#GO TORTURE ONE OF THEM WHY AM I GETTING THESE UNHINGED ASKS

[the-way-astray]

if keefe sencen was a real person, he’d have a crush on you

I’M GOING TO DELETE TUMBLR AND KILL MYSELF. ANON REVEAL YOURSELF AND YOUR ADDRESS IMMEDIATELY. I NEED TO STAND OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE AND THREATEN YOU WITH A SHARP, POINTY OBJECT UNTIL YOU AGREE TO COMPENSATE ME FINANCIALLY, EMOTIONALLY, PSYCHOLOGICALLY, AND PHYSICALLY FOR THE LEVEL 1000000000000000000 PSYCHIC DAMAGE YOU JUST DEALT ME. WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM AND WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SUCH A THING. WHY.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

so, i’m currently taking a west civics class in college, and i am currently researching ancient greek civilizations, most notably, the arts and culture of ancient greece. i know you have written a fic based on its mythological stories, with minotaur könig (bless your beautiful soul).

but through my readings, i couldn’t help but come up with such a dirty daydreams while in class. i couldn’t stop myself from thinking about könig and… the ancient olympics…

i know, realistically speaking, women were not allowed to attend or watch these games for the most part. so, in a universe where könig’s dedication not only falls upon him being a top man, but being the perfect man in honor of being recognized by the god of strength himself, he becomes so enticing in the way he trains and readies himself for such a significant event of his life. he’s never really had much to care for, neither does he need to prioritize anything that isn’t him or his training. he’s a workhorse, nothing stopping him from being the best, most valuable follower of zeus. that is… until…

well, it was your fault, and you admit that, but he wasn’t stopping you either. i mean, who could blame you, this little thing sneaking and peeping at a man who’s at work in order to provide to cute women like yourself. in fact, you argue that this was your way of appreciating a man, to observe them in their element in such a loving gaze. it didn’t help that könig was a man who preferred to train naked too, in all his glory, so of course there was no missing you, you were just too obvious for a man like him to notice you.

and with every grunt he’d give after each swing of a fist or a blade, a mew is what you’d give in return, your own form of a cheer for him to keep going. and you promised you didn’t mean to stare and make distracting noises, but an innocent maiden like yourself was just too hypnotized by this new anatomy that was found between this man’s legs. so outspoken, so dirty for your mouth to spew such beautiful filth to a stranger.

was this könig’s new test of endurance? part of the program to make him stronger for the olympic event that was just around the corner. he has heard man advising others to refrain from sex before the games, but he hadn’t even been given the chance to work on that since no one was bold enough to approach him like you did. he wonders, does fucking before a game really make a man weak, does thinking about shoving his big dumb cock in his soon-to-be wife distract him too much to succeed? perhaps, perhaps not, one thing he does know though, he’s got someone else to honor and worship, which makes his training all the more necessary.

Oh my god….. I’m totes not getting caught up in the fact that women were not allowed to participate in these activities….

This led me to think, what if some misbehaving little creature decided to peep at this Hercules reborn? She gets caught one day, but because she’s absolutely carefree and unhinged, she asks König if he could show her how to train.

CW: Nudity, implied sexism/misogyny (Ancient Greek society thang), teasing König to the point where he gets a boner and growls

Our Olympian hero gets so confused that he forgets he was supposed to report you or throw you out of the gym. Outside, where birds fly free and the sun tortures the trainees, he has picked a spot where he can train in solitude and silence: for some reason, other people’s stares make him uncomfortable… Until this curious, sweet little nymph came around, perched atop a wide rock, munching some wild mountain herb as she watched him train.

He allowed her to watch him train for two days, but on the third, he marched over to her and told her she needs to leave. Women are not allowed here, doesn’t she know that? Where are her parents? Does she have a husband?

No, no husband, and her parents don’t really care what she does. Well, this explains why she’s behaving this way. Running around the hillside so untame, watching men train—can’t she see she’s putting herself in danger? Any one of these men could decide to just take her on the barren land if she’s not careful.

She just giggles and asks, would he like to take her? Then points out that men shouldn’t waste their seed before a big competition. Also, Zeus’s wife would not think well of him if she saw him rut innocent women on the hill... There’s nothing but heaven above them, surely someone would see. The gods could curse him with a weak ankle, or a sprained muscle, a failing heart or a snake bite…

“All right, all right, that’s enough,” he says, but there’s even worse to come.

Next, she asks if he could show her how to lift those smaller rocks, how to throw a javelin or a discus. Could he teach her how to wrestle…?

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs while his groin floods with warmth at the thought of wrestling with this pretty, wonton woman. She’s absolutely disgraceful, and yet, he doubts she’s running from man to man, teasing them to death. She’s not begging to get raped, she’s just… a little gullible, or something. Happened to take interest in him, little thing. As she should, after all, he’s the pride of this city...

“You fear I’ll become better than you?” She asks with little stars in her stare.

“Bah. Don’t be ridiculous...”

They’re both smiling, now. This kind of banter and games he has never experienced with a lady, she’s making him extremely uncomfortable and at the same time, fly high like Icarus. He’ll have to be careful he doesn’t get burned…

When he still refuses to show her how to train, she shrugs and goes over to the wooden javelin that’s taller than her. Picking it up, he expects the gods to smite her down with a sudden hail or thunder, but nothing happens. The sun keeps on shining, and the sheep keep on baaing. She weighs it with two hands, then starts to look for a spot to try and throw it.

“Wait,” he calls after her, but she only looks back at him with a smile. Picks off to run, with the javelin securely in her right hand, she runs like a deer while he lumbers after her, completely perplexed.

Insufferable woman… He’s growing hard from the cock as he runs, somehow aroused by this silly chase. Like Apollo trying to court Daphne, but his Daphne is not meek and unwilling; she’s giggling as he huffs and runs after her like a stumbling giant.

At a distant field of nothing but rock and weather-beaten flowers, she stops. Shields her eyes as she looks for a perfect spot, she’s not even breathless when he finally catches her. She turns around to look at her hero, catching his breath in the sun.

“You’re not fit enough for a marathon,” she comments. “Did you lift too many weights?”

“Give me the javelin,” he pants, dismissing her blunt analysis of his weaknesses. Stepping towards her, he extends his hand, offering her a chance to return it to him without fuss.

“Wrestle it from me,” she smiles, so playfully and brightly that his cock suffers another throb.

Gods damn this woman... She’s toying, playing with him, teasing him to the point where he’s left no choice.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, which means the “wrestling” becomes an awkward battle of snickers and limbs. His cock gets in the way, and to an outsider, this might look like a scene of an oddly gentle, upcoming rape… This little minx is giving him such an ache in his head and his loins that he’s gritting his teeth by the time he gets his hands around the wooden spear. By then, she has her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms above her head as she’s lying on her back with him on top of her.

“I’m not letting go,” she laughs as they both hold the spear, his erection now blissfully trapped between her legs.

“Who sent you,” he grunts, head spinning as he tries to figure out which of the gods is trying to give him trouble this time.

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re here to thwart and tease me. Tell me who sent you, now.”

“You think I’m sent by some angry god?”

Her eyes sparkle even more, if possible. She even giggles under him and under the sun, her laugh like a thousand little bells in his ears.

“That’s so cute…!”

His grunts turn into a hollow, painful growl – even Tartaros is better than this.

“Train me, and I’ll let you have your silly javelin,” she smiles, even licking her lips before they purse together innocently.

But he knows she’s far from innocent. She has to be a curse of some sort, a plight sent here to torment him, because he finds himself sighing, “Alright…”

He gives her one condition: she has to wear clothes; no flaunting herself around him and especially not around the other men if they were to ever see her. They will both get flogged or worse if this mockery comes to daylight… She gives him a soft, adoring smile this time, and says of course, whatever he says.

The next day, she���s waiting for him at the training grounds, javelin in her hands…

Completely, utterly naked.

[radicalstoner]

reason #6263 why your boyfriends make you less radical - hetfems like yourself aren’t posting anything about that mass drug rape case by a “kind considerate husband” who was a fine husband until he hit his 60s and got strangers to rape his wife. you lot refuse engaging in all the proof male partners are equally scummy as any other man and that it’s anti-radical to encourage any woman to date men (even “safely”). you just conveniently go missing. funny that. lesbians, celibates and febfems, once again, being the only ones to circulate the multitude of OSA IPV cases like these. your “not all men bc Jakey” impacts your ability to be radical because you’re so afraid of I told you so that you stop posting how bad boyfriends and husbands can be. Giselle’s husband was white btw 😂😂

Dude I've barely even been online the past few weeks, as I said to my last anon msg (which I'm guessing was also from you). Yall are so obsessed that you're checking my blog and taking the lack of posts (about anything - I've posted 7 times total in the last week) as evidence that I don't care about feminist current events issues, like pls be serious, that's some of the most basement-dweller shit I've ever read - "you clearly don't care about things if you don't post about them!!!!!1!1!1!!" Get real lmfaooo

I literally just haven't been around so I'm not as up-to-date on news (esp news being discussed on radblr), bc I haven't even scrolled my dash for more than 15sec in probably months - I'm sorry you're so chronically online that you can't even fathom the idea that someone hasn't been GLUED to tumblr constantly. I open the app every couple days when I'm bored, read notifications, and then close it bc doomscrolling is horrible for my (anyone's) mental health - as demonstrated by your unhinged ask, perfectly reflecting the madness that takes over when you are wired in 24/7!

As for the heartbreaking crime you mentioned - I hadn't heard about it prior to receiving your ask, but I read up on it and it's horrific; men are capable of the most dehumanizing, sub-human atrocities on this earth, and it makes me absolutely sick. Not sure why being with a man (who does not abuse me) would change my response to such a horrible tragedy; I don't think men are uwu innocent puppy dogs, I am FAR TOO AWARE of male violence, having been victimized several times in my life. Just bc I happened to meet a man who I feel comfortable and safe with doesn't mean I suddenly feel comfortable and safe with every man on earth - far from it.

But you write as though "male partners" are a separate species that is inevitably and psychopathically violent, and I'm sorry but I just don't buy that - I can't. It's such a blackpill stance, and I know it comes from serious trauma at the hands of men: I myself used to have fight-or-flight response from every man I saw bc of thinking like yours that they're basically rabid animals, and I was also a NEET who didn't have a big social life, so it was easy for me to get sucked into the catastrophizing polarized mindset here on radblr. But now I'm a normal adult with a real life who interacts w people from all walks of life, and I'm much more adjusted to nuanced thinking rather than black-and-white stances. The world is rarely so simple as good vs bad. I feel so much more at peace in the world AND in my feminist activism, knowing that my viewpoint and actions have been shaped by exposure to/analysis of a diverse and ever-growing pool of opinions.

Also side note, why'd you feel the need to add that the monster who violated and tortured his wife is white?? Men of all skin colors have equal opportunity to abuse in any number of ways, I have never stated a single thing about men of a specific race being more/less violent, and when I saw some of that sentiment coming from other radblr blogs I was truly disgusted.

Don't try to rope me into shit I didn't do, and don't act like I'm representative of every non-separatist woman on radblr - I'm literally Just Some Guy™ living my life, and it seems like y'all take it SO personally... which is extremely parasocial of you fr, like you're never even going to encounter me on the street, why you sending me a dozen anons a day (most of which I don't even post) even when my blog is inactive asf. If my existence (clearly) occupies your mind 24/7 and distresses you so deeply, just block and move on! Accusatory mocking asks like this do nothing to change my opinions and they sure as hell don't tear me down - I'm not so fragile and insecure that I need internet strangers to validate my opinions/view before I dare to even have them. Try it sometime!! :)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

7+8 of hurt/comfort with glitchy red?

7) "Because nobody cares about me!"

8) "Because I care about you!"

..........

When Red finally managed to escape that game with your help, of course you weren't expecting him to become your best friend right away.

After all, he never really trusted anyone who managed to get ahold of the GBA with the hacked cartridge inside it--the latest person being you.

He thought you were just like the "others": players who'd mess around the code and force him to see things that caused his sentience to begin with..which set him on the path to a torturous existence he didn't ask for.

No matter how much he resisted, they'd always find a way to make the code work in their favor. And because of that, it took him a while to realize that you're only hacking the game to give him a way out. Yet he would still fight back and beg you to stop, insisting there was no point in saving him.

Yet by some miracle...you did.

As now he was in your room, looking down at the GBA and its cracked screen on the floor from which he emerged. It was a shock to see that tiny little machine was his prison since his creation..and to finally stomp on it and crush it to pieces felt liberating.

Except...

He still felt the same anguish as before, even as he stared down at the broken pieces.

You promised him that getting out of the game would bring him peace, and he decided to believe you and trust you, since you genuinely saw him as a person trapped inside that hellish thing.

That being said...why was his heart still full of hatred and misery?

Why didn't he feel better?

But as he began to realize he could actually interact with this world, he took one look at you...

And he felt rage overcome him as you stood there, not saying a word. You were simply surprised that your plan worked, and stunned that of course you managed to free him.

Though Red didn't see it as that at all. He thought you were afraid, or having second guesses.

He still didn't know what your ulterior motives were for helping him. But he firmly believed you were just going to abandon him now that you were "finished", seeing you back towards the door as he approached you.

He couldn't get to any of the players before, but now you two were on the same plane of existence.

This was his chance to exact revenge.

And that's what he did as he lunged at you without warning, easily overpowering you and leaving a deep scratch mark along your torso. It turns out, his glitchiness was still a part of him as he managed to unhinge his jaw and bare his teeth like a wild animal.

He thought being free would make him human...yet he felt the opposite.

"You said you'd fix me, but you LIED!!" He screamed, furious that his voice sounded the same as it always did: ran through a bitcrusher program. "Why do I sound like this still?! Why am I...still broken?!!"

"..R-Red..I..I only said I could help you get out." You tried to reason with the raging glitch that had you pinned against the wall. "I'm sorry if that wasn't enough but-"

"Oh, it was plenty enough." He huffed. "But I guess I should thank you...because now I can take my revenge on you sickos who tormented me for fun."

"I...wasn't tormenting you.."

"Yeah, but you reminded me of all that pain. Honestly..I think freeing me was the stupidest decision of your life-"

"It's true I've made tons of stupid decisions, but..th-that wasn't one of them. I wanted to help you."

Blinking in surprise, Red raised an eyebrow. Though he just scowled at you again, unwilling to let his guard down. "No...you don't mean that. You only freed me so I'd shut up about it...so I'd stop haunting your stupid little game. No sane person would do that out of "kindness"."

"That's not true." You huffed, annoyed that he was refusing to believe you after all you've done. "What makes you assume I don't care-?"

"Because nobody cares about me!!" He snapped. "Nobody has for years, and they never will. So just stop pretending...it'll make this easier for the both of us." His hands went to your throat.

Yet despite knowing he could easily snap your neck, you refused to fight back or even struggle a little bit. And he quickly noticed this, frowning. "What's wrong? Too scared to fight because you know you lost? Because you know you shouldn't have freed this monster?" He taunted.

"You're not a monster-"

"STOP LYING!!"

"...I'm not lying to you, Red." You firmly insisted. "I believed you were a real person from that start. I couldn't leave you in that game to suffer! I spent days trying to figure out the coding. I lost sleep over this, but you still think I don't give a shit, huh?"

Finally, you managed to catch him off-guard with that response. And for the first time...he began to wonder why he was doing this to you.

All you've ever wanted to do was help him.

And this is how he repays you?

Still, he doesn't understand the "why" of it all. Why you'd lose sleep over someone like him..or why you don't seem afraid anymore.

You must've wanted something for sure.

"Why go through all of this for me?"

"Because I care about you!" You blurted out, embarrassed but relieved to get the truth out to him. "I never stopped caring since the day you talked back to me. I-I know I can't make you forget what you've been through...or find the people who made you this way, but...I just wanted to give you a better life in this world. That's all."

"And you...want nothing in return?" Red blinked, feeling himself calming down from his rage.

"Not a thing." You smiled a bit, showing him you were sincere. "I know you're angry and hurt, and I'm an easy target. But I promise I won't leave you like they all did. You can stay with me as long as you want."

"...you won't throw me out?"

"Why would I do that?" Gently, you put your hands over his gloved ones, slowly bringing them away from your neck. But you didn't let go of them, holding them tightly. "But there you have it...that's the real reason I wanted to let you out. So we can be together and you can be happy."

For a while, he didn't say anything back, as he had averted his gaze to the ground. Though moments later you heard a sniffle, which worried you.

Especially when you saw small water droplets splattering onto his shoes.

"Red?"

Reaching over, you gently cupped his face, making him look up at you. Not only was he completely free of glitches...but he was also crying.

At last, he showed vulnerability.

"It's okay," you reassured him, happy that he was finally willing to trust you. "You're safe now. You won't be abandoned ever again."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, some of which you gently brushed away with your thumb. He sniffled again and nuzzled against your palm, slowly becoming addicted to this feeling of comfort.

It was so foreign...yet it felt so right.

"..s-sorry, now I feel like an asshole after all that stuff you said." Closing his eyes, he just tried focusing on your kind touches, trying to forget about all the pain he endured. "It just..hurts so much. I'm tired.."

His head fell against your shoulder, but you just rubbed the back of it, letting him rest for as long as he needed to.

[serendipnpipity]

Another Unhinged DnP Dream???

I’m a rookie astronaut, all suited up in the pre-launch room and prepping for my first moon mission. While the rest of my friends and family mingle around me, my mom pulls me to the side.

“I need to talk to you.”

What? Why?

“Not here.”

We go through a side door into a space that resembles the sound booth of a recording studio. With tears in her eyes, my mom confesses that she and my dad are getting divorced. Now, for context of the thoughts running through my wild mind, my parents (in the dream and IRL) have been married for over 20 years and to me are *the model* for strong couples. Out of my extended family’s history of messy relationships, I could always trust that they would never be the kind to break up because their communication and respect for one another are simply too strong. 

As a result, I’m spiraling at the news that out of nowhere, my mom and dad apparently cannot even stand to exist in the same room together—not even to celebrate their daughter’s massive career achievement. This bomb is being dropped on me twenty minutes before my rocket launch, mind you. Oh, and also, apparently, my dad stole the pair of diamond earrings my mom bought, just to be petty. I am shaken to my core. My mom leaves, and I FaceTime my friends for some moral support. 

And then it gets worse.

Remember how I said this dream involves our dear Dan and Phil?

While I tell the story to my friends over the phone, one of them gets a strange look on her face. In this dream-world, she has psychic abilities; she’s envisioning a new tidbit of information specifically designed by my IRL subconscious to torture me. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and I already know I don’t want to hear the answer. 

She gazes at me with a mournful look on her face and tells me—you know Dan and Phil? They’re breaking up, moving out. They hate each other now. And they’re fighting over who gets custody of the gaming channel. 

First my parents, now my Emotional Support Internet People? Guys, it’s T-minus twenty minutes to launch! I cannot deal with this!!!

I run to the nearest restroom and lock myself in a stall to check Tumblr (naturally). The entire Internet is battling over a massive poll post about if they’d rather watch DanGames or PhilGames from now on. My vision is so blurred by tears, it’s impossible to see which option I click on the screen. PhilGames is winning by a large margin. Phil also took full ownership of the phouse and evicted Dan. This cannot be real, but even so, my mind is not in the right place to deal with reality. 

How much time passes after that before the rocket crew finds me is hard to say, but hey—

They still launch me to the moon. 

[asherlockstudy]

HEY FRIENDS

Literally one year ago I made a vague post and a few people asked me what I meant, but I felt a little drained at the time and never explained but as GME3 is fast approaching, I am re-emerging with the questionable decision to write my thoughts on GME2. 

Bear in mind that some of the points might be negative as I have explained my conflicted feelings about this show before however don't let that discourage you from reading it because there's more to it than the negative points, trust me. Also, the post is GIF heavy so I put the rest of it under the cut.

GME2 thoughts: 

Rhett and Link can’t tell the difference between an evening show and a soft Only Fans account. I didn’t mind anything in the show (except for that sex doll with the fucked up eyes that creep me out),  I just...don’t understand completely: who came up with this project, how genuinely RandL like it and how it relates to their occasional irritation against shippers. 

In other words, for people who proclaim they don’t understand why people ship them, acting out explicit fanfics is a bold decision to say the least.

Like, the whole concept of the show is for them to drink so their boundaries go down and then when somebody goes a bit off the rails, everyone is like “oh no” and facepalming. What’s up with that? Either embrace the concept of your show or don’t do it at all. I mean, nothing was truly much except for the fanfic enactment which was a bit much, if you ask me, perhaps mostly because I can’t tell how comfortable they are with it. Sometimes, especially Rhett just doesn’t look totally okay with it. So why do it? For the extra fee? Really? Wow. As an example, neither Rhett nor Link felt okay with sucking Chase’s toes and, guess what, Chase didn’t want it either. Who’s the mastermind behind all that... And has Chase gotten his raise yet?

Let’s go to Rhett. I might be wrong but I have noticed that for his size, Rhett is kinda a lightweight. One beer and his eyes are glassy, his cheeks round and red. In the last GME, he had refrained from drinking because he wanted to handle the situation in case Link lost it. This time, 7 shots and a few more drinks during the show weren’t enough to make him drunk, or as drunk as Link, or make him lose himself into the moment and have fun. Conclusion: Rhett is not very comfortable with this project. Rhett is afraid of Link being unhinged. Why is he afraid of an unhinged Link? What can Link say or do that Stevie wouldn’t be able to handle and he would have to step in? It’s plain throughout the show that Rhett is constantly concerned about what Link might say next. What on earth can a Southern ex-hardcore Evangelist married at 20 say that is giving Rhett nightmares?

 Rhett confirming that Link does the fibonacci when he shaves his face lol Do they often talk about fibonacci shaving? Does he remember it from 20 years ago? How often does Link shave in the creative house? Questions, questions, questions...

Rhett fully knowing that Link had a story about hurting his dick. Link clarifying he meant one when he was alone. Rhett warning him “I am just looking out for you”. Thus, Rhett knowing Link hurt his dick when he was with somebody else and considered it a story that Link would regret revealing. So, is Rhett having nightmares because Link hurt his dick when he was with Christy and if so, why? No??? Notice Rhett getting lowkey tortured until Link finally wraps up his silly harmless story. He lost five years of life there. 

Link saying he wishes his Christy buttcheek tattoo faded away... because “this would symbolise the long time they have been together”. Okay... all right.

 Rhett confirmed as an ass man besides a vagina man. Like, just as he was saying he was always so fascinated by vaginas he almost gave them supernatural qualities, he now pretty much said the asshole is divine design! Link bumped Rhett’s shoulder at the mention of anal preference, pointing at him, once more giving Rhett a scare. (BTW the truth is Rhett is an #anything_goes man let’s be real XD)

Link non-verbally proclaimed them both “team ass” but not with Rhett’s consent. 

Link said at two points in the aftershow that Rhett made him uncomfortable but I can’t for the life of me understand what he was talking about and it seems Rhett did neither. There was probably something that flew over my head entirely...

That’s just funny but Link in the end saying “After fucking all these years, we’re still surprising your ass”. This is not even a Freudian slip, this is a Freudian syntax! Next level shit XD Meanwhile Rhett: 

#When ten drinks are not enough to save you from Link's syntax

And now let’s go to the sequence I was referring to in the previous (one year old) vague post:

The Bean daddy fic enactment was initially a thing of cuteness, indeed, but I have the suspicion there was more going on. Let’s see it step by step.

The cute thing started because Link somehow played the role of tentative Link shyly revealing his deeper feelings with exceptional skill. It was also cute when Rhett, while still impersonating fic!Rhett basically implored Link to not drop chocolate syrup on his clothes, hair and beard. He was having fun with it and he was being flirtatious and affectionate towards Link, though, again he was still supposedly imitating his fic version.

Link received passively Rhett’s flirty show, with moderate amusement. However, it is very important to note that he was nodding affirmatively throughout Rhett’s flirty request. He had a face saying “okay, I understand, I am not gonna drop the chocolate all over you”. That's important to keep in mind.

Notice how Rhett asks Link to take care how he'll pour the syrup in character while Link is amused but also nods affirmatively that he does not intent to screw Rhett's outfit.

As soon as Rhett trusts Link won’t screw him like that, he drops his head back and opens his mouth waiting for the chocolate syrup. Then Link tells him seriously to hold on, he immediately changes to a sexy imitation of Rhett’s open mouth, saying something like “I just want to acknowledge…” Rhett raises his head, “Yess???”, still in the flirty silly mood, probably believing Link is improvising within the fic’s context. But Link says: “Don’t assume the position just yet, because I would like to respond to that”. At this point, clearly Link doesn't follow the script. Rhett waits but he is still in the flirty amused mode. Link does this characteristic hand motion which means something very clear “All jokes aside, I want to talk about something serious now”. Rhett takes note of Link’s hand gesture but he still doesn’t drop his flirty persona. Link announces to Rhett: “This is a test.” Rhett is clearly too far gone enjoying the fic enactment. He nods without clearly understanding. “This is a test…”, he agrees, nodding, until finally his brain catches up. “………of whaaaaat?”, he asks half-fic like, half-suspicious.

Notice Link's serious gesture and Rhett becoming suspicious literally mid-sentence after Link says "this is a test".

Link starts to mouth something but immediately changes it and says slowly and cautiously: “Of my ability to be your true friend”. Rhett’s amusement is gone. He dismisses Link hastily, mumbling “I believe it” and assumes the position again. Link insists though, inching closer. “Because…”, he starts. Rhett immediately closes his mouth and turns to face Link alarmed. It seemed to me he felt vulnerable to wait there with an open mouth and Link so close.

Notice Rhett dismissing Link and how quickly he closes his mouth once Link gets closer.

Link continued slowly, trying to fill the lack of words with facial expressions translatable only to Rhett and not us. “Because… the most entertaining thing to do… would be…”. “No, no it actually wouldn’t be”, Rhett countered quickly and still somewhat softly but there was fear and panic in his eyes in that moment. My assumption is that he was still being soft in order to not rile up the mildly inebriated Link too much. Rhett continued: "It would be the opposite of what you're actually thinking".

Link tries to communicate with faces (including puckered lips) instead of fully formed sentences but Rhett understands. He's neither flirty nor amused anymore. He asserts what Link thought to do - the test, "the abilty of being his true friend", would have the exact opposite result from entertainement.

Link doesn't drop it just yet. He asks Rhett if he really knows what Link is thinking about. Rhett hums affirmatively. But Link says: "Cause I was thinking about being the hero by just putting it in your mouth and not getting it all over you. But now you are just telling me to get it all over you." Of course this is a lie. Rhett spent so much time making it clear he does not want syrup all over himself. Link nodded so many times, making it clear he understood and agreed. He made the gesture meaning "I am gonna talk about something different and more important". So, the test that he wanted to acknowledge that this whole skit was about was something different. But in the end he saw how negative Rhett was to the idea and quickly twisted his statements, now saying it was all about whether he would drop the chocolate on his...true friend or not, which makes no sense whatsoever as statements go and it is redundant, since it was established and agreed upon literally seconds before that he would not do it.. Rhett says something I can't catch, like "no, I know what you were thinking" or "no, you won't do what you're thinking" or something similar. Link then repeats in his twist of words that Rhett essentially urges him to drop the chocolate all over him and he has that rabid look he sometimes has near Rhett. Rhett then, again with his mouth open, says: "Okay, it's time. We've milked this moment enough". Rhett clearly tries to bring Link to his senses and avoid this moment lingering too much in people's memory.

Link is bummed at Rhett's refusal however not "wounded type" of bummed. I guess it was more like, tipsy Link threw an idea out there, Rhett reacted poorly to it and Link was done like "okay it's on you that this test won't happen" but then got on with everything without more drama.

What was that test?

Well, repeating Link's words:

I would just like to acknowledge... This is a test. Of my ability to be your true friend. The most entertaining thing to do... would be...

Does anyone know whether there was more in this fic? Perhaps something more in it that Link wanted to acknowledge but Rhett didn't want enacted?

Maybe what Link wanted to test as "potentially the most entertaining thng to do" was his initiative alone? And it would be proof of Link being Rhett's true... friend. And Rhett knew what Link had in mind but he was adamant that it would have the exact opposite effect on the audience than what Link expected.

Hmm. I leave you to your thoughts and your mental preparation for GME3.

[prismartist]

a medium rare occurrence

part 6 (final) of To break bread, the series about soulbounds and food.

Ao3

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“Why don’t you eat?” Scott asks during one of their brief, very painful encounters.

Pearl gives Scott an amused look. “What do you mean? Of course I eat.”

“Yeah, but not enough. You know how often I get so weak from hunger pangs?”

“Of course I do!” Pearl giggles. “I’m the one causing them!”

“You’re really trying to get us killed, huh,” he bemoans.

“Sure am!”

Scott gives a hard, disparaged look that lasts a second too long, then walks off, snow trailing from his jacket. Pearl can’t shake the feeling that he’s up to something.

Pearl’s never been the most conservative of people, at least in this world. Everyone knows it. Her soulmate knows it. She herself even knows it. 

Still, she’s aware that living off the land and a few stalks of wheat isn’t ideal. She can barely make half a stack of bread every day—which starts to get stale after a while—and any animals are few and far between. Even the meat is mostly unseasoned, half-raw and tasteless on her tongue, which is numb from the snow most of the time. 

But she knows Scott can feel the frequent pangs of hunger, and she takes whatever comfort she can get from that fact.

She climbs up her tower after a long day out doing, well, the usual torture and menacing. When she pops her head up, gasping as if coming up for air, there’s a sign and chest waiting for her. 

Pearl freezes, bracing herself for a threat of some sort. Another Red message wouldn’t be much of a surprise. She stands, approaches it cautiously, until she reads the small script written neatly in cyan dye. 

Saw you only had wheat. Thought you might want better saturation. Please eat. xoxo, ur ex.

Inside the chest is a paper bag full of beef steak, still warm. Seasoned and marinated too, judging by the scent. It fills Pearl’s brain and makes her mouth water to the brim. There’s an urge, the unhinged side of her that’s snapped since the beginning, to just dive in and devour the whole bag then and there. Instead she takes a deep breath and a piece of paper from her inventory—clean, she thinks, hopefully—and uses it to grip one of the steaks. In another world she might’ve put it on a plate, enjoyed it with carrots and potatoes and rice, but one can’t really afford any pleasantries. 

She starts to bring it to her lips, but halts. Does she really want to accept Scott’s gift? A few hours ago they were staring each other in the face as snow dug into their skin. She has half a mind to refuse, to chuck all of it to Tilly and let her and her soulmate starve. 

But her stomach growls like her wolves, and oh god, there's seasoning on this.

So Pearl holds the steak up to her face, breathes in the scent once more; it hits her like a truck this time. She bites off a chunk and lets out a satisfying groan, the juice running down her fingers and chin.

It’s the best thing she’s had in weeks.

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Scott smiles as the taste of his own cooking floods his tongue, and the annoying hunger dissipates in his stomach.

“Thank god,” he mutters to himself, amused at the overwhelming umami. She must be devouring it. That’s on brand for her.

There’s a knock at the door, a rhythm only Scott would recognize. “Come in, Cleo.”

Cleo walks in, holding a leather bag. “Heeyyy.”

“Hiya.” Scott eyes the bag curiously. “What you got there?”

“Gift from an ex.” They walk over to him, untying the string. “Had a surprisingly lovely bonding experience with him.”

Scott raises his brows. “Is that so?”

“That is indeed so. But don’t tell him that.” They open the mouth and tilt it so Scott can see the loaf of bread within, cut in half and filled with pulled beef. “Quite yummy stuff. I dunno what he put in the marinade, but whatever it is, it’s good.”

“A date with your divorced soulbound? Must be a night of miracles.”

“Midnight magic, I guess.” Cleo shrugs, then scrunches closed the mouth and hands the bag to Scott. “How’s your kind-of offering to your maniac of an ex?”

Scott takes the bag. “It’s going well, actually. I currently feel like I’m stuffing my mouth with meat.”

Cleo giggles. “Lucky you.”

“I know.”

“Well, that ought to last you two for the next couple days.”

“God, I hope, because I know she’s not going to eat anything after this.”

Cleo gives an amused smile, then turns. “Well, I best be off. Have fun with your ex.”

“I will. Night, Cleo.”

“Goodnight, Scott.”

They shut the door behind them, and Scott lays down, enjoying the taste of steak. He waits for Pearl to finish his gift before he drifts off, feeling sleep take them over at the same time.

[danmeiconfession]

genre conventions anon

So many straw men in the comments. From claiming I want people to stop analyzing the book,to mentioning authors' comments,which I never did,to the usual "but wei wuxian doesn't deserve to be a hero either!". also something about him bottoming ? It's quite amazing how you can do complex textual analysis but fail to understand a simple ask. I believe that it's a reading in bad faith problem rather than a literacy one,but who knows.

Ok,first of all,if your textually grounded analysis has you reaching the conclusion "jgy is not comfortable working with xue yang" after reading the villainous friends extra,then your argument that you only care about text is null. That's exactly why I say you are lying with your whole chests. I'm not going to send a wall of examples but there are at least 5 moments,in the actual text of the novel(which you claim to care about),which point to the opposite: except for the literal throwing in the cage,jgy is quite an active participant to the cruelty that happens there. Cherry-picking just two scenes: the tongue tea rejection and one moment of jgy calming his nerves,and omitting almost the entire extra because it does not match your agenda is what I mean by intellectual dishonesty. It's not 'thoughful analysis' or 'defying genres'.

Of course the classic defense is gonna be "but wei wuxian!!". That's why genre conventions matter and why I made the first post. If I pick up a book titled the grandmaster of demonic cultivation that is about a guy raising corpses,I expect the guy to be demonic and clearly not a pure angel. I already have preferences of the types of characters I will root for,because I know what genre I am CHOOSING (out of hundreds of genres available). Yes,there is plenty of xianxia with actual evil or far more morally gray protagonists. The difference is that xianxia also often contains characters like Wei Wuxian or Xiao Xingchen. Those would not be given such a strong voice in a more classic lit genre,as they would only be described as naive fools(both) or unhinged violent madmen(wwx). In a different genre,it would not be at the centre of their narratives that these two are,at their core,idealists who want to help people.

In the case of MDZS,I know before reading which type of character flaws I will enjoy vs the ones I will not. Killing 1000 cultivators and torturing Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao might be worse crimes in real life,but in this fictional world,for me these actions are emotionally justified forms of revenge or self-defense,enjoyable to watch and far preferable to something like Jin Guangyao enabling Xue Yang, or Xue Yang tricking Xiao Xingchen. Basically,evil I cannot personally enact in real life VS. evil I am capable of. I also chose the novel with a main character I might like,it's not that I like him just because of his protagonist halo.

Also because of genre conventions,if I pick up Succession to watch,I will not complain about people being duplicitous or manipulative. There,I would root for the Jin Guangyao-like characters,and find them heroic. But to look at something like mdzs,unapologetic in its belief that following your principles MATTERS,even if all it gets you is being cast off from society, and complain that the hero and villain should be switched is not reading the room at all... If you switch them it would become a different novel,and I wouldn't love it so much.

I actually have a love-hate relationship with JGY,and I'm quite content with letting both those emotions flow at the same time. More emotional enrichment for me. But when reading something like MDZS,I rather want to experience the imaginary fantastic evil of torturing the killer of your entire family,instead of experiencing and empathizing with the banal evil of JGY's lies. I want to see how a two-faced politician shielding a criminal who tortures innocents for fun is finally exposed. I also feel more strongly for the characters that will break than for the ones that will bend and survive at all costs. I see these 'I had no choice!!' JGY-like guys every day. For once,I want to be allowed to NOT empathize with them.

Also,coming into a foreign country genre with established tropes and claiming your western interpretation is how you make the genre cooler and better and that the author is irrelevant...yeah. That part especially does make me sick. I tried to ignore this but the venn diagram of people living in the US and those who position themselves as authority on what FEELINGS fans should have about a villain(only reasonable cold logical analysis allowed because otherwise you are the purity police or however you call it),has some significant overlap after all.

What you in your US American ignorance won't get,is that your culturally-specific redeemability discourse is irrelevant to me. I DO NOT care who is morally pure and who is morally evil on some abstract 'rational' scale. I am reading this book,in this specific genre,for my own emotional enrichment and catharsis. Talking about it as if I'm about to be graded on how morally neutral or empathetic to antagonists I am,is not what I'm here for. That's why I said open up your mind. Not everyone approaches fiction from an 'undergrad literary analysis course' point of view,and your culture is not universal.

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[ladysomething]

Hello fellow deranged people, I have been dying reading through all the asks today. As soon as I think I've wrapped my head around the levels of chaos and unhinged-ery going on, I'm wrong. But I love that so much!! And so to the data anon, please keep the list going, its simultaneously torturing me and reviving me. It's too funny and iconic now to abandon!

And hello Mads too!!! My mind has been so consumed by wygig today, as it always is, and it gets dangerous in the waits between chapters because I am forced to let myself fantasise about chapters way in the future. I've been picturing Max having a rut, while Charles is not in heat and omg it's been so fun. Max is always the one who is so stoic and in control, so I love the thought of him losing all semblance of dignity and not being able to stop any of his instincts that he's usually so good at suppressing. Like I can imagine him being so dominant and possessive of Charles, but also being so protective and needy.

I was thinking of this one particular scene in my head where Charles would have to be in charge of looking after his incapable rut- stupid alpha and so he keeps telling Max that he needs to eat and drink but if he even so much as tries to crawl down the bed to get them, Max growls and grabs his ankle to pull him right back onto his knot cause he can't understand why his omega would want to not be full of him for even a second.

Now that I've got that off my chest, I'm going to go lie down in a dark room now xx

I hope lying in a dark room brought you some peace anon. I can't really say it brought me much peace personally, but that's probably because I still have a few asks waiting for me hahaha

@ data anon, the people love you, so. your jobs continues. much love and appreciation from all of us!!!

honestly. I love this fantasy. you've got the vibes down perfectly tbh.

I'm SO excited for Max's rut, because, minor spoiler ....... but there is a lot of trust that has to be extended by Charles to offer to spend it with Max. soooooooooooooooooo

[dhampiravidi]

here's my favorite HCs for Jason Todd

6'2" = 1.8796 m (apparently). in other words, he IS just the teeniest bit TALLER than Bruce Wayne, his dad. & it's even better when they're both in costume, because his boots add a teeny bit MORE (ofc it's offset by Bruce's Batman boots, but stfu). he's a big boy who Alfred insists is "still growing" & therefore he deserves lots of food. specifically, bread, which he's always had a fondness for. that, hot dogs & spicy noodles (pad thai, Nona's* spaghetti, Alfred's secret recipe chicken noodle soup)!!

he's half Latino & half Italian. yes, I know that "Todd" & "Haywood" are names of English origin. I am aware. & I don't care. he speaks Spanish as a second language & Italian as a speaking-only third (since some of the families in the neighborhood know some Italian). yeah, he was born with auburn (reddish-brown) hair, but he dyes it black. no one knows why & no one asks. and ofc there's the white streak, which almost magically pops back up every time he tries to dye it.

his eyes were more blue, maybe a glassy hazel when he was Robin. after the Pit, dark green leaked into his irises, even more so when he gets incredibly angry/upset.

his butt is toned, duh, but his thighs and pecs are the stuff of legend. he just naturally has a broader chest and thicc thighs (that can crush watermelons--and they will, if you're close with him and you ask nicely, promising a gift of cookies or cuddles in return). he's actually kind of self-conscious about his thighs, because they're so big.

he's always had a soft spot for innocent creatures, to the point where he's unfazed that they're attracted to his presence. strays try to follow him home when he patrols, to the point where he keeps a bag of cat food in each of his hideouts. one, out of the many reasons why he has a motorcycle is to outrun the strays. when he visits Selina, he plans to stay for at least two hours because they're all gonna lie on him, and who is he to move?? also, babies calm down as soon as he makes noise (speaking normally, singing a lullaby, goo-go-gah lingo, etc.).

he's pansexual, but demisexual and demiromantic. I mean, the guy had a rough childhood home, he was ratted out by his biological mom, and he still has issues with most of his family. ironically, he tends to put his heart into everything he sees as worth doing, even when that comes to people he doesn't know. that's why he takes being a vigilante so seriously. he wants other Gothamites to have a better city than he had growing up, even if it'll never be free of crime.

you bet your ass he likes the classics, namely The Prince, Hamlet, some Jane Austen, and The Catcher in the Rye. do not ask him if he has read Moby Dick or Ulysses. he has (at least, partially) and he hates them both.

he respects women, and with the exception of Alfred, he tends to prefer them to men when it comes to working and doing platonic activities. is being a BIG Wonder Woman fan related to this? no. but he is one.

he saw Barbie. he read about Oppenheimer before the movie came out, and he wasn't amused.

Jason can't do horror movies, especially ones like Saw, or anything that has to do with psychological scares or torturing characters. considering how he died, plus the times he's been hit with fear gas...yeah, he'd much rather watch some action-suspense, a good book adaptation (he gets so fucking unhinged when they don't follow the books), or a witty historical romance.

he actually respects all of his siblings for the most part, and he'll help them with whatever if it's serious. he just feels uncomfortable regularly associating with them because they still have some kind of allegiance to Bruce, who he refuses to treat as a superior/leader of his. he and Bruce do talk one-on-one when Alfred guilts him into coming home for a meal, or when the world's almost ended (for the 59,211,948th time) and they want to say "I'm glad you're not dead" without really saying it. he loves Bruce but he doesn't fully trust him with his heart, if that makes sense.

he mentally separates the Gotham Rogues into those he'll let off with a warning, and those who are scum. the first kind only gets confronted and fought if they're actually hurting people (physically or socioemotionally).

yes, he still uses guns and knives.

[jinkicake]

Sigh,,,,, scaramouche is really bringing my “ in love w mean unhinged men” behavior out😭 like Jesus Christ he’s so,,, not to mention all the hot scaramouche cosplayers giving me butterflies 😒 like him being all “ like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like my toy?” Is 🥴 I can feel the feminism and self respect leaving my body when I see art of him w a smirk. Like good lord something about short men w huge dicks is crazy!! Bc if he looks at me and tells me to shut the fuck up imma do it, depending on the day bc I still like to fight at heart. But he’s literally the peak of the most disrespectful sex ever and I’m so down for it😭 and it sucks that I just started arcane and all the trash ass men in that show have me trapped too😔😔 scaramouche is so annoying bc on some hand he could do all the work bc he wants to let off steam but on the other he likes to torture people; like if you don’t come to him he will let you sit in your embarrassment. Like rip if you want to confess your feelings bc he will act dumb as hell until you say it. “so desperate for it, aren’t you? if you want it, you better start taking it” like not having to ask for the dick properly 😒 but also a “ don’t ask anyone else I’ll do it” mf. Like if you’re only fwb with him bc he doesn’t want to commit first literally just stand next to any other person like he will buy a ring THAT DAY💀 texts you at 4:45 am for a booty call but he really just wants to be held but he can’t say that so he gotta fuck you instead to obtain cuddles😭 “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you, wait until they see who you really belong too” like he’s SUCH A BRAT and if he’s not checked it will only get worse!! Like he literally has not a single card in all of teyvat I think it’s crazy bc he would send you to the Tsaritsa covered in bites And bruises with his cum running down your leg he doesn’t care!! LikeSGDHDJD at some point they gotta start feeling bad for you bc even dottore is like “ you can hide under my desk he won’t find you there”😭😭 childe gotta sneak you out of Snezhnaya but rip bc he will always find you in the end😔😔 might run away just so he can chase me tho🥰🥰

no literally you get it... he's unhinged, he's terrible!! everything i like in a m4n! i dont get why im not more obsessed with him.... i suppose i can only have kaeya in my heart </3

NO LISTEN, I GET IT. I REALLY DO GET IT. the cosplayers and fanarts are hot and all the fanon shit written about him is so hot but then i look at a picture of him and i see the literal puppet and it makes me laugh. i can't look at pictures of him or else i will LAUGH T T but i know how you like your men short sooooooooooo hehehe you're doing great charity work!!!! kekekek

honestly, i think you could take him and win. i know it! but, i know youd also purposely lose to scara smhhh!!!!

NOT ARCANE?! YOU TOO?! ugh is it worth watching? my friend told me to watch but then my other friend begged me not to watch it LMFOA

omgggg no im sorry i love possessive scara sm like this crazy bitch locks you away from everything and keeps you in the finest clothes and has you there only for his eyes.... could you imagine how insane that fucking puppet would go if he couldn't find you? like if the fatui were hiding you from him!? we saw how he acted w the sleeping loser like he k!lled literal agents sooooooo he would literally go feral. and honestly, i can get behind that. I love angsty and desperate scara who has lost the one thing he could never lose.... oh and the punishment that you would suffer once he finds you.... omgggg where are the yandere writers at? please, im begging you to take this! he would be completely evil like his heart would break from the betrayal and would never mend after- angst is too much fun!

no bc his punishments would be horrendous... -i had to share a few more thoughts- like overstimulation one night and then edging another night and then keeping you locked in your room for weeks with no contact until you're crying and begging in his arms when he finally reveals himself again... he'll make sure that you know he's the only thing left on this planet for you.... you'll have it fucked into your mind as he ties you down to each post of your bed and spends all night showing you how much he needs you

[bylightofdawn]

So I don't know if I will emotionally, mentally or physically make i through episode 8 of Beyond Evil.

This episode has been a fucking EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER that has inflicted emotional damage on me.

Thoughts and spoiler cuts beneath the cut.

Oh my god everything with Kang Jin-muk makes my fucking skin crawl. The close up of him eating the noodles and the dutch angle just made it like 10,000 x more upsetting.

His smug smarmy and the taunting way he keeps trying to upset everyone and Dong-sik in particular. Just…OH MY GOD. Someone kill this man. He needs to die.

They fucking BROKE ME at the crematorium scene. Everything with that. Dong-sik needs a hug desperately. Someone give this man a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. Him torturing himself and imagining how he failed Kang Min-jeoeng in her final moments. The fucking shot of him standing on top of the place she was slowly suffocating to death right underneath him. The cinematography of that entire shot? Just mwah chef-kiss.

That is actual nightmare fuel personified there.

And then little Mr Sunshine Oh Ji-hoon just having a mental breakdown because he’s blaming himself for being there and not knowing she was in danger. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

The emotional damage of this episode.

And then they go and give us unhinged Dong-sik just grinning like an absolute feral madman when he taunts Kang Jin-muk into strangling him? So help me if fanficcers aren’t writing some absolutely FILTHY Dong-sik getting off to breathplay smut I WILL BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.

I also love that Han Ju-won just fucking shut down because he oops caught feelings and can’t handle the fact he was willing to murder a man for daring to touch his little Meow Meow. This man is so emotionally constipated he can’t even.

My mans really needed to take an emotional sabbatical because he caught the fee-fees.

And then this fucking show has the AUDACITY to hand us the fertile AU of rent-boy Ju-won and Donk-sik being his client with Dong-sik AS ALWAYS flirting like crazy with him and asking him what kind of flower boy he would be.

HOW DARE YOU. I also love the entire restaurant scene and Han Ju-won trying to be the edgelord that he is who hates icky things like feelings and friendships. Whilst he is TURNING HIMSELF INSIDE OUT EMOTIONALLY for a dead hooker he used as bait just because he doesn’t want her to lay in a ice box for months on end unloved and unclaimed.

And our king Dong-sik just calling him out on his bullshit as always.

Also? I hate to tell you this boo but YOU are the clingy one in that relationship. You and your mancrush obsessing over Dong-sik which was so strong you moved to a whole new city just to try and ‘catch’ him. Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that, boyo.

And Jeong-je and his awful mother. Please tell me this poor damaged manchild is not still living at home because that sadly would explain a lot about his Peter Pan syndrome and why an adult man is wearing a hideous hair cut like his. Pfffffft He is a poster child for arrested development. And is so emotionally fragile but my mans has a lot of rage in him and I'll be interested to see where his story heads.

But then it has to end with them finding Jae-i’s mother and just…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck all over again.

I am exhausted after every episode of this show. And cannot binge it all at once because it makes me feel too many things

[reiverreturns]

for the fanfic writer asks!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

hookay we all know i am incapable of pulling out single sentences so here's some passages! and two because i can't decide!!

Joseph ponders this for a minute, then nods. They both understand what Jacob means. That John lacks discipline, he lacks grit. He toys with ideas bigger than himself and carves them into people’s skin like a child with crayons. He has suffered, oh how he’s suffered, but he’s still too green to have bitten down into the rot of humanity and tested how far his teeth will go. He isn’t them.

from this fic. i really love this line because i think it really nails my interpretation of the seed brother dynamic. joseph and jacob having this affinity as the older, self-sufficient, trauma-bonded brothers while john is always slightly on the periphery of their experience but no less loved. i really vibe with that because john is imo the most violent and unhinged but it really tickles me that his two brothers would think he's the silly rabbit in spite of skinning and torturing people.

As a child, Phoenix never wanted siblings.  She played alone, ate alone, dreamed alone. She had an aptitude for numbers but a torrid impatience for history, a temper that was fierce but took long to spark, a bare-toothed need to learn what tied the knots in people and slip beyond them unnoticed. She is the product of an absent father and a mother who never had the stomach for the job; an older half-sister with crow’s feet and wide hips and red lacquered fingernails. If Phoenix really tries, she can still remember how to get to her sister’s house. The urge has never taken her. She isn’t sure she would even recognise it if she did. 

from this fic. i really like this passage because i think it just captures my take on this character so concisely without being super on-the-nose about her description or why she is the way she is. phoenix my beloved <3

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

i do!

assassin's creed - attrition because i'm ashamed to admit it's the only fic i've fully re-read all the way through and ergo the only one i can comment on (SO BAD SELF)

FC5 - blessed are the meek bc it's the only one published and i love love love genfic in this fandom (even though there is so little of it)

TGM - quiet promises because i think it's the best editing i've ever done on a fic. genuinely don't think there is a thing i would change about it.

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

that writing, for me, is an act of self-care, and i am a better person (and a better writer) when i acknowledge that. my creative mind needs nurturing and an avenue to express and that shouldn't be considered less important than any other self-sustaining task i need to do. when i treat writing as a tool to help me (instead of one that's dragging me down) i have a much healthier appreciation for what i'm doing.

also, the way to get stylistically better as a writer is to read more. reading is not a distraction from writing but an essential part of it.

ask me some fanfic writing things!

[reniihere]

My first try on writing enemies to lovers (no context)

note: Okay, you can read it any perspective you want and please show some love and also it's probably based in a fantasy world. (This is my first time writing in this genre)

I enter the hall in silence. It was empty. The clattering of my shoes can be heard as I pace forward in the dark, with only the light of the night showing me the way. My dress glimmered as my body moved. Hints of gold and silver highlights illuminating on the very black of my dress. I see a figure looming  in the other end of the hall. There was an opening there so the silhouette was more visible than the whole hall. 

 The light of the moon was now reflecting on my face which means I was standing just in the middle of this very room. It was designed that way. I stop. The clattering of my shoes stopped. The figure also flinched. Then a voice echoed through the hall, “Hail and welcome.” His voice was as smooth and gentle as the ocean before a storm. I wanted to break that calmness of his voice. I want it to stutter in fear. I want it to be begging for mercy. I want him to be at feet. In fear. In the horror of my voice.

  “Why?” I yell. The voice seemed to hit his face and blow back at my face. 

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” he answered. Then, in a flash I dash towards him. I press my knife on his throat. His pale face now drained of blood. His white hair spilled over his forehead. Why was he looking at me like that? Why? Why was he looking at me as though I did him a big favour. “You know exactly what I mean.” I glare at his face as murderously as I can. He chuckles. I press my knife deeper but not enough to kill him. “You know what? Let me tell you the truth. I was there the night you were tortured. But I wasn’t your torturer, it was your very dear lover.” He said, snarling. I bent him over more. “I was the one that saved you. I destroyed the evidence and I was the  one who was on the verge of choking him-""Stop!” He was towering over me with every word. Striking me with every one of them. I was the one who saved you. His voice kept ringing. I glanced at him. His grey eyes were raging. “I’m asking you this time,why are you so stubborn, love?” His speech was deadly calm. So calm. Love. What? He called you love. No he didn’t. Yes he did. Well, maybe I’m very much dear to him. WHat are you even talking about? I was losing control. I don’t know why but his voice made me crumble. My hand started to get numb. For a second I thought I couldn’t best him. Not this time.

  His fingers glide over the blade, shining in the moonlight. Then his hand caressed my knuckles. The blood in my veins starts to boil. I’m feeling like I might lose my grip. His other hand goes to my back. I can feel the shiver up my spine as he strokes all over my back. “I ask you again, dear. Why are you so stubborn? Why can’t you believe my words.” Why is he talking like that to me? He shouldn’t despite his reputation with me. He’s probably scheming. He’s probably trying to seduce me and then take the knife away from my hand and then use it on me. He’s going to seduce me and then kill me with my own weapons. I understand what he’s trying to do. I’m not gonna let it happen. I whisper into his face, “Because I can never trust someone who is feeding me straight out lies.” This time his face flickers a different expression which makes my body hyper-cautious of itself. I feel way too much around me. I can see his body inches from the wall. I can feel his firm grip on my waist. I am way too aware of his face being so close. He heaves a sigh. His breath tingly all over me, warm and unhinged. “Why do you make me feel so…” the word went away in the air. “What?” “So unaware of what I intended to do.” Then do it, I say but the words stay in my thoughts. 

   His eyes and mine stay locked for a beat too long. Then he flings me against the wall, my knife still at his throat. My heart skips several beats. My throat gets dry. My breath hitches. My hand becomes jelly on my grip. My hand loosens. But the knife stays there, held by him. I am ashamed of myself. Not because I lost but because of the way I surrendered. I gave myself up to him by mere words. By an invisible tension that only I felt with him. This is wrong. All wrong.  

 His hand on my waist tightens. His eyes devour me with unknown interest. I hate him for that. I hate how his eyes glide over the very complexion of mine as though I’m made of gold. He throws the knife away. The sound of it ringing through the hall. My mind isn’t managing to process anything at this point. “Isn’t this beautiful?” He asks, with a new spark in his deep voice. I couldn’t even form words, it died in my throat everytime I tried. I looked at him, willing him to understand that I don’t know what’s going on. He smirked. Yes. Smirked. “The moon.'' With that, he rested his head on my shoulder. Trailing his face up and down. “I wish you knew…” The words were so faint that it felt invisible but he was talking against my skin. And I was so aware of everything around me. He flicked his head up and I flinched. My whole body was pressed with his. He took my chin up in his fingers to have me look straight into his eyes. His were half-masted and the soft glint that played around was so…mesmerising. “Am I so deserving of the hate that I receive? Especially from you?” His voice was like a dream. It fitted with a melody I didn’t know existed at the time. 

  This time, I had to answer. I’m not a coward. I need to say something to him. I need to prove myself. But for what? I don’t know. But I didn’t have the courage I needed at that particular moment. My knees buckled, my hands shivered and my head was swimming, or trying hard not to drown. “No…” the word escaped my mouth without permission. It was all wrong. High pitched and breathy. Then, his lips clashed against mine. It was like I was floating. It was like someone lay me down on soft cotton clouds. My mouth parted for him, I don’t why. He pulled me closer, his grip on my waist tightened. His kiss was rough, almost like he had desired this all his life. The time he pulled away, an unexpected gasp left my mouth. I felt ashamed. I felt so embarrassed that I kissed him back just to hide my face. He accepted it. I could feel him smiling. Even though his lips were on mine. After pulling away, I left him a question to think about all night. “Do you want me?” 

    And with that, I materialized into thin air, cheeks flushed and my skin heated by his touch.

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Genre: Fiction, Adult, Mystery

Rating: 3 out of 5

Content Warning: Misogyny, Torture, Sexual harassment, Murder off-page, Hit and Run

Summary: Fugitive Apprehension Agent Stephanie Plum has a big problem on her hands: Seven-year-old Annie Soder and her mother, Evelyn, have disappeared.

Evelyn's estranged husband, Steven, a shady owner of a seedy bar, is not at all happy. During the divorce proceedings, he and Evelyn signed a child custody bond, and Steven is demanding the money guaranteed by the bond to find Annie. The money was secured by a mortgage on Evelyn's grandmother's house, and the True Blue Bonds Bail Agency wants to take possession of the house.

Finding a kidnapped child is not an assignment for a bounty hunter. But Evelyn's grandmother lives next door to Stephanie's parents, and Stephanie's mother and grandmother are not about to see their neighbor lose her house because of abduction.

Even though Stephanie's plate is full with miscreants who missed their court dates, including old nemesis and violent drunk Andy Bender and an elusive little old lady accused of grand theft auto, she can't disappoint Grandma Mazur! So she follows the trail left by Annie and Evelyn-- and finds a lot more than she bargained for. Steven is somehow linked with a very scary Eddie Abruzzi. Trenton cop and on-again, off-again fiance Joe Morelli and Stephanie's mentor and tormentor, Ranger, warn Stephanie about Abruzzi, but it's Abruzzi's eyes and mannerisms that frighten Stephanie the most. Stephanie needs Ranger's savvy and expertise, and she's willing to accept his help to find Annie even though it might mean becoming too involved with Ranger.

Stephanie, Ranger, Lula (who's not going to miss riding with Ranger), and Evelyn's lawyer/laundromat manager set out to find Annie. The search turns out to be a race among Stephanie's posse, the True Blue Bonds' agent, a Rangerette known as Jeanne Ellen Burrows, and the Abruzzi crew. Not to mention the fact that there's a killer rabbit on the loose!

Strap on your helmet and get ready for the ride of your life. Hard Eight. The world of Plum has never been wilder.

*Opinions*

I am slowly making my way through the Stephanie Plum books and Hard Eight was the next one on the list. Now, I had read this novel before, but I remembered very little about it and after I finished it, I can see why. There was a lot that I didn’t like about this book and not enough that I enjoyed to make this a memorable reading experience. In a series that is this long, they aren’t all going to be winners and this was not a winner for me. 

Hard Eight follows Stephanie Plum as she continues to make rent by bringing in FTAs as a bounty hunter for her cousin Vinnie. Stephanie herself says that she is more lucky than good at her job, but she is not having a lot of luck this week. On top of all that, her parents’ next-door neighbor is asking for Stephanie to look for her daughter, Evelyn, and her granddaughter, Annie. What seems like a simple request quickly turns complicated and Stephanie is put in the path of Eddie Abruzzi, a powerful and unhinged man. As the search for Evelyn turns deadly, Stephanie needs to turn to her fellow bounty hunter Ranger for assistance, even with the sexual tension between them. Soon, Stephanie is being cashed by a man in a rabbit suit and needs to find Evelyn before she dies in Abruzzi’s twisted war games. 

This novel delves further into dark territory than some of the novels before this one. It always surprises me how dark the first novel was when I reread it and there were some very dark parts of this novel. Evanovich does attempt to lighten up these areas with humor, like Grandma Mazur with the flashing rabbit and her mother joking after hitting the rabbit with the car. Still, a lot in this novel can leave the reader feeling uncomfortable. It is not material that bothered me, but for readers who are coming to this novel for humor, it might be jarring and uncomfortable. 

The thing that really annoyed me about this novel was the way that the two interesting parts of this novel were completely glossed over in a sentence or a paragraph. The one that really gets me is that Ranger and Stephanie FINALLY have sex after books' worth of tension, and it is glassed over in a paragraph. Now I am not one of those “is there spice” readers, but if you are going to build up a sexual encounter for books, I want at least a page before you cut to black. Especially when you are telling me that this man is so good in bed that he might ruin a woman for all other men. I need some details and I know Evaonvich can write a sex scene because she did so for Morelli a couple of books ago. Then, when this same man, KILLS SOMEONE FOR HER, it is discussed in a single sentence and then Stephanie goes to have sex with Morelli. I just…there was so much time in this novel spent with Stephanie spinning her wheels or straight-up failing, I would have liked that to be cut down to dig into the juicy stuff. 

The pacing of this novel was off and the storyline was not one that really interested me. Even the climax (literally) was so boring that I forgot it even happened this early in the series. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy myself, but there are definitely better books in the series. This is a 3-star read. 

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aheem heem 12 and then like. all of the 20s?

YES KISSA YOU O7 doing dsmp ones uhm

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

well you already know what the hell i'm going to say...ceeschlatt i'm so sorry he only did some of that you guys are so annoying. i think a huge chunk of his story is just like. Canonically Textually way deeper and more sympathetic and more complicated than people want to acknowledge. guys will have direct blatent narrative foil parallels of their mistakes to their blorbo of choice but only one side will get a million excuses and only one side will get their pov analyzed. OK 👍. telephone game ass fanbase. read the parallel storyline of what would've happened had pogtopia won read the nov 16 script look at the canonical smplive isms analyze why someone would want to "revive someone for political power" desperate style after a funeral where it was Blatantly Clear that person has absolutely Zero Power and it paralleling the post charlie death insanity. and then you will calm down!!

honorable mention to ceefundy as well. i wouldn't say he's unpopular unpopular but goddamn. despite the fact he's so interesting and cool and inpactful and represents huge chunks of Core Themes, he just gets ignored and infantalized and has so much of his story plain Erased because it's inconvenient to other characters. Fucked!!!

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

ceeranboo so sorry ok. iget why people like him i do but he is so so bland to me. shepards tone empty promise of a character. to me. some of his implications were pretty interesting, especially when it came to things that were more complicated, the exile isms the being knowingly complicit in ctommy prison murder or him drinking ableist copium abt tubbo being kind of unhinged. the centristism sometimes feeling less waffly and more like he's trying to people please to the point of exploding. too bad i do not care ☝️🔛🔝

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

and if i say tntduo..it's been so overhyped it overshadows everyone else it overshadows their own damn characters entire arcs and decisions and then the whole story itself they are not allowed to be anything except eachothers klance bait which was equally as mid. i do think there is value to it but at this point i am so exhausted about the oc versions being treated like canon when on screen its so bad out here sometimes. ppl going ohhh we never got resolution :[ ,,,.ccwilbur blatantly said what would've happened in the final tntduo stream. cwil would show back up to lnv in the same set up of his apologies but its a bait and switch that pivots into insulting q again and then finish it up w oh hey maybe yr not so bad after all 😂 and then he gives him a fist bump and leaves. there's yr closure. lea me alone

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i already said i think pumpkinduo is like funny comedy mallets for crazy people but i think most other things get attention properly? el rapids deserved more hype tho i srs think it would change how people see a lot of the characters involved

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

im not sure? weird shit is a given but other than that who rlly care <- edit: HELP i misread the question i thought it was asking what you are Unwilling to come around to. so sorry. to answer the actual question uhm,,still not very sure hheheh im very solid in my dislikes and likes and complaints

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

exile and the prison for sure :heart_hands: /RETCH. sure other things are very annoying but the levels these two arcs get to are Awful and Telling and Shitty the media illiteracy is off the charts. how you can watch streams with your eyes closed and ears closed and without registering the words or characters on the screen. what's going on. anyways if cdrm thinks torture is so bad maybe he should not talk about eye for an eye when he had tortured three people before he was even in the prison. but okay. also rip prison arc sam the world wasn't ready for a character like you 🙏

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i'm not sure? what are the most common complaints i do happen to agree with a lot of them i think