#I could fucking frolic and do whatever

[bloodspatterguy]

wish I was an anime girl

[flowerakatsuka]

larry's tag about kurokara looking back on going around the summer festival together and realizing it was basically a date is making me chuckle bc it wouldn't be the only instance of kuroba inviting karamatsu out on what's essentially a date before they're a couple ( not even during that summer. )

[homunculus-argument]

If I had like Do Whatever The Fuck You Want kind of money, I'd get a huge area of land within a reasonable walking distance from the town, and set up a mock graveyard in there. Fake tombstones with names of people who have never existed, sculptures of weeping angels draped dramatically over grave monuments, a folly in the style of old gothic stone church ruins, the whole nine yards. And then just wait for the goths to show up.

Watch them hang out there, sit on the dilapidated benches, take dramatic pictures of each other, the graves, and each other on the graves, just enjoying themselves and doing their thing, paying no mind to the unassuming, tall, equally abandoned-looking tower at the other end of the graveyard. It's not abandoned. I live there. And I set up this whole splendid little park for them just so I could watch them frolic, just the same as someone would put up a bird feeder on their yard because they wanted to watch birds.

[dhampling]

the shepherd, the black sheep gn!reader, 2k

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’ He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin.  ‘It could be worse. We could be here without each other.” - a plummet into a chasm leaves you and your light-fingered friend stuck. together, you wonder if you'll ever emerge again.

word count: 2,054

as always, a big thank you to the nonnie who sent me the prompt: 'Tav/Reader & Astarion get trapped together somewhere during a mission and have to deal with the isolation and anxiety of waiting to be rescued by their other companions' - i hope i did it justice <3

-

He rolls his thumb and forefinger as he casts an absent glare into your makeshift fire. Sniffs. Whets his lips.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” He asks into the open space. 

You’re on the other side of the cavern, triple checking for access points you may have missed on your prior patrols.

It’s been a fraught few days but with the rescue of Halsin came much-needed information. A path to the heart of the Absolute. Finally your journey had a destination, and you’d started to gather momentum in knowing you had a set route to travel.

If Astarion’s revelation had only come a little later there’s no doubt your friends would be clamouring to save you both now.

He knows the camp is wary of him, even more so than before. You made clear in no uncertain terms that anyone unhappy with his vampiric presence was welcome to leave the party as soon as they pleased. He heard the rumbles, the whispers. The staunch distaste for your decision and the following questions on your capacity to make them.

The threat of a power vacuum seems only amplified by your current situation.

Lost in a deep cavern following a fall from a hefty chunk of loose rock, just the two of you. The shepherd, the black sheep. Your companions promising to return but with little by way of a plan to do so. 

It was only your decision to cast Feather Fall prior to crossing that you both survived the plummet.

He is simultaneously overwhelmed with gratitude, and furious beyond measure. 

Overwhelmed to the point of nausea. Deep, horrid nausea that seeps into his bones every time he’s conscious of it. A pounding headache, a splitting skull, a million times ‘why’; the way you reach for his hand in the darkest nights and it feels like a balm. Your neck on a platter. You listen to him and it feels as if the gods finally heard his call.

Incensed - pitifully - because he wishes with hindsight that he’d found a means to stop you casting the spell. He’d finally be dead, somewhere Cazador would never find him; and whatever tale the sordid scars on his back told would rot with him. He’d be left in peace in this cool, damp darkness and nothing would be able to mutilate any part of him again, minus the rats that’d very likely feast on his corpse.

How very funny. It almost seemed a shame to deprive himself of experiencing that one while still having a brain. The irony.

There’s peace here, in the drip-drops and the echoes. An ambience of sorts. A spacious tomb for his undead soul to frolic and haunt for all eternity. Maybe he’d set up his tent so he’d have somewhere for his ethereal spirit to lounge, put the bottles and bedrolls out. He did fall with his pack, after all. 

But you’d be dead, too.

He’d suffer the fall twice. Break his own neck, garrotte himself in unholy witness of whichever reaper came for you. Slam onto the floor of the cavern, repeatedly; until whatever remained of his mangled brain could be assured of your own safety and he could finally fucking die.

Having something to die for.

Now that’s a novel concept.

You amble your way back over to him, rubbing your forearm as you search the darkness mindlessly.

“Don’t know. They’re under no obligation to, I suppose.”

“Easy way to do away with us.” Astarion ponders.

“You might just be right.”

You sink to the floor, wrapping your arms around now-crossed legs and exhaling softly.

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’

He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin. 

‘It could be worse. We could be here without each other.”

When he says this, he expects you to flail your arms and chide him for his ill-timed attempt at humour. Tell him that you’d rather be here with anyone else in camp, that you hate the fact you’re so uncertain as to whether they’re coming back for you. Freak out in the way mortals often do. Reveal all those horrid little doubts over your staunch protection of him that he fears are stewing under the skin.

Instead, you meet his eyes and freely give a small smile. 

“Right again. Making a habit of this.”

“I’ll be careful darling. I wouldn’t want to set expectations now, would I?”

He can tell you’re uneasy, but he doesn’t seem to be the cause. Not remotely. If your body is anything to go by then he’s a solace here for you. 

For some reason, that suspicion makes him feel warmer. 

You look over the packs. You’re unsure how long you’ll be down here, or whether you should be preparing for the worst case scenario where food is concerned; but hunger pangs are worming their way through you already and you’re cursing the single coffee you had back at camp.

You’d like to think your new friends wouldn’t leave you here. Obviously far too optimistic a perspective for someone with a mind flayer parasite currently lodged in their head, but without hope you wager you’d very quickly become completely despondent.

In your mind, either possibility is a very real one. 

Astarion tilts his head to the side to make room for your own atop his shoulder.

The gesture surprises you in its intimacy. Not that you’ve noticed in any way aside from the purely observational, but his desire for physical contact seems relegated to that which is utterly necessary and nothing more.

The nights he has touched you have felt so.

This doesn’t feel necessary.

But it’s welcome, nonetheless.

“What can I do, my sweet? How can we make - this - easier.” He poses with a hint of a playful tone.

“I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are, Astarion.”

He shakes his head and smiles with mirth.

“No, no. Not unless that was a proposition on your part?”

He turns and looks down at you softly.

“Maybe later. I’m just cold.” You speak with little conviction.

No emotion, just absence. He wonders if you’re actually considering letting him warm you through. A service he finds himself surprisingly willing to offer, wanting to even; his brain struggling to consider it a service when he’d derive such genuine pleasure from burying his icy fingers deep into the valleys of your warm flesh, head reverently planting kisses on your heated belly; holding your blazing torso against his. Tarse twitches. 

Astarion hums.

“I could try to make you something, if you like?”

You scoff, a slight smile returning to your cheeks.

“Thank you, but I’ll decline. Tell me when the last time you cooked was again?”

He errs a little, wobbling his head and gesticulating softly.

“Details, darling, details.”

You both sit in silence for a few moments, undoubtedly thinking the same things. Mulling over the choices that led you here. There’s a fondness, though. A lack of regret. What will be, will be. 

“Was there wine in your pack?” You break the silence. 

His head perks up.

“Fancy a lock-in?” He grins cattishly. 

For the first time since your fall, you smile completely uninhibited.

“Gods, I think so. Not much else to be done, is there?”

-

It’s cosy. 

Inside Astarion’s tent are both bedrolls, plus whatever cushions and blankets you could find within your bags of holding; and copious bottles of wine plucked unceremoniously from the stockpile before heading out.

“I didn’t know if they’d take it as an opportunity to mutiny. Cast me aside, leave me to die. I had to take some of the good stuff with me just in case.” He grins.

“I can’t believe I’m so glad to find out you’ve been stealing from the group’s resources.” You lean back, enjoying the warmth of the fire on your icy flesh.

He scoffs.

“What?! It’s hardly an ongoing pursuit.’

He sips. Lowers his voice.

‘I don’t particularly want to give them more of a reason to stake me.” 

Hearing his resigned tone makes your heart ache a little.

“They’d have to stake me too. I’d move too fast for that, obviously.” You mimic quick gestures with your hands, monk-style. He splutters on his wine. 

“What on earth was that?”

“A demonstration of my battle prowess?”

You chop again with your hands, moving quicker as he folds with laughter.

“The focus in your eyes, darling. It’s remarkable.” He breathes heavily.

“Obviously? I’m ensuring they can’t stake either of us?” 

You commit to the bit, chopping in the space all around you until your companion has tears in his eyes and is gasping for unnecessary breath.

“Thank gods I have a hero like you to protect me, hm? My knight in shining armour.” He practically purrs, wiping the tears and resting on his elbow.

“Just be thankful you’re not the one who has to fight against these hands.” You shake your head and dust them off with exaggerated finesse. 

“I’d feel sorry for the poor bastard who does.”

He likes how absolutely ridiculous you are at this moment. It’s sobering. Two hundred years and he hasn’t seen someone with quite the ability to create a levity like you just brought to the situation.

Your devotion - though used in jest - doesn’t pass him by unnoticed, either.

A beat of silence.

You pour another big goblet of wine and stare into the abyss.

“What if we are just stuck down here?”

He ruminates, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Then we have three options.’

He looks at you.

‘One. We find a way to climb that crag right to the very top.’

You both look up to where he points. Above you, minus some jutting rock, is a chasm as wide as the sky.

‘Two. We repopulate down here somehow and create our very own race of awfully mutilated creatures to fool the gang into thinking it’s someone else they lost down here. We can’t replicate Gale exactly, obviously, but I think they’ll begin to look similar after a couple generations of natural inbreeding.’

You pull a face and shiver. He shrugs.

“Three. We get cosy, and go out happy. There’s nothing we can do from here.”

Astarion lifts his chalice in a moribund toast, gesturing for yours to meet him in the air.

“I’m grateful you’re here.” Your cup clinks against his.

A moment’s silence. 

“I’m grateful it’s you.”

He looks at you once more. 

He could’ve been down here with anyone. Most of them would have staked him immediately. Said the Feather Fall had worn off, that nothing could be done. He’d have been left here, dead, with nobody to remember the only weeks of freedom belonging to him in the last two hundred years of his miserable existence.

But there’s you. There’s always you.

He wonders how you would react. Whether you’d shrug and remain stoic, returning back to the wants of the masses, just another fallen body. Throw some nightshade into the abyss in memory and move on.

Of course you wouldn’t.

“I don’t regret it, you know.” You speak as you sip, still looking up into the cavern’s sky.

“I- Thank you.’

You sit in silence for a few minutes, the drip-drops of the cavern a calm backdrop.

‘Between friends - you’re a little in love with me, aren’t you?”

You swallow a gulp of wine and wobble your head. Gesture lazily into the air around you.

“Not yet, no.”

He moves to object, but is caught mid-breath. 

“We’re doomed anyway. What if I said it? Those three little words?”

You laugh and sip again.

“What the hells. I’d say it back. Hope we live long enough to see it play out.”

Astarion looks at you fondly. There’s a genuine reverence in his eyes, soft and considered; and for the first time you see no barriers. If there’s a future in which the two of you don’t starve to death then he sees you there aside him.

“I love you.”

You bring his palm to your cheek and hold it there for a moment, closing your eyes and nuzzling against it.

“I love you, too.”

He swills the last of his current chalice in his mouth and swallows, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it reverently.

“Now we drink, and we wait.”

-

[rei-ismyname]

X-WOMEN highlights

X-women was a one shot released in 2010 with the explicit purpose of showing women in 'skimpy clothes' - at least according to the wiki which references a now dead Marvel URL. With Chris Claremont on words and Milo Manara on pencils, you can decide that one for yourselves. Implied SA content warning.

Believe it or not, there's several pages of other girls gone wild shit before the plot actually starts, with Rogue inheriting a villa in Greece (from who? Never mentioned.) Gal pals only, except for the gay dudes Kitty busta in on when phasing on a jetski.

Turns out they recognise her, lol. She's entering people's rooms on a cruise ship - it'd be more surprising to not see fucking. Ororo does Karaoke, nailing Proud Mary. Rachel sneaks off with that dude, but he shoots her and shit goes wild. 'I can't quite make sense of it' wild.

The cruise ship gets attacked so they flee and somehow end up in the dingy boat with Captain Dave. They notice they're depowered so Rogue takes the opportunity to touch someone - Ororo is happy to be that person. While platonic intimacy is wonderful, I'm going to label this 'pretty damn sapphic.'

The least believable bit is Storm wearing those jeans tbh.

Then that boat gets attacked too, and they're shipwrecked with the 'chief' who claims to be a God-King that can bring down planes. The tribe worship him and planes, which seems odd. I think they're all his wives now, but he takes special interest in Storm. Dude never gets a name, but he's creepy AF. I assume Captain Dave is dead.

Less favoured wives perform manual labour. Believe it or not, this explicitly rapey chief is not the bad guy of this tale. Rachel and Kitty's psychic rapport runs through the mini, something famously associated with platonic friends. There's some nonsense in the background about China and India doing ... something. War, maybe?

This whole 'trying to rape Ororo' scene goes on for quite a while, and the chief's main wife is jealous of her for the attention. Gross. Ororo beats him down a bunch but he does have some powers. She agrees to 'stop fighting' if her friends are released. Nope! He likes it. Again, this creep is not the bad guy in this narrative. What the fuck was CC thinking?

The real bad guys show up with guns and start shooting but the chief has fucking eye beams and some kind of telekinesis. Or magic, or maybe he really is a God. The X-Women, sigh, team up with him to take down the Baroness' troops. Baroness of where? Doesn't matter. I definitely hate aristocrats who try to steal my friends' brain juice but this jerk enslaved them.

The Baroness' plan has been developing off panel and is now ready. She tries to fire the 'weapon' which involves the psychics' cooperation, but Emma Frost (who is in this story!) says nah. The chief becomes a reasonable person all of a sudden and does ... something. Whatever it is it works and he releases the X-Women without incident, saying he'll miss Ororo. She tells him to pay attention to his main wife, who is surely a slave too? I have no idea - this was such a bad idea.

The Baroness can control mutant powers and tries to get away. Storm unloads on her with max weather and freezes her solid. Emma punches her and breaks a nail. 🙄 I don't think she could possibly survive this, so yay?

After all the bullshit, the girls realise they never truly got to frolic. They do so, yet the chief is there? He's literally chasing Ororo in the last panel and she doesn't look happy about it. Everyone else is partying so I don't think we're meant to worry, but I do. Let's pretend she murdered him. This was in 2010, and it's not like rape culture doesn't exist - but it's baffling that this was either missed or just approved. Wait, no it's not. Marvel is not great with anything like this, and middle aged white dude writers and editors could totally see this as unproblematic. Rogue is doing some Coyote Ugly shit, the others are grinding on each other, and Ororo is playing chasey with the rapist with 50 wives? 💩

[error-on-line413]

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[aarafox]

On Stolitz, Desire and Misunderstandings

I’ve thought about them so much for the past few days that I just have to put my thoughts somewhere. This might be far from structured/coherent but contains everything that has been running around in my brain lately. Feel free to interact with me about this because they’re driving me insane (in a positive way).

Quick disclaimer: I’ve watched everything in nearly one sitting a few days ago and am new to the fandom, so I might be unaware of commonly known info or things the creators have said or confirmed. If you come across any of my questions that have been answered already, please forgive me for not knowing and feel free to enlighten me! Let’s begin~

 The main thing that got me thinking about this so much is Blitz’s line in ep 7 when he brings Stolas home after their failed date: “Don’t act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear, all the time.”

But the thing is, he is wrong. We as the viewer know this, how Stolas chokes on his food when he sees that Blitzy calls, how he lunges to pick up the phone and how his eyes turn into little hearts when he hears the question. If anything, Stolas is smitten with Blitz.

He even calls Gabriella a “mood” when she asks Alejandro why he won’t love her. It’s indisputable that he’s thinking about Blitz here.

And how much he actually likes Blitz becomes even more clear to us at the start of season 2, when they’re kids. Stolas falls in love at first sight and blushes several times.

And then, 25 years later, he is delighted to meet Blitz again. After the initial (joking?) assumption that Blitz has come here to “ravish him”, he tries to make gentle conversation and asks him how he’s been. Blitz is the one who decides to initiate sexual relations—that is, he pretends to start it, and decides to keep it up when he hears Stolas chirp about how happy he is that it’s his “first ever friend” who wants to do him. But Stolas, before this, was surprised by Blitz’s advances and unsure how to react. Stolas, if anything, has to believe that Blitz is very sexually attracted to him.

That is why Blitz’s line in episode 7 fascinates me this much; one would think the reverse of what he says is true. Stolas has no reason whatsoever to believe that Blitz ever wanted more from him than sex/the grimoire, especially with how their relations began. So it strikes me that apparently, to Blitz, it hurts him to think that Stolas wants nothing else from him. He even begins to cry there in the van as he begins to reject the prince.

See the tears in his eyes? Why is that? Is he embarrassed? Angry? Does he feel guilty for putting Stolas in a “disgraceful” picture? Is he thinking about entirely different things that happened to him in the past?

And Stolas cries when Blitz is gone, because, well, he does think of Blitz as more than a sex friend. He was so excited to be asked out by him, he made himself look pretty, tried his best to make conversation with him, thought Blitz was actually taking him on their first date ever! He thought Blitz had called him out because he wanted to spend time with him, so he did his best to make the date a success, but all he received from Blitz was, well, nothing… He even tried to end the night on a more positive note by asking Blitz to come inside for something other than sex, perhaps to drink some wine and talk about what happened (or watch a movie, or cuddle 🥺). But when he hears that his sentiment of just wanting to spend time together has never come across—not now, not ever before—and Blitz actually believes Stolas just wants to frolic, that’s when Stolas leaves it for what it is and ends up crying.

(God I feel so bad for him, my heart)

And he spends a LONG time trying to show Blitz, via his texts, that sex is not the only thing that he’s after.

But he only gets one-word responses from Blitz. Nothing, literally nothing to keep going on. It’s no wonder he loses faith in that whatever they had could ever be anything more. And Blitz probably has commitment issues or is afraid of things not working out and he ends up keeping Stolas at a distance—until it’s too late.

And it just kills me that he does care about Stolas but somehow won’t admit it, won’t show it. And yet he sounds so hurt there in that van, when he accuses Stolas of merely wanting to be his sex friend. And he actually cries. For that reason, and for many other reasons not all clearly laid out for us.

Meanwhile Stolas has been crushing on him for 25 years. It’s only natural for him to propose the deal they made: he wants Blitz to be close to him (and he assumes Blitz enjoyed sex with him that first time, since he slept there for the entire night while at first only claiming he could do it “real fast”) and Blitz wants his grimoire. This is the perfect way for Stolas to get Blitz to be with him, because, frankly, he doesn’t have many other reasons to meet up with him. So they make this deal: Stolas gets to be together with him for once a month, and Blitz gets the grimoire. Perfect right?

Except when Stolas discovers that Blitz doesn’t even begin to know how much Stolas actually cares. That’s why he keeps sending those long texts, he tries so hard to let Blitz know they could be doing anything else and he’d love that too. That night after the date he already begins with those attempts, by telling him he enjoyed spending time with Blitz and suggesting things to do inside which Blitz misunderstands for him trying to get him into his bed.

But damn, if that was all Stolas was after, he wouldn’t get so depressed that he’d drink until passing out. He is heartbroken. And somehow, for some reason, so is Blitz. The first thing he does when he gets home is opening his phone to a selfie he took of them while Stolas was asleep.

And others have pointed this out as well, but Stolas doesn’t know about this picture and that Blitz smiled while he took it. On all the pictures Stolas has of Blitz, Blitz looks like he’s not enjoying himself at all.

So what must he think when he sends Blitz his reply that he could be in the hospital for a while in case he wants to visit, and Blitz doesn’t answer?

Well, that Blitz doesn’t want to come. That he doesn’t care enough.

Indeed, if there’s anyone who hasn’t been showing his true feelings or intentions, it’s Blitz. Stolas compliments him, calls him darling and “his” Blitzy, makes himself pretty for their date, and (for instance in ep 2 of season 2) blushes big time multiple times.

He’s had it bad for Blitz for ages, but he (correctly? incorrectly?) concludes that this is not mutual. And he has every reason to think so! Blitz treats their sexy adventures as a business transaction, is all serious and stoic to Stolas about it except for the rare occasion where he does show how much he likes it, like after Stolas rescues him from the demon hunters and he grins and seduces Stolas before kissing him.

But the times when Blitz talks about them to others? Those are moments Stolas doesn’t know about and doesn’t get to see, like when Blitz talks to Striker and stutters like mad trying to explain what they are and aren’t. He never outright says that they’re not dating. He doesn’t even deny Millie’s words when she says they’re boyfriends.

(M&M totally know I’m wheezing)

It just drives me insane how Blitz isn’t honest with his feelings, especially towards Stolas. He probably chooses to believe that Stolas only wants to have sex with him, because that’s more convenient and safer for him, and enables him to keep Stolas at a distance.

Perhaps that is why he never properly responds to Stolas’s texts, never jumps to the opportunity to agree to Stolas’s indirectly asked questions or suggestions. Getting closer might be a bad idea somehow—but after those texts he has to understand what the prince’s intentions are, right? They just don’t talk about it at all; we also aren’t told whether they still do it or not, or just exchange the book like Stolas’s texts suggest. This is striking compared to season 1, where we got scenes of them in bed or talking about their next meet up.

It isn’t until Stolas’s life is in actual danger when Blitz begins to realise how much he cares.

“He can get hurt?” His eyes are trembling with disbelief. After that he finally sends Stolas a text first, and then begins typing again, and stops. I imagine he started typing a yes, but stops himself for some reason. I really hope they’ll show us what Blitz was thinking in that moment. Why would he not go to see Stolas? Because he feels guilty? Because he’s afraid he’ll start caring even more when he sees him wounded in that bed?

But again, for Stolas this just means that he doesn’t care, and the poor owl curls up and turns away from his phone.

[onyourstageleft]

severance s2 ep3 thoughts: (spoilers under the cut since the ep just dropped yesterday)

- no Mrs. Selvig don't turn around please become a traitor go wherever the fuck you were going that was 280something miles away. please answer my burning questions about the hospital arm band

- Lumon better not buy Dylan out of the plotting, he was growing on me but if they lure him back in with the family visitation center thing I will be deeply saddened

- we still don't trust Helly

- before Milkshake opened the box me and my partner knew where it was going, I said out loud "please don't be blackface" and yet

- also I find Natalie or whatever her name is, the board liaison, so creepy. I think it's her eyes

- "tiny hall for goats" - my partner

- is that Frolic tattoo man!?! frolic, as in frolic with the goats?! (update maybe it's not but I think it was a valid assumption in the less than two seconds we saw him initially)

- Felicia giving Irving a mom hug is so wholesome

- the angry farmers materialize, this is actually starting to give horror movie vibes now

- #wifereveal #clearbagpolicy

- his wife is so cute though I love her

- apparently this actress was also a major character on walking dead, one of my partner's special interest shows

- "we live on a cattle ranch?" innie Dylan doesn't understand the charm of vintage dress up photography!

- the drawings of Burt are so cute!! and we get new info! the exports hall!

- glad they talked the goat people down but why are we showing off our bellies

- OH SHIT it's the pouches that they are believed to keep their larvae in for that whole MDR propaganda thing Burt mentioned before

- is Dylan's wife an overnight security guard somewhere or something?

- Natalie what the fuck are you doing there, Ricken does not need you. Ricken please do not buy into anything they're trying to sell you

- I love Devon she hates Lumon so fucking much and she loves her brother a lot, enough to not tell her husband whatever the fuck it is that they're doing with apparently trying to burn an image into his eyes

- my partner said it on the last EP and I forgot to write it but I agree, Mark is clearly the important one, the rest of them were expendable, and it has to do with his dead wife and whatever Cold Harbor is

- asking them to fire Milkshake after all he did, running around and serving cunt all week on his motorcycle? I mean I guess

- run bitch run! please become a traitor to Lumon, you could tell that whatever the fuck that was was gonna be a trap

- "who told you that" no really ma'am who did tell you that how did you know that his wife is alive at Lumon

- oh shit yeah she did used to work there and was involved in the severance brain lab, definitely forgot about that major plot point (as did Mark apparently)

- I did not expect her to set up shop in his fuckin basement for this but I guess. also vaguely surprised he agreed to it so readily now, but grief do be strong

- well shit is definitely gonna start popping off soon!

- next ep I need outie Mark to be vaguely aware of Helena Eagen and recognize Helly but not be able to place it and then figure it out and blow shit up

[candiid-caniine]

pov: you're scared to send an ask

kicking my feet thinking abt all the shy people following me :)

what's keeping you quiet n shy? are you scared to fumble thru being mean to a little puppydog bc its your first time? are you nervous or guilty about having kinks like mine and wish you could be brave enough to own it? are you somehow, for some reason, sure that even tho u know what i like, *you specifically* will fuck it up somehow n annoy me?

cause i do. i want fumbling first-time awkward asks and requests. i want you to know that you can do this. you can control me, no matter how new u are to this, or how much you've convinced yourself your self-esteem issues are reality <3

or do you have kinks similar to mine that you're not sure i'm into? or...are you holding back on sending an ask bc ur scared you'll like it too much? does it make you shiver, watching me debase myself and recognizing some violent and mean thrill in u when i whine, and you're not sure you can control yourself? that you'll get addicted...?

cause i want your "how about this" kinks, your "this might be too much, but..." i want ur addiction, i wanna hear about how i scare you by making you want to beat me into submission. i want ur obsession, ur most violent urges.

or are you just not sure? do u have questions about kinks i'm into, or basic parts of sex, that you think will make u look dumb/be embarrassing if you ask for clarification/advice? do u think u just don't have enough knowledge to interact in this space?

cause it's okay! i will answer anything i know how to answer! ur not stupid or cringe for not knowing about certain kinds of sex. it's good to ask questions, that's how u learn!

or are you a sub/puppy too? do u think that i only want the big mean doms/switches in my inbox, that i don't want to hear from fellow puppies gushing abt people being mean to them and barking at me, that i won't bark back? bunnies and kitties and anything else, do u think i won't want your softness, your sweetness, that i won't wanna nuzzle u and lick u and frolic the way only small creatures can?

cause i want you! i want ouppy. i want kittn. i want bunnie. i want "licks you licks you bites you licks you nuzzles you." i want blushy cuddling and the yip-yap and mrrp and squeakch.

whatever makes u think i won't love hearing from you, i want u to know it's in ur head. i'm literally ouppy. whether it's because i have bottomless love, or because i'm too stupid to see the danger, u should send that ask. <3

[skeets223456789]

HEY YOU!! Yeah, YOU!!! Are you a sad sad man with a suicide plan?!!?!?! Are you a terribly complacent soul with A PIECE OF SHIT boss?!?!?? Are you a tortured poor little boy who’s been beaten and bruised by this sick and cruel cold world?????? YEESS??? WELL, YOU SAD SACK OF IDIOT, WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT YOU DIDNT HAVE TO BE??? Picture a world where you can be wherever, be whoever and do whatever!!! Picture a world where instead of being horrifically fucked in the anus no lube style by the world, you could be tap dancing with hot chicks surrounded by an unlimited supplies of explosives!!! Anything your sleep deprived and depressed little mind can imagine, you can be it. You are whatever you want to be. ORRRRRR,, you caaannnn be. If you join my wonderful exquisite freeing little world.. yes that’s right, my cult could offer you all the escapism you want,, where dissociating for hours and day is the norm and encouraged!! We could skip around and frolic in a field of daisies!! I even offer an escape for your your buried sadistic nature you so desperately try to push down..! I could cut bruise and chop myself into tiny pieces,, ALL FOR YOU GUIIYSS!!!! ILL DANCE WITH MY SKIN INSIDE OUT!!! ILL OFFER THE FINEST MOST DEPLORABLE ENTERTAINMENT YOUR MIND CAN FATHOM!!!!!!!!, JOIN ME PEOPLE!!!! JOIN ME IN OUR COLLECTIVE DELUSION!!! LET US FORGET THE PAIN AND BULLSHIT OF THE WORLD AND ENJOY THE BLISSFUL UNAWARENESS!!!!.!.,!!,,!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #234

It rained today!! It rained a lot!! And there was thunder booming outside and everything!!!

…SO I WENT OUTSIDE!!!! But I didn't get any pictures; it was raining so hard that I felt it best to leave both my glasses and my cellphone at home.

And I ran!! And I looked up at the sky and let the rain fall onto my hair and face!! And I let my shoes glide along the surfaces of puddles, spraying water everywhere!!! And I found some really deep puddles to stomp around in and I kicked the water up into the air, and I listened to the booming thunder in the distance, and…!! and…!!! AND…!!!!

Well, of course I got soaked. The insides of my boots got all squishy and weird, hahaha! My hair became a shaggy, sopping mess. My clothing was literally dripping wet.

And then there was the guy in the groundskeeper's cart. I wasn't expecting anyone to be around because it really was raining super hard outside. But still he was there, and… goodness, I felt more than a little self-conscious; I'm very well aware that it's not "normal" for a grown person to frolic in the rain with reckless abandon. The fact that joy is not considered normal in my world is beyond my understanding (and is probably a large part of what's fucking wrong with this place), but it is what it is.

…Still, who fucking cares? I only get one shot at making life awesome for the soft animal that carries my soul, and I am autistic; I am socially unacceptable by default anyfuckingway, so what do I have to lose? So after pausing to bow at the man, and after engaging in brief, but pleasant conversation, in my own mind, I waved a great big huge middle finger at the lingering echoes of past people who tell me I should be ashamed of myself, and I continued to fucking frolic, like a goddamn BOSS. Those old thoughts are terrorists, and we don't fucking negotiate with terrorists.

And you know what!!! After that, I found a particularly deep puddle!!! It was so deep that the water went all the way up to the middle of my shins!!! IT WAS FUCKING GREAT!!!! And so I jumped and splashed and twirled around and stomped and kicked the water EVERYWHERE!!!! It was WONDERFUL!!!

The man came by in his cart again, this time with another man riding in the cart. So I turned and bowed to them once more. They told me that pretty soon, they were going to try to drain the puddles; they wanted to let me know because they thought I looked like I was having fun, and they didn't want me to be sad unexpectedly. So I thanked them, and I bid them peace, safety, and luck, and I told them that I hope they find excuses to dance today. And then I went home. I took my time. I jumped in a few more puddles. I rolled around in some wet grass. But I went home. And it was good.

Of course, by the time I got home, I maybe looked like a bit of a sasquatch, hahaha! So J took a few pictures; I am at home, so in these, I am not bothering to hide the weird ways that the autism and the dyspraxia and the hypermobility make me move and hold myself (people get uncomfortable and unsettled when I don't mask...); for today at least, I do not fucking care! And for today at least, I think maybe these will make you smile, even just a little:

...In case you wonder why autistic people tend to do "t-rex arms"? It's because we're more likely to be hypermobile, and keeping our biceps partially flexed prevents the humerus from coming out of its socket from the effects of gravity. The more you know!

For whatever reason, J then asked me to do my "best impression of a cheese goblin." It's very silly, but he asked, and what he asks for, he gets!

...I, uh... I think I accidentally did a "Frankenstein" instead of a "cheese goblin". And I tried to be really scary, but I don't think I was very successful, because I couldn't keep a straight face while doing it for very long, as you could see, ahahaha~!

Anyway, so everything I was wearing was covered in rainwater. So I had to take it all off and put it in the washer and then change into dry things! And then I put it all in the dryer, and it should be mostly dry now, I think??? My boots might need a few more cycles, but that's okay. I don't mind.

The rain stopped just a little, shortly after I got home. But then, while I was writing this letter to you, it began again, although not quite as strongly as before! Sometimes I think maybe you might miss the rain, so I tried to snag a video of it for you:

Hey, Sephiroth!!! If you're in my neighborhood the next time it rains like this, let's go outside and dance, okay??? And let's go splash around in the puddles and run around with wet hair and dripping clothes and soggy boots, and let's yell and laugh right back at the thunder and give permission for the wind and the rain to caress our faces!!! And then let's go home and be cheese goblins or Frankensteins or whatever!!! And then we can get cookies or macaroni and cheese!! It'll be fun, I promise!!!

You know what, Sephiroth!! You know what! I think I'm gonna play some Dead Cells now; it has been far too long!! Come and join me if you want to!!

I will end this here for today!! I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had fun writing it!!

I love you!!! Please stay safe and work hard out there, okay? But don't work so hard that you break, got it??? You wouldn't want me to come snatch you up and sentence you to a thousand years of cookies and milk and cartoons and macaroni and cheese and nature walks and yummy tea, would you????

...Who am I kidding? Of course you would! But please don't overwork yourself until you break, anyway, okay? I'm sure you remember what happened last time. I'm sure you don't wanna repeat your mistakes. I'm sure you wanna be able to make better choices.

Do your best, okay? I'll write again soon!

Your friend, Lumine

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Heyy, I literally just downloaded tumblr to get this filled in so im not sure if theres a partciular area i need to go to (im sorry if this isnt :,) )

. I need a match- currently infatuated with the Dude.

I'm fairly introverted and reserved, although woth the right person who's interests are aligned I will literally splurge on conversation. I love hearing the interests of others and I have a tendency to ramble about my fixations and interests (sometimes to the point I forget they might get disengaged)

with that in mind I have a resting b face like 24/7 and my voice is monotonous.

Love music (goth, metal and industrial eg. KMFDM, skinny puppies, bauhaus). Enjoy talking about the nuances such as sub genre's and facts about the band what not.

Also love video games. Mainly games with immersive characters and plot.

My clothing type could be described as goth? Particularly trad goth I love lace clothing. (I would love to put guyliner on one of the Dude's tbh) and I like doing the makeup!!

Im very experimental (in bed). Heavy on bdsm.

I'm also an aspiring attorney. With that in mind I'm a workaholic im bombarded with assignments and papers so I may not have that 24 hour attention some people want. I tend to overexhaust myself

I collect weird trinkets from thrift stores such as pocket watches. I'm in the process of making a vintage medical equipment collection. Also fascinated with 20th century history and its relics.

I like talking to myself especially when im gaming. and I use the blurting method to study.

In terms of partner, not particularly fussed. Just need someone who can couch potato with me one day and smoke and get feral the next.

My love language is acts of service. I don't like physical affection and touch. I don't mind pet names

I have difficulty taking in criticism. I have a bit of a temper when receiving it. Howevrr I like offering people constructive criticism.

I can't cook but I can brew a mean coffee

-dark brunette baby bangs -height: 5'9 (I wear alot of boots that give me added height on top of that) -INTJ -favorote aesthetic: cabaret / Victorian?

It warms my heart to see more industrial/goth anons gathered here!!!

Your Dream Dude is:

Postal 2 Dude

He is the “healthiest” in terms of respecting your boundaries. And he wants you to achieve that attorney career of yours! He might be a bit rough in getting you to not burn yourself out though.

He is definitely the guy to smoke one day and frolic in a scrapyard the next. It’s his life style!

Although he leans more grunge/metal, there is a few industrial bands he enjoys! Dope is definitely one of them. Nine Inch Nails and Acumen Nation as well. He’d be happy to listen to whatever you wanna put on while hanging around the trailer

The two of you look so fucking cool together. Both deadpanning with badass attire. And the lace looks especially gorgeous on you. PUT MAKEUP ON HIM-

He will sit still for you to goth him up a bit. He may bitterly comment a bit because he’s a cranky jerk generally speaking. But you know he deep down is having fun with you

You both pretty much share love by doing things for each other. Although he usually grows into physical affection, he can respect if it’s not really your deal.

(NSFW INCOMING) BDSM? Fuck yeah! He’s the BRATTIEST sub imaginable. He revels in banter while you put him in his place. Make him your whiny little bitch. Or maybe he can be the one in control. He’s really up for anything. He doesn’t last long though…

[swndmehelp]

My lovely girl Aurora needs more love, I make like two posts of her every few months but hones she’s one of my favorite characters I’ve made. So, here’s some fun facts about her!

Main thing is that she has HORRID anxiety. That’s her main issue anyhow.

Aurora is 14 years old in Bioshock. She probably wouldn’t have met Jack or interacted with him while he was at Fort Frolic but definitely knew he was there. She’d probably be there with Cohen, but she’s terrified of people so she hides.

She was born in rapture, her mother is dead and her father had left rapture without her. So she was given to the orphanage and we all know what happened to those orphans in Rapture.

Honestly, given what Cohen has done and everything, she would be terrified of him but also not? I don’t know, she has mixed feelings. But I think Cohen might like her because she’s also an artist? Maybe? Idk how the man would be with a 14 year old after how crazy he appears.

Aurora doesn’t make art out of people, she prefers the classics like paint or pencil. But I’m sure Cohen might have a little influence after a while.

She was one of the little sisters that Tenenbaum “fixed” or whatever. That’s why she has the glowing orange eyes when everything else in her is gray scale.

SPEAKING OF HER BEING GRAY SCALE! Obviously she wouldn’t be like that in real like, but it’s kind of a way for me to express her. Idk how to explain it I’m so sorry. Anyways, I feel like she would have color that’s not gray if she were a more cheery person, or if she hadn’t been a little sister. I was doing some concept and that was kind of the idea.

She wears a mask, one of the bunny ones from the game. When she’s not wearing it her face is all blacked out other than a glowing orange eye. Her face is kinda messed up given her time in rapture and with her being a little sister for a while.

By the time Bioshock 2 rolls around my girl would be 22. She’s grown up (kinda)!!

She still stays in Fort Frolic but sometimes she needs to get out and wander. Obviously she has a specific route picked out to avoid splicers and Cohen.

She’d probably freak the fuck out when she meets Delta. Sobbing, crying, panicking, not breathing. To put it simply she’s terrified of Big Daddy’s

She could probably help Delta, instead of being against him like most of the people Delta meets in BS2. She doesn’t have anything against him other than the fact she’d be terrified of him.

She’s also probably scared of Sinclair for a while, business man :(

I feel like (because obviously everyone lives at the end of BS2) she’d escape with Sinclair and Delta and everyone.

[cherryluvrx3]

meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 5

[masterlist]

I went home with an extra pep in my step, resisting the urge to hop, skip and frolic around like a cutsie whimsical princess or something.

I shut the door to my room and kicked off my shoes, plopping into bed, stomach first with my legs kicking behind me.

I decided against texting Dave- and Karkat and John for that matter, because I didn’t wanna come off as weirdly clingy and desperate for “friendship”. Besides, they’re still working anyway. So instead, I go to text the group chat so I can report the good news.

It takes a few seconds before anyone answers but like always, Roxy is the first to respond.

Me

-!!!!

Roxy <3

- hey babe! What’s up?

Me

-You would not believe what just happened omhggg

Gamz :o)

-wazzzzzupppppp

Me

-Sooo

-I went to see Dave right

Nepetita :3

-Oooh really?? :0

Me

-Yesss

-N I got his number xP!!

Roxy <3

-omg rllyy!!

-wooo!!

Gamz :o)

- u text him yet

Me

-No ima wait a bit

-He’s still working

-also

-I got his coworkers numbers too xP

-They’re named John and Karkat

Roxy <3

-omg????

-girl you just

-3 dudes numbers!!??

Tezi >:]

-Since when did you have the sweet talking abilities for that?? >:0

Me

-I know I knowww

-Ima smoooooth opertatorrrr

-The men flock to me and bow at my feet as I walk by

Gamz :o)

-Waitttttt

-wait wait

-waittttt

Me

-what

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

Gamz :o)

-A guy named Karkat

-I might know that motherfucker

Nepetita :3

-a furriend of yours??

Gamz :o)

-Just a guy I met on a field trip like 2 years ago or smn

-we both got lost at the motherfuckin zoo freshman year

-like ours n his school was there at the same time n shit

-kinda just walked around tryna find like the groups we came with or whatever but I kinda gave up

-n he didn’t wanna walk around alone so he just stayed with me

-we was just chillin with the stingrays

-he was still tweakin tf out tho so I gave him a edible

Me

-Omg???

Gamz :o)

-motherfucker didn’t know it was an edible tho or else I don’t think he would’ve ate it

-we were tripping hard by the time we made it back to the buses lol

Roxy <3

-gamzzz 😭😭

-i don’t think u shld giv edibles to strangersss

Nepetita :3

-Yeah that's a little

-ermmm

-rude?

Gamz :o)

-was jus tryna help the guy

Me

-Well anyways

-I’m not like

-Actually interested in them or anything

-Just wanna be friends with them

Tezi >:]

-I thought you wanted to date pizza boy??

Me

-Oh Dave yeah

-I meant just him tho lol

Gamz :o)

-yeah for a sec I thought u were rlly tryna juggle 3 hoes at once

Roxy <3

-yeah righttt

-they can barely juggle dave alobe!!

-alone

Me

-I could totally have multiple hoes if I wanted???

Roxy <3

-yep

Gamz :o)

-mhm

Tezi >:]

-ok

Nepetita :3

-...well.. *sweats nervously*

Me

-FUCK YOU GUYSS

-WHAT EVA!!!!!

-I see you guys are just some hating ass bitches

Roxy <3

-not hating just being #real babe

Nepetita :3

-Anyways!! It’s great that you got Dave’s number!! Are you planning on texting him first or letting him come to you?

-Do you want to be the purredator or purray? :3

Me

-hmmm

-well I was thinking

-wait

-omg?

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

Me

-He literallyyyyy just texted me

-brb teehee

Roxy <3

-omgg? the stars r aligningg for u to hav ur momenttt

Gamz :o)

-get his ass

While John gave me his pesterchum user, Dave and Karkat gave me their regular numbers because they “weren’t fucking nerds” and so I put them into my phone’s contacts.

Pizza Dave

-hey dawg

Me

-hiiiii ? aren’t you still working? Lol

Pizza Dave

-yeah I’m still on the clock for like 2 hours but not much is going on

-there was one more call for delivery and I made Kat deal with it because I’m still recovering from that last traumatic experience

-told him I might have some serious PTSD induced panic attacks if I had to hold another pizza in my hands

Me

-Oh haha

-So are you likee

-Just chatting to pass the time?

Pizza Dave

-bingo. pretty much.

-I’d chat with John but right now he’s busy talking to like

-some other friend??

-like what the helllll

-I was the OG bestie yknow

-but now he’s over there getting all cozy with some dude he met on some online forum that’s just a cesspool for shitty movie lovers

-guess he wanted a guy who’d listen to him rave about nick cage without bitchin but I mean I was just keeping it real

-we’re literally on the clock. being on the phone while working is NOT allowed. you’d think he’d know better

… hmm..

Me

-Kinda sounds like you’re a jealous boyfriend lol

Why did I say that? Don’t know, thought it was funny and hit send before I could rethink.

He’d been typing consistently but I could see in real time his speech bubble stop.

I headed back to the group chat to update them, cutting off whatever they were talking about.

Me

-So he’s texting me rn bc he’s bored at work

Nepetita :3

-well that at least shows he’s thinking of you?

Me

-welllllll he just said he’s only talking to me bc his other friends are busy lol

-but I mean this is my chance to slide myself into his personal circle!!

I went back to me and Dave’s convo and- holy shit. While I was gone he was typing up a storm

Pizza Dave

-what

-no

-no way dude

-me and john are just buds

-that's my home dawg yknow

-like if I was jealous it would just be because of the friendship we have being threatened

-yknow what I mean

-like

-not at all like a jealous boyfriend those are like two totally different things

-besides I’m not gay

-and John isn’t either

-I think

-and if he was I still wouldn’t be gay

-cuz I think girls are really hot and have had a few crushes

-on girls

-so there’s like no way

-not that I have any problem with gay people

-and if John was gay that’d be cool and all

-I really don’t care

-cuz at the end of the day I’m not gay so that’s not an issue

-uh

Me

-OKAY I GET IT

-I was just joking bro

-You don’t gotta get all freaked out lol

Pizza Dave

-I’m not freaked out

-who’s freaking out?

-not me

-I’m chill

-chill as hell dude

-look up chill in the dictionary and you’ll see my face

Me

-Okay

-anyways

-what school do you go to?

Yeesh. I guess that boyfriend comment opened up a can of worms. I screenshotted the convo to share with the group chat.

Me

-Soooo… guys..??

Gamz :o)

-wow

Roxy <3

-Yikes he’s definitely closeted

Tezi >:]

-Totally. That’s actually kinda embarrassing

Nepetita :3

-Aww I feel kinda bad… but I mean he said he’s alright with gay people so

-it probably won’t be that long until he opens up and accepts that part of himself?

Me

-Yeah I think so too

-I don’t think he has a crush on John specifically but he’s def fruity

-even if this whole relationship thing doesn’t work out ima stick to with him to support him cuz boyyy does he need it!!

I go back to chatting with Dave and he seems to have calmed down. We both learn a bit more about each other after 15 minutes he says he has to get back to work. We said our goodbyes and I headed to take a shower so I could process all the information I learned today.

Maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow during lunch? Even though we have different schools, apparently our bell schedules matched up and we even had lunch at the same period.

I yawn and tuck myself into bed for a few hours of scrolling on my phone.

———

a/n btw John was talking to Jake, no I'm not shipping them

Also Dave is closeted and in denial.

I see both him and Karkat as bisexual but since this fic is supposed to be gender-neutral I don't think I'll go into too much detail on how that could affect his relationship with reader bc it's different depending on who you are. I might end up making reader bisexual too but idk bc I don't want readers who aren't bi to be 'forced' into it. I mean all I know for sure about you guys reading this is that you're attracted to men (or just reading this bc you're bored lol)

Also Karkat is also a bit closeted but he's very much aware of who he is, he's mainly closeted because he knows Dave is iffy around his own sexuality and is worried Dave will see him different if he comes out to him.

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

@darehearts // and this one is getting the insta reply (x)

It's well fought victory, and it's why he's mulling over leaving. He didn't want to take away from that; didn't want to be the moon casting shadow over the room; let everyone frolic in the sunlight if Clint's keeping track of this metaphor properly.

He bumps his shoulder against Kirk's when he teases him for the melancholy that was hanging over his own shoulders. He can't help the laugh as it was pointed out this wasn't a funeral home. A finger taps at the rim of the glass he's holding. Ordered out of habit, which after Nero he had to get serious about the rest of whatever life was going to be.

❝ I don't know looks like a funeral home to me. ❞ Clint muses with a laugh, taps the glass full of liquid, decides that he'll share a little. How wouldn't a bar be a funeral home. ❝ You know how when you want to join Starfleet, you gotta do an interview? ❞

Kirk's eagerness to cheer him up is appreciated, if he doesn't feel that he's truly earned such the privilege of throwing his authority around to talk to someone. The only person to talk to was himself and the newly named Captain has earned from Clint however his story and honesty. That and something about how talking about it will help him.

❝ I downed two glasses of gin before it because if I fucked it up; well, I could have the rest of the bottle and wouldn’t care. I thought it made answering questions easier; I am a better liar under liquid influence. ❞ That's probably a load of bullshit, but that was the lies he told himself to make sense of himself.

He holds up the glass in his hand, ❝ What is a bar to an ex-drinker? A graveyard. ❞ He looks to the all the glasses with liquor in them around the room, on the other side of the bar.

❝ This is better for me, but I still ordered the glass. Promise I'm celebrating, but getting use to this. ❞ This being watching others drink and get drunk, ans not joining them. They did it in fun and it's one night, or maybe one week, but he was different. That's harder to own, harder to look in the mirror and see his father looking back or Barney's words thrown in his face all over again.

Clint smiles though, it's hard but it's not bad. A little sad, but he'll get better at this sober thing. ❝ I imagine Captain is going to take a moment to get use to; or do you already feel it? ❞

He offers the glass of amber liquid towards Kirk, it shouldn't go to waste. He picked a good bottle for it to be poured from. Someone should appreciate the burn. ❝ A toast to whatever comes next and I promise that'll taste good. ❞

[thebunniesgrim]

Genuine question. what was loona's problem with Bee in S1 ep8?

This is a long post, sorry.

(Idk if it's just that I already didn't like or care for Loona making me misread this situation or what but she was so defensive btw I don't hate Loona she's just not my cup of tea it's fine if you like her)

Loona has this big problem with her. For what? I understand when they first met Bee was definitely giving "mean girl acts nice but really isn't nice" vibes. Because the when Bee called her a sweet pup and a cutie then laughed after definitely sounded really condescending. I totally get it, but afterwards why is Loona so hostel? I’m not saying Loona had to go frolic in flowers with Bee and braid her hair or whatever. I just think she's a little to hostel. Even if she didn't have an opinion on Bee, I thought she would have just acted like she always does, just uncaring and low-key.

Because Bee was being nothing but welcoming and nice to Loona. It's not like Bee was being stuck up and tried hazing Loona at her first hell hound party. Loona and the audience saw that she means well. She was very hospitable to Loona, telling her to enjoy herself and eat, drink, or whatever. Loona and the audience saw that Bee cares about her party goers. See if they were ok and had everything they needed or wanted.

Bee even told her to she liked Loona because of how up front she was. My thing is, why did Loona blow up at Bee at the end of the episode? Bee is clearly chill with Loona and Blitzo, for that matter.

We don't know how long Loona and Blitzo was at the party before they left but it long enough for Blitzo to get wasted (which I’m assuming took a while because Blitzo in the truth seekers episode said it takes a lot for him to get fucked up) and for her to have made a group of friends/ acquaintances

At any point Bee could've kicked her (and Blitzo) out or embarrassed her, but she didn't. Bee was even a good sport when Blitzo beat her at her own game, even gave him a bow and said she respected him.

Why is Loona getting so defensive when Bee asks her to check up on Blitzo?

It's not like they were talking bad about him. They weren't talking shit about him. It's not like Bee was like "hey your dad is ruining my party, get the fuck out" Bee was just worried about him, she even explained that Blitzo was causing problems and that his vibes weren't ok. They didn't even ask her to leave. It's not like they were kicked out without any explanation. Loona wasn't in a bad mood when Bee and Tex talked to her. Then she just switched on a dime.

Why is she starting a fight with Bee? She was ready to fight Bee over it, too. I'm convinced if it was just Bee that talked to her and Tex wasn't there, she would have definitely tried to fight Bee. She didn't even back down on her own volition. She only said sorry and apologized because Tex looked sad. There were other hell hounds around and she still tried that nonsense. She only cared about Tex's reaction.

So what I'm getting is that Loona would have let Blitzo get blackout drunk and get into who knows what kind of trouble till she was ready to leave if Bee and Tex didn't say anything? Wow, daughter of the year over here.

Also, why would you try to fight a demon more powerful than you? Not only is Bee one of the deadly sins, she's also Tex's girlfriend. Did she Loona really think Tex (someone who she had/has a crush on and is her first real friend) would ever talk to her again if she fought Bee? Like there weren't going to be any consequences of that? She could have been killed or if Bee didn't kill her. She would forever be known as the dumbass who tried to fight (pretty much royalty) The Beelzebub. I feel as though that's worse than being known to a few as the girl who puked at a party once.

How am I supposed to take the ending of the episode seriously if she only helped Blitzo because she was told to do so? It would have been significantly more effective if she helped Blitzo on her own and took him home. Showing that she'd always be there with him. Before she out right said it to Blitzo before they got home, having her show it actions and words.

I know everyone likes Loona, and she has trauma and she has a hard time opening up to people but like what does that have to do with her totally lashing out at people being nice to her and worrying about her dad

What kind of trauma makes you defensive about people worrying about your loved ones? I can't buy the “she was acting tough” excuse because she wasn't acting tough she was being a bitch.

Look, I’m not trying to bash everyone's favorite girl. I just don't see how her actions were justified in the episode. This episode made me dislike her more than I already did. I'm open to other opinions on how Loona acted and maybe I find a new perspective to look at that'll change how I feel about Loona. I really want to like Loona but every episode she's in I just grow more and more frustrated with her and this episode really put the nail in the coffin for me personally. I’ve watched this episode multiple times and I still think Loona acted a tab out of line.

Sorry if this was hard to follow or didn’t make any sense at all. I was just trying to all of my thoughts out before they poofed out of existence. Also, this is the first time I’ve blogged something or gave criticism out loud for people to see. Sorry if there was poor grammar or punctuation. I’m not the best at writing, but I’m working on it.