#I want to have these complex thoughts and stories

[rain-water-flowers]

Let Me In

vampire! sunghoon x vampire!niki x afab!reader

WC: 2986

Synopsis: Sunghoon and Niki have been watching you for a while. After a terrible date with an asshole, they finally make their move to stake their claim over you.

Warnings: unprotected sex (pls dont do), smut, dom!niki, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, biting (lots and lots of biting), marking, claiming, breeding, creampies, stalking, oral (f. receiving), pet names, profanity, threesome, overstimulation, forced orgasm (if you squint), reader isn't the best at self preservation, slight mentions of blood, terrible date, the guy is an asshole, I think that's it? lmk if I miss something

A/N: I am currently working on some asks as well as just free writing. It might take me a minute because it's finals week, but I'm thugging it out and doing my best. If you have a request for a story lmk!! Thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who struggled to read this because it was her biases. Enjoy :))

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You always felt a chill run through you when the lights were out and you were in bed. Something about the darkness made it seem like you were being watched. 

But that’s crazy right? You locked your doors at night, made sure your windows were shut. Even with those precautions you couldn’t help but feel gazes burning into you. It wasn’t that it was necessarily creepy, it was more so…arousing. Sometimes you even felt a whisper of contact on your cheek. A slight little touch. Barely there and barely noticeable. 

You knew there was something there, just like when you were walking home from work at night and you felt eyes on you, the energy of someone else. But whenever you looked back, there was nobody. 

This feeling started a couple of months ago — taking an afternoon walk through your secluded neighborhood and feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Then it was creepy. 

Now, it kinda makes you feel nice. Like you had protectors. You didn’t know for sure that there was someone there, but you had the strongest hunch that there was — and you were seldom wrong. 

Tonight, you weren’t thinking about your watchers. You were too busy trying to tame the butterflies in your stomach brought out by the knowledge that your date was tonight. Sam asked you out a couple of weeks ago, and you had been making excuses to keep pushing the date back until you finally ran out. So tonight, you’re going. 

He told you that morning to dress nice, make sure to ‘finally get yourself together’ and be ready by 7. You didn’t know what he meant by finally, but you decided to let it go and get yourself ready. 

When he picked you up outside of your apartment complex, he simply unlocked the door and told you to get in. 

Manners must be hard to come by these days. You thought to yourself. 

He then sped off and kept silent until you reached your destination. It was a nice little Italian restaurant, not the fanciest — especially not for the dress you’re wearing — but still cute. 

As you sat down at the table with him, you realised why you kept pushing the date off. He was the most boring person you’d ever met. Getting through a conversation felt as draining as getting a dead body through a dense jungle by dragging it by the hand.  Most of the conversation was him talking and you nodding silently, sipping your water slowly and simply trying to get through the date. 

As you finished up your meal at the end — and he finished up the last conversation about himself — you let him pay the bill and stood up. 

“Thanks for taking me out, Sam. Let’s do it again sometime, hm?” You said, grabbing your coat and your purse. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll let you know my schedule and tell you when we can meet up again.” He replied, an ugly smile on his face. Little did he know this was the last he was seeing of you. 

You nodded and started walking away, already telling him you’ll walk home instead of ride with him. He had agreed easily — not surprisingly — and said something about not wanting to waste the gas. 

What an asshole. 

As you turned down the road to get back to your neighborhood, you felt that same feeling that you started having a couple of months ago. The feeling of eyes. More intense than usual. Your shoulders tensed out of instinct and you tugged your jacket closed, holding it tight against you. 

You could hear a whisper of footsteps — close, quiet, quick. 

All of the sudden you were yanked back into one of the hidden alleys along the road, mouth covered by a large hand to muffle your scream. 

You were so caught off guard you didn’t even realise how fast you were dragged into the alley or the strength of the person who snatched you. 

You were struggling against the hold, thrashing and yelling despite the hand covering your mouth. In the midst of your fight, a face appeared in front of you. You stopped your frantic movements upon seeing his features. 

He was so…pretty. Long eyelashes, pretty lips, soft black hair, and gosh his smile, it’s so pretty it makes you have the urge to smile back and— oh. 

Are those…fangs? You wonder to yourself, eyebrows furrowing. 

Why did he have fangs? They weren’t just slightly sharp teeth either, no. These were long fangs, the tips of them looking sharp enough to puncture your jugular. 

You were so focused on his fangs you didn’t even notice his eyes change color, the shade blood red and glowing in the darkness of the alley. 

You flinched when you made eye contact, feeling your core tighten. He smirked at your little movement. 

So much felt like it was happening and you still hadn’t even seen the person behind you. You brought your hand up to the one covering your mouth, gently placing your hand on it. 

The man behind you let out a soft hum. “You gonna be quiet for me? No screaming?” He asked softly in your ear. You nodded gently and he slowly removed his hand, fingers lingering in your bottom lip. 

Your breathing was uneven as you continued eye contact with the man in front of you. 

“A-are you kidnapping me?” You ask hesitantly. 

The one in front of you chuckled, his fangs making him look like he was gonna devour you. MMMM PLS

“No, baby. We’re just…claiming what’s ours.” He said, biting his lip and flashing his fangs after finishing his sentence. 

You felt your stomach flip, core filling with arousal. What is wrong with me? You think to yourself. 

The man in front of you continues. “If Ni-ki lets you go, are you gonna be good and stay right here? Not gonna try and run? Hm?” 

You nod, eyes not able to leave his red ones, feeling as though you were in a trance. The man behind you — Ni-ki, you now know — lets you go slowly, stepping from behind you and joining the man in front of you, finally revealing his face. 

He was just as pretty. Features sharp and eyes piercing. His lips drew your attention the most. You wanted to kiss him so bad despite not knowing this man at all. 

He smirked at your obvious staring at him and raised his hand to ghost his finger over your cheek. 

Oh. 

That felt familiar. That tiny whisper of a touch on your cheek. You blushed, and looked up into his eyes, also glowing red. 

“Let’s bring her home with us, hyung. Can we? I wanna claim her, make her mine.” Ni-ki said eagerly. 

Claim you? What did he mean by that?

The other man nodded, looking back into your eyes, gaze feeling like he was looking into your soul. 

“You wanna come home with us, pretty girl?” He asked, grabbing your hand in his and softly gliding his thumb over the top of your hand. 

His touch felt cold, no warmth in his hands. 

You nodded without thinking, your brain obviously malfunctioning with his gaze on you. There was one question that was sitting in the back of your mind since you saw his fangs. 

“What are you?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing and your eyes looking back and forth between their glowing eyes and fangs. You could take a wild guess, but you wanted to hear them say it. 

“Vampires, darling. Sunghoon-hyung and I have been watching you for quite some time, and we know you know.” He responds. 

So they were the ones. 

You feel butterflies in your stomach at the admission. 

“How come you’re just now showing yourselves?” You ask. Why had they been hiding this whole time? Just to come out now?

The older looking one, Sunghoon, raised his eyebrows, his soft gaze on you turning into a glare and making you curl in on yourself. 

“Because that asshole had the nerve to touch what’s ours. He shouldn’t be talking to you– let alone think he has a chance with you.” He gritted out, fists clenching by his sides. 

You casted your eyes down, nervously avoiding eye contact as his harsh tone ran through you. They seemed jealous, angry enough that it showed in every aspect of their body language. 

“Come home with us,” Ni-ki said, grabbing your other hand and looking into your eyes sincerely. The annoyance in their glares faded, and their gazes were soft on you again. How could you say no to them? You were obviously theirs — whether you liked it or not. 

As soon as you nodded, Sunghoon picked you up, your legs straddling his waist, and with inhumane speed he brought you back to their house. Ni-ki was right behind as you and Sunghoon came to a stop right in front of their front gate. 

Your eyes widened as you saw the house. It was so grand, the architecture of it telling you how old it was. 18th or 19th century if you had to guess. 

Sunghoon set you back onto the ground and grabbed your hand. Ni-ki came from behind you and grabbed your other one. With that, they led you into the large house and introduced you to their brothers. 

The five other ones were also vampires, you learned, and they had all been living together for centuries. Through their introductions, you discovered Ni-ki was the youngest. 

After introducing yourself as well, the two vampires took you up to Sunghoon’s bedroom, the lighting dark and sensual, and the large windows on the far right wall making the room feel bigger. You sat down on his bed, his sheets were silk and soft, perfect to snuggle up and sleep in — but sleep wasn’t what they wanted right now. 

As soon as you looked up at them from your spot on the bed, the men moved toward you slowly. Once you were within their reach, they snapped, crushing you between their bodies. Their mouths found yours in a rushed kiss, Ni-ki’s mouth finding your collarbone and sucking marks into your skin, while Sunghoon took your lips passionately — claiming you. 

You moaned into their kisses, arching against them as their hands roamed your body with bold possessiveness. Clothes were torn away in a frenzy, lost somewhere in the shadows of Sunghoon’s room. You gasped as the cool air and the cold touch of their skin reached yours, the gasp immediately followed by Ni-ki’s mouth on your nipple. 

He sucked hard, drawing your nipple between his teeth and biting down slightly, careful not to hurt you.

At the same time, Sunghoon worked his way down your legs, pushing them apart to expose you. His tongue dragged through your folds, flicking over your clit and making you cry out. He ate you out greedily, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he feasted on you like a man starved. 

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to tell where one man ended and the other began. They moved around you like a well-oiled machine, Ni-ki’s mouth on your breasts and neck while Sunghoon fucked you with his tongue and, now, fingers. 

When Sunghoon stood and pulled you into his arms, you whimpered at the loss of his mouth on you. The complaints didn’t last long, however, because then you felt Ni-ki's hard cock pressing against your pussy, and all the thought left from your mind. After your deperate whines for him to just fuck you — due to him pushing his tip in and out, but never giving it to you fully — he finally thrusted into you with one smooth, hard motion, filling you completely and making you scream at the sudden intrusion. 

“Fuck,” Ni-ki groaned, pulling out and slamming back in again. “You’re so tight, baby. So perfect.” 

Sunghoon captured your mouth again as Ni-ki started to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the bedroom, mixing with your moans and the men’s growls of pleasure. 

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “We’re gonna make you ours,” he rasped. “Forever.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind too fogged with lust to form words.  But some deep part of you knew that this was right, that you were meant to belong to these men for eternity.  

As if reading your thoughts, Sunghoon struck, his fangs sinking into the soft skin of your throat. Pain exploded through your veins, followed immediately by a rush of euphoria unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You cried out as you came, your nails digging into Sunghoon’s shoulders as he drank deeply from you. 

At the same time, while Ni-ki’s hips were still moving frantically against you, he bit into the other side of your neck, his fangs piercing your flesh and releasing a fresh flood of endorphins and arousal as you orgasmed around him again. You were dimly aware of your blood leaving your body, but it only heightened the pleasure of the fucking. Each pull of their mouths on your throat seems to tug at your core, making you clench around Ni-ki’s hard cock.

The world narrowed down to the point where your bodies joined, to the slide of flesh on flesh and the hot press of fangs in your throat. You could feel yourself climbing toward a third orgasm quickly, your body tensing as Ni-ki’s thrusts grew more erratic.

“Cum for us,” Sunghoon commanded against your skin, his voice a dark growl. “Scream our names. I want everyone to know you’re ours.” 

You obeyed, crying out their names as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your vision went white as pleasure consumed you, every nerve ending exploding with ecstasy. Ni-ki snarled as he followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum.

As you floated in the aftermath of your earth-shattering orgasm and Ni-ki slid off of you, breath heavy and a satisfied smile on his face, Sunghoon’s hands slid down your body possessively. He cupped your ass and hoisted you up, flipping you onto your hands and knees and gripping your hips to pull you closer to him. 

“Again,” he demanded, his voice a dark rumble against your ear. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

You whimpered as you felt his hard cock pressing against your sensitive pussy, still slick with Ni-ki’s cum. “I don’t know if I can,” you gasped. “It’s too much.”

Sunghoon only chuckled wickedly, nipping at your earlobe. “Oh, I think you can, darling,” he whispered in your ear. “And you will. Over and over again until you can’t even remember your own name.” 

With that, he thrusted into you, stretching you on his thick cock and making you scream at the sudden invasion. He felt even bigger than Ni-ki, stretching you to your limit. 

“Fuck, you’re tight. Even after Ni-ki fucked you so good, baby,” Sunghoon growled, pulling out and slamming back in again. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

You could only moan brokenly as Sunghoon set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against yours as he fucked into you with brutal force. His hands gripped your ass hard enough to bruise, spreading your cheeks and exposing you to his vision.

Ni-ki moved to your side, his lips and tongue exploring the bite mark on your neck. He soothed the wound with his mouth, making it heal even as Sunghoon’s thrusts jostled you and reopened it. 

“Look at you,” Niki cooed, his voice thick with desire. “Taking both our cocks like such a good little girl.” 

Sunghoon groaned, fucking into you harder. “Gonna make you cum for us again, baby. Want you to be an overstimulated mess.”

You shuddered at his words, your pussy clenching around Sunghoon’s throbbing cock. You could feel another orgasm building already, your nerves raw and sensitized from their relentless fucking.

Sunghoon reached under you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me,” he commanded harshly. “Cum all over my cock, baby. You can do it.”

You screamed as you came, your body convulsing with the force of it. Beside you, Ni-ki bit down hard on your neck again, sending a fresh wave of pleasure-pain through your system.

But Sunghoon didn’t let up, continuing to pound into you as you rode out the aftershocks. “That's it,” he growled, his eyes glowing red with lust. “I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum you’ll be dripping for days.”

You sobbed, mind going blank as Sunghoon used you for his pleasure. You were dimly aware of Ni-ki’s hands on your body, tweaking your nipples and fondling your breasts as he drank from your neck.

Again and again, Sunghoon pushed you over the edge, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm until you were a mindless, shuddering mess. Each release brought fresh blood from the wounds on your neck, the coppery taste mingling with the salt of your sweat on Ni-ki's tongue.

By the time Sunghoon finally found his own release, you were barely conscious, your body limp and unresponsive in his arms. With a guttural growl, he buried himself deep and flooded you with his cum, marking you as his own.

You collapsed together in a heap, your bodies sticky with sweat and blood and cum. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt Ni-ki and Sunghoon curl around you protectively, their hard bodies shielding you from the cold night air despite their icy skin.

You knew You should be afraid, should be screaming for help and running as fast as you could. But you couldn't bring yourself to care. All that mattered was the feeling of being claimed, of belonging to these men completely.

[weaselandfriends]

youve probably already mused about this in the past but do you think cascade could work as the actual ending of homestuck? like is there a way in which homestuck could be read as a complete narrative with a somewhat satisfying ending if we were to consider cascade or its whereabouts the place where it ends? how much retooling would it need to work that way? is it even possible?

Oh now we're getting the REAL asks.

From a technical standpoint, I actually think it's totally doable to do a cut of Homestuck where Cascade is more-or-less the ending. Homestuck doesn't have nearly as many load-bearing elements as it seems to have at first glance. For instance, I think even the trolls can be cut from Homestuck altogether with minimal structural harm, as long as Vriska's game-breaking role is shifted to Rose. Hussie claimed his original vision for the story was for Cascade to be the climax, and Act 6 to be a relatively short denouement that would mostly involve cleaning up loose ends. That actually tracks with where he left the comic when Cascade ended. The unresolved stuff at the end of Cascade is:

The Scratch has created a new universe, which the players are all heading to. This fresh universe is where they will be able to complete the game.

Lord English!

Lingering mysteries about the kids in the new universe, who have been hinted at a few times throughout Act 5 (most notably regarding Liv Tyler the bunny, which shows up with a note from Jake, IIRC).

Bec Noir is still around, even if neutralized by PM.

I'm pretty sure this is it, not counting one-off lines like Rose playing the rain that are pretty structurally nonessential and could be excised easily or brushed off with some lampshading ("Wow isn't it funny we never played the rain!" -- I think Hussie actually does specific one anyway). There are also a few hints that HIC might have a role in the new universe, but I would likewise describe these as nonessential.

Looking at this list, it's easy to see both why Hussie thought he could end the story quickly and why he failed to do it. With the powers at the disposal of the main cast, going into the new universe and completing the game should be trivial. Hussie probably thought he'd quickly introduce Jake, Jane etc. in a nostalgic callback to the beginning of the story, then round up everyone for a final fight against Lord English/Bec Noir/HIC to put some fireworks on the ending. Cascade really had trimmed down the expansiveness and complexity of the story significantly, which made these few lingering plot elements seem so surmountable.

In actuality, though, Hussie quickly became mired in introducing the new characters. I think his problem was that he was struggling to reengineer the emotional stakes of the story. There's a desperate reek in the early parts of Act 6 where he is pleading for readers to care about the new kids. With the original kids, he took his time introducing them and let their personalities emerge organically over infrequent chatlogs while most of the action centered on John-as-reader-insert doing dumbassery. With the trolls, Hussie treated them like jokes and gave them over-the-top personalities with ridiculous, murderous drama, which fit the speedrunny way he introduced them. But the new kids are in this limbo where he wants to get them working (like Jar Jar) quickly, yet is giving them personalities that are at worst nondescript and at best Dave 2: Davier. (Roxy is the exception here.) They wind up having a lot of very cute, very cloying chatlogs that read super forced and I wonder if their failure to immediately get off the ground is why Hussie felt the need to spend more time with them, linger on them, until Jake winds up with one of the highest line counts of any character in the story despite saying exactly 0 things of value total.

Worse, though, is the villain situation, because it's directly tied to the story's stakes. Hussie has to make Lord English a more significant threat than Bec Noir, despite working at base with only a few references to him from Spades Slick and Doc Scratch. It's from this we get the laborious cherub stuff, the expansive dream bubble stuff (Lord English being able to double-kill ghosts is his major establishing moment of threat), and the general need to make this whole section of Homestuck feel as weighty and monumental as the first half.

The problem with Cascade is that, even though it doesn't resolve the plot, is resolves pretty much all of the emotional stakes and tension in the story. The idea of going quickly from Cascade to a final fight makes sense on paper but it doesn't make sense emotionally. That final fight would wind up as flaccid-feeling as Collide eventually did feel. Hussie's kudzu-plant expanding Act 6 reads to me as an attempt to rebuild to the level of tension that existed before Cascade, one that eventually failed because he got tired with the project and phoned in the climax anyway.

So, getting back to the original question, I think if we're to end Homestuck at Cascade then it really needs to END at Cascade, narratively as well as emotionally. Cascade does an admirable job cutting down Homestuck's plot threads from 100 to 4, but it really needs to cut them down from 100 to 0. This is a lot trickier than it seems because Cascade is, in the context of the narrative, not a moment of victory but a moment of... quitting. It's hitting the in-universe reset button. It's triumphantly hitting that button, but it cannot actually achieve total plot resolution without fundamentally changing what it actually is.

You can slim things down. Lord English can, believe it or not, be cut entirely. Prior to Act 6 he exists only in a handful of lines. Doc Scratch can be reframed as the ultimate evil himself, rather than simply its servant. He already is a pretty good villain in his own right.

Bec Noir is trickier because there's not really a good opportunity for the heroes to fight him. I wonder how necessary that is, though. It's not like Homestuck was ever a story where things got resolved by flashy cinematic fights. PM getting the ring is a satisfying, climactic moment in its own right; does she have to get locked into eternal stalemate with Bec Noir? Can she maybe just defeat him the moment she gets the ring? It's an unconventional ending, but one that makes sense in the concept of Homestuck. Given Collide, that's probably a superior way for the climax to go anyway.

That leaves the new universe kids. They can also probably be cut pretty easily. I'm fairly certain Liv Tyler is the only direct contribution they make to the pre-Cascade story. It'd take some changes to account for that, but not many. Alternatively, since we already can't get past the fact that Cascade is just a reset button press and not a resolution in and of itself, we could leave them in as characters who show up, briefly, in an epilogue of sorts, framed solely through the POV of the original kids. (i.e., forgo all the "Your name is JANE CROCKER etc.) Maybe don't even give them lines. Leave it to the fandom to come up with their personalities.

The way I'm envisioning this is that we end the story as quickly as possible after Cascade, and by that I mean literally 15-20 pages where we show everyone speedrun the new universe with their incredible god powers, maybe with a few cathartic final conversations between the surviving members of the cast. The longer you go on post-Cascade, the longer you're going to be tempted to go on, to make its new elements breathe in their own right, and when you do that it's only a matter of time before you get sucked into the Act 6 Vortex of bringing back meaningful stakes, which you have to do from Ground Zero.

I'm actually a big fan of Act 6, which is where I feel like Hussie gets a lot meaner, a lot more combative with the readership, with some fascinating results. Most of Act 6's failures stem from the failure of its ending, which is a separate issue caused by Hussie losing interest in the project after the Hiveswap debacle. But if you're doing Act 6, you gotta really DO Act 6. You can't just do it halfway. All or nothing.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

The potential for found family in the Avengers was something that drew me and so many others to the MCU in the early days. Those Avengers Tower fanfics where they were just hanging out were everything to younger me. But in the actual movies, we barely got close to that. There's the Shawarma bonus scene in the first Avengers movie, and we get crumbs in other places (personally I'll always be an Age of Ultron lover if only for getting to see them hanging out for a bit), but it's not a lot in comparison to the total screen time of the MCU.

And then there was Eternals. And they were actually found family. We got to sit with these characters in a way the fast pace of the Avengers movies had never allowed. We didn't have to rely on a post-credit scene to see them spending normal time together; we got to see them bantering around a kitchen table like family! We saw them at their jobs, in their normal lives. Sprite and Sersi chatting on their nighttime walk. All of the past flashbacks. So many moments where you're like yes! This is a family! Like Druig passing the box of Twinkies to Ikaris, the whole reunion scene with Druig, etc.

Sure, I would have loved to know even more about these characters, and a TV show would have given us space to flesh them and their relationships out more, but we didn't get a TV show; we got a movie. For a movie that takes place over centuries and has this huge Celestials plotline going on, I'd say they did a pretty great job introducing us to these characters and their dynamics. Also just the fact that there was still such a huge, save the world, high-stakes plot and YET. And yet we still got to take our time with these characters. We had this character-focused, philosophical, morally complex story (with the best cinematography of any MCU movie) and on top of all of that, more found family than the Avengers movies ever had.

[secretgardensinmymindd13]

no but it cracks me up that all this time buck was walking around with this feeling of “my bro is the most attractive dude on the planet. like, he’s so pretty, any girl would be lucky to have him. i’m kind of jealous of them (joking, of course. or am i?..), but i get it. and he’s also such an amazing dad. and he’s so smart, and so brave, and so reliable, and so funny, and so cool. literally the best person alive. i’m just happy for his girlfriends, ‘cause they get to have this guy to themselves. but also i hope he never has another best friend like me, ‘cause no one is allowed to take my place in his life. it’s all i have”

and eddie was walking around with this feeling of “wow, i just made the bestest friend in the world. he cares about me and he loves my child so much. i want to spend all my time with him. i want to talk with him about everything. i want to listen to him talk about everything. i want to see him every day. i trust him with my life. i trust him with my son, which is even more important than my life. now that i’ve gotten to know him, i can’t really imagine my future without him in it. also, i have this weird swirl of feelings inside my chest when i see him with his romantic partners, but i have no idea what it is. it’s too confusing for me, so my brain is just kind of unable to process it. i trust him with my darkest secrets and i’m not afraid of him seeing me at my lowest, ‘cause i feel like he always accepts all of me with understanding instead of judgment. my life feels empty and wrong without him by my side. i might need him almost as much as i need my son at this point, wow. he’s just the most important person in my life. again, after my son. but i realized that i need both of them beside me to feel happy”

and for 7 years, they genuinely didn’t understand what it meant, because eddie was too inexperienced and emotionally repressed to be able to comprehend what his feelings actually meant, and buck was too unaware of what his feelings for men meant

so all these years they were really just walking around being in love with each other but not having a single idea that they were, because they really thought that this is just how platonic camaraderie feels like -

until tommy's intervention and eddie's move to el paso finally opened their eyes and gave them a new perspective from which they could look at their feelings toward each other and finally be able to understand them

their story gets me every time. like, it’s so stupid and unhinged and beautiful

and something like this really could only happen by accident, ‘cause i don’t think any tv show writer is smart enough to create something so raw and complex as their relationship from scratch

it just kind of happened by itself. and i love it

[notvenomsnake]

Back To Us

parings: Leon S. Kennedy (damnation) x fem reader!

tags: Smut, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f!), mention of m! and f! masturbation, unprotected pnv, make out sessions, nicknames such as: princess and baby, a bit of foot rubbing on leg and crotch, Leon being such a dick/tease in bed, creampie.

summary: Leon is a cheater that ended this whole marriage. You guys have a daughter. Meeting up at a restaurant for a ‘catch up’ even though it’s for the sake of your daughter but things go somewhere you weren’t expecting…

a/n: this is my first ever post and first time writing about smut. I was thinking about this in head so i decided to write a fanfic on it. Let me know what you think! so i can might make more

(for later on into the story)

w.c: idk it’s a lot (sorry for grammar mistakes, i was rushing this)

5 months pregnant and a loving husband is such a great life to live when you were about to have a family with the love of your life but catching your husband in another woman’s cunt was the last thing you expected from him.

Looks like he had it planned it out since there was two glass cups on the counter and the fancies ones. You did notice there was a lipstick stain on the rim of one of the glass cup. But you just thought it was yours and the dishwasher didn’t wash it good. The moans of a woman helped you navigate the way to the scene upon you.

She was the coworker he told you not to worry about, how naive were you to actually believe that shit? I guess you were since you were greeted with that scene coming back from work earlier than usual. You regret saying ‘fuck you’ to him as you were going to see him in court in a few days for the future of baby’s custody.

A few years later…

Birds chirping and voices outside the apartment complex. You were woken up to your daughter shaking your body as she begged for breakfast. “What time was it…?” You mumbled, your throat was dry probably from picking up your daughter in the pouring rain with just a light sweater that you later gave to your daughter since she was cold and only brought a long sleeve.

11:48am It read on the red led lights flickering on the digital clock, you need to buy a new clock soon with your paycheck.

You made your iconic breakfast burrito for your and your daughter as she sat up in a high chair near the counter, she blabbers about school but one thing caught your attention. A day she calls ‘catch up day’ when did that exist? What the hell are teachers teaching these days, a day of parents hanging out with their kid sounds like blast to a child but not to an exhausting adult who’s ex husband is at least months late of child support.

“Sweetie, you know i’m very busy today.” A lie that can be easily seen. Even your 5 year old child knows. “It’s Saturday.” She barked back, since it when were 5 year olds so sassy. Probably learned it at her dad’s place this weekday. You hissed through your teeth. Of course you forgot it’s a weekend. Great. Now you have to do this stupid thing, you bet Leon doesn’t even want to—

“Dad said he’ll go.” Really? No way in hell he wanted to go to this stupid ‘catch up day’ or whatever it called. “Guess i’ll go too…” You wanted to launch yourself to the window, you have to deal with his ass again.

I mean it had been years since you seen him, maybe his muscles were bigger—You have to stop yourself, and think…are you actually going to this stupid thing. Yes, yes you are.

Now you’re stressing over a simple thing, a stupid dress. I mean you haven’t been this stressed since losing your daughter at Toys’R’Us. Red or Red wine, they look about the same but when you wear it, it’s shows the difference. You hear yelling and rambling about dragons and princesses. She burst into the room holding her two plushies as you can guess, a dragon and princess. Leon always spoils her with too much things even with that Barbie playhouse, that costs around what you can make in a day. “Can you please play outside.” You were most stressed as you pinched the bridge of your nose to ease the pain of this headache. “Also where’s that dress I put on your bed?” She shrugs as you sighed and go over to her room to see it laying on the ground. Another hour to get her ready. Her whining and pouting weren’t helping in her case. You only had time to do pigtails on her as her hair was all tangled and she kept complaining about it hurting. She quickly got off her bed and ran around.

5:40pm Almost 2 hours to get on her dress and do her hair?! damn, toddlers are hard work.

Back to the dresses. You walk back to your room. They’re dirty…? You hear giggling. Are you serious?! She spilled her juice all over it, it’s your fault. You probably didn’t close it right. You hated being a single mother sometimes. You wanted a vacation with a piña colada next to you with the beach breeze running through out your body. Too bad.

You digged deeper in your closet to find an old dress you having worn in a long time. The brand was known for being cheap, hm maybe it won’t hurt to try it on. It fills all the empty spaces you didn’t fill up back when you were 18. The only thing you hated was the slit part near your leg. It you were to lift your leg high enough someone could see your panties, they were not those sexy lingerie types but a plain design with Snoopy on the front, childish right? It was ether that or a thong, No way in hell. You had to do laundry soon enough.

At least the dress was a type of red color more like a dark red…Just hated the slit. It’s the only dress you got. The red bottom heals matched perfectly, I guess your daughter did help you out.

7:17pm…”Shit. we gotta go now.” You muttered seeing the time.

You buckled her sit in the car with the baby carrier which she called ‘too baby’ would she rather fly out during a car crash or stay safe and sound. You give her the tablet that you got her for christmas. Music was playing on the radio while being in the background ‘Dreams’ (2004 version) by Fleetwood Mac, great song but it didn’t help that a toddler was whining in the backseat complaining about the wifi and why her video isn’t loading. A long peaceful car drive turned into an annoying one. The gps made it worse as it kept giving you the wrong turns.

8:00pm sharp.

You finally made it after around 40 minutes of traffic, wrong turns and a whiny child. You see the bright ass led lights that showed the restaurant’s logo glowing along other buildings. The parking lot was packed, you saw families getting out of the car. Maybe that would be you and leon’s life if he didn’t cheat on you. Thats reminds you, that leon could be there waiting since the reservation was at 8:00.

You and your daughter entered the restaurant as the front desk staff asked for your name. Then they guided you to the table, Leon was sipping on alcohol already. His gaze went to his alcohol to his daughter as he greeted her first. He then looked up at you, up and down. Was that a good or bad thing in this situation of not seeing each other in year…

“It’s nice to finally see you, Y/N” His voice gave you shivers through out your body. “Uh…you too.” What was that type of response?! You sat across from him as your guy’s daughter had a high chair, being at the middle of table, between you two. He chuckled, the one that made you more wet as he thrusted more into you. To be honest with yourself, you used your vibrator while thinking of him as you arched your back on your bed whiling stuttering on his name.

The rest of the night went great, he was friendly…? Was it a trick or not but you didn’t care as you were drunk. As for your daughter, she went sleep.

“You gotten more cuter” You say as you clearly drunk and hiccuping. “Yeah?~ You have gotten so much more hotter, princess.” His response made your panties damp. He can see right through you. The tension between him and you was very strong. You make the first, you caress his leg with your heel which makes him stutter mid sentence. You were greeted with a sly smile of his the one he made when he was on the same page as you. “Like I was saying…” He continued rambling on as he had a grip on your leg as he guided it up to his crotch. A small moan escaped his lips.

“You aren’t gonna come in your pants are you?” You teased as he chuckled once again. “Well depends…are you gonna make me come, baby?~” That pet name was such a blessing hearing from him. But to answer his question, Yes. Yes you will, but not in public. “Maybe somewhere else…” You replied pushing what feels like the head of his cock back as he grunts.

“Yeah? Cause I would really love to see those soaked panties of yours right now as I suck that pussy’s living shit out of you.” So he did see the slit in your dress, he’s always so blunt and straight, was this really the guy that cheated on you…maybe you can forgive him…

You called your mother to pick up your guy’s daughter as you used ‘sick’ as an excuse. After she left, Leon and you took an Uber to his place because you two know damn well you would suck his dick as he drove to his place. The tension was soaring through the roof. Just looking into each other’s eyes was even making you wet and him, harder. When the Uber driver dropped you guys, their face was a bit confused that Leon grabbed your wrist and dashed out of the car.

Leon open the front door of his house and leaned you against the wall as he kissed you, all sloppy and dirty. Moans came out of you as he whispered “Yeah, you missed a fucking cheater like me, baby~?” He palms your sex which makes you squirm under his touch. “Y-Yes…god yes~ j-just fuck me…~” Left your mouth as he was a cruel man. “No. Not yet you needy thing.” His fingers wonder into the bottom of your dress, into your panties as he started trailing his kisses down to your neck. “Wanna see those perky tits” He said practically ripping your dress not like it’s worth a lot…He unclasped your bra and throws it away just like what he did with your ripped up dress.

He takes on your hard nipples in his mouth as he curled his fingers in you. “L-Leon!~” Was all that escaped your mouth. You were drunk as well so what else are you gonna do? “Don’t come yet, baby~ I gotta suck that pussy soon.” He grabbed you like as your light as a feather and threw you onto his bed. He couldn’t control himself before humping you like a dog in heat. His cock was so hard you could practically feel it. You hump back, you’re so desperate for release that you moan over some friction.

Looks like he planned this too, the music was on point, ‘redbone’ was playing in the background As The Smiths were playing earlier on.

“You don’t even remember how my tongue feels like right?~ Been so long since I took care of that little tight pussy” He teased before looking at your childish panties, he chuckles before pulling them down not even half way before slamming his head in between your thighs eating you out like a starving man. “Think about this pretty pink pussy while jerking myself off” This made you arch your back more, it’s like you’re seeing stars, his touch and mouth was a work of magic. The way his tongue lapped around your pussy and he rubbed your clit before digging his tongue deep inside making the room echo your moans for more. He pumped his two fingers in, curling them and taking down to you

“What a horny fucking girl, bet you can’t even touch yourself without thinking of me.” He smirked in between your legs as he continued. You comed around 2 times, he latched off your clit and withdrawal his finger before licking them up.

He pulled only unzips his flyer of his pants and he takes out his dick. The head is an angry red color, the pre-come is licking so my much on his tip. He lifts your chin up before sucking your tits again as he praised your body. “So perfect, so fucking perfect, can’t wait to feel my cock in between this tight pussy.” He smacked your pussy before jerking himself off a bit as he got his pre-cum onto his dick and without any warning he puts it in you. You yelp without any warning “M-missed you…” You say as you barely said and words just moans. He knows it’s caused your drunk but he gets more turned on by this.

Just the half of his cock is in you, not moving as he replies with “You missed me or my cock? Cause I been in so many woman after you. But you’re the best, baby.” The way his words rolled out his tongue made you moan out his name. He then apologized and says “i missed y-you too, princess.” He thrust all his length in you as you rolled your head and eyes back. Your mouth created a ‘o’ shape as you tugged on his used to be dirty blonde hair now it’s more dark than ever.

“Yeah, moan my fucking name” Such a cruel man but god this feels good. His dick is so big and thick it’s like a treat from heaven, his dirty mouth makes it even better. “H-harder~” You moan out. His response was smirk and chuckle. “Anything for you, baby.” He goes harder and faster reaching your cervix which makes you squirm and arch your back, begging for more and more. Your breast bounces up and down as he grips on one of them so hard. You scratched and dig your nails into his back so badly by how much your head was banging the headboard of the bed.

Thrust

“Feels-“

Thrust

“So-“

Thrust

“F-fucking good.”

The thrusting got more harder and faster. “Come with me, baby” He begged as his thrust got more faster and sloppier. You dig your nails into his nails as You just nod and come on his dick. Walks clenched around him. You could feel his big load coming inside you as you rides his climax, thrusting sloppy and slowly. He pulls out which makes a ‘pop!’ lewd sound echoing around the room, his come and yours mused together as it drips out of you before he grabs a handful of the leaking fluid and pushing it back into your swollen cunt. “Might end up paying child support for this other kid” He chucked…his corny one liners. He was a cheater and your ex husband but what could you say? He’s good at fucking the brains out of you.

@notvemonsnake!!

hope you enjoy it! let me know if you guys have any suggestions or tips about it!

[antimony-medusa]

Female Characters and the Big Sister Problem

So in this fandom we love family dynamics, and something I see pretty regularly is characters written as a family even if they didn't have that relationship in canon. When it comes to things like SBI family dynamic or Kristin as SBI's mother, some people might not even realize this isn't canon, because the trope is so strong. And now with a lot of people 3-6 years into the fandom, we're expanding the family to other characters— I see Niki big sister pretty regularly, or Niki mother. Puffy mother, Gem sister, Pearl sister— etc. And I know people are writing this because they love family and familial love— family is one of the strongest bonds many people of experience and people are writing this because they want these characters to be part of this network of love!

However, there's also a pitfall when writing canonically non-family characters into a family in its simplest form, especially to female characters, and I think some people might not realize it— so I thought I'd point it out.

One of the basic ways to write a story is you have your main character or main duo, and everyone else is in a supporting role. If your story is about one character, then often things revolve around them— around tommy, or techno, or ranboo, or grian, or jimmy— and everyone else is there to play support. Often in a family situation, big siblings and parents take specifically nurturing and caring support roles.

And when all your female characters are is their nurturing/caring role as a big sister or a mother, if that's what defines them within the narrative, or if you always write them in that way, there starts to be a problem.

Particularly when you look at canon— these characters were not in nurturing roles originally. Kristin is a powerful goddess presiding over death, Niki is defined by rage— Geminitay is out here bullying her friends and building beautiful things, Pearlescentmoon is working multiple jobs and joining revolutions. Roscumber is inventing new types of yuri daily. The list goes on. These are characters in the original with their own arcs and quirks and hopes and dreams! And every time you change someone from their canon role or characterization, that's sending a signal about how you see the character and your specific victory condition for the character. When you hold up the character to the light, are you holding up good at combat, or powerful, or mischievous, or organized competence— or nurturing care of a male character who is the centre of the real story? Are you doing this over and over again? Is the tag full of this?

And again, sometimes you don't have time to get into the background and characterization of all your side characters, that's just a narrative focus thing. But if every time you're using this character nowadays, you're swapping their canon character out for a nurturing role, that starts to message about how you see the character, and further, how you see female characters in general.

When you write a male character away from canon characterization into a nurturing support role that's one thing— the fans of that character are probably not gonna be hype but that's not like, a societal trend. But unfortunately the pushing of female characters and female-perceived people into a nurturing support role is something that hollywood has been doing since we invented film, that people have been doing since we invented stories, that society does every day. It starts to grate. It reduces women down from complex beings into the care they can provide men, and again, I don't think anyone is doing this on purpose, but when you meet it again and again in fiction, boy. I start pacing my room and muttering. It is one of the classic sexist tropes for how to write women, unfortunately. Every terrible guy in your creative writing class who got told to add more female characters does this, and boy, we don't want to be like terrible guy in your creative writing class.

So! You have to make sure your character comes alive as more than just nurturing support. If your heart is set on family, spend a little more time rotating that character. What are her hopes and dreams, and quirks and foibles? Can she contribute to the plot in a way that isn't just support of the main character? Can she provide a narrative role that isn't nurturing? Does she get to be the centre of attention and have other characterization? Can you make her really funny and scene-stealing for a scene, or show that she has a life outside of her family? Consider writing a story or an arc where she's the main focus!

Or even, I'd strongly suggest considering writing women in as not family at all. Expand that circle of influence away from the home. Does your main character have peers or adversaries or friends? Coworkers? Brothers in arms?

I think sometimes people go to family because it's a fast way to show how important a character is to a person, because so many of us think "sister" and feel that tug of affection and importance. And because people love family, which makes sense. Family is important to a lot of us! But if you can show that importance in a different way, through the narrative, you've celebrated a character you like, and you've sidestepped the pit trap hollywood is digging for us. Because boy is hollywood lining up to make this a pit trap. Movie after movie after tv show with female characters who are only there because they're family. It's as bad as the woman who's only there to be sexy, because it starts to message that the only way a woman can be important in someone's life is if they're related to them. Which is not an improvement on women are only there there for sex.

And I don't think anyone is doing this on purpose, and no one fic or au is necessarily "oh this one is sexist", but it's about the trend. When there's one fic that does this, you go "aw this person loves family". When it's every second fic that does this, you start to go— wait a minute, what's the signal being sent here. And we are unfortunately there, as a fandom. We've been there for a bit. And it doesn't mean that every female character in a family dynamic is bad characterization— women also exist in families. I am in one, in fact. Family is cool. But this trope does map so precisely to sexist writing tropes and carries so much potential narrative weight that you've got to do some quick maneuvering to avoid all that, if you're doing family.

So please, I'm begging you, when you're bringing women into the story, make sure family roles is not all your women are, or consider the joy of making them not family at all! Most people your character meets will be not related to them, perhaps your selected character is one of them.

Godspeed, may your women be complex and nuanced beings henceforth.

[missconchshell]

I just watched episode 4 of To Be Hero X, and I'm not quite sure how to feel. The animation was amazing as always, and I loved seeing the animation changes, they're stunning everytime. The boxing hero was also neat; it would have been cool to see more of his personality since we glimpsed his backstory, but I guess it gives fans room to speculate.

The fight was really well-choreographed, and the idea of Lin Ling being a normal human being who becomes a hero for the sake of someone he loves fits perfectly with the themes of this show and its messaging. My issue is just that his relationship with Moon always felt kinda hollow to me. I know that episode two tried really hard to establish an actual bond between the two, and there were plenty of moments between them that we as an audience never got to see, but unfortunately Moon has just felt like an actual character to me.

There are so many elements to her story and personality that I love. The concept of her being so tied to Nice in the public's perception that she can't physically leave him is absolutely fascinating. I love that she is more brash and blunt than her public persona, and that we got a quiet moment of her sharing her feelings. Plus, her desperately hoping to die in that fight was adorable. Still, her character just never clicked for me. Something about the writing and the way our time spent with her was all from Nice's perspective never allowed me to fully immerse myself in her character. She always felt more like a prop and source of motivation for Lin Ling, rather than an actual human being with complex thoughts and feelings.

I do love this show and I desperately want it to scratch that itch for me and become a new obsession, but if the characters don't feel real, it just won't happen. So when Lin Ling proclaimed that he wanted to be a hero for the girl he loved, I just couldn't get behind it. It felt wrong and forced. And I like Lin Ling, I want him to be happy and to follow his dream and be a true hero, but Moon being his motivation just feels like yet another superhero driven by his love of a woman who isn't her own person. It prevented me from truly feeling that inspiration and passion the show wanted me to experience in that scene, which was sad.

And then there's the end of the episode. While I would have been fine if they'd left Moon's whereabouts a mystery, I would have been happy to see her enjoying her freedom, maybe even missing Lin Ling, but content with the choice that she had made for herself. It would have reaffirmed her status as an individual, plus it would be nice to end Lin Ling's 4 episode arc by showing that his selfless choice to free Moon from the public eye was worth it, because the person he loved ended up happy, even if it was without him. Instead, what we got was her regretting her decision to leave and desperately in need of help to escape from a lonely existence on a deserted island. Yet again, she was just someone for Lin Ling to save. It was disappointing.

And to finish this scene off by using her death for shock value yet again really rubbed me the wrong way. Now, she feels like another fridged woman, only serving as motivation for the hero to seek out revenge, further cheapening her character. This poor girl never got to be free and happy, and now she never will.

I just feel really disappointed by her overall character arc, and really wish I didn't. This show has the ability to tell great stories, but, at least for me, Moon's wasn't one of them.

[greeneldritchfurby]

I wrote an informal essay on the tragedy of Paul Matthews as a character and I thought.. why not post it here!

What do you want, Paul?

On the surface, Paul Matthews is a very bland and normal character. He works a simple 9-5, hes maybe a little blunt, and he has a crush on this one barista at a copy shop. He is a simple, bland man. But underneath that normalcy is really a complex and conflicted man.

It's clear that Paul doesn’t know what he wants for his life, that's a huge part of the show. He refuses to make an outright statement of what he wants. During “What Do You Want Paul?”, and under the duress of Mr. Davidson, he throws out several ideas of what he wants, money, a partner, maybe kids. But he's so non specific and its clear he’s just throwing them out there to satisfy Mr. Davidson.

While not having much of a personality in the way of hobbies or interests, his personality is built on an ironic source. He doesn’t like musicals. That is the crux of who he is, that dislike leads him. Instead of a want pushing him through the events of the story, it is his staunch denial that does this. He has no ambition, nothing that drives him, except for his distaste of musicals.

Its almost tragic in a way, because we begin to see Paul discover possible wants throughout the span of TGDWLM. He grows closer to Emma, he willingly goes with Bill to save his daughter, he even goes to sacrifice his life to save the world. He never says it directly, but it seems he yearns to find that want, that desire, but he can only satisfy others wants. Bill wants to save his daughter, Emma wants to go and save the world together but cant. In the end he still doesn't figure out what he wants truly.

And then, the final confrontation. In Let it Out Paul is forced to come to grasps with what he wants, and to let go of that want to assimilate into the hive. And yet.. he still doesn't know what he wants. He says hes never been happy and that maybe the hive is the solution… but that's just a guess. The only thing he has is his hatred of musicals. And even then, as the spores take root in his mind, he begins to question that.

In a way, you could argue Paul sacrificing himself was a purposeful act. He most likely knew he wasn't coming back alive. But what does a man with no ambition, no pursuits have to lose? Why continue to live when you can give your aimless life up to save those that have a plan for their life?

Yet, in some tragic irony, through the hive Paul found purpose. He has a want now, and even if its not his own, what does it matter if he is happy now? He has a role to play. Its so legitimately heartbreaking because Paul is always so close to finding his purpose and yet he can only find his purpose in death. Either by sacrificing himself for the greater good, or succumbing to the alien hivemind.

Paul is such an interesting portrayal of a depressed, emotionally isolated man, a man trapped by the monotony of everyday life and riddled with a pervasive sense of aimlessness.

[confusedmothboy]

im scared to ask how you feel about lottie as a character

i have a very complicated relationship with lottie and ive been DYINGGG to talking about her because shes more interesting than shauna can ever dream of being. SHE'S the complex female character we need more of.

okay so to preface: i have multiple scales for character appreciation in my mind. there's writing (how well they're characterized and their role as a narrative decive), personality (how much i would fw them as people), action defendability (self explanatory, how willing i am to ride for their defense), and treatment in the fandom (how contrarian i wanna be)

yall know how it is yapping under the cut

lottie. ohhh boy.

writing: oh no notes. 10/10 she is one of the most fascinating characters in the show. her setup and descent is so well done, and her motivations are beyond complex, like you have her trying to do the best for everyone, but also her whole "the wilderness will choose" mindset. she contrasts herself in the yummiest ways possible. her role in the story is absolutely the most relevant and important for the narrative to progress the way it does. as a character, shes's so well done it makes me wish that i could be objective about the whole thing

personality: unfortunately im not able to enjoy characters simply from a robot analysis objective scale. lottie's personality is -while interesting- absolutely INFURIATING to watch. i personally cant stand characters that i call "progress blockers". she repeatedly forces her belief system (deep psychosis) onto the rest of the team, at the expense of escape or actual rational thought. this is where i have to admit: i root for morally sound, logical characters especially in shows like this. "but you can't watch the cannibalism show and complain about the cannibalism" first off. who said im complaining about the cannibalism. im just complaining that shes tormenting my favs (ben, travis, akilah, nat). i do like that she plays a complicated role as the group's mediator, except her mind is so warped, she does an awful job at it (drugging travis, letting shauna beat her up, deluding her followers). i think that shows how much she cares for these people deep down, and i can respect that. more on that later in ther actions section.

actions: so lottie, like i mentioned earlier, has a really interesting internal conflict of wanting to do whats best for as many of the team as she can, while also not being against sacrificing them for the wilderness's mercy. she very much believes that the ends justify the means. however. i can't ever look past her scenes on doomcoming. and im hoping that the people who made it this far aren't illiterate fucking troglodytes who want to debate on what actually happened to travis that night. because it was s/a, actually, it was attempted gang rape and then attempted ritualistic murder. "you cant watch the murder show and hold it against the murderers" we all know damn well that thats not what was most upsetting about that scene, and im allowed to hold certain crimes over eachother in terms of severity. and quite frankly i just cant bring myself to like a character who engaged -ACTIVELY LED AND RATIONALIZED- in that. lottie's whole schtick is that she just doesnt fucking understand or respect boundaries, literally and metaphorically. moving on from doomcoming, she's weird and culty about shauna's baby, which shauna has full right to be freaked out and pissed about. she becomes the leader of the group in s2 and then can't make proper decisions. she lets shauna almost beat her to death instead of trying to mediate the situation rationally, setting up shauna's vengeful nature we see in s3. thats something i could talk about for hours, how shes partially responsible for the shauna we all know and hate. her drugging travis and akilah is a page straight out of misty's handbook, and i dont think i have to explain why it's wrong. her killing edwin?? denying them all escape, causing a chain reaction with shauna and tai also staying behind??? that elevated my blood pressure to a level dangerous to my health. i cannot stand progress blockers. yes, i know she thinks everything she does is right. that doesn't make me (a rational bystander) like her actions any more. again, there are rational people in the show, so im just gravitated towards them sorry guys.

fandom: lottie has two types of people rooting for her in the fandom. theres the "omg my lord and savior she can do no wrong" group and the "omg crazy ass schizo mental illness queen" group and neither of them get her. she's flawed. but her flaws shouldn't all be attributed to dehumanizing conversations about her mental illness. let's not forget that she was a 17 year old going cold turkey on antipsychotics after living the last decade on them, in a situation that's beyond stressful, mind you. no fucking wonder she turned out that way. whatever. i feel like there arent a lot of her fans who recognize the absolute gray nuance in her character. or maybe im just on tiktok too much and everyone on there is fucking rotted beyond belief.

conclusion: i love her. i hate her. im neutral. she scares me. i blame her for all the problems out there and she's doing her best. that's the point

guh

[bluebasie]

Loki Season one was not good- The repercussions of turning a character into an idea and product rather than a person.

I haven't posted in..a while..but since Tom Hiddleston was confirmed to be in Avengers Doomsday, I just got thinking about how Loki was going to be integrated back into the story considering the ending of season 2. Like, is the Loki we see in the LOKI series going to make a comeback, is the Loki from the original timeline going to suddenly appear and the audience is going to be told that he somehow escaped Thanos via classic Loki style, or is a new variant of Loki going to show up as a new character? But while I was thinking about this I got sidetracked and now I just want to rant about how the writers of LOKI did the character so dirty and how the character of Loki could be portrayed in further films and media.

To start this off, when I think about the character of “Loki” I think about a character who has always felt different and inferior in his life due both to the expectations and pressures of his people to be something he is not, as well as the obvious difference in race that causes him to be literally different than others. I think about how Loki’s goal his entire life was both to be seen as “worthy” as well as to be accepted as helpful to his family and his people. I think about how he grew up as an Aesir and was surrounded by a society who would often talk down about the Jotuns and boast war stories promoting discrimination against the entire race just to find out that he is the being that children and adults alike would be afraid of. The realization expectedly led to a descent into madness and desperation to “prove” himself as “different” from the “evil and savage frost giants” by destroying the entire race as many of Aesir wanted for eons. I think about how his feelings of rejection and hate for his own biology and place as an adopted child in the royal family as a son and a brother led him to eventually attempting suicide. I think about the innate desire to rule to prove himself as worthy of the role as a royal and a ruler as well as having the contrasting desires to be accepted by his family and to remove them from his life. Overall, during Loki’s arc in the original timeline and cannon pre-endgame, He starts by doing everything to prove himself as worthy among his family members and to play the role crafted for him by Odin before attempting to separate himself from them and play the role of “savage and evil” that many thought he would be due to his heritage before finally acting not out of the roles and wants of others but his own desire to help his people during Ragnarok despite the threat of Hela and the opportunities of Sakaar to craft a life that's truly his, Loki returns to aid in the fight to save the Asgardians and eventually sacrifice himself for a shot for Thor’s survival, not out of an obligation forced upon him, but through the love and care of a brother who he accepts. His story starts by being found and “saved” by Thanos and hurting others to fulfill a role and ends by being killed by Thanos and sacrificing himself for a person he genuinely cared about regardless of a role and obligation.

Keeping all of this in mind, I truly believe that the Writers of LOKI, specifically for season 1, really did not portray Loki in ways that actually showed complex characterization and prioritized his strengths as well as his weaknesses. Season one essentially gives Loki what I call the “Love and Thunder” treatment in which it oversimplifies Loki and overly humorizes him in ways that undermine previous serious characterizations. I also really think that they did not preserve the cannon timeline repercussions in ways that made sense because in the original timeline, Loki essentially learned his entire life was a lie, committed Suicide, fell seemingly endlessly, dealt with the horror of Thanos and the Other, fought a long battle with his brother and the avengers before losing and being taken into custody and essentially told that he is not strong enough to conquer and rule like Odin and yet despite all this, at the start of LOKI, He seems completely unaffected by these events and uncaring like he did not go through constant pain and misery over the last 1-2 years before finding out that nothing matters and he was forced to do everything and he truly has no freedom from the TVA. Despite all this he just accepts the whole situation?? Why is it when he gets the tesseract he just goes to some random dessert rather than maybe one of the many branches in Yggdrasil where he actually has the upper hand or connections that he has built over the past centuries and obviously knows more about but no- he goes to a deserted part of Midgard- the realm he knows virtually the least about and the realm he is currently being hunted for. And then, instead of actually running or making a plan, he just gets on a rock and makes a stupid speech to people who do not understand English. Also, side note, why wouldn't Loki know Mongolian? He's shown to know quite a few languages, and he has the All-Speak in the comics? But whatever. I'm going to skip to the scene after Loki has been taken into custody at the TVA and Mobius is showing him his life film. Overall, I think this scene was very interesting to watch because it basically confronts Loki with his choices in a way that shows the viewers the straightforward reactions Loki has to events in his life in a way that we don't really get to see in the movies. However, I feel like the series kind of just used this scene as a cop out to actual growth made through the movies for Loki. Like this scene could have been better later in the series but the series just kind of has moments like this so they don't actually have to show growth in Loki's character. One major criticism I have about season 1 is that when it actually comes to Loki's characterization the writers just kind of “say not show” it by having Loki just straight up say things about his character for the viewers to watch without actually showing this growth or these characteristics at play. Like when Loki talks to Mobius after viewing his death and when Loki calls himself a narcissist in the Sif loop, we don't actually get to watch any change in Loki's behavior, we just get to watch him talk about himself. It feels both unsatisfactory and like the writers just don't care.

Then there is one of the biggest screw ups that the LOKI series makes: The absolute nerfing of Loki’s fighting and magic. Loki is a god. Regardless of the situation, he has still lived for more than 1000 and spent most of them years studying magic and fighting in battles. Compared to the comics, Loki in the movies is still kind of underpowered compared to his comic counterpart, but even compared to the movies, Loki in the series, specifically in season 1, is absolutely weak and useless. In the Avengers movie Loki goes hand to hand with Captain America and Thor, and he was shown to be quite a competent opponent against the avengers but in the series? Noooo, Loki is pathetic and cannot hold his own in a 10 second battle with Sylvie despite having actual training compared to Sylvie just having to rely on limited resources and teachers in apocalypses. Also, OH MY GOD JUST USE YOUR SEIDR LOKI. like Sylvie was shown to have significantly less magic range compared to Loki yet even she uses her magic more the literal character that this show is named after. Like it is so freaking underutilized. In almost every scene there is something that Loki could do that could turn the tides in a battle but in almost every instance he chooses to do nothing which causes him to lose constantly. We as the viewer see that he still has the ability to do magic in scenes such as when he uses telekinesis to lift a falling building but like- where was this power in any of his previous battles? I understand that there is a budget but like the majority of the budget was being used on useless things. There are so many things in the series that I would be fine giving up to see Loki even have a fraction of the power that he has in the movies.

Then there is the blatant stupidity that Loki expresses through his choices throughout the series. Time and Time and Time again he just makes dumb decisions, and he never tries to do anything. When he is in the Sif loop, he doesn't try to leave, when he is out of the TVA, he doesn't try to attack any of the TVA keeping him hostage despite having his magic back, when he is on Lamentus he just gets drunk and ruins everything. Loki is smart! He is a strategist! Why is he just so stupid in the series! It makes absolutely no sense! Why does he just accept everything at face value? Loki is literally the god of artifice, trickery, mischief, etc. Why does he never try to do anything smart or cunning? Like he tricks Mobius in the first episode by snatching the Tempad but after that it's like he just gives up. It feels like the writers truly did not care about Loki and cared WAY more about the other characters in the series.

Then there is the dumpster fire that is the relationship of Sylvie and Loki. Objectively I love Loki in the Movies and I actually quite like the character of Sylvie in the series and I see her motives. She may not be the most likeable character and she's brash and annoying but at least her character is kinda constant. Like she holds a grudge, wants revenge, and doesn't care about its repercussions long term. It may be annoying but that's just her. However, the relationship between the two does a huge injustice to both characters. Like you're telling me that Loki and Sylvie meet, spend like two days together, argue constantly and are just total dicks to each other, then suddenly fall in love for some reason? Within two days? Also, there's the question of the ethics because they do have the same parents and Dna…(it's weird I know) I can't believe the MCU actually included self-cest in the canon. Like I'm not actually gonna comment on whether it's wrong or not (but it is kinda weird) but even if you yourself do not think it's “wrong”, The character in the show reiterates how wrong and weird it is over and over again. Like it's one thing if the writers just ignored the fact that they are LITERALLY the same person and it's another thing when Mobius calls it a weird and twisted infatuation to Loki’s face and everyone is just okay with it after. Also, Loki says a line later in season 1 that goes something like, "I have betrayed everyone I met but I've changed now,” when talking to Sylvie…BRO NUMBER 1, LOKI DOESN'T ACTUALLY BETRAY EVERYONE HE'S KNOWN, AND SAYING HE DOES REDUCES HIM TO ONE TRAIT AND NUMBER 2, IT'S BEEN TWO DAYS?!?! Then Sylvie tells Loki that he just wants the throne and his response is, “I just want you to be ok..” Loki. seriously. Your ONLY goal of doing anything you're doing is just for Sylvie? You met her a few days ago and instead of fighting for your free will, fighting to go back to Asgard and to your mother and Thor, or even fighting to have any life he wanted. But no, all you care about now is the variant of yourself who doesn't even care about you. It's just depressing to watch ngl. The kiss scene felt sad and undeserved. Their relationship reduces their characters to single traits (can't trust and can't be trusted) and almost satirizes them as people. Also, there is the constant inconsistency of their similarities and differences as variants. One second, they're “completely different” and in the next they are the same. Make up your mind Sylvie. Please.

In my opinion, Season 1 of the LOKI was just not good overall. The essence of the writing turned Loki into a flat, one dimensional, shell of what he once was. This was due primarily to the writers trying to turn Loki into something of a product that an actual person that the show needed to capture to succeed. We see time and time again that his character was not consistent- rather, a weird conglomeration of too many traits trying to take center position at all times. We get a Loki that goes from sad to silly to empathetic to psychotic within mere minutes. It just doesn't work. There were some fun points, and it had A LOT of wasted potential but despite this, Season 2 was a HUGE step up from the horrible place that season 1 left the story. Like it felt like season 1 has a completely self-indulgent story that felt almost like a badly written fanfiction with plot holes, selfcest, a lowkey self-insert love interest, and an awful plotline. It did Loki so dirty in his own show. Despite all this, season two picks up on the disaster of season 2 and brings back so many aspects of Loki that are actually true to his character. HIS CHARACTER. Not anybody else. Thank you season two for actually focusing on the character that we’re all here for. It makes him a bit more powerful. He's smarter. His motives are clearer and fit more for his character. His status as a god was actually real and not just some cruel joke that he had to delude himself into believing to cope, and his choices were overall better. It wasn't perfect. Far from it. But what is? In my opinion it was genuinely good, and you could tell that the writers for season 2 actually cared about the characters they were writing about. Loki is written better, Mobius is written better, and Sylvie is written better. All of the characters are written better, and the character relationships are written better. The characterization is taken seriously. And the story is more interesting and captivating. I was actually really interested in the plot, and I really liked the darker tone it took. Considering the place season 1 left us, season 2 did the impossible and literally redeemed the show and turned a lowkey obnoxious show into one that is deep, thought provoking, and raises Loki, a character who was reduced to nothing in season 1, into one of the most powerful characters in the Mcu. It had a great ending and even the humor was a large step up from the lackluster humor of season 1. I could talk for ages about the implications of season 2 and about what it means for the characterization of Loki and the others (I pretend season 1 didn't happen) but it is safe to say that the writers of season 2 seriously deserve a raise because they kind of saved Loki and a lot of the crap season 1 introduced for the Mcu.

Overall I'm super excited to see the route they take with Loki in doomsday and I'm super excited to see Loki interact with some of the other characters in the Mcu other than the characters in the LOKI series and I really want to see how the reunion between Thor and Loki goes considering it's probably Loki from the series that will be featured in the new avengers film but there is still a chance for the Loki that appears to be a variant of some kind. Regardless, if you have read to the end then I thank you for humoring my criticisms. I still love Loki as a character, and I probably always will and I truly only want him and his story to be taken seriously. (Please Loki fans don't come at me for shitting on season one it wasn't completely awful, just a lot of parts of it were…questionable...) Anyways. If you're interested in seeing me do an analysis on the character of Loki or anyone else in the Mcu tell me cause I would love to talk more about the positives rather than focus on the negatives of the Mcu and I'm also really looking forward to the Thunderbolts coming out and have a lot of good expectations for the film. Some characters I'm super interested in are Yelena, Nebula, Thor and like a ton more characters and I'm probably gonna get into it some other time but for now I think this a good part to end this little rant on. As always if you have any comments on the things I said, please share!

Thanks for reading, and if it's all the same to you…I think I'll have that drink now.

[starswirly]

[ * I need my head to ]

[ * stop this being full ]

[ * of cotton nonsense ]

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[umbravirtus]

Hans stilled at Anna's words, every muscle locked in sudden, cold comprehension. His mind raced back through encounters he'd dismissed, through whispered words he'd pretended not to understand. The dragon souls within him stirred, and this time he couldn't quite suppress their restless shifting. Something profound and terrible was taking shape in his thoughts, like a constellation finally revealing its pattern.

He turned to look at Elsa, really look at her, seeing past the façade of control to something far more familiar. The way snow followed her steps. The way the very air seemed to recognize her presence. The way ancient things spoke to her in words that should have been meaningless.

"Fus Kyne," he repeated softly, the words carrying a weight that had nothing to do with the Thu'um. His voice was carefully neutral, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering briefly with that telltale golden light. "Force of Kyne. Not a curse at all. They're acknowledging you." His hand clenched and unclenched at his side. "The old ways... they're not just stories, there are legends about Kyne breathing the Voice into mortals first..."

The realization struck him like a physical blow. He took an involuntary step backward, his professional mask slipping. "Gods, that's why you feel it. Why the wind knows your name. Why..." He gestured sharply at the frozen carnage around them. "This isn't just magic. It's something older. Something..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

The dragon souls roiled beneath his skin, recognizing something in her that his mortal mind couldn't quite grasp. His carefully constructed walls threatened to crack. He could feel the Thu'um building in his throat, wanting to answer whatever power moved through her veins. Wanting to know if she could hear it too, the song of creation that the dragons had corrupted into war.

Instead, he forced out a bitter laugh. "And here I thought I was being subtle, hiding what I am." He glanced between the sisters, his expression a complex mix of wariness and reluctant admiration. "Though I suppose that's rather pointless now. You've known all along, haven't you? What the dragons call me. What the Greybeards fear I'll become. But you don’t know the depth of what it means"

The torchlight caught his face as he turned away, highlighting the tension in his jaw. "We should keep moving. There will be more draugr ahead, and..." He paused, choosing his next words with deliberate care. "Perhaps we should discuss exactly what we all are when we're somewhere less likely to collapse around us."

He started forward again, but his stride had lost some of its earlier confidence. The careful distance he'd maintained was crumbling, and in its place was something raw and uncertain. Something that looked suspiciously like hopelessness, trying very hard to disguise itself as pragmatism.

The dragon souls continued their restless stirring, sensing change on the horizon. Hans pushed them back with practiced effort, but he couldn't quite silence their whispers. They recognized something in Elsa, something that spoke of skies and storms and ancient power. Something that made his careful plans feel suddenly, precariously fragile. He couldn’t put distance between them. Not now, not ever.

Whatever game the other gods were playing, he had a sinking feeling he'd just lost another round. And judging by the way his blood sang in response to Elsa's display of power, he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.

How to break the news that she was a goddess herself but most importantly, that he too was a god, and they were very married.

Bloody hell.

"You think your power only knows how to destroy," she said softly, just behind him. "That the Thu’um is force and ruin because that's what the dragons made of it. But they didn’t invent it." Elsa’s tone sharpened, "They stole it." Her voice resonated down the narrow stone corridor. "The Voice was a gift before it was a weapon. It was never meant to burn the world, Hans. It was meant to speak it into being."

She moved beside him now, her eyes on the way ahead, her face set in regal calm. But there was something older and storm-worn beneath it. "You think I came to Skyrim because I had control," she said more quietly now. "I came here because I don’t know what I am." She paused, her fingers twitched, snow spiraling lightly at her heels. When she spoke again, her voice was almost reverent. "I was born with a power no one understood. My parents called it a curse. The trolls called it dangerous. But the wind…" She lifted her chin slightly, blue eyes glinting like frozen water under starlight. "The wind always knew me. I hear it sometimes. The Voice. Not the Thu’um, not like the dragons. It's something else. A song that doesn't belong to me but still calls me by name." She looked to the ceiling of the mountain, as if she could see the sky through the stone. "I came here because this land remembers me."

A low groan echoed from ahead. Draugr. Three, maybe five, from the sounds of them. Elsa inhaled once, steady. "I didn’t come here because I mastered control. I came here because I’m still learning what I was meant to become."

The Draugr appeared then, grotesque in their ancient armor, weapons raised, voices like dust. Elsa didn’t hesitate. She raised her hands, and the air pressure shifted, it plunged. The first wave of frost struck almost silently, but the second came with the violence of a glacier cracking. One Draugr froze in mid-step, then shattered into bone shards with a single flick of her wrist. The second lunged. She caught it mid-swing, encasing its arms in thick ice. Then, with precise cruelty, she conjured a frost spike through the eye socket. It dropped without a sound. The third reached her, screaming at her words she could only take offense to.

"Fus Kyne!"

Elsa turned, having taken full offense to the crude language, and said, "You're so rude!" Then, with the grace of snow caught in a gale, a razor-edged gust of ice-laced wind blasted the Draugr backward, impaling it on a jagged spear of permafrost that hadn’t existed a moment before. Elsa lowered her hands, magic coiling away like mist and the faint glow still in her eyes. "I can destroy," she said at last, eyes on the last pieces of frozen bone. "But that doesn’t make me a monster." She turned back to Hans, stepping lightly across the carnage she had just made. "It just means I finally understand what I’m capable of."

Behind them, Anna slowly stepped forward, her eyes wide as they swept across the frozen remains of the draugr. She clutched her cloak tighter around herself, the creeping sense that what they’d just witnessed had far more weight than even Elsa knew. Her voice was quiet. Almost reverent when she spoke. "That’s the third one," she said, eyes still on the shattered ice-encased corpse. "Third thing I’ve heard say Fus Kyne to you." She glanced at her sister. "The first was that old priest in Whiterun. The second was the dragon outside Ivarstead. Skyrim really wants you to fuck yourself."

[epickiya722]

"Only Yuji influenced Sukuna's decision to choose a different path!"

"Only Uraume influenced Sukuna!"

Maybe a hot take! Maybe an unpopular opinion, I don't know but...

As someone whose favorite character is Yuji and also likes Uraume, like that's my ice icon right there, I think it's absurd to think that only one of them played a part in Sukuna's decision in the afterlife to choose a different path, let alone argue over it.

I say that they both had influence over Sukuna's decision for a different path.

[stjernec]

This Sebagni fanfiction in my brain is going so crazy. If only you guys could read my thoughts and I didn't have to put it down on paper.