#I literally can't unhear it help me

[thsc-confessions]

"i think burt sounds like remainings. like the roblox youtuber. like i think he'd play natural disaster survival and then die and then just go 'ok' and move on. he just,,, same personality" submitted by anon

[mis4dv3nture]

you guys liked raintom? I'LL GIVE YOU RAINTOM!

Flowing through you and flowing through me

<<So you like praising, huh?>>

Rain massaged himself through his pants, Phantom shyly nodded.

<<And you gave me such a nice show, bug. I should really return the favour.>>

A continuation of this fic

Pairing: Rain x Phantom

Rating: explicit

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: mutual masturbation (?), dirty talking, just a dash of praise kink, anal sex (no prepping), a bit of overstimulation, mention of heat, knotting

A/N: I can't help it, I love these two

cover image credit: me :)

Phantom didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or horny. Somehow, he started feeling both.

He desperately tried to hide his newly forming erection, the water ghoul looked at him with a smirk.

<<I'm here for you, bug>> he softly told him as he started getting closer to him.

The redness on Phantom's face only got worse, he lowered his gaze, biting his lip.

Rain positioned himself on the bed, right in front of the quint ghoul, who was still squeezing the pillow between his thighs. He immediately threw it away, as he saw the water ghoul getting closer.

<<Oh babybat, you're so pretty…>> he whispered to him, shyly raising his hand to touch him.

Then he hesitated.

<<Can I… can I touch you?>> he asked with a whisper.

The quint ghoul didn't even answer, he just threw himself on his lips, kissing him like a starved man.

Just a few seconds, and Rain found himself naked between the quint ghoul's arms, still glued to his lips. The room filled with little whimpers and muffled moans, their hands started wandering all over eachother's bodies.

Rain kindly pulled away from the kiss.

<<I'm all yours bug>> he told him as he finally put a hand where Phantom needed him the most.

The little ghoul closed his eyes, whining an unhearable “Mine”, as Rain got his hips closer to his.

With only one hand he wrapped both of their lengths together, making Phantom throb at that sight as soon as he opened his eyes.

The water ghoul smiled at him, he slowly started moving his hand.

Phantom felt like he was seeing heaven, the friction of the water ghouls cold skin against his was literally making him see stars. He immediately slapped his own hand on his mouth, desperately trying to not be so loud.

<<Good, good boy>> Rain whispered in a deep, teasing voice <<look at yourself, such a pretty mess for me… moaning so nicely…>>

The rhythm of his hand increased, the quint ghoul choked a loud whine.

<<Rainy… please…>>

<<What's wrong babybat?>>

He struggled to speak, as Rain kept working him so nicely. Phantom lowered his gaze to look at the water ghouls hand wrapped around both of them. They had barely even started and it already was a mess, a mix of pre dripping down from their tips all over his fingers.

<<Wanna… ride you…>> he finally whimpered, putting, for the millionth time, a little smirk on the water ghoul.

Rain pressed a little kiss on his forehead.

<<Go ahead babybat>> he softly whispered to him <<do you need me to…>>

Again, Phantom didn't even give him the time to finish the sentence. He pushed him with his back against the mattress, throwing himself once again on his lips, now all swollen for the kisses.

Rain answered with a surprised little whine at how smoothly Phantom sank on his erection, he immediately grabbed him by his hips, making the little ghoul moan louder than he should have.

<<You're so loud>> he teased him with a genuine little laugh, as the quint ghoul started rocking his hips back and forwards on top of him.

<<Yeah I know>> Phantom answered, heavy breathing <<Papa's gonna be mad>>

<<Mad?!>> Rain interruppted him <<You mean jealous>>

Phantom blushed, he tried to hide his face in the crook of his elbow. The water ghoul’s dick twitched at the sight of his exposed body as he was riding him, his untouched dick bouching with him at every thrust, all swollen and painfully hard.

<<Yeah, jealous>> Rain kept teasing him <<of how nice we're fucking right now, of how much you're enjoying yourself…>>

He tightened the grip on his hips.

<<…jealous of my good boy>>

That was enough to push Phantom over the edge. A few firm thrusts and he was coming (for the third fucking time that night), shooting white ropes all over Rain's belly.

And well, at that point Rain expected that he would stop.

But the quint ghoul kept going, riding his orgasm ‘til the last drop, at the point of literally overstimulating himself.

He looked desperate, he looked pathetic, frenetically rocking his hips on the water ghoul, his entire body crossed by shivers and little spasms, tears running all down his cheeks. And his voice.

Oh, that cute little voice, whining in pleasure for his orgasm and pain for the overstimulation, occasionally muttering some curses under his breath.

That voice, was the thing that made Rain cum soon after, biting his lip insanely tightly to not scream.

<<Fuck, I love you…>> was the only comprehensible thing that Phantom could say, as the water ghoul’s knot swelled inside of him, filling him so nicely with his orgasm.

He slowly decreased his rhythm, taking a pause to catch his breath as he finally stopped.

<<You really are feeling needy tonight, aren't you bug?>> he jokingly told him, waiting for his knot to start deflating.

<<Uhm, yeah, I think so>> the quint ghoul shyly answered.

<<Seems like my babybat’s in heat then>> Rain kept talking with a smirk <<the way you took me without prepping… well, that was…>>

<<…so fucking amazing>> Phantom finished his sentence.

He gently moved from his hips as the water ghoul's knot finally fully deflated, he layed on the mattress as close as possible to him, turning on his side to face him.

<<Huh, Rainy… can I ask you something?>> he suddenly asked with a whisper.

Rain nodded, he already imagined what he was about to ask. And he couldn't ask for anything better.

<<The thing you were doing with your hand with both of our… uhm…>> he got more embarrassed than Rain thought, this probably just made the water ghoul get harder <<I really liked it… can you… uhm…>>

Rain chuckled. He turned on his side too, facing the little ghoul as he brought their hips close again. Without wasting time he wrapped his hand around both their lengths like he did before.

<<Let's do it again then, let's see if we cum together, huh? Let's make a total mess>> he teased him in a deep voice, looking at him in the eyes as he started moving his hand.

The quint ghoul nodded enthusiastic, Rain kissed him, moaning against his lips.

Outside of the window, the first lights of dawn began to shine.

Phantom was definitely glad that he gave up to sleep that night.

[yuseirra]

Can we all collectively agree Mephisto is Hikaru's song at this point?

Ai's compared him to a jewel, (星は宝石の憧れ)<Star(Hoshi)s are what Jewels long for

He says Ai's the girl he was willing to sacrifice his life for (CH154) わたしが命を賭けるから　あげるから< I'll risk my life, I'll give it to you)

He was gaslit into believing he's empty and no one would ever love him (CH 146) 生まれつきだってば底なし<I told you, I was born of the abyss

These whole set of lyrics RIGHT here:

あなたに命が戻るなら　届くなら わたしはどうなろうと構わないのに どうやら総ては叶わない 叶わないならばあなたになりたい 星は砕け光る<"Hoshi wa kudake hikaru" has both their names in it

If life returns to you, if it reaches you I don't care what happens to me But not every wish will be fulfilled And if that's not realized I shall become you The stars shatter and shine

and with that settled, I think he wants to become "a star" like Ai because he's a "jewel". Jewels belong on the land, Stars are from the sky:

If him and her are really characters that are inspired by the gods, The one he's supposed to be inspired by is an EARTHLY GOD(Kunitsukami 国津神) while she's the SKY GOD(Amatsukami 天津神). Makes sense that he CAN'T reach her on his own where he is. Even that's fitting to the plot.

The god thing seems bizarre, I know, but this song has lyrics like:

誰と生きたか思い出して<Remember who you lived along with 誰を生きたか忘れちゃった！<I've forgotten who I lived as!

and these are some intriguing lyrics. It's as if he was a different kind of being in the past that's forgotten who he's lived with.

And these too:

らくになる日はまず来ない<Days of ease won't likely come 日々のなかに集まる悲しい光< Gathered within the days, a sad light

GATHERING "LIGHTS". His name is Hikaru Kamiki, if stars=gods in this universe, he's collecting the light(hikari/u) to become a god(kami) himself like Ai.

So that's what he means by "And if that's not realized, I shall become you." He wants to become like her and it IS said that she's become a star(CH118) it wasn't just a metaphor but, it's really what's happened in a literal sense.

I've already mentioned these a few times!! I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I'm listening to Mephisto again and I can't unhear this at all.

Everything that's described in the song must be what he's been striving for, only to be backed up and further enhanced by what's being said in Fatal. What the speaker's doing in both songs is essentially the same thing. The first and foremost goal that he'd had was to give Ai her life back, but that seems to have been in vain as seen from Mephisto's lyrics. He then really wants to get to where she is and see her again if that's possible. These songs display Hikaru's motive he's had behind the scenes. (I've talked a lot about Fatal like a whole lot, yeah, uh huh and these links aren't all, I'm crazy about that song) and I'm so sure that song's about him. It's what's got me to get down and draw stuff!! I am so sure. I won't discuss so much about that song this time)

but he gave all that up after having learned Ai doesn't want him to be lost. She never would have wanted him to die or do something reckless that'd destroy his life/kill him in the process. If she's like that about him, he must treasure what he has left of it. I believe that's why he stopped. He wanted to keep to her words...

It all makes sense that way... but will this ever be discussed in the plot if it is how it is? Because I need it to be there if it is! It gets to me whenever I listen to those two songs. I need explanations and plot development and it should, right? These are such powerful songs... I think they're spoilers to the plot along with IDOL, which has to do with the entire plot of onk(I still think there's something that's going to be the final blow/plot point left regarding that song. I feel like that song's implying how the ending's going to be)

Songs are really great, aren't they! I have so much fun listening to those and as for this fandom, it seems to be implying a whole lot of things.

[hughiecampbelle]

Waves Pt. 1 (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan

Word Count: 1,518

Inspired By: Liquid Smooth - Mitski (Audiotree Live Version)

Requested: Ok I have no idea why I was so drawn to these but if any inspiration strikes, maybe a fic or something with Shrink from the description prompts and Clawfoot Tub from Object/Thing prompts. To me it vibes with Kendall but I'd be happy seeing it written with anyone that comes to mind - @locke-writes

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Noah I'm sorry it's literally been a million years. I got bit by the writing bug this morning and I saw your request and I just wanted to hurt everyone's feelings lol. Please forgive me!!! I hope you're doing okay and that this isn't too late/total garbage!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Succession Masterlist / REQUESTS ARE OPEN / Waves Pt. 2

He can close his eyes, he can plunge himself beneath the water, he can hold his breath until his lungs begin to burn, set fire in in his chest, exhaling smoke and ash, but, he cannot forget. It wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t hurt. It wasn’t anger. It was heartbreak. Pure, genuine heartbreak. It was visceral and agonizing and bloody. You were shattering before him, across the room for him, and he could do nothing but watch. Stare. Like a fool. An onlooker to the breakdown of a stranger, a pedestrian, instead of the love of his life. Shrinking deeper, smaller, until you were nothing but a mite atop the fabric of the cushions. Wine stem in shaking hand, a coffee table between you littered with various glasses and room-temperature alcohol. There was sweat of the outside, the ice cubes long forgotten, beading down into the coaster. Behind him, faintly, he can hear the rest of the party. A steady, low murmur of voices fills the pulsing air between you. His father, a man made of rot and stone, spoke those awful words to you, about you, right in front of you. He berated you. He spat at you. He called you a worthless nothing, an appendage growing from his son, sucking the life out of him. Sucking the blood and money from this family. Then, to him, he insists that he could find someone better, smarter, better looking. There is no rebuttal, there is no last straw, there is only a cowering of his spine, as if this lecture has been triggered by the roundness, proudness of his shoulders, his posture and chest. He braces for impact. He flinches. When his show is over, when the last lines have been spoken, he takes his bow and exits off stage. 

There is an audience of two and no one is clapping. 

Siently, your eyes widen and well up in tears. He swears, though he can't say definitely, he cannot verify yes, it truly happened, you let out a single gasp of air. A wretched sound to anyone listening. The screech of tires before it crashes. The burst of porcelain across the hard wood floors, the remnants scattering, running, scraping on impact. The wet squelch of a someone rummaging around inside of someone’s open torso, trying to find and stop a bleed before the patient dies on the table. It is unfinished. It is dirty. It is obscene. It is a sound one wishes to take back, to unhear. Childishly, he wants to press his hands over his ears. He wants to beg you to stop, please, please! But just as it occurs, it is over. A single gasp. A single breath. Proof of life. You were never one for the dramatics. Your personality had always been shy. This was no different. Wounded animals did not announce their wounds. Instead, they dragged themselves off into solitude and assessed the damage. He’s not sure why he knew this was happening, why this was going to happen, only that he does. He stands, his eyes never leaving you. As if on cue, you set your drink down and take your place parallel to him, on your feet. You don’t wipe your tears away. You don’t even realize they’ve fallen. You move towards the closet by the entrance. He tries to stop you, to help you, to comfort you, but all that comes out is begging. Pleading. Please don’t go. Please, y/n. Excuses. You know dad, he wasn’t- he didn’t mean it. Please don’t go. Please. . . You find your coat on the hanger and slip your arms through. It was beautiful today, the weather, but the nights get cold and vengeful and you have already been bitten. Your skin resembles the inside of Logan’s mouth: you are covered in teeth marks and spit. You were his chew toy, for a little while, for a long time, before he decided he was bored. Before he decided he was done with you. 

He catches your arm, places his fingers around your bicep as if you are a lifevest and he a survivor of drowning. Scared. No, petrified, he cannot make full sentences. He stutters his way through something that does not resemble anything else. There are no apologies, from him or his father, so it must not be an apology. There is bargaining, but there is no deal. There is only a smattering of words that come to mind, a mess, a diaster of drastic proportions. No one else has notice the mess before you, preventing you from leaving. They have not bled out from the dining room yet. If you want this to be quick, painless, you have to do it soon. Wordlessly, you tug yourself free. You meet his eyes: hazel, warm, pooling with conflictions. You know this. You have seen this before. Torn in half: his left goes to Logan, promises that he will one day make him proud, his right throws himself into you, at you, and you must clean him up. You must clean up the crime scene. Even now, after what his father’s said, after what he’s been saying all the years you’ve been together, and still he can’t make up his mind. He can’t decide. You’ve grown tired of half. Half of him, his love, his attention. Half of the man you endured pain, and hatred, and disgust for. This family never liked you. This family never gave you a second thought. It was supposed to be worth it, being ith him, staying with him. How foolish you feel. How stupid you are, standing here, watching him go back and forth. You put your hand on his, squeeze it, before pulling away from him. You eye his form before the elevator doors shut. He wore the suit you loved, with the tie his father had chosen for him so long ago. His shoes resembled Logan’s, but his socks, the one’s you’d watched him pick out this morning, were one’s you’d gotten him this past Christmas. If he could have, if he had the ability, he would have cut himself to pieces and gifted half to you, half to Logan. He was already doing that, just without the wrapping paper and bow. Without the hacksaw. Without the gore. 

He’d call your phone, over and over, listening to the familiar of your voice as it directs him to leave a message. He doesn’t stop until the box is full. His siblings make their jokes when they notice your absence. Cruel, harsh, Roy-like. He is grateful you are not here to listen, to hurt anymore than you already are. Logan pats him on the back, inviting him into his good graces as if the past hour hadn’t happened, as if your entire marriage hadn’t happened. Stunned, shocked, Kendall goes along with it. He tries to speak up, to stand up, but it is ill timed, ill received, and Logan shuts it down before it has the potential be anything impactful. I see y/n had better plans than to be here with their family. His defense gets stuck in his throat. He nearly chokes. 

The water is cold, frozen, and he splashes in over his face. The look in your eyes. The gasp. Stop, he thinks, stop, stop, stop. You took the car and disappeared. He called and called and you never picked up. He thought, he hoped, you might be home, but when he let himself in the place was dark and uninviting. He searched for signs, clues you might have left him, but everything lay undisturbed. Tipsy and full of regret, he lets the faucet run in the tub. Had you been here. Had this whole night not happened, you might’ve joined him. He always felt the most at home here, with you, in the bath. You would have laughed at him, yelped that the water was too cold, before dipping your head under. You were so much braver than him. Now he sits, knees to chest, his back arched into a C. He is shivering and unhappy and cursing himself. If he could just say something, anything. If he had been doing it since you got together, all those years ago, instead of making you his fathers personal pin cushion. If, if, if. If he had been a better man, a better husband, a better son. Isn’t that what’s wrong, though? He was a good son, he was better than good, but he was not a worthy husband. All these years he watched you get torn down. He watched as something withered and died inside of you. But you still showed up. You braced yourself for impact. You laughed along to jokes made at you expense. And at the end of every night, every party, every event, you went home with him. Hand in loving hand. He didn’t know where you were, what you were doing, only that he was overwhelmed with the terrible feeling, while staring at the empty side of the tub, that he had made a horrific mistake that he could not take back.

[australianklaviergavin]

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Total time spent in the Attorney Mines...

When I say I've been enjoying these games since I was a kid, however it's a bit false to say I've been playing them that long. I've more been watching them be played, until now, as well as observing the lawyer yaoi on my dash. This series has been a massive part of my life for about as long as I can recall, I just... Didn't quite play them until recently. I'm new-ish but I feel like it's important to point out that I really have been here a while, in spirit.

Klavier headcanons..?

There's about two total, the one in my URL, and one I'm moreso sworn into secrecy over. The one in my URL is... It's very important to me. If you see Klavier on this blog, please read him in a goofy Australian accent. My brother does voice stuff, and when we were reading for Ace Attorney, he just turned Australian and I can't unhear it.

Sholmes kinning you..?

Yeah, so... He just like me. Same poses, same catchphrases, detective as a gender and not a profession, big yellow-ish coat. Most damningly, I do unfortunately represent myself through a funny little bunny, and have since I was a small child, and it's literally just the Sholmes bunny. I'm so serious and I could prove it. Most importantly, I've been doing all this for years. It's literally just how I act! And almost always have! What! I joke about kinning him (or, in this case, being kinned by him) but it's just in good fun.

You look familiar...

HI. YOU GOT ME. Yes, it's Puff, your silly rabbit and right hand arm man. Sorry to all my main blog oomfies to which I did NOT announce this to, but hi, enjoy your stay!

Dear fellow, what in the world is happening in your icon?

Gonna make this quick or I'm gonna start crying laughing again. I sometimes use 3D models as reference, and a friend was helping me clean / rig the Sholmes model rip I had and... When he sent me the file, he did something wrong by accident..? And Sholmes ended up looking SO joyous, but he strictly did NOT do that on purpose like I thought, so we both ended up crying real tears over it. Therefore, I'm using that as a base for my icon while I work on a better one.

Mutuals* can...

By mutuals, I mean followers, really, but feel free to ask for my main if you're unsure or otherwise reach out! I don't have a lot else going on (I started playing Ace Attorney because I'm too injured for my other hobbies so any distraction is very welcomed) and am willing to chat, as long as you don't mind the fact I'm maybe a little Insane :')

Tags to acquaint yourself with

I don't keep many, but my save tag is "#case notes", my catch-all art tag is "#the deduction of art", my tag for polls is "#I can’t make bricks without clay", my talking tag is "#a study in screaming", and my asks tag is "#consultations"! Will be updating this later as necessary

The banners...

First off! No interest in men. I like to make jokes, but they're just that! I've called Kazuma "dreamy" more times than I can recall, but legit I do not mean it outside an objective context. I don't mean to be needlessly hostile, but the second is to preemptively warn off weirdos! If you're going to be Nasty or Weird (especially about characters who are minors) then please see yourself out! If you're "proship" or whatever, I don't have much interest in welcoming you to my blog.

[shychick-52]

Character ask game! To spice things up a bit, Mads? with 1, 2, 12, 15, 18, 29 and 30?

Awesome!! You know I love Mads!! :D LONG POST AHEAD.

My first impression of them

Ok, for the sake of simplicity, I'm going to go with canon Mads instead of your 2017 version (even tho 'The Mad Ducktor Thingie' was one of my first introductions to the character through fanfiction, but I didn't really know who the character was until I actually read the comics via scanlations- that helped me to appreciate and enjoy your version even more).

I read the comics with Mads in order all in one sitting (you'd linked me to the scanlations), starting with 'Friendly Threat' shortly after I began reading MDT. And I was absolutely intrigued!! He was the most dramatic/theatrical, flamboyant, queer-coded, insane character I ever had the pleasure of knowing (and I immediately connected him to your version- while acknowledging the distinction, ofc- which only increased my delight of those exact same traits and quirks in your Mads)!! His outlandish outfit, his hair, his dialogue, his movements/poses/body language, his creative variety of expressions (all which vary so much from panel to panel, and it's so creative)... he's just so INSANE, so much fun, and you can tell the artists and writers had an absolute blast with him. Something you've affectionately said a few times about him is "WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?" and I believe that's the very thing to perfectly sum him up! XD

From the very first panel I saw of the Mad Ducktor, the first voice I heard was Vincent Price, and I can't unhear it! It just suits his dramatic, queer-coded self!

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

His next appearance 'The Return of Mad Ducktor'! This was the one that REALLY established his zany personality, which is appropriate because he got his own body by then. And it was the first comic to hint that his ulterior motives for holding Gyro prisoner were not only to have him out of the way while he carried out his vengeance against Duck Avenger and Scrooge for his defeat when he still was part of Gyro, but vengeance on Gyro's behalf (because that's how the Mad Ducktor was originally born- from purely negative emotions buried deep in Gyro from Scrooge overworking him with no pay, which exploded in this desire for revenge against everyone who wronged or took advantage of Gyro, and it was established in 'Return of Mad Ducktor' that even Duck Avenger was just as guilty as Scrooge of not paying Gyro for his services and for calling on him at any hour that was convenient for him). Even tho he now had his own body, gaining Gyro respect was still Mads' goal, and he knew Gyro was too much of a naïve goody-goody to appreciate or understand that he was trying to make his life better (tho he probably hoped Gyro would understand that in due time), so he'd capture him in each comic to have him temporarily out of the way for his own good.

And it was the first comic to explore the complex relationship between them. The first to imply that even though he kidnapped him and gloated about his vengeance plans and mocked him and implied that he was his weaker half, he still cared about him because he was still set on gaining him the respect he deserved from others. It was literally the only way he knew how to show him he cared, because he was born from those negative emotions and those are all he knows (and in other comics, maybe 'Protocol' I think, he says something about how he's not capable of affection- even though he doesn't consciously recognize that getting revenge for Gyro is how he expresses that for him- and that only once his revenge is finished will he know true joy).

Sexuality hc!

Gay and trans (argh, I realized I forgot to list 2017 Gyro as trans in your ask about him; I'll have to go edit that).

Worst storyline they had

'Paperinik and Nik Paper Vs. the Mad Ducktor'. WTF WAS THAT HOT MESS? The artwork, the dialogue (Gyro called him an ignorant slut, WHAT??), and everyone so out-of-character... ARGH.

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

You know you're asking what Gyro was like as a kid, right? XD Gyro was a little on the shy side, a bit of an introvert, and the odd one out among other kids for his interest in science and inventing for being so intelligent, but he was full of curiosity and a desire to make the world a better place with his inventions (tho they didn't always go to plan, which made him a laughingstock among the kids), but his dad Fulton was always super encouraging; I can see him wanting to follow in the Gearloose family tradition of being a great inventor!

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

He'd definitely let his kid do whatever the hell they wanted with no limits or rules, and would encourage them- nay, raise them- to be bad. They'd bond by committing crimes and causing chaos together. :D With other kids that weren't his own, I can see him having a soft spot for kids instead of tormenting them, with a particular soft spot for the underdog-types like Gyro; he'd encourage them to get revenge if they were being bullied, and would even help them do so!

The funniest scene they had?

SO MANY CONTENDERS, AUGH. XD

Buuut...

From 'Friendly Threat'. No dialogue. His expression and frenzied button-smashing says it all. XD WTF is he on??

[tiredassmage]

3 Least Favorite Companions

Edit: It would sure be nice if I had remembered to put a title on this, wouldn't it?????

Fun fact, Tumblr died in the middle of making this post the first time, but maybe I'll just keep my blabbering shorter for it this time.

Anyway, I started because I naturally was trying to mentally put together who my 3 least favorite companions are because I love seeing asks go around the community and, long story short, I realized I could populate that list, technically, exclusively with Trooper companions and, yes, I realize that's possibly my Unpopularest Opinion. If we count Vik as a freebie though, I can squeeze in one from one of the other classes, though it's sort of like a revolving door case at that point where we get into I just find them mildly annoying or their contributions are lacking to the team or whatever. So that still leaves me with my three strongest opinions are Trooper companions - which also probably explains why it's probably my least favorite class to try to go through and why it's such a slog to get my second one done, rip.

SO. I also decided after all that that I might as well finish what I started and just get the list over with, so, here you go, relatively unprompted, Dot's least favorite SWTOR companions. 4, technically, because I'm going to cheat and count Vik as a freebie and still explain why.

Freebie!! Tanno Vik

Needs no introduction. This man has no business being in Havoc Squad. There's no satisfying way to rebuke his bullshit and get him consequences for his actions once Garza and the story strong-arm him onto your team even though you and literally everyone else on the squad at that point does not like it. I would almost have paid for them to give me Fuse back. In a story rife with betrayals, the fact that we can't excuse the one former Havoc member and have to replace him with actual bastard Vik and turn around and rescue the seemingly wrongfully convicted Dagger Wings is just a left-right-left punch series across the face.

And then this is where I apologize because the next one is probably my unpopularest take, but I'm gonna rip the band-aid off here.

Aric Jorgan

I wanna lead with I, as an outside person, completely understand why he feels the way he does. I get it. And I also agree that what happened to him on Ord Mantell was absolute bullshit that doesn't make sense to me, either. But he also is a stiff, snarky man for the majority of the Trooper story so, on the whole, it's not an enjoyable time. That all said, I don't hesitate to help him with the Deadeyes and we should absolutely nail that SIS bastard!! I agree! I also know eventually he admits, hey, maybe I was wrong about you, and that's nice, but spending so long in opposition does give me, like, active feelings of annoyance rather than passive 'meh' like some other companions, so that's how we ended up here.

I've also never been able to make him my Commanding Officer because the sense of entitlement. Yes, he was already a lieutenant. Yes, it was wrong he was demoted. But very rarely does actually giving people power when they openly claim 'it's obvious' like that actually do favors for anyone. No, Jorgan doesn't strike me as that kind of person, but it still rubs me the wrong way.

But also blue-eyed customization Jorgan is pretty, so I'll still give him that. It's a really nice set of blues. Idk if any of this would be improved by playing a F!Trooper, but I can't unhear my Shepherd (blows a kiss to the sky for her) and I don't enjoy the Trooper storyline enough to play it like... Mass Effect but Star War when I could just as easily go play Mass Effect, so the two I've played have been males. And idk if I'd want to try a romance path starting with such... you know. The start of the Trooper story where you two don't get along at all.

M1-4X

I know I said I could fill this with Trooper companions. It still feels a little cheap to do so. But Forex makes me almost... actually uncomfortable. Similar to Vik's problem in that there's no strong way to disagree with his missions in a way that I'd like, so it ends up being easier to just ride along. But his brand of patriotism reminds me terrifyingly of some American military level shit and coming from a small town with little opportunity, that exact brand of almost blindly patriotic 'the enemy is completely evil and we are completely righteous' just. Mmmm. I'll pass. I'll pass so hard.

Guss Tuno

I actually could probably just cap this list with the Trooper ones because now we're in like meh, take it or leave it territory, but if I've gotta choose, atm I'm gonna say Guss. With a (dis?)honorable mention to Broonmark, who only doesn't make the list because my more off-the-rails DS Sith Warriors can enjoy his bloodthirstiness, I guess. Close call though.

Guss is not necessarily bad. There were times when it was a bit amusing. But the one Smuggler I've finished did spend most of her time rolling her eyes through their conversations because she's a Smuggler, not a babysitter, and I really don't think she was convinced about his use on the crew. And his Alliance Alert is still him just kinda floundering about haphazardly, so ehhh.

[ladychlo]

I think the "go Tommo go" in I Would was such a life changing experience that I now hear "gogogogogo" at the end of Ooms lol

I can't unhear it but I haven't seen anyone talk about it, so it's probably just in my mind?! Help

Noooooooo BUT YESSS the go tommo go part literally makes me giggle like an idiot, like that's the best part, you'll find me screaming it 😭 people should scream go tommo go before he start singing the last "gotta get it outofmysistem"

[quetzalpapalotl]

Okay, chavos, chavas, chaves. I've watched Earthspark Latino ep 3

Bumblebee's handsome man voice did start to sound a bit weird, but I maintain it makes him sound more mature next to the Terrans.

Twitch is perfect, Thrash voice is also great for him. I still cannot get used to Robbie's.

Like me, these VA's cannot pronounce Thrash with any meaningful difference from trash.

Robbie's actor seems to have the hardest time with English phonemes and calls Bumblebee, very literally, "bumbulbi" (read than in Spanish)

Hearing Dot say "con toda confianza" added years to my lifespan.

Bee speaks to Alex in tú even when he calls him Señor Malto (Alex does the same btw). But he does speak to Dot in usted, I suppose he will use tú now that she has switched to calling her by her nickname.

I CAN'T UNHEAR JOHNNY BRAVO IN OPTIMUS' VOICE HELP ME

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

OKAY SOME NICENESS ABOUT SHIPS

THE TWO SHIPS I HAVE WITH HIM RN ARE HIM AND AND HIM AND BARK (with nack as well sometimes, poly situation-)

Storm and Big is definitely the top ship when it comes to storm ships, i feel especially with how I make Storm, Big's company is such a big help. Big is soothing and relaxing for him, his cousins can be so over the top and in his face, so Big being just... himself. Is very calming. I also love to imagine Big introducing him to other hobbies to help cheer him up and if Storms having a bad episode or a panic-y moment such as a nightmare, Big is right there with cuddles and comfort. also to add i like to headcanon Big is quiet and a little shy and struggles to talk verbally (texting and writing he's fine but ver but storm doesn't mind but when big does get rambly about his favourite topic (fish) storm will happily let him talk. it makes him happy so he will listen, even if he can't unhear weird things about marine life now. and also big is bigger than storm, and it is very weird for him he's not used to being the tiny one but he lowkey likes being the little spoon-

BARK'S DYNAMIC IS SO FUNNY THOUGH me and my buddy @barsikscorner talk so often and his dynamic of nack and bark is quite a pair... nack is a gremlin but a sweetheart to his loved ones, bark is mute but a goddamn flirt. BARK LOVES TO FUCK WITH AND FLUSTER STORM AND STORM CANNOT HANDLE IT.

but the idea of them even in other au's being friends and Bark kinda reigniting Storms competitive spirit but just fun competitions like seeing who can lift more (within caution of course)

BARK IS SUCH A SILENT SHIT DISTURBER AND I LOVE IT. LIKE. ROMANTIC PLATONIC FAMILIAL IT DOESN'T MATTER BARK IS LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS WITH BEAN THE FUCKING DYNAMITE OF COURSE HE ENABLES BAD DECISIONS AND MESSES WITH PEOPLE

@authorleaandres and i are on a pretty similar page with fang/nack who definitely has some internalized biphobia going on. girls? he likes girls sure whatever. MEN??? ESPIO SPECIFICALLY???? riles him up so bad he wants to commit crimes. or so he thinks. the word he is looking for is "crush" but he's oblivious to the fact he isn't straight. this makes things more confusing with how he feels about bark (has a crush and has no clue he has one but it's different from espio because he actually likes being around bark even if he can't admit it and bickers all the time)

big is a very large fluffy friend who loves holding people while he fishes. SOMETIMES he talks and i love your imagery for his conversational topics, but he also definitely loves listening because it's peaceful and enjoyable to watch someone be passionate about their rant and admires how happy people like storm get and how they light up when someone actually listens to them for once 🥺💕

we are all about fluff-angst here (ehem, BITTERSWEET. COFFEE. BITTER. ANGST. SWEET. FLUFF. THATS LITERALLY THE OG POINT OF MY NAME WHICH GOT LOST IN ALL THE DOG&HOG BUT I SWEAR I AM LIVING FOR THIS CONTENT)

[thenighttrain]

Y’all gotta stop pointing this stuff out. I didn’t hear the WEEE at first, now the volume on 22 and someone pointed out the voice crack in I almost do AND IT’S MESSING UP THE SONGS FOR ME

ok DON'T tell me about the i almost do voice crack but SAAAME HELP LIKE I LITERALLY CAN'T UNHEAR THE WEEE NOW AND ITS RUINING IT 😭😭 can swifties stop being so observant. i should also keep quiet and pretend i hear all those subtle things when i don't, instead of relistening until i can hear them 🤡

[lowkeyorloki]

phoebe anon: i completely agree HA i have completely embraced the fact that i just love pop music as lame as it is i guess. like for Taylor Swift specifically i will literally never not adore her simply because she was such a gigantic part of the music of my childhood. like i’m so attached and it’s so cool to have grown up with her when she was just starting to release music and here i am today still!! lol. also ya the cover of Melodrama??? perfection. i literally have a framed poster of it on my bedroom wall lol

OH SHIT OK fav Jack and TS collab......there are so many directions i could go with that oh geez i think my top three songs that jack has produced/written with her are My Tears Ricochet (ow????), Out of the Woods, and Getaway Car (LMAO IM SORRY TOM HIDDLESTON BUT ITS A PERFECT POP SONG😭😭). but now you’ve made me have a crisis because what about Cornelia Street and i also really really love the vault track Don’t You?? there are so many more gosh. what are your favorites?? i’m very curious because i just cannot narrow it down lol

and finally yes. her version of everybody wants to rule the world. yes. and yellow flicker beat. YES. i never realized how loki-esque that one lyric is but now i’ll never be able to unhear it 💔. also yeah you manifest Liability for me and i will manifest that the next time TS tours we can both attend a stop and hear FolkLoveRedMoreLess live. all of it. simply the dream

MY TEARS RICOCHET AND GETAWAY CAR *tiktok audio voice* yes sir yes very good choice. I also adore Cornelia Street - I have the cornelia street crewneck from the lover collection 😌 I personally feel that I Think He Knows is Taylor's second most perfect pop masterpiece after Blank Space, and Jack helped her with that (ithk not blank space obviously). Out of the Woods has also always been one of my favs... ugh I'm just going to go with august only because they are both SO HAPPY when they play that song. I can't remember which evermore tracks he was a part of but if gold rush is one of them than it's up there on the list for sure.

I bamboozled myself asking you that question because I can't even answer it myself lmao. TS is my ride or die I'll choose her over anybody. I always say I got my TS tattoo before I got my Loki one LMAOOOOO

Basically any dramatic song I hear I associate with Loki/my other favorite characters because their lives are just so dramatic. Loki is also quite bitter (as he should be! King) and I feel like the more "the world sucks" songs would just resonate with him, lol.

AND YES if I ever choose to go to a TS concert you’ll be the first I let know hehe <3 

[bartsugsy]

I'm literally laughing out loud because I read Danny's tweet and couldn't help but hear Ryan's message in the same voice as he did the 'no Aaron, I forgot the gun, I was too busy sharpening my machette' line and now I can't unhear it. These boys are slowly sending me insane.

this tweet? lmao I don’t know why this is killing me but it is. oh my god. I’ve been giggling to myself all morning. between this and adam and danny being their usual loved-up selves over twitter im literally dying.

[sending-the-message]

Krokodil by Ra1n_Walker

Yeah…. I'm a drug addict. Not in the stereotypical way though. I get a high from being wasted. Not on any particular drug, I'll just indulge in whatever's available and make sure I end up wasted enough that I don't have to live every single aspect of life that challenges and bothers me. "I won't end up in the gutter being a heroin addict, I won't fall in debt because I go nuts on cocaine, nor will I ever acknowledge the fact that it's all killing me". That's what I told myself, but I do all of them, which ever one of them is at hands.

"You shouldn't. You can't…."

Well boo fucking hoo.

They all tried. Mom. Dad. Brother. Other brother. Even both of my sisters, but I just couldn't care less seeing as I had to have my daily needs met with herbs, white powder, pills or seringes.

I'll let you into my life and everything that happened as it gradually went from bad to worse. And, first of all, fuck you. This is my account and I'm sharing it for all those poor souls who haven't heard of it yet. Krokodil. If you have a problem with this, or if you think judging me is going to be a life changing matter, you're wrong. I am way too far gone and I'm mustering every piece of lucidity that's left within me to write this down and get my story out. Little heads up: if you're faint of heart, you might want to pick another story, because this one is true and so are the horrors I have lived.

I guess I have to go back a few years to get to the origin of the story of what is now my life, or what's left of it. About twelve years ago (I'm 28 now), I was a mess. Like, pushing away everyone including my family and friends and becoming more solitary every day. I wasn't the cool kid in school, rather the punching bag used by the previously mentioned. The center of mockery, the object of laughter and ridiculisation. Young, alone and desperate, I turned to narcotics, even after saying I would never ever do drugs. As a kid, it scared me and as an adolescent, I thought of it as bad and dangerous. Which it is, but it's also bliss and a guilty pleasure you should stay away from.

At 16, I'd already tried weed and mdma. I live in Belgium and our marihuana policy is a grey area, which means finding it is incredibly easy. I had my dealer, who I saw every other day to buy myself a fifty - that's 50 euros for a good 6,5 grams of pure Amnesia - aaaaand I'd smoke all of it in just over a day. Sometimes more, more often less as time progressed and my habit became so much more unhealthy. I'd tried the mdma as a recreational thing, my ganja dealer told me about it and assured me it was worth the try. So I did it, liked it, and never went back to it. Weed though... I know you can't really get physically addicted to cannabis, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind going a day without. You wonder how I got the money… no clue. I couldn't afford a lot of food or a roof over my head, but there was always a way to acquire drugs.

I couldn't handle myself sober anymore and by the time I was an adult, having reached my 18th birthday, I was used to cocaine, xtc, speed and a whole lot of psychiatrists to accompany the lifestyle that was slowly murdering me. Diagnosed bipolar, severely depressed and often tormented by suicidal tendancies, you all know what followed. I was 20 when I started injecting heroin.

I ran away from home on multiple occasions and always caused enough trouble in the meantime to make sure my parents would slowly start hating me. Don't think they were bad parents or anything, it's just that I had become a professional delinquent and the walls of prison cells were becoming a little too familiar. So one day I came back home like a mutilated reject of society and was lucky enough that mom and dad still saw me as their son. A monster with no joy in life and an insatiable desire to be wasted the fuck out of this world, but still their son. I was brought to my parent's house by two police officers who'd found me in a parking lot after someone called them over.

"There's another weirdo with seringes in front of my shop."

That's what they were told, so they responded and found me, brought me in and let me 'sleep it off' in jail. Have you ever seen someone wasted on heroin? It's not pretty. What's worse are the days after, kicking off from something that literally attacks your body, kills you a little more every second and makes you feel like death is upon you, without actually being dead. That probably doesn't even make sense, but hey, I'd be surprised if it did, coming from me.

So when I arrived home…. Let me tell you that moment is etched into my brain. I can't unsee, nor can I unhear the sound of my mom's horrified sobs or the terror in my dad's eyes. Mom fainted and dad cried as I sat down in the couch while he let out the cops, thanking them for bringing me home safely. Has anyone ever seen his dad drop to his knees and cry his lungs out, hugging you as if his and your life depended on it? That has to be the most painful memory I have.

That was also the next chapter of the book I lived. A book filled with dark pages, some empty, some nearly black with words and scribbles, others seemingy blank and just staring back at me. It marked the beginning of my recovery, or at least a well-meant attempt to achieve it, and I can honestly say that my family's help and genuine dedication to my cause was nearly enough to actually make me succeed. But I am me and fucked-up is my middle name, so this is what happened.

I was sent to a rehabilitation center. A haven for drug addicts to recover and try to find a way to re-enter society without having to do it alone. The problem is that when you kick off from heroin, you are hurting. Like hell. It's hard to describe, but as I said before, I personally feel like death. Like a breathing corpse, feeling nothing but an unbearable sensation that rips your soul and all hope from your body. If, and I say IF, you're well taken care of and get all the outside help you absolutely and desperately need, you might just pull through.

I did pull through, oh and by the way, did I mention my supportive family? My parents, brothers, sisters…?

They all tried. So hard.

I had a visitor at least every day, sometimes more than one and despite knowing I wasn't alone in this, I felt like the last man on earth. After those cops brought me home, not a single second was wasted. Clothes in the bag, parents on their way to the hospital with their half-dead, overly intoxicated excuse for a son passed out on the back seat. I spent the next days in rehab, kicking off.

Death probably feels nicer.

But I pulled through.

Once an addict, always an addict. Yeah, you've heard that before, right? Well fuck me if that isn't true. I should be ashamed to say it, but I couldn't care less, because I'd forgot what caring means. I faked my way out of there with no problems at all, I was even told they had rarely seen someone recover to the extent of actually being in the state I was. I looked healthy, skinny and pale, but a joyful look on my face, bright eyes and a voice that screamed enthousiasm.

There's always one person, though. One individual that sees through you and the lies you use as a safety net. Despite me being better and seemingly healthy, one specific docter seemed to be aware of what was going on. Of course I was better. Hard to not be when you've spent months being clean and pushed to be happy by people who apparently feel like they have the power to decide that. I had a hard time, but I got better and I was almost out. On the last day, just before I left through the front door, the doc approached me and took me aside, a serious look on her face. Her name was Lea Forester.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course", I said, my voice a perfect imitation of a guy that lived to enjoy every second of every day.

Me: "What's up?

Lea: "How are you really?"

I was going to open my mouth to ask her what she meant, but she interrupted me instantly and kept talking. This is what she told me, word for word:

"A life is something we have and take for granted, you feel like your life is something that was imposed on you and you have no idea how to see clearer. I see your eyes and I KNOW you are trying hard to give the right impression, but there's an invisible wall between you and the people around you. You act honest and genuine, but I can feel your fear and doubt. Would you consider to stay a little longer? Please stay..."

I have to say I was a bit baffled. Not because of what she said, but HOW she said it. There was compassion, empathy and even worrying in her voice and the look she gave me, the eyes she was watching me with… those were so sad. She knew what I was planning. She knew me better than I did and she knew there was nothing she could do. The decision to let me go was one made by the board and she couldn't make me stay, but she did have me doubting.

I'd been clean for months, but I never once stopped wishing I was high, stoned, drunk or wasted on whatever substance that would carry me upwards again. I was tired of being nice, looking happy, healed and strong.

I gave the doc a look and felt tears rise when I told her I had to do this.

"I appreciate you being nice to me." I said. And then I turned around and left, never to come back. I think now I can skip some parts because it would just be repeating what I said before. I found myself some coke the day I got out and I was back into heroin on the second. But then I heard of Krokodil.

A guy I used to see when fixing my dope talked to me one day about a new thing he'd started dealing. Krokodil supposedly was a drug comparable to heroin, with a few differences that actually made it sound better and I was feeling adrenaline pumping through my veins as I thought of it.

It was cheaper. A lot. The rush lasted around two hours. The effects of kicking off were less bad and the high it gave you was something I had never felt before. That's what he said, and that's when I injected my first dose of Krokodil. It was fucking amazing, guys. Please never do drugs. Read this as a recollection of my past, but do not get the impression that I am recommending you to do drugs. DON'T!

But yes, it was incredible. Until it was over. I have never felt pain like I was feeling then. I have never panicked and felt like dying like that before and I would've never guessed all of that was acceptable just because of how fucking amazing the rush was. So I did it again and again and again until my brain was only a fraction of what I had left and my body started protesting against the immense pressure I was submitting it to. I needed my fix, I needed money and fast.

See, Krokodil is a drug alright, but nothing kills you like that. Remember I said that heroin attacks your body? After my second injection of that new devil in my life, my arm started itching, which then switched to feeling uncomfortable and then eventually turned to hurting like hell. I thought I was dreaming at first, but it started turning blue and purple and I started losing sensation in my hand. It was horrible and I can't even begin to wonder what that shit was made of. But once an addict, always an addict. I'd jam a seringe in that wound and get wasted, even if my life depended on it.

So this is what happened. I was walking around town without a sense of time and looking like a zombie with my dirty clothes, deep black eye sockets and a skin as pale as the moon. People would back away or cross the street when they saw me and I wouldn't have noticed if my primary goal wasn't to get one of them to give me money. My fix, you know…. And then shit got worse.

After a while, could've been ten minutes or ten hours, I came up to a shop with big windows and saw a woman staring at it while holding her phone up to her ear. She was clearly talking with a friend and laughing, having a good time. I don't know what it was, why it happened or what it means, but my gut told me her phone was worth money and the purse she was holding probably contained some as well. I lunged towards her and used all of the strength I had left to swing my fist at the back of her head. I smacked her so hard she went flying face first into the window glass and perforated her eyes with thousands of shards. I could've ignored it and never give a single fuck ever, had it not been Lea's face I saw lying on the floor, jabbed open to make her almost unrecognizable.

Guys, I cried then and there, and that was one of the first times I did so. Not thinking clearly, or not at all, I took her phone and ran away. I came here, this calm neighbourhood to write this down and decide what my future will be. From what I can feel now, I suspect it might not be too long. My arm has been eaten away by a drug that wears its name well. The damage it causes gives your skin a leather, green/black look, making you look like a reptile. My arm is nothing more than a gaping wound and I believe I've done enough to mess everything up.

Mom, dad, if you're reading this, I want you to know that it helped. YOU helped. I know you loved me and I would like to say that I did too. But I am me, and fucked-up is my middle name.

Guys, boys, girls, good people… please don't do drugs, any, ever. They sound cool and make you feel like you can fit in, escape from reality, but they really destroy every chance of being genuinly happy and satisfied with the world.

If you should one day be confronted with this, do whatever suits you best. But I beg you to think of me and my story when you make the decision. For even though I have spent my life being high and living on clouds, I have never loved anyone or anything.