#I’d love to hear your thoughts!

[whumpyinside]

A question for my whump enthusiasts!

If you put yourself into a fantasy whumpy scenario, would you play the role of the

A. Whumper

B. Whumpee

?

I feel like I’d personally take the role of the Whumper, but there are a few things were I could see myself being the Whumpee.

How about y’all? Where do you see yourself? I’m genuinely curious!

[worldheadcanons]

Oh I have a question, what if the reader thought that this was all some sort of fun joke (like assuming it's for a youtube video or something) and decides to play along and even flirts back? Even when things got creepy the reader is stupid enough to not stop feeding into their obsession and delusions.

thank you anon for stupid reader content. we need more content where the reader maybe has a screw loose and is sort of silly like this!

personally i give every reader slightly different traits depending on the character.. i think i’ll end up writing this scenario out so think of this as a really really rough draft (sorry in advance)

i think for alfred the reader would flirt back in a “haha lmao so what prank show do you work for” way. like it’s light hearted and fun, nothing heated. alfred is, of course, deeply into it. alfred’s like “i can see you through your upstairs window lol” and reader just goes “sick if ur nice maybe I’ll give you something to really look at” and alfred DIES!! he goes quiet and then the reader is like “sorry is that bad for the video? you can just cut it my bad I’ll keep it pg for you from now on”. reader does not realize it is not a prank and that alfred is totally hot under the collar bc of reader

arthur’s reader is a bit more intelligent generally so reader would probably be thinking something like ‘okay this is a rlly long winded prank im just gonna freak this guy out so he leaves me alone’. arthur has already established himself as sort of a ‘secret admirer’ so when he calls the reader just coos into the phone “oh secret admirer.. i’m dying to know who you are.. I feel like we’ve gotten so close” and arthur is awestruck he’s DREAMED of this moment. he goes quiet and reader is thinking like ‘lmao gottem’ but then arthur responds saying that he feels the same way and maybe slips in that if you unlocked your back door he’d show himself to you. I think by the end reader would realize it is indeed not a prank!

francis’ reader is a girlboss so… reader knows deep down it is not a prank but reader is treating it like one anyways. francis starts the call per usual but is cut off by reader who is very openly flirtatious and bordering seductive today. he’s like ‘wow okay’ but super into it trust me. i can’t really think of what they would say exactly off the top of my head but i know that reader tops in this scenario so do with that what you will ^_^

matthew‘s reader fully believes it is a prank show actually. “Is this gonna be on tv? you can film from wherever, i’m dressed.” and matthew, realizing that reader thinks he’s joking, sort of chuckles and is like “yea sure I can put you on tv. give me your best scared face.” he’s either recording reader on his phone or he’s watching with anticipation from the bushes. of course, reader is completely with it because duh this guy is a tv executive gotta do what u gotta do for the camera. “lay on the bed a bit. tilt your head to the right— yea, that’s perfect.” a little strange for a prank show but okay. matthew is going to use reader’s stupidity against reader for a bit. “alright that’s all the uh footage i need. you should really consider becoming an actor. you look gorgeous on camera.” he says this knowing good and well the only camera he wants you on is his own <\3

[crownofstardustandbone]

Who else is on the soft dom Tommy train with me? Show of hands?

[aimervee]

idk if its alright to barge into your askbox like this but i just wanted to say that your art is one of my many inspirations because there is a certain feeling to it that feels like 'home', in a way. some sort of comfort thats just really nice overall. piper and clementine are also one of my favs of all time and i have many thoughts about them.. anyways sorry again and have a good day/afternoon/evening

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WHAT THE HECK THIS IS SO SWEET… THANK YOU… (muffled crying noises)

little doodle for you! <3 seriously, please barge in my askbox whenever you’d like! reading stuff like this always makes my day ;_; I’m smiling like such a dork right now; hearing that my art feels like ‘home’ is the absolute biggest compliment I ever could’ve received and I’ll be carrying that compliment with me forever adsjfdsj

[waaterdeep]

It’s heartbreaking to me how easily Gale abandons his plans of becoming a god when you romance him, because it shows that he never actually wanted to become a god in the first place.

When you ask him how he’s feeling after discovering the crown of Karsus he tells you that he’s excited about what the crown could do to improve both of your lives. His plans aren’t clear but it’s obvious that he wants to use it for himself. Of course there’s some selfishness there, perhaps a desire to get back at Mystra, but there’s a good part of him that sees this as a way to impress you, to become worthy of you.

But to convince him to let go of the crown in Act 3 you simply need to tell him that he matters, that you love him for the man that he is not the god he wants to be. You need to convince him that he’s always been enough and that he always will be, so long as he stays true to who he is. And with high approval he accepts this without question. While he feels uncertain about putting all of his faith into one person, he’s still relieved and happy to do so.

You have opportunities before the Outer Planes scene to tell him that you care about him, most notably in Act 2, when you can tell him that you want to spend the night with Gale the man, that you don’t need him to wow you with cosmic sex. While this clearly means a lot to him it doesn’t translate as “I am exactly all that this person needs” in his mind yet.

But when you have the Outer Planes scene and he tells you of his plans, if you gently bring him back down to earth, kiss him and tell him he’s perfect, he’s wholly convinced. While Tara might have told him many times some variation of this, you are the first person, and most importantly the first lover, to tell him and show him. The fact that you met him with diminished powers and the Netherese orb and still fell in love with him speaks volumes.

It shows that his ambitions are not born from hubris, rather, from a profound insecurity that could only be the product of his defining of his life, his value, in relation to the literal goddess of magic and, obviously, falling short. Conjuring visions of Waterdeep and the Outer Planes, it’s all his way to convince you that he’s worthy of your affections, you who in most cases cannot do that at all. But he bases his worth completely upon his magical abilities, it’s no surprise then that magnifying them to infinite proportions is his way to remove his fear of losing you, since his greatest weakness, his humanity, is what drove his previous lover away from him.

And that’s absolutely heartbreaking.

[donnieisaprettyboy]

just sincerely curious as to what people think about this

[flipppyflopp]

Twisted Neverland

Departure: Ace Trappola

The full moon shined in the sky above, seeming to mock Ace who was feeling anything but bright.

It all started when he woke up late for school. For some reason his alarm clock chose today of all days to not work, so he overslept. Any of his friends would have had their mom or dad wake them up if they overslept, but Ace wasn’t like the rest of his friends. His mom and dad split when he was in middle school, so he switched schools and lived with his mom in a small house in the city. In order to afford the mortgage on a single income, Ace’s mom worked the opening shift at a fancy restaurant during the week as it was the shift that had the most hours since opening and prepping the place took a lot of time and precision. With his mom already at work, Ace didn’t have anyone to rely on to get him up.

Then, since he overslept, Ace missed the bus, so he had to sprint through the busy streets of London while carrying all his belongings. He would have only been about thirty minutes late for school, if he didn’t run into one of the local gangs, the Black Bunnies. The Black Bunnies were made up of a bunch of delinquents from Ace’s private school, delinquents who did not like Ace at all. Ace kept to himself, mainly because he missed his old school and his old friends, but this isolation was taken as arrogance by the Black Bunnies, so Ace became a target of their taunts and jabs. Now, seeing Ace all alone and isolated, the Black Bunnies saw the perfect opportunity to rough him up without any interference from teachers or administration.

Ace wished he could say that he handled them all just fine and carried on to school; however, that would be a lie as he was thrown around and harassed by the Black Bunnies. They pulled him into a nearby alleyway and began pushing Ace around, punching and hitting him in between insults. After they had their fill of fun, they left Ace alone on the concrete with new scrapes and bruises along with all his belongings poured out in the alleyway. Once Ace was sure they were gone, he pulled himself together and slowly gathered his belongings. He then decided that the day was already bad enough, so he would skip school to avoid hearing a lecture from the principal. There would still be consequences for not showing up, but Ace frankly didn’t care after the morning he had. All he wanted was something in this day to go right. Ace chose to simply wander around town, avoiding any adult in a uniform who might drag him to school. He took a trip to the library, browsed some local antique shops, and sat in the nearby park, until about seven in the evening, deciding that he would finally return home.

As he walked home, Ace prepared himself for what he would return to. He knew his mom probably found out about him skipping and was just waiting to give him the lecture of a lifetime, but Ace really wasn’t in the mood for it. If he was lucky, his mom would already be asleep in order to prepare for her morning shift at work. However, if his luck continued like it had this morning, Ace knew he was in for a rough time.

Ace quietly opens the door and gently shuts it behind him, hoping that his mom didn’t hear the click of the door snapping into place. Ace slipped his school bag on the coat rack and began to tip toe towards the staircase.

As his foot touched the first stair, it let out a loud creak. His mom’s voice immediately calls out, “Ace, is that you?”

Ace lets out a sigh. He knows that if he responds, she’ll be angry. He also knows that if he does not respond, she’ll be angry. Either way is a lose-lose situation. He wanted to avoid this exact situation, so he decides to try to do just that by taking another step up the staircase.

“Ace, answer me when I’m talking to you!”

Ace knows that he should keep his mouth shut, that he should just keep walking. Go to his room, lock the door, and head right to bed. His mom would have to get ready for work and by the time she got home the next day, she wouldn’t be as angry as she currently is right now. Even though he knows he should shut his mouth, he’s had a downright awful day and has some steam he needs to blow off.

He stomps his foot on the stairs and yells back, “What? I’m busy!”

His mom lets out an offended gasp as she retorts, “Busy? You skipped school today! Your principal called and-“

“I’m back aren’t I? Isn’t that good enough?”

Ace heard the scrape of one of the dining room chairs against the kitchen tile. The click of heels quickly echoed through the small house, seemingly matching the racing of Ace’s own heart.

Ace’s mother rushes to the bottom of the stairwell and shouts, “Good enough? Your brother never pulled stunts like this! He-“

There it is. The comparison to his brother, Jester. Always the golden child, never did a single thing wrong. The recipient of all the praise in the Trappola household. Jester got straight A’s, Ace barely passed mathematics. Jester joined a third volunteer organization, Ace served as benchwarmer for the basketball team. Jester received an award for outstanding behavior, Ace got his third detention. Jester was perfection, and Ace was anything but that. No matter how hard Ace tried, he could never exceed the expectations set for him, not when Jester set the bar too high. His parents were never satisfied, Ace always fell just short.

Ace got tired of the comparisons, so he just stopped. Stopped caring, stopped trying, stopped bothering. Why waste the effort when it would always come back to Jester? Was it Jester’s fault? No, Ace knew that. His brother was just that good of a person, it was never out of spite. His brother even tried to praise him, lift his accomplishments up, but it was never enough. The gap between slowly grew bigger, just like the one between their parents. Until they split.

Ace thought that since Jester was with his dad, that the comparisons would stop. That he might finally be able to step out of his brother’s shadow. Now, here he was, his mom casting the shadow back upon him. Ace didn’t want to recede back into the dark again. Even if he hated his new neighborhood. Even if he hated his new school. Even if he hated his isolation. He bore that hatred because he had one shred of hope for a change. This was a chance for him to finally become his own person.

Normally he would bite his tongue, grit his teeth, and bear the comparisons; however, he decided to do the opposite for once in his life.

“Bring Jester up again why don’t you?! Is that all you can do? Compare me to him?”

His mom let out a shocked gasp. He refused to turn back to her, to see the look upon her face.

“Ace Trapolla, lower your-“

“Well guess what? I’M NOT HIM! AND I NEVER WILL BE!”

Ace’s mother stood frozen on the stairs as she watched her son dash up the remaining steps and stormed into his room. The click of the lock sounded deafening in her ears, echoing along with the angry words her son lashed out with. She stood there for a moment before retreating down the stairs, at a loss of what to do. She walked into the kitchen, sat at the table, and cried.

Ace, meanwhile, slid down against the door until he was sitting on the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest and for the first time in a long time, he felt small. The rage that flooded his being in an instant on the stairs was already leaving his body.

“That’s no way to speak to your mother.”

Ace immediately lifts his head and finds himself locking eyes with a stranger standing at his window. Ace’s red eyes meet the stranger’s stormy gray, each seizing the other up. The red haired boy was shorter than Ace and he stood opening the windows further, letting himself into the room. The sight before Ace only became stranger as the boy stepped over the windowsill into the room. The boy wore a large red coat that went with an equally large red hat. The red coat was accentuated with intricate gold detailing in the images of hearts, spades, diamonds, and clovers, the suits of playing cards Ace realized later. The red hat had gold buttons and a large feather that Ace wasn’t sure the origin of, the feather seemed too large for any bird that he could recall. Taking in the boy’s full appearance, Ace could only relate it to that of a pirate that he read about when he was a child, something straight of a fairytale.

Ace knew he should scream, that he should get up, unlock the door, and run to his mother; however, he didn’t move from his spot on the floor. The boy hadn’t tried to hurt him and he definitely could have if he wanted to. Not to mention, the boy announced his presence by speaking, so it wasn’t like he was trying to sneak in and rob Ace. Ace was intrigued by the sight before him and he wanted to know more. After the day he’s had, a little curiosity couldn’t hurt worse than what he’s already dealt with.

Not knowing what else to do, Ace started to ask, “Who-“

The boy cuts Ace off with the click of his heeled boots, remarking in an authoritative tone, “Wayward you may be, yet you have the makings to succeed. From this day forward until you return home, you will be a lowly card soldier aboard my ship: the Queen’s Court. I will mold you into a proper gentleman as your mentor, your discipliner, your warden. I am Captain Rosehearts, Riddle Rosehearts. Now, let us depart for Neverland!”

None of this was making sense to Ace. He understood each word Riddle spoke individually, but stringed together they became something of an enigma. Ship? Card soldier? Neverland? Perhaps this Riddle guy really did step out from a fairytale. Even so, Riddle was presenting Ace with a unique opportunity: escape. After everything he’s endured today, he could just leave. Sure he doesn’t know what he’s getting into, but it couldn’t be as bad as the mess he’s in. Right?

Ace stands and as he does, he can see a large shadow outside his window. A ship is docked right outside with a plank leading to his windowsill. How the neighborhood wasn’t going mad with such a sight, Ace didn’t know, but this did provide truth to Riddle’s words. That ship, the Queen’s Court, was his ticket to a place called ‘Neverland.’ A place that must be far away from London as he’s never heard of it before.

Ace steps forward and says, “Then let’s get going already.”

Riddle studies Ace for a moment before responding, “Yes, let’s go. Don’t worry about grabbing any belongings, we have everything you could need on board the ship. Now follow me, we need to hurry lest we fall behind schedule.”

“Schedule?”

“Yes, you aren’t the only wayward soul I’m taking aboard tonight. Usually it’s only one, but I was given two names tonight. I’m off to collect Deuce Spade before we return to Neverland.”

Ace doesn’t know how else to respond other than letting out a small, “Oh, ok.”

Riddle doesn’t say anything else as he guides Ace across the plank and onto the ship. As soon as Ace is on board, a boy with orange hair is immediately pulling the plank back onto the ship. Other boys begin moving about the deck pulling on ropes attached to the large sails. Everyone seemed to know their respective role and moved like gears in a machine.

“Trey, could you show Ace to the sleeping quarters? In the morning, you can take him and the other new card soldier on a tour of the ship.”

Ace was too lost in his thoughts to realize that Riddle had continued to walk to the center of the ship, while he stopped to watch everyone running around the deck. Ace quickly walks forward and stands behind Riddle and the boy Riddle was talking to, Trey. Trey was taller than both him and Riddle with short green hair and golden eyes framed with black glasses. On his cheek there was a small black clover marking. He wore the same outfit as the rest of the crew, a striped shirt with pants that were covered with patches.

Trey smiles and extends a hand as he says, “Of course, Riddle. Nice to meet you Ace, I’m Trey Clover. I’m the main cook on the ship.”

Ace shakes Trey’s hand and says, “Nice to meet you.”

“Right this way, Ace, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying while you’re on board the ship.”

As Trey turns to lead Ace across the deck, Riddle calls out, “Oh, Trey, please don’t forget Rule 153.”

Trey stops for a moment before replying, “Of course. Two sugar cubes, yes?”

“Correct.”

Then Trey steps forward and Ace quickly follows behind him. Whatever rule they were talking about, Ace had no clue, and he honestly didn’t think much of it. Tonight had been strange enough already, so whatever code Trey and Riddle were talking in didn’t seem weird at all.

After the day he’s had, Ace doesn’t think anything could surprise him at this point. He’s not sure what tomorrow may hold. He might just wake up and realize it was all a crazy dream. Whatever happened tomorrow, Ace just hoped that it would be better than today.

[flowertab]

I was pondering Luke’s letters at the beginning of the OG games again, and I think I’ve come to a realization about them—or at least, it might be my personal headcanon now! Now these letters are addressed to the player of course, and it’s totally fun to imagine yourself into the PL world as Luke’s pen pal. But at the same time I always felt like there must be only one real in-universe recipient to these letters—he’s not mass-producing these things to thousands of pen pals, right?

The more I thought about who that might be, the more I became convinced that “dear friend” is Emmy. Consider:

—The recipient is someone Luke considers a dear friend. If we only go by what we see in the games, at least, there are only a few people he’s formed really tight bonds with. Reaffirming friendship with Emmy after her departure would be important to him.

—The letters only appear in the OG trilogy—where Emmy is absent. There are none to be found in the prequels, where she was present and already saw what happened for herself. Luke is giving her detailed narrations of the adventures that she didn’t get to be a part of, because in his eyes, she’s still part of the team. (If I’m not mistaken, Luke gives some narration in the crossover as well? That would continue the pattern, even if the canon is questionable there.)

—On that same note, Luke could hardly send such sensitive case information to just anyone in the first place. He even referenced that himself in the first letter (CV), where he outright says that the things they saw had to be kept secret for the rest of their lives—and then goes on to discuss said events anyway. True, we don’t see the rest of the letter to know how much detail he went into, but it certainly sounds like he’s going to lay it all out. Emmy is one of the few people I could see the professor allowing Luke to send such details to, which would also be a heartwarming exhibit of the fact that he still trusts her.

[banditblvd]

I just learned what a kelpie was today thanks to someone in a discord server I’m in sharing art of one, and then I remembered when he used that grass electricity trick thing in the Onawa country arc, and when bebo asked how he knew that he said “raising kelpies” and then I started thinking and you all know something is gonna happen when I think

This is what happened

[wowzoerz-blog]

You know it’s actually really nice being trans and true to myself as a person

Like, progress feels slow but every month I look back and think “Wow, that’s something unique I learned about myself!” And I am a much happier person because of that!

There is a girl under all of these repressed feelings that me and my friends are uncovering.

And she is just, Wonderful

[fireandspiceland]

not sure why but I’m in a franada/canfra mood tonight and now I’m thinking about ex-model Francis, who’s still highly attractive, especially to his sweet and beautiful young lover, but his best days are over and the realisation slowly starts to sink in whenever he’s not taking a drag from the next cigarette, and art student Matthew, who met this charming older man when Francis modelled naked for one of Matthew’s art courses. It was impossible for Matthew not to blush every time he looked up from the paper to get the shading of the thighs and cock of the model right and of course Francis noticed. One drink after the course led to another one thing to another and what I’m saying is Francis being more than tipsy, basically wine drunk and talking his young lover into topping him because he wants to feel like the whore he was in his youth and he couldn’t even get it up if he tried, blame it on the alcohol cause clearly it can’t be his age. Clearly.

[daenerysstormreborn]

Actually I’m making a separate post about this. Before you read, please understand that when I use the words “feminine” and “femininity” I am exclusively talking about the patriarchal stereotypes, aesthetics, gender roles, and other expectations ascribed to the female sex in a given culture. I do not mean “the intrinsic aspect of being female/a girl/a woman/however you wanna phrase it.” The concept of femininity is a construct. It’s a set of traits and roles and expectations and aesthetics that anyone can have. So when I say that some female characters are more or less feminine, I am not commenting on identity, I am commenting on presence or absence of traits ascribed to girls and women and conformity to sexist expectations. I am making this distinction because in the past it has been assumed that when I said that a girl was less feminine, I was saying she was less of a girl, which isn’t at all what I was saying. Anyway.

I have a knee-jerk reaction to the idea that the only reason Arya didn’t like “ladylike” activities is that she had bad experiences with them with Sansa, the septa, and her mother. Like the one exception to this is that I love the idea that she’d be good at embroidery if she was able to use her left hand. But otherwise I think it risks treading into gender essentialism. Like “the only reason a girl wouldn’t like and be good at “feminine” things is if she had bad experiences.” I know that’s not what most people mean to imply but I dunno I just think it would be really boring if it was like oh turns out Arya loved dresses all along like it gives Allison getting a makeover in Breakfast Club.

Like oh the girl who was insecure about not quite conforming? Well turns out that the answer to her insecurity is to conform! She just needed people to be nicer to her so she could become a feminine girl just like everyone else! No. There’s no power in that. The answer should be that social acceptance allows her to embrace who she is and have confidence in that! I want Arya to wear pants that allow her to run and play with children and a long cloak she’s embroidered with wildflowers. I feel like people generally understand that it’s sexist to have the resolution to the “I’m insecure because I’m not as feminine as other girls and have been mistreated for it” be “now that people have been kind to me I have become as feminine as other girls.” Like Chie in Persona 3. 

It undermines the criticism of the people who were doing said mistreatment. Like “You were right to be insecure! The answer is to change yourself! People bullying you for being different? Never fear! If you simply experience true kindness and acceptance, you can stop being different! No more insecurity because you can be just like everyone wants you to be and society itself doesn’t have to change!” There’s this dissonance in some fans where they can recognize that the way Arya was judged was wrong, but they still want Arya to end up being traditionally “ladylike.” And for me it’s just like. Why. That’s so boring. I don’t hate it as much as Arya growing up to be a ruthless killer but it seems like a betrayal of themes. My ideal end for Arya is that she’s home, she’s loved, she gets to be who she is. She has a family. She’s beloved by all the children in the Winterfell, not just her own. She teaches them about the wildlife and gives water dancing lessons to girls AND boys who want to learn. She braids her hair against her head to keep it out of the way and decorates the braids with flowers. It’s a very “happily ever after” sort of ending of course and not exactly what I think WILL happen (I do not have any idea what her endgame will be, to be clear, I’m just clarifying that I’m not theorizing I’m just imagining the best happiest ending for her I can think of that fits her character).

I just think that Arya doesn’t need to actually like dresses and be good at all the “feminine” activities and hobbies in order for her to be a beloved Lady, and it feels like that’s the undercurrent to the notion that Arya only dislikes traditionally “ladylike” pursuits as a result of trauma

[i-like-forcefem]

Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while, but things have changed lately and I'm scared She forces me to call her Mommy, she decides everything I wear, and I’m even not allow to touch my... >~<

Mommy tells me how to walk, how to talk, how to think And the worst part is that I don't think I want anything to change ;w;

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

the WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS tell me more about. the wings

👏 👏 OKAY SO THE WINGS

I’m still hashing out the finer details on this AU and I’d love to write something for it one of these days but the long and short of it goes like this:

The people of Xerxies are descendants of an ancient minor deity/eldritch being, and the people of Xerxies through bloodline inherit a pair of wings. The wings exist in a pocket-dimension and can be manifested or banished as their person wills.

Edward and Alphonse, being half-Xerxien, were born with a set of Xerxian wings. It takes time to learn how to manifest/banish the wings in and out of the pocket-dimension, so they just sort of let the wings do whatever they wanted for most of their early childhood. Hohenheim kept his wings to himself while the two of them were growing up because the memories of his people were too much to bear. Once he left, Edward and Alphonse started keeping their wings to themselves more often too.

Since Edward and Alphonse are only half-Xerxien, their wings do require the occasional maintenance (preening) and sometimes Edward struggles to control whether they appear or disappear (reservations against Hohenheim, wings responding to his emotional state/impulsiveness, etc). He’s more torn on his wings, but tolerates them because it’s something he has in common with Alphonse and Alphonse loves their wings. 

Then their mother died. Then they tried to bring her back. Alphonse lost his body; Edward lost his arm and his leg. Edward refused to bring out his wings after that, no matter how many times Alphonse urged him. What did it matter, anyway? Alphonse’s wings were taken along with his body. Hohenheim was never coming back and neither was Mom.

For years, Edward lived as a grounded Icarus.

Then there was the ‘incident.’ Edward reacted without thinking, because a moment’s hesitation meant life or death, and his wings manifested before he could think. But something was wrong. He kicked off the pavement, his arm outstretched, only to come slamming back down. That was when he realized the Gate was cruel beyond coincidence. 

It’d taken one of his wings—just one—to make sure he never forgets that he used to be able to fly. 

(This marked the first time Mustang and his team saw Edward’s wings. Edward had never so much as mentioned them before, but Mustang heard stories of the ancient civilization that flew on wings made of comet tails and stars.) 

(It was supposed to be a myth. It isn’t.)

— Aaaand that’s what I’ve got on this AU so far. TL;DR Edward somehow needs even more hugs

[homosexualworkaccount]

I’m curious, is Kenshi using disability aids a thing in the Mortal Kombat fandom? I don’t think I’ve ever seen any fanart or fics of him using disability aids that blind folks commonly use - and I’ve been here since November. Just a thought experiment really since he’s fully blind and only seems to really only use Sento in battle to see - I think, I haven’t played the game in a hot minute but I’d imagine he can’t always use Sento outside of that, so now I’m curious how people think he navigates the world outside of that and if he uses mobility aids or not.

[itsslivernotsilver]

hi guys does anyone wanna hear about the dichotomy that mist and maddie form in reference to that god damn tomato from the og short stories. ok great here i go

pantheon definitely expands a LOT on the differences between the two sisters but ken liu’s bit about the tomato has always stood out to me and i’m kinda sad they didn’t keep it in the show but whatEVER!!!!!! anyways it’s such a perfect symbol for the glaring differences between mist and maddie and i’ve been thinking about this for almost a year now so i gotta get it out there

like. it’s so simple. it’s just a tomato.

🍅<—tomato. round and red 👍 (also i love that little interaction so much holy shit)

anyways it’s so simple in it’s design but the connections that each sister has with such basic object like this are so drastically different it’s crazy

maddie approaches it from a deeply emotional and human perspective. to her, a tomato means the taste of one, her grandma, her family’s garden, her family’s dog, and just like. general childhood memories. in the show, she represents the side of humanity that wants to stay physically in the real world. she’s obviously friendly with UIs and CIs given that like. yk. and she expresses curiosity in mist and her whole deal!!!!!

but she clearly has her biases and those are shown through her wants for her son and how upset she gets when he advocates for uploading (even though mist practically raised him too but whatever i’m not gonna get into that rn). anyways my point is that she’s approaching this tomato conversation with her experiences regarding physicality, nostalgia, and other “human” feelings

but mist doesn’t have any of those!!!!!! she doesn’t have any human experience at all. she approaches a tomato from an extremely technical and factual perspective. she brings up the species categorization, court cases, genome info, etc. she even decides to mention that, logically speaking, she knows more about tomatoes than maddie does (which is like??? girl????? a little unnecessary but true)

in the show there’s the conversation about nostalgia and her line about having the code for nostalgia but not being able to execute it because of a lack of memories fucks me up sooo bad

she loves maddie and everyone around her because she’s kinda just an actual embodiment of love but she can’t help but feel alone in a world where everyone moves so slow and nobody really gets that she can’t understand a lot of “human” emotions. it’s why she’s so ecstatic to introduce caspian to the cloud and why she’s so passionate about the drive with all the CIs who are just like her. but in this moment she tries her best to connect with maddie but ultimately can’t because of the sheer lack of similar experiences

they just can’t understand each other fully and they never will. they’re forced to agree to disagree over something as simple as a tomato and god that tension keeps me up at night

another thing that i thought was super interesting was how the maddie’s interest in mist was flipped in the show if that makes sense???? like in the stories, it’s clearly maddie who wants to learn more about mist. she tries her best to bridge the gap and it’s her idea to give mist a body. but in the show, it’s mist that seems “more obsessed” (heavy on the quotes) with maddie. she’s reaching out more and she asked for a body herself and maddie lashes out when mist does something while trying to help (don’t even get me started on caspian and his whole deal this season i’ll fucking kill someone)

ALSO i feel like this post is getting too long now but i wanna at least mention the quote at the beginning of the chapter cause holy shit man

anyways that’s it for now i think. i might make another post about the quote and the other stories and some other details i really liked for the nonexistent people who’ve seen this show 👍