#shouting out into the void of my bio

[finniestoncrane]

ok yeah uh here's the thing i don't have to explain myself so i won't be

#i'm a very nice person and i wish you all the best and i don't have to struggle to reiterate that fact and make sure someone understands #when i feel like those two things are very clear about me from my bio and my posting #i just feel a bit blergh after that message and i think i lashed out but jhkjhasd #finnie shouts into the void

[wiredelta]

my brain is constantly abuzz and the memories of feelings from when I first started experimenting are all flooding back

#I keep looking at my bio and almost crying #this is a lot #it's something I've probably wanted to do for almost 10 years now #but I've been too afraid #I'm still too afraid #but now that some switch inside me has been flipped it's like I can't be stopped #and yet. I have no fucking clue how to actually come out lmao #it feels easier to post to tumblr cause like. idk it's like shouting into the void #and who knows?? maybe someone might hear idk but that's not my problem! #am I asking for someone to validate me? maybe! I don't even know #maybe I'm just validating myself first by putting it out there somewhere #I never thought it would start happening so fast but I don't think my brain will allow me to slow down #it might self destruct from the pressure lol #Wired talks

[inkovert]

Writeblr (Re)-Introduction

« A B O U T »

Hello there! Call me Ink (she/her pronouns). I'm a black female writer in my late 20s. I've been on writeblr since 2018 (according to my ~ archive ~) and I've probably made a couple intros since then, but nothing quite as organized/formal as this so - here we are!

I primarily write contemporary/literary fiction (which I know isn't super prevalent on writeblr so happy to bond with any fellow litfic writers). I enjoy writing deeply introspective, character-driven stories (I think because, I'm learning, I'm a deeply inspective person lol) so if that's your cup of tea then check out my WIP(s) below :)

Links/places to find me (if you are on any of these sites, pls connect with me! I'm actively looking for other writers to follow)

Wattpad

Instagram/Twitter: @rianeblackwell (my writer pen name!)

Random things about me/how I run my blog

I'm a dual-degree bio graduate student so I spend my days pipetting shit in a lab

outside of writing, I enjoy reading (when I have the patience and bandwidth for it), watching anime (fav: fruits basket; currently watching: one piece), (guided) painting, and...sleeping?

I am ask game and tag game friendly! Though it may take me time to respond to tag games.

You will typically find me posting my random thoughts about things (tagged: inkoverted thoughts) - as I said I am introspective af so this constitutes like 90% of what I post. my writing you say? yeah we're still working on growing the gonads to post about that consistently or at all :^)

Because I have so many thoughts, I just started a writeblr discourse series called Spilled Ink (tagged: spilled ink) so that I'm not just shouting into the void and can (hopefully) have people talk back to me and share their opinions

I am always down to talk! seriously. a message in my ask box will never fail to brighten my day so come talk to me about anything and everything.

« W I P S »

Again, unlike most on writeblr (I feel like such an oddball here sometimes), I do not have a trillion WIPs to list and advertise. I'm very much the person that prefers to focus on one WIP at a time. That said, I do have one main WIP and a side-WIP that I started out of spite (and haven't touched since):

My Dearest Enemy (YA literary fiction) | WIP intro | WIP tag | read on wattpad

a coming-of-age story about a 17-year-old aspiring artist whose artwork is deteriorating as she struggles to come to terms with the death of her father a year prior. as the story unfolds she meets a series of new people who force her to contend with the bleak reality she's settled for. the emotional journey that results opens up her world, and ultimately unearths a shocking truth.

Untitled Romance WIP (Contemporary fiction) | no tag or intro just yet

a story about a black female physician assistant living a life of self-sabotage as she jumps from one unfulfilling "relationship" to another. she's been convinced, by society and past experiences, that someone as "dark" as her needs to settle for any form of affection she can get. fairly tale love stories with happy endings don't happen to people like her. But when her crush from high school who unknowingly started her streak of self-sabotage suddenly reappears in her life, she has to decide whether it's worth giving him another chance.

#writeblr intro #writeblr reintroduction #writeblr #writing #about me #writers of tumblr #my wips

[ballpit-bakery]

shout out to minimum wage workers that get possessed gotta be one of my favorite genders

Characters in order: Candie (@idiot-mage-cloudie),K.K (@labratgurlz ), Daniel ( @welpimspooky), William, Ronnie ( @mordi-mord ) and OWO ( @you4-l0cal-1d10t-ar1 ) (hope y'all don't mind the tags lol)

Individual photos + costume info under cut

Candie:

I heard the sentence “sleep deprived moth” and went feral. They deserve a nap and a cozy robe modeled like a moth. They go “snoooreee mimimimi snoooreeee mimimimi” and hold a candle when something bumps in the night. also I saw the white eyeliner and was like mhm yes.

K.K:

Cringe culture is dead and so are they. No idea what eye color they had so I just reversed the 3d glasses colors. Saw that the collar of their jacket was popped up so I did that as well. Also nonbiney swag alert

Daniel:

His bio says that his possession kinda fucked with his aging so I combined the features of an old man and a young adult and we get a 40 year old. Very tired. Accidentally made him extremely short for some reason,,, so whoops. He’s also the most classic edl out of the bunch bc he reads like a 3ds mii (because he’s an old man get it)

William:

He’s not old enough to work in a factory so he gets to work at a diner. He can not escape the diner no matter what universe he’s in.

Ronnie:

He reads to me like he’d like Garfield and jingle about like a fool. I was mainly inspired by the April Fools parody drawing that Mordi did of him. also anytime I drew him in my sketchbook I gave him finger guns so that should mean something right.

OwO:

No idea what color their fur was so I improvised. Also!!! Small!!! You can pick them up by the hood like a kitten!!!! Precious thing!!!!!! They are the void that stares back!!!!!!

#SUPRISE EDL ENJOYERS YALL EATING GOOD TONIGHT #gonna give them all a lil kiss (except will he doesn't deserve it) #others ocs #art for others #oc art #miitopia #ex dark lord #william sugarpine (oc) #digital art #miitopia art

[nono-bunny]

why do people on tumble think everything is gay. like every time two characters of the same sex are close yall be like, they're in love they're soul mates. Wishful shipping?

Wow, this a pretty funny first ask to get! Hi!

So.... Couple of things here, I suppose!

First "people on Tumblr" is a funny label to use considering you are literally on here as well, and I'm guessing found my post about the "gay Barbie movie". Just... kind of a lack of awareness here lol

Secondly, I was talking about Barbie and the Diamond Castle, a movie that as a kid literally opened me up to the possibility of me not being straight- grew up in a queer family, btw, but that was the movie that made me go "women??? 👀" so when I am talking about that one I am quite literally talking from personal experience even before I was ever on Tumblr

Thirdly... Why the fuck do you care whether or not I see some relationships in Mattel's kid oriented Barbie movies as straight or gay or... literally anything? Tumblr is kinda all about shouting your thoughts into a void where like minded people are hanging out. If you happen to hear something you don't like, it's legit the easiest thing ever to just block and move on rather than come at someone anonymously in the asks... Unless you are literally just asking, in which case, the answer is already in the question, I suppose: "wishful shipping" for fun, because it doesn't hurt anyone and shouldn't be any of your business or concern you if you disagree with my takes (unless they make you uncomfortable for some reason...)

Assuming you found me and that post through the Barbie tag or something, let me just tell you this: Barbie Roberts would be SO disappointed in you rn. There may not be any canon gay relationships in Barbie as of now (to my current knowledge at least), but with Barbie!vloggerverse being the current long running iteration and front runner, and from how I've seen the way she consistently advocates and gives a safe space to talk for a lot of marginalized communities... Barbie is 100% not someone who would ever tolerate coming to someone's asks and questioning them on an entire site's tendency to talk about queer shit when that site has a very heavy queer demographic in the first place, like... What the fuck?

I also personally don't even like??? Ship exclusively queer ships, which your ask does kinda seem to imply. Scroll just a bit on my blog, or heck, even look at my bio, and you can see I'm very into romance in general. I don't see it anywhere and everywhere, which seems to be a common sentiment when people don't like a ship, and some friendships are just that in my eyes as well: friendships. But some dynamics seem to lean into the romantic vibe more than the platonic one, and that's when shipping happens, regardless of the gender of the characters or whether that'd make it a gay ship or not.

That being said, my takes on the "gay Barbie movies" are not uncommon, here or elsewhere, because whether by accident or otherwise, they tend to be REALLY rife with queer undertones and metaphors, and people notice! Queer color coding, an indifference by the main characters to the "default" opposite gender love interests, popular queer ideals of living (fucking!! Cottagecore girlfriends cohabitating together in the middle of the woods!!!)... Maybe one or two would go unnoticed or ignored, but the movies I've talked about tend to somehow have all of these and more, so... Is it really that big of a surprise when people take notice? There are movies where I ship the Kens and the Barbies, just as there are movies where I ship the Barbies with the Barbies (or Raquels, or Teresas, or any other female Barbie characters) because it all depends on the way things are portrayed! I don't automatically go into a movie thinking "hmm I wonder which gay ship shall I invent out of thin air today!" because, evidently... I'm not the only one to see that at the very least the potential for these things is there!

I think I'm going to go rewatch Barbie in the Diamond Castle now. Because I enjoy it, and I ship the two main characters, and it's a great movie regardless of whether it's gay or not! It is gay though, and you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who disagrees with me on this on Tumblr.com

#barbie #barbie movies #lgbtq #barbie is literally a doll you use to play out your own stories shut the fuck up #my barbies were gay and straight and bi in equal measures why shouldn't the Barbie Cinematic Universe barbies reflect that

[rougekithes]

Rouge - 26 - she/her/they/them - GER/ENG - Artist - ISTJ - 9w1

Make sure to have an age indicator in your bio or pinned post or I will block you if you follow me.

Posting mostly Genshin content, but JJK, AoT and BNHA are common too.

I'm what the kids these days call a "pro-shipper". While the problematic stuff isn't my personal cup of tea, I also think you stink if you harass people for what fictional ships they may have.

Faves:

Genshin -> Xiao, Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno - There's more but yeah.. BNHA -> Dabi, Hawks, Endeavor, Mirio JJK -> Nanami, Toji, Geto AoT -> Eren, Levi, Jean, Porco, Zeke

Cyno/Tighnari ;; Endeavor/Hawks ;; Dabi/Hawks ;; Sato/Sugu Shipper

Tags:

#rouge: chit chat -> personal chatter #💌 kith mail -> asks #rouge has friends -> reblog chit chat with moots #the gallery -> art tag #old art -> art reposts from my old blog #rouge plays genshin -> I use this liberally, but it's just what it says

#tw mental health #bpd

I use the last two rarely, but feel free to blacklist these if they make you unfomfortable. My brain doesn't function normally and while I usually keep my mental health private, I sometimes feel like shouting into the void.

As I stated above, I'm a proshipper. I believe in ship-and-let-ship. But I generally also just believe in live-and-let-live. The things someone may like in fiction do not always mean they also like these things in real life. So let people do whatever the hell they do as long as they don't go out of their way to intentionally harm other people.

So if that's a problem for you, you know where to find the door.

Again, please have an age indicator in your bio or pinned post or else I will assume you are a minor and will block you.

Do not follow if:

you are some sort of piece of shit, be it a p*do/MAP, racist, homophobe, transphobe or what have you.

you have a problem with swearing

you have a problem with dark content

you have a problem with kinks

you somehow believe I'm responsible for your online experience, if you follow me you should be an adult and know how to use the internet; aka. blacklisting things you don't want to see or unfollow/block me if you need to.

That's all. Have a nice stay. <3

#about me #BYF #mdni

[generalgemini-booknerd]

It’s my birthday. 42. I am old and trying not to be sad.

My birthday has never been a great day for me. When I was young, it was because my parents were divorced and didn’t get along, full-stop. So being with one meant being without the other. And If I was with my bio dad, he would just take my on my birthday to spite my mom. So it really wasn’t so much a celebration for me, so much as an excuse for him to go to the bar and get shit-faced.

As I got older, it just seemed like things just..happened on my birthday to make it suck. And so I learned to just treat it as another day. I don’t have parties. I don’t really go anywhere. I usually just have a quiet dinner with family.

This morning, two people messaged me on Facebook to say happy birthday. My half brother, who I am pretty estranged from, and a former best friend, who got married and ditched her former life to make her husband’s life her WHOLE LIFE. And in looking at the message history there, the last time I talked to either of them was 2 years ago today, and it was the same 2 word message.

I’m a good person. I’m kind to strangers and animals. I work hard, pay my bills (mostly on time, lol). I love my family and friends fiercely. This should be enough. But today it isn’t.

I get that posting on tumblr is like shouting into a void. I don’t post this expecting a response. And I generally keep my personal shit off my tumblr. But today, I just needed some place to think my thoughts, preferring to type them all out than speak them out loud.

#not so happy birthday to me #personal

[maelstromgrymm]

Might as well put up a little about myself since I kind of just made and started going nuts on this during my shift today.

Name's Nick. 31, transmasc, pansexual, polyamorous, who has worked retail for almost 10 years now, so I got stories, and you're gonna hear them. I've been advised this might be a therapeutic way to get through things, so don't mind the fact I might be sporadic on here. If that's not your thing, don't worry about following.

I'm working my current job to try and save for life improvements down the line that cost way more than they should. Most of which being medical, some being living arrangements. So I'm probably gonna be in this for the long run with price of living being more than what I typically make in a year. So, each day I have a new story, I'll try to remember to get it up on here. I'll probably never lack content, but I might lack the memory to post.

I currently live with the best possible human being any person could ask for. Without them, I doubt I could've gone on as long as I have thus far. They're probably reading this right now, being the main force for me going back on Tumblr after years of inactivity on my old account. If so, then, yousa cute binch 💗

I love things like Pokémon, puzzles, logic games, building things, cats, bats and birbs. While I'm not good at most games, I tend to try anything to see if I have fun with it, then go from there. I'm an aspiring writer who can't balance inspiration and time to save my life. I'm a youtube addict with a channel that somehow amassed 5k subs in 10+ years of posting. Mostly song edits, clip MVs, random stuff I think I'd like to watch and make. If interested, I'll try to figure out how to post a direct link in my bio. And I will still die on the hill of letting Waluigi in Smash. I don't care if they're done putting fighters in it, GET HIM IN THE GAME WITHOUT ME NEEDING TO MOD MY SWITCH.

I may be autistic, or somewhere on the spectrum. Never got tested, thanks to my scumbag father who didn't want a "broken kid", so it's unclear until I can get a proper diagnosis. But I have traits that makes it clear that I might be. So, if you try to message me to chat, please be patient, because social interaction is always difficult for me. I'll try to respond, and if I can manage not to be a nervous wreck, maybe we can talk about mutual interests. At least text has a backspace if needed.

I also miss snow. I'm in a landlocked desert of a state. I grew up in New England. Send snow.

That's about as much as I can think of to clarify for now, might update or edit every so often, though this'll probably get buried in due time and I'll forget I even did this. But hopefully, if you like what you see, give me a follow, so I can feel like my venting and short stories aren't being shouted at to the void on here.

Now to get back to work.

#expect more from me soon #wish me luck #I'm bored

[shinobswrites]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier. repost, do not reblog!

mun name: shinobi, shinobs

pronouns: she/her

rp experience/how long (months/years?): 8 or 9 years? i think i started rping in 2014 or 2015? i started with krp, but left the community in 2020. with the help of cherry (@onehope) i started my multi-muse blog in 2021. shout-out to you! 🥰

rp pet peeves/deal-breakers: when i try to plot with them and come around with ideas after i read their character bios/infos, but they only reply with "sounds good!" or "i like this." and nothing else. like i get, when you like this idea so much there is nothing to add, but some kind of input like if you want me to write the starter or something would be still highly appreciated. also, when i send people unprompted asks coz i think they like it, but they never reply to it. i have no problems with them not having the motivation to reply to it, but it's still kind of heartbreaking to see them replying to other people's asks for the same character. we all have our lives outside of rping, and don't always have time to reply (which i am highly guilty of), but idk, that's how i feel everytime i see this on my dash. i really like writing these, but they always seem to vanish into the void which makes me unappreciated and not wanting to send out stuff anymore.

fluff, angst or smut: angst first, then insinuations of smut and full fluff when the plot is running!

plots or memes: both. i don't mind sending out memes to characters i have never interacted with before. i also am always down for brainstorming.

long or short replies: both. my average replies are mostly around 2 or 3 paragraphs, but it can vary.

best time to write: when i am sitting on the train, listening to music and look outside the window to see the landscapes running past me.

are you like your muse(s): not really.

tagged by: stolen from @changqwi.

#&&. ooc: about the mun

[q-gorgeous]

my facebook bio as started in 2011 or later

i almost posted this without a read more but like this doesnt need to just be sitting in the open does it

a cheese covered popsicle bird,sittin in a tree, fartin for its life. hairy cheese snorin for some crab feelin lik it's green.(u kno wat dat means.) dont choke urself.......u may be full of candy. I will be watching the sky's movement........ do not freak me out sky. O_O if only the britsh irishman could confuse the lolipop out of ur daisies so that they could red ur blue cheese I love to sing, read, draw, and be with my friends. I dont like people butting in my business, MANY popular people, bullies,mor anyone who thinks they can do whatever they want. I seem to be bad at keeping friends looking at the point that i have lost quite a few :P well my bio from like two years ago sucks lets update it shall we? wull im [QUISHAWEASLEY] as facebook tells you and i like to sing read and draw and stuff i draw pictures/paint stuff for friends or contests on instagram i read for twelve hours straight once xD and i wanna be on the voice or something but i still needa get better and dat and ye [NOT FRIEND] is mah bae bbf bby fer lyfe [DINGUS] is mah ultra bae cuz ye and murt is panda idk lol wull bye then lol xP Well look were back here again So i am usually called [NAME]/[NAME]/quisha. Whatever one you prefer I am still doin choir and music and stuff and i am also still doin art. I got accepted into miad so im excited about that My favorite medium to use is crayon because not many people use crayon and i appreciate the way it looks I also rlly enjoy ed edd n eddy because i am a child stuck in the 2000s I am a supporter of all rights and people and i will slice anyone who dares deny someone that and ye Well howdy ho neighbor back to updating this gosh darned thing. Im also known as quishaweasley Right now i am in my first year at miad almost done with my first semester. I declared my major and plan on going into illustration. Ive met some kool people there that i enjoy alot so shoutout to paige, gavin, cameron, tala, kylie and anyone else i chat with alot. I still like singing and everything but i no longer have to opportunity to perform with a choir since im not in high school anymore. Crayola and crayons are still the best thing ever and its my go to medium. Ive also been getting into 4d things at school. I still also rlly enjoy ed edd n eddy and i want to animate in that style The past couple of months have been rough because [DINGUS] stepped out of the picture but who needs the lard anyways. Im looking forward to the things i get to do in the future with the people who care about me so x1x1x-x1x4x-x1x7x x:x]x well if im not back for this dumb ritual then i wont say hidey ho yo i go by either [NAME] or quisha, depending on how you met me. im a week from being done with my third semester of college, and its goin gud. along with majoring in illustration im thinking of minoring in digital media production or whatever its called. i still use crayons every once in awhile when i can and my program of choice is illustrator. my shows that are like best are ed, edd, n eddy, danny phantom, and gravity falls. funfact, when i finished watching gravity falls i was like "nah it had a satisfactory ending to it and it was good. i dont need to read fanfiction or watch it millions of times or anything" and guess what happened i got sucked deep into the depths of that fandom and who knows when ill escape also minecraft is gr8. shoutout to gerby who im pretty sure is my best friend. u da bomb hidey hey im back again idk why im doing this its only been a semester since the last one alots changed since then i guess? idk. i still go by either [NAME] or quisha but ive picked up a new nickname "gorgi" because of this whole thing that was the best ever i dont use crayons as much anymore but ive finally figured out how to paint in photoshop and thats become my go to instead of illustrator i still like ed edd n eddy and gravity falls but danny phantom hooked me up, reeled me in, and tied me up and im stuck in the phandom now shout out to laz my bestie lexxie the most coolest been feeling better than i have in a long time after the whole phandom event thing that happened in february so thats cool shoutout to them ok im done this is blp

#gorgi #catch me #shouting out into the void of my bio #catch me telling laz shes cool #somewhere she can never deny it #is this interesting #do u see how cringe i was in middle school #did u see the way i typed #i thought that was faster to type out than words

[shinizenchi]

i love writing up very specific lore for my ocs that only 2 other people care about but this is for me. this blog is where i will archive all my shit. no roleplay only oc bio dumps.

#out. #shoutout to daena and cj u da real ones #im sdlfkjds kidding mostly but god #it feels like writing on tumblr for me is mostly shouting into the void #anyway nova's revamped bio is nearly done i'm just working on her in-world connections #maybe one day i'll actually write smth abt diamond city #from my perspective i guess #since it's so fucking expansive and it's not even -mine- #i just took all of my kids and shoved them in there

[spine-buster]

the hurt/comfort, pt. 2; continued.

A/N: ...and now, the resolution. And I promise it gets better from here :)

Side note: I cannot take credit for the words in the note -- they were beautifully written by the Quebecois director Xavier Dolan after the tragic passing of French actor Gaspard Ulliel, and was in his tribute to Ulliel on Instagram.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s missing?!” Rasmus shrieked frantically.

“—Listen, Aleida went out to find her—” Aberdeen tried to explain, but to no avail.

“Find her? What the fu—Aberdeen, what the fuck happened?!”

“Ras, calm down—” William tried to intervene, but again to no avail.

“Hur kan någon förvänta sig att jag ska vara lugn när min flickvän är försvunnen?!” Rasmus shouted in Swedish, the only language he could even think to express himself in right now towards his best friend. [[ How can anyone expect me to be calm when my girlfriend is missing?! ]]

“Saylor was at the game tonight and caught her in the family lounge. She made a comment about needing Bio Oil for her scars on her face and how brutal they are. Aleida caught her crying in the washroom but when she went to check on her again, she was gone,” Aberdeen tried to explain as calmly and quickly as she could.

Rasmus felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was almost as if he shifted back to being a young kid unable to speak or understand English when the words left Aberdeen’s mouth. It was only when the weight of the words finally hit him that he felt himself become red with anger. “She’s fucking dead,” he seethed.

“You don’t have to worry about her,” Bee piped in, still holding Helena who was sound asleep. “Aleida called Chris and had her and Gina arrested for cocaine possession in the stands. It was an entire scene. They were caught on security cameras.”

Morgan, John, William, Fred – all their jaws dropped. Fred always knew his wife still had it in her. But that didn’t matter right now – what did matter was that Lusine was somewhere in downtown Toronto and Aleida was trying to find her. What also mattered was that Helena needed to be put to bed, regardless of how comfortable Bee’s arms were. “Bee, give her to me. If I get home I can see if Aleida brought Lusine over,” Fred said, outstretching his arms.

“I gotta go find her,” Rasmus mumbled, bolting for the stairs – not even having the patience to wait for the elevator.

“Hey!” William yelled after him. “You don’t even know where she is!”

“Better to look!” Rasmus yelled back, more determined than ever to find her.

***

Lusine was cold, but the heat blasting from the vents in Fred and Aleida’s car were warming her quickly. When a nice car had pulled up to her on the curb, honking, she thought the worst if she was being honest. Like, the worst – that she would be kidnapped or something. That she’d made the stupidest decision of her life running away from Scotiabank Arena and now one of her kidneys would be sold on the black market. But when the window rolled down and she saw Aleida’s face, she wasn’t as nervous – just confused. Aleida screamed at her to get in the car so they could go back to her townhouse. Lusine agreed, because it wasn’t like she was going to start defying Aleida. If it was anyone else, Lusine probably would have ran away down an alley to lose them, steadfast on wanting to walk home alone in the snowstorm while tears were still streaming down her face.

“How’d you know where to find me?” Lusine asked, her voice completely void of emotion as she curled up in the passenger seat. She was so emotionally exhausted, embarrassed of her behaviour, and just wanted to forget about everything.

“I didn’t. I made a lucky guess,” Aleida said. “Bay Street is always the street people choose because it’s quieter and you get to be alone with your tears.”

Lusine almost hated how accurate and on point Aleida was about everything. She decided not to respond, because she didn’t know if she could emotionally take it. In the silence, a text came through on the CarPlay. “Text message from…Fred heart emoji,” the computerized woman’s voice spoke loudly. “Helena is in bed. Did you find Lusine?”

“Respond to Fred,” Aleida spoke out. She waited for the screen to change. “We are on our way home.”

Lusine looked over at Aleida. “If Rasmus—can you please tell him I’m safe but I don’t want to see him or speak to him right now?”

“I can,” Aleida nodded her head, “but you know he’ll be upset and want to see you.”

“I know. But I can’t face him right now. Not after what I did and how I feel.”

The rest of the car ride was silent. Aleida pulled up to a very posh and modern looking townhouse, parking the car in the garage. They both got out of the car – Lusine with very little life in her – and followed Aleida to the garage door that led into the house. The second Aleida took out her key and stuck it in the lock, her phone began to ring. With only a single glance down at her screen, she looked back at Lusine. “Go inside, Lusine. I’ll meet you in there.”

“Is that Rasmus?”

“Go inside.”

Lusine did as she was told. She stepped in, leaving Aleida in the garage, who closed the door behind her. Lusine stood awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. She didn’t want to step into (what seemed like) this impeccably styled townhouse without permission.

“Is that you, babe?” Lusine suddenly heard Fred’s voice. She stood petrified in her spot as she watched his head pop out of a corner. When he saw it was her and not his beautiful, stunning wife, his face visibly changed – and softened. “Oh, hey Lusine.”

“Hi Frederik.”

“Freddie.”

“Aleida’s just—” she pointed towards the garage door, “—I think she’s on the phone with Rasmus.”

“Come in,” he said, waving her inside the house. “You want tea or something?”

Lusine shook her head. “I’m—no thank you, I’m fine,” she responded. “You have a beautiful home.”

“It’s even more beautiful if you come out of the hallway,” he cracked a smile.

Lusine took off her shoes and walked into the house gingerly, trying not to make a peep. She looked around, impressed with how styled and sophisticated everything looked. It was like a show home, but a lived-in show home. Lusine didn’t know how to explain it. It looked like it could be featured in a magazine spread, but it was also very obvious that a family lived in the space – from the playmat in the family room to the painted hand art hanging on the fridge and more. “You want chamomile? Peppermint tea?” Fred asked again, watching her as she looked around his home.

She was so shy, but Fred was being so warm that – like Aleida – she couldn’t deny him. “Um, chamomile is good. Thank you.”

He smiled before grabbing the kettle on the stove, setting up mugs and teabags. Lusine heard the garage door open and Aleida walk in. “Hey babe,” she called out.

“Hey,” Fred called back. “I’m making chamomile.”

“I’ll have one too,” Lusine could hear her. Eventually, she heard her footsteps down the hallway, and when Lusine looked behind her, Aleida was there in all her glory. Aleida put her hands on Lusine’s shoulders. “I’m going to check Helena. Then we can talk.”

Lusine nodded quietly. She watched as Aleida and Fred greeted each other, kissing and mumbling something to each other over the store before Aleida went upstairs for Helena. Sitting at their kitchen island, completely desolate, Lusine could only watch Fred as he prepared the tea mugs and filled the kettle. It wasn’t until he turned around to face her that he spoke. “Rasmus is crazy about you, you know.”

Lusine felt like crying all over again, but she kept it together. If it was so obvious to his teammates, why were there people hellbent on its destruction? “I know,” she said softly, nodding her head. “I’m crazy about him too.”

“What happened with those girls—whatever it was…” Fred began. “You’re better than that.”

“They made fun of my scars,” Lusine said. “Why—I mean, why would they do that?”

Fred shrugged. “I could tell you something you’ve probably heard a hundred times, but I’ll just tell you the truth,” he prefaced. “They’re fucking horrible people. That’s it. There’s nothing else to understand, Lusine, so stop trying to understand it. They’re horrible people, plain and simple.”

He was right. He was so right in his simplicity that Lusine almost wanted it to be more complicated because then that meant she might be able to wrap her head around it more. Sometimes, it was the simple things that were so hard to understand. “I don’t even—I don’t even care that they tried to get under my skin by telling me Rasmus tried to hook up with Sadie. It’s—”

“Rasmus never tried to hook up with Sadie,” Fred had furrowed his brows. “We all stay the hell away from that group. Plus he lived with William, and something like that wouldn’t have happened under his watch.”

She knew she just said she didn’t care, but there was still the slightest bit of relief in Lusine hearing those words come out of Fred. “Good to know.”

“And he was so angry when he heard what happened,” Fred told her. “Kasperi’s gotten yelled at by Morgan, me – on two separate and unrelated incidents – and Willy for his choice in women, so this was bound to happen. So he’ll be hearing from Rasmus too now. I don’t even think what Aleida did would cheer him up.”

It was Lusine’s turn to furrow her brows. “What did Aleida do?”

Fred smirked – proud of his wife. “She had Saylor and Gina arrested in the stands for cocaine possession.”

Lusine was stunned. Stunned. Arrested. For cocaine possession. The entire situation sounded like insanity, but if anybody was capable of doing such a thing – of getting someone arrested for cocaine possession in the stands of a Leafs game – it was Aleida Casillas-Andersen. Lusine tried to picture it – the security, the cops, the girls. She imagined shrieks. Screams. Bad behaviour.

Lusine actually laughed out loud.

She immediately covered her smile and giggles with her hands, staring at Fred who had an amused look on his face at her reaction. Then, they shared a moment – they both giggled. “Aleida’s a badass,” Lusine said.

“You don’t know the half of it, Lusine,” he said proudly.

“What are you two giggling about?” Aleida had a smile on her face as she descended the stairs, changed out of her stylish outfit and into comfier clothing.

“You,” Fred smiled at her. “How badass you are.”

She was thoroughly amused. It was the first time she saw Lusine smile in an at least an hour. “How about you go upstairs. We won’t be long,” she said, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him.

Fred gave Lusine one last nod before heading upstairs. At this point, the kettle was just starting to whistle, and Aleida took it off the stove and poured the hot water into the mugs. She slid Lusine’s to her across the counter. “You’re going to stay here tonight,” she said definitively, wrapping her hands around the hot mug. “I’ll get you some pyjamas. If you want to take a shower you’re more than welcome.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“When I spoke to Rasmus on the phone, he was a bit frantic and I had to calm him down. I told him to respect your decision, that you were safe with me.”

“Thanks.”

“But know that he’s antsy to see you and talk to you.”

“I would imagine so,” Lusine nodded slightly, taking a sip of her tea. “I’m—I’m sorry for running away from the arena.”

“What made you? If you don’t mind me asking,” Aleida said. “I thought I had talked you down enough that you would have been okay.”

“I just—I…” Lusine stuttered out, shrugging her shoulders. She could tell Aleida a lot, but some things she had to keep for herself. Or keep for Rasmus when they talked. Because she knew there was going to be a loooong talk once they saw each other again. “I just think my mind got the best of me.”

Aleida nodded, knowing in her own way Lusine didn’t want to reveal too much. Neither did she when she was a struggling nineteen year old. But that was why she continued to struggle as opposed to get better all those years ago. “Above all else…aside from anything and everything that happened tonight, and regardless of what was said to you, just know that nobody cares about your scars. I can promise you.”

Lusine nodded, smiling appreciatively. At the end of the day, that was the core of the problem – that was what set everything off. Lusine found some comfort in those words coming from Aleida. “Thank you.”

Aleida stared at her for a few moments before grabbing her mug. “I’ll go get your pyjamas. Just to let you know, Helena wakes up around seven.”

Lusine changed, finished her tea, moved some extra pillows off the couch, laid out the blanket, and settled into ‘bed’. In the darkness of the room, with nothing but the stove light on in the kitchen, she took out her phone for the first time in hours. She had fifteen missed calls from Rasmus, and thirteen texts from him.

She teared up. She’d caused him so much anxiety and stress and she wished she could just take it all back. But she also knew she wasn’t ready to text him back, because, well…she didn’t know what to say to him yet. How could she explain her actions? How could she verbalize her thoughts and what was going through her mind as the words “they’re brutal” still rung like a church bell every other minute? She knew the answers she needed and how to move on were within herself and not to be found in other people, but her mind was so tired from fighting the battle that she couldn’t see it or find it yet. It would come – she knew that – just not as she slept on someone’s couch.

She closed the texts, as much as it pained her to read them and not respond. The next thing she did was open Instagram and change her profile to a private. Too little too late – she knew that – but it was better late than never. She didn’t even bother to scroll through her feed. She typed in the only handles she needed to check.

nhlwags

The most recent post on the feed was a video. Even from the tiny square, Lusine could make out lettering in the back that made her sure it was Scotiabank Arena. She held her breath as she clicked it and watched the scene unfold from a fan’s camera: two big, buff security officials arguing with fans in the stands, the view obstructed because of their large frames. But then the fans stood up angrily, and there they were in all their glory: Saylor and Gina. One of the security guards grabbed Saylor’s wrists, while the other grabbed Gina’s, and both of them took out handcuffs at the same time. The text overlay on the original video read “Ppl getting arrested at the leafs game??? WTF LOL”, but the owner of the page – and people in the comments – had all the information anybody would ever want.

nhlwags: LMAO can’t believe this actually happened!!!!! Saylor Greene and one of her friends apparently got arrested in the stands of the game!!! Public intoxication? Disorderly conduct? Anyone have details? Video sent by anon.

katcargill16: was in the last row in this section. Saw them being escorted out in handcuffs. No word of a lie, I heard the security guy say cocaine. On God.

leafs4ever: LOL WHAT THE HELL

franciejean: kappy sure knows how to pick ‘em

ellaellaella: was also there. def cocaine possession. those girls were high as a fucking kite. does it surprise anyone, knowing what we know of saylor and what she tried to do to aberdeen bloom when she worked for the leafs? girl is a mess.

Though she was shocked at the length Aleida would go to in order to avenge her, despite barely knowing her, Lusine locked her phone and placed it on the coffee table before bringing the blanket up to right underneath her chin. It was time to go to bed. No more thinking. No more watching videos. No more reading gossip. No more reading comments. No more thoughts of “they’re brutal” repeating over and over in her head. The day was over. It was time for sleep.

It was time for the day to end.

***

Rasmus couldn’t sleep. At all. He’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time. It was abysmal. All he could keep thinking about was what had happened to Lusine, and how he couldn’t be there for her. He imagined every scenario of how he thought it went down in his head. He thought of thousands of possibilities as to how the words were said by Saylor. He knew how those words had the capacity to cut through Lusine’s soul – and they did.

He finally kicked the covers off his body just before 8am. He looked at his phone to see no replies to his text messages or calls. He let out a shaky breath, hoping and praying that Lusine was still safe with Aleida. Maybe he’d call Aleida to see how Lusine was doing. Maybe he’d just show up to their townhouse and ask to speak with Lusine. Whatever grand idea he came up with next, however farfetched, would be much better than lying in his bed, mind in a daze, thinking about how much Lusine was hurting right now.

So he resolved to do just that. He pulled himself up out of bed and stripped down to take a quick shower – getting all the grime and the memories of being worried sick yesterday off his body. When he was finished, he wrapped a towel around himself and went out into his kitchen for some water.

And that’s when he saw something peculiar at his front door.

Something had – miraculously – been slipped under the door, and lay alone on his floor right beside his mess of shoes. He was generally a pretty clean guy, so he knew it wasn’t something of his. He approached it quickly. The paper was small, crumpled – the type of paper waitresses would write your order on at old greasy spoon diners. He picked it up.

***

Lusine heard a banging on her apartment door and automatically knew that Rasmus had gotten her note. She had surprised herself that entire morning by not crying – not when she got re-dressed in her clothes, not when Aleida came down with a happy Helena, not when Aleida offered to drive her home but she said no because she wanted to walk and clear her head – but she knew she was going to cry now with Rasmus here. It was on that walk that Lusine thought of the sentiment she eventually wrote down on the old piece of paper; it was on that walk that Lusine made a promise to herself to tell Rasmus everything, and not leave anything out; it was on that walk that Lusine resolved to build back what was taken from her by two simple words.

She took a deep breath before she opened the door, but nothing could prepare her for the weight and the power and the haste of Rasmus’s body wrapping itself around hers. It felt like all the air was taken from her lungs, but she quickly regained life in her upon feeling Rasmus’s touch on her body. “Oh min lilla fågel,” he let out, his voice shaky and relieved and tortured and soothed all at once as he buried his face deep into the crook of her neck. “Lilla fågel, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, clinging on to him so tight that when he lifted her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around him automatically. “I’m so sorry I made you worried last night.”

“Shhh…” he cooed, taking his head out from the crook of her neck. “You don’t need to apologize. You just need to tell me what happened. How I can make it better.”

“Not right now,” she shook her head. She valued the feel of his touch too much to spoil it with memories of yesterday. “Right now I just want you to hold me. Will you hold me?”

As if Rasmus would say no. He carried her to her bedroom, closing the door with his foot as he saw Piper laying down in the bed, no doubt having just been cuddled by Lusine before she opened the door for him. Rasmus brought them down on the bed and held Lusine; Piper took her cue to climb on top of them, nestling between them. For a few moments, as they lay in bed together, everything was perfect; it was like they were their own little family and there was mothing in the outside world that could spoil it.

When Lusine finally spoke, she told him everything. Everything. Every last detail of the interaction and how she felt. What Aleida said and how she took it. How she ran out of Scotiabank Arena because she wasn’t thinking straight but also couldn’t bear to be in the same building as girls who made her feel the way they did. Her feelings walking alone sobbing on the streets of Toronto. Rasmus listened to every word. He got angry when she told him about the interaction with Saylor and needed to be calmed down. He got curious when he was told everything that Aleida said. He got angry again when he pictured Lusine walking the streets of Toronto alone. He softened when she told him what Fred said to her. It felt like he went through every emotion he possible could before she finished.

“You don’t think…” she began, almost holding back her words. “Do you think my parents were right?”

“No,” he said definitively, shaking his head. “No way. You proved them wrong. They were never right.”

“You don’t think—” she stopped again, composing herself. “You don’t think it was a mistake moving here, do you?”

“No. God no,” he said, kissing her. “If you came here, I would have never met you. And what kind of life would I be living?”

Lusine began to tear up again. “I don’t want to be a burden to you like I was on my parents.”

“No no no no no no no no,” he cooed, shaking his head before giving her a kiss. “I don’t want you ever thinking that again, okay? How could—how could you even? You are not a burden, never have been to me and never will be.”

“I just love you so much, Ras.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her again, for a long time this time, before finally pulling away. “What can I do to make it better?” he asked again, just like he did earlier when he burst through the door and clung on to her for dear life. He kissed her lips quickly.

“You make everything better by just being here,” she said, bringing her hand up to caress his face. “I mean it, Ras. Being here right now cuddling with Piper is the best thing in the world.”

He cuddled closer into her, burying his face in the crook of her neck before placing soft, sweet kisses on her skin. She began running her fingers through his hair. “What if we go get married, hmm? What if I bring you downtown and we got married.”

That somehow garnered a giggle out of Lusine – an honest to God, music-to-his-ears giggle. “You wanna make me a teen bride?” she quipped back.

“I wanna make you a bride. I’ll marry you right now, lilla fågel.”

Lusine couldn’t help but smile – because she knew Rasmus was being 100% serious. And to be fair, a small part of her wanted to take him up on the offer. “Okay,” she wanted to say. “I’ll put on a dress and we can go to City Hall and get married.” But the rational side of her mind prevailed instead (which was good, because she’d acted irrational by running away last night), and she made him look at her instead of hiding his face in her neck. “Someday,” she kissed the tip of his nose. “Today I just want to lie here with you and Piper and leave everything in the past so I can think about everything that’s ahead of me.”

And they did just that. They cuddled with Piper, and Rasmus even fell asleep with his face tucked into the crook of her neck. They got up to take Piper out for a walk around the neighbourhood in the newly fallen snow and held hands the entire time, even stopping to kiss every so often. When they got back, they cuddled again and Rasmus took another nap with Piper lying with him. Lusine thought the scene before her was perfection.

Because it was.

The little life she’d built with Rasmus and Piper was perfect.

#rasmus sandin #rasmus sandin imagine #rasmus sandin fic #rasmus sandin fan fic #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl fic #toronto maple leafs fan fic #rasmus sandin blurb #toronto maple leafs blurb #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fan fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey fan fic #hockey blurbs #meant just for you series

[sluttystucky]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 || 𝐥. 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you find yourself at the end of time, sent to the void by the tva. you survive so long before you're captured by loki's raiders and brought before him.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : president!loki laufeyson x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 923 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :  **WARNING! CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I BLOCK BLANK BLOGS & ONES WITHOUT AN AGE IN BIO** exhibition kink, humiliation kink, female masturbation, magic sex toys, dacryphilia (crying kink), dirty talk, pet names (pet, sweet girl), minor dumbification kink, oral (male recieving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, mentions of others.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :  i swear i am no loki simp but this idea popped into my head while i was.... having fun and i don't know where it came from. I was originally gonna write this properly but i truly don't know how to capture his voice so i've reshaped my notes to be a bit more readable.

being pruned by the tva and somehow escaping the initial exposure to alioth when you'd first arrived only to be captured by loki’s raiders. being brought back to his ‘palace’ to be shown to him, quiet and a good girl, he keeps catching your eyes drifting to his thighs, to where his cock is slowly filling as he notes your dishevelled appearance (dress torn at the top, showcasing your bra, ruined tights barely hanging on and skirt ripped short so your left hip bone is teasing) and wanton looks. “tell me what you want sweet girl, and maybe i’ll let you have it”

he'd conjure a vibrator wand with his magic, just sitting back on his ‘throne’ and telling you he might let you get yourself off on his thigh if you give them all a show. his crew, his army, jeering and calling you a whore as you work yourself over on his conjured sex toy. finally having two of his men bring you over cause you’re so close and there’s tears in your eyes because he’s messing with the settings somehow - refusing to let you come no matter how you tried.

they throw you to his feet while he sits high and mighty on the throne. your small hands pawing at his lower leg trying to get his attention and he kicks it away, grasping it suddenly and pulling you up as he, himself stands (taller than you). “did i say you could touch me pet? did i men?” and all his guys are laughing, shouting no which makes more tears leak from your eyes, body flushing hot.

loki just shoving you back to your knees, pulling himself out of his pants and thrusting himself down your throat with only his large hands grasping your jaw to open it as warning. he just fucks your mouth, ignoring your gagging and your blunt fingernails scratching at his belt loops. eventually you pick up the rhythm he’s set with his hands holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail, though they don’t leave their place.

the entire time he’s fucking your mouth he’s both humiliating you AND praising you. “you boys really found a precious little thing, didn’t you? such a perfect whore, dirty and ready to be used” “look at you, on your knees with yourself on display like a slut. just… absolutely perfect, pet.” “i bet she’s a good girl, nice and wet- ready to be taken at any moment like a good little fuck toy”

“is that what you want, pet? are you ready to be taken, used by me and my men” and the vibrations of your whine go straight through his cock, head shaking no. there's tears welling in your eyes despite the tear tracks running down your cheeks and he can't help but find it so fucking sexy seeing you so wrecked with his cock splitting your mouth open the way it is.

he pulls you off his cock and instantly you’re just like “no, daddy. ‘wanna be used by you, just you. only want your cock fillin’ me up, stay on my knees for you - promise. be your good girl, your fucktoy, yeah?” and as soon as you’re finished babbling you’re trying desperately to shove his cock back down your throat.

loki languidly going backwards, cock out as he sits on his throne - his men booing your statement as he pulls you to straddle his lap. hand around still holding your hair up as he hasn’t let go and pulling down so your throat is exposed, vulnerable. he’s got his free hand ghosting under your skirt, teasing at the fabric of your panties while his lips drag against your throat. his cock, heavy and spit slick, is pressed beneath your ass making you whine and try and rock back against it. “i don’t know sweet girl, we don’t even know if you can handle my cock?”

“i think i’m gonna just…” and he’s placing both your hands to your waist, lifting you up as if you’re nothing and then positioning himself at your entrance. after that he leans back, sending you a cocky look that just screams ‘well get on with it then’ before going “well i haven’t got all day, why don’t you show daddy whether or not it’s worth it for him to keep you all to his self; fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty girl you are”

whining and looking around the room at all the raiders waiting for you to fail, imagining their turn on your body. pressing down on the first few inches and already losing yourself to your praises of his cock - of its girth, it’s length, how it’s filling you up even now and just thanking him with each inch you take, tears free falling as you power through and sink down of the gods cock.

he’s just got you riding his cock like a whore in front of everyone, his men either watching as you wail in pleasure or loudly shouting but your focus is just gone. you’re fucked drunk by the time the last of his cock rests inside of you, his balls nestled flush against your ass and as soon as you start fucking yourself you don’t even notice you’re not even speaking words, just moaning like a whore as you fuck yourself relentlessly.”

“tell my army how i’m making you feel, pet.” and you’re just moaning and gargling “poor girl, drunk off my cock already? can you not even answer me, you stupid whore?"

that's it thats all i got i'm sorry

#loki laufeyson smut #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson headcanons #loki laufeyson imagines #loki laufeyson x reader smut #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson blurb #writing: mine #president!loki

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Finally got around to finishing the new and improved reference for my Darksiders original character, Siva Atallah. It was high time to improve the old design, and make it actually look sensible.🤣. Hope ye like and here is the quick bio

Full Name: Siva Atallah

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Human (Arabic/Hispanic)

Likes: Killing Demons, Exploring, Jerky, a full night's rest, Carving, Honesty, Dancing, Ironbark, Violence, War and the Horsemen, telling the glowing pigeons to fuck off, and trees

Dislikes: Bugs, Arachnids, Demons, Angels, Vulgrim, Storms, the cold, Acid Rain, Danger, having no weapon, Hypocrites, and and being lied to.

Weapons

. Ironbark: A hammer made from the haven tree, with maker stone and a demon horn

. One hand shotgun

. A large Knife she found when raiding a demon camp

. Dodging and agility (She's 5'3 1/2)

Bio

. Apocalypse started in her early 20s

. Azim, her father, was of Arabic Sikh descent. Miriam, her mother, was Basque Spaniard descent. Miriam died before the apocalypse. Siva was working with her father overseas as a construction planner, and had military training due to her father's background.

. When the apocalypse started, her father owned the bunker, and they used it to survive for a couple of months.

. After a couple of months of hunting trips, the horde of demons ambushes them on one of them. Her father buys her time to escape, and she could only watch as they ripped him to shreds.

. Was found by Ulthane, taking her back to the tree, where she expressed interest in learning how to make weaponry. Due to her combat experience and construction expertise, Ulthane taught her while she helped to build defenses in the tree itself. Also learning to scavenge.

. After exploring old ruins she came across Vulgrim, to which she started trading old trinkets she found for useful things he would come across. The only possession she has are her parent's wedding rings, which she retrieved from her father's corpse after burying him.

. She finds an old Relic that allows her to see into the past, and comes across the reasoning behind the Apocalypse, and who orchestrated it. Feeling betrayed, she ran away, but not before witnessing it's destruction from the armies of hell.

. Having nowhere else to turn to, she makes a bargain with Vulgrim. In exchange for an Angelic artifact she found called Sentinel's Light, he would allow her to freely roam the serpent holes and the void. Due to the Irregular time flow of the void, she lived for 100 years without age affecting her. She would only sparingly go back to Earth for food and to possibly find survivors.

. It was only by chance she found out Vulgrim's true intention, which was to save her as the last morsel in case all humans really were wiped out in the end war. With that she stole back the relic and fled to Earth.

. At this time War had returned from his Century imprisonment to find the truth, and while bargaining with Vulgrim, the demon Merchant convinces War that in exchange four Vital Information about the chosen and other demons in league with the Destroyer, War must find a 'demon' that had stolen his Relic, to bring it back alive or dead with the Relic intact.

. After searching the ruins, War stumble upon a disguised Siva, who wore the tan hides and skins of demons to hide from the hordes, which ensues a chase, then they fight. But once he tore off her disguise mid swipe, he realizes the deception, coming face-to-face with possibly the last human on Earth who wasn't afraid to shout expletives at him even with Chaoseater pointed at her. Once they finally got talking tho, they both found common ground.

. They confronted Vulgrim about it after a truce, to which Siva decided to tag along on his quest for answers and vengeance, her claim being. "He's big, with a big sword, hates demons, and slices everything.....I better stick with this guy if I wanna stay alive.". And out of that, comes an unlikely comrarderie, trust, and even friendship between two unlikely beings.

Thank you for sticking with me this far into my Darksiders obsession, and stay tuned for more

Art and Siva are mine

All other characters mentioned belong to the Darksiders universe

#darksiders art #darksiders 2 #darksiders #darksiders original character #darksiders ocs #darksiders oc #darksiders human oc #darksiders humans #female human #human survivor #human oc #human #original character #original art #female oc #female original character #darksiders female oc #digital art #digital illustration #digital #reference sheet #character reference #reference #darksiders character #siva atallah #darksiders siva #siva #darksiders siva atallah #proxi dreams #proxamina

[zuko-always-lies]

Katara, Gender, the Double Burden, and the Problematic Gender Norms of Modern Western Society

To start this off, I want to make it clear that I absolutely love Katara as a character. I think she’s amazing, complex, and interesting.

Yet I find the way the narrative of ATLA frames her to be intensely problematic.  Much more under the cut:

So, to start off Katara is depicted as someone deeply interested in learning how to fight, despite the entrenched sexism she faces within Water Tribe society. That’s not an issue with her character and is in fact one of the more endearing parts of it. And, of course, Katara is an amazing combatant and frequently takes the lead in fight scenes, bearing the full burden of fighting the war on the frontlines.  She can also heal, but until LoK’s questionable depiction of her, that was never the center of her character.

The problem with Katara’s depiction is the other half of it. We find out this out in “The Runaway”: 

Katara: Fine! It's a lie. But you've been so out of control lately, I knew something was up. I knew you were hiding something, and you were. (Toph knocks the poster from Katara's hand and walks away.) Don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you! Toph: Oh, really, Mom? Or what are you going to do? Send me to my room? Katara: I wish I could. Toph: Well, you can't. Because you're not my mom, and you're not their mom. (She points to Aang and Sokka.) Katara: I never said I was! Toph: No, but you certainly act like it. You think it's your job to boss everyone around, but it's not. You're just a regular kid like the rest of us, so stop acting like you can tell me what to do. I can do whatever I want! Katara: (chagrined) I don't act that way. (in a shrill and anxious voice) Sokka, do I act motherly? (Sokka, alarmed, decides discretion is the better part of valor.) Sokka: Hey - I'm staying out of this one. Katara: What do you think, Aang? Do I act like a mom? Aang: (digging nervously at his eye) Well, I... Katara: Stop rubbing your eye and speak clearly when you talk! Aang: (chastened) Yes, ma'am.

And this:

Toph: So let me guess. You brought me out here to tell me your sister's not as annoying as I make her out to be. Sokka: Nah, she's pretty much a pain. (Katara scowls.) She's always got to be right about everything, and she gets all bossy, and involved, and in your business. Toph: Yeah, I don't know how you can deal with it. Sokka: Actually, in a way, I rely on it. Toph: I don't understand. Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara, she had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom. Toph: I guess I never thought about that. Sokka: I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly, I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like, my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there, and now, when I try to remember my mom, Katara's is the only face I can picture. (Katara is overcome with emotion.) Toph: The truth is, sometimes Katara does act motherly, but that's not always a bad thing. She's compassionate and kind, and she actually cares about me. You know, the real me. That's more than my own mom. (Katara lowers her head, in sadness or perhaps shame.) Don't ever tell her I said any of this.

We also find this out in the very first episode of the show:

Katara: Ugh, I'm embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier! Sokka (noticing the cracking iceberg): Uh... Katara? Katara: I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT! Sokka: Katara! Settle down! Katara: No, that's it. I'm done helping you. From now on, you're on your own!

So Katara is firmly established as Team Mom. However, there’s something very screwed up here. You see, Kya died when Katara was 8 years old and Sokka was 9. 8 year old Katara stepped up to be the “mother” of her family and became the caretaker, both physically and emotionally for her older brother to the degree he can’t really remember his mother because it seems like Katara has been always been his caretaker. This is clear example of parentification, something deeply traumatic to a child.

Katara’s official show bio even said this:

Fourteen-year-old Katara is the heart of the show. She is a caring and passionate teenage girl. Kindness and empathy are her most endearing traits.  When outraged, her desire to rectify wrongs often overrides the trio’s safety. Katara is determined to save the world, despite her limited abilities.  Katara’s dogged determination keeps her going.  Katara is very mature and responsible for her age and always plays the mediator between Aang and Sokka. She is the glue that holds them together.

And we get the sense that she has to be the mature and responsible one in “The Desert.”

Katara is also someone who very much bears the burden of looking after the emotional needs of the rest of the Gaang. She gives comfort more often than she receives it.  Here’s a classic example from “The Southern Air Temple”:

Katara:  [In the background, Sokka is hunched over his rock, clenching his teeth together. Katara shouts calmly with a sad expression on her face. The camera slowly moves in on her.] Aang! I know you're upset and I know how hard it is to lose the people you love. I went through the same thing when I lost my mom. [Diverts her eyes. Shot switches to a frontal view of Aang, his tattoos glowing and wind swirling around him; his clothes flutter in the storm. Sokka runs over to his sister in the background.] Monk Gyatso and the other airbenders may be gone, [Close-up of her as she looks up at him.] but you still have a family. Sokka and I! [Sokka opens his eyes and glances at his sister.] We're your family now!

Even Katara’s trauma regarding her mother’s death is usually brought up not for its own sake but in the context of making her emphasize with the issues of other people(for instance with Aang in “The Southern Air Temple,” with Haru in “Imprisoned,” and with Zuko in “The Crossroads of Destiny”). Her deepest pain becomes a tool to make her more empathetic and caring.

Katara is also the member of the Gaang who we most regularly see doing basic chores:

What does this all mean?

a) Katara is someone who has experienced the deeply traumatic experience of parentification.

b) Katara, like many women, is someone who bears the double burden of both “working”(i.e. fighting in ATLA’s context) and being a caregiver. She has to be healer, fighter, emotional caretaker, and physical caretaker all once.

To be clear, there’s nothing wrong writing Katara that way. The issue is that the narrative never depicts 90% of what Katara has to undergo as being problematic or traumatizing. The fact that she has to be responsible for her age and has been a primary caretaker since she was eight is considered endearing, rather than something traumatizing.

Why is that so? Because the dominant modern western cultural ideal for women is for them to bear the double burden, to both be workers(with all the attendant demands) and to be self-abnegating caretakers. Moreover, the fact that Katara is a girl of color encourages people to see her as older than she is. 

#Katara #Sexism #gender #questionable writing #anti-Bryke #trauma

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I honestly don’t get why people are tolerant or sympathetic towards Todd but absolutely hate North. I mean, North is A) A badass B) a victim of horrid trauma C) A character we spend more time with and Todd is just…….nasty. (I’m not sure if it’s because I’m biased, as I was physically attacked by a family member with substance abuse issues and also my brain can’t picture Todd without making him 3 times as gross) Todd also seems more like a plot device/obstacle than an actual character, so there’s that. I’m sorry I’m just shouting into the void at this point thank you.

Dear Anon, I’m sorry to hear you had a „Todd“ in your life.

You are not alone with your opinion. I have zero percent sympathy for Todd myself, what he did to Kara and Alice warrants no forgiveness and, even if they spared him, this jerk still has it in him to expose and watch Kara and Alice be executed at the bus terminal out of pure spite. Todd’s mini “redemption” was to feel sorry for himself and how his live went down, he never genuinely apologizes to his victims but sobs about how much he misses his real daughter which is another slap in the face for Alice. He was a horrible, horrible person from start to end.

The fact that North, a survivor of abuse, is universally more hated in this fandom than Todd, a child abuser, is unfathomable. I can’t even say Todd’s horrific actions are being excused by the fandom because he’s a hot, young, white man see Daniel and Connor. I have no idea why people defend Todd. My best guess is they pity him for his failed existence and the loss of his bio daughter. There’s also the small section of folks who generally don’t hold androids to the same standards as humans and don’t consider his treatment of Alice child abuse since she‘s not a human girl. Todd having significantly less screen time than North and not triggering any unwanted “forced romance” may be another factor why his character is better received.

Tbh, the only credible villains who aren’t solely a plot device are Amanda and Perkins. While I agree with Todd being the initial obstacle to kickstart Kara’s storyline, I feel like Quantic Dream designed him with a sufficient amount of character depth in mind. He’s addicted to drugs, his wife and child bailed on him, he’s jobless with no perspective. He copes by beating up his substitute “wife” and “daughter”. Like for other „plot device”-villains such as Leo and Gavin, a bigger picture is being provided to see why Todd does what he’s doing (like in Leo’s case being neglected by his father, Gavin’s afraid to lose his job and probably a racist too).

To the average player, Todd‘s tragic backstory makes him more pitiable and „real“ than cartoon villains like Zlatko and RK800-60 who are only evil for the sake of being evil. And to some players North feels evil as well just for the sake of it because they A) either never learn about her backstory or B) realize they are being actively punished by the game for doing what North pushes them to do.

Because doing what North wants will make the player hated by public opinion and potentially lock them into a failed demonstration/failed revolution bad ending. I think a lot of people are feeling like they’re being set up by North. And it doesn’t do her popularity any favors that she’s a woman who talks back to men in power. If she was a generic goody-two-shoes love interest with no opinions who dutifully exists for the eye candy, similar to how Simon is being portrayed, she’d be undoubtedly more socially accepted. Because that’s what the average gamer expects from their female supporting cast, it’s why Chloe is so mega popular despite being barely involved in the plot, let’s not kid ourselves.

#dbh #dbh meta #anon ask #dbh todd #dbh north #dbh fandom #fandom criticism #north defense squad #north is not evil #the only villain with redeeming qualities is leo manfred #and maybe gavin with MUCH MUCH effort #todd can crash and burn fuck this guy #detroit: become human