#I want to post them so bad I need to talk about them now.

[restinan]

There is a group of people. This group of people wants to do something to their body that others don't approve of. The people who don't approve say some things. They say it's good to deliberately inflict emotional harm on anyone who does this thing to their body. They say doing things like that to your body is a bad example for the children. After all, what if they think that's normal? What if they decide to do similar things with their bodies?

I have described a few different groups of people here. Two most salient ones. Transphobes. And people who endorse thoughts like those in the op.

There are differences, of course. One is a smaller group of people who are aiming their ire at something more popular, and so are less likely to successfully manage to get what they want. Would transphobia be okay, then, if it were only coming from a sufficiently small subset of the population? Would it be any less factually incorrect? Would it be any less cruel? Would it be any less contrary to the idea of morphological freedom? To the idea that hurting people is wrong? To the idea that if someone is doing something to their own body that's their own business, no matter who they are, and you shouldn't shame them over it?

The principles underlying why it's okay to do what you want to your body are the same either way. It's yours. The objections are the same either way. Oh, think of the children. It's the same everywhere with every group that wants to shame people into living in bodies they aren't comfortable with. Who wants to shame people into living by particular lifestyles. It's always the same things. Imagine these harms! Don't consider whether they're reasonable, just imagine them. Don't consider whether if they were real, it would justify hurting people for not living in a body they hated. Don't do that. Just imagine a sad, hurt child. Does this not justify your desire to inflict harm on people who are doing what they want with their bodies, instead of doing what you want? Isn't it delicious to imagine hurting those people? Those gross icky people who aren't doing what they should be doing? Don't they know that reasonable, correct politics says they shouldn't want that? Oh, they say they'll be sad if they aren't allowed to do what they want, but that's nonsense. If they just put away their desires to be shaped a specific way they'd be just fine! It's trivial and easy to do things like that, don't bother checking. It's externally sourced anyway, they don't really want that. And right now I'm just talking about role models, I suppose if people want to do it in the privacy of their own homes it's fine, it's just that these people are waving it in our faces. Maybe there are good ones who actually need to do this out there, maybe. But not these ones! So it's okay for me to hurt them. Good, even.

It's the same, everywhere.

If you want to know what it feels like, from the inside, to be a transphobe. To be the kind of person who doesn't think it's okay to do what you want to your body. To be the kind of person who rejects "my body, my choice" in favour of, "well, really your body is public property, and I don't approve of your choices." To be the kind of person who imagines hurting people who are doing things they don't like and feels warm satisfaction and the thought of harming the people doing bad things to their bodies. From the inside, it feels exactly like reading the post above this one and nodding along, clicking reblog, and then going on with your day, satisfied in the little thing you've done to make the world a better place.

"stop commenting on actress's bodies" nah actually I think I will continue to comment on the fact that since the rise of ozempic every second actress looks like she's about to blow away in a strong wind because I lived through heroin chic and normalised eating disorders and insane body expectations the FIRST fucking time and saw the damage it did so I'm personally not going to stay silent and let choice feminism make extreme weight loss "acceptable" just because tiktok has convinced some of yall that any choice a woman makes is Valid just because she's a fucking woman like are you all fucking serious right now

[tommykinard6]

Indulge me in a little throwback will you?

Now, you all may not know this. But I used to not like Buck. I know, I know. Shocking. First season, I couldn’t stand him. Now, if I watched it back, I might see it from a different lenses. Especially being closer now to his age in the first season. But I truly, could not stand him most of the time.

Also, I think it was the fandom obsessing over him for me. Turned me off before I felt like giving him a chance.

Eddie arrived in season 2 and boom. Favorite character. I adored him. And through him, I started to like Buck more. I felt like he helped bring out the best of Buck. That’s probably why I fell into the Buddie shipping so hard.

I was an avid Buddie shipper for years, until season 7. And y’all, I could write a long post on the problems in that section of the fandom that have existed for years. Very particularly, in fanfics.

But that’s not this post. Maybe another, if you want.

Believe it or not, this isn’t actually a shipping discourse post.

Something has really rubbed me ever so slightly the wrong way since the start of season 8. Now, not to see this hasn’t happened in previous seasons, but it just felt like everyone just didn’t…care about actually listening to Buck.

Even Maddie, the ever loving and listening sister. Feels a bit like she hasn’t had time for him and then also makes a tasteless and sort homophobic joke when he wanted to talk about Tommy and Abby.

Eddie has been crumbling since season 7, and I’ve been hating what they’ve done to his character’s storyline, but to hear him talk to or about Buck sometimes, I wonder if he knows or likes him much.

Buck is lashing out, sure. Saying things he shouldn’t. But this is his family. His family who knows damn well he has bad abandonment issues, who has seen him struggle with his self esteem for years, but they don’t think to look past what he’s saying to the meaning behind it?

I relate to Buck. And I know Buck’s been a favorite of mine now since season 4, but I never realized that I related to him so much. Because I too am used to people thinking they know me more than I know myself. That they know my intentions better than me. I’ve never felt so seen and I’ve never felt so mad to see him getting brushed off by anyone and everyone around him.

I’ve run out of steam, but I’m just gonna say. I need this narrative to start changing. Buck is an adult. Not only that, he’s a 33 year old man who has gone through therapy and life altering realizations about himself and his past to discover the root of his abandonment issues and openly acknowledges that he has them. It doesn’t take any genius to see he lacks some perception of his own worth.

Yet people continue to refuse to give him any grace.

The 118 really pulled together in the last episode as a family. I really need them to pull together to rally for Buck because he’s floundering. And also, someone smack Eddie across the head.

[everlastingserenitys]

MY NEXT DIVORCE?

summ. single father sylus hasn't gotten any action lately, until you found him.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. dilf!sylus, divorcee!sylus, kinda pervy too, p in v, dirty talk, almost getting caught, oral, fingering a/n I really really like this one mmm

cross posted from ao3 ;3

It got to the point where Sylus stopped caring about his divorces.

He never liked any of the women he’s been with, anyway.

Except for the fact he did get one of them pregnant.

After their daughter was born, the wife got bored of him, so she left the kid to Sylus.

Now he had full custody of the child.

But years passed and he hadn’t gotten any action or any new relationship after his most recent wife left him.

He was so close to giving up, until one night…

Sylus was sitting at the bar like it was any regular day. He swirled his glass in a circular motion, watching the drink flow in his glass.

He let out a heavy sigh as he day dreamed into thin air, the sounds of the music deafening his ears and he looked around, hoping to find someone tonight.

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose and took off his glasses.

Then, he felt tapping on his shoulder. Sylus turned to the person tapping him and almost fainted.

His eyes darted up and down at your figure resting against the empty barstool next to his. His eyes immediately make eye contact with your miniskirt showing off everything under.

He examined your whole outfit head to toe, it was like you were begging to be fucked tonight. And he wanted to be the one to give you that.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at you, picking up his glasses from the table and putting them back on.

Your fingers graze his bicep and his breath hitches. It was obvious the feeling was mutual. Sylus got up from his seat and threw a few bills on the counter before dragging you out of the bar.

“If you wanted it that bad you could’ve used your words.” He mumbled, his grip tightening on your wrist as he rushed to the car.

The back door flung open and you were slammed in the backseat. Sylus large figure loomed over you and his face inched closer and closer towards you.

“Tell me you want it, please” Sylus begged, the last word slipped out in a desperate whine and it was obvious he needed it more than you.

“I need it…” you sigh, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. You lightly tug on the buttons, letting each of them slip off one by one.

“Damn it, sweetie..” he groaned, watching as your fingers slid through each button, one by one. Eventually each button was off and the shirt draped to his sides.

Your eyes dart to his perfectly toned chest and, instinctively, you glide your fingers along his abs. As your cold fingertips make contact with his hard abs, Sylus was already acting like a puppy who just ran a marathon.

His face was flushed in a bright pink tone and his breath was getting ragged by the second, he couldn’t control himself anymore and crashed his lips onto yours.

Sylus pushed his tongue deep in your mouth, causing both your tongues to intertwine together. His chest was pressed against you and you felt like you were going to collapse any second.

“W-wait! Here?” You pull away and glance around the car, Sylus sighed and looked around the car as well.

“My daughter may be home in a bit but I guess we could go to my place.”

Your eyes widened, “daughter? Then maybe I shouldn’t-”

“Why would I get on you if I had a wife, sweetie?” Sylus chuckled, giving you a quick peck on your lips and headed over to the driver's seat.

You slump in your seat and watch as Sylus starts up the car. You look out the window and back at the rear view window, where you make eye contact with Sylus.

“So, how old is your daughter?” You ask, while fidgeting with your fingers.

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, nice..”

Sylus nodded and switched the conversation. You didn’t realize how fast time passed until Sylus told you, you both were already at his house.

He stepped out the driver's door and quickly opened your door. His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you off the seat, carrying you to the front door.

Sylus fumbled the keys out of his pocket and when he finally got it out, he didn’t realize it but his hands were shaking as he tried to open the door.

The key slicked in the keyhole and Sylus pushed open the door.

The second the door flung open he placed you on the ground and shoved you against the wall. His shirt was still undone and you felt the hardness of his abs brush against your chest.

Sylus held onto you as his hips rock against yours. His needy lips eventually found yours and he brings you into a fierce, suffocating kiss

Sylus’ fingers slip under your skirt and he lifts it up, your bare pussy was on display for him and he let out a growl of need.

His fingers sunk in your soaking cunt and he stroked it lazily, his large fingers were enough to stretch you out enough. You squirm under his touch and he pulls away, pushing you down on your knees.

Sylus’ fingers reached his belt and he unbuckled it in a swift motion. He pressed his boner against your wet lips and slid his fingers in your hair, directing you to look up at him.

“Suck.”

You grin. Your cold tongue darts to his chest and you slid it down his chest, letting it make contact with his rough, warm skin. Your tongue lingers on his faded happy trail and Sylus let out a needy whimper as his fingers tightened on your hair.

“Keep…going” he groaned, pushing your head further down. Your lips kiss his boner which was already dripping through his boxers and eventually, suck up the mess all over him.

An impatient sigh left sylus’ lips and he pulled down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out in a quick movement. Your eyes widen and you wrap your fingers around it.

You leaned in closer and you slid your tongue against his dripping tip.

Your lips latch onto the head of his cock and you deliberately push his whole length, deep in your mouth. The tip of his cock made contact with your throat and you held back a gag as you continued thrusting yourself back and forth on his cock.

“That’s good….soo good..” he groaned, pushing your head in and out. A whine slipped out of your lips and you grabbed onto him tighter.

“‘m gonna cum!” He moaned, pulling your head away and releasing all over your face. A streak of warm, white cum sprawled all over your face and you chuckle.

Sylus laughed in response and quickly cleaned up your face. When he finished, he lifted you off the ground, your legs shook as you got up and Sylus carried you to his room.

“My kid should be home in ten minutes… let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked as his glowy ruby eyes looked into yours. You nod and Sylus kicks open his bedroom door, placing you on the bed.

You plop on the bed, your breasts bounced at the impact and you immediately notice Sylus’ eyes dart towards there.

He grabbed onto your thighs as he spread your legs apart. You moan as he aligned himself between your spread legs.

He rocks his hips against yours. The friction of his sloppy cock making contact with your dripping pussy was making you get turned on.

Sylus was already hard. He slicked his cock on your pussy, rubbing himself back and forth until he felt it was good enough.

“Sylus! just put it i-inngh?!”

Sylus thrusted his cock in your hole, not even half his length was inside you and your cunt looked like it was about to rip off any second now.

“Shit…you’re so tight, are you a virgin?” Sylus moaned, pushing more of his length inside you. You shook your head and thrusted yourself in him.

“You sure?”

“I promise!” You whined. Soft begging filled the room and you were getting more desperate by the second. Your hips buck at the feeling of his tip reaching your cervix and continuously pound into it.

“Sylus more!”

“More? Beg then.”

“P-please mo—mmph” your begging was interrupted when sylus’ fingers shoved deep into your throat. He gave you a warning glance and that’s when you knew what was going on.

His daughter came home, earlier than expected.

“Dad?! Where are you?” His daughter yelled. Her muffled voice sounded like it was getting closer and closer.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Give me two minutes, yeah?” Sylus yelled back. He continued to pound into you as his daughter's footsteps faded away.

Sylus pulled his fingers out of you, a gasp escaped your lips as you beg for release already. He nods and thrusts himself into you one last time, letting pleasure spark through you as a streak of cum pools out of him.

He placed his fingers between your cunt and stretched it out, watching his and your cum stream out of you.

He pulled away and plopped on top of you.

“How am I going to leave?” You chuckle, pushing his head away from your chest. He groans and hugs you again.

“Just stay the night, I'll tell my daughter I started seeing you.”

part 4 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[ultimatebottom69]

Tbh her revenge against Luka...Doesn't work the way she wanted...He grew up in the cage. He is not like her or Till or many of the kids.

Luka is a fucking bio-creature. No parents. The only love, true love, he ever had. Be it platonic or more is purely up to interpretation (it's not, it's romantic, you blind people-) so...Per fucking definition. Luka is not a caged bird. He is a born caged bird. A domesticated, bred to be a cage bird ( he wasn't even bred)

And now put it in context but Hyuna's revenge is shallow. I mean ok. You died. Cool. Hum...You do realize you are in the stage where the ALNST final was played 2 minutes ago...So at least 200 aliens are watching...You killed the robots but they will absolutely send more. And your resistance guys can't shoot for shit...One of them killed you. The chief.

And since I know ALNST. Luka has no more values ina narrative purpose no matter how I spin it. So he gonna croak because i highly doubt that Mizi will die ever.

So he will not live to suffer...Well more. I mean i doubt his congenital heart will survive seeing his only coping mechanism fucking die. Let's not even talk about his asthma. Who i remind everyone...Activate when stressed. Oh and bad blood circulation so any hope of him being able to live with the rebellion to any capacity is scarce.

Anyway sorry for yapping on your great post. I just needed to share how much this decision makes so much sense because it is very human reaction and is in perfect alignement to the little character we were showed....

I love how ALNST portrays the coexistence of hate and love in the main relationships, just like those "Hatred is easier than a vague word such as love" photocards. And grief these characters have to go through and how they handle it because this series focuses on how people live on after they experience loss, in their own ways each of these standees represent that grief and the intricacies of their complicated relationships. All of my ships are divorced

I hope the mixed feelings Mizi has for Sua are elaborated on more in the future. Mizi had been almost, if not entirely, dependent on Sua in their time together. Sua was there to fill the gap of loneliness Shine left Mizi with after she was sent to Anakt garden alone. Sua taught her a lot and helped her study. Sua protected Mizi from the world and kept them safe in their bubble. She was someone who Mizi looked up to like her god; her faith in Sua and the love she had for her was like a religion. Sua was always there for her, and Mizi was happy to blindly follow her. And she left Mizi exposed and vulnerable like an abandoned fawn when suddenly, all of that was gone, and Sua was dead.

It would be interesting if it's confirmed that Mizi resented Sua after. In round 5, Luka's relentless taunting caused her to lash out, but Mizi wasn't angry at Luka; that anger, that despair, was her pouring out her feelings toward Sua because of Sua's death. After being taunted with the familiar comfort of Sua's presence, with the fact, that some of the happiness in Sua's smile could have been fake while she was unaware.

The thing is, Mizi and Sua had been the closest to each other for so long, but Mizi had little to no insight into who Sua really was or what she was really thinking. Other than some brief instances where she would perceive Sua, she knew Sua was a little quiet, probably a little gloomy, but didn't second guess her at all, knowing Sua wasn't mean to her. And she trusted in the fact that Sua didn't have bad intentions. Mizi could've never guessed that this would be the result, could never catch onto that emotional distance Sua had intentionally kept between them. When Mizi comes to an understanding that Sua knew what would happen all along. that's where the hurt stems from. Sua's actions, leaving Mizi in the dark and not being truly open, are a part of her coping mechanism/way of protecting herself. Sua wanted to shield Mizi so desperately, to shield her own heart from the fear of living aimlessly and in constant anxiety, that she had been content to die like this, to leave Mizi in this kind of disarray, even when she knew to some degree and was sad that her death could possibly subject Mizi to this kind of suffering, to having come to terms with those complicated feelings and it did crush Mizi as it all went down.

Mizi had the resilience to get back up and keep moving forward without Sua. As much as Mizi adored her, as much as she is making amazing progress in liberating herself from that past, who knows if she's moved from that yet, if she's forgiven Sua yet, the hurt from having been lied to for all that time. The betrayal of that trust Mizi had naively placed onto Sua, as if Mizi never even knew her in the first place. In some artworks, Sua is so distant from Mizi, even though they're always the most intimate, there is a clear disconnect as if Sua is a figment of Mizi's imagination, stagnant in the only way Mizi knew her, and she never changes. And Mizi suffers from the fact that she can't embrace that memory of Sua the way she used to. The standee similarly portrays this; Sua is simply hovering over her and watching in an eerie, enigmatic way. Yet Sua's presence is a comfort Mizi can't let go of even when it hurts that it isn't the same as it used to be. Even when the innocence of their bond is tainted by the understanding Mizi has now, she can't reject her. Mizi is nothing if not completely devoted to Sua, even to the end.

my ivantilll... my curevantill

Ivan and Till's push-pull, hate-love dynamic has been apparent even in childhood, and this standee says a lot about that dynamic, especially regarding round 6 obv. From Till's perspective, Ivan confused him, provoked him a lot, and fought with him a lot, but Ivan was also someone he considered a friend. Someone in his life that he cared about because despite their fighting they also shared quiet moments, Ivan was there for Till when it mattered (for comfort, even), where Till would've otherwise been alone, Ivan was always with him, those were memories Till would cherish even if he didn't show how much he cared to Ivan directly.

His despair going into round 6 wasn't just because of Mizi's disappearance, he hadn't expected he and Ivan would be in a position where they'd have to compete, and faced with the decision of having to either compete to win against his last friend, after losing all will to live, or to forfeit his own life, once he couldn't keep going anymore and stopped singing, Till had the intent to give up. Only for Ivan to make the final decision for him and forfeit his own life in such a brutal way right in front of Till. Even though there is little said about his perspective at the time as of now, To me, it seems like Till wanted to make that choice, but Ivan effectively yanked Till out of his own head to be bombarded with the confusing mix of gentleness and violence as the full force of Ivan's complicated feelings were thrown at him, and then to face the reality that Ivan is dead and he is alone.

Till has been oppressed by the aliens all his life, and he's always fighting them for the right to his agency and freedom. Till's anger comes from Ivan's selfishness in that moment -(How could you do that and just leave me behind? kind of sentiment), the way Ivan took away Till's choice in the situation, the one time he ever willingly withheld Till's freedom was because of an impulsive action that Till can't begin to understand, everything happened too fast, Ivan had no idea what he was doing either and was erratic with it. With that, the questions and the feelings Ivan left him to figure out on his own afterwards were too much for Till to confront after having averted his attention from them for the longest time, that's why the weight of Ivan's feelings, the reality of it all outside of Till's head, metaphorically and quite literally weigh on Till to the point of breaking him.

Ivan's affections and lesser acknowledged feelings for Till clash and often contradict himself. His hold on Till in the standee is gentle and not at all, all at the same time. It's so fascinating to me how it can look like Ivan is trying to be comforting in a very (Ivan-typical) pushy or forceful/hostile manner because he wants to show he cares, however, he has never been the best at expressing himself, and Till is sensitive, but far more prone to avoidance or biting back in response to confronting the vulnerability of his own emotions. Because of this, they misunderstood each other's intentions a lot in the past, and Till doesn't know what went on in Ivan's head when he did what he did, but that confusion scares Till. The way they're positioned with Ivan gripping Till so he's forced to face him and Till being frightened by what he sees, too angry and too shocked to properly express himself, they're two forces pushing and pulling at each other (almost like they're fighting, in my opinion. It's also a show of their complicated dynamic because of their fundamental misunderstanding of each other) Even Ivan's lack of expression to Till's reaction to him is interesting to me. Sure enough, he supports Till while he's collapsing and pushing back, but staring down on him in an odd way (much like that frame from blink gone with his face, it's intimidating and observant), Ivan was unconvinced his actions would impact Till. And now, he doesn't register Till's feelings in the moment. He's under the impression that Till can just "move on" after that, as if forcing Till to live on in his stead would really not shake him, as if all that time they used to spend together realistically could've possibly meant nothing to Till. This standee is so symbolic and just as confusing as them, and Till's waist is mesmerizing (gets shot)

HyuLuka's standee shows their dynamic so well; HyunA is avoidant and not facing Luka. Instead, she faces forward and looks past Luka the same way she does with everything that holds her back. To keep moving forward, she tried suppressing her emotions, avoiding confronting her past. She wants to move on. However, she's standing still and has a hand on Luka's head to silently comfort him (not even gripping his head, just resting her hand there) because, despite all of those years, after being forced to live on in her grief and her suffering, HyunA has grown, but she hadn't truly "moved on" from her past with Hyunwoo or Luka, until she met Mizi. Even though HyunA didn't want to face her past and those repressed emotions before, when she started coming to terms, she couldn't help but reach out like it's instinct, like she did when they were kids. because she can't help but still love and care for him, her revenge, albeit intentionally cruel, is also an example of this.

This also shows another instance of Luka's dependence on her; Luka clings to HyunA like a child, much like he always does. He doesn't acknowledge that HyunA has changed or how his actions could've affected her in childhood. Because he's utterly devoted to her and desperate for the comfort of knowing they are "together" always. Through what little scraps he can get to remind himself of her existence, like with those posters, and so he never grows out of his childish indifference as long as he can continue depending on her

HyunA's revenge is one effective torture method for Luka, because it's reiterated time and time again that she knows who luka is, she knows about all of this and took that comfort away from him in the most brutal way, so Luka can't deny it, because the truth is right in front of him. It's a big question of whether Luka can ever symbolically leave that "bird cage" and learn to live on his own without continuing to use HyunA as his coping mechanism. Depending on what Luka does with those final words she left him with, he can come to an understanding and agree to move forward or continue obsessively clinging to the only comfort he's known for years, just like he is in this standee

I also find it interesting how HyunA's role is set up in depictions like this (and I find that Hyuluka frame from sweet dream to be similar in a way), with the clear leverage she has over Luka, who doesn't care about the danger because he loves her so much more than he cares about himself, (Just like the way he does register the gun pressed to his head in wiege, but still moves towards HyunA) but she never does "kill" him even though she has the knife over his head (or in more symbolic ways, give in to the hatred she wants to feel for him) and she doesn't abandon Luka. Even though she has the choice to do both, she doesn't because she loves him. She can't stand to look at him smile at her cruelty, so she just stares at him with that vacant look that appears sometimes, like in All-in when she's experiencing ptsd and she can't even move until Mizi starts shooting at the robot guards, so she just absently stays. It really speaks to HyunA's nature. She's endlessly compassionate. She doesn't want to stop loving as a human because she can't stop loving.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

this post was such an eye opener, making a vow to make them both mentally unstable now

but how do u think one can tread the line of not making sirius seem too irrationally emotional? bc that is lowkey part of his character, right, really strong emotions and at times low emotional regulation? but i also see the point that in a wolfstar characterisation where hes alr depicted like the girl of the relationship it just makes him seem hysterical etc (and remus is a more calm/introverted/level-headed character, maybe its about not making him seem like he needs to look out for sirius/ is responsible for sirius' emotions??)

(also u dont need to answer this ik ur really not that into wolfstar, im just pondering)

!! okay SO, sirius' emotional irrational-ness is with reason (the reason being that he was abused) and i think when everyone likes to just gloss over that is when you get the man child that is fanon sirius black. he does things that are "bad" or not justified and i think the main thing for me is that he's very self aware. he is emotionally intelligent, idr where exactly but when he talks to the trio there's a lot of moments of that - and even without it, surviving a mother like walburga black requires emotional intelligence - so him acting whatever won't result in him being a brat, it'll result in him contemplating and learning (changing or not depends on the characterization, i suppose).

thatt being said, i think it's unfair to say that low emotional regulation is part of his character - everything we see of him is after getting his soul sucked out, his worst memories thrown in his face and complete social isolation for thirteen years. he's "dramatic" for the way he is at the end of poa ("only one will die tonight") but he's likely been talking to the walls for the last decade, and in gof? i think the only thing i remember is him sneaking into hogsmeade or something, which, again, he was on the run, he had no friends or family, it's unfair to say he was being reckless when all he wanted was a normal fucking conversation with the person he broke out of prison for. then there's ootp, which, like, come on, saying he was being unfair there is like . genuinely insane. he was living nightmare after nightmare and still managed to host everyone for christmas and be happy (occasionally). post azkaban he can be unjust, sure, but pre azkaban he must've had excellent emotional regulation for him to remain sane after going through so much

i think with wolfstar, then, it's more remus understanding where sirius is coming from (which no one in fanon EVER seems to do), giving him space and leaving a plate by his bedside table when sirius doesn't want to talk to anyone. a lot of fanon either comes across as either remus just belittling his traumacluster of a boyfriend or someone taking care of a child, and not that being taken care of by your partner isn't 100% valid, it's just that i doubt sirius would be open to it the way it is

[storiesaplenty]

Purple (pt 5)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f/Reader

Call of Duty Masterlist

Jelly Bracelets Masterlist - Simon "Ghost" Riley x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. This story will eventually be smut.

WC: 1024

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2025: do not repost or translate my work. Do not use AI on my work.This is the only place I post my work.

You are old friend of Simon's, who he always visits when he is comes back home on leave. During one of your visits, he notices the new bracelets you won during a hen night. Knowing what the colours were always rumoured to mean, Simon snaps one, wondering what you will do. You decide the play along, due to your long-time crush you have on him.

Purple - wearer is willing to kiss a partner of either sex

When I got the voicemail the next morning with her cancelling our lunch, I knew something was up. I could tell by the way how her voice sounded.

I tried calling her, but it just kept going straight to voicemail, which could only mean two things.

One, she is actually not feeling well and is sleeping.

Or two, she is purposely sending me to voicemail.

I will have to go with the second one.

I thought about going to her place, but if she is avoiding me, I will need to give her a bit of time to get over whatever is going on with her.

Her avoiding me put me in a bad mood. Even when I was out with the guys, drinking before we went on our next mission.

"What is up your arse?" Johnny questioned as he took a sip of his beer.

"Nothin." I grunted, not wanting to get into it with him or anyone else.

"Does it have something to do with her?" Gaz said, pointing behind me. I turned my body to see her standing there, laughing at something one of her friends, Nicole, said to her.

"I'll be right back." I mumbled, ignoring the looks between the three of them as Price has now joined us.

People moved out of my way in the crowded pub, but she didn't notice me heading her way, but Nicole sure as hell did.

I watched Nicole's mouth say something as she waved at me. Nicole and the others left her alone as she turned around to look at me, but once she realised how close I was to her, she looked anywhere else but me.

I gently grabbed her elbow, wanting her to feel at ease, but she pulled her arm back.

"Can we talk? Outside" I asked her, and she shook her head no, confusing me even further.

"I am not asking now. We are going outside to talk, and you are going to tell me what the hell I did wrong."

She refused to move, but I just lifted her over my shoulder, not the first time I ever did this to her at this pub, so the people are used to this between us.

Once we were outside, I placed her on her feet, mumbling that she better not run away, and she didn't.

"Now are you going to tell me why you have been ignoring me or do I have to guess?" I crossed my arms over my chest. I watched her eyes zone in on my arms, and I swear she bit her bottom lip.

"Whatever this is." She gestured between the two of us. "Needs to stop."

"Come on now, love. Not having fun? I sure am."

"Simon, I am being serious." She crossed her arms, mad, but to me she looked adorable.

"Love, I thought we were just having fun."

"Well, it got a bit complicated."

"How could it be complicated? We are just two friends having a good time." I told her, not noticing how her face seemed to fall when I called us friends.

"Just friends huh?" She softly asked, and I took that as a hint that I could place my hands on her.

I placed my hands on her hips, gripping her softly, leaning down so our lips were just barely touching.

I couldn't help but crave her kiss.

"Now, now Si, if we are going to continue playing this game, you know what to do." She held up her arm, and I snapped the purple one.

Purple, the wearer is willing to kiss a partner of either sex.

Knowing that there was no one else around for her to kiss, I snapped it.

The moment it was in my hand, she pushed me away and walked back inside the pub, as I stood there dumbfounded.

I walked as quickly as I could back into the pub, and to my utter shock, there she was kissing Gaz. Soap and Price were sitting there, in shock as we watched the two of them make out.

I only saw red as I walked out of the pub, because if I didn't, I was going to leave with bloody fists.

I heard her running after me, shouting my name, but it is now my turn to ignore her.

I walked past my car, not wanting to drive it as I have drank a few beers already.

"Will you slow down or stop!" She called out to me. I didn't even respond, I just kept walking.

I felt her hand grab mine, asking me to stop once more. I stopped and turned around to face her, as she was trying to catch her breath.

"What the hell was that?" I had to calm down before we have a screaming match. It wouldn't be the first time, and I really don't feel like having one now.

"I did what you picked. Thought we were just having fun, as friends." She said, throwing my words back in my face.

"Out of anyone in that pub, you picked Gaz to make out with, even though I was right there."

"This is all a game, isn't it though, Simon? I can make out with anyone, or hook up with them if I want too."

"I am not saying you can't." I was lying through my teeth, and she knew it.

"Good, I do not need your permission, and maybe..." She trailed off.

"Maybe? Maybe what?"

"Maybe we should take a step back from whatever this is."

"I am going on another mission. I'll be leaving in a couple of days." I informed her, before she could say anymore.

"I don't want us to be fighting while you are gone."

"Neither do I love. Is it okay if I come by tomorrow and we talk?"

She hesitated before nodding her head yes.

"Go back to your friends. I'll be fine walking home."

I watched her walk back toward the pub, making sure she got back there safe.

Once I knew she was back inside, I walked to my place, wondering if she will be hooking up with Gaz tonight.

Pink (4) ♡ White (6) - coming soon

Tag list: @skeletonsucker @oviliish @krisbang47

[the-bi-space-ace]

Call When You Need Me - Part 2

Read Part 1 Here

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Relationship: Echo & Rex, Echo & Hunter

Words: 1,952

Summary: Echo wakes up in med-bay. Rex isn't very happy with him.

Soooooooo I said I would work on Part 2 for this and I may have written it in literally a day.... this is definitely getting polished up and posted to Ao3 eventually because I love this concept too much to let it go.

Warnings for some tough love, discussions of injury, and brief mention of past traumatic events. also for copious amounts of ‘dad’ coming from Rex.

Tags for people I think may want to read it: @phantom-of-the-501st @girloffourhouses @saturn-sends-hugs @spicy-tomato-sauce @writingmonet @julijuli77

When Echo woke his mouth felt dry, eyes bleary as they stared at a grey ceiling. His body ached, pain swelling in every muscle. Nothing compared to the hot white pain of his abdomen but he didn’t have the strength to move his own hand. Looking around he could spot familiarity. The makeshift med-bay of their safe house surrounded him, supplies and machines scattered around the room. The cot underneath of him was made of thin materials they scrounged together. Not the most comfortable but not terrible. His armor was stacked in neat piles in the corner, clothes laid out on one of the desks that he could likely change into when he moved on from this, and next to that was his comm. What he was mainly interested in was the captain who pulled him off of that frozen planet, tapping away at a datapad in the chair beside his bed. 

“Still working, huh?” Echo asked. Rex’s head perked up as soon as he heard his voice. He sat the datapad down, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the cot, hands clasped together. The once over he gave was an appraisal of his state, and Echo didn’t even grumble as Rex’s fingers traveled over the pulse point on his wrist or the delicate skin under his eyes, testing the area for pain. By the ache Echo assumed he was bruised from the crash even there. Looking down now he saw the purple and red marks along his arm, likely more laid under the thin gown they’d dressed him in. Echo almost asked to see the wound in his abdomen but he didn’t want to see hurt bloom on Rex’s face while he obliged. 

Confident he wasn’t going to disappear Rex sat back, hands clasped together. “What happened out there?” 

For a long moment Echo didn’t answer. The lump in his throat - one he didn’t understand - made it difficult to. Eventually he had to shrug. “I got caught, the ship was shot down, I lost some time.” Rex waited like there was more but Echo didn’t continue, just stared at him, willing the panic slowly rising from his chest to slow. 

“That’s it? Nothing else you want to talk about?” Rex asked, nothing accusatory. Just the simple question, one that Echo vehemently disregarded with a sharp shake of his head. Frustrated, Rex stood, hands on his hips as he paced. “I completed the mission.” Echo didn’t want it to sound so small but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He followed orders, did his job, followed protocol. 

”That’s not-” Rex rubbed a hand down his face. It took him a moment to compose himself before he sat down again. His face was painfully neutral. Echo braced for the worst. “Why didn’t you call for help?”

Don’t think about the cold.

”I couldn't compromise the mission.” 

”Bullshit, Echo, that’s bullshit.” Rex sighed, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. They sat there, Rex mulling over his words and Echo refusing to speak, neither of them quite bridging the gap of understanding. Eventually he pulled his hand away from his mouth, pressing his lips together. “I’m in hyperspace, thinking this mission has gone off without a hitch, then I get a message.” 

“I didn’t mean-”

”It’s Hunter.“ Rex rolled over him, eyes piercing into his own as that anxiety crawled higher. “He asks me where you are, if I’m with you. When I say no he tells me he’s talking to you and you sound hurt. Imagine how shocked I was when I checked your tracker and you’re on a random planet midway through its winter.” Desperately he wished to be able to get up and walk away. Shame wrapped around his throat, trying not to lose his composure already. He couldn’t explain why he was so trapped in that moment, still feeling as though he’d been writhing under the metal pole trying to break free. 

With a deep breath Echo considered him. Same buzzed hair, same strength, same eyes, but Rex seemed older at this moment. Worried, frustrated. 

“My ship fell out of hyperspace, I can’t control that.” He croaked. Rex’s eyes softened but he worked overtime to keep his expression hardened otherwise. 

His eyes always did give him away. 

“You could’ve called me to help. Did you think I would just leave you there?” Rex asked. 

”No, I was…” It was his turn to feel frustrated. Lacking the words he really wanted, fighting that ball of hot discomfort that kept trying to wrestle itself free. Why couldn’t Rex just drop it? Let him stew in this feeling alone and accept his answers. “The mission is more important than me, Rex. It has to be.” 

“So you’re just willing to throw your own life away, even when you don’t have to.” Ice flooded through Echo’s veins, eyes widening at the stony neutrality on Rex’s face.

“That’s not what this is.” 

“Then tell me what’s going on with you.” Rex asked. Echo huffed, confused, cornered. As if he’d gotten the reaction he wanted Rex leaned forward, eyebrows lifting. “If what we’re doing is for the clones then that means all of us. It means you, too.”

“We know what we’re signing up for. We lose people, that's what happens.” Echo tried to talk with his hand, gesture to get his point across, but his arm broke out in pins and needles. Too early to move, then. 

”But we don’t have to. There are times that we can save each other. Mission or not.” Rex readjusted, folding his arms over his chest. “Why didn’t you call me?”  

Echo’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know.”

”Don’t lie to me. I know you better than that.” Their standoff was coming to a halt, that much Echo knew. He hadn’t been able to win one, yet, regardless of how much he tried. Rex wasn’t a captain for no reason. He fought his way there through grit and grime and made himself who he is today. Echo, while stubborn, wasn’t ever quite able to get him to back down. Maybe he should feel more grateful for that but, at this moment, all he wanted to do was throttle him. 

Echo swallowed around that pesky lump, clearing his throat to try and sound more put together. ”It was so cold. Like the chamber they kept me in on Skako. And the pain…It felt just like it did then. I couldn’t move, I was t-trapped, ugh.” He turned away as much as he could. Shame burned his face. He was meant to be over this. It was so long ago now. The gentle touch on the back of his hand made him jump but Rex’s fingers persisted, turning his hand so it was palm up. Fingertips slid across the expanse of his palm, drawing little shapes in distraction. He let a breath out through his nose. “Calling Hunter, I just wanted… needed someone and I dialed a number. The pain was so much, Rex. You were on a mission too and I just… I couldn’t risk fucking it up and sacrificing more clones. Not for me.” He found it within himself to turn back to Rex, despite how glossy and red his eyes must look, only to meet the sympathetic gaze of his captain. “I wasn’t sure if anyone had tried to follow me, but if you’d gotten away I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, too. The network needs you, Rex.”

”It needs you, too. So do I.” Rex reassured, squeezing his hand. “I will come for you, no matter where you are. I’m not leaving you behind, I won’t make that mistake again.”  

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” Echo insisted, sniffing. The room was much less stuffy now that Rex wasn’t playing ‘bad captain’. Gaining some affection in the process was a decent plus, even if his body still felt like it had been hit by a speeder. Echo glanced down at where the rest of his body disappeared under the blanket. “How bad is it?” 

“We patched you up but you’ll be on strict orders to rest until we’re happy with your recovery.” Rex smiled when he rolled his eyes. Still somehow endeared to his whining about rest. 

“I could suggest a good spot to recuperate, if you’re in need of one, captain.” Hunter’s tired voice scared the living hell out of him, body jolting at the interruption. Whipping his head around the room he found no one else, but his eyes landed on the comm, sitting there as if it hadn’t been touched in ages. 

“Have you been there this whole time?” Echo hissed, shaking out his shoulders as best he could to rid himself of the momentary shock. 

“You told me not to hang up.” Hunter yawned. He must’ve been there for hours. However long it took them to get back here, not to mention the time in surgery, the time unconscious. All of that just to sit and wait, idly chat with Rex or Cody while they waited to figure out what would happen. There was a deep ache in his chest then, one that brought that thickness back to his throat and burned his eyes.  

“I think leave would do you some good.” Rex mentioned with a tilt of his head. 

Echo scoffed. “Great, now you’re both ganging up on me.”  

To his credit, Rex did smile, fond. “I’m not kicking you out. When you’re healed and ready again, give me a call. Instead of letting yourself bleed out in the cold.” It wasn’t an ask but Rex had a way of phrasing it like one. Making Echo think he was making the decision. He may have let the moment draw out a little, just to keep up the facade that he was in fact the one in charge here, then sigh, head swiveling towards the comm.  

“You didn’t let anyone call dibs on my bed, did you?” The gentle chuckle through the speaker drew his own smile into the light. 

“It was touch and go there for a minute but it’s safe.” Hunter’s voice was gruff, thick with exhaustion. He’d really sat there waiting, huh? The thought warmed the parts of him that were still touched by the planet’s icy storm. 

“I’ll get some of your stuff ready to go.” Rex squeezed his hand once more then let it go, stopping to smooth out some of the blankets where they’d been disturbed, brow pinched in concern. “Taking a break doesn’t mean you’re not a part of this. You always have been. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if it weren’t for you.” 

“You get on just fine but… thanks.” Echo muttered, embarrassed by the praise. Somehow Rex always managed to do that at just the right moments. Knowing he’d gotten what he wanted Rex grinned then left them alone, the door sliding shut behind him. Echo let a few seconds of silence pass before addressing Hunter again. “Looks like I’m coming to you.”

“Want me to tell them or do you want it to be a surprise?” Hunter asked. Relief peppered his voice. 

“I do like keeping them on their toes.” He could see it now. All of them shocked he’d made it there without spilling it, half mad yet letting it go because their time was always short. That made his chest hurt, thinking about how little time they always had. He’d try not to mention it this trip. Who knew how long it would take to make a full recovery. As composed as he could he cleared his throat, voice choked. “I’ve missed you. All of you.” 

Hunter let out a sigh but he sounded no less tremulous. “Then get your ass in gear.”

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I WANNA KNOW MORE AN UR FISHERMAN PLASMA AU AAH

hiii new mutal!!! before i say anything i want to say that my au is heavily (excuse my poor english) inspired by pirate au that belongs to @enavstars and another jaya fisherman au that belongs to @calypsolemon you shoudl totally check them out too!!

anyways, in my fisher man au jay is collage drop out who over took after his dad the family bussines after his dad had an accident while fishing and cant work anymore. he isnt happy but he needs to make living for his parents now. he everyday brings fish to a local old butcher wu who is considered wierd and unaprochable, but to jay he seems like a really sweet grandpa. the rumors say he used to teach fighting techniques back in his youth. Cole is a lumberjack (i think thats what its cald... its a throw back to an original show after seson 3 when the ninja team split) and jays bestfriend since high school!! zane is a weird sone fo a retired doctor julien who lives in the glass house, zane was home schooled (he is human in this au so is pixal) and is pretty socialy akward. jay knows him a little since he went to his dad for tuttoring when he was aplying for collages and cole has a slight crush on him but never got a currage to talk to him. lloyd is a student in a private school and comes to his uncles (wus) shop to do his home work before his dad can pick him up with his "friend" harumi, while kai and nya are sirens. every other role is minor like skylor is a chef of a resturant that buys from wu (they make so much sushi) and pixal is jays friend from collage that jay didnt cut off when he dropped out. morro is included but he is away probably studing or something... (lazy, havent tought about it yet) but back to lore!! jay was on his boat fishing late at night. He is scared since many fisherman went missing latly and the time of his dads accident doesnt add up.... they said the waves tipped of his boat and he had to get injured by some rocks... but the sea was calm that night- and his dad injury looked like somone took a bite out of his leg!! as he thinks sudently something hits his boat from the bottom! getting startled he tought its justa big fish... a big fish trying to tip over his boat. he think quickly and trows the net into the water and pulls... something catched! when he looked it was a brown haired siren (aka kai) biting the nett wiggling trying to free himself, in a panick he drops the nett with the siren. the siren beaks free and tries to sing but he hits it oar before waddling away the fastest he can. next day he told everything to cole who of course didnt belive him. but jay knew... that siren must be the reson fishermen are going missing! and probably the one who caused his dads accident taking a chomp out of his leg!! they talk as they walk to wus shop with what he menaged to catch before getting attacted by the creature while bickering. As they enter jays heart sinks... at the desk sits no other then the siren... with an ice pack pressed against their forehead. as jay looses his breath wu introduces kai as his friends son who will stay here for the summer working for wu. before jay can couse a scene the siren who also recognized jay goes to hide in the back. thats it for now... its kinda hate to love relationships, definitly a slow burn. i woudl meaby post it on AO3 but i like never written anything in my life :pp and i dont even know how to start. once again sorry for my bad grammar!! if you have any other qyestions the box is always open ^^

bad jay doodles cus im to lazy to draw digitaly :<

[wizardsix]

wizardsix's incomprehensible review of kcd2's writing

(I'll be honest this isn't as much of a proper review as i wish i could write, maybe one day i'll rewrite this with a newfound professionalism but for now i just wanted to make one big post on why I personally think the writing is so good in general as someone who appreciates the craft and studies it... everything under the cut for kcd1&2 spoilers. 4.1k words and divided for easier reading. thanks in advance for your time)

brief lore

so i've been playing kcd2 pretty much every day since it dropped, did my first playthrough in under 5 days with little sleep and let me tell you. I have been completely cured of everything that was causing me grief for the entirety of january which involved my own personal art/writing, and honestly this game dropped at a perfect time to rip me out of my self-induced misery.

despite my love for fantasy and historical settings, I didn't expect much when I first played kcd1. I thought it was just a medieval times war simulator for repressed men, but I had to give it a try. obviously, I'm glad I was wrong, and I actually realized this around the time you go back to skalitz for henry's parents and after I played theresa's dlc. I realized there might actually be care put into the writing, into the reality of war instead of glorifying it with another peasant-turned-knight story. kcd1 did an incredible job of immersing you into the role of henry, an average peasant, son of a blacksmith. he's not some secretly skilled dragonborn waiting to be awakened to save the world, he's just a boy who was thrown into the fray years before he was ready... kcd1 was good. i really enjoyed playing it and experiencing such a unique game. it was an impressive ambition especially with the limited budget they had. maybe it could stand to be condensed, but as an act 1 it's incredibly engaging at the beginning and end, creating a strong foundation and lot of anticipation for kcd2.

authenticity is king

what makes a good story? a question that can be debated until the end of time. its complicated. its simple. its completely subjective. but as corny as it sounds, the truth i believe is a good story has soul in it. it's something i will believe until i die. a good story has something to say, something that needs to be said no matter how silly or serious it is. and even if the result is ugly, bad art with soul will never truly be bad. and i'm not here to preach anything or glaze companies like warhorse and even larian, because no one is safe from criticism (i have especially torn into larian myself over certain issues), but this universal praise we see isn't undeserved, and we should celebrate the fuck out of good games when we get them.

kcd2, i believe, has easily become one of the greatest games of all time. and it's simply because, at its core, the writing of kcd is human. this is unfortunately something very easily forgotten when swept up in numbers and trends. but kcd is not trying to be something it isn't. the writers had a very clear vision of the story they wanted to tell from the start and made absolutely 0 sacrifices for trends and culture wars.

the writing is mature, it respects your intelligence and doesn't have to spell everything out. serious moments actually feel tense, the humour is woven in well without being out of place, and something i consider a true miracle is that they don't force quippy lines out of every character. the dialogue is believable enough where it's not too incomprehensibly archaic or too jarringly modern. the characters are not all that self aware and don't pull therapy speak out of their asses. every single character has depth from the major characters to even the minor npcs. the world is so full of personality and charm that i didn't mind sitting around with npcs to just listen to them talk about their mundane lives or observe their daily routines. i even found myself caring about the most insignificant npcs. like i failed the fight dirty quest bc i banished hired hand stanley to hell for bullying my boy tobias 'darling' and his dog. such a minor npc but i felt like i had to do something to help even if the game didn't acknowledge it. and to me, if a game makes you feel something and follows you well after it's over, it's doing something right.

at the time of writing this i'm on my 3rd playthrough. 200+ hours and i'm still discovering new npcs, dialogue, quests, locations, and outcomes. 2.2 million words sounds like too much, it makes you wonder if its justified, but i can confidently say it is. warhorse made no sacrifices to be like other games. their vision remained strong from beginning to end, and now if they so choose to, kcd3 has a very strong foundation and limitless potential for henry's story to branch off into. and if not, i have no doubt whatever warhorse writes next, whether it's about henry, medieval bohemia, or another historical setting completely, will be a masterpiece.

wait... you're just like me?

every single character in kcd has flaws and some fuck up immensely, which many people might be annoyed w but it's something I love and find lacking in a lot of stories. you can't pin a single character down as "good" or "evil" and they put an emphasis on this when confronting istvan, erik, markvart, drinking w the cumans, staying in trosky, exposing semine, spying on the praguers, and through a bunch of minor npc conflicts... all of these situations are not clear-cut and every single character involved have reasons for fighting, and you fear the prospect that they're right.

what do you do when the enemy looks and feels like you do? how do you judge someone in any way that matters without condemning yourself too? the game asks questions and does not give you an answer. at least not one that will satisfy everyone. such is life. and that's what i love about this game. i love when writers aren't afraid to make their characters so viscerally human. I love how no one is immune to their desires, to all the fuck ups and deception. everyone is bound to fuck up no matter how careful they are. fuck ups that seem so easily avoided if they did one thing differently or were more cautious of who they worked with. you'd think even the most cunning and experienced could avoid it but even they mess up, and kcd doesn't try to show off or give anyone immunity in manipulation and morality. it's as markvart said, "under all the armour and finery you will only ever find a man" (and my god, what a scene. I believe the entire conversation w markvart is the heart of the story. but my words won't do it justice, please go watch it it's incredibly written and acted).

so... why did i care about some npc with 3 lines enough to fail a quest and risk getting arrested for him? well, because his story hit home. it's a rarity that writers care enough about the little people to show the beauty of the mundane and the humanity of even the most revered. kcd breaks the illusion that people in the past were so different from us today and tells us point blank that we are here today because the fight for life and love is endless.

things worth living for

kcd puts you into the body of a boy who had everything taken from him, and from the moment he regains consciousness he's ready to throw himself back at the enemy to avenge his parents. it's a pretty hopeless thing to do. what can one blind man do against an army? what can one weary woman do in the ruins of her home but try to save at least one more soul, even at the cost of her own? kcd shows the gruesome and hopeless reality of war... but it also does a good job of showing the importance of people.

henry has few people left in his life, but two haunt the corners of his mind; his parents, we know this very well. they are the driving force of why he fights and they remain important instead of being used as fuel for his story. it may seem insignificant, but i really appreciate that they didn't pull a "radzig didn't want henry or care about henry's mother and lied to martin the whole time" and "martin abandoned sara and samuel for another family", i feel it would've been too much for henry to have more guilt and anger over his parents and then a tense relationship w radzig/samuel on top. what would be the point in learning about his real father and step brother, only to end up resenting them? there's a lot of dark shit going on and it's good to have some genuine familial relationships once in a while.

there's no malicious reason why martin and radzig couldn't raise their biological sons, and if they could, they would have, but they tried to do the best they could for henry given the circumstances, and you wouldn't even doubt for a second that martin would've loved sam if things were different. it's bittersweet and feels real. there's no need for a big plot twist of "martin was a bad man actually" after everyone spoke so fondly of him. and i appreciate that warhorse doesn't pull plot twists out of nowhere. it's good that henry has hans, sam, radzig, and godwin to rely on and untainted memories of his parents. it's good that despite everything, henry is able to hold onto the blue skies overhead, green grass underfoot, beautiful girls, good wine, a few good friends, and a fine steed under his backside.

... speaking of godwin, i want to briefly mention just how good of a secondary pov character he was. when i first played i was a little confused as to why him, mostly bc i didn't drink w him in the first game so i didn't know shit about him. but godwin makes a very compelling and fun secondary pov character as a noble war veteran turned priest that has absolutely no involvement in henry's life aside from drinking with him once but is now compelled to look out for him simply because he likes him (and bc it was asked of him but he does care shh). and it's not like his purpose was to babysit henry the whole time, he's given his own personal obstacles when he has to face his father in raborsch, who berates him in front of everyone with no shame, to the italian job where his father finally acknowledges that he was wrong about godwin. kcd2 gives this hedonistic priest a whole new layer of depth one couldn't have deduced based off his behaviour from the first game. it's truly incredible to see how a little care can go really far for even the most seemingly unimportant npcs like godwin or even liechtenstein. all in all, i really enjoyed playing as godwin and he was the perfect choice for a secondary pov character.

i could go on forever about the supporting characters, but i need to move onto the elephant in the room now: henry and hans.

those guys

henry and hans are so fascinating to me. it's been a good while since i've seen such deep and complex characters where even their failures are exciting to witness because you just know this will only strengthen them as people. the reason why, for me at least, it means a lot that warhorse wrote such a beautiful relationship between two men is bc they're written as people first. henry and hans are two characters that Can stand on their own but become stronger together. two young men who come from completely different worlds find comfort in each other's presence despite the laws of man and god saying it can't be so.

you can see something shift between them as early as the hunting trip. a trip that was a punishment for both turned out to be what they needed. to put aside their statuses and find common ground. hans asks about henry and skalitz, and empathizes with henry over the loss of his parents and reveals he never knew his own. you see something strange from the asshole who keeps humiliating and provoking you. you start to understand that all he really needed was for someone to understand him. not a mentor or guardian. not his subjects who drink and bathe with him on a whim. a friend. someone who sees him as a person worthy of his noble title and not a child or a drunk whore.

this newfound bond grows as you get up to typical teenage boy behaviour and in the span of a few weeks the haughty nobleman henry met just yesterday becomes a closer friend than his childhood friends fritz or matthew ever cared to be. but it doesn't end there. hans doesn't remain a pretty face and let everyone fight battles for him, and when it's time to take back talmberg his true character shows when he puts himself between the enemy to save tobias feyfar (when the trebuchet is attacked) or henry (if he gets knocked out during night raid). hans is willing to risk himself because he believes in justice as much as henry even though he came from a more privileged background. both of them were already incredibly noble men in the making and kcd2 tests how far they're willing to go for a place in the world.

it doesn't matter how you play him; henry remains the same sweet boy from skalitz underneath it all. the blacksmith's boy who comes home crying to ma with scrapes and bruises and big dreams, the lover and loyal friend, and the survivor who vowed to never run from a fight lest more innocents be slaughtered for his cowardice. he never forgot skalitz and he never stopped blaming himself. even if he has to push, even when he becomes just as bad as runt or istvan or the dry devil, it weighs on him. you can control his actions and his words, but you can't control how he feels at his core. even after all three of his goals have been achieved by the end of kcd2 (avenge his parents, get his sword back, and protect hans), he is still deeply hurt and laments getting lost in his path of vengeance. this guilt follows him into his dreams, justifying his actions becomes an uphill battle, and in the final conversation with his "parents" he can choose to repent and acknowledge that he has lost himself or double down and say he was always right. then he can choose to keep fighting, or finally present martin's sword to radzig and settle into the life he should've had back in skalitz...

there's no black or white answer, as the game often tells you, only action and consequence. and something I've noticed are the people who are a bit annoyed at how your choices throughout the game don't matter in the end since you can choose to say sorry and "everything is okay", but I don't see it that way really. it's not okay, why would it be? but everyone deserves a chance to repent, whether you personally believe it or not, and henry is arguably better than most for acknowledging his guilt and promising to do better. life doesn't end at the first sin. you could always become just as bad as the enemy or you could choose to be kind, merciful, and treat people with dignity.

as for hans. well... kcd2 happens because of him, because he desperately wanted to prove himself to hanush and his people that he was a capable ruler and warrior. he wasn't expecting it to be difficult, his confidence in the plan is the sole reason why it went so wrong. it was his fault they were ambushed despite henry's concern and he knows it. then he blows up at henry and runs off to fix it himself, which he would've succeeded in if von bergow hadn't played them. his comfortable view of the world was shattered and he couldn't accept it at first, but facing death multiple times and seeing henry risk it all for little reward built him back up as a braver and more responsible man to the point where he is unrecognizable from how he started in the first game. hans is reliable, brave, and capable of handling a lot more than people give him credit for. not a lot of noblemen would risk themselves so willingly, let alone for a peasant, and henry is actually lucky hans tolerated him and threw hands as equals instead of just sending him to jail and ending his journey quite early (henry is lucky a lot of noblemen put up w him lbr he does himself no favours lmao).

i find hans to be interesting because he isn't really a typical nobleman, he puts the pleasures of life first before politics and sees his people as people and war as a losing battle (see the conversation he has w brabant after freeing them from maleshov). but he still acknowledges that the day will come when he has to take his role seriously even if the looming threat to his freedom strikes fear into his soul (see raborsch when the arranged wedding is announced). in the prologue of kcd2 he leads the company and doesn't joke much or even indulge in the conversation of women, the shadow of tomorrow's meeting with von bergow grows closer and there's a lot of pressure to not mess it up. hans is a lot of things, but incompetent is not one of them. he doesn't cry when they have to get their hands dirty and remains relatively calm when dealing with other nobleman. he knows what's at stake and doesn't allow henry to take the brunt of their struggles. even when henry is hallucinating, shouting, and is essentially dead weight, hans doesn't hesitate to carry him and assure him that he's okay.

i haven't even begun to cover the depth of the story and the characters, but as much as i wish i could I'm not qualified enough for a deep analysis and I'd rather go to my final thoughts, which is of course the romance between henry and hans (and warhorse's treatment of mlm characters).

gay... people?

from my previous point, these are two characters that stand on their own, but together they stand taller. even without any romance the game and story are incredible. henry and hans' friendship is not optional, it is a core part of their characters and why they fight. it's not distracting or out of nowhere bc their sexualities are not their entire personalities. but here's the thing, the friendship created a strong foundation for a potential romance, but if written carelessly and completely out of character, this romance would not have worked and the writer's hand would show. taking into account the setting, the characters, and the plot is the only way to craft a believable and good romance. and I know some people are disappointed because they expected more romance or dates or some grand display of love, but these characters aren't like that, at least not how we perceive romance in our modern day. they love each other, there's no denying that, and they didn't even have to say those exact words for it to be true. love can be shown and said in a multitude of different ways and it will not look the same for every person, but it doesn't make the love any lesser.

for henry and hans, it's action above words. hans seems to be the more introspective of the two, and we see this when it's him who initiates the final romance scene with a beautifully tragic story he'd been thinking about for god knows how long. but this only happens when they're sure they'll die, that they'll never see each other again, only after henry reminds hans again and again that he's cared for. and maybe it's too late but something needs to be said. often times they make jokes and tease each other, which could definitely have flirtatious undertones, but their true feelings show in serious moments, moments of danger, and of course when you pick the heart dialogue. the only time henry tries traditional flirting on hans is when you can learn how to give a compliment in italian, but even then he kind of fumbles for a more genuine one ("i am dazzled by your beauty" into "you look good"). henry drops the usual theatrics to assure hans that he will always back him up when he needs it. hans needs to know that henry doesn't stick w him because he has to, but because he wants to. and the best part is that this remains true even if you don't choose to romance him.

but aside from henry and hans, we of course have istvan and erik who have their own complicated relationship that includes something romantic. then there's npcs; novice lucas (kcd1), black bartosch, and herbalist barnaby (kcd2) (I'm not sure if there's any more, these are just the ones I'm aware of rn). the way all of these characters are written is Not forced and liking men is not their entire purpose, it's actually a completely optional thing to find out about these characters (investigate the monks who abuse lucas, talk w black bartosch instead of just training, and hang out w herbalist barnaby after fighting him. actually, even if you don't interrogate erik and istvan, you could completely miss the romantic undertones of their relationship and continue to think it's just father/son). and no, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying stories with gay or even trans characters can't be about that, it would be horribly hypocritical of me when my own trans-bisexual-ness fuels my own art, but that's not all we are and I believe we're doing ourselves a disservice when we keep ourselves stuck in the coming out story cycle.

we need stories that are more than our pain, especially now, and it's important that not only we create gay/trans art, but our allies do as well. we deserve to be seen and not have to keep our love under the guise of close friendship. and I'm sorry, but sometimes it's not enough to simply imply or queer bait. I feel like it's rare for stories to actually commit to showing that we exist and that we are capable of all kinds of love, too. to treat us like people and not fun little side quests. to not debate our existence or water us down to naive teens in quirky coming out stories. we deserve to have stories where we actually get to live and love.

and idk if warhorse is really aware of how impactful that decision was... the confirmation that the director saw something more intimate between henry and hans and hearing how the actors wanted to do it justice means a lot especially knowing the reputation warhorse had. and in the end the most unlikely people created one of the most compelling and beautiful relationships in recent years because they saw people first. it may seem like the bare minimum but it's appreciated regardless. people can cry and scream about how wrong it is to have gay people in the middle ages until the end of time. nothing can change the fact that we've been here and always will be.

too long; did read

I hate being sappy, but kcd2 pulled me out of the pit I was in because of the shit on the news and my own art block, and it has comforted and inspired me to continue my own work even if it never sees the light of day. kcd2 to me is what stories should be. there's no secret to why it's so good, because swen vincke said it himself at the last game awards: "[the formula] it's stupidly simple, but somehow it keeps on getting lost." a great speech that unfortunately means nothing to titan companies, but we know it's the truth. kcd2 is a success because it was made with genuine love, care, and respect for games, history, and people. it really is that simple.

10/10

[ajastu]

there's a lot of posts in the DA tag criticizing veilguard, and like. Barring the fact that most of those feel like they're really not thought out OR they are not made in good faith...which is a whole another topic on its own...

I don't think that even if it WAS a bad game (which, it really is not), i personally could ever go on a criticism crusade against it. Just because of how...important it is, in regards to representation in these sorts of rpg games. The options it made available re: character creation.

Like, hear me out. I love Origins. I've replayed origins a million times. A lot of those times, i had to ignore large parts of how the game referred to my player character bcs i thought of them as nonbinary. Because it was just. Not An Option. And it was fine, i got pretty used to it, because i literally had to do that in EVERY game that let you create a character (and irl lets be real lol). Power of imagination and all that.

And then bg3 properly came out (obligatory 'i know its not the first big game to let you choose pronouns, its just the one i experienced first' disclaimer). And it let you just. have a nonbinary character. Which was refreshing! I remember how excited i was to learn about that. But ultimately, it didn't make much difference, because it never comes up after the CC screen. (and dont get me started on the same clothes changing depending on the body type lol) And sure, being trans isn't, like, the entirety of someones lived experience, but it does still come up? Like its still pretty relevant as far as personal characteristics go. It shapes your experiences in a certain way.

All that is to say, when I saw this pop up in veilguard, i damn near lost my mind abt the Novelty of it all

Like. You can do that??? YOU CAN JUST DO THAT???? IT COMES UP IN-GAME??? YOU CAN JUST. BRING IT UP WHEN RELEVANT??? YOU CAN TALK TO ANOTHER NONBINARY PERSON ABOUT IT, EVEN????

Suddenly, i no longer had to run a constant filter in my head. My character was just allowed to exist in the way i imagined them. And i did not think i needed that, but, hey. Turns out, its really nice being pandered to, sometimes <3

'oh but its worded so awkwardly-' i cannot express how much i don't care about that

'but its bad representation because it doesn't capture every trans experience at once' first of all bad take, second of all it gotta start Somewhere.

This is not something I would want to pick apart. Could I? Sure. But that is not the point here. It doesn't need to be perfect to be important. ESPECIALLY with the way things are right now. And hey, that said, it's still pretty damn good as far as these things go! like its not even bad!! it really isnt!!!

Point is, veilguard set a new standard for character creation in AAA games, for me personally. Now that I know what it's like, any new game of this type that comes out and doesn't take the same care in it's approach will be lacking. It's something so simple, in retrospect, and it's kind of incredible it took This Long to get there. But we did get here!! Veilguard got here, despite the development hell and EA handling it all in the worst way possible both pre n after release. And that is why datv will forever have a special place in my heart <3

TLDR VEILGUARD THEY CAN NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

[altacctforastarion]

Hey! Love your Astarion works! I was wondering if I could request a nsfw fic of Astarion and the reader 69ing? I was reading through your recent headcanons and it made me realize I’ve never seen an Astarion fic including that before. Thanks for considering my request! :)

Hey anon! Thanks for requesting, I’d actually thought about writing a fic including it so thank you for the excuse! I set this post-game, I think it’d be neat if Astarion could be a magistrate again (I know nothing about magistrates/dnd legal systems tho so it’s vague as HELL), so like y’all have a cute lil house in the city and Astarion is a late night magistrate. Just for fun. Also:

I think 69 only happens when he’s not the dominant one tbh, any other time I think he wants to see you while he goes down, so he just won’t let you, but if you’re in charge he lets you decide. And if you decide you want him whimpering while he pleases you, he whimpers while he pleases you 🤷🏻 so here is Sub!Astarion 69ing!

Warnings: 18+ obvi, mdni, oral sex (both receiving), Sub!Astarion, 69ing, blood drinking during sex, slight praise kink (he receives), you’re a super soft dom, AFAB reader, no pronouns for you and no use of y/n. Not edited at all, please tell me if there are any awful typos

Edit: forgot about tag list:

@lotus-ignis @astari0nsju1ceb0x

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Astarion was quiet, sitting up in your shared bed with a book on his lap and a scowl on his face, he’d barely spoken since he’d returned to your home from work, giving you a tired, half-hearted smile and a “Hello, darling” and then having a long bath with a glass of wine. You’d given him space, waiting in the bedroom for him to come to bed.

When he’d joined you, wearing only underwear and a silk black robe, he’d kissed you, a simple peck on your lips, and then picked up his book, reading in his unusual silence. He doesn’t like to talk much when he’s had a bad day, both because of a need for decompression, and because he doesn’t want to give himself an opportunity to lash out at you.

It had only happened once, and he’d only given a snarky reply to a question you’d asked when he got home, an apology on his lips as soon as he realized what he’d done, but since then he’s been careful, calming himself before he tells you all the details, relaxing at least a little before he allows himself to interact with you how he usually does.

You keep yourself busy with your own book, until you hear him close his book and speak, agitation coloring his tone, “Someone lost all of my paperwork before I got there, and it was a pain to find them. Everyone I dealt with today was an idiot, and there I was, in charge of all of the idiots with my lost paperwork. And now I’m home, with you, and I still feel that weight instead of relaxing. Come here, would you?”

You put your book on your nightstand and move over to him, going in for a cuddle but he pulls you to him and kisses you, gentle at first but then there’s hunger, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He pulls you until you’re on top of him, his hands on your hips, and the kiss breaks as you adjust, your legs on either side of him. An idea hits you, as you look down at him, at his tired eyes and the tension that lingers on his face, “Would you want to change how we do this? You could just lay back and let me take care of you?”

He looks surprised at first, and then it’s masked by flirtatious confidence, “How sweet of you, darling. How would you “take care of me”, exactly?”

Your skin flushes, and he eyes your neck, watching the blood go to your cheeks, “We don’t have to, I just… when I was leading back then, right before we fought the brain it was nice when you made the decisions in bed, I just did what you wanted and let you have your way with me. I thought maybe I could do that for you? If you want to. If not I’m perfectly happy with-“

“You avoided my question. How would you take care of me, if I allowed it?” You catch the word allowed, and realize he’s not teasing you, not trying to pull dirty talk from your lips, he’s being cautious. He’d been used and abused for years, all while retreating into his mind and he won’t have that happening again. No, if you have control over him it’s because he let you, not because you took it, and no matter how much he loves and trusts you he needs details.

“I’d use my hands, or my mouth, or maybe both on you, and when you fucked me we’d do it like this, with me on top and you can just lay there and let me. I’d tell you beautiful you look under me,” You move down, his face in your neck and your lips to his ear, “I’d let you drink from me like this, while I’m on top of you, and maybe you’d be inside of me. I’ll do whatever you want, Star, you can just ask and I’ll give you anything. You can relax and let me please you, the only work you’d have to do is drinking from me.”

His hands grip your hips tightly, and when you move again, so you can look at him, and he looks significantly more interested in your offer. “You’ll stop if it’s too much? If I don’t like it?”

“Of course, same as always. If you aren’t enjoying something let me know and it stops right away.” You reach for his face, cupping his jaw, “We don’t have to do this either, it’s all for you, what do you want?”

“I..I want you that, it would be nice to stop thinking for a bit. Have your way with me, love.” He says the first part tentatively, but he’s smiling flirtatiously when he finishes speaking, and you smile back at him, eager to start.

You climb off of him and remove your clothes, urging him to do the same, and he teases you about your eagerness, telling you if you wanted a taste of him so bad you could have simply asked, laughing when you throw your shirt at him in response.

—

Astarion’s gasps are constant, in time with every time you let him into your throat, his hips bucking against your hands that are keeping him mostly still. He’s deep in your throat when his hands bury themselves in your hair, your name coming out in a low moan before he speaks, voice hoarse, “D-darling,” He cuts himself off with another moan, followed by a curse as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock and look up at him, “Darling- oh, gods do that again.”

You’d hollowed your cheeks, sucking him into your throat on a slow descent, your tongue licking at the underside of his cock, and when you repeat it he whines, high in his throat, and his hands pulls your hair lightly. He lets out a shaky breath when you pull back, letting his cock slip free from your mouth, and looking down at you with a vaguely scandalized look on his face.

“You were trying to say something, I didn’t want to distract you. What were you about to say, Astarion?” You smile, and he glared down at you.

“I was going to say I wanted to return the favor, but then you decided to be a devil.” Dramatics aside, he still looks down at you with want.

Your hand ghosts over his cock, fingers trailing up and down with light touches, just to watch him squirm, enjoying the redness on his face afterwards, and you continue with your teasing touches while you speak, “You want me to stop doing this? Or were you asking for that after this?”

“I- gods I don’t know. Don’t make me choose, you’re in control tonight.” His eyes flick away from yours, and you can sense giving up that control is difficult, he’s making an active choice to leave things to you.

Not wanting to give him time to linger, you lick a stripe up his cock and take him into your hand as you feel his thighs shake just slightly. You stroke him slowly, your grip firm as you contemplate, feeling the ache of your untouched cunt. “I saw a painting at a brothel once- don’t ask, I won’t tell you. A woman was on top of a man, using her mouth on him while he used his on her. Would you want to try that? It’s completely fine if not, but if you don’t you’ll have to wait to return the favor, I’m not done with you yet.” You finish your sentence with your thumb circling the head of his cock, and he lets out another low moan, whispering your name like a curse afterwards, like it’s the only thing in his mind. His head has fallen back on the pillow, and you can see as his eyes close, his lashes fluttering against his reddened skin.

You continue to stroke him as you wait for a reply, and you speed up when his hips buck up, a little high-pitched sound leaving his throat before he speaks, “You’re in charge.” He says it like he can barely force out the words, lost in the pleasure you’re providing. He makes a needy sound when you let go of his cock despite giving you the okay to change things up, and you can’t help but to lean down and lick up his cock again before you move to get into the position you’d described. He gasps, and his hips chase your lips but you’ve already moved away with a smile at him, at the desperate look in his eyes as he looks at you.

—

You breathe out a little laugh as you attempt to get into the foreign position, feeling a little silly at how you’re moving while you arrange yourself. And you hear him sigh, amused, “Can’t you take anything seriously?”

He helps you get your legs on either side of his head and when his breath ghosts over your core, you lose your humor, a little gasp leaving your lips. “Is this ok? Are you comfortable?”

He doesn’t respond verbally, instead you feel his hands on your hips, and then he pulls you down, his tongue delving into your folds immediately, none of the normal teasing as he licks you with fervor, his moan matching yours as he tastes your wetness on his tongue.

You let yourself drop to your elbows, a hand coming up to move his cock before taking him into your mouth, feeling him moan against you, the vibrations stimulating your clit wonderfully, you begin to move your head, and you feel him move his head before his tongue pushes into your entrance, and your hips move on their own accord, grinding down on his face before you catch yourself. His cock leaves your mouth with a wet pop as you lift your body up. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful!”

He sounds starved when he answers, pleading, “Please do that again.”

You flush again, and hesitantly lower your hips to his face, listening to him moan when he returns to his task, his tongue entering you, and you slowly, carefully, grind down on his tongue, a moan ripping from your throat at the feeling of it inside you. You do it again, just as slow before he pulls your hips down and rocks your cunt against his mouth with force, before letting you go, a clear indication of what he wants from you.

You take the suggestion as you take his cock back into your mouth, letting your hips roll against him with a little less fear of hurting him, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You fuck your own throat with his cock, rocking forward to take it in deeper and rocking backwards onto his face after, and you feel the little sounds he’s making against your cunt even though you can’t hear them.

You hear the loud whimper he lets out when you focus on the head of his cock, feel how his tongue falters in its movements for just a second when yours laps at him. He won’t last long like this, and you fight the urge to ask him if this is how he’d like to cum, reminding yourself that you’re in charge. You decide you want him to cum inside you instead, and you pull off of his cock, a loud whimper coming from him, “Will you make me cum, love? Then I’ll ride you while you drink?” You lift your hips up slightly, to give him the option to refuse or voice his approval, half expecting him to just pull you down again.

“Please let me?” He pleads, his hands gripping your hips.

“Let you do what love?” You ask, confused, your hips lifting up a bit more, and his grip gets tighter as you hear him whine.

“I want you to cum like this, please. Use- use my mouth.” He sounds desperate for it, like he wants nothing more, not even bothering to acknowledge the rest of your proposition.

You let out a little moan, loving every little bit of his desperation for you, and lower your hips again. He sucks at your clit greedily, tongue flicking against you and you moan and you lean down to lick at his dripping cock, little tongue flicks that match his, and you feel his whimpers as you let him back into your mouth.

You get close quickly, moaning around his cock and rocking back on his face, feeling and hearing the desperate sounds he makes against your pussy. You feel his tongue enter you again and that’s all it takes, crying out as you cum on his face, letting his cock fall out of your mouth, licking at it while you recover.

He doesn’t stop immediately after he’s worked you through it, and you gasp and twitch from sensitivity, lifting your hips up and feeling his tongue chase you.

You move off of him, your wobbly knees making it difficult but he helps you, until you’re on the bed next to him. Your hand cups his jaw, the other going to his curls, playing with them, “Are you alright, love? How are you feeling?”

“Like you should have shared your brothel knowledge sooner. Kiss me, please?” He asks, already reaching for you. You give him what he wants, of course, laying down next to him and letting him pull you in for a kiss. His tongue briefly dipping into your mouth, your taste on his tongue, before he breaks the kiss. “I’d like to be in you now, if that’s ok?”

“Of course, Star.” You kiss him again, for just a second before straddling him, his cock wedged in between his stomach and your pussy, “You’re doing great for me, my love. So fucking good, just for me.“

Astarion’s face flushes again, “Yes, yes. Now get to it.” After a delay, and the twitch of his cock giving away how much he enjoys the praise, he amends, “Please, darling?”

You lean down to kiss him as you line his cock up with your entrance, and your tongue enters his mouth as you sink down on him, swallowing his groan. His hands go back to your hips, and you have a new idea, “Would you like for me to hold you down? I could hold your hands?”

“If you’re gentle, we can try it.” He looks a little anxious, but excited, and you’re slow as you go for his hands, your fingers sliding in between his when you’ve moved them to the bed on either side of his head. You apply light pressure, and rock down on his cock, before riding him slowly, just a few thrusts to see how he feels about your new position. He attempts to move his hands, you barely let them raise an inch before they’re back against the bed, he groans, “Gods, yes, that’s good. I like that.”

“So good, Star, letting me try new things on you. So pretty.” You praise, before you start riding him, and the angle has his cock hitting that spot inside you on every thrust. You gasp as you start to speed up, and he lets out a little whine. You watch his eyes close, lost in his pleasure, and his hips buck against you occasionally, his cock pushing into you just right.

You wait until you’re both getting close before you let go of his hands, and his eyes open in surprise, but you just smile at him and cup his jaw again, “Would you like to drink from me?”

“Please.” His voice comes out in another whine, and you lean down, pulling his head and upper body up towards you as you continue to grind on his lap.

You’re so close, and when his fangs pierce your neck, you cum, gasping from the sensitivity as you continue to move on his cock, and you feel him moan against your neck as you clench around him.

He hips thrust up into you while he drinks, before he shudders and cums, and you feel him lapping up the blood that spills freely while he’s distracted. You stay on his cock, petting his hair while he finishes drinking from you, his cock slowly softening inside you.

When he’s done you start to move off of him, to get clean and help him do the same, but his arms wrap around you, his face still buried in your neck, “Stay, please?”

“Of course, my love. Are you alright?”

“Just you, like this.” He breathes in your scent deeply, his lips on your lightly bleeding pulse, “Thank you for this, love. I..I really needed it.”

“Thank you for trusting me, beautiful. I’m glad it helped.”

[skepticalcatfrog]

Oathbound Spoilers Under the Cut

I made a post the other day briefly summing up my feelings about one Mr. Larkin Douglas — for anyone who didn't see it, I'm not particularly fond of him. I'm just saying this up here so that anyone who really does love him knows, I'm about to get into that. I very well might bash him a little (WITH textual evidence, I'm not just saying things willy nilly). Read on at your own risk!

(Tagging @barinemiologist who made me want to make this longer post!)

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I also just want to clarify, none of this is going to be a critique of Tracy as a writer! I don't think it's possible for her to write a bad character. It's more about the way he's being used in the story, which I'll get into more later.

Okay, so, these thoughts have generally been bouncing around in my head since I read the book, and I'd really love to know if anyone else felt this way while they read. I'm going to be jumping around a lot, so bear with me:

As barinemiologist pointed out in their comment on my original post, I actually didn't mind Lark that much in Bloodmarked! Maybe it was just because we weren't seeing very much of him, but I was intrigued by him. He seemed to have an interesting personality that I was looking forward to seeing more of. But in Oathbound he just irritated me so much??

Let's just start with Lark in relation to William. The way he treats William really rubs me the wrong way. I understand the intentions behind the way he is, and in theory they are good intentions, but I feel like he could execute them MUCH better.

The scene in part 1 where William meets Valec, Mariah, and Lu to talk about Alice has a couple of the moments that made me go like 😬. Like this bit:

It sort of comes off as Lark feeling like he has some entitlement to what William is doing? Plus, he's very quick to jump to being accusatory, even when William has a perfectly good reason for not telling him. Which happens again a little later in the same scene:

That last line feels CRAZY to me. William is actively in the middle of explaining himself (which he shouldn't need to do in the first place, because it's perfectly reasonable for him to not involve Lark in everything he does, especially something like that which Lark wasn't even part of to begin with), but Lark is just NOT hearing him. He's accusing William of not trusting him because of this, which is a real overreaction.

And this scene isn't the only time he has an overreaction to something. Going back to the beginning of the book, there's this exchange between Lark and Nick:

It's made very clear in the narration that Nick isn't being aggressive (at least not until the very end), but Lark jumps right to anger. And sure, Nick is being a little critical of him, but he's definitely not insulting him as Lark says he is. It just really isn't a proportionate response to what was said.

Another example of Lark's interactions with William that made me raise an eyebrow comes a little bit later, after William, Lark, and Nick have left on the quest:

This exchange is so bizarre. It's not as bad as some of the other things on my list here, but it still just set off a little alarm in my mind. Something about the way he says "why I'm still allowing you to" just hits the ear wrong. Like, of course William is putting himself in harm's way, that's all the Legendborn do. You can't DISALLOW him from doing his job, there are plenty of parts of being in the Order and the Order as a whole that he doesn't like but he takes PRIDE in his ability to help and heal his friends. It's like, the most important thing to him. Not being able to do anything to help them makes him crazy. And I know that the stress that comes from any time he can't do it is part of Lark's argument, which I'll get to later, so just put a pin in it for now.

For the time being, let's rewind just a little bit to earlier in this same scene:

I've got a slightly different point with this one, which kind of leads into my next point too. I really don't like the way Lark is like, undermining William's trust in Nick? He's known Nick for YEARS, they're very very close friends, they trust each other with their lives. But apparently that's not good enough for Larkin Douglas?? It feels super weird. And this sort of ties back to what I was saying before, about Lark acting like he's entitled to know everything that everyone is doing at all times. I get his concern, but you'd think that with how much he seems to care about William (and how insistent he is that William trusts him), he would trust William a little more when William says he trusts Nick.

Now, for the next point that sort of connects to that one, we're going to go rapid fire on a couple of snippets from the book that all support the same argument:

What I'm trying to point out with all of those is just how often Lark DOUBTS people. Even though he says in that last one that he isn't really doubting, I still don't see what reason he had to say that. It's like he takes every opportunity he finds to play devil's advocate and be discouraging. I know that that could come from his own anxieties and self doubts, but that's never even really implied, so I can't give him the benefit of the doubt with this one (pun slightly intended). When he says stuff like that, it only does harm, and I just can't get behind it.

Remember how I mentioned a couple things throughout this that I said I'd get to later? Well, later is now. Take those pins back out.

Firstly, let's talk about what I said before about the things that I can see being justified in Lark's behavior. Like, for example, how he encourages William to take care of himself. That's good! And I agree that William definitely should be more concerned with his own well-being. But I have two issues with it: a) a lot of the time, his way of caring just comes off as overbearing. Lark needs to understand that there's a fine line between wanting William to take care of himself, and obstructing his ability to do his job, and he gets really close to crossing that line a lot of the time.

And b) there just isn't enough history between them for Lark to be acting the way he does. There could be something I'm forgetting, of course, but their whole dynamic (even starting from Bloodmarked) reads as co-workers who are somewhat interested in each other, not as two people who have the level of closeness that would justify Lark acting like that. His behavior reads like he thinks he knows William better than anyone, which just isn't true. That's a big part of why he reads so strangely to me.

If you recall, the other thing I asked you to save for later was about how Lark is being used in the story. What I mean by that is, the whole time I was reading, I thought that all of the negative behavior and undermining being perpetrated by Lark was going to lead up to him betraying them somehow. Obviously there's still one more book on the way, so there's a chance that might still happen, but I'm just not sure. What I will say, though, is that having something like that happen would probably save his character for me. I just don't think he's a good love interest for William. So to shift him from the role of a love interest to a twist traitor would make all of this make SO much more sense to me. I haven't seen anyone else sharing that opinion, who knows if anyone agrees with me, but that's my take on this whole thing.

TLDR, my point is that I don't think Lark's character is poorly written. He just really doesn't work for me as a likeable love interest with the way he acts, and I'm hoping that book 4 will fix that one way or another.

Please let me know what you think in the comments/reblogs/tags! Whether you agree with me and don't really like him, or you disagree and do like him, I'd like to hear your takes.

[kiwimintlime]

A Simple Favor

SEASON 2 SPOILERS!

for @terrickweek2025

word count: 2.3k

prompt: betrayal (this is technically for the wrong day but I did want to post it today for @icy-book's birthday)

cw: angst

notes: this takes place like 2-3 years before the start of season 2. I'm bad with my timelines so if that doesn't make sense shhhhhh. this is definitely not my usual wheelhouse, but I did enjoy writing this. happy birthday Icy! (also I literally just finished writing this no beta we die like Doug)

Terry wondered if he was getting just as paranoid as Lark. All day he’d felt the sensation like he was being watched. Something just at the edge of his periphery, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He’d tried scanning the area with magic, and once he could’ve sworn that he just felt something, but no luck. And he could only look over his shoulder so times before he started getting weird looks.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” his date, Veronica, asked him, “You seem on edge.”

“Uh, yeah,” he did his best to give her a reassuring smile, though he had no idea how convincing it actually was, “just a bit stressed from… work… is all.”

“Oh, well we can end things early tonight if you’re too tired, I completely understand.”

“No,” Terry took her hand and smiled. “Being with you relaxes me.” He did genuinely mean that. He liked Veronica, he liked her a lot. And even if it was only their fourth date, he could see things going pretty far.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” The two of them walked hand in hand in the cool night air through the park, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a while Veronica slowed down, looking quite serious. “So, Terrance.”

“Yeah? “

“I like you, a lot,” she bit her lip, “I like what we have and I want to keep seeing you.”

“I feel the same way, “ Terry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m glad, “ she brightened up a bit before steeling herself again, “I just feel you should know, if we are going to keep seeing each other and this thing is serious, that I have a kid.”

“Oh!” Terry didn’t know quite what to say. He didn’t mind at all, he just didn’t know what exactly was the appropriate reaction.

“She’s thirteen. Her name is Theresa, but she actually also goes by Terri.”

“What a coincidence, I like her already.” Terry grinned, “Thirteen huh? I’ve got friends with kids around her age.”

“So… you don’t mind? “

“Not at all. As a matter of fact—”

There! There it was again. That feeling of being watched, even more intense this time. It wasn’t just a feeling anymore either. It was more tangible, a presence, a… scent. And a scent Terry recognized all too well, no matter how many years it’d been. Something somewhere between wood smoke and incense.

“Terry? Are you okay?” Veronica asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Talk about shit timing. He had to get her out of here. “Um, no actually. Look, I hate to do this l, and I promise it’s not because of what you just told me, but I really have to go. I promise I’ll call you okay?”

She looked crushed, though she hid it the best she could. “Um, okay. I’ll be waiting on your call.”

Terry watched her leave, chest tightening.

“Ooh, yeah, she definitely hates your guts now. A real shame, she seems nice.” A voice said from behind him. Terry whipped around, swinging as he went. He’d always been the stronger of the two. But to his surprise the blow was easily blocked and parried, with his weight being used against him. He somehow ended up pushed up against a tree, wrists held above his head, a razor sharp tail close to his throat.

“Nicholas.” Terry spat out.

“Now is that any way to greet an old friend?” Nick flashed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh and this,” Terry looked pointedly down to the tail at his throat, “is friendly to you?”

“Hey, you swung first.”

“What do you want?” Terry hissed.

Nick’s eyes slid away from Terry’s face for a moment. “I need to ask a favor.”

“You’ve got a funny way of asking for one.”

“I— oh for fucks sake” Nick’s tail darted away from Terry’s neck and into his pocket, snatching out his phone. He looked Terry in the eye. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to attack me and hear me out.”

Terry thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Fine.”

True to his word, Nick let him go. Terry rubbed his wrists. He didn’t remember Nick being that string, especially with just one arm. He looked at Nick. “Can I have my phone back? “

“I think not. I’d prefer you didn’t call for back up, considering what happened the last time we were all together.”

“You mean the time I asked you for a favor? I don’t know what makes you think I’d do you one now.”

“Because this could solve all our problems.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“There are literally hundreds of other worlds out there, if not more. The problem is getting to them.” Nick explained, “You knew how to get to hell, which is why you needed me. I’ve spent the last ten years searching for access into any of them. Terry, I’ve found one I think could be perfect. And the access point is just about two hours from here.”

This was bullshit. It had to be. Terry himself and everyone at D.A.D.D.I.E.S. had spent just as much time looking for the same answer. For it to fall into his lap like this, hand delivered by the person who had the most reason to hate him… it just wasn’t possible.

“Why come to me with this?” Terry asked.

“I need a sorcerer, they’re not exactly easy to come by.”

“I know for a fact hell’s got a few of those. Hell, you’ve got a decent amount of magic yourself.”

“And all their magic, like mine, is touched with The Infernal. The portal I found is non reactive to natural phenomena, and extremely volatile to everything from hell. I need magic that doesn’t have Satan’s stink on it.” Nick’s voice got louder. “You think I didn’t try other options? You think I want to be here, asking you for help?”

Nick looked… desperate. It didn’t look good on him. Something tugged in Terry’s chest. Something he pushed down.

“I can’t trust you.” Terry said.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Nick sighed. “Look, the sooner we fin a solution the sooner our lives go back to normal. Wouldn’t that be nice? No more everyday battle, no more looking over your shoulder, no more constant worry about the safety of those you care about. I— I could see my son again.” Nick’s voice cracked. Badly. Terry reached out a hand without even thinking but Nick batted it away. “Don’t… don’t patronize me man. Are you helping me or not? “

Terry gave it a last thought. “Fine.”

Nick’s face brightened into the kind of smile Terry hadn’t seen in a long time. That tug on his heart was back, and it was harder to pretend that it wasn’t. He cleared his throat.

“Can I have my phone back?”

“Hell no. At least not until you see that my idea is viable. I don’t need to others jumping me again when I least expect it.”

“I— I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, real convincing. Come on.” Nick led Terry around the corner to where a convertible was parked. It was covered in flame decals because of course it was. “Hop in.”

Terry did and once Nick was in the driver’s seat they sped off into the night. Out of San Dimas, out onto the highway . The night air was cool and the stars were stunning. What felt like a million lifetimes ago Terry and Nick had spent their summers just like this. Open road, less worries, more freedom. Sometimes with the others, a lot of times just the two of them. A million lifetimes indeed.

“How long have you been following me?” Terry asked.

“Don't flatter yourself. Just today. I wanted to know how much of a problem you’d be to deal with.” Nick smirked. “Clearly not much. Guess brawling with presidents pays off.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

They were quiet for another ten minutes before Nick asked, “Why you? Lark I would’ve understood. He thinks this whole thing is his fault and it’s his job to fix it. He’s the mot desperate of all of us. And Sparrow will go with whatever he wants. Grant… I dunno. But you? You were my best friend, you were my— Just… why?”

Terry exhaled a long breath. “I don’t even know anymore. I’ve thought about it for years and I— I think I thought you would understand. I didn’t think things would end up this way. I figured we’d force your hand and you’d make the right choice.”

“The right choice?” Nick’s voice was dangerously low.

“That’s not—” Terry sighed again. “I don’t know. All of us were so miserable, so worn down. I thought if it came down to it you’d choose us.”

“My dad is the king of hell, I have a responsibility—”

“I know. I know that now, I understand better.”

Another silence fell between them. Then Nick spoke. “I wasn’t just following you around today. I stopped by Taylor’s school. He’s doing alright. Could use some more friends, but he seems happy enough. Cassie’s doing a great job.”

“That’s good.”

“Mhmm.” Nick's voice was quiet again,“He doesn’t need me Terry. I’ve turned out worse then Glenn. At least he came home every couple weeks.”

The pit in Terry’s stomach grew deeper. He knew what it was like not to have a dad, and he’d taken one away from this kid.

“Did you ever think about taking him with you?”

“To hell? At the beginning yeah. But it was no place for a kid that young, a kid with no frame of reference for what was going on. Not to mention his mother had no idea about any of it. And now… now it’s too late. Can’t exactly show up with a gallon of milk, ya’know? Especially not with the FBI on my tail. I keep an eye on him, I’ll be there if he needs me, but until this whole thing is sorted out it’s better I keep my distance.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that Taylor had to go through all this.”

Nick just kept his eyes on the road.

“Me too.”

They drove on in silence. Terry must have fallen asleep to the sound of the engine and that wood fire scent, because next thing he knew Nick was shaking his shoulder.

“We’re here.”

Terry looked around. They were out in the desert, on a patch of road as unremarkable as the rest of the highway. “Where’s here exactly?”

“Come on.” Nick started walking out into the desert, stopping about 20 feet away from the road. He looked back. “Come on, it’s hard to see from far away.”

Terry got out of the car and walked towards Nick, peering into the moonlit night. Sure enough, if he looked just the right way, there was a ripple in the air. “Oh my god.”

“Right? Watch this.” Nick picked up a stick and tried to poke at it. The stick stopped just short of the ripple, evidently unable to go any further. He then set his hand ablaze with infernal flame and reaches out to touch it. This time, the tips of his fingers just barely made it through before the ripple spat him back out. For a split second Terry caught a glimpse of something beyond. Nick looked at him. “Your turn champ.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I dunno, just… magic at it.”

Terry sighed and got closer to the portal. He reached out towards it, and as his hand got closer it almost felt like it was being sucked in. “I don’t know about this.”

“Are you kidding me? This is it! It’s another world, it’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. This will fix everything.”

Terry’s hand crossed the barrier. It felt almost like a soft, fleshy curtain. He felt himself being tugged further in, all the way up to his elbow. “Nick, I don’t like thi—”

“Yeah I bet you wouldn’t. It’s not the best feeling.” Nick's voice was velvety soft and dangerous, “But hey, at least you won’t lose the arm.”

“What the hell—” The portal was all the way up to his shoulder now.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, it’s not like it’s a 1v4.” He was clearly holding himself back from laughing now, a dark chuckle in his voice.

“Nick!” Terry felt his chest being almost folded up into it, pulled in an unnatural way.

“I got stuck in here a little while back. It’s not like a full world per se, more like a pocket dimension. Kind of like the one Willy’s in actually. Definitely not pleasant, but I survived.”

Terry’s entire torso was inside the portal, his legs soon to follow.

“’Course, the difference is, I had people who knew exactly where I was. Dad sent some demons out here to get me in just a couple hours. You, on the other hand, don’t .”

If this thing followed any sort of natural logic, Terry’s legs should’ve been snapped backwards at the pelvis. As far as he could tell, nothing was broken, but it all just felt so wrong.

“A bit naïve, don’t you think? Following someone who hates you out into the middle of nowhere. I honestly didn’t think this gambit would be so easy.”

“Fuck… you…” Terry managed to spit out. His head was the only thing still sticking out.

“I’ve got demons in hell for that darlin’.” Nick leaned in, “It’s not a nice feeling is it? Being betrayed. Oh and before I forget.” He took out a paper seal and slapped it on Terry’s forehead. “Can’t have you figuring your own way out of here with magic.”

With that he pushed Terry’s head the rest of the way in. He just stared at the ripple for a moment before walking back to the car. Terry’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Nick looked at the screen. It was a text from Veronica. He shrugged before burning the device to ash in infernal fire. Not his problem. He opened up a portal to hell and drove back home.

[millenniumringg]

Would you guys be mad if I posted Cornered 2 and then maybe didn’t post past chapter 5 for a long time because that hasn’t been written yet and also would you be mad if I posted a whole bunch of other AUs that I’ve been hoarding that I really want to share but haven’t finished writing them which also means only getting a few chapters and then waiting a long time as I rotate between like 5 different fics at once would that be okay would you hate me

[n0tsillybb]

so it turns out my ask box is broken... and the tags on the ealier posts dont work... but there was an ask about my plasmashipping fisherman au from @jalluzas-ferney. the ealier post shoudl show on my account!!

hiii new mutal!!! before i say anything i want to say that my au is heavily (excuse my poor english) inspired by pirate au that belongs to @enavstars and another jaya fisherman au that belongs to calypsolemon you shoudl totally check them out too!!

anyways, in my fisher man au jay is collage drop out who over took after his dad the family bussines after his dad had an accident while fishing and cant work anymore. he isnt happy but he needs to make living for his parents now. he everyday brings fish to a local old butcher wu who is considered wierd and unaprochable, but to jay he seems like a really sweet grandpa. the rumors say he used to teach fighting techniques back in his youth. Cole is a lumberjack (i think thats what its cald... its a throw back to an original show after seson 3 when the ninja team split) and jays bestfriend since high school!! zane is a weird sone fo a retired doctor julien who lives in the glass house, zane was home schooled (he is human in this au so is pixal) and is pretty socialy akward. jay knows him a little since he went to his dad for tuttoring when he was aplying for collages and cole has a slight crush on him but never got a currage to talk to him. lloyd is a student in a private school and comes to his uncles (wus) shop to do his home work before his dad can pick him up with his "friend" harumi, while kai and nya are sirens. every other role is minor like skylor is a chef of a resturant that buys from wu (they make so much sushi) and pixal is jays friend from collage that jay didnt cut off when he dropped out. morro is included but he is away probably studing or something... (lazy, havent tought about it yet) but back to lore!! jay was on his boat fishing late at night. He is scared since many fisherman went missing latly and the time of his dads accident doesnt add up.... they said the waves tipped of his boat and he had to get injured by some rocks... but the sea was calm that night- and his dad injury looked like somone took a bite out of his leg!! as he thinks sudently something hits his boat from the bottom! getting startled he tought its justa big fish... a big fish trying to tip over his boat. he think quickly and trows the net into the water and pulls... something catched! when he looked it was a brown haired siren (aka kai) biting the nett wiggling trying to free himself, in a panick he drops the nett with the siren. the siren beaks free and tries to sing but he hits it oar before waddling away the fastest he can. next day he told everything to cole who of course didnt belive him. but jay knew... that siren must be the reson fishermen are going missing! and probably the one who caused his dads accident taking a chomp out of his leg!! they talk as they walk to wus shop with what he menaged to catch before getting attacted by the creature while bickering. As they enter jays heart sinks... at the desk sits no other then the siren... with an ice pack pressed against their forehead. as jay looses his breath wu introduces kai as his friends son who will stay here for the summer working for wu. before jay can couse a scene the siren who also recognized jay goes to hide in the back. thats it for now... its kinda hate to love relationships, definitly a slow burn. i woudl meaby post it on AO3 but i like never written anything in my life :pp and i dont even know how to start. once again sorry for my bad grammar!! if you have any other qyestions the box is always open ^^

bad jay doodles cus im to lazy to draw digitaly :<

[reel-fear]

Genuinely so curious who Mike thinks is gonna be buying The Cage or the new DCTL GN bc with the way he tweets as far as he's concerned, it's not gonna be:

The queer people he has actively admitted he will never show any representation of in the games.

2. The POC he has actively fought against representing in his franchise. [Who he also mocked for thinking they would be represented in his franchise]

3. The Bendy fandom which has always been concerned with topics of diversity esp in the sense of queer people since its creation. Who he has responded to really poorly esp in regards to the GN.

4. The fans who critique him. [He blocked me for doing so lol]

5. His fans in general who he tweets about like this currently. [He's being vague about why people were mad at him or sent him 'nasty messages' because if you actually looked into why you'd see he was in the wrong. Either way, a very hateful way to speak abt ur own fanbase.]

Reminder while Mike is trash talking his fans he has always treated them rather poorly. The fans who won the fanart contest for Chapter 5 never got their posters actually in game due to it being rushed. Not only was chapter 5 a big slap to the face story wise, but it was literally so rushed he couldn't be bothered to add in the art his fans gave him for his game FOR FREE. [Meatly blames this on a crazy timeline, reminder him and Mike are the literal ceos of this company. The proposal of future updates here is also pretty cruel considering Mike nowadays happily admits he corrupted Chapter 5's source code and therefore literally can't update it At All currently. Because he is a moron]

At least they got to be in Boris and the dark survival, and by that I mean that was the Only game they got to be in so far, isn't that just treating your fans like you love them? Shoving their hard work into a spin off game almost nobody has played or addresses much. [Hell, who knows if with the Lone Wolf rebrand they'll even stay there. In which case they'll be in None of the games, only in the credits of BATIM]

6. The Bendy fans who just generally disagree with him on stuff. Like the new ink demon design where there is literally a public poll showing people generally prefer the old one.

7. The Bendy fans who can see he is actively lying to them. To their fucking faces.

He says this has always been the case, but screenshots and links to tweets regarding the books being canon prove it was not. Does he really think bendy fans are stupid or something? [Unless he's admitting here he lied to Kress when he told her the books were canon which sounds worse!]

8. Anyone who doesn't like the idea of giving money to a guy who laid off tons of employees then afterwards thought it was a great idea to express his anti-union views! Also brag about how good of an employer he was, according to his employees, he was not!

So in summary; Mike is an awful person who has not learned anything from the awful things he did. I will not be purchasing The Cage because, combined with this and his absolute refusal to take any kind of critique or see any differing interpretation of his franchise, I have no reason to think my problems with the franchise will ever be addressed or fixed. I probably will pirate The Cage along with any future Bendy Products [Including the movie] and will do my best to avoid giving it any kind of monetary support. Unless this changes any time soon, I can't see myself making anymore positive Bendy posts soon.

Mike has just managed to make it so hard to speak positively or optimistically of this franchise when he's so willing to broadcast how little he cares about it or its fans. I'm at the point where I refuse to pull any of my punches with my problems with it. What's the point of trying to play nice with my critique when either way the people creating it don't care?

So with this post, I want to invite anyone who feels similarly about the franchise to tell me, make a post or send an ask talking about how all of this makes you feel. It may not change how things are, but genuinely seeing other people share my feelings of anger makes me feel better. It feels nice to see when other people share our same concerns and worries. I'd also love to know if anyone else thinks they'll be avoiding purchasing Bendy products over this.

I'm not forcing anyone to participate in it nor trying to say anyone who doesn't supports mike but genuinely maybe if we can collectively decide to boycott things like the movie, graphic novel and The Cage... It might at least make the bendy devs acknowledge how much they have destroyed their own fandom's faith and trust in them.

The way Mike tweets about his actions like he had no control over why people were mad at him at least proves to me he takes NONE of it back nor regrets it. If you didn't know about his actions and only went off his tweets, you would be led to believe Mike has been needlessly picked apart by fans over things he couldn't control [or in his own words, had his words twisted and taken out of context]. That is not how you speak about your actions if you have actually learned better from them.

anyway, that has been my bendy dev callout post. This is an open invitation to anyone feeling similarly upset about the way the franchise is going to talk about it. It's genuinely nice to see how people feel about this and the more we talk about the more it's likely the bendy devs are forced to address our concerns. I don't think they will but hey, that's why I'm not gonna support them with my money anymore nor am I gonna be nice to them in any content I make critiquing Bendy. I mean I'm also basically making this post just in case anyone asks me Why I feel this way towards to bendy devs/as a way to respond to anyone who thinks I am too harsh in my critique in the future.

As always, it seems the best part of Bendy isn't actually anything about canon but about what the fan's are creating with the ideas Bendy failed to do anything interesting with.

Also the books, the books slap.