#obviously everyone is allowed to express their opinions

[dmbakura]

OK so I want to stress that this is NOT a slight against OP of this post or how they feel about the way the game presents certain options, but I've seen sentiments like this before and I feel like people still aren't quite grasping WHY the game doesn't allow the option to do a "slow burn romance where you can show him you truly care about him beyond sex" if you ascend him. So I wanted to take the opportunity to talk about Astarion's route and objectification, and the very intentional limitations of player choice regarding the ascension path.

Objectification is the act of degrading someone to the status of a mere object. It often involves a sexual component, but not necessarily. It's reducing someone to being a tool or toy, as if they have no feelings/opinions/autonomy of their own. In Astarion's case, his objectification is very much tied to his sexuality, but also his own views on power and control, and how that reflects on both him and his romantic partner.

I think people get too fixated on Welch's quote "it's reducing your relationship with him back to being a kink/form of gratification... it's very much admitting you failed to think of him beyond a sex object" and take this as commentary or judgment on the players choices, when it isn't actually that. It's quite literally the story that is baked into the route and Astarion's character as a whole. There are obviously reasons to ascend him that have nothing to do with how you personally feel about him as a character, ie you want stats, you think it's just more fun, or interesting, or you like the tragedy, etc but in regards to the story itself? It's actually more commentary on how Astarion views himself more than anything else. He is an intentional subversion of the seductive vampire trope. You cannot engage with his story without interacting with this aspect of his character.

Even if you had a dialogue option to try and initiate a romance with him without that first night of sex, Astarion wouldn't take it. If you had a dialogue option to "show him you cared and want to protect him" he would either scoff at it or get angry, as he does if you try and express similar sentiments about protecting him from Cazador. He doesn't want to be coddled. He doesn't trust mindless heroism or altruism. He initiates sex because he uses it as a tool for manipulation and insurance of his own safety. You can either play into that manipulation or don't (and he seems to respect you more if you don't, which says a lot about his self worth). You can't initiate a slow burn romance because Astarion is so distrustful of EVERYONE and has no ability to conceptualize genuine care at this point in the game due to his mistreatment as a vampire spawn. This is an incredibly important aspect to his character and to change the foundation of this is to rewrite his character entirely.

(There is ONE exception to this: Karlach. Karlach is the only character that can initiate more of a slowburn with Astarion and won't sleep with him the first night because she quite literally, physically can't. And Astarion doesn't immediately accept this either. He belittles Karlach, to the point of calling her frigid and basically defective, wondering if he's wasting his time, before she chews him out for being an asshole. Again, he has no idea how to approach a relationship without using sex as a transaction and it shows. He only goes along with it because he quite literally cannot do his normal routine. This is the only reason he won't start a relationship with Karlach using sex.)

So anyways, that choice at the start? The way Astarion's romance initiates on the first night? It intentionally parallels the way ascended!Astarion will offer you an ultimatum: become his spawn or leave him. At the start of the game, Astarion intentionally plays into the sexy vampire trope to get what he wants, is highly paranoid, afraid and distrustful of everyone. At the end of the game in the ascended route... he's intentionally playing into the sexy vampire trope, is highly paranoid, afraid and distrustful of everyone, only this time he has power to back him up. Nothing about his views has been fundamentally challenged if you ascend him; he's completely validated in his beliefs about power and control and entirely in the mindset that he has no value without becoming the ascendant.

It's not about whether you personally find him sexy or not. It's not about having sex at this point. It's not about you or your character. Astarion objectifies himself, fully playing the only hand he knows (as he himself puts it) because that is all he knows how to do. In the ascended path, he has been shown no other option. Your character, good intentions or not, has not given him the tools to see himself as anything else. There is no way too make himself see himself as anything else, except by not ascending him! Either you let this man degrade you as he degrades himself, or don't. That is the option provided, and anything otherwise wouldn't make sense without rewriting his character completely.

Do you value what he actually wants (freedom) or do you value what he says he wants (power, because he views it as the only way to get that freedom)? To me the game makes it obvious (ESPECIALLY with the newly added epilogue) that walking in the sun again or gaining the power of the vampire ascendant aren't the keys to Astarion's happiness. Stuff like that, while nice, doesn't magically grant him peace and it's not a substitute for character growth and self reflection. It honestly just feels like people want the personality and development of spawn Astarion but in the ascended Astarion path, which doesn't make any sense with the way the story unfolds.

Anyways, I just wanted to say that objectification can be more than just seeing someone as a sex object, and doesn't necessarily have to do with sex itself. It can tie into views about power and degradation and a lack of self respect. Furthermore, it's not the game telling you you're a bad person or some sex addled freak if you ascend him, it's asking you to engage with what Astarion's personal story can say about sexuality, cycles of abuse, trauma and recovery - for better or worse.

#astarion #ascended astarion #again i feel like people are less interested about what it can say as a story #and more interested in projecting whatever their personal RP is onto the game #which i should clarify i think is fine in transformative work #but if it's to the point where you feel the game is calling you out specifically maybe interrogate why you feel that way?

[milksuu]

❀. │GIRL DINNER (O1)│. ❀

❥ prompt: You're hungry. You want food. You want a snack. You just want SOMETHING. You send your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend(s) on a food-run adventure. Let's see what each boy brings back. ❥ content/warnings: sexually suggestive themes, profanity, fluff ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (aphelios,kayn,ezreal) / f!reader

APHELIOS

sour patch kids and ariZona tea

Aphelios sneaks behind you, and presses the cold can against your neck. He can't help but enjoy how much you pout and whine about it.

He also can't help enjoying every expression you make: the first satisfied sip of your tea, the excitement of opening up the candy bag, and your mouth pursing from the sour taste. Then smiling once the sweetness settles.

But what Aphelios can't help most, is pulling down his mask, and tasting the sugar sparkling your lips. Smiling to himself when you're lost for words, cheeks stained pink, and nervously drawing cute circles against his chest.

It's enough to make him come back for seconds. And when he does, you taste even sweeter than the first. He was planning for a third but...he can wait till later.

Most likely past midnight underneath his sheets. When everyone's asleep but you two. And only he can hear the even sweeter noises you make—just for him. Only for him. Like an exclusive confectionary shop, and he's the only one allowed inside.

Until then, he’ll just savor the moment of watching you enjoy your snacks.

Aphelios likes his sweets. Even though he'll never admit it to anyone. But you're the only exception.

KAYN

flamin' hot fries and cherry coke

Kayn devoted his precocious time to get you something you could obviously get yourself, because he tolerates 'likes' you. (Whatever that means.)

He tosses the chip bag and drink in your lap, and plops down next to you. Pretending not to care whether or not you like his choices. Not his problem if you don't like it. He did you a favor, after all.

But all of that's a lie. He cares, like a lot. More than he wants to admit it. Because he values your opinion. And wants your validation. He scuffs to himself. Like he would ever beg or ask for it. He probably would.

You pause, staring at the snacks without a word. The anticipation is driving him damn near crazy.  And if you had to be honest with him…the combo is your total favorite!

You show your appreciation with showering praise, a hug around his neck, and love pats to his hair. He hates it. He fucking loves it.

Kayn doesn't easily show his joy. His happiness at your reaction starts off with a simple smile. Not so commonplace for someone like him. But then it curls into that all infamous smirk of his that only spells trouble.

Kayn was hungry himself. This whole time, didn't you know? Silly (and naive) of you not to have noticed. His gaze devours you till you find yourself caught by his lips. The nips and bites tell you the poor boy is starving. And he deepens the kiss till....

Well, guess your snacks can wait.

EZREAL

happy meal and sprite

Ezreal is excited to give you this happy meal. Why? Well, that's a surprise! And he loves surprising you.

He first covers your eyes and asks you to guess who it is. He does this all the time. You giggle at how silly it is. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

He then presents the box with the famous 'Ta-Da!' reveal.

You absolutely LOVE the happy meal from PoroKing! Not only is the food good, but the box art is always a cute treat to see.

Oh, but that wasn't the best part about it. The surprise was still inside. When you open the box, the toy inside is what makes you absolutely go crazy. It's the limited edition PoroKing keychain!

It's the only one you don't have in the entire collection, and somehow, Ezreal managed to get it for you.

You can't help yourself. You bounce onto his lap, and press your body and lips against his. He really wasn't expecting this much of a reaction! Afraid you might bounce away from how giddy you are, he takes your hips and presses you closer. Closer to the point where…

Looks like there's more than one surprise happening tonight.

#heartsteel #league of legends #LoL #aphelios x reader #kayn x reader #ezreal x reader #part 2 coming soon #heartsteel x reader #x reader #i swear one of these is making it into my heartsteelxreader fanfic

[stirthewaters]

You Miss Her

SUMMARY: You're known as being a bubbly person, but when Wednesday snaps at you, it's as if a hole has formed in your chest, and you've never felt more empty.

WARNINGS: Angst, angst, and more angst. So much angst.

A/N: Just so you are aware there is a Part Two:

You Miss Her - Pt. 2

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You're known for being a very optimistic person. You're always friendly to people, unafraid to greet others with one of your famous hugs, and spew comments to your friends when you see them, so as the girlfriend of Wednesday Addams, it's starting to get on her nerves.

Even though Wednesday wouldn't openly admit that she definitely has a soft spot for you, after a long and disappointing day of finding next to nothing in terms of clues to the Hyde's whereabouts, your bubbly personality is quite the opposite of what she needs right now, so when you burst into her room when she's writing, she takes a deep breath, not acknowledging you in any way.

Since you're girlfriends, Wednesday always allowed you to join her during her writing time; occasionally she'd ask your opinions on her latest chapter, and even though she wouldn't admit it, she enjoyed your soft chattering as she wrote, even if it was albeit very distracting, but being Wednesday, what she needs right now is quiet, and you're anything but.

When you enter, you can almost immediately tell that Wednesday isn't acting like normal. Her typical rigid posture is somehow impossibly more stiff than usual, and she's practically pounding the keys of her typewriter with her fingers. Her deadpan expression is hardened, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth fixed in a frown.

As usual, you're a bit tentative to approach. You sit on Enid's bed, watching her write for a moment.

"A-are you okay?" You say quietly. Of course it's a stupid question; as Wednesday's girlfriend you can obviously tell that she isn't okay, but you don't really know what else to ask at this point.

Wednesday doesn't respond, silently pausing for a moment to take a deep breath before continuing, gritting her teeth to try and drown out your gaze that burns into the back of her neck.

"Because I can get you something if you need me to...maybe I could turn on some music? Or maybe you should-"

You're cut off when Wednesday snaps. She pushes her chair away from the desk, whirling around to face you with a glare so withering that you feel yourself flinching away.

"What I need is for you to get your incessantly infuriating presence away from me. You're always pathetically trying to please everyone and it is getting on my nerves. I swear to god that if I hear your cheery tone of voice one more time around me I will murder you myself and laugh at your grave," she spews furiously, words flying faster and faster. "If you weren't trying to make friends all the time then maybe you'd be a bit more aware of the people around you. You are pathetic," she spits.

Cut to the bone, you look at her, eyes swimming with tears. Wednesday is known for being snarky, but this time you can tell that she really means it. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry, you stand stiffly, trying and failing to keep your tears from spilling.

Wednesday's eyes widen slightly as well. Clearly she hurt you badly, and she feels an emotion she doesn't feel often; guilt.

"Fine," you spit, turning on your heel and wiping your face with your sleeve and storming towards the door, letting the tears flow as you slam the door of her dorm behind you, ignoring Wednesday hesitantly calling your name.

You push past students in the hall, furious and feeling bitter and ashamed of yourself. You can feel your powers broiling, and you force your way towards your dorm, flames crackling at your fingertips as you throw you door open.

As soon as the door is slammed behind you, you collapse onto your bed, sobbing. What hurts the most is the fact that you agree with her. You try so hard to make friends, but it's as if you draw away all the people you meet as soon as they gain knowledge of your pyrokinetic abilites, even though you have complete control over them.

Through the whole afternoon, you curl in a fetal position on your bed, unable to cry due to having no tears left. Your mind is filled with memories whirling around and around.

Even though she's uncomfortable to touch, she knows you like it, and does her best to give you stiff hugs or a small kiss here and there when she knows you need it.

As if she has telepathy, she comes to your dorms on the nights you've texted her about being unable to sleep, joining you in bed, albeit a bit stiffly.

Knowing you're sucky at conflict, she defends you when you're being bullied by normies at Weathervane.

Holding your hand when you're feeling down.

Teasing you because she knows you like it.

And now-

She called you pathetic.

And it cuts deep because it hurts, and it sucks the warmth from your heart, because it's true.

You can't do anything right for her.

You try so hard.

You try not to be obnoxiously chatty, or friendly.

But clearly you're just not trying hard enough.

When she tries too, and does an actually decent job.

And your girlfriend is calling you the thing you've always been called by your parents, your bullies, and your old schoolmates.

The night passes. Of course you don't sleep. You lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing, wishing that you weren't so annoying to everyone around you.

And of course you don't text Wednesday. She doesn't text you either, but that's normal for her.

The next day, you skip classes. You know that you're sulking, but you don't care. It's as if your heart was shattered into pieces that are now impossible to find, and instead is replaced with that same feeling. That ache that reminds you, reminds you that you are pathetic, and you don't want to see Wednesday at all. The only thing you feel for her right now is that anger that makes you feel like crap.

Weems, of course, sends you to detention, but you don't care. It won't matter anyway. Enid frantically texts you throughout the day; clearly Thing informed her of the situation, since there wasn't a chance Wednesday would have. You don't respond.

After detention, you head for the woods. You feel empty. Empty. That little voice reminds you constantly what a failure you are and you want it out. The Academy begins to disappear behind you as you venture deeper and deeper into the forest's reach, until you're able to cry.

It's well after dark when you realize that you should probably head back to Nevermore, but if you return, that same raven haired girl will be there; and even though you don't want to admit it, you still somehow want her.

You want her warm breath over your shoulder as she faces you when you're asleep, always saying that it was an accident that she had her arms around you when you slept.

You want her deadpan tone that speaks with a touch of affection when you ask her about her day.

You want the discussions about her novel, going in depth on character motivations, and how she asks your opinion, even though she won't admit that she cares about what you think of it.

You miss how you'll watch scary movies with her, never admitting that they do scare you; you just want to spend time with her.

You miss her teasing tone, because she somehow knows that it makes your heart race, and your face go red.

And you miss her. Oh, you miss her so bad that it hurts that cave in your chest.

So when you hear her calling your name, you're positive that you're imagining things.

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#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednsday addams #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday series #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you

[imnotavamp1r3]

♡ Tips for being emo/scene!!! ♡

🎀 Become familiar with the music

I don't think that if you're emo or scene that you have to listen to every single band and genre under those labels, but I would recommend at least being familiar with as many bands as you can as those subcultures are music based. While fashion is still important, it won't matter how good your outfit looks if you don't engage in what is the most important part of the scene.

🎀 Check the kids' sections of thrift stores

If you're on the shorter or thinner side, then you should definitely check the kids sections in thrift stores because you can find things like cartoon merch that you wouldn't find in the adults section. This is especially helpful for if you're scene since most stores aren't going to carry super colourful clothes in the adults section.

🎀 Don't worry too much about not looking emo or scene enough

I'm fairly active on r/scene, and one of the most frequent kinds of posts I see are people asking 'Am I scene enough?' or 'Is this scene?' I think those posts really highlight an issue in many alternative communities, which is that people will focus more on looking like they belong in their subculture rather than dressing how they want. This is an issue because focusing solely on fitting into a style won't help you find your personal style, but rather discourage your individuality. The point of being alternative is to express who you are and be unique, not to look like everyone else, so when you put together an outfit you should always focus on how much you like it, not how emo it looks.

🎀 You don't have to be pale, skinny, white, ect. to be alternative

I see a lot of people ask if they're allowed to be emo or scene while being coloured or plus sized, and the answer is that anyone can be part of any subculture. Just because the most popular emo and scene influencers like Eugenia or Johnnie were pale and thin doesn't mean everyone has to look like them. During the Myspace era, there were also plenty of people with the style who were Asian, black, plus-sized, and more. Plus I'm half Asian and I'm obviously emo. Additionally, black emos do not have to straighten their hair. There is nothing wrong with embracing your natural hair and if someone calls you a poser for that, their opinion doesn't matter.

🎀 You don't have to spend a lot of money

Obviously if you have the money and you want to wear Demonia and Tripp, you can do that. But I've seen a lot of people say that they don't have enough money to dress alternative, and while that definitely does limit your options a lot, you can still get cute clothes by thrifting or shopping on second hand apps. Stores like Romwe, while not the most ethical way to buy your clothes, also have cute stuff that's on the cheaper side.

That's it, byeeee!!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

#emo #scene #scemo #girlblogging #pink scene #scenemo #scene queen #rawring 20s #rawr xd #scene emo #emo kid #2000s emo #emo scene

[fancifulplaguerat]

Something I struggle to reconcile with Daniil’s character is his attitude towards violence, because he’s this impassioned doctor claiming he wants to save everyone but at the same time is pretty quick on the draw across all three routes. E.g. in the Bachelor Route, the player can say that Daniil doesn’t want others to die for him; that it’s his job to preserve lives, not waste them; and tells Saburov that Artemy couldn’t be a killer, because why would a *doctor* kill anyone? but then the next conversation he’s expressing delight when Andrey tells him he can kill marauders with impunity. Thinking about it more, though, I don’t think it’s necessarily that dissonant given how Daniil’s character is constructed within this “destroyer” idea, and I think his motivations are pretty consistent as well. 

I feel Daniil is the most emotional healer—he’s very wear-it-on-your-sleeve and seemingly easily swayed by emotion, considering how he reacts to Simon’s death/Aglaya’s betrayal. He’s not altogether impulsive, since he’s conscientious and sometimes even refuses to act without ensuring whether he’s right, but he’s clearly partly motivated by emotion. For one, he often to lashes out at people—there are frequent dialogues in his route where he can snap at someone and then say a variant of “Sorry, I lost my temper.” I don’t think Daniil is necessarily an angry person, but reactive and in a situation where he’s constantly under pressure/being prevented from doing what he needs to be done, so obviously he’d often be frustrated and angry. I also don’t think him acting violently is  because he wants to take his anger out on others, and rather his sense of justice allows him to justify violence on the grounds of who “deserves” to be punished or to die. For example, in the Haruspex/Changeling Route he only threatens to kill Artemy or use violence against Simon Kain’s murderer because eye-for-an-eye; the killer deserves to be punished, because that’s just. Daniil also expresses anger and disdain towards those who kill others, so it seems to him, killing a murderer is just righting a wrong. 

Outside his motivations, I also think Daniil’s tendency towards violence works within his broader characterization as a fighter/destroyer. He’s indirectly characterized as an apt fighter in both the Haurspex/Changeling Routes, and rhetoric of ‘fighting’ is constantly used to describe his research and actions within the town. On Day 1, both Maria and Katerina describe his fate as a battle—Maria says, “a truly terrifying battle is ahead of you [...] You will fight a foe that few can defeat” and Katerina says, “I’m talking about a very particular battle... You are one of the combatants, Bachelor Dankovsky [...] you will have to fight to the death.” I also want to point to this dialogue with an herb bride, which I know is in common, but: 

Herb Bride: How are you smart? Smart people are four-eyed nerds... bulgy heads on stunted legs. Cunning, cautious, weak, old even... no, you are not a smart man. You are a warrior.

Player: You can be both.

Herb Bride: Really? I thought you can only have one. Your eyes are throwing needles, and your teeth are clenched fast. You've got the face of a man who can sweep down anything that stands in his way. The face of a destroyer.

Player: Correct. This is the true purpose of smart people [...] I destroy death. 

Herb Bride: Oh... So that's why there are always sparks of hatred in your eyes. And that's why your smile is so spiteful.

I’m still debating my opinions on the implications here, but I feel it’s partly related to the game’s pessimism about miracles/utopias. Specifically that in Daniil’s attempt to attain utopia:defeat death, he can only cause more destruction, as in Kaspar’s infamous “You may mean well, but you bring evil and destruction all the same [...] Your heavy hand will crush us all—even if you were only grabbing us in order to pull us out of the abyss.” The sentiment that Daniil is solely a destructive force even when he tries to do good is echoed all over the game, which frankly makes me upset because I’m too attached to this tortured little fellow. Daniil does what he thinks is right just as Artemy and Clara, but he doesn’t even get the privilege of attaining his goal like the others do in their endings. The Bachelor ending is really only a symbolic victory for Daniil; Thanatica is burned down and he hasn’t really gotten any closer to beating death. For all intents and purposes, Daniil loses even in his own ending, and I have all sorts of thoughts about that but. I shall tuck it away for another day 

#I have so many thoughts about Daniil and the Kains #pathologic #patho classic #daniil dankovsky #patho.txt

[deadpool15]

Self-care day

"Hello, my beautiful lovely people. It's your girl."That's how you start the videos?" I turn around and look at my girlfriend with a stank face. "Ma'am, I know you didn't just sit there and interrupt me in the middle of my into."

She smiles and shakes her her head. "No, I'm sorry, baby, continue. Finish your intro pretty baby, go on." I suck my teeth, cranning my neck to look back at her since she is trying to persuade me by grabbing my hips. I move myself on her lap because there is more space and cause, why the hell not. "You lucky I love you." I peck her lips before turning around to look at the camera again. "So, like I was saying before, I was rudely interrupted. It's your girl taylor back with yet another video as I promised. And today we have a very special guest, give all you applauds to my girlfriend. I'm gonna like totally insert the audience thing that used to creep me out when I was a kid Kayoung."

"Anyways, today, instead of doing a vlog because it's cold asf in Korea. And I'm from fucking Texas therfore, you know my ass ain't made for the cold. Yea, we will be doing a self-care day with us, and mainly because I just got my period." Chocol starts to chucked behind me, trying to hide from the camera. "Yall have seen my baby Kayoung on camera before plenty of times, so I don't know why she was behind me playing games and shit." I say to the camera, causing her to laugh and wave to the people. "Are yall usually like this? Like, do you curse and tell them all this stuff, babe?" She asked me genuinely, and I wanted to hear my opinion on the matter.

"Baby, I've had a YouTube channel since I was in middle school. Me and my followers and I practically grew up together. On some real, shit they probably know more than you." I tell her playfully, trying to get under her skin, until she starts moving me back and forth on her thigh. Shit I forgot I was sitting on her lap. "I doubt anyone of them know you better than me." She says though I can tell if I don't stop her she will turn this video into a fucking sextape. "OK, ok, you're right. You obviously know me way better. Now stop before they end up seeing me naked. "She stops the playful expression glancing at the camera before she takes notice of the strap of my shirt had fallen down. And pulls it up before kissing my cheek allowing me to continue.

"You promised to behave. I'll edit that out, though." Then we continue on with the video when I grab a clay face mask starting to apply it on her skin. "Baby, your skin is good. See yall, that's what being with me gets you. Clear skin and good sex."I say laughing at the camera, stopping when Kayoung slaps my ass. "Behave." That's all she has to say to get me to be quiet. Eventually, the silence starts to roll in, so I suggest we do a Q&A segment. To add a little seasoning to the upload. While applying her face mask, I hand her my phone, showing her some questions people have asked for over some time. She starts to read them out loud so we both can answer them.

Chocolsrideordie1- How long have you two been dating?

"We've been together for about 5 years now. To be honest, it's 4 years if you really think about it, cause it took one whole year for Kayoung to fucking get me." I tell everyone before she speaks up. "She kept making it seem like I was bothering her by asking about her day and just trying to get to know her. I mean, it took me a while because I really wanted to talk to her but thought she was straight." She says while looking at me. "Yea, everyone she thought I, a national walking gay flag, was a straight woman. Crazy shit." We both start dying of laughter before looking at the next question.

Taylorsbuggest- who is the princess in the relationship?

We both kinda sit there confused. After a while, I finish chocols masks. She starts to do mine now, and we are still trying to understand the question. "It's the way we both don't get it. That's throwing me. Not us both being slow." She looks at me, trying to concentrate on the mask and hide her smile. "So, if you mean like youngest, it's obviously me. But if you mean whole leaders towards the role of like just going with the flow and being babied. It's kinda both of us, I mean, people see her on camera and think she is all intimidating and mean and shit. Which I can understand yall, I got a resting bitch face too. But we both enjoy being each other's support system and like to be the baby." She starts shaking her head, trying to deny what in saying. I smile and grab her to pull us closer. "I promise yall this right here is my baby, and she loves it." I read the next question.

Lovingonfood123- What's it like dating someone younger?

"Well, I sometimes find it hard to believe taylor is younger than me. Compared to how we act. I'm not saying I'm childish, but when I first met her, I thought she was way older than 25. She was just so put together and gave me the vibe of someone who had an old soul. She gives the best advice, and it makes me question how many lives she has lived. In a sense, she acts older than me, so typically, I forget she isn't." She finishes up my mask before I grosn in pain. She finishes up my mask beof4 I groan in pain. She looked at me trying to find exactly what area was hurting until she realized my period was still on. She immediately starts rubbing my abdomen.

"Wanna continue, baby, or just lay down?" I contemplate it. I wanted to continue the video before she gave me a look. Knowing I can't refuse. She continues to rub my stomach, further persuading me to cut the video and call it a day. I managed to push through and get her to do two more questions before we call it's quits for the night. She reads the next question, and I can see it in her eyes she is worried about my pains.

Puppylover56-whats it like being a dancer?

I look at her while she starts to explain in detail. She is so passionate about her craft and I love that so fucking much about her. Whenever you mention here, the world lights up. Obviously not as bright as when you mention me, but you get the idea. "It's amazing, I've been a hip-hop freestyle battler for a long time, and I love every second of every competition I've been in. Whether I win or lose, it's always an experience for me, getting to learn from other dancers. Watching them transform on stage, hopping that's how people see me. I want to continue to battle. Going on street women fighter 2 has taught me more about choreography. Before, I didn't worry too much about creating dance moves, I just went with the flow. Wherever music took me, I allowed my body to just go with it. But now I have learned it can be fun to create dances as well. "

Yourbabydaddy34- What's it like being a country that doesn't really accept the lgbt+ community?

I huff out a breath of air once I hear the question, ignoring the pain that shoots up in my stomach. Chocol takes notice and rubs my stomach a bit more firmly. "So, it's not secret that Korea is homophobic. Buy in my opinion, can you name a country that's not. And no, I'm not saying that's a good thing, I'm simply pointing out the facts here. The country's values and the people are two different things. Of course, it can be difficult sometimes, but no one really goes out of their way to stop us from loving each other, so why should we. A long time ago, I was terrified of the fact that I liked girls. I wasn't raised to look down on it or to think it was bad. In fact, I had gay family members, but as my mother likes to tell me all the time, she didn't have a problem with gay people she just didn't expect me to be like this. I relaiz3d that the father she tried to explain to her point of view the more I didn't want to hear it, it was my mother's way of saying she didn't accept me. Now, we are much closer since she has changed her views. But the point of this story was to tell you that at the end of the day, not everyone will like you for you. So why should you sit there and waste your breath on a hating ass bitch?"

I turn around to hear chocol applauding me in the background. "That's my girl." I smile while hugging her. Before she reminds me, we have to end the video now, so she can run us and bathe and relax. I'm trying to soothe my cramps. "OK, everyone thanks you my beautiful bitches for tuning into today's week tonight's vid of the week. I shall upload again next week, I promise. If I don't, you can beat my ass when you catch me on the streets. "No the fuck you can not." I hear her saying while I laugh looking at rhe serious face she is making. "I'm plating yall, shit can't take a joke. Anyways good-night I love you all byee."

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #chocol

[sophsicle]

I agree that people shouldn’t comment mean things on the fanfic or offer unwanted criticism or obviously message the author with criticism or something mean, but I don’t really see how people aren’t allowed to make TikToks talking about their opinions on certain fanfics? I think people should be free to express how they feel about things as long as it’s done respectfully and not like targeted insults at the author. And I know it’s probably upsetting to see as an author but maybe people need to accept that not everyone’s going to love your work and people will have different thoughts on it and that’s okay.

yeah i mean, i cannot allow or disallow people to do things

you're allowed to do whatever you want. it just is not very kind, is my point. now, no one is under any obligation to be kind, sure. im just not clear on why it is so extremely important that the world hear your criticism of this person's hobby.

my other point would be that i have never seen a tiktok in which both the tiktok and its comment section have respectfully criticized a fic.

#soph rambles

[butmakeitgayblog]

Sometimes i think about Clexa being so soft just hugging, eyes closed and swaying slowly side to side 🥹

Ya know that's something I've thought a lot about and maybe it's a side note but I'm gonna rant on it.

I tend to find a lot of canon fics write Lexa as this standoffish person, not very affectionate or openly giving of acts of touch, but I say look at the facts here.

Lexa was an extremely expressive person in non-verbal ways. She was so very obviously a women of "actions speak louder than words." And when you take that into consideration, let's look at how she conducted herself around Clarke.

First of all, the girl was always putting herself in Clarke's space. And I'm not talking general vicinity, I'm talking

fuckin literally in her space. Like,,, if someone stood that close to me in line I'd have to drop a "bitch give me two feet. Damn 😒" on em. She liked to get close.

Second, where I think sometimes the crossed wires come from with Lexa's character and how she shows emotion is that they're taking how Lexa acts as the commander and applying it to how she is on a personal level. But in my opinion, I think that doesn't do her justice. Because you have to remember, the majority of her time on s2 was spent with her dealing with the fact that Clarke was angry with her. She was trying to be respectful of Clarke's wishes for distance, thus bottling up her emotions for Clarke's comfort. But even still, even with all that, it still bled through.

God bless her, but the girl

Was not very good

At holding back her desire

And more than that, Lexa very much welcomed Clarke's touch

(Nice move for the thigh there wanheda ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

She never shied away from it or seemed to do anything other than soak it up.

And from the start!

Lexa!

Initiated!

Contact!

She pushed for kisses and she pushed to be closer. She was the one who tipped the tension between them into the romantic arena. She showed physical and emotional intimacy time and again with Clarke, from being willing to take a damn nap with Clarke in her tent to bowing at her feet when the commander bows before no one. She took Clarke's hand and held it and accepted that comfort that Clarke offered, freely. She even trusted Clarke with a damn blade pressed to her neck for God's sake. She was never ever wary of letting Clarke touch her, even when she herself was working to hold back her desire to touch. And when they finally made love it was Lexa who pulled Clarke to her bed and guided her down into a kiss. Clarke may have initiated the kiss because Lexa wouldn't have over stepped the boundary Clarke laid down, but I'll be damned if Lexa didn't immediately go for gold after 🤷‍♀️

My point through all of this is that yes, I believe without a doubt that if they'd been allowed to be together longer, they would've been such an intensely affectionate couple in their own ways. With Clarke, who is a demonstrative person at her core and whose love language is visibly touch, and Lexa, who shows her love in small, subtle ways because she's so used to having it smacked away or buried under obligation and tradition, you'd have this couple who in the safety of each other would allow themselves a chance to just be soft. To touch and comfort and soothe. To breathe each other in and just be Clarke and Lexa, not Commander snd Wanheda. I think they would've fallen asleep in each other's arms and hugged most mornings before going their separate ways. I think it would've been entirely normal for Clarke to hug Lexa from behind as Lexa looked out from her balcony over Polis. And I don't think Lexa would've been shy in her appreciation of Clarke's affection, nor in returning her own.

There's a reason why everyone knew of their feelings for each other and why not once did Lexa deny it even when confronted about it. In reality, she doubled down on it by kicking a clan member off the tower and inviting Clarke to stay despite the kill order. Both pretty brazen when you think about it.

If given the chance they both would've been all in and you'll never convince me otherwise.

Indra wouldn't have known a moment's peace 😔

#clexa #lexa kom trikru #clarke griffin #anon #anyway rant over sorry that went wild 🥴 #i don't feel like I even need to explain Clarke because I mean she hugged everyone #the girl is naturally a hugger she would hug a tree under the right circumstances I'm convinced of it #but Lexa is the tricky spot in this fandom and idk I just feel she gets a raw deal when it comes to being affectionate #the girl was very affectionate /when she wasn't being just Heda/ #and together I think they would've driven Indra even more fucking insane

[izzysbullshit]

I am absolutly a fan of tommy i think he is a great character so far and i love how Lou is playing him. I also strongly believe the writers introduced the catholic guilt plot for Eddie because people have been talking about this idea as a way for him to have his queer story for YEARS like yes there were crumbs in the show alluding to this storyline but this is the first time it was explicitly talked about as as something that will be explored more this season. I don't think this is a coincidance at all and even tho i'm not 100% sure buddie will happen this season i do believe that this is the right time to express strong opinions in favour of it publicly because for maybe the first time EVER we as a community are being listend to on the topic of queerbating and we are being taken seriously. Eddie is a VERY queercoded character and i think this is an UNDENIABLE fact.

I think they can peacefully move from bucktommy to buddie with slow and well written episodes, creating more build up and eventually making buddie happen. Obviously even amicable breakups hurt a little bit, but they can make it happen in a way that allows both buck and tommy to move on to their respective stories, and even bring back Tommy in future seasons as a good friend that fans love, without him getting "in the way of buddie" if you know what i mean.

I'm curious to see what you guys think of this tell me your opinions and hot takes in my asks i'll reply to everyone

#buddie #911 spoilers #911 #bi buck #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #evan buckley #buckley diaz family

[pinklume]

My theory is that ppl hate bi Sirius (and gay Remus, from what I've seen) because this fandom not only upholds but unabashedly celebrates heteronormative stereotypes. Like, Remus can fuck women because that means he's not fem and also that he is A Top (bc bi men can't be fem or like to bottom, otherwise they might as well just be gay right). Whereas Sirius can only be gay because everyone knows that all gay men are sassy, feminine twinks and also that only gay men would want to wear their hair long and wear makeup. I swear to God the fact that Sirius has long hair after Azkaban is part of the reason why ultra-twink!Sirius makes sense to so many people. Also Remus has to be bi bc of course all bi ppl are promiscuous and are getting laid 24/7 and therefore he must be a smooth-talking Alpha Male who is only allowed to like men as long as they are essentially just a cis woman with a dick. Critically, this version of Sirius is almost NEVER allowed to be a trans woman. And if she is, she must be skinny, short, waifish, and submissive, to "prove" that she's a woman (if you try to have a conversation about gender and especially about transness in this fandom the best you'll get is usually ignored. And the worst...well). Personally (and I mean that this next part is just my personal opinion not a judgement) I think it's a little weird to genderbend a gay ship into a straight one, mostly because that's pretty much what people are already doing but without admitting that they want Sirius to be a cis woman who upholds antiquated gender roles. Honestly these people don't even want Sirius, they want an AU version of Tonks. Obviously people can engage with characters however they want and not all queer characterizations must be subversive to be worthwhile, but I think it's also okay to be upset about fandom trends when they're reflective of a wider tendency towards transphobia, transmisogyny especially, misogyny and homophobia. And especially when the fans reinforce that by being vicious cunts to anyone who dares to express discomfort with it. Sorry, end rant.

I don’t even need to say anything anon you absolutely popped off.

#Sirius Black #misogny #transmisogny

[kloppool]

Essay - One of Our Own: Jurgen Klopp and his influence

It is a special thing to have a manager that fits so seamlessly with what a club is. Football clubs are much more then just men chasing a ball. They’re pillars of the community, an important social gathering spot, an event and oftentimes, stand for something socially and politically. There are few better examples of this then Liverpool. The motto says it all. “You’ll Never Walk Alone.” And indeed, they have proved this. Time and time again former players will recall how much they love and miss Liverpool. Bill Shankly was famously a socialist and many of Liverpool’s managers since have expressed similar sentiments. Liverpool is known as a working class city and the fans reflect this in not just their passion for the club, but what they expect of the players and manager. All of this is to say Liverpool has an incredibly strong identity Which is why its so very special that Jurgen Klopp has not only fit flawlessly into this identity, but enhanced it. Everyone knows Jurgen Klopp is German, born in Stuttgart and raised on the borders of the Black Forest. But everyone also knows Jurgen Klopp is a Scouser, reborn in Liverpool and raised on the banks of the River Mersey.

The primary reason for Jurgen Klopp’s success and ascension to something beyond a manager can, in my opinion, be summed out with one word: vibes. It sounds a little stupid, maybe, but it's true. There are so many things you can quantify in football. The “stats revolution” has made us hyperaware of every single footballing aspect of a player, allowing clubs and players to maximize their effectiveness. Obviously, vibes are different. There’s no such thing as “expected vibes.” Oftentimes, you must read between the lines or pay close to attention to off-picth happenings to be clued in. However, despite not being as easy to feel out, vibes are undeniably incredibly important. In fact, they can make or break a club. And, usually, the vibes are dictated by the manager, simply by the way they choose to do things. Playing style, how training is conducted, rules, involvement with team matters and decisions. 

Jurgen Klopp’s approach, as we well know, is all encompisng. His influence is felt all over the club. This is partially why so many players are able to buy into Liverpool’s playing style ad culture so easily. Klopp’s playing style is very intense and requires high energy. Naturally, over the course of a long season, this can be hard to maintain. This play style requires a complete buy-in from players at all levels. Football is a game of trust in your own abilities, but just as crucially, in those of your teammates. In order to ensure players buy into his system, Klopp himself needs to be energetic and intense. It’s why he goes off on rants during press conferences. It’s why he ran onto the pitch to hug Alisson after Origi’s Everton winner.  

Vibes also very much depend upon the players at a club. Prima-donnas with egos the size of Jupiter may score goals, but cause chaos in the dressing room. There are countless examples of teams that have been brought to their knees because of behind-the-scenes-drama. Now, a little bit of conflict is inevitable. Footballers need to be overconfident, and at times, a little selfish, in order to succeed. But constant disharmony, angry inetrvies and arguments will sink a squad, no matter how many star signings there are. 

Known to be a very passionate figure, Klopp exhibits a warmth and love for this club, its players and Liverpool as a city that is truly special. He’s charming and funny. In one of his first press conferences he famously called himself “The Normal One.” Mid-game, he will turn to the fans at Anfield, and let them know his feelings. Klopp does this because he understands how essential the supporters are in a football game and knows there is no better 11th man then a roaring Anfield. 

Alexis Mac Allister was at Liverpool for only a few months when he gave an interview talking about how his teammates tease him “They say he’s my dad now.” Naby Keita, who struggled with injuries while a Liverpool player, said he had tears in his eyes when Klopp announced his departure. Many of Klopp’s former Dortmund players still talk about him fondly and with the utmost respect. He hugs his players (and sometimes the opposing teams’ as well) like there’s nothing else in the world. 

Speaking of players. Klopp seems to have a knack for picking (and helping create) leaders, both on and off the pitch. 5 players are captains for their national teams, including Virgil van Dijk, the current Liverpool captain. The Liverpool leadership group is composed of Egypt captain Mo Salah, Scotland captain Andy Robertson, Brazil goalkeeper Alisson and the vice-captain, Trent-Alexander Arnold. Robertson and Alexander-Arnold stand out here and are perhaps the best pair of players to showcase Klopp’s success. Robertson was signed from Hull for a only 8 million pounds. Alexander-Arnold was a Liverpool academy player. Neither were flashy signings. But they’ve both grown into leaders, have become renowned for their styles of play and are now occupy the first and second spots for most assists by a defender in Premier League history. 

Klopp gives all of himself to his players, his team and his city. And that’s why he’s leaving. In his announcement, he said he was running out of energy. Klopp knows that in order to get the most of out of this team- to give them what they deserve, he needs to be 100%. And he’s not. It’s a product of not just aging, but having been a manager at a high level for so long. It’s hard to find the words to say how horrible it feels knowing he’ll say goodbye. But Klopp is getting to do something incredibly special in football- leaving on his own terms. He has never been sacked. He’s beloved by millions. He stands out in a line not just of legendary Liverpool managers, but managers in general. His influence will continue through the players he has become a father for, a club he has become a hero for and a city that calls him one of their own.

#lfc #liverpool fc #liverpool #jurgen klopp #football essay

[ijustreallylovethem]

sayin what i’m thinkin

this is much shorter than i thought it would be, even after i added in extra stuff to make it longer, so i apologize for that. however, i didn’t want to keep adding stuff in to make it longer and just end up rambling

tyler duke x reader

words: 2,035

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you had never been one to beat around the bush. it was something everyone knew about you. you were blunt and to the point, almost always saying what was on your mind. it was something that most people liked about you. they knew they would always get the truth if they asked your opinion and you wouldn’t spare them just because you didn’t agree. some people preferred it the other way, for everyone to agree with them no matter what.

in moments like these, you wish you were wired differently. you wish you could find an easy way of sugarcoating what you were about to say. but there was no easy way, so the truth was going to have to come out whether you liked it or not. that was the conclusion you came to by the time your short drive was over and you had parked in his driveway. you turned the car off, taking a deep breath and reaching up to wipe your tears. it’s funny how your hands knew to do that, considering you hadn’t realized you had been crying until your fingers touched your face and felt the wetness.

you made the short walk to his door, debating on whether or not you should knock. normally you walked straight in and up to his room, but this wasn’t a normal visit. you decided to knock, so you reached out and did so, waiting a few moments before the door opened. a confused dylan was revealed, and you gave him a tight lipped smile. you could tell he was about to say something, but then noticed the state you were in and changed his words.

“hey, y/n. is everything okay?” you didn’t answer.

“is tyler here?” he stepped back as he nodded, giving you space to come in.

“he should be up in his room.”

“thank you.” you kept your head down as you walked through the living room to the stairs, avoiding the looks from the other two boys on the couch. you also ignored the comment you heard on your way up.

“that can’t be good,” you heard spoken just a bit too loudly. tyler’s door was closed when you reached it, so you knew he was in there. you knocked on his door as well, even though you would normally walk straight into his room any other time. when he opened the door he held and expression similar to his brothers, not used to his roommates knocking and rather used to them barging in.

“hey, baby. i didn’t know you were coming over.” it’s then that he notices the tear stains and the sad look on your face. “what’s wrong?” he pulled you into a hug and you allowed yourself a moment to relax into him, knowing this would be the last time you ever could. it was a bit selfish, considering you knew what was about to happen. you only stay there for a moment, before you’re pulling away and walking into his room. he closes the door again and makes his way back to his bed, sitting on the end of it.

“we need to talk.” you hated yourself for pulling those words out, but what else were you supposed to say? tyler looked up at you, now even more worried than before.

“okay. is everything alright?” you shook your head, a tear falling from your eye. you reached up to quickly wipe it away, but with the way tyler was looking at you, it was impossible for him not to notice it.

“we need to break up.” the words hung in the air for a moment, both of you registering that you actually just said that.

“what?”

“you heard me, tyler.”

“you can’t just break up with me out of the blue, y/n.” you shook your head.

“i don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore.”

“why not? why all of a sudden are you showing up here and telling me this? why are you breaking up with me if you’re obviously sad about it?” you sniffle, trying to will away the tears falling down your face. you knew he was going to ask, but you really hoped he wasn’t. you had stupidly hoped that he was going to just accept that you were leaving and that would be that. you could leave his house and go back to yours to turn on a sad movie and cry yourself to sleep. but of course that wasn’t the case.

“i know what you did, tyler.” his face drops for a moment, but he tries to cover it with confusion.

“what are you talking about?” you sigh.

“when you went to osu for the game this weekend. i know what happened. she reached out to me and told me and so did someone from the team.” you didn’t tell him exactly who it was, not wanting to create bad blood between him and the media girl that reached out to tell you she saw a girl sneaking into what she thought was tyler’s room. you thanked her but figured she must’ve gotten the room numbers confused, until later in the day you got an instagram dm from said girl apologizing because she didn’t know he had a girlfriend until she looked up his instagram today.

“i don’t- hold on.” he was clearly scrambling to come up with something but you shook your head.

“please don’t try to lie to me.”

“i’m not lying, it was an accident, i swear.”

“tyler, please.”

“babe, you have to listen to me.” he reaches out for you, trying to pull you over to him but you don’t move any closer, don’t let him have the contact he wants.

“you can make excuses all day, but my mind is made up.”

“it won’t happen again, y/n. i promise. you have to trust me.” you sigh, running your hands through your hair.

“that’s the thing, though. i’ve been doing nothing but thinking since i got the message. because at first i didn’t believe her. i figured she was just trying to get to me for some reason. but when i hear the story from two people that don’t even know each other it’s hard to discredit them. but i wanted so hard to because i did trust you. i trusted you so much more than them. and now i don’t know if i can ever trust you again.”

“no. no, i love you. and you love me and we trust each other. this is just a little hiccup. we can get past this.” you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his words, even through your tears. you weren’t sure if he thought his words were convincing you but it seemed like that’s what he was trying to do.

“no we can’t. we’re done, tyler. we were done the minute she stepped into your hotel room.” you turn to leave his room, ignoring him trying one last time to get you to stay. you close the door and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down since you knew you’d have to walk past the boys in the living room again. you made your way out of the house, and you were halfway down the stairs when you heard a loud bang and the sound of tyler shouting profanities. by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, all three boys were rushing toward you, but stopped when they saw you.

“are you okay?” dylan asked, and you realized they had thought for a moment that you were still in the room when tyler began yelling.

“physically, yeah. mentally, i’ve been better. but i need to go so uh, maybe i’ll see you guys around.” you stepped around them, heading out the front door and slipping into your car. you took another deep breath, letting your forehead rest gently against your steering wheel. you heard your passenger door open and you looked up to see ethan sitting down next to you and closing the door. he offered you a small smile but you just looked at him confused.

“i just wanted to check on you, see if you wanted to talk about it at all.” you nearly started crying again at his thoughtfulness. instead, you nodded. you figured ethan would be a good shoulder to cry on, someone you could trust to tell the whole story to without him ever judging. you had known him since october of freshman year, when he complimented your costume at a halloween party. he was the reason you had met tyler and started dating nearly eight months ago. it was a silly thought now, but you assumed that when you broke up with tyler, ethan would automatically take his side since he was on the same hockey team as tyler and his brother. but now here he was, sitting in your car after you were sure it was obvious what you had done.

“that would actually be really nice. can we go back to my place though?”

“of course.” he reaches back to put on his seatbelt but you stop him.

“can you drive my car?” he nods, opening the door and walking around. you move yourself over the console, getting buckled and comfortable as ethan get in and starts the car, backing out of the driveway and heading to your place. the short drive is silent, neither of you saying anything until you’re in your apartment, sitting on your bed. you turned on the tv for some kind of background noise, your back resting against the headboard. ethan had chosen to lay across the foot of your bed.

“so we don’t have to talk about it right at this very moment, but i will have to go back home eventually.” you sigh, picking at a thread on your sweater sleeve.

“i found out he cheated on me.” ethan sat up, looking at you with wide eyes.

“what?”

“you didn’t know?”

“of course i didn’t know. if i had, he would’ve been dead before you got to him.” you scrunch your nose, not sure if you should say thank you or not to that. “how long ago?”

“this weekend.”

“in ohio?” you nod. “that dick.”

“yeah so, i got a message this morning from one of the media girls saying she saw a girl going into what she thought was tyler’s room, though it could’ve also been for gavin because they were rooming together. so that’s what i kept telling myself all morning, that tyler was somewhere else and gavin was the one sneaking a girl in. but then i get another message from a girl at osu telling me everything and apologizing, saying she didn’t know i existed until she looked him up on instagram and saw me.” now that you were saying this all out loud, it’s like it was only now becoming real. it hurt to say out loud because that made it official. saying it hurt a hell of a lot worse than reading it.

“i’m gonna kill him. and i’m sure dylan will help me. so will mark and at least half of the rest of the guys.” you let out a pitiful laugh.

“thanks for defending my honor, i guess.” he gives a salute, which has you laughing for real for a moment.

“is there anything i can actually do for you at the moment though?” you shake your head, glancing from him to the tv screen and back.

“can we just lay here and watch this sad movie?”

“are you gonna cry?”

“probably.”

“because of the movie?”

“probably.”

“just because of the movie?”

“probably not.” he nods, moving so he’s laying next to you and holds out his arms. you had never cuddled with ethan before but relaxing against him sounded extremely nice at the moment. so you let your head rest on his chest and hummed content when his fingers ran through your hair and over your back.

“you can cry as much as you want, i won’t judge.”

“thanks, ethan,” you whisper.

“however, the longer you cry, the longer i’m gonna stay mad at him.” you let out a small laugh.

“okay, noted.”

#Spotify #tyler duke #tyler duke x reader #tyler duke fic #tyler duke imagine #umich hockey #umich hockey boys

[madame-fear]

Lucerys x stark!reader where they have a dinner to meet their betrothed (eachother) and lucerys is a cocky shit throughout the whole dinner and afterwards they talk and hes like actually really sweet (but still a teaser). ignore my atrocious grammer

dragon-wolf loving under the moon

a/n : I LOVE THIS SM 🥺💖💖man your requests are too sweet 😭 i kinda combined your request with another one sent by @marvelfics134 which also includes a cocky Luke where he gets tickled for acting like a smartass, teasing boy. Enjoy this, love !! 💕 side note : (n/n) is the keyword for your nickname, and the reader is specified as a girl. If you'd like me to change it, feel free to tell me so!

summary : request word count : 2.5k

characters included : lucerys, jacaerys, cregan, rhaenyra, slight mentions of daemon, and reader/you.

genre : fluff.

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The whole ride from Winterfell to Dragonstone was mostly characterised by you picking your nails, biting your lips, and simply finding strange new ways of trying to lower your anxiety at the thought of meeting your betrothed. You were obviously accompanied by your older brother, Cregan, and your family, all of them rapidly realising your nervousness as you constantly fidgeted with your hands, and they sweetly reassured you that everything was going to be alright.

“There is no need for you to worry, baby sister: the Targaryens are a lovely family, and you will certainly get along with them once we arrive to Dragonstone, it will only be a matter of short time. However, if your betrothed is disrespectful towards you, I'll make sure he regrets it.”

The kind words of your brother echoed through your mind as you were nearly arriving Dragonstone, unequivocally causing you to giggle and warmly smile everytime you remembered it – the soothing feeling of your family being there for you never ceased to make you less anxious at certain situations. You've heard many things from the Targaryens, all of them good, and mostly being said by your brother – which was quite a reliable source, knowing you could wholeheartedly trust his words and his judgement. You soon learned all the good things being spoken by your brother regarding the Targaryen House were true once you had fully arrived to the Dragonstone castle.

Queen Rhaenyra was extremely gentle and sweet with you and your family, and even showed you around the Castle so you could get familiarised with it. On the other hand, Daemon, was, in your opinion, a bit too intimidating; but he never failed to occasionally make you genuinely laugh at his sarcastic remarks, and overall, he was rather polite to your family as well. You also had the chance of meeting your betrothed's elder brother, Jacaerys, who already knew some things about you, being your brother's close friend; and he was quite charming, as well as a complete gentleman around you. You already knew some things about him too, but never had the opportunity to personally meet him until now. Then, the so awaited time of finally meeting your betrothed came.

You hadn't been received by him at the moment where you arrived to Dragonstone the same way the rest of his family had, because he was "fulfilling duties and responsabilities", as you had been told. In fact, you had only met your betrothed during dinner, as you were sat in front of him. You had only eyed him once as everyone was sitting at the table to prepare for dinner; you thought, he was cute, and at some point, you were grateful to the Gods of having been betrothed with someone who was near your age and seemed to be decent, rather than some sick jerk who would leave you stuck in an unwanted marriage. The way his green hazel eyes slightly sparkled with the flame of the candles placed in the table were certainly captivating. The problem was, you couldn't tell yet by his facial expressions whether or not he was acquiescent to your betrothal. But of course, you were more than eager to offer him liberty in your marriage, and allow him to be with whomever he truly desired in case feelings weren't romantically mutual, and only liked each other as a mere friendship. Strangely enough, the idea of simply being friends during your betrothal was slightly disappointing to you.

As everyone chatted during dinner, your eyes scanned the whole room, as well as the people surrounding you. Your brother, who was sitting by your side, brought you some comfort at the still unfamiliarity of the place, and the faces. They had all been polite and gentle towards you, but you still couldn't help but feel an unpleasant sensation of anxiety rising in your chest. As a way of coping with the increasing nervousness, you began fidgeting with your own fingers; your eyes scanning everything – and everyone – until they suddenly fell to Lucerys' hazel eyes, who was already staring at you without you having noticed. At seeing the sudden presence of him eyeing you, you couldn't help but gulp, as your facial expressions became strained under his intense gaze, accompanied of a warm crimson faintly appearing on both your cheeks – a certain reddish colour that as faint as it was, it was still too notorious to pass unseen. At seeing how flustered your face had become, the young Prince couldn't help a sly smirk growing on his face, feeling too contented by the way he was making you feel. Unbeknownst to you, in his mind, he was loving how sweetly shy and pretty you looked as he stared at you, becoming more and more nervous as seconds passed by.

Almost unconsciously, you quickly lowered your gaze to your lap – breaking the eye contact– at realising how the Lordling was suddenly smirking at your shyness as the two of you couldn't help but keep staring at each other. The fidgeting on your fingers intensified, as the pounding on your heart grew, and you couldn't help but anxiously gulp. A slight, warm smile you weren't able to contain formed on your lips at the thought of the Prince you were suddenly taking a like to was deeply staring at you, but in a way, you weren't sure if he was actually making fun of – or mocking – you on his mind, rather than simply be admiring you. Your brother's voice interrupted your train of thoughts, “Is everything alright, (n/n)?” a faint hint of concern could be heard on his voice as he whispered to you. “I am feeling unwell, brother.” You lied, whispering back to him, as you simply stared at your now cold, untouched food; not daring to look back to Lucerys. In front of you, next to where your betrothed was sitting, Jace's face also became slightly worried as he couldn't help but hear your small conversation, after noticing the small staring contest his younger brother and you were sharing.

Your brother – in a soothing way– placed his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it as he noticed how truly anxious you were. Without a second thought, you stood up from where you were sitting, and your hands went to fidgeting with your dress. “May I be excused, your Grace? I am feeling rather unwell.” your voice as low as it was, it was still vehement enough. The sudden attention you got from the people sitting at the table after standing up and speaking only made the anxious knot in your stomach worsen. “You are excused.” Rhaenyra answered. “Is there something we might assist you with, sweetling?” Much like your brother's, Rhaenyra seemed notoriously concern as well, but her voice was calm and soft. In response, you gently shook your head. “No, your Grace. I simply need some fresh air.” being given a single nod as an approval of you leaving the table, you were quick in making your way out of the room, as you guided yourself to the garden the Queen had shown you. As you left, Lucerys' smirk suddenly fell, as worry – and slight guilt – of having made you feel uncomfortable grew on his chest. Meanwhile, Jace exchanged concerned looks with your brother.

The halls seemed never ending as you walked towards the Garden, but once you arrived, you released a big, deep sigh of relief as you lifted your hand to your chest, feeling your intense heartbeating decreasing as the fresh, slightly cold wind hit your face. You felt a minor embarrassment grow in you at the thought of you practically fleeing the dinner, but you simply couldn't take the heavy feeling of the Prince's precious hazel eyes staring down at yours – and another warm blushing appeared on both your cheeks as you remembered the swift moment you shared back there. Trying not to think much about it, you walked towards the outstandingly big tree standing in the middle of the garden; leaves ruffling as the wind passed, occasionally making some of those leaves fall to the grass. You sat under the tree, and you lifted your sight to stare at the moon, who warmed you with it's nitid moonrays. A sudden, juvenile voice interrupted your thoughts once again. “Lady Stark? Are you alright?”

You rapidly turned your head to look at where the familiar voice had come from, only to find yourself with your betrothed making his way towards you – his voice was calm and soft as he spoke. “I am alright, my Prince, I just needed fresh air. Thank you for your concern.” You lowly spoke, as Lucerys sat beside you, taking in every single one of your delightful facial features, who seemed even more precious under the moonlight, as he couldn't help but notice the warm blush in your face when you lowered your eyes back to your lap. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, but he quickly interrupted it by speaking. “I hope I have not made you feel uncomfortable with my staring, my Lady.” the nearer he was to finishing the sentence, the lower he spoke. You lifted your eyes to look back at him: his face was slightly covered by his brunette bangs, and a rosy colour was smeared all over his place. A certain liking grew for you at noticing his true gentle nature... perhaps, you liked him even more than you were before the two of you spoke. You gently shook your head and placed a tender hand on his shoulder. “Please, call me (y/n), my Prince. And I believe I should be the one apologising for fleeing in such way, I was simply overwhelmed with the idea of being betrothed, that's all.”

A warm feeling arose on his chest as you placed your hand on his shoulder, and tenderly rubbed it with your thumb. “Of course, my Lad– I mean, (y/n). You should feel free of referring to me as Luke as well, if you wish.” He could feel himself seconds away from melting under your touch, who was so genuinely caring and loving – perhaps, this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought. “I can say, I feel the same way. I was afraid of being betrothed to someone I wouldn't particularly enjoy being with, but when I first saw you as we were preparing for dinner, I could tell, that you are incredibly loving and beautiful – that is the reason of my staring, I was simply taking in your features, and I am quite satisfied with having been betrothed to you.” seven hells, right after saying that he wanted to slap himself right in the face for having blurted so much of what he though about you. As you nervously – and joyfully – giggled at his sweet words, the previously rose shade on your faces turned into a reddish one; crimson, like a rose.

You gently lifted your other free hand as to cup his cheek, and placed a sweet, small kiss on it, feeling the warmth of his skin. As you kissed his cheek, he couldn't help but nervously smile under your touch – the teasy, cocky facade slowly fading away, as he became a shy mess near your presence. “The feelings are mutual, Luke. I am so incredibly grateful to the Gods for having been betrothed to you. You look especially adorable when you blush, you know that?” the way you spoke his name was beautifully sweet-sounding to him. It was quite unbelievable, the effect you had on him; making his smartass-self wash away by simply referring to him as "cute when he blushed". Of course, he wasn't going to let you tease him back that easily. “I believe, you look even prettier when I stare at you and you become nervous under my gaze.” his voice mimicked your teasing tone, allowing himself to express his true, hidden nature with you. In response you smirked, as your hand was still cupping his cheek – your faces inches away from each other. “Really? Alright,” you began, “You know what happens to boys like you who act all cocky and teasy?” you asked, your voice was low and soft. His green hazel eyes deeply stared into yours, as he innocently tilted his head to his side. “Hm, what happens, Gevie? (beautiful)” gods, you were starting to like him better when he was acted all teasy, cocky, and like a true smartass.

“This,” the hand that was cupping his cheek, along with the one placed on his shoulders, both tackled his ribs. At the sudden unexpected contact on his soft spot, Luke loudly yelped, and quickly began giggling like a little blushy girl. Your fingers grasped the zones you imagined that would be his soft spot, and you were indeed right. The quietness of the night was disturbed by his loud laughter; he couldn't help but squirm and wiggle under your tickles. “No, wait, quit it!–” his attempts of stopping the tickling was absolutely futile, as you didn't matter in listening to him, but rather, teach him what happened to boys who had the audacity of leaving you in such nervous and blushing mess in public. Your fingers ascended to grasping some spots on his neck, causing his red to become even more reddish than he already was; he was practically at the edge of choking with his own laughter. “Yield!” he shouted, as you kept tickling the softest of his spots. “I yield!” he shouted once again, as you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him being extremely reddish, and loudly laughing.

Being gentle with him, your fingers stopped tickling him, allowing him to catch his breath once again – but he was still giggling, maybe at the remaining sensation of your fingertips grasping his weak zones; still feeling the ghost of your fingers. As he was still trying to recompose himself from the good laugh, you once again cupped both his cheeks, and pressed tightly your lips against his. At the sudden moment, his eyes widened, and his body tensed under your touch as his cheeks got warmer, and if possible, a slight darker shade of red. Eventually, he gave into the soft feeling of your lips, and fluttered shut his eyes; his hands cupping your cheeks as well. It only lasted for a minute until you had to break it apart from lack of air, but it felt eternal for the two of you. As you slowly separated your lips from his, you both slowly opened your eyes, and he couldn't help but stare at you with admiration and purely lovestruck – a toothy-grin forming on his rosy lips.

“Never tease the hidden teaser, my sweet.” flashing him a wink, you stood up from where you were sitting, and you straightened the wrinkles in your dress as he stumbled upon his words, trying to search for something appropiate in response. “I shall make my way towards my chamber at this late hour of the day, but I will surely see you in the morrow again... my Prince.” you placed a kiss on his forehead, and before he could even say anything coherent, you made your way towards your guest chamber as he watched you leave: heart pounding with a newly discovered puppy love for you, and sighing from how dreamy you were.

Maybe, your betrothal to Lucerys Velaryon wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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Lily extends a comforting offer to make tea, a welcoming gesture to warm everyone up after coming in from the cold. While she does that, Montgomery, the composed alpha, invites the Darlings to gather in the Living Room for a chat.

Montgomery: Well, Donna, this is a reunion I didn't anticipate in this lifetime. All this time has passed. You're still just as radiant as I remember, by the way.

Brick: Ay... obviously. We all got eyes, buddy. Keep it pushin'.

Donna: Brick. [Polite smile] Thank you, Montgomery. I appreciate the compliment.

Montgomery: Mr. Darling, I'd like to express my gratitude, if I may. You have stepped up where I fell short. Brick has shared stories about your family, and your other children. It's clear you've given them the life they deserve.

Yellow: Please, feel free to call me Yellow. Our children are the most precious parts of our lives. But I couldn't have done it without this angel right here.

The Darlings jump as the front door bursts open, allowing a flurry of cold air to swirl into the house.

Roxanne: Man, it's colder than a vampire's left nut out there!

Brick turned around and waved. Brick: Hey Rox. Welcome back.

Roxanne: Hey kiddo! How's it shakin'?

Roxanne hands Lily over a large bag filled with fresh meat from her recent hunt, and begins to remove layers of outerwear. Roxanne: That's for you, darlin'. Enjoy it while it's still warm. [Grins] Lily: [Smiles] Oh, thank you sweetie! I'm getting too old to hunt in the winter anymore. I'll go put this away for later. Montgomery: That's Roxanne. Roxanne: That's me, his main squeeze for the moment. [Chuckles]

Roxanne plops down on Montgomery's lap, and formally introduces herself to Donna and Yellow, then gives them a brief rundown on werewolf culture and the ways of the Collective.

Yellow: So Montgomery, you're sitting before us right now. How is this possible? Donna and I assumed you were gone all those years ago. Montgomery: In brief, I discovered that I've actually been a descendant of werewolves all along. The trait was dormant until that fateful day. The previous alpha, a mooncaster, was searching for descendants to build a strong pack. He found me and brought me back, introducing me to Lycanthropy. I've never felt more free.

Roxanne: Brick knows that feeling, don'tcha kid?

Montgomery: It's in his blood. He's an excellent wolf, a valuable asset to our pack. But, I'll be frank with you, Donna. The boy lacks discipline. He has no respect for his elders.

Donna: Well that's not true. Brick has made mistakes, but he's always been a well-mannered young man. Perhaps you've yet to get to truly know him; he's used to having a big support system.

Yellow: Speaking of support systems, Montgomery, in your expert werewolf opinion, do you think Brick is ready to safely reunite with his children? They need him just as much as he needs them.

Montgomery pauses, contemplating, as Lily chimes in.

Lily: In our pack, we have Little Jak, whom I've raised from a pup. Much like your connection with Brick, Yellow, I see Jak as my own. Brick is good with him.

Donna warmly thanks Lily for her input and glances at Montgomery and Roxanne, who both nod in agreement.

Montgomery: Well that settles it. For short periods of time only, Brick will be permitted to take trips to Brindleton Bay to visit his kids. But while he's away, I'll require frequent communication with the two of you.

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Loki's Little Secret (Part 3 of 3)

Part 1 here / Part 2 here

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: fluff time (as promised)

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for three months and you've kept your relationship a secret from everyone... until now

Based on this Ask:

Dividers by @harlequin-hangout

(LOKI POV)

"Can we speak inside, please?" you ask hopefully and she nods in agreement.

She takes a step back and let's you go into the apartment first. You walk nervously to the couch and take a seat on one end. You look down at your hands and try to take a deep breath when Y/N chooses to sit at the opposite end of the couch. You can't blame her for being so distant after everything that happened but you wish she was closer.

"Loki," she says softly, putting her hand over yours gently. You hadn't realized you had begun rubbing your hands together again until she prevents you from doing it.

You look up at her and she says, "Please talk to me. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before but I want to understand what happened."

You take another deep breath and begin to tell her what you should have told her when you first began dating. "I wanted to keep our relationship a secret in the hopes that anyone who meant to harm me would never think to come for you," you say.

Her hand squeezes yours lightly and you can't help but shift to sit closer to her. She moves a bit as well, closing the gap between you both. Every small action gives you hope that your relationship isn't completely lost.

You continue to explain, "As you know, the Avengers have an ever growing list of enemies both from Midgard and other worlds. Hydra and Midgardian criminals, Thanos and his army, dark elves from forgotten realms, anyone who has ever met Tony Stark."

She giggles lightly at your last example and although you are half joking you have to admit a disturbing number of people you have fought felt they had been wronged by Stark in some way. Her smile fades quickly as her eyes met yours, you can see worry replacing the brief moment of laughter. You continue to hold her hand tightly but move your other hand to brush a few loose strands of hair from her face. Your fingers brush against her ear softly as you tuck the hair away then you trail your fingers down her cheek. You let your hand fall slowly from her cheek, your eyes dropping to the hand that she is still holding.

"We are constantly being attacked and threatened as a group and as individuals for trying to protect this realm and I- I have more enemies then most," you tell her. "Fury and the Captain have made it clear to me that there are still many who see me as the villain who attacked this city. I will most likely never be able to change the opinions of those who lost loved ones during the Battle of New York, no matter how long I work with the Avengers. I am also painfully aware that there are several agents in SHIELD who feel as if I do not belong here. They do not trust me and would rather I had returned to Asgard. I imagine the only reason they do not express their disapproval of me more obviously is because of my brother and how much they value having him on the team." You hang your head knowing if it wasn't for Thor, you would never have been allowed to remain here. You would have been sent back to Asgard and the cell that awaited you there.

"I had no idea you were so worried about this Loki," she says quietly, letting go of your hand slowly as your heart sinks in response. "Why didn't you just talk to me?" She looks at you with a mixture of hurt and sadness.

"Honestly..." you start slowly and she nods. "I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you would leave me. I know that was selfish but I just thought... I thought I had it handled. I didn't realize how much pain I was causing you by pushing you to keep everything a secret. You deserved the chance to make your own decision about our relationship... if it was worth staying with me despite the potential dangers," you say as you lower your head in your hands.

"Gods, everything would have been so much simpler if we were on Asgard," you say quietly to yourself.

She touches your knee lightly, causing you to look up and responds by saying, "I would have still chosen to be with you Loki."

"You- you would have?" you ask, almost in disbelief and she nods with a small smile.

"Of course," she says and you feel like a fool for ever doubting her, for creating all of these issues out of your own fears. She reaches for your hand and you call feel her fingers entwine around yours. "I will always choose to be yours. I...," she pauses for a moment and you wait anxiously for her to continue. "I love you, Loki," she says.

Your eyes lock on hers as you bring one hand to her cheek. She leans into your touch and you tell her, "I have loved you since the moment I met you, Y/N." You feel your whole body relax as a warm smile spreads across Y/N's lips, a smile you were unsure you would ever see again. You run your thumb gently along the soft skin on her cheek and say, "There is one more thing you should know."

Her smile falters and she tries to look away from you but you keep eye contact with her. "This is not the first time I've told you that I love you, but it is the first time you've heard it," you tell her and her expression changes from worried to confused. You laugh lightly and say, "Every morning, before I would leave, I would kiss you softly so as not to wake you and I would whisper you that I love you more than anything in the nine realms."

Her smile returns, "I heard you once... but I thought I had dreamed it."

You shake your head no, still unable to stop smiling as you feel your relationship being back on track. Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her neck, slowly pulling her towards you. She finishes closing the distance and presses her lips to yours. You put your arm around her as you lean back against the couch. She moves with you, pulling your other arm around her as she curls up against you. She closes her eyes and you kiss the top of her head lightly. "I love you," you whisper and she snuggles as close to you as possible.

After a few moments of comfortable silence she sits up and turns to face you. She bites her lip and you can tell she is thinking, you can't help but be worried about what her next words will be.

"I guess I have another question," she finally says quietly. "You said... things would have been simpler on Asgard, what did you mean?"

"If we were on Asgard, everyone would have known you were mine from the start, there would have been no need for secrecy," you say. "I would have asked you to move into the palace with me not only because I can't bear to be apart from you but also to keep you safe. You would have been under my protection and that of Asgard's army and the royal guards, no one would dare touch you."

"So... if you're solution on Asgard would have been to keep me closer in order for you to watch over me and keep me safe-," she pauses as if she is thinking of what she wants to say next.

"And because I love you," you add, pulling her close to you again. She giggles and kisses your cheek lightly before continuing.

"I just mean, why couldn't we do that here?" she asks and you raise your eyebrow curiously. "Wouldn't I be just as safe at the Tower, surrounded by SHIELD agents and the Avengers?"

"Yes, I suppose you would be," you answer, unsure of why you didn't think of this before.

She smiles but you can see the nervous energy rising in her, "So, maybe I should um..."

You keep one arm around her waist while your other hand slides up her back then begins to run through her hair slowly. She looks up at you as her words trail off and you finish her thought. "Y/N, would you move in with me?" you ask and she nods quickly causing you to laugh.

(Y/N POV - the next morning)

"Good morning my love," Loki mumbles sleepily, his arms pulling you closer to him.

"Good morning Loki," you reply as you open your eyes slowly. He starts to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders lazily as you rub your fingers up and down his arms.

The two of you lay together quietly for a few minutes then you decide you are thirsty enough to try to pry yourself from his arms. You try to get up, shifting away from Loki but he doesn't release you. His strong arms hold your back flush against his chest.

"Stay," he whispers and you giggle softly.

"I just want to get a drink, Mischief, it'll take one minute," you tell him, trying to slide away from him again.

He doesn't respond, instead he waves his hand and conjures a glass of water onto the nightstand with a green glow. You reach for the glass but it is just beyond your fingertips.

"Loki," you say with a laugh, "This doesn't really help much."

He sighs and relaxes his hold of you so you can sit up and take the glass. As soon you you rest your back against the headboard, he moves to lay with his head in your lap. You play with his hair gently while you drink the water. When you finish drinking, you set the glass back down and say, "I had no idea you were this cuddley."

"I'm making up for lost time," he responds and you kiss the top of his head. He sits up just enough to kiss you and you kiss him back.

Pushing him onto his back, you curl up on his chest and he wraps his arms around you. He runs his fingers up and down your back slowly and you close your eyes.

"I can't wait to spend every morning like this," Loki says.

"I'm going to be late for work a lot," you laugh.

(THOR POV - later that day)

You sit at the island and check your phone, you haven't seen or heard from Loki since you arrived at the Tower last night. You thought he was going straight to his room but he wasn't there when you stopped by this morning. You hoped that meant he was at Y/N's apartment and not hiding somewhere else.

You put your phone back into your pocket and ask, "I'm sorry Rogers, what were you saying?" as you rejoin the conversation.

The whole team was crowded around the island talking while Wanda, Bruce and Sam finished cooking dinner. You weren't sure what they were making but it smelled amazing.

The two of them walk into the kitchen and you can't help but ask, "Loki, anything you and Y/N wish to tell us?"

A few minutes later, Bucky stops making a joke mid-sentence and everyone in the kitchen goes quiet. You look over towards the doorway and see what the distraction is. Loki and Y/N are standing at the entrance to the kitchen, holding hands.

Loki and Y/N exchange excited smiles and she nods to him. He let's go of her hand and puts his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He looks at each member of the team then directly at you. "Yes, brother, there is," he answers.

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Hi I was scrolling through you blog and I saw the post about Rwby and the Racism issue and I was wondering how did Rwby failed in all 3 categories?

I have seen other POCs express their distain regarding fantasy racism and fantasy oppression because you are taking a real life minority experience and using it for your white race (Hunger Games and Bright are examples). Then we have some that says as long as that race is an allegory or being race coded is fine such as Zootopia. Did Rwby followed or try to followed these examples?

That moment when your blog is just chocked full of posts about this topic that you can't find the specific one-

So, I want to preface that this post is my perspective, and it will not always align with other POCs' opinions on similar matters. We're not a monolith, and I speak from my own experiences.

Long Post Ahead

I don't think I can answer the 3 categories you mentioned because I literally cannot remember which post has that. So I'm very sorry.

So I'll start with the next part. In matters regarding the Hunger Games and its usage of societal discrimination, I personally would not say that it's a bad example, and race plays a more subtle part in the totalitarian world of Panem. THG as a series is a commentary on what will happen when we let the government exploit and divide the people, keeping us under their thumb with a cruel system disguised as a form of social order rather than what it truly is. Hell, even the main villain of the series President Snow (spoiler ahead) in the prequel claimed that the Games are a method of showing order in a world thrust into chaos, that the tributes are part of a larger game of reminding everyone in Panem that they are only parts of a bigger machine in order to keep peace. Which the series clearly stated that what he's saying is propaganda, and the world isn't just full of woes. It is capable of love, kindness, and unity even in an environment where the people kill each other.

Sorry for the long rant, but I would highly recommend you read the series. Panem as a world setting isn't a fantasy perse, more like a hypothetical America or any similar nation where the discrimination based on race, class, and everything not considered "norm" is something inspired by real-life without making it a direct example, it's a series encompassing the struggles of being free and allowed to love without being oppressed, which can be seen by any race. I encourage you to get into a deeper analysis of this wonderful series, it's worth it.

And for Zootopia? I would not consider it allegorical. At all. It obviously takes inspiration from real-life racism, particularly that in the States, but just...

If you equate the predators in Zootopia, who are discriminated against because of their instincts to hunt prey and are faced with constant fear that they will kill their prey peers based on instinct or via drug, on any non-white groups in America, while the prey animals are white people? You... you see the issue, right?

You see the issue of making a fictional race that instinctually behaves very differently from humans via eating others an allegory to real-life races, especially black people, right???

That's why I wanted RWBY and the Faunus to be their own thing because the premise itself is fantastical. Don't Write Real Life Racism with Fantastical Allegories. PLEASE. RWBY shot itself in the fucking foot when they equate the Faunus to Black Civil Rights Issues when they aren't educated enough on the topic to even discuss it. If that was what they wanted, just write black people. There are other ways where you can write a fantasy racism plot without allegorizing it to real-life racism. Just write the fucking latter.

RWBY failed, and it failed badly. Even if you don't have the whole Faunus be about Black Civil Rights, the writers still INTENTIONALLY write a disabled child slave fighting for his rights after being abused by a corporation to be the VILLAIN. Not just any kind of villain, but the kind to abuse his loved ones, kill his own kind, aim for mass murder, and never actually gave a shit about his rights. That alone should tell you enough about whether or not RWBY failed or not.

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