white supremacist values and THAT is why they fire people --#-- for having the oh so heinous opinion of “hey. racism is Bad.” and allow fics that condone racism and fetishise it on their site.#and post. this has been your once in a lifetime tumblr rant from sonic t hedgehog about why white people in fandom more often than not #fucking suck Butt Ass & absolute Balls #im gonna go shower and get some tuna now

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hmm.. in response to the person who said all the antis they have met are shitheads. I have had.. the exact same experience with proshippers. It’s weird? Like, I dunno. All the proshippers I’ve ever met were straight up pedos or horrific people. I think maybe that’s why some people are so aggressive, because people like that are very loud, and they just assume everyone is like that? Which is what I think proshippers do with antis too. Just the shitty loud majority being horrible to the other side. which, guys, chill, It Literally Does Not Matter

but yeah. generalising is a bitch and I wish everyone would just stop with this shitty ass debate. I don’t think either side makes someone a bad person or whatever, both sides attract the worst of the worst sometimes, and give both a bad name in the eyes of the other. Honestly, I will say. Before I found your blog I was one of the “all proshippers are terrible pedos” crowd because well. That was all the people I’ve seen and met. but yeah, that’s not the case, you guys are just people, and though I do not agree with some things it’s none of my business at all and being cruel over it is just daft (Oh I will clarify. Even before this I was never awful to anyone about it, I promise. I am a very unconfrontational person so I wouldn’t have been able to even if I wanted to. I just. got mildly upset and then blocked whoever it was then went on with my day like I do with anyone else who pisses me off lmao)

but yeah it has come to my attention that maybe I’m not as good as a person as I thought I was, generalising people like that. honestly a lot of stuff has come up recently that shows me I’m not that great. but I’m okay with it, I’d much rather be aware of my flaws than hurt anyone because of them

I swear this was not meant to be a huge rant whoops

I don't know how to fix all of this stuff, but I'm glad we're all talking about it. I feel like that's a start.

#Anonymous #image reply #actual blog post

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Just Some Guy OC Tourney - Side B: Round 1

Rules:

do NOT be mean to anyone or any characters in these polls. you MUST clarify if you are joking/teasing or you will be blocked. if you are someone who entered an oc into this and you are mean to other contestants you will be disqualified

do NOT claim a character doesn't deserve to be here. yes including your own. be nice

if you are posting propaganda you have to tag us, including if your propaganda is in the reblogs. it is difficult to tell when something is or isn't propaganda. anything not tagging us will likely be missed

please don't hesitate to let me know if i messed something up!

have fun, hype each other up <3 thank you

Mendel Warrenpeace | He/him | @bittersweetbonbon

CW: Transformation horror, isekai, lightning strikes

Mendel was just a normal guy, who happened to love Toontown: Corporate Clash *so* much that he played it nearly 24/7, maxing out all of his gags and disguises, even going so far as to become a beta tester for experimental VR haptic suits, just so he could be more immersed in the game. However, he was foolish enough to play the game in VR during the most intense lightning storm seen in his area, got struck by said lightning, and was isekaed into the game itself. Now trapped in the world he used to adore, at level one no less, he would do anything to get back home, up to and including re-beating the game, no matter how strenuous running around and throwing pies at robots is in "real life". Of course, beating the game isn't going to free him from Toontown's inky clutches, but we don't have to tell him that, right? Of course not.

Promos: He has a blog at mendelwarrenpeace.tumblr.com and a WIP toyhouse page at toyhou.se/26655994.mendel-warrenpeace

Darien | He/him | @bittersweetbonbon

Darien is a normal guy in every way possible, except for the fact that his boss, Anthony, has been steadily replacing all of his coworkers with robots. So, in response, Darien started bonding aggressively with the robots, bringing them home-baked goods and motor oil and listening to their problems, until said robots unanimously decided "Yeah, we like this guy, we're keeping him.". When his boss got word of the robots liking Darien more than him, he conspired to turn Darien into a robot, too, and would have succeeded if said robots didn't revolt against Anthony, turning *him* into the robot instead. Now with a legion of incredibly loyal automatons behind him, Darien has become the de-facto owner of the company, a fact that stresses him out to no end, and drives Anthony to the end of his wit with jealousy.

Full images and descriptions under the cut!

Mendel is, quite literally, so just some guy that I refuse to develop what he was like or what his name was pre-isekae, because his past is literally so generic and unimportant. He was NPC-core. He was nothingburger. His only friend is a 17-year-old who physically cannot stop themself from stealing things. Even now his only hobby is playing video games all day. He almost died a few days after being isekaed because he didn't want to leave his house. He's scared to walk around because he thinks the robots will shoot him point-blank just for being near them. I want to grab him and spin him around like that gif of a chimpanzee. He's even a furry.

Darien is 27 years old and feels absolutely nothing but apathy until the robots start bonding with him. He would be a he/they if he stopped to think about it for two seconds. He thinks Anthony is a shithead, which he is, but doesn't think he deserved to be turned into a robot, even if that's what Anthony was planning to do to him. He might even be asexual.

#tournament poll #oc tournament #ocs #some guy joust #mendel warrenpeace #darien

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"why do you use he for jo" okay A. i dont like him LOL as if i give a shit and B. guys are annoying and so is jo so i consider him just as bad as one xoxo. i dont get whats with all this jo appreciation eithim lmaooo. god hes just such a shitty character in general too. just thinking about his ass sends me into cardiac arrest. hes literally not wasted potential eithim lolll...... he served his arc and got his ass kicked in epsidoe 10 lmao. gen2 is just so bad egnerally and i rlly blame it all on jo idk.... just a watse of space and a terruble character. truly believe anne maria shouldve beaten the shit out of him not even joking.its so like ugh!!!!!! Hes so bad. All he does is try to kill ppl so idkkkk!!!! Why do people like him?????????????/// telling cameron he has a big ass head (he does LMAO) but its so hypocritcial coming from jo since his chin is 10x karger.

idk im so pissed about jos existence like he makes me go infertile. i have to skip s4 and s5 because they have jo hes just so bad. anytime i see ppl who make charts and they put jo anywhere above neutral i block them on sight LOLLLLLLL not to mention hes a sociopath!!!!! you all need to start liking better characters and call out joe for being a shithead anywayyy bye!!! xoxox

-jater

#total drama #long post #jater

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So, the YuYu Hakusho live adaptation

Well.

We got a real good anime adaptation, which is rare enough

And they did a good job with the costumes, aesthetics, and they did hit a lot of the fight scenes as close to the original as they could

They just… very obviously understood absolutely none of the actual messaging or what made those scenes impactful

Spoilers below for the original anime/manga and the live action

I understand they only had 5 episodes to get through the first season but I just finished episode 3 and I literally do not understand how they plan to get from here to the Dark Tournament

Genkai was introduced, trained Yusuke for 20 fucking days, trained Kuwabara as well and blatantly favoured him for 19 of those days including telling Botan to tell Koenma Yusuke’s a write off

(Do not fucking ask about Koenma he’s a cool teenager with a pacifier the entire time it is literally not even commented on)

Then oh Yusuke does his finger handstand for one entire night, pops off a spirit gun that Toguro notices

(Elder Toguro promptly shits himself in glee)

Genkai can magically tell they’ve noticed, nearly cries, and hands over the fucking spirit orb. Immediately. It just pops straight in, no big deal, no question, Yusuke wanders off for ramen and Toguro kills her

Not one Genkai fight scene. A lil moment of her fucking around and throwing walnuts at Yusuke, but not even breaking a sweat

Tarukane and Yukina were introduced right off the bat and Hiei’s stolen spirit treasure is a piddly little knife he used to make a teeny weeny cut and give himself a jagan eye so he can look for her, no evil machinations or transformation for this bitch

Yusuke and Hiei don’t even fight before Kurama calls them both bitches and they’ve already picked up Kuwabara to get on the boat for The Fucking Tournament Island which is apparently just Sakyo’s house

Oh yeah, because Sakyo told Tarukane episode ONE that he’s digging a hole to the demon world, sold him Yukina (so who should Hiei really be stabbing?), and has now invited Tarukane back to his place to be protected by Sakyo’s demons, the Toguros

The Black Black Club are fucking all there. In person. Just chilling. At Sakyo’s house on the tournament island and the Demon Triad are there but none of the tournament folks are but they’re on Sakyo’s boat? Minus Genkai? Who died about 30 minutes tops after her first appearance?

Oh, and we saw the demon triad and Toguro popping a giant beastie and Hiei running around with his knife and then immediately after the cut Yusuke just fucked off to Genkai’s to be instantly accepted as her pupil for a 20+ day training montage so who knows what the fuck Hiei and Tarukane were up to in the meantime, Tarukane fully left the mainland and apparently Hiei spent 3 weeks sitting on his thumb about it

I just. The saddest part is that I really, truly think the people making the adaptation thought they were being faithful to the original

The characters look so good, the costumes are incredible, the special effects are fucking fantastic

But every single moment of build up, of dramatic tension, of getting to know the characters and seeing them care about something is gone

Yusuke’s dramatic revelation that it’s time to get serious with his training isn’t Toguro levelling a parking block; it’s watching Kuwabara hit a rock with a wooden sword until his spirit sword happens

His whole motivation to get stronger is “well I can’t let Kuwabara beat me”, which even Genkai calls piss weak one day and then the next it’s fine, he’s ready to finish his training

(One thing I do like is the characters themselves occasionally dropping a “well what the fuck did that mean” about particularly egregious logic leaps, like Elder Toguro shapeshifting to impersonate Hiei and kidnap Keiko

Do they not understand Hiei was a fan favourite just for being an evil little shithead in his first appearances who didn’t care about anybody except maybe Kurama?

Instead we have pre-reformed Hiei who only wants to save his sister uwu won’t even take a stab at properly fighting Yusuke before they’ve teamed up

Just let Hiei be a little shit

Just let him have a stupid grandiose plan that even je can later admit made no fucking sense

Let Yusuke shoot him in the ass and show some ingenuity under pressure)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m finishing out the season just to see where the fuck they’re going, but I thought I had a general idea for the first two episodes and now I just. I don��t know.

I think they’re gonna pansy out of giving me Jin

They’re not gonna do my goddamn flying demon uni-leprechaun

However if they do punch Sakyo and toss him into a pit at the end of this season I will not be mad, he’s gonna be Right There in punching range apparently because they’re not going to a tournament, they’re going to HIS FUCKING HOUSE

Oh and no Shizuru

No badass moments for Keiko (well I guess she did slap the face off Elder Toguro once that was great)

No Atsuko past the first episode

Botan is basically a semi-sadistic cheerleader

Genkai is dead

Because it’s not like anyone liked this show for actually having interesting and semi-independent female characters

Honestly I even had a couple moments of “maybe I’d like this better if they did a worse job”, because it’s so clearly made by people who really cared about the show, and worked to fit as much as they could into five episodes (fuck you Netflix)

But what they cared about was fight scenes

Not any of what actually made YYH interesting and compelling; no character growth, no relationships between rivals, between enemies to allies, between teacher and student

Not 30 seconds on the relationship between Toguro and Genkai, for all they lifted lines directly from the anime

He walks in and pops her, no big deal

Not even on screen

Puu does not exist

For a character who starts the show by fuckin dying, Yusuke really has not been pushed to his limits since

And to be fair, the things the show does well, it’s fucking nailing

Toguro’s muscle transformation? PERFECT. Understated, clear potential to become fucking ridiculous around 80%, classy as hell

Kurama’s rose whip? Incredible, 10/10, so fucking glad we’ve seen so much of it, super well done

Spirit gun and spirit sword? Fabulous, gorgeous, I am in love, only thing that would make it better would be shooting that asshole teacher in the head (not that Yusuke has been to school since the day he died except to sit on the roof)

It’s just… the edgelord version of the story. As truncated as possible, just event event event, without any patience or respect for character relationships or growth or that, y’know, you need to give your audience a reason to care

The good news is, at this point it’s pretty much no reason for them to do the fourth season just in general which would make Yoshihiro Tagashi very happy

Just in general, it’s… fine. It’s a little short action show with great special effects and some fantastic costuming and aesthetic

There’s something that sorta almost resembles a story

And as far as live adaptations go? We definitely for sure know it could be worse, especially with Netflix *stares in Death Note*

I just won’t be all that disappointed if they don’t get the second season they really really really needed

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #yu yu hakusho live action #yu yu hakusho anime #it’s for sure not the worst live adaptation #it just tastes like something that could and should have been so much better #so many cool special effects they spent the netflix budget in some really weird places #and they all look fantastic and cool i just #i can see where they coulda refocused to really highlight an actually important moment #cranky posting

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hi! this is probably really repetitive but the lesbophobia all over the place has crawled deeper into my skin than before. I’m literally being dogpiled daily on twitter for replying to some idiots that, yes, bi “lesbianism” is very (blank)phobic and promotes corrective rape ideology. It’s stupid but I actually get so much anxiety just reading these shitheads replies (that makes zero sense), I literally feel even further from the rest of the lgbt community than ever before. They’re like bringing out bullshit statistics on how “basically everyone is attracted in some cApAciTY to men.” I literally can’t take it anymore I hate this I’m fucking done, for months I’ve spoke to people with these views until I’m blue in the face, but they literally won’t stop. Some 33yo told me to “listen to qu*er elders and history!1,” as if any que*r elder, bi or lesbian, would support this bullcrap. Wtf are we gonna do if lesbian actually gets co-op’ed by the whole mspec lesbian stuff? Make a new label for them to take a couple years later? Right when I started to accept myself more as a lesbian I get involved in whatever the hell this is, thanks everyone.

Honestly, I recommend just blocking liberally. There is no point in interacting with people who wanna be stupid until the day they die. If it helps, I have gone to gay bars and spoken to other lesbians about this (they think its stupid) and friends of mine have spoken with the so-called q*eer elders and they also agree.

It is saddening that the 'elders' are only stepping stones for perpetuating oppression among lesbians and ultimately bi lesbians and other m-spec/mogai idiots don't care what happens to them outside of discourse. Why else are trailblazers like Emily Gwen still struggling under poverty?

#ask #anon #'bi lesbian'#the history is also outdated and out of context lines #or straight up incorrect and wrong #because guess what #people can be wrong #even the 'elders'#no one is infallible

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Hellfire’s Mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 6.1

*Author’s note*

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY EDDIE MUNSON!!! One year ago today you came onto the show and literally stole ALL of our hearts. Unfortunately I couldn’t get the whole chapter done but I’d be damned if I didn’t at least post up something in honor of the one year of season 4 of Stranger things for his debut. So to any and all readers out there enjoy part one of this chapter and I hope to have part two up in like a day or so.

Now this chapter specifically is set in Eddie’s POV cause one I said it could be and two it’ll really show just how much Eddie cares for Roxxi and it really needed to be from his POV esp. this chapter after what happened in the last chapter.

Warnings: Flirty Eddie MAJOR FLIRT AND TEASE!! Some mentions of angst, mentions of suicide (past event not current in this timeline), fluff, SMUT (the next part will be some MAJOR smut so underaged blogs or bot blogs you’ll be blocked I’LL BE CHECKING)!!

Chapter 6;

The Bard and the Elf-witch’s anniversary

6.2 CONTINUES HERE

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@assassinsasha23

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@sweetpeapod

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*Eddie’s POV*

The rest of the week went by in a blur. Even though she says she’s fine, I knew Roxxi still kept thinking back to her encounter with her cousin Steve Harrington. God if only I had known, hell I’ve been over to Family video throughout the summer and I didn’t even see Harrington once whilst I went in there to rent Wayne and me a movie.

It was Friday and as unfortunate as it is, I had begged Roxxi to take a mental health day. She didn’t need the stress of Fridays piling up on her with all that’s been buzzing on her mind. And as promised (more like forced) I had agreed to come to class and take notes for her.

Truthfully I hated leaving her alone when she got this way. The last time she was like this after an encounter with Steve, she had slit her wrists in her own bathroom. Had I not gotten there in time, I—I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

“Eddie, you alright man?” asked Gareth.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking about Roxxi.” I said picking out a pretzel from my bag and popping it into my mouth.

“You still wanna go through with Hellfire tonight?”

“Of course. You know the rules. Just didn’t feel right leaving her alone today, that’s all.”

“Still going off about you know who?” asked Jeff as he sat down with his lunch. I hummed with a soft nod. “Say isn’t yall’s anniversary coming up or something?” I perked up.

“Already? Jesus Christ last year it felt like a fucking eternity for it to come.”

“Maybe you can cheer her up on your anniversary. You always seem to make her day brighter every September the 21st.” Gareth said.

“What’s September 21st?” Dustin’s voice soon spoke up as he and Mike finally joined out table.

“Eddie and Roxxi’s anniversary.” Gareth told them.

“Wait so you guys—are you guys really married or is it like—” Mike started off but I flicked a pretzel at his head.

“No you little shithead.” Not yet anyways. “Today marks the first time Roxxi and I met back in the sixth grade. She wore a Queen t-shirt, which I’ll praise her for. Her hair was done in a tight-knit ponytail and she had in her hands her journal which had various band and solo artist names written all over it. All ranging from Queen to REM, to Elton John and Bowie. Even Fleetwood Mac made the cut. She sat down at a table far in the corner, looking like a lost little fox kit. But that’s to be expected when someone goes from the 4th to 6th grade.”

“Wait she what?” asked Dustin incredulously.

“Oh yeah. Back in the day she was like a female Einstein or some shit. So much so the school board thought she could skip the 5th grade entirely and go straight into sixth. Which made her a target to some of the sixth grade bullies.”

“And one day I saw her being tossed around by said jerk wads. They were literally tossing her around in the alleyway between there and the high school.” Gareth first started out the tale I’ve always told of my meeting with my One.

“So gathering my courage, I preformed my best Gollum impression and made the boys piss themselves and run like cowardly dogs.” Jeff said. “But then, just as I was about to ask if she was alright, she looked up at me with those hypnotic, piercing (e/c) eyes of hers.”

“And it was then I knew,” both he and Jeff struck themselves in the heart finishing my tale.

“I was hooked.” They both finished together, to which the whole table began to laugh. I smirked snidely before standing up and chuckling alongside them as I sat myself between both Jeff and Gareth. Placing my hand on their shoulders, I looked between the two of them before quickly pulling them both up. I wrapped my arms over their necks bringing them close as I told them.

“And without the two of us, there wouldn’t be a Hellfire for you guys. And without her, you guys wouldn’t have become my lead bass and drummer for Corroded Coffin. So be thankful that I met her that day, for without her, there’d be no us. So show some respect to your DM’s first meeting, okay?”

“Yes Eddie.” They both shuddered nervously. I smirked and gave them a playful slap in the face as I gathered my shit up.

“Now if you all will excuse me, I have some planning to do before Monday. Hellfire’s still happening, 3pm sharp. Don’t be late.” I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to the library for some quiet time planning on how to make this anniversary more special than all the others in the past.

After school I went over to the payphone to give my Queen a call and to check up on her. The phone rang a couple of times, my heart racing hoping she’d answer until I heard the click and her voice came on the other end.

‘Hello?’

“There’s my gorgeous girl.” I said leaning up against the payphone.

‘I take it that school went okay?’

“Babe, it’s school. It never goes okay with me. Boring lectures and even boring-er teachers.”

‘And this is why you’re failing English. Boring-er is not a word.’

“All words are made up Mama, isn’t that why we have our own English language while the British supposedly have theirs?”

‘Touché I’ll give you that.’ I grinned victoriously.

“But I’m sure you had a more fun day than me. At least you didn’t have to deal with O’Donnell’s nagging voice for a day.”

‘Just sat around, cleaned up a bit, watched some TV.’

“See you got to have all the fun.” I teased and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me statement.

‘I also finished that last bit of leftover pizza from last weekend. So if you were looking forward to that, sorry.’

“No worries. I’m already planning on having something else for dinner.” I lowly sung out seductively twirling the cord around my finger.

‘Eddie Munson! You eating me out does not equal a meal!’ I couldn’t help but smirk. Oh man she was so easy to fluster sometimes.

“Actually sweetheart what I was going to suggest was some Benny’s but maybe I should go with your idea. After all you are better than any burger or milkshake they could ever make.”

‘I walked right into that one didn’t I?’

“Yes you did.” I heard her groan as I let out a chuckle. “In all seriousness, you’re okay right?”

‘Yes love. I am. You were right, I just—needed to take a day for myself. But that doesn’t mean this should happen more than three times. Remember we’re graduating together.’

“I know, I know. This will count as day 1. After Hellfire, I’ll pick up some Benny’s and then I’ll be home okay?”

‘Sounds good. Kick some ass and wow the guys tonight.’

“As always. But you know it’s not the same without my Dungeon Mistress.”

‘Get home sooner and maybe we can make up our own campaign. One on one.’

“Oh babe don’t tempt me.” I heard her chuckle.

‘Okay tough guy, I’ll see you whenever you’re done. Better get going it’s almost three.’ I looked down at my watch and saw that she was right.

“Shit! Okay babe sweet you love you so much buh-bye!” I hung up the phone and quickly raced towards the theatre to start the campaign for the day.

As promised, after the campaign was over I drove to Benny’s, picked up our order and then drove back to the trailer. I parked the van and right there on the porch I saw my beloved feeding one of the local stray cats that come by our trailer.

Ozzy, a skinny black cat with orange eyes was a favorite of ours. He came around just shortly after Roxxi had moved in with Wayne and I, abandoned by his own mother so Roxxi took it upon herself to feed him and take care of him.

“Honey, I’m home.” I sung out as I held up the food. She and Ozzy turned to me and Ozzy let out a loud meow in hello. “Hey to you too Ozzy, hadn’t seen you in a while. Hope you’ve been making good choices.” He let out another meow as he raised a paw in the air to the bag of food.

“Ozzy, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times.” Roxxi started off as she picked him up. “You do not eat people food, it’s not good for you.” He let out another low meow as he squirmed in her arms wanting to be put down. “Now go eat your wet food like a good kitty.” She reprimanded as Ozzy went back to the can of wet food and ate from it. “What are we gonna do with him?”

“No idea. I swear in another life he must’ve been human.” I said shrugging as the two of us went inside.

“I wish we could take him in as our own cat.”

“Me too babe but you know Wayne’s allergic to cats.”

“I know. And I don’t want the old man to be held up because of something he can’t control. It’s just with Halloween around the corner, I worry for his safety.” I set the food down and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her neck.

“He’s resourceful, and cunning. Just like his mama.” She smiled softly as I pecked her cheek. “Now c’mon, let’s eat.” We headed to the kitchen and gathered our food before heading to the couch and turned on the tv.

“So how was the campaign tonight?” she asked.

“The boys didn’t expect that twist you suggested to me. Totally threw them off and fucked their entire gameplan they had going.” She smirked softly. “And speaking of campaigns, your upcoming Halloween one, you still gonna do it?”

“Uhh duh!” she said as if she were answering a dumb question.

“I just wanted to be sure you weren’t pulling my leg when I saw your holiday campaign folder. You got it all done and checked out? Sure you don’t need me to have a quick peak?”

“I already told you Eddie, no peeping toms at my Halloween campaign. Now did you managed to find your Beren character sheet?”

“Yeah. Finally after digging through my locker I managed to find it. Still haven’t found his figurine though. Jesus I wish I knew where that went.”

“Maybe I’ll talk to Sinclair about it. I’m told his sister’s been getting into the game and made the guys current figurines. Maybe she can make you a new one.”

“Ahh yes, Sinclair’s infamous sister. Wonder if we’ll stick around to see her enter High school?”

“Don’t go talking like that Eds. We’re gonna get out of here, and then every summer we might just visit and reunite with the Hellfire gang. And who knows, maybe Henderson could take over as DM when we go.”

“He does show much potential. Though the kid needs to get his ego in check, I swear that tone of his is gonna get him into trouble one of these days.” I pulled her close so her back was against my chest before laying a kiss to the top of her head and looked down at her wolf tattoo.

I took her tattooed arm and raised it up before lifting my other arm which had the fox tattoo and had our forearms placed together.

“It really was a great idea meleth nin. Especially when we have the other’s animal spirit tattooed on us.”

“If you ask me, you’re more of the fox than I.”

“What?!”

“Oh c’mon Eddie you’ve seen the foxes that come out every now and then. They’re full of energy, hyperactive and above all extremely dorky but they do it so adorably. If anything maybe I should just call you Papa fox instead.”

“Excuse me? Who are you calling a dork?” I asked offensively but in a playful manner.

“I said adorably dorky.” Well I wasn’t gonna take that lying down. Without a word, I stood up and walked briefly away from her, my back facing her as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Eddie? Eddie come on. I didn’t mean anything by it!” oh she was too cute whenever she pleaded like that. “Eddie please don’t be mad, I’m sorry okay? I just—” that’s when I made my attack.

With a cry I quickly gathered her up in my arms and carried her towards the bedroom and dropped her on my bed.

“You big, sneaky, son of a—” I then pounced on top of her, my body hovering over hers as I pinned her arms above her head. I noticed how her breathing hitched and I knew her heart was racing. I gave her a devious smirk before lowering my face down to her neck and kissed her pulse point, the one spot I knew got her every time.

I softly growled as I kissed and nipped at her neck while I felt her squirm underneath me and she let out her sweet little mewls that always got me.

“I am the only wolf in this pair,” I whispered huskily into her neck. “Ever question that again,” I kissed down the right side of her neck. “And the Big, Bad Wolf will come for you. And he’s not so merciful, especially towards beautiful girls.” After a few more kisses on her neck to fully drop her guard, I made my real attack.

I blew a raspberry right into the right side of her neck that she had now fully exposed to me. She let out a screeched laughter as I felt her legs kick under me but I placed my hips down to hers to pin her fully as I continued to deliver my raspberry attack to her soft, sensitive neck.

“Eddie! EDDIE NOHAHAHA! STOHAHAP!” she spoke through her laughter. God I swear no drug on earth could compare to her laughter, I could get hooked on it forever. “NO NOT THAT! NOT THE WOLFIE NIBBLES AHEHEHE!!” oh yes the wolf nibbles my darling. Along with raspberries she loved hated whenever I could give her some ticklish nibbles.

All across her neck and shoulders and even her collarbone I gave her nibbles, raspberries and ticklish kisses (with kissing sounds included). Finally I decided to take pity on her and cease my attack leaving her a panting mess.

“What….was that….for?” she whined softly as she tried to catch her breath.

“What? Can’t I show my best girl how much I love her?” I asked nonchalantly.

“That was mean Eddie!” she whined sadly. “You tricked me and then tortured me.” Aww my poor sweet girl.

“Okay maybe I did go a bit too far, forgive me?” I asked with a head tilt and cutely nudged my nose against hers as I stared deeply into her eyes.

“Will you give me snuggles and no tickles?”

“I swear.” I said crossing my heart.

“Then I forgive you.” I smiled and gave her a sweet kiss to her lips before rolling on my back and brought her close to my chest, her face burying just above my heart. I kissed her forehead as I wrapped my arms around her, my thumb stroking her bicep softly while my other hand stroked through her hair.

Jesus Christ how did I ever get so lucky to get a girl like this to fall for me? She truly was an ethereal Elven princess who fell for the lowly Bard Ranger. And come Monday, I’m gonna make this the best anniversary she’s ever known.

Monday soon came. The one thing that sucks about today is that we’ll have to spend most of our anniversary at school, but on a brighter side at least I don’t have to worry about not having one class without her today.

I got up as early as I could and started to prepare us breakfast. Now I’m no gourmet chef or anything like that, but I do know how to make a mean Munson Supreme (eggs sunny side up, bacon, and orange juice). After setting up the table with some wild flowers I had picked up outside in a cup as the center piece, I heard my girl’s footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Good morning my Queen.” She looked at the table then up at me before asking me.

“Is it today?” I nodded as I took one of the flowers from the center piece and held it out to her.

“Happy anniversary Roxxi.” She took the flower and sniffed it softly. She came up to me and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Who would’ve thought on a Monday you’d get up this early and do all this?”

“Ye have little faith in me my beloved. I’m wounded.” She giggled as she shook her head.

“But I love it Teddy-bear. And I see you’ve made your Munson Supreme.”

“Only the best for my girl.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close and nuzzled our noses together. I forced myself away from her and pulled out her chair for her to sit down. She thanked me and I pulled her chair in as I gathered up and prepared her breakfast on a tray. “If you had stayed in bed a bit longer, I could’ve served you breakfast in bed.”

“Woke up to feel that my teddy bear wasn’t beside me anymore. You know I sleep better with you by my side.”

“Same goes for me Foxy Roxxi.” I winked at her.

“Your animal nickname is much cuter.”

“Yours is adorable. And sexy if I might also add.” She rolled her eyes as she began to eat her eggs.

“Agree to disagree.” Even though I didn’t want to, I nodded to her. “So, besides school, any plans you’ve got for us tonight?”

“And that’s where we divert from the previous years. This is a special anniversary for you my darling, you won’t know what I’ve got planned for us.”

“Okay I see you. Very well, I’ll trust you on this Eddie. But if you take me somewhere just to murder me, I’ll come back and haunt your ass.”

“Damn you caught me. My ultimate plan was to kill you by cuddles and tickles.” She playfully glared at me. I cheekily grinned at her before blowing her a kiss as we continued our breakfast.

We did our morning ritual as always and once we were backed up ready for school, I quickly raced out and opened the door for her as I extended my hand for her to take. She thanked me again as she got into the van and I shut the door behind her. I went back around to the driver’s side and told her as I started the engine.

“Okay sweetheart, pick our tunes for the week.”

“Sorry did you say week?”

“Yeah.”

“You usually never let me take control of the radio for more than 2 days.”

“Like I said, we’re doing things differently this year. Now pick which mixtape shall be ours today.” I watched as she took out her mixtape box from under the seat and dug through it until she found the first ever mixtape I ever made for her when we first began dating.

She placed it in and soon ‘Stand by me’ by Ben E. King started playing. I saw her tap her tall and index fingers along the side of the door to the beat of the cello blaring from the radio.

“There’s no one on earth I would ever have done this for. Not a single metal band song at the time.” I told her.

“It’s still so sweet that you did that. Thankfully by the next one you gave me, you had included some stuff from your bands.” She said taking my hand in hers.

“All cause you said you’d be open to hear some of their love songs. Sure some of them aren’t the normal slow, love ballad but the lyrics ring true.”

“Follow me now and you will not regret. Leaving the life you led before we met. You are the first to have this love of mine. Forever with me till the end of time.” she said quoting Black Sabbath’s love song N.I.B.

“Jesus is there anything more sexier than you quoting Sabbath to me?” I reversed the van at a normal speed before putting it in drive and drove at a normal speed.

“Is the Eddie ‘the Speed’ Munson actually obeying traffic laws?”

“I could easily put this van in park and follow through with my fake murder plot against you.” I playfully threatened her as I gave her the look. She stuck her tongue at me and gave me a cheeky wink as I drove us towards the school, all the while our hands reconnected and I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb.

As usual school went on the long, boring path it always did every Monday. However this time during lectures in secret, I secretly passed notes to Roxxi telling her how beautiful she looked, how smart she was, all the basics and plus a little bit more.

Along with the secret note delivery service I provided for each class, I also did my best to take as many notes as possible as well as praying to whomever above that they wouldn’t give us too much homework tonight, I got places to take my lady tonight.

When school was finally over, I guided Roxxi towards the theatre and right as we came to the doors she asked me.

“What are we doing here Eddie? We don’t usually come to the theatre until weds. to compare notes for the next campaign.”

“I told you my love, for our anniversary, things are different.” I snapped my fingers before the doors opened on their own (thanks tech geeks for staying afterward to help with this). Her eyes widened at the doors magically opening on their own. I held my hand to her and we walked in together.

Inside our D&D table was halfway set up with both our figurines of Beren and Lúthien standing side by side along with the D20 dice and a candelabra all lit up. I stopped her just short of the table while I came around to my throne, my hands leaning against the table.

“Lúthien the ethereal, Elven white witch, Princess of the Border Forest, you have braved through many hardships, battled demons the like of which no one in our company could ever imagine. And now, now you must face another quest. The quest of Two Lovers, and you will be the deciding factor in which path both Beren and yourself will travel. What say you my fair lady?” I spoke in my DM voice. She pondered as she looked between me and our figurines.

“What are the stakes?” she asked.

“A voyage of passion, bliss and a union of a bond the like of which had never been seen before. Or you end up taking them down a road of darkness, suffering and agony so horrifying and so unbearable that not even being trapped in a troll-hoard could compare to what could happen to our two lovers.”

As always when she was in deep thought, she took the ends of the right side of her hair and twirled it in her fingers. Even with the short curl, she still managed to twirl the multi-layered strand of hair around her finger. She then looked up at me and said in a firm, determined voice.

“Give me the D20.” I smirked and grabbed it before tossing it at her. She caught it straight into her palm and observed it.

“You get three shots. Don’t waste them.”

“Three shots? Pretty humble of you Dungeon Master, either that or very reckless of you for allowing me some additional help.”

“Let’s just say the three rolls you make will decide the whole quest itself for our Lovers. Now milady, take your first shot.” I sat down upon my throne with my arms cross over my chest as she held the dice between her hands. She first had it roll between her palms before I saw her shake it up and then tossed it across the table.

The dice bounced and skipped across the table board until landing on 13. Not bad for a first roll.

“Lucky 13, not bad for the first roll. The start will be fairly easy for our lovers to come across.” I took the dice and threw it back at her.

“You sure you’re not going easy on me today?”

“When it comes to D&D, I never kid around my fair lady. Let’s see what your next roll shall be?” she did the same thing again but this time she shook the dice up a little bit longer than her first roll before letting it go. With a skip and a leap, the dice rolled until it began to spin around and landed on 8. I hissed softly as I gave her a pained expression.

“Guess I went down the wrong path?” she asked.

“Not the best but I won’t say it’s the worst. Your last chance, and who knows maybe you’ll get lucky. I’ve seen it happen before when it comes to the wire.” I rolled the die between my fingers before tossing it back at her. She and I looked at each other and I gave her a slow nod.

She took a deep breath in before holding my d20 to her lips and began to shake it up. She had that die in her hand for a full straight minute before finally letting it go. It flew across the table as I slowly rose from my throne to see where this would all end.

The d20 soon began to slow down and start to pick where it wanted to go. I was at first seeing low numbers which made my heart race but then by a miracle, it landed on crit-hit 20!

“CRIT HIT!!!” She exclaimed. I threw my head back laughing as I threw my arms up in the air rejoicing. At least by sunset we’d get to the best spot in town and then end it all with a bang. I came around towards her and narrated.

“It all began where it left off;” I took Roxxi into my arms as hers wrapped around my neck. “Beren and Lúthien after leaving their company to set off on their own adventure together, they were settled in their cabin, Lúthien by the fire in her grand chair built by her husband. Beren had been noticing how his wife hadn’t been acting like herself. So he proposes; ‘My beloved, set your needlework aside. We’re going on an adventure today.’”

“‘Meleth nin,’ Lúthien says.” Roxxi soon joined my narrating. “‘We have seen many of the world already, what more is there to see?’”

“‘Unlike previous adventures we are not seeking the glory of treasure or seeking out new lands. But the pleasure of viewing the world with my wife. Will you not give me that?’ Beren asks his beloved Elven Queen.” I said as I stroked Roxxi’s cheek, gently brushing aside some of her tri-colored strands out of her face as I stared into her eyes.

“‘It does sound tempting.’ Lúthien begins to ponder. She looks at her husband and begins to understand why he is doing this for her.” She placed her hand against my cheek. I turned towards her palm and softly kissed it. “‘Yes. Yes we deserve an adventure. Not for value or glory, but for love. For our love.’” I smiled and I leaned forward and kissed my Lúthien.

“‘Then let us saddle the horse and be on our way.’” I said as I gathered up my D&D stuff and blew out the candelabra before taking Roxxi by the arm and the two of us raced towards the van.

We quickly got in and I started the engine as her mixtape resumed playing. But she quickly ejected it out and began to find a new one to listen to. She popped it in and soon Foreigners “I wanna know what love is” soon came on the speakers. This was the 2nd mixtape I made her, that I had added some metal love songs to from not only mine but the bands she was starting to love at the time.

“So where did you find Beren’s figurine at? And how did you get my Lúthien figurine as well?” she asked me.

“Turns out I left Beren at the last summer session we ever had at Gareth’s place. He told me last week how he had found it when he and his mom were doing some fall cleaning. As for Lady Lúthien, I have my ways.” I gave her a cheeky wink as I drove us to our first destination.

We first started off with dinner at the old 1950’s diner that I took Roxxi on our very first date. I still remember how she wore that cute black skirt with rose petals stitched across it, and a gorgeous blouse to match. Boy did I look underdressed but bless her heart she thought she overdressed.

Nonetheless she was a vision, and I knew right then and there I had to hold onto her and not fuck this relationship up. Fast forward to seven years later (three of them being just when we finally started dating) and we’re still together. Sure we’ve had our ups and downs especially this past year but we’re taking it one day at a time.

“Shall we get the usual?” I asked her.

“Whatever you want babe. I’m game for anything.” She replied.

“But this is for you Roxxi, now if you want something different I will give it to you.”

“You know you don’t have to go out of your way for me sweetie.”

“Spoiling my girlfriend on our anniversary is not going out of my way.” I reached out and took her hand. “I want to do this.” She softly smiled at me as coming up to our table was the same waitress who served us on our first date, an old lady named Rose.

She was like your average 70 something year old woman, however unlike every old lady who cowers everytime I make a public appearance, she saw me like her own grandson (whose supposedly a metalhead like me who lives out in San Francisco). She always told me to get my hair out of my face so Roxxi could see my eyes better and to always pay for the date.

“That time of the year again kids?” she asked us.

“Don’t you know it. Sorry we couldn’t do it last year Rose.”

“No worries dearies, shall it be the usual?”

“Yes. But instead of the chocolate milkshake can we get the oreo mix?” Roxxi answered.

“Absolutely sweetie, two chicken sandwiches and fries and one oreo milkshake coming up.” she took the menus from us and went over to the kitchen.

“An oreo milkshake?” I asked.

“The Dairy Queen up in Indianapolis had something called an oreo blizzard and it changed my life forever. It’s basically a milkshake but has oreos in them. When I took notice that they had some new milkshakes and an oreo was one of them, I had to do it.”

“Hope it’s better than your oreo and peanut butter idea. I still can’t believe you talked me into trying that.” I shuddered remembering that god awful taste. Now I like oreos and peanut butter as much as the next guy but combining them together, gross!

“Oh that’s rich coming from the guy who still drinks pickle juice whenever he gets the chance.” She mocked. When there’s absolutely nothing left to drink and all you find is some leftover sliced pickles, a rotten tomato and expired celery, you tell me which would you choose. But truthfully it wasn’t half bad when I got past the third sip.

“Okay kids here we are, fresh and hot out of the oven.” Rose sat down our meal as well as the oreo milkshake which I’ll admit it did look pretty good. Two main oreo cookies stuck out above and were leaned up against the cup, and I could see both above and through the cup oreo crumbs mixed into the vanilla ice cream.

Roxxi took her spoon and dipped it first before holding it out to me. I leaned forward and took a bite of the ice cream mixed with oreo crumbs and my god was that something I never knew I needed.

“Well? Pretty good huh?”

“That is the second greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Second? What’s the first? No wait don’t answer that.” I snickered as I dipped my fries into the shake before popping it into my mouth and we continued our dinner date in peace.

After paying up front and heading back to the van, Roxxi said.

“Now you said that my second roll though it was low, it’s not as bad of a path.”

“Ahh yes. Hold on I need to make a quick phone call real quick. You go wait by the van, I’ll be right there in a moment.” I pecked her cheek before quickly racing back towards the payphone at was at the corner of the diner. I dug through my pockets for the change and put it into the payphone before dialing up the number. It rang a few times before he finally responded.

‘Hello?’

“Jeff, hey it’s me. Turns out Roxxi and I will be heading to your place after all.”

‘She rolled low didn’t she?’

“If she had rolled less than seven then we’d be at the library doing our homework. So can we come over?”

‘Yeah, you’re lucky my mom’s out of town and my dad’s visiting my sick grandmother.’

“See you then man.” I hung up the phone and walked back over to Roxxi.

“What was all that for?”

“Just to confirm where we’re heading off too next. Now like I said, unfortunately it’s not a fun or memorable activity but it must be done for the fun to continue. But due to your roll of 8, there is a catch to this.”

“Which is…..”

“We’ll need some assistance with that.” We got into the van and I turned on the engine before pulling out of the diner and drove us to Jeff’s place. I pulled into his driveway and she said.

“Jeff’s house? Why are we here Eddie?”

“Unfortunately due to the date of which our anniversary on, I was forced to acknowledge that it was a school day and that in order for us to graduate, we do need to get our—homework done.” I shuddered at the end of my statement. “Seriously, why couldn’t our special day always be on a weekend like Friday or Saturday. Hell I’d even take the holy day of Sunday, at least then the streets and shops wouldn’t be as crowded.” I felt her take my hand.

“Eddie Munson, have I ever told you how proud I am of your dedication these past few weeks?”

“You tell me every day. Besides I made a promise, and for our day I’m willing to really make this work. Which brings us here, study session with Jeff. But his house holds a special place too, remember?”

“Uhh—was it—no it…..no I don’t.” I smiled softly and ducked my head in before explaining.

“Middle school, talent show. You had done the cheer thing with Chrissy Cunningham, and the guys and I had our first live performance as Corroded Coffin. We came here after the show when you both won second place, which was bull! You should’ve won first!” She playfully rolled her eyes. “We were out by his pool, and I looked at you and that was the moment that my feelings for you had changed. I no longer wanted to just be your friend.”

I stroked her cheek softly before brushing my thumb over her soft lips. I felt her lips pucker up slightly as she kissed my thumb.

“You never told me that.”

“Was waiting for the right moment to confess that story.” She smiled softly at me before leaning in and softly kissed me. I cupped her jawline and softly deepened the kiss but I had to hold myself back. Just wait Eddie, you’ll get your chance tonight. “As much as I would love to continue this, I don’t think Jeff would appreciate us having car sex in his driveway.”

“Yeah, and neither would the neighbors. Don’t wish to scar any kids with the van rocking.” I pecked her lips before reaching behind and grabbing our backpacks and we exited the van and headed up Jeff’s porch and I rang the doorbell.

He opened it up and allowed us to come into the living room. Jeff was in both our English and History class so we all agreed we could get those assignments done first before Roxxi and I would move onto our next two classes.

Now truthfully nothing really fun happened throughout this time frame cause I made a promise that today there’d be no funny business. If I got confused with something, Roxxi was there to guide me through it or explain it better than what was described on the paper. At least until we started our math homework, that’s when Jeff came into play.

Being in AP Trig, he knew how to read numbers and formulas better than anyone. So he helped us with understanding our math assignment until we had every last bit of homework completed. And boy did my brain feel like it was put through the blender then spat out before being shoved down a toaster and be burnt into a crisp.

“So what’s next on you guy’s anniversary plan?” Jeff asked.

“None of your business, thanks for letting us crash here Jeff to do the boring stuff.” Roxxi playfully nudged against me before she said.

“We’ll see you tomorrow in English, Jeff.”

“See yah guys, and happy anniversary.” We both waved him off before loading the van back up.

“And finally comes my crit-hit reward right?”

“You are correct milady. And a good thing we got done when we did cause the sun’s just about to set and hopefully we’ll get there before it gets dark.” I turned on the van and backed out of Jeff’s driveway before punching the gas and sped off towards our final destination.

Pelennor fields.

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i guess that person just means that ya know people can donate to more than one thing just because someone gives 5$ to ao3 doesnt mean they havent donated to palestine or whatever. people can care about multiple things at once

Shut the fuck up you disgusting fucking coward. Why do you think I just simply don't understand their argument. Their argument is fucking racist shit and so are you for defending them.

If you have the choice between donating $5 to people who are literally being fucking genocided and donating another $5 to a fucking fanfiction website that has made millions of dollars over its fucking goals for years, the answer is not donate $5 to both, it's donate $10 to fucking stop genocide you racist fucking coward.

Get off my blog and do not fucking send me anonymous asks if you're going to defend donating to fucking Archive of Our Own right now when Palestinians are begging the fucking world for help.

If you literally choose to donate money to a fanfiction website instead of helping the victims of a fucking genocide you are a horrible racist fucking person. Especially if you are coming into my inbox on anon like a fucking coward to defend it. And I don't care if you personally haven't donated any money because you are still coming to my inbox to defend this shit!

You can donate to the stupid scam of a fucking fanfiction website which literally goes over its goal by hundreds of thousands of fucking dollars every single time anytime you fucking want. Palestinians are begging for help NOW. If you choose to give your money to the fucking scamming website for shitty fucking racist fanfiction instead of to Palestinians you can go fuck yourself.

And yes, if you fucking choose to donate to Palestinians AND fucking Archive of Our Own you are literally choosing to take away money from Palestinians to give to the fucking scamming website that literally has taken fucking millions of fucking dollars that they never fucking use to improve the fucking site, and that makes you a racist fucking sack of shit.

Fuck you.

Anyone who has $10 they could be sending to victims of genocide and decides that, actually, $5 should go to the scam of a fanfiction website, is a fucking racist.

Another update. The racist fucker has now been blocked and reported.

Anonymous racist shithead said, 12:30PM:

i mean given that this has been happening for 70 years now there really has never been a right time to donate to non-vital causes such as ao3.

#Free Palestine #free gaza #racism #anti ao3 #i fucking hate you people #fandom racism #fandom racism runs so deep people will defend taking money away from victim #s to give to the scam of a fucking shit site AO3

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play.

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here”

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means”

3. “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going”

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!”

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?”

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??”

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!”

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea”

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place”

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis”

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me”

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor”

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??”

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all”

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!”

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach”

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!”

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??”

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee”

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need”

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling”

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??”

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn”

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me”

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?”

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you”

31. “I think I’m getting sick again”

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too”

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you”

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest”

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control”

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!”

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!”

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year”

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink”

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower”

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence”

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner”

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant”

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get”

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over”

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you”

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to”

#top gun maverick #Outer range #bad times at the el royale #catch 22 hulu #salem's lot #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #rhett abbott #miles miller #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

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kedreeva · 2 years

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hi, me again. thank you so much for your reply and taking the time to explain☺️ I've seen some discourse about Eddie being a bad influence on Chrissie for selling her Special K and that he would get her off the straight and narrow or in general for selling drugs and I wanted to hear your take on it since I feel you have such deep understanding of his character. I don't consider him "problematic" or the likes, and I feel it doesn't take away from his character being the protector of the group. Most blogs talking about the two scenes with him and Chrissie are Edissie or anti Edissie and it's difficult to find blogs who would look at it in a realistic way that focuses on the characters with their complexities and not on their dynamic as romantic or not romantic☺️

Not my typical fare but okay!

The first thing I have to say up front is that I'm p o s i t i v e that both sides of this are discussing the issue as if the characters are real people who have real agency and could have done anything differently. They can't. They never could have, because they aren't real people and they have no agency. Regardless of ANYthing else, Chrissy went to Eddie because the plot needed Eddie to witness Chrissy die in order to drag him into the shenanigans, and she went home with him because the plot needed Eddie to be on the run because he's suspected of Chrissy's murder. That's it. EVERYTHING else is flavor text. There's no "he could make her worse" or "she could make him better" because they're both dead tools of a bad plot.

The second thing I want to make clear is that SALS is a backbone of fandom and should remain so. I don't care who ships what. I don't care. Also I don't care if someone considers a character "problematic." If you see shitheads calling characters problematic, just block them! It's very easy. One button click will VASTLY improve your experience of fandom. The people who call characters problematic are people I don't want to interact with like.... ever. Because they haven't learned critical thinking skills and we will not get along. "Problematic" is a purity wank word used by people who haven't figured out that things are not black and white and that media doesn't need to be morally pure to be good or to be liked. "Problematic" is a fucking meaningless word used by people who haven't grown up enough to just say "I don't like this character and that's a me problem."

BUT. If we want to talk about the flavor of the text, we shall do so on the condition that we all agree you can't argue taste. In this context, I use this to mean that I'm not going to argue anyone's headcanons, because that's literally all the above arguments you've listed are. He cannot lead her down any paths- they are both dead. We can extrapolate where things might have gone, we can have favored headcanons for how they might have interacted later on, we can have reasonable ideas of canon-divergence paths. But it's all headcanon. It's all supposition. It's taste, and I won't argue it, I'll just tell you what flavors I taste.

To answer your question(s) (finally), we have to look at what we know about Chrissy. Which is.... not a lot. She's a cheerleader with insecurities, particularly about her body (given the hallucinations of her mother's nagging her about her size). She is dating Jason (poor life choices imo, but also the choice that makes the most sense for her social status and societal pressures of the times). She's seeing a counselor who isn't able to help her (through no fault of the counselor's or Chrissy's). She's suffering physical and mental pains due to being hunted by Vecna, because Vecna is going after her for the same reasons he'll go after the others- socially/emotionally/communally, she's somehow isolated herself from other human connection that should have been able to support her and help her (the same way we see Max cutting herself off from her friends and family over her issues).

None of that has anything to do with Eddie. At all.

Eddie comes into the picture because Chrissy chooses ("chooses" but remember as a character she has no agency and cannot choose this, the writers chose this for her because they needed things to happen for the plot) to handle her problems not by talking to her friends or trying to connect with human beings, but by seeking drugs to escape. Where and how she acquires them actually has no bearing on Eddie's character. If Eddie hadn't been selling drugs, Chrissy still would have sought someone to buy them from. That's NOT Eddie's choice, that's Chrissy's choice. It is ALSO Chrissy's choice to ask him if he has anything stronger than what he initially offers.

This is not Eddie "leading" her anywhere. He seems genuinely surprised, a little suspicious, and kind of annoyed about doing the deal at all until he sees that she's clearly having some problems, at which point he switches to concerned. Before that, he offers her an out with "We don't have to do this" and saying all she has to do is say the word and he'll walk away. At this point, it's not his business why she wants the drugs or why she'd back out of the deal. To be clear, I've never sold drugs in my life, but I feel like it's the sort of business where you just don't ask questions about why someone wants them or what they're gonna do with them or anything. It's not your concern, and frankly I feel like the less you know probably the better.

And... well, to be perfectly honest? Outside of shipping goggles (which I will don at will), the two don't seem to really know each other at all. The last common ground they are cited to have was a middle school talent show, which was, what, like 6 years prior? 6 years when you're 18-20ish is like. a third of your life ago. They've been going to the same small high school where people clearly, like, Know Everyone, and the last instance either of them can recall an interaction was when Eddie was in middle school? I'm sorry but to me, that just doesn't speak to him having a lot of influential power over her. EVEN in a vulnerable state.

She's there because she asked to be there, she follows him home because she asked for more. She went to him, not the other way around.

And we absolutely CANNOT forget the extra factor that she was literally being hunted by a supernatural monster capable of warping her thoughts and feelings, who was using her shame and guilt against her to an extreme degree, causing her to hallucinate, giving her headaches and nightmares- the whole shebang. She's NOT in her right state of mind AND Eddie has NO WAY to know that. imo, neither one of them is at fault here, they are both victims of their own and each others' circumstances. It's unfortunate for them both, but it is what it is.

But it DOES leave a few questions that you may find relevant.

First: If she HAD been in her right state of mind (ie, no vecna), would she have gone to Eddie for drugs in the first place? No, probably not; according to Jason, who arguably does know her best USUALLY in TYPICAL times, she would not have touched the stuff. As much as I think Jason is a total douche, given the surprise from Eddie that Chrissy came to him in the first place, I actually believe Jason's belief that Chrissy wouldn't do that.

Second: If she HAD NOT come to Eddie first, would he have gone to her? Given that they have not interacted in the 6 years he'd been in HS, with several of them being the same years as her, and not interacted since he was in middle school... I'm gonna have to go with no, he wouldn't have. Why would he? They obviously run in completely separate social circles and he's left her alone the entire rest of the time.

Third: If Eddie had KNOWN about the reasons she was not in her right mind (ie, vecna), would he have tried to sell her drugs still? It's hard to say for sure, but given that he doesn't try to sell or give Max any drugs, or suggest that as a solution to anyone else in the group, I'm gonna go with No, he wouldn't have. Why would he? That's not gonna solve the problem and may, in fact, make the problems much worse. In normal times it wouldn't have solved the problems either but I feel like he probably has some sympathy for wanting to escape real life for a little while- considering he also plays DND, he seems familiar with the desire to escape real life for a little bit, any way he can.

And in fact, the most we see him interact with any substances outside of his stuff with Chrissy is a) to request beer from Nancy and b) to have his cigarette swatted away by Robin (which he reacts to with mild disbelief/annoyance and nothing else). He doesn't push anything on anyone else, he doesn't talk about it to anyone else. The drug dealing seems to be, at best, a side hustle for some cash under normal circumstances. Which, given his life circumstances, and the way he talks about his dad, it's probably not even something he is terribly invested in doing a lot of, but also may not see much of a choice if it's something easy that he's good at that helps him and his uncle get by. And, at least in my own mind, may be something he does to be less of a burden on Wayne (not that I think Wayne would ever think that, not that I think children are a burden on their caretakers, just that I can see where Eddie might see that for himself, or even that he just has things he wants, like his guitar or his DND supplies etc, that he may not want to ask Wayne for the money to buy).

In conclusion, I don't remember the question, but I hope this answers it.

#asks #anon asks #dash stretcher #stranger things #stranger things meta #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #also nonny the start sounds aggressive but i promise it's not #and it's not directed at you specifically #i just didn't want anyone misunderstanding where i was coming from

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