#Don't self ship with anyone horrible

[louiesselfshipramblings]

Thinking about my villainous f/os...I wouldn't exactly say I "redeem" any of em, except kinda Zeena? It's more so the case I don't like the idea that special guy Me comes in and is just so amazing and perfect, it leads to someone changing their alignment. I get this is literal self insertion and strictly for fun, but I'm also a writer, and I enjoy consistency!

For Zeena, it's less like my sona "redeems" her, and more her feelings grow genuine. Plus—should I ever feel so inclined to rewrite aspects of the Deadly Six or Sonic Lost World—she was never really "evil". She was more following Zavok's lead, and Zavok is territorial; he didn't like Eggman or Sonic, but especially not Eggman coming into the Lost Hex and bossing em all around. Without Zavok, I feel most of the Six could be pretty chill. Save for like, Zazz, but that's his thing.

What lore I have with Sombra rn is similar-ish. She doesn't stop being evil, she just stops working for Talon. Doesn't stop her from hacking and messing with people even when expecting a baby, she's just not actively being a mercenary. Or whatever it is she is with Talon. I need to review Overwatch lore lol. There's also the fact my sona with her works for Talon, so we're both evil here, and such I could not redeem her. (Tho, have considered making my sona for her heroic...then she's corrupt me tee hee >:] )

Ursula is prolly the one case where I do have an intervention with her, somewhat. Working out the deets, but main idea is that I convince her that she's already got a good thing going on, that she's already royal worthy as is. If anything, going for the Triton's triton is thinking too small—we can think BIGGER! So I guess it's less convincing her to NOT be evil, and to be evil in a different direction. Really depends if my self ship starts up before or after the events of the first film.

Odessa is really the one case where we just continue being evil. Granted, it amounts to basically just stealing from museums and rich dudes so, is it really THAT bad? Hm? Helps that, from her brief spotlight in MG&DD, she's shown to be a rather respectful individual even if she does sell hero gear on the black market. She's a villain, but she had a code of honor!

...hm? Perona? No, she isn't evil! Sure, she ran into conflict with the Straw Hats, but what does that mean? Kidd allied with Luffy for Onigashima, does that make him not evil? (Apologies to Kidd enjoyers, though not really lol he sucks). She's a pirate just like all the rest of em, so she's gonna be a lil rough on the edges! Makes her fun :]

Also, wouldn't consider any of the Dangan-wives evil. Even tho Celeste and Kirumi were murderers...you have to understand, it was life or death there. Outside of the game (which is when my self ships happen), I think they'd be able to have calm, chill lives. They deserve it.

[thornsent]

my two horrible dogs, the loathsome dung eater and tokkurji muchisute,

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[moonstruckme]

Hey! I know you wanted more requests for people besides the marauders so you can do this for anyone you like but maybe reader who is just soooo in love with them that anytime they do something nice for her she starts crying? Like happy tears because she's just so in love and she doesn't know how to express that. If you don't want to that's fine!

Hi, thank you! I decided to go with Sirius anyway because I felt like he'd be the most fun. (This is gonna be me btw, the first time I experience romantic love there's no way I'm gonna be able to handle it)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Do you think it’s a bad idea to show off my tattoos on the first day?”

“Mm, maybe,” you muse, looking longingly at the way Sirius’ inked-up forearms pair with his black dress shirt. “I feel like after the interview it won’t matter, but today you probably want to present your straightest-laced self.” 

“Gross,” he grunts, but starts rolling down his sleeves. 

It’s a rare sight, Sirius up before noon, but his job interview is scheduled for ten and he doesn’t feel in a position to negotiate. The frail morning light bounces off the full length mirror he’s standing in front of and illuminates the room as he purses his lips and starts unbuttoning his shirt. You’re lying on the bed watching him get ready, trying your very best not to look enthralled and wanton (it is a constant effort). 

“My most gorgeous, radiant angel, could I ask you for a favor?” 

You grin, warmth flooding your chest. “You don’t have to butter me up. What is it?” 

“Grab the bigger version of this shirt? I think I may want a baggier tuck.” 

You hum and get up, padding into the closet. Sirius’ clothes are all strewn over the floor and dresser, but miraculously the shirt you’re looking for is on a hanger. As you reach for it, you nearly trip over a small box on the floor. It looks like the shell of something Sirius was sent in the mail, plain cardboard with the shipping label torn off. You bring it back out with you. 

“Thanks, lovely,” Sirius says as he takes the hanger from you. 

“No problem,” you reply. “Want me to recycle this for you?” 

He turns to look, blinks, then looks harder. “No. Where’d you find that?” 

“On the floor.” 

“Must have fallen off its shelf.” He discards the smaller shirt on the bed and starts doing up the buttons of this new one, smirking when your eyes track the deft movements of his fingers. “Don’t throw it out, it’s got important stuff in it.” 

You weigh the box in your hand. “It feels empty.” 

“Important, lightweight stuff.” 

You eye the barely-open flap of the box, intrigued. “Can I look inside?” 

You think you catch a flicker of hesitation across Sirius’ features, but it’s quickly schooled into insouciance. A vine of nervousness winds around your gut. “Sure,” he says, “go ahead.” 

You look at him a bit longer before slowly peeling back the cardboard flap. Inside is a mishmash of things. Paper, mostly, but you recognize one item immediately. It’s a flimsy, neon orange paper wristband, a venue’s name stamped haphazardly onto one side. At the first concert you’d gone to together, Sirius had griped endlessly about how the orange contrasted with his outfit horribly and brought out all the ugliest hues of his skin (there aren’t any, but you were too timid to tell him that at the time). He’d seemed desperate to be rid of it. But here it is, carefully clipped off instead of torn and preserved like something special. Something warm and weighty blooms in your chest. 

You take out one of the pieces of paper, unfolding it. It’s your handwriting, thoughtless scribbling you’d left for him to find on the fridge one day after you’d left for work. Have a great day, love you. 

Another is a bar napkin, containing a whole back-and-forth exchange between you and Sirius from the first time you’d met his friends. You’d kept passing it to him under the table, asking Do they like me? Are they just being nice? Is Remus always so frowny? and he’d passed it back saying Yes. Yes, they love you. James is this nice to everyone, but I can tell he likes you. Remus is being a sourpuss because he hasn’t eaten yet. You’re perfect. 

By the time you come upon a polaroid you’d forgotten he’d taken of you in his kitchen, you’re pressing your lips together to keep them from wobbling and your entire being feels warmed by incandescent, aching fondness. Your heart feels so big you can’t breathe around it. You’re not sure you have room for this much love, but you’ll happily carry it around like a weight in your chest for the rest of your life. 

You’re all too aware that Sirius is watching you now, so you try to keep it together for his sake, but when you blink a tear slides down the side of your nose. 

“Hey,” he chides lightly, amusement inlaid with a bit of panic. “Don’t.” 

You sniffle, then laugh wetly. “Can I hug you?” 

Normally he might make a joke (Not if you’re going to get snot all over my interview shirt) but something in your expression must sway him. Sirius’ eyes go soft. “Yeah, baby. Of course, c’mere.” 

He doesn’t make you get up, crossing the distance to the bed and wrapping you up in his arms. You let out a little sob at the contact. 

“I’m gonna clean off your shirt once we’re done,” you promise, gripping his shoulders. 

“Okay.” He sounds amused. 

“I just—I didn’t know you kept this stuff.” 

“It’s cheesy.” 

“It’s not,” you insist, hugging him tighter. It makes you happy beyond words, to know you’re bringing this out in him. To see, with your own eyes, how much he loves you back. You can check in with yourself at any time and know you’re happy in your relationship with Sirius, but you never could have imagined how spectacular it would feel to know that you make him this happy in return. “It’s special, Sirius. You’re special.” 

“You sound like James’ mum.” 

“Oh, shut up.” You smack his arm, pulling back with a huff. You’re smiling, though, and he sees, taking your wet, blotchy face between his palms and grinning at you. Honestly, if he weren’t Sirius Black, he’d be such a dork. 

“I love you,” he says, a significance in his tone that contradicts the playfulness in his expression. “Do I let you forget it?” 

“No,” you tell him. “You don’t, it’s just…I just really love you too, you know?” 

His smile spreads, flashing canines the second before he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s firm and spirited, and Sirius holds you there until you’re laughing into his mouth. 

“I know,” he says, pecking you once more on the lips before letting you go with a swipe of his thumbs across your cheeks. “Alright, gorgeous, clean me up, would you? I’ve got other people to go impress.”

[flowercrowncrip]

I've been umming and arring about sharing some of the ableist will ship that experienced today, but I think I need to get off my chest and share a bit of what it's like to be wheelchair user in public

I went to Crafters market today which drew a much posher crowd that I was expecting and the number of people who were annoyed by my general existence in their vicinity was horrible. And like, whatever, I'm used to that sort of "I'm annoyed that your existence is the minor inconvenience to me in particular" attitude from people who had to undertake the mammoth task of taking a single step to the side so I can get past. I can cope with that.

What really did for me was people staring me with a deep, deep disgust like you would look at dog poo you've just trodden into your cream carpet. It's a look I know but luckily don't get so many times in one afternoon that basically says "How dare anyone subjecte me to having to look at this cripple, he should be kept away from civilised society".

A technique I use a lot when passers by are staring at me is to make eye contact and smile, and I find that most people will smile back which makes the encounter more pleasant. Not one of these people smiled back at me, if anything they just looked even more disgusted than they did before.

And while no one said "I don't think you should be allowed in public" out loud, but it was so clear that at least some were thinking just that.

But just to spite them I spent more time going round the stalls than I would have normally and treated myself to a beautiful handmade mug and a jar of fancy marmalade. Because posh ableists don't get to ruin my day or self worth

[princessgarnetxvi]

Am I simply showing my age?

I was eager to watch Nina the Starry Bride simply because the art and animation was extremely beautiful in the trailer. The low budget 'action scenes' aside, I don't have many qualms with the anime aside from the horrible pacing - (but this is present in the manga as well so the writing is just overall cringe I suppose for a romance.)

So I decided to dive into the manga cause I hate waiting for episodes and MY GOD I wish I didn't bother falling into this rabbit hole because I simply do NOT understand how ANYONE can ship this asshole with anyone.

How is there even a love triangle present?

Like -

I just got here and I don't understand how anyone can ship these two. Literally scares her with rape, nearly kills her by slicing her chest open with a sword simply for talking when not spoken to and this dude has tried to actually kill her further into the manga.

How does this compare to the other love interest who, aside from the mistakes he made in the beginning (which he tried to correct AND WOULD'VE SUCCEEDED INTO DOING but Nina like always has to get herself into a world of trouble with her shit choices), is just a walking green flag that treats Nina like a fucking human being INSTEAD OF PROPERTY:

??????????????

I'm here for toxic ships too. But the toxic party HAS to have some redeeming qualities and this Sett mfer has absolutely none. He's a spoiled rotten, self absorbed crazy asshole that harms people when he is throwing a tantrum.

"oh but he doesn't kill the MC and actually feels bad about it" Damn, you mean you're reaching at the bottom of the barrel here for this dude?

Cool. Cool.

Meanwhile, Az over here LITERALLY TREATS HER LIKE A QUEEN AND OVERTHREW AN ENTIRE MONARCH SIMPLY TO HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE HER BUT SOMEHOW HE ISN'T A PROPER CANDIDATE?

Maybe I'm old cause I just don't get how there's any competition over who is the right choice here.

Either way, Nina doesn't deserve Az at all so lol

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Addressing The Tinhatters: A Statement in Solidarity With @dtmsrpfcringe And Others

I've been active in this fandom for a little over a year, and in my time here I've kept my slate pretty clean. I try not to involve myself in drama and discourse, and when I see something I don't agree with online, most of the time I keep it to myself. I've been aware of the blogs I refer to in this post basically from the onset, but I've stayed quiet, partially to not come across as disrespecting others' opinions and preferences and partially to protect my peace and my own life as a creator. But what started as mostly harmless, if a bit unhinged and delusional, behavior, has turned on some fronts into unimaginable cruelty the likes of which I never imagined this fandom to be capable of. As someone who it seems people in this fandom have come to respect, I think it would be unfair and selfish for me to stay neutral any longer.

Fanfiction has been a genuinely transformative force in my life. It has helped me discover so much about my own relationships to love and desire, and I would never want to tell anyone that it is wrong for any ship to be that source of inspiration for them, including RPF. Nor do I think, as I've said, that it's inherently wrong to have speculative thoughts about David and Michael's sexualities. As someone who has been lucky enough to interact with David several times now, and probably will again, I choose not to do so myself in a public forum out of respect, but curiosity doesn't have to be invasive, and David and Michael being in loving partnerships with women certainly doesn't mean they can't be attracted to other genders too. There's nothing wrong with liking the idea of a relationship between David Tennant and Michael Sheen, or even, really, with believing they might have feelings for each other. If that's all you're doing, this post isn't about you. What I absolutely cannot excuse is the proliferation of hypocritical, nonsensical, and nasty rumors about the women in their lives.

Nothing Georgia Tennant or Anna Lundberg seems to do is ever good enough. Every expression of positivity is curated and phony, anything that could be perceived as negative vile and mean. I see these women attacked on a daily basis as partners, as mothers, as actresses. Georgia is simultaneously presenting a false ideal of a perfect, happy family for her own gains, while somehow at the same time being too irresponsible and incompetent to be a proper parent. Anna, a still young and up and coming actress herself, is expected to perform the ideal of an affectionate partner on social media, is perceived as unsupportive of Michael when she doesn't, when in reality she may simply be trying to make a name for herself in the industry without people solely associating her with the man she loves. Both of these women share in David and Michael's advocacy for marginalized communities, sometimes in different, more or less obvious ways. David and Michael are always brave and sincere, while Anna and Georgia's actions are always self serving and performative, though no evidence is ever given to indicate that the things they post or charities they support are any sort of cover or deflection. Nor are there ever any reasons given for their perceived lack of onscreen talent, other than that they're "boring" or don't have as many jobs as their husbands- never mind that both of them are in an extremely competitive industry and get perfectly respectable amounts of work, especially for mothers of young children. Worst of all, I've seen them accused of things as awful as child abuse and rape, all for the crime of simply being married to the wrong men. It's all so horribly gendered too, David and Michael often referred to as the "men" while Georgia and Anna are reduced to negative stereotypes of nagging, shallow gold diggers. As a fandom populated with so many queer people, many of whom, myself included, have found freedom from gender roles with Michael and David's characters' help, I thought we knew better.

I've been lucky enough to meet both David and Georgia now, and have witnessed firsthand the easy, joyful affection they have for each other when no one of consequence is watching, the way they giddily hold hands on the street and make each other laugh while tenderly looking into each other's eyes even and especially after sixteen years together. Georgia when I met her was incredibly kind, down to earth, and approachable, and my partner, who's met her several times more than I have, gushes about her constantly- how funny, authentic, and intelligent she is, and of course, how much she and David love each other, how they look out for each other and adore each other's flaws and quirks. David of course still gushes about Georgia every chance he gets in speeches and interviews, her strength and brilliance as well as her beauty, and Georgia, while maybe not always as effusive, shows her love for David in plenty of ways, the beautiful candid photos she takes of him, for instance. There's such a soft, painterly tenderness and fondness in them, for the man, not just the dazzling star everyone else gets to see. Her David, gentle, devoted, goofy, aging, melancholy, imperfectly perfect David. Where would we be without Georgia giving us these little glimpses of him? I suspect the same people who deride Georgia's social media presence as try-hard, cringeworthy, artificial, would feel a bit differently if one day they stopped coming.

I can't speak as clearly on behalf of Anna and Michael, but the accounts I've gotten of her and Michael's relationship from eyewitnesses have presented it as no less loving than David and Georgia's, albeit in slightly different ways. Even then, why should I have to? She doesn't owe me anything. I doubt anyone who's made the posts accusing Anna and Georgia of being nasty baby trappers has ever had children. There's no such thing as a perfect mother, and even one child is a massive task. It's normal to not be a shining ray of affection all the time, and Georgia I know more than makes up for it with her fierce love and support for her children in all of their endeavors. Georgia is also a diagnosed neurodivergent woman, and so many of the remarks I see directed at her are clearly discriminatory and often directed at women with her diagnoses. Everyone coos over how charming David is when he shows signs of being AuDHD, but the second his wife does too, she's careless and cold. And don't even get me started on when photos of Michael and David looking anything less than beatifically happy get interpreted as them being miserable due to their wives treating them so poorly. THEY'RE HUMAN BEINGS!!! NEUTRAL FACIAL EXPRESSIONS EXIST!!! WOULD YOU BE A SPARKLING RAY OF SUNSHINE IF YOUR DISNEYLAND RIDE GOT STUCK!!!

I say all this now not even because I think I have any hope of stopping the people in question, but because one of the main fighters on the front of the opposition, @dtmsrpfcringe, has been both a wonderful online friend to me and dealt with even worse abuse than that which gets hurled at Anna and Georgia on the daily. When my blog was briefly overrun by TERFs in light of the Tennant/Badenoch/Sunak drama, Tori was the first person to stand up for me, and as she recieves more vitriol in one day than I've ever experienced in my entire life online, I think I've taken far too long to do the same for her. This woman has dealt with doxing threats, attacks on her character, and most horrific of all, wishes of death upon her and her baby. No one would blame her for stopping, but she has remained steadfast in her mission to call bs where she sees it, and she shouldn't have to do it alone. Tori, I think you are so brave, and I am proud to stand in solidarity with you against the misinformation, meanness, and misogyny that threaten to corrupt this fandom we call home.

Even after all we've been through over the past couple of months, I still believe the Good Omens fandom and David and Michael's individual fandoms to be places of kindness, empathy, and inclusivity. Which is why such cruel behavior (because there's no other word for it) is utterly disappointing and baffling to me. You should be utterly ashamed of yourselves. You're the exact kinds of people David and Michael speak out against on a weekly basis, and I guarantee that if you engage in the kinds of behavior I've highlighted here, they would be disgusted with you. Or maybe they'd simply pity you, because your lives are so empty that you've decided the only way to fill them is to sacrifice the reputations and peace of innocent women on the altar of a relationship that in all likelihood takes place solely in your own heads.

And if you read all this and find you still ship David and Michael, which even I do sometimes, well, there's always polyamory.

I'm sleepy! good night and kindly fuck off! - Lauren

[darkonekrisrewrite]

Sorry

I wrote and reblogged a lot of writing about the villains in bnha.

My first post was for the Lov.

But that's over now.

Bnha wasn't supposed to have a "realistic" ending.

Because that was never how the story presented itself in all these years.

The hopeful and successful hero story was what everyone came to expect.

The heroes don't fail in what they set out to do.

The heroes not only win but save the hearts AND LIVES of the people they want to help.

That was always what was set up to be the ending.

At least that was how it always looked.

I and many others gave every logical and narrative reason why Toga should still be alive and why Shigaraki's story shouldn't, couldn't be over yet.

But it seems like this really is the end.

We weren't wrong about anything that was reasoned out.

But still we wound up being wrong.

So, sorry I gave everyone who cared false hope.

Fans of Toga, shigaraki and the Lov.

Fans of bnha who cared about the things that (were supposed to) really matter in the story, like the core themes, messages and character arcs.

In the end, all bnha amounted to was confirmation of a standard shonen ship and a 'Then things got better' ending that didn't show anything really different at all.

That new Quirk Counseling program?

It didn't address anything that created the main villains.

It lasts for around a month, and wasn't shown to be helping any children with a really dangerous/inconvenient, "villainous" power or children with a bad home life.

Just an outstretched hand, bad taste jokes and cheerful vibes.

All that build up and the weakest, most inconsistent payoff to show for it.

And the worst part about it all is the effect that it's going to have IRL, in the real world.

That benign and self-righteous hero ideals are the answer to every social problem, even the most violent and oppressive kinds of injustice and abuse.

If you drop the ball on helping the people who are failed by the system, if they die, you can just try again with the next 'villains' that appear.

Even if the villains you currently failed to save were supposed to be the 'next time'.

That death can be a form of "saving" for anyone who's too much trouble to save.

That the best that anyone who saw parts of themselves reflected in Toga, Shigaraki and the rest of the league of villains...

The very most they can hope for is a 'hero' to miraculously appear in their life at the exact right time to help them somehow.

Or die.

Bonus, absolutely horrible, points in the implications of how Toga died and how it can relate to the average young fan.

An abused girl, LGBT+ and mental health allegories.

Her ideal ending according to bnha is to sacrifice herself -

KILL HERSELF

TAKING BLOOD LITERALLY OUT OF HER WRIST

- for the hero, someone implied to be of higher value than herself.

While also pushing that hero to be happy and move on despite her villain's tragic death, all with a smile on her face.

They're going to see all of this.

People who have suffered through similar circumstances to Toga and the Lov, the villain's endings is all that they will feel when they think about how it relates to them.

Tragic and left without any hope.

Only left with the sentiment of how their deaths will benefit others and make everything better.

No bright future.

No futures.

The most callus and heartless message to put out into the world.

Using a manga that's read by tens of millions of people worldwide.

This is wrong.

I thought Horikoshi cared about the people who the league of villain's struggles embodied.

And I thought he would give the villains an ending without death that would give hope to those people for living life.

I was so wrong.

But still, I thank everyone, especially mutuals, who always gave a red heart despite everything.

Goodbye.

[quinngefail]

You can answer this privately if you want but I wanted to know your opinion on apprentice Lawrence? Very so valid if you don’t like it coz different strokes for different folks and also coming from a place of genuine curiosity :0

Coz I got my idea of the whole Saw universe but I defo LOVE to hear others on their thoughts and ideas of the universe 👀

Okay lmao time to be a little hater on main

Putting a cut coz this got to be a bit long HSKS

But yeah uhhh. I completely despise it, I've said it across scattered posts here but truly and genuinely there is nothing in this franchise that I dislike more. It just makes my eyes glaze over so fucking fast, man 😩

Like. Putting aside any attachments I have to the character, the concept in itself is just so forced to me. Like ermmm wouldn't it be freaking crazy if we brought Lawrence back, but he's like kinda fr*cked up and evil now 😱 regardless of if it makes sense for his character or not 😱 it'll go hard fr, coz like dude HE'S FROM THE FIRST MOVIE!! and now we're on The Final Chapter so we have to do something crazy, so GUY FROM THE FIRST MOVIE IS BACK and you won't see it coming but he's evil now 😱 that'd be crazy fr!!!

And I know I'm much more biased towards stories of redemption, + I'm not gonna act like my opinion is fact or anything. But to me, it's just so frustrating that he has this whole arc in the first movie only for it to be thrown away in favor of something that feels so fucking abrupt and jarring for him 😔

And people can call me 'Too Ship-Brained' all they want, or that I'm into 'sanitized' content, but it's just. 1) I would feel this way regardless of chainshipping 2) I'm just personally way more interested in seeing someone trying to recover from the situation he went through; trying to grapple with the trauma and his new reality, while also taking the initiative to become a better person.

And idk people may look at that and be like "Oh so you're validating John's methods, then" but I feel like the statements "yes this did help me wake up to my flaws and how my actions affect others, and now I want to work to become better" and "but no one else should go ever have to go through what I went through" can co-exist, and I personally just. Do not see Lawrence taking the route he does in canon

Obviously he's made some horrible decisions (as we very clearly see in the first movie), and no amount of personal inner turmoil should excuse that. I do feel like he is a good person at his core though, but he had lost sight of how to be that person. And I'm just way more interested in seeing his journey to becoming that person and living as happily as he can over whatever the fuck is happening in canon lmao 😩

And like I don't doubt that there is an interesting story to be told with his canon self, and I also don't want to make anyone feel bad or belittled for enjoying canon. I also know there are also people who have put a lot of thought and care into headcanons and characterizations based on his canon self, and I don't want to just dismiss all that effort,, it's just not my cup of tea at the end of the day. And I'm very fine with people feeling that way about the way I prefer to characterize him :]

Idk. I see the whole tragedy that canon presents, but I'm just way more interested in exploring a different kind of tragedy with these characters 😩

I do try to keep this to myself, coz it's like. I'd rather just focus on creating what makes me happy vs. stewing over shit that frustrates me and taking that out on other people in petty ass discourse, y’know-

I've said it before but ultimately I'm just here to have a fun time, and even if I don't fuck with Apprentice Lawrence at all, I will still fall asleep and wake up all the same. At the end of the day these are fictional characters and my life will go on lmao

But yeah uhhh. Don't expect to see any Apprentice Lawrence content around here, I truly just cannot fuckin stand it so I choose to look away 🙌

I'm also a diehard Luke Skywalker fan in a world where that fuck ass sequel trilogy exists so like ignoring canon + entire movies is nothing new for me HESKGRKGK

Those are my thoughts though, thank you for reading if you made it this far :]

[circeius-invidioso]

I do not get why the Red Corsairs are not a popular choice.

Like.

Like here is the elevator pitch for the warband and then we can come to some justified conclusion.

What isn't there to love?

You want me to turn into an infomencial and make a top 3 reasons why the Red Corsairs are great?

Cause I can.

And I will.

The Diverse Working Enviroment

Here in the Red Corsairs we might have started as Ultramarines but the barrier for entry is on the floor. So anyone can join.

You are Night Lord with a bad rep and no ship.

Buckle up we got you covered.

You are a Fallen and have 20 Dark Angels all up in yo business? Trying to shoot down the boss babe you are?

Fear not, or in our case. Know no Fear. We are strapped and don't get clapped.

You are a traitor that likes their Legion but sadly you got in our way?

Tough luck buddy, you will join or die and your geene seed will join our cause. Nothing personal battle brother. Just business as usual.

Everyone is welcome as long as they follow Huron's guidelines and don't aggitate the topless sweaty Khorne worshipping Ultramarines in the basement.

Sustainability

Unlike the corrupt Imperium of man and the corpse Emperor our leader is powered by miracles (which is trully a miracle how he survived but that on the next section), and we use 0 psyckers to power our crap.

Our carbon footprint is also minimum as we use salvaged goods and don't indulge in toxic industries that destroy worlds.

The Red Corsair base of operation is in the Eye of Terror and from there we expand our scope. A place greatly known for its constant shifts, and horrible conditions but the tan our serfs have are spectacullar from all that cosmic radiation.

Finally we are commited to recycling. As in we take from our victims benefactors and put those stolen goods to some great use. Nothing goes to waste, neither mortal, nor static object. If something is not nailed on the floor we will take it.

In fact we might take the floor too and the nails used to set it in place.

Nothing goes to waste!

Unmatched Leadership

Last, but certainly not least.

The man.

The myth.

The Legend.

Huron Blackheart.

Aka Lufgt Huron.

Aka what would happen if we gave a compressed Guilliman a daemonic familiar and left him to ferment in a warp storm.

Not only the name is so edgy you might cut yourself by saying it out loud. But also it's complex enough that if you say it quickly three times without twisting your tongue theres is a chance furniture might start levitating.

The man has put his Ultramarine brain to use and amased enough influence and power to put the Black Legion to shame.

Huron went from 0 to 100 in no time, he is a self made Warmaster. With no daddy issues or troubles in the world, he goes into battle blasting Alestorm in the voxxcasters.

He does not care.

He probably wears this when he wants to relax.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

He has a biker gang specifically organized to hunt down those who have betrayed him.

They slap those things on their armors not for the usual biker reason

(which fun fact the meaning is, 99% of the bikers are law-abiding, where the 1% are not. That's where the 1% comes from. The more you know 🌈)

no they wear that 1% because that's how high are your chances of escaping from them are.

Is that a bit extreme?

Yes.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

The dude once gathered his buddies and decided...

to you know. Have a casual outing. Nothing too serious, it was a sunday afteral.

So they decided on.

Kidnapping Guilliman.

Which they almost did if not for a Fallen of all people getting in the way.

But still.

The mad lad took Macragge's Honour and went on a joyride/ mini civil war.

Who in the galaxy can turn and say.

Yeah, I stole Macragge's Honour, almost captured my old Primarch. Told a daemon prince they are irrelevant on my way there. Anyway after crushing a fool who thought he could take my crown as king of the space pirates, I went to the home planet of the White Scars and kidnapped and tortured their Chapter Master. What did you do this week? 💅

Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

You tell me I can be an immortal, gorgeous chaos Ultramarine goth boy going on pirate adventures across the galaxy?

Where do I sign up?

I don't need ink for a signature.

I will use my own blood.

[rhodophoria]

🩸Sanguinary🩸(WIP)

I've been working on this little beauty in (somewhat) secret for a while now and I'm so excited to finally share some of it. Here's an excerpt from the first chapter, "Hallowed". 1,319 words.

CW - Dub-Con Themes (alcohol consumption, impairment, implied compulsion, fear/danger kink)

Merriment is not what drove you to this seedy tavern by the riverside. 

Your life would be much easier if it was. Unfortunately for you, it was recklessness. A dreadful mix of apathy and despair.

The sun has long since settled below the horizon, giving way to a waxing gibbous moon. The run-down buildings of the Riverwalk District cast crooked shadows over empty, winding streets. A little darkness does wonders to mask the grime caked onto the old cobblestones. The entire city is like this, in one way or another. Struggling against the encroaching decay. Some areas are just better at hiding it than others.

This is the environment you seek escape from, ducking inside out of the light drizzling rain. The interior of this tavern isn't much better than the outside… but it’s warm and dry. At this point, you can't ask for much more than that. 

Street mud slops away from your boots as you wipe them on the filthy entry mat. Useless. Just like every other attempt at normalcy you've made lately. You pull your cap from your head with a heavy sigh, carelessly stuffing it into the pocket of your coat. The promise of liquid oblivion draws you towards an open barstool, sobriety a concept you don’t care for at present. Signaling for a drink, you grit your teeth against the urge to cry. You can feel yourself teetering on the verge of a breakdown. So many things have gone wrong for you… today really was just the last straw. 

So here you are, intent on making decisions you'll regret come morning. The shifty bartender is more than happy to oblige you on your mission of self-destruction.

So long as the coin flows, of course.

You have just enough time to get a nice buzz going before your mood takes another nose-dive. Without anyone to talk to, boredom is quick to overtake you. Loneliness feeds the very misery you were trying to escape from in the first place. Drinking alone doesn't feel nearly as good as you'd hoped, and the alcohol in your belly doesn't even begin to chase away that horrible, itchy restlessness—!

Enough.

Your eyes flick desperately around the room, casting about for something—or someone—to distract you from your thoughts. Several figures manage to stand out amongst the crowd, and you throw yourself into studying each in turn. 

A group of muscular, scruffy-looking bunny monsters have claimed a table several feet away, absorbed in an intense game of cards. The smallest one wears a smile so wide it could crack their face in two, making some sort of gesture with a paw. The other two growl, reaching into their coats, and—you move on before you can get caught up in whatever that is. 

Who knew Lepan monsters could make those kinds of sounds? 

To your left, an incredibly drenched human sits unmoving, their head face-down on the bar. You can actually hear the drip-drip of water onto the floor beneath their stool. They look like they've had a worse day than you—and that's saying something. You don't think they would appreciate conversation at the moment. 

Near the back door, a hooded figure throws knucklebone dice. A harpy monster sits across from them, feathers askew as it watches on with hopeful eyes. Busy— Asleep— Uninterested— Too interested— Too creepy—

And then… there's him. 

Through the smoke and faint lamplight, an unnatural void draws your gaze.

The skeleton sits alone in the far corner of the room, stretched out over a plush chair like he was poured onto it. One leg propped over an armrest, with the other braced on the floor. He might have been smartly dressed earlier in the evening. But that ship, it seems, has long-since sailed. 

The top two buttons on his crimson dress shirt have been popped, baring an off-white, scarred collarbone. An embroidered black vest hangs open over his midsection, mirroring the strip of ribbon hanging limp around his neck. Impressive, to be sure… but clearly out of place in an environment like this. It stokes your curiosity. You sit up straighter for a better look.

Your eyes slide down the shining satin of his sleeves—rolled up to expose his forearms—and stick on the black leather gloves covering his hands. Even from here, you can see that the reinforced material hides a set of sharpened claws. You pause on that detail, your heart taking up a fluttering rhythm within your chest. The implication of danger carried in those hands… is incredibly appealing to you. 

Unbidden, you start to imagine how those gloves might feel, sweeping over your skin. Your mind flashes with images of scratch marks on your hips, a picture so clear and visceral you could almost believe it's real. Could almost see those fingers hooking into the seat of your underwear, slowly dragging the fabric to the side. Leaving you exposed and deliciously vulnerable and ready for… for his… A bolt of heat races down the back of your neck. You manage to break away from the grip of your fantasy, glancing back at his face—only to suck in a surprised breath.

The stranger is eyeing you in return. 

Even without visible pupils, you can tell he's watching. Curiosity shows in the slight tilt of his skull. Amusement in the lopsided pull of his grin. His empty sockets remain fixed on you, even as his head turns to sip from the glass in his hand—a deeply crimson liquid you can only guess is wine. 

Swallowing thickly, you reign in the last of your thoughts and turn back to your drink. To be caught watching him while your mind was so deep in the gutter… Embarrassment draws your shoulders up to your ears. Hopefully your desires weren’t plastered all over your face. 

From the way he was looking at you? You know you aren't that lucky.

Maybe you should talk to him? And what, explain in graphic detail what you were picturing while staring at those gloves?? You scoff at yourself, tossing the idea as quickly as it forms. The last thing you need right now is an embarrassing rejection on top of everything else. You don't know anything about this skeleton monster. He could be eyeing you because of your obvious, open-mouthed ogling. Stars, that’s definitely why. You'll just save him the trouble and resign yourself to your misery. 

That's that, you think… until you feel goosebumps break out over the skin of your arms.

Your voice is stolen before you can even fully register the presence at your back. Those black-clad claws are now spread out in front of you—their owner's hand braced on the bartop next to your arm. You blink, caught off guard by the bold gesture.

“you look like you need something.” 

His voice is husky, with an attractive vocal fry to it that practically buzzes against your spine. The words cut easily through the din of the other patrons’ chatter, crystal clear and enthralling. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, you forget every other person in this room. 

“...want to find out what it is?”

Warm breath puffs against the shell of your ear, the sensation close enough to a physical caress. A smokey scent wafts over you, your eyelids fluttering as you breathe in deeply. It's rich—like incense and spiced wine—with an undercurrent of something metallic and sharp. It's intoxicating.

He walks a perfect line, this monster. Crowding your space without getting too close. Dancing right along the boundary of your comfort. Your body is tense, locked up in a deep, instinctual reaction to his presence. Your hands tremble around your cup. Your heart races, and it's not… entirely from excitement alone. But the alcohol in your system gives you courage, as does the thrill of this mysterious stranger's apparent interest in you.

His open palm hangs in the air between your bodies. An offering. 

Your hand reaches out to take it.

[demonic-radio]

♥️

What about RadioDoll?

(Velvette and Alastor)

Now, this one is interesting.

Any of the Vees are, of course, but I don't think I see these two often enough.

I've seen people headcanon Velvette as aspec. I've always thought that headcanon was neat, and incorporating that into a ship with Alastor would be intriguing. The two of them could very easily talk crap about couples together, and potentially relate to one another over a distaste for relationships (and spark discussion on the nuances of the aspec identity Velvette may have).

Velvette and Alastor have an immediate friction. First, Velvette's a Vee; she's Alastor's enemy simply by being Vox's ally. Second, Velvette is attached to modern technology and social media trends. Velvette would not want to put up with Alastor's refusal to work with anything remotely modern, while Alastor would scoff anytime Velvette so much as looked at her phone. Velvette would try and take selfies with Alastor, only to lose her phone in the attempt. I could imagine Alastor intentionally keeping himself in frame just so her photos would end up glitched out and horrible. These two want to make each other mad.

On the off chance they decided to take a break from irritating each other, though, I think they'd find they have a lot more in common than initially believed. The two of them are both intelligent, ambitious people who view their successes as self-made. They're both masters of using their own era's modern technology for self-expression and curating public perception. Neither understand the other's craft, but I believe they could see the merit in it.

Once they got past their differences, I imagine they would be a delightful duo. I could imagine Velvette listening in to Alastor's broadcast to criticize him later, and Alastor doing the same to Velvette's streams. They could complain to each other, make fun of each other, and yet both understand the other's limits without needing to say so. They would learn to value the other's thoughts and opinions.

If anyone has seen some good radiodoll fanworks out there, I would love to see them.

Ask meme response.

[tevanbuckley]

gonna say something controversial because some fellow bucktommy shippers are overcorrecting a little too much regarding the whole pet play kink discourse ... my hot take is that i don't think there is anything wrong with people treating fictional characters badly in their fanfics. yes, that includes evan buckley and tommy kinard, who i love very much. fictional characters do not have human rights. they are fictional.

people will create fanfics with whump, torture, SA, death, pedophilia, kinks, and other stuff. there are many fanfics out there, written by bucktommy shippers who love buck and tommy, that do objectively horrible things to buck and tommy. but the great news is, buck and tommy do not exist! so as long as those fanfics are tagged correctly, you (general) gotta accept that their existence is legitimate. yes, that includes every fanfic that you find distasteful, rude, gruesome, and sickening. yes, that includes every fanfic where the bad things happen to your favorite character. yes, that includes every fanfic that only exists because somebody happens to hate your favorite character.

as soon as people start discussing how certain shippers should not be allowed to do whatever they want with fictional characters in their own fanfics, they lose me with their argumentation. everybody can write whatever they want and post it on ao3. as long as it has the correct tags, it is none of my goddamn business to correct them, and neither is it yours (general).

I mean I don't necessarily disagree, like I said, I've no problem with bddies writing messed up/kinky fic about whatever they want. Having said that afaik nobody's saying ppl shouldn't be allowed to write stuff because it's yucky/bad/weird etc, they're either pissed at the hypocrisy or annoyed about the way a lot of bddies (particularly eddie fans) characterise buck. "i don't like this," =/= "this doesn't have a right to exist."

now, personally, blorbo mischaracterization is pretty far down my list of concerns in this fandom, but I get why it's struck a nerve in this case and I'm not gonna begrudge anyone who's annoyed. especially when the bddie narrative for a year has been "bucktommy shippers are gross fetishists, who unlike us don't care about real ""authentic"" representation." Yet the representation many of them want relegates the canonically queer half of their ship to the position of wife/mother/thinly veiled self insert, meanwhile they recoil at the idea of him having vaguely spicy gay sex with his actual boyfriend.

[numberonetacostan]

Oughhh I found that one post a while back where someone was like "let's make ship names more creative" (which is what I've been begging from all fandoms FOREVER) and low and behold I stayed up until 4 am last night letting the brainworms cook and I'm not letting that go to waste!!!! Throughs a bunch of ship names at you!!!!

Test dummy - testbulb. This is in a very /aff way towards lightbulb but she can be a bit of a dum dum sometimes. And the test part obviously comes from testtube

Flame brain - could work for testbrush or candletube. Not much else to say here lol

Sour screen scream - hi Starfruit at it again adding their toicopad agenda to everything. I'mma be real I stayed up SOOO long figuring this one out. It's cute but if you have better ideas PLEASEEEE tell me I'm still starving.

Foul play - criminal that no one thought of this for bickel. Ppl haven't been paying attention to them anymore and like wth their so silly gimme back my og yaoi 😔 /silly

Silver tongue - self indulgent but i kinda love knife and taco as a pair so yeah!!! 

STEM sweethearts - hi fantube nation. I was tweaking out over this name I'm proud of myself for it

Vacation vlog - fancase. Self explanatory. The sillys <3

Roomba - floorphone4.... this is a horrible pun I'm sorry

Musical chairs - micbow if anyone's into that idk but yeah

Never-gain/micro/loser melody - tacomic. Couldn't figure out a good one mb sillys

Heartbroken poet - tacoloon is underrated and I love getting my fajita fein queen to kiss pp

Shout out to the ones I found on the shipping wiki that I'm using forever now. Airport security (the one good thing Cobs said in his life), Lottery winner (cloverkel), Economic Inflation (when I tell you I laughed so fucking hard at this I think I woke my parents up. Lovely job nickloon community I'm so proud)

~⭐️🍓 (btw I've seen you posting ur art and fics more and I wanna say that ur stuff is so cool a creative!!! Keep doing what ur doing dude ur super talented <3 :3 have a great dayyy!!!) 

Hi Starfruit!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :]

Your creative ship names are so nice!! :) 'Foul Play' and 'Roomba' are my favourites!! I don't have one for toicopad at the moment, but toico could be something like Sour Swirl? Apologies if that's not a good one, I am very much a name-squisher sort of ship namer by habit, so I don't have much experience thinking of these. It's a more recent thing, isn't it? My first special interest for which I read fanfiction was from the late 90's early 2000's, so I read a lot of fanfiction from back then and got used to the sorts of terminologies from back then. Uh... hm... I have jokingly referred to Pickle, Mic, and Mepad as "Taco's Bitches" before, so if anyone happens to ship the three of them, that could work?

And as for your message at the end!! Thank you so much <3 You're so kind!!! <3<3 It really means a lot!!!!! <3<3

^That's me when people send me nice messages btw

[sonics-atelier]

*Comes in through the window, hanging on Rhysand's leg.* Ok, ok, I got the bat but I want to know YOUR take on the Tamsand ship, your hcs, and tips. And I have another bouquet of hype for u and lot of hugs and kisses! 💐

Lmao the image has me wheezing 😂, thank you for the bouquet absnsnsb I'm sending u a bigger one back <3

Okay so im gonna be honest, tamsand is not my forte, tamcien and nyxlin are where I get the most output so please don't expect a lot from me, I'm probably gonna be of very little help in this one.

I actually use another ship to draw inspiration for tamsand, idk if you've seen the show Transformers Prime but the ship Optimus Prime ( or Orion pax ) and Megatron is VERY tamsand coded. ( and Optimus x Ratchet is VERY tamcien coded )

Like they both were best friends and everything until Megatron let the anger fuel him and his ideologies started to be more violent in nature causing harm to the others around him and ultimately leading to the demise of his relationship with Orion.

That's how I veiw tamsand, like there's always gonna be a "what if things went differently" for them, they had the potential to be happy but it was doomed from the start. They tried very hard to be different but the circumstances and their reactions to them tore them apart.

I've put my hcs under the cut cause it got wayyy too long and I don't wanna clog up anyone's fyp

For hcs :

Tamlin and Rhysand probably met as kids and were very apprehensive of each other at first but maybe they got scolded by a parent, etc which made them bond and realise they were in the same situations and that's how their friendship started.

Tamsand saw each other only at high lord banquets and sometimes even sneaked off together to hide from their families and they found comfort in each other.

I think rhysand developed feelings for tamlin first ( and tamlin reciprocated them very later on ) while they were in teens but tried to suppress it because he was scared tam wouldn't feel the same & their families were a problem but as their friendship grew and tamlin asked rhysand to teach him war Tactics and training rhysand selfishly didn't refuse him because he wanted tamlin in whatever way tamlin offered himself.

That's the crux of their relationship I believe, like the way rhysand acts in canon is maybe because he knows that their relationship is beyond repair so the only way to have tamlin in ANY way is to antagonize him and be an asshole to him because he doesn't know how to fix things and neither does tamlin.

He basically craves Tamlin's company in whatever way he can have it.

As for tamlin ( & rhysand ) he feels like like he should hate rhysand but he just CANT like in the way you know you want to choke someone but also caress the bruises you leave behind, the love they once had acts a shield between them stopping them from hating each other completely.

It's just SO SO complex and layered like you have to peel everything back to even grasp a fraction of what they mean to the other, which ig is why I've only ever written one fic about them.

Also also rhysand HATES when tamlin gets a new partner because how dare tamlin have someone else while he still hasn't moved on ? That's probably why he was so horrible to feyre and Lucien imo. They became a hindrance in his erotic angsty relationship.

They both have a lot of self loathing but rhysand is better at channeling that energy into assholeness ( like he did in acosf or acofas i don't remember ) and masking it as pity when he does in fact care about tamlins well being ( re : when he procured a steak for tamlin )

Tamlin just tends to fall in a loophole of how he could've been better and the possibilities haunt him endlessly and he becomes very full of self hatred and ends up ruining things around him just to feel SOMETHING other than this aching anger and pain that won't go away.

I'm probably gonna Yap too much and i do have lots more to add but i havent slept all day and had to run errands in the heat wave and i have a migrane so that held me back, apologies for making it cumbersome for you to read if I haven't already, again I'm really sorry if I wasn't of much help :(

ALSO I JUST HAD THIS HC RN but Tamsand are dumb asf and think they loved the other more than they loved them and their hatred for each other stems from that too, maybe rhysand holds a grudge because he thinks he didn't mean as much to tam as he did to him and he's heartbroken over that and vice versa.

Also I think tamlin would be able to find love in the future with someone else but rhysand can't, I'm basing this off canon ( or whatever I remember of it ) like the guy has a literal mate, a group of friends the whole shebang but he STILL can't seem to leave tamlin alone like sir ??? He's clearly not over it.

I would also highly recommend checking out the tamsand fics of @highlordofkrypton, @praetorqueenreyna, @matrixsss, @lifeisabiscuit & @fourteentrout on more insignt and tips on how to write tamsand, theyre amazing at it! Again these are the people I've seen writing tamsand so please don't hate me if I've left someone out, anyone is free to add their thoughts on tamsand in the reblogs, I'd love to get everyone's opinions.

[plusvanity]

Yesterday, I wanted to say that people who blocked me did the wiser thing, but today, I want to touch on a recent issue, a hugely (intentionally) misinterpreted and degrading problem.

The controversies that people started to spread about me literally make me sick to the stomach.

They don't give a fuck about my countless explanations of how this ship is my comfort ship, designed to help me heal from severe abuse, self hatred, body dysmorphia, depression and anxiety.

I try to switch from unhealthy coping mechanisms to something that is both productive, helpful and most of all, harmless (because it's imaginary).

They felt the need to turn something that I created as my own personal fictive escape into a gross sadomasochistic, abusive and extremely toxic 'excuse' for 'why is this ship and not that?'. My guts twist for seeing such cruel assumptions when I have one thing that makes me happy (a story, a healthy narrative) viciously turned into a gruesome scenario that is not what it is at all.

The fact that they accuse me of shipping fair-skinned, blonde people is also the biggest hypocrisy that they could come up with when they themselves forget that Øystein's natural hair is blond and his eyes are blue in their own double-standard ship.

The fact that accuse me of romanticizing self-harm while they themselves 'like' (I have proofs) and approve art of EuroDead self-destructive romanticism shows their duplicitous and impostor nature. This is not to be taken as an insult, but an obvious fact concluded by their behavior.

My ship has little to do with physical looks and everything else to do with the in-depth psychology. It's not me, PlusVanity who says that there's a gigantic overlap between highly-autistic traits and trauma response (in personality disorders), it's Freud, Jung, Lacan's teachings and many other's scholars, neurologists and psychiatrists came to this conclusion many many years before you and I were even born. If you, dearly-opinionated friend, think that you can prove to these honorable psychoanalytical figures (and me, of course) otherwise with credible and well-documented research and not your 'I don't like that just because' synthetic opinion, I will gladly listen to what you have to bring up. I am well-versed in the philosophical and psychological domain, and I can provide solid arguments to everything I claim.

It's more than just unfair to point the finger at me, accusing me of a ludicrous sadomasochistic and 'subliminal racial element' in my art just to satisfy your late frustration with an ' good-enough explanation' for something that you never even bothered to look into because otherwise you would know that you are wrong. I'm not spiteful, I'm just pointing your flaws in logic as straightforwardly and inconsiderable as you seem to point mine, but it's not like you will actually try to understand what I'm saying because this must imply 'admitting defeat' and a kick in the ego, so you don't even bother with my transparent explanations. That's alright.

This message is for the people who are open and mature enough to read the motive behind my art and writing. This monologue is not for the ones who blindly accuse me of horrible things or a hidden agenda that I don't have or try to promote.

If you think that you know better than me, you simply don't. Why might that be? Because I am the author, because you don't think with my brain and you have no access to what I stand for, other than my words and actions and neither my words or actions stood for any type of abuse or political extremism.

You also put words into my mouth by calling me a fan of Varg, when I'm most certainly not, but I mean you hate me, of course you will say such things. Everyone who's following me knows that I not only hate Varg, but mock him daily for his spiteful persona.

I do not engage in any drama, I am not here to fight anyone.

I will only have civilized conversations (if openness exists). I am here to be and share with my friends the one thing that makes me happy. To subjugate me for simply having a different view than yours is tyranny and black and white extremism.

Pairing real people is morally bad, but this includes all real people. Not just Varg and Pelle, but Øystein and Pelle too. Doesn't sound fair now, does it? I understand why.

Anyone is free to believe anything, but a conspiratorial opinion will never compare to the ultimate truth that only the author can provide.

Please block me if you wish for. This is a far more mature approach than lurking here or sending hate. I hope this is constructive.

To sum it up, I'm beyond hate and ingoing frustration. I will gladly wish my late-proclaimed haters a wonderful day even if they roll their eyes. 🖤

You cannot change options, you can only provide your insight.

Be kind, be open, be alright 🖤

I wish this post can be shared so a lot of people can read this 🙏