#I am a villain through and through.
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Ik calling it a night for now, but next time I'm on the sims I'm making Ecco so Jeremiah has someone 🥲
I feel so bad for him cause he's just kinda in the house with us all
He tried to flirt with both Persephone and I, which caused a huge argument. Luckily I (as the player, this was not my sim) diffused the situation and we were all on good terms again in a few minutes.
#Ok maybe I made him flirt with us both to see what would happen. I like to cause a little ✨drama✨#Its sad that the game doesn't really do polyamory. We should be allowed to be a throuple.#I am also kinda considering maybe doing Jerome instead of Ecco (just for the sillies and also because I can make him more easily)#But tbh he would basically be the same as Cygnus so for the sake of having unique characters I'll probably go with Ecco#I could do Bruce but I don't really feel like having bats-for-brains in *my* house#And Persephone would agree#I love Wayleska. Great ship. I just don't love Bruce. I don't have a problem with him or anything we just play for different teams#I am a villain through and through.#Tbh I could rename the household to Gotham cause there sure aren't any heroes here lmao#1/3 of the house may have the “good” trait but they aren't heroes#(it's just Alfie and Cygnus.)#(Perseph and Miah both have the evil trait)#(myself and Zoe(for now) are neutral. Or maybe I made my sim evil too... Don't think so though.)#(Zoe I couldn't make evil because of age but I will when I can. She really takes after Persephone :3)#I only left myself neutral because I had other traits I wanted and I can always just make myself do evil things when I feel like it#But I wanted Miah and Perseph to both be evil geniuses#Anyway-#idle speaks#queenie rambles#Sims 4
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learning to love
#they make me so fucking unwell i feel so ill whenever i think about them#it's OVER for me i'm done#teen skk is going on my fucking suicide note thanks for everything asagiri#something something your bloodied hand in mind something something by you i am forever undone#something something to the world we may be villains but to each other we're two halves of the same soul#head in my fucking hands#sry for getting all emo i rewatched pmmm yesterday and i've been feeling existential about everything#i actually listened to the pmmm ost while drawing it saved me i love you yuki kajiura😍 (i died)#nothing like a haunting latin chorus echoing through my empty head while i draw tragic yaoi 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#big shoutout to sis puella magica i had that one on loop for like two hours‼️#anyway enough about the doomed yuri anime back to skk#forget everything i said i actually hope they explode i'm sick of their asses#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#chuuya nakahara#nakahara chuuya#osamu dazai#dazai osamu#soukoku#skk#posting at ungodly hours again this is gonna catch up to me 💔#lotus draws
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ANTAGONIST FIDDLEFORD❗️⁉️❗️❗️💥💥💥 FUCK SHIT UP BABYGIRL, I BELIEVE WOMEN'S RIGHTS AND WRONGS <33
30 years ago, during Ford and Bill's fallout; instead of threatening to steal Ford's eyeballs, Bill just goes ahead and steals Fiddleford's! Which then further leads to Fiddleford parting ways with Ford as his research assistant.
In my perfect world, where my AU is a 40-episode fully animated show; this episode would reveal the seemingly unsuspecting Old Man Mcgucket as the leader of a powerful secret cult of memory erasure. Mcgucket, believing Ford to still be under the influence of "the demon that stares," kidnaps him and attempts to "exorcise"/erase the so-called demon out of Ford's brain.
However, with the metal plate bolted into Ford's skull not only keeping out demons such as Bill, but also keeping them in; Bill is forced to instead take over Ford's body with nowhere else to go. Together with the twins who've come to rescue their Grunkle Ford, they frantically run from a hoard of cultists and their terrifying leader.
The twins discover that their Grunkle Ford's past goes much deeper than they had originally anticipated, and that their Uncle Bill isn't who they think he is....
#my art#gravity falls#gravity falls au#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#ford pines#stanford pines#grunkle ford#dipper pines#mabel pines#gravity falls fanart#gee Stanford- how come you get to have TWO murderous bitter exes??#Fiddleford going through his villain arc and I am ALL for it <3#i love making unsettling men#you KNOW Ford and Bill have such a big argument later about the possession#I completely improvised the perspective in that first frame and the entire comic so my apologies if it looks like wack#POV you are the twins and you discover that your Uncle was lowkey a piece of shit back in the days- what do you do#the Bill redemption arc is still there somewhere in the plot but it's one that sucks for everyone involved and is SLOW#YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WORK FOR THAT TRUST MISTER
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I'm suffering, I'm having a great time
#ffxiv#ffxiv memes#I made this#This story just hits you over and over right in the heart huh#There are very few characters I HATE. most of the villains just make me so so sad#And I love that#I want more stories like this#And I am having a good time truly#This game is just really taking me through it goddamn
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2am post jumpscare
#found this and wanted to clean it up rq lol#these guys don’t deserve it ✌️😔#well probably idk#idk anything abt dream just that ppl either make him super effeminate or a horrible person a lot#<- tapping on the door of sans peoples club#do you guys even like him or#/j#except for sunny he seems nice :*)#but man when it comes to the others it 100% feels like ‘well this story/fic/comic needs a villain sooo’#like. I’m not a shooter for sf sans at all but like. ppl don’t even bother making him a sans most of the time it’s like they just turn him#into some anime villain or smth. what to hell#and do NOT even get me started on uf Papyrus Chara and Flowey I will chew through concrete#snow and hail#undertale#underfell#swapfell#undertale dream#is his AU just called dreamtale I genuinely don’t know#I think so#underfell papyrus#flowey#chara#undertale chara#undertale flowey#swapfell sans#god I am NOT used to tagging so many characters#bye
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this shot is from a scene from the first chapter of a fic and I had the unbeatable urge to draw it cause
he deserves to win one spar ok
full drawing underneath the cut cause the pose is uhhhhhh,,
#was hesitant to post this cause my face is very thin#it was magical 3 am drawing spiel so imagine my surprised when i woke up#liu qingge wins a spar#everyone is shocked#i can't remember the fic name so don't ask#not scrolling through a gazillion tags on ao3#archerdoodles#myart#illustration#artwork#drawing#svsss#scum villian self saving system#scum villain#liu qingge#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#bingliushen
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Kidnapper, smugly: "As I'm sure you're aware Mr. Holmes, you need a warrant to search someone's house."
Sherlock: "You know Watson, this gentleman is correct. We really have no legal grounds to be here." pulls out a gun. "Oh, well, I suppose that makes this a robbery!" :)
#stoat reads sherlock holmes#I am reminded of that post about sheev palpatine#where one of the things that makes him a great villain is that when his evil mastermind plans fall through he can just start blasting peopl#''aw shucks no new evil apprentice for me. well can't blame a guy for trying ONE THOUSAND DARKSIDE LIGHTNINGS ATTACK''
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Dan Stevens as David Collins in The Guest
#Dan Stevens#The Guest#David Collins#I am working my way backwards through the film#I like to start with the action#Again my url should have been for the love of a villain#I made some very specific gifs for you Pepper#😏
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yet another svsss hill I'm dying on despite the apparent popular opinion — bingqiu would be great parents! give them a decade of peace and quiet to start healing from the trauma of.. everything and to get comfortable in the fact that their love and commitment to the other is reciprocated equally, and I can 100% see them wanting some little ones.
Shen Qingqiu overcame both his age AND gender to become Cang Qiong's resident milf in a matter of days after his transmigration. He's great with kids - as Shen Yuan he had a younger sister who he likely helped raise or was at least somewhat close with, he obviously loves teaching and doting on his disciples, he's immediately protective of random-abandoned-toddler!Binghe in the dream realm after escaping from the Water Prison, and obviously in the Return to Childhood extra he's (the only one) having a great time. you're telling me he WOULDN'T want a baby version of Binghe for real??
and as for Luo Binghe himself, the joke/argument I see most often is that he'd be jealous of the baby for taking his shizun's time and attention away from him. first of all, by the end of the novel, do you know how many times that man has died in his arms, pushed him away, or been separated from him in some other very traumatic ways, mostly while he was being influenced by an evil sword that amplified his worst intrusive thoughts? do you know how many people WOULD take Shen Qingqiu away, given the chance?! I think he deserves to be a bit paranoid!! but again, with a bit more distance and healing from his traumas, time, and reassurance that Shen Qingqiu really is staying, I fully believe he will mellow out in that regard. with that aside, Luo Binghe is a total mama's boy, he's a part-time emperor full-time housewife, and his greatest dream has always been to be a family with Shen Qingqiu. I don't think it's a stretch at all to imagine that someday in the future, he would want to grow that family with him too. and although we don't see him interacting with children in canon the way we do Shen Qingqiu, I cannot imagine him not loving his kids, a tangible result of their love, to pieces too.
#I'm passionate about this can you tell#lies and slander (/hj) are being spread about bingqiu CONSTANTLY and I am standing my ground to defend them until I can stand no longer#but on another note#my absolute favorite way for bingqiu to acquire a baby is through some pidw-typical magic plant#the whole plant baby concept is just SO CUTE#and I'm w shen qingqiu on this one honestly#BABY BINGHE#any bby w binghe's genes is gonna be the cutest the world has ever seen#I don’t make the rules airplane does#svsss#人渣反派自救系统#bingqiu#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#svsss meta#scum villain's self saving system
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(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)
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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1)
(Masterlist/subscription post)
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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.
So far, everything was going to plan.
About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.
Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.
Danny’s hands were cold.
He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.
Now, though, his body was freezing.
Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.
He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.
The process was excruciating.
Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.
Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.
Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.
Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.
Danny stared down at his hands.
Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.
“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”
Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.
“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”
“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”
“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”
“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”
“What did he say?”
“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”
The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.
“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.
“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”
Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.
A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.
The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.
“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”
They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.
Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.
There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.
His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.
Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.
The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.
Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.
Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.
Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.
Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.
However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.
Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.
“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”
Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.
The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.
Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.
He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.
Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.
Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.
They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.
The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.
Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.
They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.
Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.
“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”
“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”
Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.
“Hurry up, then.”
Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.
He had to check.
“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”
Danny shook his head.
“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”
“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.
“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”
Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.
“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.
They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.
That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.
She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.
Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.
The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.
Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.
He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.
Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.
“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”
She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Danny?”
He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.
“I thought you were…”
“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”
Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.
They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.
“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”
Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.
Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.
Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.
His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.
The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.
They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.
Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.
He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.
Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.
Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.
The entire room went white.
Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.
Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…
Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.
It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.
The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.
Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.
They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.
As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.
Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.
Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.
“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.
“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”
Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.
Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#vengeful danny#villain danny#btw Danny’s just cold because he has an iron deficiency. lmao#girl this is what happens when you don’t eat for two years. you get deficiencies. now stop angsting and eat your veggies#also my descriptions of the ecto filter come from donating blood plasma + platelets#Danny is Going Through It™️#btw I’m finishing this chapter at 3:03 am#just in case you thought I didn’t care about you all#btw the guy who’s injured’s sibling is a surprise tool that will help us later#also I was totally gonna kill Derringer at first. btw#but y’all avoided that with the poll. also it would have been a bit cheap imo
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can you imagine being Essek and watching this tiefling on a total power trip turn into a 10 feet tall--incredibly ripped??--god and kill the boy you're catching feelings for?? And brand you with some kind of evil cursed hivemind magic you're worried might corrupt you forever?? This thing that your friends swear was once family, but all you see is something monstrous and otherworldly and tearing himself apart at the seams, screaming when all their loved ones call out to him??
Just. the way it must have felt to see Lucien go from that to. Just the most sweet and affectionate little tiefling. Gentle and curious and so full of joy and wonder. He's got the brightest smile and warm eyes and this mischievous playfulness. He runs off at first--startled, scared. But then once he's calmed, the first real word he says other than Empty is Love. And right after that he calls out for his Magician, for this man who did everything he could to save him, held him close and kissed him so tenderly on the forehead--
And Caleb throws his arms around Essek and Veth and just watches the Nein all descend on Tealeaf and embrace him amidst laughter and tears and Molly's starting to smile again and Caleb's so so happy just to see him finally alive and.
In that moment, Essek understands why they came all this way--
#it is so so fascinating to me that deuces and ess knew lucien fIRST and i am so intrigued by how that would color their perception of#tealeaf when he's reborn#but also#there's something beautiful to me about seeing someone who you can't help seeing as a villain and a 'monster' just...finally break free#from these chains and become so warm and full of joy and love#seeing lucien melt as this gente affectionate tiefling who brings beau and yasha flowers and who gave everyone tiefling virtue names#also the implications of tealeaf calling the two members of the nein he doesnt recognize 'Empty'--deciding that theyre new#blank cards in the deck just waiting to be filled--#anyway sorry this was in my drafts and im just going through them now so heres this--
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If you think about it the song discord from my little pony fame is a perfect princess tutu song. You know who else is not a fan of puppeteers. You know who else has a nagging fear someone else is pulling the strings. Where is my amv
#something terrible is going down through the entire town etc etc#why did you take our world away#it’s 3 am and I am listening to old nightcore songs#princess tutu#does the amv exist?? pls I need it#also#while I’m on this tangent where the FUCK is ready as I’ll ever be#like every tutu character and their mother is capable of a villain arc#come on guys. do better#lea talks#lea posts
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dont mean this in any disrespectful way when you posted that i did go through your account and saw you had posted about gaza back in oct 13, i think in the current climate where so many zionist weaponize anti-semitism to silence people trying to stop the genocide i was also worried when you posted that and had seen no posts about palestine on your twt i did go down farther and saw that that was not the case and its just not easily apparent i do feel like you are aware of this though and it feels a little exploitative to post that knowing people would be sensitive to the language you used and your lack of public sentiment around palestine and unfollow you thinking you were a zionist i dont think your a zionist but your immediate outrage at people unfollowing you for that post is ignoring the context in which your posting in. please remember people are dying before our eyes everyday from people who use the language of anti-semitism to fuel that death i implore that you act with compassion towards people and not bad intentions
(for reference to others, this is about this post I then shared on my twitter as well.) Me commenting about people unfollowing me for sharing support for my community is not outrage, it's an observation on how I can't support fellow Jews without it being connected to Zionism. I said a very positive message to support others who have been dealing with things IN DIASPORA like I have and get messages like yours and this.
It is not exploitative for me to express love for MY COMMUNITY (NOT ISRAEL) after experiencing multiple actually antisemitic incidents IRL recently and saying the words I needed to hear for others. I need to hear that people care. My synagogue got bomb threats and I've been called a kike and harassed in real life multiple times. I didn't even post about most of the stuff I've dealt with to be sensitive to others and the online environment lately. Yet here I am being called exploitative and that I should be more sensitive to others for supporting my community. I have never once called anyone on here or anywhere else an antisemite or weaponized antisemitism so please don't project on me.
#hyde replied#:l#jumblr#anitsemitism#tw antisemitism#cw antisemitism#im tagging this because of my experiences i mentioned#k slur#long text#for reference anon I'm not upset with you. I'm just so tired of projection#and being villainized#and hatred. I should be able to support my community who's been dealing with a lot#without people assuming im a zionist and digging through my blog and harassing me#“it feels a little exploitative to post that knowing people would be sensitive to the language you used” when the words I used were#“Jewish friends I love you.”#“you deserve mutual respect and care”#Honestly makes me feel like I'm in another dimension where I said something horrifying and not those words ???#I even said I wasnt mad about losing followers.. I dont consider it a loss to lose people who project on me. but somehow I am outraged?
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more phoenix wright situations
#ace attorney tag#maybe i should tag this narumitsu or something. but i dont really care.#gearing up to rereading/illustrating bits of my fic i suppose...i think nick really is too dense to realise he's in love with edgeworth#without some scheming fop trying to intrude. i love villains like kristoph..villains can be fun..witnessing their pathetic folly..#or more like edgeworth would never have mentioned his feelings ever in his life if he wasn't sure phoenix reciprocates.#i want to see it this way because Falling in love during childhood with the person you're going to end up with. is not relatable#there have to be Situations that make you Realise.#as with orufrey i adore the idea of people not working out their romance with that person until their 30s+#but... i mean. even with orufrey i often think how alaira could be qifrey's ex. and oru having been pursued by noble fops through his work#there is that delicate sliver of time before orufrey start living together that such believable situations could have happened.#Then the relief of politely and amicably extricating themselves from those untenable situations#the idea of falling in love age 7 and saving your first kiss for age 35 or something is all very well but more relatable is#people realising how they really feel whilst trying something that ends up feeling wrong.#The comfort and joy of living with your dearest one as if it's platonic - much preferable to trying anything more with anyone else.#But i doubt i will ever portray that or mention it further. it is indeed very delicate to me.#and i really am an OTP FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kind of person who can barely bear to consider this anyway...NOT a polyshipper i'm afraid !#so i wouldn't mind either if they do have their first kiss in their lives age 35 with each other either. I would not mind that at all.#i love bi/gay couples apparently... bi father figures & their grumpy gay men waiting for them to work it all out...#not used to using colour in comic-style drawings..or at all..so this is messy and awkward looking..but colour is refreshing#i imagine i will go back to witch hat art soon btw. my destiny in life.#i still remember writing my nrmt fic expecting to write their first kiss & then partway through twas like Umm No. They have kissed prior.#does that really line up with this comic though... i think i had their early dinner dates/first kiss BEFORE disbarment.#so i guess this comic doesn't line up with my ficverse.... No..... U___U Oh well. sorry kris! <3
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Traffic!Scott is such a messed up thing, I need to put him on a petri dish.
Think about it. He's incredibly competent but will nerf himself, a pacifist yet will terrorise Joel for a giggle. He craves someone to pour into him so desperately, but continues to appoint himself homemaker and provider. He wants peace and tender love yet his closest alliances include one of the Furies, a red-hooded psychopath¹ and a backstabbing weasel² who doesn't even think Scott's real.
He's the friendliest guy in the server. He's a petulant little bitch. He enjoys getting under people's skin. He's generous and devoted. He's dismissive and callous. He loves pretty things as much as he loves chipping away at people's hearts, one well-aimed arrow at a time. He's a creative force. He's a chaos gremlin. He poisons the well and builds walls full of lava. He looks for devotion and commitment within a death game, he'll have you run yourself ragged to earn his approval, he'll trade his life for one sweet word, he'll watch his chosen one become a hungry, hateful thing and giggle in delight as they tear him apart.
HE HAUNTS ME.
¹ 5 am Pearl ily <3 ² Backstabbing weasel (affectionate)
#elle blabbers mcyt#mcyt#trafficblr#scott smajor#smajor1995#head in hands HEAD IN HANDS#i am Unwell#through loyalty he won the game of treason and managed to piss off the eldritch ringleaders so completely by being AN ABSOLUTE BRAT#compliance? never heard of her#everything he's ever let go of has claw marks on it#the aquatic theme from limlife truly suits this character well#predatory and prickly and venomous. takes a particular kind of clown(fish) to feel at home in his arms#this is just an excuse to slide in some majorwood propaganda#but imagine if c!scott let go of that tight leash he keeps himself in#come on mr smajor. give us the villain
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Alternatively known as ‘when you accidentally worship your enemy’
#dream fanart#rainystressedart#wilbur fanart#dreblr#Wilbur is a simp#and will forever be a simp#i accept no argument#also I am art blocked atm#apologies for slight deviation in quality#I am going through it#villain duo
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