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urproblematicfav-arsonk · 4 years

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There's a lot of things about Borderlands 3 that makes it kinda a garbage game. And all of those things are valid and true but a aspect of bl3 that deeply bothers me isn't something I've really seen people talk about?? Maybe they have but I missed it but I want to say my interpretation. (Also like, spoiler warning throughout all of this post)

To start off with: hi, I'm a autistic afab nonbinary person and this is relevant for this little rant I'm bout to go on.

I want to begin by stating why I love this franchise so much.

Borderlands, whether you like it or not, is INCREDIBLY queer. And not in a coded kind of way, it's just flat out gay as fuck. And that means so fucking much to me. Borderlands 2 was one of the first times I ever felt fully represented in a game. Zer0 being this dumbass making Yugioh references and generally being a fun garbage boy and also being nonbinary meant a lot to me and I adore him to this day (nonbinary people can use gendered pronouns fuc off). And getting more and more into this series and finding out that basically every character was on some level queer was really cool to me. Maya being asexual and most of the characters being attracted to multiple genders so honestly and off handily was so refreshing and amazing to get to play through. The casual mentions of a woman's wife or some man's husband in the echo's you find or Moxxi talking about her ex girlfriends was one of the reasons I loved this so much.

Another thing I loved particularly about Borderlands 2 was how feminist it was. I can not tell you how quickly I lost my shit at Mr. Torgue talking about the friend zone being misogynistic(it is btw). And the repeated jokes about fully murdering men for being rude to women was some of the highlights of my first playthrough. Punching a guy till he explodes because he disrespected a sex worker?? Fucking immaculate.

SPEAKING OF SEX WORK.

Mad Moxxi is a icon. She is a mother of MULTIPLE children, a survivor of rape and assault and a fucking bad bitch who runs a now intergalactic titty bar. Getting to have not only a sex worker be respected in a narrative, Moxxi is fun and a genuinely complex character who isn't defined by her job or her appearance. She is emotional and strong and funny and flawed but amazing person.

And then there's the way the male characters a represented and treated. I'll be honest here, I haven't really played Borderlands 1, mostly because have been spoiled by auto pick up and also I just didn't feel like it. So my idea of most of the men are based entirely off of Bl2, the pre-sequel and Tales. Anyway, Mordecai in particular is a character I really liked upfront. I love how a lot of his motivation and character is driven by his love of animals and Bloodwing. He's kind and though troubled knows when to get his shit together and be there when he needs to be. His casual "are you okay?" After the latter falls in the Arid Nexus was such a nice moment and the way he genuinely tries to be there emotionally for all of the people around him who he cares for is so fucking rare to see in a male character. And his arc of giving up alcohol to focus on being a better bird dad and you getting to help Brick make Mordecai a special gift to celebrate his sobriety is so amazing and I'm so proud of him.

Mr. Torgue is my dad and I love him. As mentioned, he is normal and believes that the friend zone is absolute garbage talk is ICONIC™ and the best scene in that game fight me. Torgue is a crybaby. He is an emotional person who is not afraid to express his pain and hurt when people are mean to him. He respects women and loves unicorns. The fact that is physical appearance is a big muscle guy who screams but is the literal opposite of toxic masculinity will forever make him the best male character of all time and I love him and he is my dad.

Roland was a character that I was never in particularly attached to but I still respect him and did enjoy his presence. I really appreciated his leadership style being primarily based on empathy and logic as opposed to him being a big meanie man with a HUGE dick who yells at people. I always really resonated with the echo from Tannis talking about how she came to Sanctuary. Roland going out of his way to bring Tannis to safety while completely respecting her autism and struggle with socializing really made his death hit harder when Tannis was very obviously distraught by losing him. It really seems that Roland was the only one who didn't treat her differently. And as someone who's autistic, finding people who legit 100% understand and respect you and just let you live the way you want/need to is kinda hard and those are the qualities I'd personally want in a leader.

Angel is also a big spot of affection for me. Handsome Jack being a irrefutably horrible person who Angel flat out says gaslights people and killed her means a lot to me considering 99% of Bad Parent stories end with "I forgive u" getting to see an abusive victim take that narrative and say fuck you was powerful and meant a lot to me coming from my own abusive home life.

There's a lot of other things I love about Borderlands but if I keep going I won't stop lol so let's get into why Borderlands 3 makes me so uncomfortable.

One of the main things that bothered me was the sexism. Its nothing too horrifying but given how feminist bl2 was it was really shocking and a bit hurtful the number of times women are called bitches or made to seem crazy. If you recall I brought up how you punch a man to death for calling a woman a bitch? Yea no, in this game we mock women for having boundaries and opinions because lol she's just a CRAZY BITCH who just needs to stop acting so hysterical am I right guys?

Yea the whole mission with that stupid bear thing and his ex robot girlfriend made me insanely uncomfortable and upset. I kept waiting for the gotcha moment where it says actually this bear guy is a dick and he shouldn't use language like that but no we just,,,,,, are supposed to laugh along. I hate it.

Even though Borderlands 3 is still very much queer, this game introducing 2 new trans characters as well as a whole DLC about a gay marriage and one of the playable characters being a lesbian there was this some shit that bothered me.

The mission where you crash and ruin a lesbian wedding.

That mission made so upset and uncomfortable. I hated how traumatized and hurt Tumorhead was as I murdered her family and wife. I hated how unfulfilling the mission was where PLOT TWIST the lady was actually a spy or whatever. I hate how there's a mission about ruining some poor psycho ladies wedding. I would've much more preferred a mission where Idk Bloodshine asks you to help her kill a spy who's causing problems and then fucking go around Promethea collecting wedding decorations or something. OR MAYBE JUST NOT A MISSION WHERE YOU KILL LESBIANS FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

I'm mad, anyway.

I also hated how Tannis was treated in this game. Under absolutely no circumstance would Doctor Patricia Tannis ever willingly take up a position of leadership. She is a severely autistic woman who gets nose bleeds from talking to people she wouldn't just be like "I'm in charge now pls talk to me!!!" Fuck off. And the joke about her dating a minecart isn't funny. The whole thing with the chairs, though funny in its absurdities was still a very important and powerful moment of character exploration. Tannis is insane. She is traumatized and hurt and in a moment of severe torture, she humanized some inanimate objects to cope. Tannis crying over the echo over Phillip is a heartbreaking moment of true vulnerability. It is also funny, because that's how good dark comedy works. It can be both hysterical and emotionally ruining at the same time. So what exactly does Tannis divorcing a minecart mean? What is this saying about her character? Why is it funny? Because lol lol reference??? Again, fuck off.

I hate how the Calypso twins childhood is handled. Troy implies it was horribly abusive and traumatic. But when we met Typhon whatever, he acts like it wasn't that bad??? He acts like he just didn't buy his kids the latest iPhone and oh no whoopsie now they're evil, my bad guys. It feels super weird and I don't like it.

Speaking of abusive parents. THEY DID MY GIRL ANGEL DIRTY SO BAD. This was literally when I decided I hated this game. Angel being the one who killed her mother and not Jack was fucking horrible. Especially after the literal foreshadowing in borderlands 2 implying he did. The fact that Jack is treated like a fearful man making what he thought was the right decision was insulting. I get that MattPat manipulated the fandom into thing Jack is a uwu bean but fuck you, you're the writers and you should fucking know better. Handsome Jack saw his daughter had power and turned her into a living battery for him to use as he saw fit. He was not scared and he was NOT right. Fuck you and fuck you for framing child abuse as chill and ok if your spooked enough like that. And the mission directly contradicts the echo's in Get To Know Jack. If Angel killed her mom why does she ask Jack where her mommy is when he's putting her in her chambers?? Why is it in the echo Jack is aggressive and forcibly and hurtfully makes her go into her chambers but in the memory, he's quiet and passive about it?? That's literally just flat out bad writing. Also fuck you.

Anyway,

I think that's really all I wanted to say about this topic. Obviously, there are also things that suck about bl3 but I'll try to chill and not make this too long.

I mostly wanted to make this to see if people cared/are bothered by the same things I am. I've seen how some of the fandom treats the more emotional and gay aspects of this franchise(the people throwing a fit over Amara, the friend zone line, not respecting trans peoples pronouns, sexualizing and being gross about Moxxi)

Anyway that's it byeeeeeeeeeeeee

#rant time #i was also gonna post this on reddit but it turns out i don't know how to use that app lol #so i prob wont #but dont worry still got tumblr #anyway #borderlands #borderlands spoilers #borderlands 3 spoilers #borderlands 3 #borderlands 2

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punkpoemprose · 4 years

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Cursed- A Kristanna Werewolf AU

Universe: Modern Werewolf AU

Length: 2113 Words

Rating: T (Teen, for now)

Notes: Happy Unbirthday Sara @minnothebunny! Unfortunately I’m not the brilliant @feistypaants (whose unbirthday fic I’m still working on) and couldn’t finish her fic for her, though I too would absolutely like to read that. So yeah. Anyway, I was going to write some werestoff smut, but just ended up starting a whole new werewolf/ little red riding hood AU for you. Whoopsies. Here’s chapter one.

Anna was lost. She admitted it to the chill forest air as it turned her lips blue. She should have never started walking so late, but her day had been complicated to say the least and while she knew that Elsa, holed up in her cabin away from society, probably could have gone a day without fresh eggs and milk, she hadn’t wanted her to stay up all night worried about why she hadn’t come.

Not for the first time she wished that her sister would have stayed with her in their childhood home, and not for the last time her thoughts were interrupted by a voice of reason that said her sister, despite everything had made the better choice. If nothing else, Elsa was warmer and safer than she was right now and that was something of a comfort. She’d be annoyed about being lost in the woods for her sake later when she managed to find her way out of the mess she’d managed to get herself into.

She’d been too distracted when she’d left home to think about grabbing a real jacket, so she did her best to tuck her hands into the sleeves of her flannel. It had been her fathers and while it brought her some comfort it did little against the cold, worn thin by years of use.

“I’m going to die out here,” she said to the wind. It was an exaggeration and she knew it. Sooner or later she’d stumble upon an area of the wood that was familiar enough to take her to either Elsa’s cabin or her own home. The trouble was that nothing looked familiar without daylight to guide her and she’d somehow managed to lose the trail despite its usual well-trodden visible difference to the rest of the forest floor.

“Maybe,” she added to her audience of no one, “Maybe they were right about the family curse/”

She laughed to herself because it was easier than crying. She’d gotten out of worse scrapes than this, and if nothing else she figured frost bite would just be one more sad story to add to the Arendelle family tragedy series. It would be right up there with family fortune stolen, grandfather gone stark raving mad, parents perished tragically in a maritime accident, and eldest daughter a recluse.

Then the basket slipped from her grasp and she could hear the snapping and crunching sound as the eggs cracked. At least, she thought, she’d only been cursed clumsy and dogged. She realized, perhaps a bit too late, as she stooped to pick up her basket, that her curse might run deeper than just that. The cracking sound, she now grasped, was not actually from the eggs. Eggs cracked and then the sound stopped, but the crunching was still coming, and from the wrong direction.

With basket in hand she stood and turned to glance behind and found that she was not quite so alone as she thought. She had company, company with gnashing teeth.

It was a beast, long shaggy fur and claws and teeth made it quite clear to her in the moonlight, but more than that it was massive and almost like a man in stature. It stood on two legs and looked upon her with a sudden odd, almost human understanding in its eye. Horrified, Anna didn’t stay to see what it meant, what it might men for her.

She gripped her basket for dear life and took off running, hoping and praying that whatever she’d just seen wasn’t going to give chase.

She didn’t see the drop until it was too late, until she was tumbling down it like a rag doll. Her basket of broken eggs and destroyed milk bottles was lost by the time she felt her head strike something solid, and the world around her faded to black.

***

She was warm. She had been so cold, she was sure of it, or at least she was as sure of it as she was sure of anything. Her eyelids fluttered open and she wasn’t sure of where she was, but some small part of her was simply please to not be freezing half to death any longer. She tried to shift, to move enough that she could see more than the wooden ceiling above her. This proved quickly to be a mistake, as when she shifted a jolt of pain shot from her right ankle up to her hip.

She yelped when the pain hit. It was unexpected and damning. She really had been in the woods then, she’d seen something monstrous and had taken a massive fall. She recalled it clearly but had been hoping that it had been a nightmare.

“You’re awake,” a gruff voice noted. Its source, nearby, was unseen and unfamiliar as the ceiling above her.

Anna froze. She still didn’t know where she was or how she’d survived the fall, let along what had happened to the creature she’d seen before falling.

Optimistically, she thought that maybe the creature had simply become bored by her and had run off, the voice that had spoken, in this particularly fantasy, belonged to a kindly hunter or forest ranger or someone who had stumbled across her and brought her to safety. Maybe a woodcutter? Optimistic as she was trying to be, it seemed a stretch.

Nothing so lucky ever happened to her.

“Am I dead?” she asked, knowing that she wasn’t of course, but also imagining that she should be after what she went through.

Her host seemed to share the opinion.

“You should be. Why would you be out in the forest at night without a jacket?”

He sounded a bit annoyed and the made her flush a bit. She wasn’t used to being judged based on her choice of outerwear of all things.

Knowing better than to try to move her body, which now radiated the tell-tale soreness that she associated with a deep bruise, she turned her head to get the best possible look at the man in the room with her. Even that much motion was protested by her muscles. Her head hurt and despite now feeling fully awake, everything was still a bit fuzzy around the edges.

He was facing away from her in the large room. She was in a cabin if all the wood was anything to go by. Wooden ceiling, log walls, what she could assume was a wooden floor that she couldn’t actually see. It all added up. Furniture in the space was sparse. She was on a bed, he sat at a table. There was a chest of drawers and some cabinets and counter space, a sink, a stove, a bookcase, and little else. She built the catalog in her head, simply to help herself process that she wasn’t in unfamiliar territory.

He was the most interesting thing in the room and between her head swimming and his being turned away from her, that was saying something.

He dwarfed the chair he was sitting in, a hulking figure with broad shoulders and a mess of blonde hair that was being illuminated by the sunlight from the window above the sink.

Anna felt small in comparison. For a moment she allowed herself to be logically concerned about such a fact. He was large and seemingly quite capable to d anything that so pleased him. She was slight and clearly a fair bit banged up if her whole body and more than likely sprained ankle were any indication.

She took some small comfort in the fact that he could have axe murdered her while she slept if he’d wanted to. She told herself that the fact that she was still breathing and wasn’t chained to a radiator or something probably meant that he didn’t mean her any harm.

“I hadn’t realized my fashion choices were going to be criticized,” she retorted, never knowing whether she should speak her mind with people or not was one of her many odd talents. Almost dying in the woods was another if her current condition was any indication.

He laughed.

She thought that with a bit less of an uncomfortable situation, she might have liked the sound. It might have also helped his case if he hadn’t been laughing at her instead of with her.

“Next time I find a girl at the bottom of a drop off in a flannel in 30-degree weather, I’ll be sure to leave her there. I’d hardly want to ruin good fashion.”

She tried to let out a sarcastic laugh in return, but it made her ribs ache. He seemed at least somewhat gruff to her and she didn’t like the idea of letting him have that teasing over her without a fight. She was glad to not be dead, but she wasn’t going to take his chiding laying down. Well, at least not in a figurative sense.

The laugh fell flat even as she tried to press it out against the pain. It hurt to make the attempt.

He stood from the table then and though she still couldn’t really get a good look at him it reinforced her estimation of his size. He was tall and broad and generally built like a man who worked physically and did so often.

“What were you doing out there anyway?” he asked, still not facing her but instead busying himself with something on the stove.

She huffed out a sigh. She supposed there really was no harm in telling him. He had saved her from freezing to death and after all if he’d wanted to do anything to her, he could have done it already.

“My sister recently moved into a cabin out there and I was bringing her some fresh food. I got a late start and got lost. She’s probably worried sick about me right now.”

She added the last part because it was true, and because she figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure he knew that someone would indeed go looking for her. While she’d mostly ruled out the possibility that her host was some kind of murderer or sex pervert, she figured that it would be enough to stave off any other potential deviancy she was able to think up.

“Yeah?” he asked sounding interested, “I think you lost whatever you were bringing her when you fell, but I could go and tell her you’re alive at least.”

He was dishing out two bowls of whatever was on the stove and it smelled heavenly. Her stomach growled against her will and she wondered how long she’d been out for. She considered his words for a moment and frowned.

“I’ll just head that way myself and let her know,” she said, “If you could just direct me to the North Mountain trail I’ll…”

He laughed at her.

Anna gritted her teeth in annoyance but found that it just made her headache worse.

He stopped laughing anyway and to Anna’s great surprise he actually apologized.

“Sorry… I uh…” he paused, “You’re pretty banged up and I guess you wouldn’t know, but we got the first snow of the season while you were out so you’re not going anywhere. I didn’t bring you here to let you head back out and die of exposure or of another fall or something. My Ma would kill me if I let that happen.”

Anna relaxed a bit at that. Any man who still feared his mother, regardless of his hulking stature, was probably safe enough. Though she did have a history of bad judgement calls.

He picked up the bowls and turned her way. She couldn’t really see him well still, but she could keep her head clear enough to say. “And as much as I appreciate that and everything, I need to tell my sister I’m okay and look, between you and me, you probably don’t want me to stick around too much longer. I’m cursed.”

He’d come close enough now that she could start to make out his features. He had an unintimidating look about him despite being built like a brick shithouse. His brow was strong, and his nose was large, but it wasn’t at all unattractive. As he approached, she could start to tell that he was smiling.

“Is that so?” he asked, clearly holding back a laugh.

For a second, she was confused. She didn’t really think that it was that funny, even if he didn’t believe her.

Then her breath caught in her throat because her eyes caught his and she found them familiar in the most heart stopping way possible.

Of course, he’d laugh about her being cursed. He was the creature.

#kristanna #werewolf AU #unbirthday fics 2020 #minnothebunny

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