#JUST. WHEN THEIR CHARACTERS CONTRAST EACH OTHER

[knight-a3]

Heavenbound AU

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Angel Dust "Angie"

So I can avoid confusion between Angel and angels, his stage name is Angel Dust but he goes by Angie casually.

Side note: I'm too ace for this guy, yikes. Don't mind me clutching my pearls.

Spider family:

More notes under the cut to reduce clutter. There's info about the whole Spider family and some info about the Mafia as well.

Angie's redesign took me a while to nail down. I looked at other people's designs for inspiration, but nothing felt right. I wanted to give his head shape more structure, but it's too iconic to significantly change. Many people added spider fangs but I think they always look too cluttered and ugly. I also wanted the right balance of masculine and feminine for his outfit.

I am not a fan of heterochromia in character design, unless there is a reason or it's used sparingly. Angie's design is complicated enough with the gold tooth, extra eyes and arms, and body patterns that the heterochromia would just be too much.

Instead of giving him fangs that jut out like a real spider, I chose to just give him a main pair of fang-like teeth, while the rest are smaller.

It didn't make sense to me why he's able to retract his tertiary set of arms, beyond simplifying for animation, but I also do not want to manage all of them all the time, so I'm keeping that little ability. I'm justifying it with the idea that he was only ever somewhat interested in the family business, so he had less of a hand in it than his Pop or Arackniss(both of which cannot retract their extra limbs at all). I also wanted the sets of arms to have a hierarchy in how he uses them. Also didn't like the shoulders canon gives his secondary arms. They look weird to me.

The main set has 5 fingers on each hand and are relatively normal, because they're the equivalent of his human arms. The secondary set is a little smaller and a little more bug-like, with 4 fingers. The tertiary/retractable set are smaller and have 3 fingers.

I tried giving him a spider butt, but I couldn't wrap my head around how he would wear any type of pants. Not that he would be opposed to going around nude, but I just wasn't interested in that.

Casual:

I remember reading somewhere that Angel likes to dress more comfy rather than provocatively outside of work. So I decided his work outfits are the skimpy, sexy stuff. His main outfit is his typicall out-in-the-town fashionable stuff, which tends to cover him up more(gotta pay for those goods). And lounging clothes are just purely for comfort.

Main outfit-

I really wanted something that alluded to his mobster background. He may not really be involved of all that now, but it's still a part of him and that would linger. For as much as he modernizes, he's still a product of his time. Anyway, that's why I gave him pinstripe pants and a blazer.

I didn't want to lean too far into either masculine or feminine styles. He is undoubtedly feminine, but he was raised in an environment where suits and violence was the fashion. I actually searched for 40s gangster costumes for women, counting on the fact I'd find the silly sexy costumes so I could get ideas for a more feminine spin of the classic mobster.

I tried a boob window shirt for awhile, but it didn't let me show enough chest fluff. So I traded it for a V neck, which can work for both masculine and feminine styles.

Eventually I settled on a crop top blazer, since it gives a sort of suit jacket vibe while being feminine. I preferred the short gloves from the pilot, at least on his main arms, and used the longer style from the show for his secondary arms.

In canon, his "skin" color and the white of his clothes just don't have enough contrast. So I used more pink, and had the color of his fluff be a different hue than his shirt. I liked the stripes on his jacket before, but I didn't want to add any more complexity, especially when I already committed to the pinstriped pants.

Overall, I like this outfit for him. Maybe that has something to do with my personal tastes, but I think it suits him.

Body markings:

He wasn't a star until Val came around in the 70s, so he wouldn't have been quite so glam before that. He still had more mobster habits. I used his older, pre-pilot, Zoophobia design as inspiration, which used a low saturated purplish color. I thought it struck a nice balance between his mobster roots, and his later glam style.

I wanted to make the pattern something easy for me to remember. The heart design got pushed lower down because I needed more room for his chest fluff. His hands don't have anything because I didn't like how it looked with his lounge clothes. The stripes on his arms reference the stripes on his canon, pilot, and pre-pilot jackets. The stripes on his legs represent garters(suspenders that hold up socks or stockings).

Human- Anthony "Tony"

Many human versions of him that I've seen make him look too modern. I think they would absolutely work for a modern human au, but not for the 1940s. So this is my take on what he would have looked like while he was alive. Hair coloring in the 40s was always done professionally, and primarily used by women, and they usually didn't want it to be obvious. Bleached hair on a man(especially with naturally dark hair) would be far too much to maintain discreetly. He hadn't publicly embraced his feminine side while he was alive. His family was Catholic, and being gay was a no-no. But murder was okay for some reason. Don't question the mobster logic.

His brother and sister knew he was gay, parents did not. Arackniss was too tired to care, and Molly was supportive. She would take him to be her "bodyguard" when she would go out and do fun things, but it was partly an excuse she provided for him to do gay things.

Angie had mixed feelings about his participation in the mob. Sometimes it was fun, other times he'd really rather be partying. But he was a made man and swore an oath of loyalty. He can't just back out.

He spent his free time with drugs, guns, and hot guys. Then died of drug overdose in his early-mid 30s in 1947.

He wasn't publicly out as gay until Hell. His parents hated it and basically disowned him when they found out. But why should Angie care at this point? He's already in Hell. So he just parted ways with them(technically the oath of loyalty ends at death. It's not like the Mafia can really kill him for leaving now, since they all just regenerate anyway) and has kept in sporadic contact with his siblings. They aren't close anymore.

Spider Family:

Ma and Pops were mostly because I wanted to play with character design. And since they have no official designs, I had more room to play with it.

The whole family became spiders because they were involved with the "web of crime" that is The Mafia. Family relation does not automatically mean sinners will look similar. They usually don't.

Pops (real name Enrico, the Italian version of Henry. Nickname "Big Cig". Almost every mobster listed on wikipedia had a nickname) inherited the position of mob boss from a relative. I'm not thinking hard about historically accurate crime families, so this is a fictional family that we will pretend had a significant presence. He died not long after Anthony, in the early 1950s in his mid 60s via gang violence. He never managed to get to the same level of power after his death. He's a minor Overlord at best, but does hold some influence.

In Zoophobia, Angel and Arackniss had a dad named Henroin. A play on "heroin". So when considering a real name for him, I searched for a variant of Henry that sounded more Italian. I designed him before I knew he had a design, but I wasn't exactly impressed by Henroin's design, so I totally ignored it anyway.

Design-wise, I wanted to go for a stereotypical mob boss vibe, and it lends itself well to the more bulky, crustacean look. The resemblance to Mr. Waternoose was unintentional. He cannot retract any extra limbs.

Spider traits- I wanted to give everyone varying degrees of spider traits, partially determined by their level of Mob involvement and how dangerous they are. Pa is venomous(through his clawed hands), has super strength(because spiders are proportionally strong compared to their size), can super jump(cuz jumping spiders is the theme), and can summon a couple of guns. He's too large to crawl on walls and can't spin webs.

Ma was always at Pop's side, helping with the less violent aspects like finances. She did her share of poison murders as well. Ma died alongside Pop and is still at his side. She's arguably the more dangerous of the two at this point. She looks easy to take advantage of, but it turns out she has potent venom.

I didn't have anything canon to go off of, so she's technically an OC. I haven't put a ton of thought into her name, but I think I'll just go with Maria. Molly is named after her, I guess.

Design- Had to go with a femme fetale mob wife. The hourglass motif is because of her venomous nature, and not for any husband-killing. She can retract her extra limbs, because she is more dangerous than she initially seems.

Spider traits- she's more venomous than Pa(through her extra limbs), can wall crawl and super jump with her extra limbs, and spin webs(to ensnare prey. I think it might come from her hair bun and/or mouth, but I don't want to think too hard about it.). She's actually the more dangerous of the two, partially because she appears less threatening, and partially because the way her extra limbs are set up gives her more reach and agility. She cannot summon guns, and she doesn't have super strength.

Arackniss (real name is Giovanni, Italian version of John. Goes by Jon. Nicknamed "Little Cig", "Don Jon") worked as the underboss until Pa died, then took over as mob boss, making sure Molly was taken care of. He died in a shootout with police in the 1960s. He was around 50ish. He is on speaking terms with their parents, and sometimes works with them. He's tired and very addicted to coffee and cigarettes.

Apparently an old QnA revealed his real name to be Jonathan. Not sure if it's still true, but I didn't find anything more reliable. I found no examples of any historical mobster named Jonathan, despite there being many many Johns/Giovannis.)

Design- I wanted him to be unable to retract limbs, unlike Angie, but also wanted to avoid drawing all of them. So I used his overcoat to cover them, and he habitually keeps his hands in his pockets. Again, he can't retract any limbs because he was heavily involved with the mob. I changed his eyes from red to yellow, because I felt the yellow suited him better and reduces the overuse of red in general.

Spider traits- He can wall crawl, has super strength(which most don't expect because he's pretty scrawny), has super jump, and can summon guns. He cannot spin webs, and his venom is non-lethal and inflicted via bite(which isn't super useful to him).

Anthony/Tony "Wild Tony" was a soldier in the Mafia. He could have been a Capo(caporegime) if he was more committed. But he had a tendency to party and goof off. Technically, membership of the mob ends through death. Being the first to die, he was separated from the mob and didn't care to recommit. Angie partied hard and enjoyed gun violence, until Valentino came along. Valentino swept him off his feet with promises of fame, fortune, and love, convincing Angie to sell his soul.

Design- already covered most notes, but for organization: he can retract one set of extra limbs because he was involved with the mafia, but he was lower level.

Spider traits- He has less than the previous three. So he can super jump, spin webs(via mouth...he can make it kinky), and summon guns. He technically can wall crawl, but not for very long, and he usually uses it for things like pole dancing. He is not venomous at all, and does not have super strength.

In canon, Molly is in heaven, but I don't find it likely because of how the Mafia works, so she's in Hell now. (Real name is Marietta, which is an Italian version of Mary, and Molly is a nickname)She was the spoiled daughter and knew about the family's criminal activity. She knew, profited, and didn't care. She's guilty by association. Anyway, I'm gonna say she died about 10 years after Anthony, approx 1957, around the age of 40. Haven't thought too hard about how she died. Then she probably went and found some powerful, hot guy to sell her soul to. Not sure.

Design- I was going to give her an extra set of legs, but I couldn't wrap my head around the anatomy of it and just decided to stick with extra arms. She can retract all her limbs because she was "hands off" with the mafia.

Spider traits- she has the fewest because she was the least involved with the mafia. Aside from the obvious physical traits, she can only spin webs(because it is symbolically more domestic. Also via ponytail and/or mouth, but I don't want to think hard about it). She cannot wall crawl, or super jump, has no venom or super strength.

The Mob:

The Mafia is very patriarchal, so all members are men, as women were never formally initiated. But women were still significantly involved in a variety of ways. Most often by instilling mafia culture to the kids, drug trafficking, finances, or economics. Some helped as launderers, couriers, shills(con artist), drug traffickers, informants, and other typically non-violent roles. Some acted as proxies for their husbands in prison(which is becoming increasingly common in modern times).

Quick chart for Mafia organization, via the FBI.

Simple rundown of terminology because I didn't know the difference between Mob and Mafia, and I've now done too much research to not write it down in a relevant place:

mob- a group of people, usually disorderly

gang- crime group, ranging from loosely organized street gangs to structured syndicates.

syndicate- group of individuals or organizations that unite for a common goal. Can be legal or illegal.

cartel- (type of syndicate) a group of individuals or organizations that collude to control a business market via supply and demand. Can be legal or illegal.

The Mafia- originated in Sicily. Ethnically Italian gangs, referred to as "families" that may or may not have actual familial relationships. Characterized by a distinct hierarchal structure.

The Mob- the American extension of The Mafia. (ie. it's the same thing)

The Commission- the alliance of the various Mafia/Mob families. Older generation members, called "Mustache Petes", only worked with fellow Italians, sometimes even only Sicilians.

The National Crime Syndicate- multi-ethnic alliance of various criminal organizations. Most prominent being The Mafia/The Commission and Jewish syndicates.

All somewhat organized crime groups are gangs. Crime syndicates have a higher level of organization, and cartels deal in specific businesses. Eventually the terms mafia and mob were applied to other ethnic gangs that operated similarly. Such as the "Jewish Mob" and "Russian Mafia". But THE Mafia and THE Mob refers to Italian gangs.

(Jan 28, 2025- fixed the tags)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look, Don't Touch 1

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: Well, well, well, if it isn't another bad decision.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

The spectrum of city lights gleam through the window casting a soft glow over the lofty condo. Spacious and pristine, everything in exactly its place, even the shadows seem to assemble in orderly fashion along the pale wall. A fine contrast to your chaotic existence on the peripheral.  

You sit, staring down the treacherous drop. A single pane between you and the end. Your phone dims as it rests against the thumb grip, wires still woven from the port into the palm sized box. You can find anything on the dark web if you go deep enough. 

The alarm was easy enough to override with the device, you still feel a sliver of adrenaline. How your heart beats thunderously as you watch the screen race through columns of numbers. You expect a blaring siren, instead the door clicks and a low beep grants your entry. 

It's nothing bad. Not really. You’re tired of watching, of waiting, for what? You're not sure. It’s not as if you want him to notice you, you do your best to make sure he doesn't. Maybe one day when you're ready. Whatever that means. 

You shut the lights off once you get the photos, each room from every angle. So you have a reference to make sure everything's where it belongs when you go. Unlike you. 

You don’t belong here. Or anywhere. So you have no issue crossing those lines, because no matter where you step, you’re out of place. 

If anyone knew, they might think you've done this before. You’ve dreamed of it. Maybe, a bit too often. 

It's the online boards that make you so thorough, checking things you never even considered. Of course, those neckbeards are looking to scare some skinny blonde they don't have a chance with. You don't want to scare Steve, you just want to know him, if even from a distance. 

You always just watch. Is that so bad? You don't get in his way, you don't try anything, you just follow. 

Well, it's about time you came inside. You don't get much of a view from the outside. The reflection of the other buildings tend to make the distance further. A whole year and you don't know why you’ve waited so long. It’s not like he’ll know. 

You stand up and unplug your phone, turning on the flashlight as you point it ahead if you. You stop to admire the pictures framed and hung of him and his comrades, both old and new, dead and alive. You continue down the hall, back to the bedroom and peer around. 

You spread out on the bed. You can smell him, his sweat and the soap he uses. You know from his receipts. From skulking around behind him at the grocery stores you can’t afford to shop at.  

You close your eyes and imagine he's there with you. Watching you too. The two of you, peaceful, comfortable, like you've never been with anyone in your life. An indolent complicity. 

It’s lies. You know that’s not how it goes. If he knew about you, he’d be just as repulsed as any other guy. And you’re not the type for the sappy shit. You don’t want love, you just want a thrill. 

You put the phone down, the light glowing on the other side of your eyelids as it shines on the ceiling. You feel along your dark jeans and slide your fingers under your fly. You sigh as you feel yourself getting wet.  

You flick your clit and moan. You say his name and do it again, a steady motion as you wish he was there, hand down your pants as he fucks you with his fingers, reading a book as if he isn't rock hard over it. It must be extraordinary to have someone else touching you. It’s getting boring, just you. 

You cum quickly, surprised as usually you need your toys. More reliable than any man, you scoff and free your hands from the denim. 

You sit up slowly and wipe your cum on his pillow. Maybe he'll smell it, will he know what it is? Would he like it? 

You get up and stretch. You take your phone and check the time. You should go. He'll be home soon, you know he met his pal for drinks at seven. Funny, you were under the impression beer didn't affect enhanced beings. 

You go back to the living room and pack up. You plug in the cipher once more and head for the door. You re-arm the alarm and carry on down the hall. 

You stop at the elevator and wait. It opens and you suppress your surprise. Well, you’re not that shocked as his timing is always precise. Not to mention, he lives here. Steve Rogers hesitates before he gets off the elevator, blanching as he sees you.  

“Sorry,” he smiles at you. 

It’s not a real smile. It’s just his surprise. It’s courtesy. Steve fucking Rogers is high and above you. 

“It’s fine,” you say snidely as you stare at him dully. 

He only thinks to get off when his companion, Bucky Barnes, does first. You wait for them to pass you, the second man meeting your eyes as he passes. You see a spark of curiosity in his eye but it quickly dies. You’re not that interesting, especially at first glance. You rely on that. 

You step onto the elevator, nearly caught in the doors as you do. You turn to watch them walk down the hallway. They have no idea, you're just another faceless New Yorker. 

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It's weird, you think. Anyone else would be jealous to see the scene. They would crumple at the burning envy in their gut but you feel something much more intense. You're fucking horny. 

Your perch on the roof of the building a block from Steve's is bitter and blustery. You have the scope set up, cell phone in the holder, to align the lens. The red dot flashes to show that it's recording. 

You adjust the angle and zoom in on the screen. The set-up is simple enough once it's set up, if the app isn't a bit tedious. You take another drink from your thermos and huddle beneath your hoodie. 

You wish you could hear it. The slapping of flesh, the groans in his constricted throat, even the woman's airy breaths as she grips the back of the couch, teeth bared as Steve ruts from behind. America's golden boy getting his kicks from some bimbo he met down at the bar. Again. 

You want to be in her place. Or even just a bit closer. If it was you, it’d be a lot less predictable. He’ll finish, slap her ass, and send her off.  

You yawn as he grabs onto her shoulders, pulling her back gruffly as he rams into her hard. The aggression is what surprises. Steve Rogers is all smiles and sweet words for the cameras he knows are there, but behind closed doors, he’s brutal. The woman’s face contorts as the pain wracks her body.  

She doesn’t stop, lets him use her. Just like you would. If you even had a chance in hell, you’d lick his cum off the shield. Fuck, if he wasn’t obsessed with those barbie dolls, he might actually try something new. 

You don't hate her, don't feel an ounce of anger. She's doing you a favour, putting on a show just for you. An image you’ll never forget, that you’ll cherish on lonely nights. 

You shiver as heat nestles in your core. Your hand falls to your jeans, lingering just beneath your heavy parka. It’s too cold to do that now. You retract your arm and sigh. When you get home you’ll have to rewatch it with your favourite toy. 

Before your mind wanders too far, there’s a metal click and the loud clang of the bar across the other side of the door. Shit. You quickly grab your phone and collapse the tripod. You take down the lens and shove it all into the duffel, twisting the lid of your thermos tight and tossing it in before scooping up the unzipped bag. 

Footsteps scuff across the concrete roof as you scurry behind one of the wide chimneys and lean against the cinder block. You hold your breath as a man calls out, “hello?” he paces around, “someone out here?” 

Fuck! You put your head back. You won’t be coming back here again. It took you weeks to find the place and get the right angle, a good distance to keep from alerting Steve but not too far either. 

A flashlight casts a yellow light back and forth but doesn’t come close to you as you stay still. The man grunts and grumbles as his soles pad away and the door slams heavily. You wonder what gave you away. You disarmed the alarm on the door before you came up and no one passed you on the stairs. 

Maybe just a regular sweep by the building. You shrug and check the bag before zipping it up. You wait ten more minutes before going to the door and picking the lock. You assure yourself as you descend, you got more than enough to tide you over at least a couple weeks. 

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The cafe is busy enough to compound your insignificance. You’re hard to notice on a good day. A hoodie, jeans, just another body in the overcrowded city. You sit with a bottle of water and cookie you won’t eat, pretending to read as others are more obvious in their observation. 

Steve Rogers sits by the window, as if he wants to be seen, chatting over a steaming mug with the stalwart Bucky Barnes. Their conversation seems to frustrate the latter as several patrons interrupt them, asking for a picture or autograph to accompany their lattes and creamy frappucinos. As Steve acquiesces, Bucky leans back and crosses his arms, scowling as he refuses to engage. 

You grin. You kind of get the dude. You hate people, hate the city and the pedants looking for their fifteen minutes or living the delusion that their New York adventure is destined for greatness. You glance back at the page but your eyes don’t focus on the words. 

It’s why you can’t be with Steve. Why you don’t want to be. You just want to watch. You don’t like being noticed. Hate the idea of being watched. You’re not a part of the show, you like being just another faceless figure in the audience. 

Your eyes flick back up. Steve is back to leaning over his cup, an Americano, how fitting. His large hand punctuates whatever point he’s making as you admire the vein in his neck, just above his collar. 

You’re startled as Bucky rests his chin in his hand and you meet his gaze. You don’t react and hide behind the book again. Maybe a bit too obvious. 

You pretend to read for a few minutes then reach for your phone, checking the time. You should leave first. You close the book without marking the page and take your water and cookie and put it in your bag, the patched messenger showing its years. 

It rests against your hip as you stroll out, ignoring the super soldiers until you’re outside. You peek back as you pass the window and Bucky squints at you. What the fuck is his problem? You tuck your head down and continue down the sidewalk. You’ll have to be careful about him. 

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You close your journal and tuck it under your mattress. The bed takes up much of your bachelor apartment. You don’t mind the lack of space, it’s just you. It’s preferable to your previous roommates who assured you cohabitation is little more than a form of torture. 

You climb off the twin mattress and stretch as you go to the corner which constitutes your kitchen; a microwave above a compact stove, a fridge that looks straight out of the 60s, and a foot long countertop under a single cupboard. Not much but you often forget to eat as your mind overshadows any physical needs. 

You tear open a package of ramen and add water, shoving it in the nuke as you turn to lean against the counter. Your tall dresser holds most of your possessions, clothes, the pictures, your equipment, and a few toys. Nothing special, just like you. 

The microwave beeps and you put the bowl on the counter. You grab your phone and return, eating at the kitchenette as you slouch to keep from dribbling. You scroll through your phone, several alerts for Steve Rogers in the news. 

‘Cap’s UN Mission: Can he restore America’s repute on the international stage?’ You browse the article and a smile slowly forms as you forget your food and stand, lifting the phone as you search for more.  

The media really is dangerous, you muse. There are exact dates for the conference and Cap’s appearances. That means his place will be empty. It means you’ll be living it up, at least for a few days. 

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It’s been more than a month since your first visit to Steve’s apartment. Nothing’s changed and you feel a little less restless there. You know he won’t be back anytime soon so there’s no rush to do much more than bask in the remnants of his presence. 

You can still smell him on the bed sheets and his dirty clothes are still in the hamper. You sort through them, feeling them, sniffing a few shirts. You push the basket back into the corner and search the drawers of his nightstand. Lube, some porn magazines, relics really, and some random odds and ends.  

You go out to the front room and lay on the couch, flicking on the television. The Smithsonian channel. Predictable. You leave it there and watch the hour-long program on clockmaking. Riveting. 

You don’t pay much attention as you stare at the ceiling and think about him. It was that couch where he fucked her. On her knees, clinging to the back as he let loose his strength, not a care for her. You haven’t seen her since. She must’ve expected something different; maybe to be doted on. Pathetic. 

Your hand wanders along the edge of the cushion. Your fingertips brush fabric in the crease of the cushions and you sit up as you pull out the lacy thong. You hold it up and stand, looking down as you hang them against your jeans as if you were wearing them. For him. 

You scoff and bunch them up, tossing them behind the couch. Yeah right. You’re not some leggy blonde, you’re just you. You’d look stupid in something like that. 

Men always looked past you, through you. It’s why you didn’t bother. High school was a farce; shoved into lockers or chased out of school dances. And college, just an extension of the crushing social norms and ridiculous expectations.  

You kissed one guy in your sophomore year but he was worse off than you. You never saw him again after he came in pants just from having your tongue on his. Why would you want some dweeb like that? You’d rather settle for being alone than some freak. 

You sigh as you cross your arms and flop back on the couch. You think too much. This is supposed to be fun, so why does it make you feel so… alone? 

Reality splinters as your heart lurches. Shit. You hear a key in the lock and the sharp turn of the mechanism. Shit! You stand and panic as the door opens, too stunned to react as you trip over the leg of the chair as you try to hide too late. You hit your knees and look up at the figure in the entryway. 

“What the fuck?” the deep voice cuts through you. “Who the fuck are you?” 

Bucky comes into the room and stops short. He tilts his head as you stand, putting your palms out defensively, “look, I was just leav–” 

He’s barreling towards you and you stumble back frantically. He grabs the front of your hoodie and takes you off your feet as he shakes you, like a rat in the gutter. You grasp his thick wrists as you gape at him, speechless. 

“I know you,” he says as recognition wrinkles in his forehead, “I knew you were up to something.” 

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you say. 

“Me? I’m watering the plants,” he spits, “what the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Please, I swear, I wasn’t going to do anything–” 

“Shut up!” he snaps and shoves you into the leather chair, looming over you as he clenches the front of your sweater. 

“Let me go and I’ll never come back,” you beg and round your eyes and make your voice higher, just like you’ve seen other women do. You always looked younger than your age. “Please–” 

He scoffs and shakes his head, “I said, shut up.” 

His tone keeps any further plea muted. He glares at you, nostrils flaring as his thoughts swirl in his deep blue irises. He unfurls his fingers and draws his hands away rigidly as he stands straight. 

“Don’t fucking move,” he warns as he combs his fingers through his hair. He watches you for a moment before he looks around and grumbles under his breath, “don’t have the fucking time for this.” 

[punkeropercyjackson]

why is jinx black coded to you?? is it just hc or did moments from arcane start to influence you?? (not trying to be mean im gen curious its interesting cuz i havent seen anyone else hc her as black)

Her character feels very reflective of black girlhood/womanhood,both misogynoir and the positive aspects ^-^ Zaun is very similar to New York hoods and Jinx's mannerisms,attitude and tastes remind me of my hood friends(i'm dominican homecountry raised but a good hunk of my online friends are hood kids i also look after as an older afropunk)and they brought her relatability up to me first.The explotation throught the years and loss of childhood she faced as a 'dangerous'(read:misguised,hurt,unhelped)kid fresh out of trauma reasonates with me and a lot of other black Arcane fans,especially ones with 'scary' mentally illnesses,and so does how she's only taken seriously when seen as a threat and Timebomb gives black love with the strong solidarity and genuine connection her and Ekko have as contrasted to almost every other 'white' woman x black man ship and Jinx's femininity is very autistic black femme-coded to me specifically as one myself,although i do see her as transfem too since it fits pretty well(i'm tmasc).Her signature nail art is actually a common style on afro-dominicanas i.e the two colors in one set and switching up the order on each nail so i view Timebomb as afrolatina4afrolatino as Ekko's name is greek and it's common for black/latino diaspora parents to give their kids greek names

And for Vi,her adultification despite better avaliable caretakers for Jinx brings on the obvious comparison to the bias towards black older sisters to mind and as a nice contrast to Jinx,she comes off as a stud.And combined with all that,i see Isha as black too to complete the parallels between her and Jinx and she didn't die,that was propaganda and she's happy with her parents Jinx and Ekko and aunties Vi and Sevika🙏🏼Also Jinx had a hair journey from straight hair to an afrobubble ponytail to fantasy butterfly locs with magenta,blue,yellow and brown beads

[briarlovesclara]

Choices and Consequences: A Wicked Analysis

"If Movie 1 [of Wicked] is about choices, then Movie 2 is about the consequences." -- Jon M. Chu, interviewed by @/mayaegbo on tiktok

Here's the thing: there's a pivotal choice that is presented to each of the main three (Elphaba, Fiyero, and Glinda) at least once in every configuration within the two acts (of the musical, presuming this transfers to the movie):

Character A asks Character B to run away with them.

Often this is talked about in the context of Defying Gravity, but it actually happens TWO TIMES before that! And it all starts with...

Now, this is the movie's rough draft, so the scene does change slightly on screen, but it's for dramatic emphasis and the important part's fairly consistent through both the musical and movie. Same for the rest of these :)

Fiyero asks Elphaba to run away with him, albeit temporarily, to do a criminal or socially unacceptable act. Elphaba accepts this, which jumpstarts their relationship in earnest (in contrast with him asking her to ride with him and Feldspur in the forest, where she denies what would be an understandable request).

The next example of this situation, interestingly enough, shows to be the exception to the rule.

Elphaba asks Glinda to come with her, and Glinda accepts. What makes this different from the other times? There is a) no loss if she accepts, and b) active gain. Even though she can't expect to get her heart's desire, meeting The Wizard and even going to the Emerald City is huge for anyone, especially someone like Glinda!

The heartbreaking effect of this being the first time someone asks Glinda to come with her is that the audience may be prepped to think she will say yes in the future. Maybe she's just adventurous; maybe she'll follow Elphie anywhere, or can't bear to miss out on excitement. The rug pull is that she won't always say yes, and you deliberately are able to mischaracterize this choice until she makes a different one in Defying Gravity. Speaking of which...

Elphaba asks Glinda to come with her again, this time to truly become a criminal, wanted and unwanted, to cast herself out from society irrevocably... and she can't. Glinda refuses.

Some people like to talk about the tragedy that by the time Glinda would have come with her-- at the end of the story, maybe-- it's too late. And I agree that if she ever reaches that point, that's true. But I want to make it clear that this isn't just an Act 1, pre-time jump way of thinking.

I don't have script for this one, because the second movie isn't out yet, and it's not included in the musical script provided in The Grimmerie, but Fiyero asks Glinda to run away with him to find Elphaba in the middle of Thank Goodness after Glinda says that she hates staying and listening to the slander about her. Not only does Glinda refuse, she admits that it's because of the glamor and love she's grown used to. Crucially, she asks who could give it all up, and Fiyero answers, "you know who could, and did." (Pretty certain that's the wording.)

Fast forwarding, we get to the Wizard's Throne Room. There's no way that Elphaba would ask Fiyero to come with her-- but he decides he's coming anyway, and she accepts.

Now we get to Fiyero's only denial of Elphaba-- in Munchkinland, when it's obvious that he is going to die either way. If he tries to run, they will both be caught and killed. If he stays and dies, she has a chance, so of course he's yelling at her to go without him.

(And maybe, just maybe, he's paralyzed with fear and guilt, staring down the barrel at Glinda as he yells to Elphaba, unseen behind him. Despite it all, he can't seem to turn his back on his fiancée. He won't leave her again.)

Finally, Fiyero and Elphaba run away together in the finale. That's not an ask, is it? But Elphaba wants Glinda to know. She's hesitating. Fiyero starts walking, but she holds back, and he reaches out a hand to her and says "come". After a pause, she follows him, and he puts her hat on as they leave together. So as it started, Fiyero asks Elphaba to come with him, and she accepts.

But wait, you might be saying, what about Glinda? When does she ask either of them to come with her? And the answer is that she doesn't, not explicitly, because that's not who she is.

Glinda wouldn't ask someone to come with her, because she'd never be caught doing something that needed persuasion. The other two are the revolutionaries, who inspire the best in her, but just like she doesn't go through with following any serious rebellion, she doesn't incite it, even as a joke.

That being said, she does tell Elphaba to do something big one time: when Glinda asks Elphaba to listen to the Wizard and Madame Morrible at the end of Act 1. Then, during Defying Gravity, she says, "Listen to me. Just say you're sorry." Even when she is finally trying to convince someone to do something rebellious, it's rebelling against what Elphaba knows is right, her sense of justice. The audience should have known by the time Elphaba asks Glinda to come with her that it wouldn't work; the Glinda that begged Elphaba to let go of Animal rights for her own comfort would never fly away from a life in the Wizard's Palace.

Some loose ends with Glinda:

Glinda similarly asks Elphaba to come with everybody else to the Ozdust, but she leaves without her and we know where that motivation came from.

I can't think of Glinda directly asking Fiyero to come with her anywhere, besides discouraging him from leaving with Elphaba in Act 2, which I don't feel like counts.

So yes, Jon M. Chu, choices and consequences. The two best words to describe this incredible story :)

[terramythos]

FFXIV JOB GLAM CHALLENGE - 19 OF 21: DARK KNIGHT

we're so fucking back, baby. i had a sickies idea for using Fray/Esteem in the photoshoot since we can summon him freely now. it really is a pain in the ass to get multiple character models lined up correctly (especially Esteem, who just follows you around haphazardly in the overworld and is only out for like, 15 seconds) but i think it turned out nice. shout out to @nongunktional for the mt gulg suggestion, i think it's a nice contrast to the glam, and also appropriate to use a shadowbringers location since DRK is the expansion mascot.

one thing i liked with this glam is how i used red as a lining for an otherwise black and silver scheme. despite being pieces from 3 totally different sets, i think the weapon, feet, and gloves really complement each other with this. i kind of wish i had the ark angel gloves for this set but nooooo waaaaay am i actively farming that when it's current. tank alliance raid queue times, in this economy?

more detailed look at the glam:

glamour recipe from https://mirapri.ff14eden.work under the cut:

[ksfd892]

It perplexes me that GG has an arguably conservative take on relationships and getting married. Being part of a relationship doesn't 'count' as enough - the couple have to get married in order to be truly committed to each other and to be taken seriously.

It's both interesting and confusing that engagement and marriage are often used to fix fights between couples or as a sweet, spontaneous choice. Sookie and Jackson decide to skip living together first, Lane and Zach get engaged rather than deal with the issues they were fighting over and Liz and TJ get married comically fast, relatively speaking. Part of this is due to the screwball comedy theme throughout the show (discussed here x), but part of it also seems to be this traditional view that to really love someone, you have to marry them.

Lorelai is an exception to the couples above in that despite Max also proposing to make up an argument, she eventually cannot go through with it. Marriage is also shown as the wrong decision when Christopher proposes when she is pregnant with Rory and, later, when Christopher spontaneously says he wants to marry her during his visit in S1. This is largely due to Lorelai being the main character, whereas the other couples are secondary, yet her hesitance to get married is criticised later on. Although not marrying Christopher because Lorelai didn't love him (and because pregnancy is not enough of a reason to get married), and later turning down Max because she doesn't love him either are shown as good choices, her issues with marrying Luke are shown in a more negative light.

Lorelai breaks off the engagement with Luke at the end of S6 and as in AYITL, this is seen as a weak choice, as she ended the engagement in a fight and still hasn't married him, even if their relationship is repaired. Lorelai claming that she and Luke are 'partners' is shown in a dismissive light, by Emily calling them 'roomies' and contrasting it to her marriage with Richard. The series as a whole shows it as a fear of commitment and, while Emily is blunt, she is not wrong. While obviously fear of commitment can be true for some people in real life, there are also just as many relationships where the couple simply have chosen not to get married and are no less in love. This is not shown as an option in the series for any couple. If you are 'truly' in love you should just get married. The questions about how Sookie and Jackson adjusted to living together, how Lane and Zach handled their issues and how Liz and TJ faced problems as a couple are either ignored or 'fixed' by getting married. The only married couples who do face problems are Dean and Lindsey, as they get married for the wrong reasons and are set up for Rory to make a terrible, desperate choice romantically, and later Emily and Richard, who 'solve' their problems with a vow renewal. The issues behind their separation are dropped after the second wedding. The other couples discussed are shown to have made the correct choice without any question.

GG is a comedy-drama and, obviously, isn't going to focus on marital difficulties (for the most part), but it's interesting to see this traditional life path celebrated in what is generally a very liberal show (abortion aside, but this is probably partly due to the network and TV landscape at the time). Clearly, numerous couples choose to get married and there's nothing odd about depicting it, but numerous couples do not, for a whole myriad of reasons, none of which are portrayed. To truly love someone, you must marry them, otherwise you are playing at being 'partners'. Marriage is attempted to be shown in a more nuanced light in S7 but, as ASP didn't write it, it stands outside of the show's main narrative. At the end of AYITL Lorelai arrives at a new stage of adulthood, but it's not by her and Luke really communicating - it's by their decision to finally get married.

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 37

[In the End]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Thirty-Six] <- _____

[5 years later]

The soft glow of the rising sun peaks through the windows of a quaint home in Marley, causing you to shift and stretch gently in the bed you lay. When your eyes open you are met with the serene face of Levi who lay in a tranquil sleep and you smile. Through all your time as a Scout, he was plagued with insomnia, and though the two of you sleep better in each other's presence, now you could truly say that he slept in peace. He seemed so vulnerable next to you and you felt yourself flush with warmth at the thought that you would be the only one who could ever see him this way. You reach out, fingertips tracing the edge of the thin scar that ran from his right eye to his lips, lightly touching the contrast between its roughness and the softness of his skin. You smile up at him, still so handsome and so beautiful to you. One moment passes until you feel him shift as he groans softly and his right hand reaches out and grasps yours.

Levi slowly looks up and meets your warm stare. The light of the rising sun illuminates your figure next to him, so ethereal, so perfect. The room is filled with nothing but serene silence and he feels himself wonder how lucky he got to have you, by his side; to finally live in the dreams he held onto for years, and to wake up to you, always smiling to him. You grin as he murmurs that it's too early to get up but you meet his gaze teasingly as you scoot closer to his warmth. He instantly envelops you and you feel like you could be there forever, and you realise, that finally, you could. No danger lurks beyond your doorsteps, no fear encompasses you both when you leave the confines of your home. No anxiety dictates your lives and no squad awaits your presence at insane times in the morning. Nevertheless, you press your lips softly to his collarbone before looking up to his fond gaze on you.

"They'll be waiting."

.....

When you are finally dressed, and you help Levi do the same, you both leave the confines of your home in a small town in Marely. You push Levi along the streets in his wheelchair as you hum a light tune and bask in the liveliness of streets that surrounds you. The markets are on today and vendors call out to you in greeting as you wave back, Levi maintaining his bored stare despite them calling to him too. The both of you were well known in the small town. Yes, you two were known as heroes who saved the Earth from the Rumbling several years ago, but you were also owners of a popular cafe in the middle of town. There you and Levi worked selling tea and pastries with Gabi and Falco who would often join you two.

You had also both helped with the plantations of trees that occurred throughout the nation, to rebuild the ecosystems tragically lost with the events that had occurred. With your volunteering, your shop and both of your easily recognizable appearances, the two of you had become a very popular couple. Despite Levi voicing his irritation at the crowding at times, you knew he was happy to live the simple life he always longed for - and that you always longed for - together. You couldn't ask for anything better, nor a better ending than the one you found with Levi, and you always took every day in grateful stride, never wasting a second of the precious life you were gifted here.

Today was a rare day off for you and Levi, as you closed up your shop for the day and headed for the rebuilt port. Gabi and Falco had spotted you approaching and they yelled out to you brightly from where they sat as you smiled to them. They were now in their late teens, no longer the kids you met all those years ago. "[y/n], [Levi]!" Gabi calls as she bounds over to you, Falco following close behind with a smile on his face. "Morning," he says from behind her, while Gabi envelops you in a hug and you laugh lightly, seeing her so excited for the day. "Aren't you excited, they're coming home!" You smile at her words. Indeed, Armin, Jean, Connie, Pieck, Reiner and Annie would be coming back on the ship from Paradis after having to go back for a short while to discuss some things with Historia, who now thrives with her small family.

They had all become Peace Ambassadors and were successful two years ago at convincing those in Paradis that stopping the Rumbling had been the best course of action. It had taken a lot of work, according to what you have heard but it was worth it to stop any more conflict from affecting the world once more. You had heard that Mikasa was also coming down with them, and you smiled brightly at the idea as it had been a short while seen you'd seen her as she prefers to stay by Eren's grave on the Island. You had tried to stay true to Eren's words to you that day. 'Look after them for me.' You always try to look out for your squad whenever they need to talk or even if they want to just come and see a familiar face once in a while, with a warm cup of tea. You had also taken a few trips to Paradis, just to make sure that the young woman was doing okay, knowing the pain that comes from losing someone you love.

You stand next to Levi who looks up at you. You know in his masked gaze he is also excited. The quiet was nice to have once in a while, but you had both missed the lively banter of your prior squadmates, and you were happy to get to see them once more. Sure enough, an approaching ship moves to port from the distance, horns blasting as though in greeting. Your smile widens when you see the familiar faces of the people you had missed so much shouting and waving at you.

"Hey! Captains- I mean [y/n] and Levi!"

"Gabi! Falco!"

"Did you miss us?!"

You grin at their rushed voices and yell out a greeting in return, as you reach out for Levi's hand and grasp it excitedly. You see Mikasa look over the edge of the ship as well, a small smile reaching her face when she sees you. "Mikasa! I missed you!" You call out, much to the embarrassment of the woman who blushes lightly and you laugh, as she gives you a small wave. When you glance down to look at Levi, you're surprised to see his gaze on you already and not your approaching friends. You raise an eyebrow in question, but he merely smiles at you and tightens the hold on your hand. You smile softly in happiness before turning back to your squad. So lucky to have so much to live for in a world where so much had been lost.

.....

[Decades later]

The end had come many years after you started your life in Marley.

It was an early morning day when Falco and Gabi had found you both.

Your hair was grey and your skin no longer its flawless complexion but Levi still loved you every day of his life. You had both grown old and you had both lived. Your squad members had visited you often, now with their own families in tow. Though the two of you never had children, Gabi and Falco who you had both essentially taken under your wing had children of their own now and helped keep your shop going. It allowed you and Levi to spend your days more quietly the more you grew older. The years you spent together were... beautiful. Not a day passed that you did not feel the depths of Levi's fond gaze on yours, not a day without soft laughter exchanged, not a day you didn't feel content by his side.

So, when the time had come to move on, it ended the way all other days did.

You were in his gentle grasp, the lingering of a good night in the air, the soft caress of your hair, the soft press of his lips on yours. It was so much more peaceful than you thought it would be. Not in the clutches of some Titan or by the gun of some enemy, but enveloped under the soft embrace of the man you loved for all of your life. The last glimpse you had was your husband's soft gaze on you, before drifting off to a dreamless sleep. It was so quick, so painless, you hadn't even noticed that you had reached the end.

Falco and Gabi had looked at the sight of you and Levi, clutched loosely in the other's grasp, and felt their tears brim the corners of their eyes. Your lips were upturned into a gentle smile despite the ceased rising and falling of your chest, and the lack of thrumming in both of your hearts. In the end, you never had to live a moment without the other's presence, because, in the end, you had both died in your sleep, beside the other.

When you opened your eyes once more you were met with the sight of a clear blue sky and flowers that swayed in the wind around you. You felt yourself confused but even more so when you looked down at your hands and saw their young disposition. You hear a calling of your name and your head perks up at the frantic and nostalgic sound of a voice. "Hey!! [y/n]!!" Hange? When your eyes do meet theirs, you stand up instantly running over to them in a flash and relishing their embrace. "Hange, what are you doing here?" You ask, but they grin in their joy, and you notice that they now have both of their eyes once more, free of any injury or burden. Your eyes widen as they reply, kind gaze on you, "You took your time, [y/n], we've been waiting you know," they smile teasingly and you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

We?

But when Hange lets you out of their embrace and moves to the side you feel your shock envelop you once more. Erwin, your squad members, comrades you have lost, all of them looking to you with a proud gaze. You feel someone mess up your hair momentarily only to look up and feel tears prick the side of your eyes. Furlan... He grins the same charismatic smirk on his face, while Isabel bounds over to you, clutching your middle. "Big sis! You're finally here!" Her face is forever entrapped in her youth and her bright eyes have not changed as she looks happily to you. Erwin nods to you in the distance, Petra waves with your squad, and Sasha smiles at you, arms crossed before her body in ease. "You did well, [y/n]," Furlan grins as he squeezes your shoulder tightly. "We've been watching you all this time. But someone's been waiting for you, he's pretty impatient for someone who's only been here a few minutes though..."

You frown confused at the blond-haired boy, but suddenly the crowd shifts, and there he is. Not the Levi you saw just last night, though you could tell it was still him, but Levi with both eyes and working legs, embodied in the prime of his youth. His grey eyes widen before he makes his way to you quickly, still getting used to being able to run once more. He stops momentarily before embracing you in his arms and you stop, suddenly realising what's going on. "So, we're-" You start seeing the dots connect, and why so many of your deceased comrades now surround you. "Yeah..." Levi mutters but when he breaks away you can't help but brush away his hair, now back to its raven colour and meet his loving gaze. "I guess we made it then," you laugh tearfully looking at the man who can't keep his gaze off of you, despite being surrounded by so many of your friends. "This is the end."

It's so open, so free.

Levi smiles softly before rolling his eyes at your words and grasping your hand in his, "Tch, I wouldn't call it the end, you're being dramatic," he mutters, and you laugh while he drags you along. Furlan and Isabel run close behind you as they shout about showing you the strange place you now find yourself in, but you are truly lost in your bliss. You couldn't believe your luck. You never had to live a moment without him, without Levi. You saw so much loss, you lived so much of your life and you loved together...until the end. But as you wondered hand in hand in the place that stood after your deaths you realise that so much more awaited.

Until the end and beyond that, you had loved and you were free. 

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A/N: Oh my goodness!! We have come to the end of this story!! Thank you to all of you who read through everything, and thank you to all the kind comments along the way; I have utterly adored reading your thoughts and reactions!! 💗 This was so much fun to write, and probably the longest thing I have ever written. I guarantee that I will be back in some shape or form!

Thank you to everyone and I truly hope you enjoyed <3 

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[Chapter Thirty-Six] <-

Tags: @batboygirlie @crmnic @levisbrat25

[hahisfirsttime]

HELLOOOO I ALSO WATCHED MRS. FLETCHER BECAUSE OF CAM

So I am here to infodump. Don’t mind if I do~

Last year I also went through that spiral of “I need to watch every Cameron content there is” (from which I have left paradise city, black code and two movies with him as a kid), and low key I had a fun time with it!!

It’s ironic that I still struggle to watch Jessie sometimes, but Mrs. Fletcher was a nice change of pace? Meaning, I didn’t expect seeing him in a quirky, kind of indie, LGBTQ+ friendly, and highschool/adult drama short series at all! The story was kind of weird in many different ways, since I for one got lost very quickly in stuff like-

[SPOILER WARNIN] the whole grandpa with dementia, her different dates and flirt dynamics, the father who had an autistic son (which was a great slay, but seemed a bit forced to me? I don’t mean to say there isn’t that kind of situation irl, where parents don’t know how to “”””deal”””” with it, or do it in the most awful and degrading way for the child -by calling him ‘not normal’- I just think it could’ve been portrayed differently while still keeping the fact that the father was an 4sshole) or also the fact that Eve’s son, Brendan, was also an absolutely bad character with the intention to be hated.

For context, yes, he is a very hetero cis white male with an inferiority complex and lotsa issues that he handles in a “chad” way of working out and ignoring his studies. Something I sincerely feared that Zack would also be, with for example beginning scenes of unpacking with Eve and the high school theatre thing where they were laughing at inclusivity jokes. BUT HE WASNTTTTTTT he actually had such a fun and cool attitude that contrasted Brendan’s and made him look as the idiot that he is!

After seeing Zack at the party, I was flabbergasted. Everything made sense. Gay, gay guy. Gay guy kissing blonde twink. Gay alert blaring through my brain to my heart I began to watch it over and over because of how SATISFYING their body language and vibe is. Oh my god. I remember replaying that scene over and over, both with my phone and in my mind, at school, on the bus, anywhere. I completely hyper fixated on it hahshahsh and that’s why I say i ended up just having fun with it- I even started listening to Tegan and Sara thanks to itttttt

Afterwards, with the pretty girl who’s name I can’t remember and Brendan’s bj scene—- I got so triggered and amazed, I thought she acted that very very well by the feeling I got when watching, so, seeing the little gay group they all had and how they all supported her, and Zack going out of the building to shoo Brendan away— SO CUTE AND HEALING like get it guys

So yeh, I think it’s a bit obvious that the series was written to fit more than a single season, since the problems they introduce are treated throughout each episode little by little, and somehow closed off again in the final chapter. But with a very open ending, where things are left halfway done (not an inherently bad thing! IRL everything takes time, even more interpersonal relationships, so it’s also logical that some characters don’t quickly make up and finish their business with each other).

SO YEAH THATS IT I was gonna insert a cute edit I found on TikTok but apparently I can’t hagshsh byeeee

I was one of probably around 10 or less people who actually watched Mrs. Fletcher but I did it specifically to stare at Cameron whenever he was on screen. I’m kinda on a mission to consume every bit of Cameron content you see

The show? Mid. So mid. I didn’t like it. But on the bright side I liked Cameron’s character. That. That fun little gay.

(if anyone else actually watched this can you tell me what you thought lol)

[k0fii]

Some pairings I like not romantically, not platonically and not even in a familial sense (thematically)

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.

[dirtytransmasc]

totally don't imagine little Aegon, maybe 7 or 8, playing with his toys while Sunfyre watched on, pouncing on castles carved from stone and gnaws on little wooden soldiers.

don't imagine him play-fighting with his boy. Aegon and his training sword fighting against the merciless beast that is his little golden fledgling, gently attacking playful claws and flapping wings and nipping beak, parrying when the dragon gets too close. or Sunfyre finally tackling his boy, mocking dragonfire when he screeches in his face, before nuzzling his boys cheek.

don't imagine them curling up in the sun, out in the grass or in a windowsill. Sunfyre spreading his wings over his boy to bask in the light, burying his face in the warmth of the crook of Aegon's neck.

don't imagine the hatchling perching on his bonded's shoulder. don't imagine Aegon sneaking to see him when he was sad or angry. don't imagine Sunfyre crying out in distress, restless in his den when he could feel Aegon's distress but could not get to him

don't imagine the fledgling finding his way to Aegon's window, sneaking in and curling up next to the boy as he laid drunk and miserable, coping as he wrapped around him. don't imagine him perching on the roof of Aegon's chambers, crying to him when he got too big to enter.

don't imagine his sweet little chirps and songs. don't imagine Aegon's little giggles and chuckles. don't imagine the nuzzling of white hair or the scratching. don't imagine them being happy

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Business comes first! Drinking is the job!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[licensedproldier]

brennan will really be like "is anyone gonna write six of the most tragic and fucked up teenagers in the whole world and their narrative foils having violent murderous beef with each other in a devastatingly teenage way and then tell their story through a series of unreliable narrators or" and then not wait for an answer.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

https://x.com/captainh4ndsome/status/1774282734288138451?s=46

I saw this series of quotes and why do you think that hat has three stabs from buggy? Is it truly connected to shuggy? Could shuggy really be that important???

so, here are the tweets in question. (one of which is from @goingbuggy! hi there! this is, what, the third time someone’s asked me to talk about your tweets? i guess at least one of my anons is a fan.)

i have wondered a time or two whether in oda’s early planning it might have been buggy who gave shanks that three-slash scar. (i’ve heard that oda originally had a five year plan for one piece, though i’ll admit i’ve never sought out a direct source for that.) in that case, the slashes through the hat might have been intended as foreshadowing.

but since buggy wasn’t the one to make that scar, instead it leads us to draw comparisons between these characters who both have wielded three blades on one hand. and maybe it’s just because they were both written as foils to luffy, but i find comparing buggy and blackbeard very interesting!

similarities:

former warlord of the sea/current emperor of the sea

devil fruit user

served on a big name’s crew back in the day

intentionally went under the radar/overlooked for years

doesn’t really buy into concepts like “loyalty” or “honor,” happy to turn on a crew mate or backstab an ally if it’s to his advantage

used to wield three blades but these days prefers explosive-adjacent weapons

not happy to see red-haired shanks at marineford

differences:

fell into those positions by chance/years of plotting to get into those positions

a devil fruit with zero combat utility (besides avoiding damage)/possibly the devil fruit with the most combat utility? (though, unusually, he can take damage while wielding it)

their reasons for going under the radar (fear of being hunted down/working towards a secret goal)

the consequences for overlooking them (for shanks: losing buggy/losing to bb, or at least taking a very bad wound from him; for others: misinformation on a global scale/the literal paramount war)

buggy is a strong believer in the captain-crew bond, which bb absolutely does not buy into

type of three-bladed weapon (three throwing daggers, suggests flexibility, hidden motives, a preference for distance fighting; claw weapon, suggests light-footedness, straightforwardness—you know when a claw wielder is about to start fighting, he’s gone and put the claws on)

type of explosive weapon (bombs, suggests pre-planning, a preference for distance fighting, maximum damage for minimum effort; guns, suggests a flexibility on distance vs melee range, a willingness to threaten rather than kill outright)

why they didn’t want to see shanks (ugh, that guy pisses me off/i think that guy might literally kill me lmao)

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hello why is kaishin more popular than shinkai or what i mean is why bottom shinichi is like the most widely believed one? lol not really in the fandom just vaguely familiar with the anime from childhood it's just my mutuals likes this ship. i'd thought shinichi being the top would be more popular given his personality.

anon sorry for the late answer!!

imma be real honest with you, anon, i've loved the kidco dynamic since i was conan-sized but i only realized kaishin should be making out around 2021 so i don't know if i'm the best person to answer this question LOL BUT, i'll give you an answer!

tbh, i think for fandom shipping in general, the main character more often than not is the chosen bottom and whoever else is the other party is topping them. in japanese media especially, the ship names are mostly born from putting the kanji of their names together wherein the order of which indicates the seme and uke. since this happens early on, we kinda get stuck with that as the popular ship name whether you prefer the other way later on.

perhaps kaishin is more popular but not entirely by a lot compared to other ships where it's completely skewed to one side. i see a lot of shinkai too. ofc there are people who prefer one way over the other exclusively and that's completely fine!

personally, i think confining them into seme and uke or top and bottom does a great disservice to the kaishin dynamic because to me we should be looking at their sub-dom dynamic more and why they're actually peak switch sub and dom!!!!

that's fucking right kaishin is actually peak switch and i will die on this fucking hill!!!!!!!!!!

when you say shinichi would be the "obvious top," i'd like to assume in your heart you actually meant "the obvious dom" (LOL) but i think that could also apply to kaito.

i think the appeal of kaishin is the push and pull between them. the give and take. they're always trying to one-up each other. sometimes one pushes and the other gives way, sometimes it's the other way around.

i will be honest, perhaps switch pairings might just be my preference but I have never encountered a pairing that felt this completely equal in the switch department more than kaishin. like for other ships i'd sometimes be like, "yeah they switch but A is 70% more dom than B." But for kaishin I'm like, "oKAY THEY'RE 50/50 THEY'RE EQUALS THEY'RE PERFECT HALVES RAAAAAHHHH"

now how does this answer your question? well, i have no proof and im going off of vibes and like i said im no veteran in this ship fandom but, i think a lot of people do enjoy the other way around as you think it would've been. it's just that...it's something that can just be filed under the kaishin tag too. because it's basically the same sometimes. the only different thing is who's topping and bottoming. like sometimes i'm scrolling through twitter and i'd see art that's giving shinkai but it's tagged as kaishin and vice versa lol.

also personally i prefer calling them kaishin because i love the letter k and i associate the name shinkai more with makoto shinkai so every time i see people refer to kaishin as shinkai, my mind just conjures up an image of kaito, shinichi, and makoto shinkai together and i know that's fucking hilariously weird but it sometimes happens!!!! LMAO so even if i'm thinking about shinkai stuff, i still prefer using the name kaishin lol.

(but having the kaishin/shinkai distinction is definitely still useful especially for people who want to filter through one way or the other so fuck yeah to the ship name shinkai you're here to stay!!!)

anyway in conclusion, top shinichi is popular too dw lol, or maybe i should say bottom kaito is popular too lol i see yalls

also sorry that this answer is not only late but also a whole essay that doesn't even straightforwardly answer your question lol my bad anon