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ppppxseur · 27 days ago

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characters that i believe are black

what are my qualifications you may ask? i'm black. thats it those are my qualifications

also if i see a single comment about "blackwashing" i will lose my SHIT, i swear to god

also theres no fandom order for this so good luck trying to figure out what's coming next

MINA ASHIDO (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

she breakdances, she's spunky, she's energetic. she's deffo one of those black girls who wears cookie monster pajama pants to school and adopts shy kids cuz she doesn't have that type of shame

like... need i make myself clear enough?

also she definitely has some sort of vitiligo

IZUKU MIDORIYA (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

i mean... he has no father. horikoshi practically screamed in my face that this kid is black as fuck.

he deffo cant cook tho, which i like to think is something that bakugou teases him relentlessly for

also this boy is tenderheaded as fuck and cries when mina does his hair

LUCINDA (APHMAU MCD/MYSTREET)

LOOK AT HER. look me in the eyes and tell me RIGHT now that that is not an albino black woman

you cant, im simply correct on everything

god i miss my girl. lucinda you deserve the world and you deserve all of the screentime and i cannot believe that bitch aaron SNATCHED the screentime that was rightfully yours

THE STRILONDES (HOMESTUCK)

"but do you mean all of-" YES. ALL OF THEM. they are all black and they are all jewish hussie told me so himself, argue with the GODDAMN wall.

ARADIA / DAMARA MEGIDO (HOMESTUCK)

my favorite weird girl <3

"but the megidos are asi-" WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE. SHUT UP.

first of all the fact that damara's typing quirk was just Straight Up Japanese (and not even GOOD japanese either) is NOT the best fucking look if you want to potray another race. but also people can be biracial that is a thing and i hc the megidos as being blasian.

there is everyone happy? good now lets keep going

NEPETA / MEULIN LEIJON (HOMESTUCK)

(my second favorite weird girl)

(my THIRD favorite weird girl)

i dunno. theyre my faves. i love them. therefore they are black. i feel like i dont need much explanation other than that

KARKAT / KANKRI VANTAS (HOMESTUCK)

ugh. the thing that sucks about ones with family (or... i guess in the trolls case, the closest thing of "family" you can get) is that you have to make them all the same race or otherwise you have to explain the weird shit

kankri is lightskinned and uses his white passing privilege for evil.

also before you even THINK about trying to pass off white vantas: LOOK at their fucking storyline. just LOOK at it.

(before i move on from homestuck, i just wanna mention a quick side note: i didnt include gamzee or kurloz for one Very Obvious reason and thats the fact that, just like damara and her incredibly broken and bad Japanese as hussie's horrendous attempts to include other races in homestuck, i simply believe that the notion of all purple bloods being naturally incredibly violent is Not A Good Look. especially adding in that the only reason why gamzee is pacified is because he's doing the troll equivalent of hard drugs. and you can make an argument because... well.. what about kurloz? and to that my response would be WHAT ABOUT HIM? because i dont remember dick diddly and SQUAT about him and i dont really care.

so yeah i didnt include the makaras because while i do believe they are black i dont believe theyre the best representation because the only reason why people think that is because of the incredibly racist undertones of it)

ANYWAY i'm doing ONE more because this thread is already so goddamn long

POPPY AND VIVA (TROLLS)

the silliest girls possibly in the entire universe. i think they're black and hispanic mixed (im thinking maybe dominican or cuban)

ANYWAY! end of this long ass fucking thread. i cant believe my first fucking post on this account was this monster of a thread

anyway, follow me if you like any of these fandoms ig

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scimitar-and-longsword · 10 months ago

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If I had a nickel for every time one member of my current obsession ship had to watch the other be shot in the head, I'd have three nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened three times.

Two out of three coming back from the dead isn't too bad. RIP Soap, you would have loved plot armor.

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shushmal · 15 days ago

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Please enjoy this deeply incomprehensible ghost story. Content warnings in tags.

He's there again. Steve can see him, just barely—a distant face in the crowd, too far away for his eyes to focus on, but Steve knows he's there. Can feel the sensation of being seen, of being watched, the prickle cold sharpness dragging over his skin. He's there, Steve knows it. If only he could just—

"Steve?"

Steve blinks, startled by the sudden sound of the cafe, the bustle of holiday shoppers on the street. He falls back into his body, overwhelmed by the noise and the smell and the heat.

"Are you okay?" Robin asks, carefully.

"Yeah," Steve croaks. His throat feels tight and scratchy. It's hard to breathe. He can still feel those eyes on him. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Robin's lips thin, pursed into a tight line. She doesn't say anything, and Steve gives her a wane smile.

It's been years now, and Robin's been so gentle with him. Steve remembers a time that her gentleness would grate, would make him feel tight and wrong, would make him shy away.

Now, he's grateful for it. He feels as fragile as she treats him.

Bringing her coffee to her lips, she takes the time to study him and Steve wonders what she sees. A thirty year old man with dark bags under his eyes, pale, wane, lifeless. Or maybe she still sees some of that kid he used to be, cocky and carefree and clueless. He wonders, because some days Steve feels like nothing at all anymore.

"Are you taking your medication?" she asks.

Steve swallows, stares down at the table. His coffee stares back up at him, cooling and untouched. "No."

Robin doesn't say anything, because what's there to say? She's watched him take pill after pill. Nothing ever changes. He still hardly sleeps. He still barely eats.

He still sees him.

"Is he...?" she starts, never asks fully.

Steve's eyes slide to the right. There's a mirror on the cafe wall, meant to make the room seem bigger than it is. Steve can see him, just barely there, a reflection in the corner—long hair and blood and—

Steve looks back down at his cold coffee. He nods.

It's cold in their apartment. They keep the heating turned off until it becomes truly unbearable, and Steve makes Robin take their only space heater for her room. She deserves to sleep comfortably, and it would be wasted on Steve, who sits on their ratty couch and watches infomercials until the sun comes up. He bundles himself in sweaters and thick socks and blankets, lets the night pass him by, dozing sometimes, or simply resting just outside his body, seeing something everyone tells him isn't there.

But Steve can see him. Eyes in the darkness. A whisper he can just barely make out. Sometimes he thinks he can hear him perfectly.

Sometimes, Steve hears him call his name.

When Steve sleeps, he dreams. Not a nightmare, not really.

But it's the same dream, every time, cold darkness pressing on him at all sides, bare feet on wet ground, enough water to splash, to ripple. Steve stands alone in the cold darkness. It feels like hours, ages, he stands, unseeing, unmoving. Waiting. He can't remember why.

He's always waiting.

Nothing ever comes.

Steve gasps awake, and Robin jumps back, startled. "Jesus," she breathes, hand over her heart. "You scared the fuck out of me!"

Gulping down air, Steve sits up, shaky. "Sorry, I didn't—"

"I couldn't wake you up!" she says over him, talking fast, almost shrill. Robin's face is washed of color, terror in her eyes. "You weren't breathing, Steve!"

"W-What?" Steve blinks at her. The dream slips away, leaking out of him, like blood blistering through skin. He's practically panting, his clothes sweat soaked.

"You wouldn't wake up! I couldn't get you to wake up, and you weren't breathing— Fuck! Steve, I thought you were fucking dead!"

"I'm sorry," Steve says, automatic. It rolls off his tongue like a bad consolation. "I don't know..." he trails off, and Robin stares at him. Together, they match their breathing, until the gasping stops, until some color returns to Robin's face.

She sits down beside him, and the old couch creaks, ominous, like a wail. She takes his hand, holds it tight. Her fingers are cold against his skin.

"I'm scared for you," she whipsers.

"I'm sorry," Steve tells her again. If feels like it means nothing, useless.

"It's not your fault," Robin says. She squeezes his hand. "I don't know what else to do, but it's not your fault, Steve."

This time Steve doesn't say anything at all.

When Steve first started seeing him, that figure in the corner of his eye, Steve had just thought it was his imagination, his guilt. Because he was. He felt so goddamn guilty all the time, about how it all went down, how they hadn't been able to—

He'd felt guilty. So, maybe it wasn't such a surprise, that he kept seeing him out of the corner of his eye, guilty thoughts taken shape.

But then—the dreams. And the feeling of being watched. The distant whisper, words he couldn't make out. It'd felt so real.

So he told Robin. It didn't get better. They asked Eleven, the party, everyone—but nothing, just the insistence the upside down was gone. There was nothing left to curse Steve. It didn't get better. They went to doctors, psychologists, faith healers, fortune tellers, ghost whispers. The doctors called him brain damaged, the psychologists schizophrenic. The faith healers possessed, the fortune tellers cursed. The ghost whispers told him he was haunted.

It didn't get better. No matter the drugs, the anti-psychotics, the prayers, the cleansings, or all the rest of the bullshit Robin sunk all her college savings into, to fix him.

It didn't get better.

"Something's different," Robin says.

Steve stares straight ahead, eyes carefully diverted. He can see him, he's gotten so close now. Steve can see him. And he can obviously see Steve. Eyes in the darkness. Eyes in the shadows. Eyes always on him, watching. Waiting.

"What do you mean?"

"I can just tell," Robin says. She's holding his hand again, their fingers laced together. "Steve, what's going on?"

He thinks of telling her. He knows he can't. "Nothing, just... Just more the same." He makes himself smile for her. "I'm okay, Robbie."

"I feel like you're going to disappear," Robin admits on a whisper. She squeezes his hand, white knuckles, bones grinding against bones. "I feel like I'm losing you."

Steve makes himself look at her, wet eyes and freckled and cropped hair. She's beautiful. She's his family.

"I won't leave you," he lies to her. "Promise."

Steve dreams. He stands in the darkness, unmoving, unseeing. Waiting. Hours, days, months pass, or maybe just a few seconds. Then—

Footsteps. From behind, or all around. Splashing in the shallow water. Gentle ripples lapping against Steve's feet. Footsteps, distant, but growing closer, louder, and louder and louder—closer, closer, closer. Until, finally—

He's behind Steve, looming, impossibly big, a giant thing. He's behind Steve, and Steve can hear him sigh, his soft breathing, the rustle of movement as he shifts from foot to foot, waiting, impatient.

The quiet drip, steady, of water meeting water.

Steve looks down and sees the blood pooling around his feet in the darkness.

There's a cold touch on Steve's arm, and he shudders, hands dropping the cereal box. In front of him, Robin jumps.

"Hey," she says, beside him instantly. Steve pays her no attention, eyes stuck on his forearm, where the touch had circled just above his wrist. "Are you okay?"

Steve doesn't answer.

"Oh, shit, you're bleeding," Robin gasps. She grabs him at his elbow, avoiding the red around his arm. "What happened?"

For a long moment, Steve doesn't answer. The bloody handprint is stark against his pale skin.

"Steve?" she says, careful, always so careful.

He meets her eyes. "You can see it?"

He watches lips thin, her eyes widen. He imagines her pulse jumping in her neck. "The blood?" she asks. "Yeah."

Steve closes his eyes and breathes a long sigh. "Oh."

Steve dreams of him, standing just behind him, a line of heat along his spine, only just not touching. Steve can feel his breath on the back of his neck. He feels him shift his hulking weight, from foot to foot, impatient. Waiting. Blood in the water. Eyes in the dark.

Robin paces the apartment, tight circles weaving to tight circles. She's talking, but Steve can't hear her. He looks pointedly at his hands in his lap.

He can see him out of the corner of his eye—wild hair, bloody and torn. Pink lips, thick brows, long fingers tapping, tapping, tapping against his knee, picking at the frayed hole in his jeans. He's so red and dark and broken. He's the boy they left behind.

Steve can see him, and he watches Steve. Waiting.

Robin drops to her knees in front of Steve, angling herself right into his eye line. "Steve!"

"Sorry," Steve says, automatic. He watches her chew her lip. She clutches his hands in hers.

"What do I do?" she whispers. Steve has no answers for her, and she knows it. "Fuck, something's wrong. Something's so wrong. I don't know what to do."

She has tears in her eyes.

Steve cries with her. "I'm sorry," he tells her, means it with his whole heart. "I don't know. I'm so sorry, Robin."

Beside them, he watches, unmoving and silent.

Steve dreams. He stands just at Steve's back, completely still, until he moves. He looms over Steve, his arms coming up around him, too-large hands, too-long fingers like claws, spread wide over Steve's chest. He presses himself close, a heavy weight on Steve's shoulder, his back, long hair falling against Steve's neck.

"Hey, Harrington," he says, and holds Steve tight.

And Steve sobs, like a damn breaking, the power of the flood nearly bending him in half, breaking him, if not for the arms and hands and fingers holding him together.

"Eddie," he sobs. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie."

"Steve," Eddie says. His voice is a rumbling rasp of a thing, almost inhuman, clicking and hissing.

But it's Eddie. Steve knows it's Eddie.

"Did you miss me?" Eddie asks. He presses his face into Steve's neck, lips moving along his pulse, sharp teeth sliding across his skin. "I missed you."

"Eddie," Steve sobs. "Oh my god, Eddie."

"Shhh," Eddie shushes him, and it's half a hiss. He hums, and it rings loud in Steve's ear. A hand reaches up to Steve's face, and it's wrong, it's not a human hand, it's not the hand Eddie used to have, now just claws gently dragging across Steve's cheek, through his tears. "Shh, shh, enough of that."

"I'm sorry," Steve chokes. He wants to wipe his face, but he can't move. "Eddie, I'm so sorry."

Eddie hums, curls over Steve more, his lips against his collar bone. "You did leave me there," he says casually. "But that's okay. It took me a while, you know? But I forgive you."

"I'm sorry," Steve says again. A chant, a prayer. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Eddie."

Eddie shushes him, hums. "I forgive you, Steve, shhh. It's okay now. It's okay," he sighs. His hand rings Steve's throat, fingers dragging, claws touching and overlapping on the back of his neck. "Breathe, Stevie, I forgive you. It's all going to be okay."

"Eddie," Steve says, pathetic. He can see him, empty eyes and bloodless lips. He's so warm, he's cold. He's whole here, in the dream, monstrously whole—no longer the haunting, torn corpse that follows him in his waking hours.

"I missed you, Steve," Eddie whispers. "I was really lonely, you know."

"I'm sorry," Steve tells him. The hand around his throat tightens, just a little, not enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry, too," Eddie says. He covers Steve's eyes, but Steve can still see him. See what he's become. "I didn't mean to kill you."

"What?"

A touch along his side, long healed wounds gone white, the fading memory of teeth in his gut, blood in his mouth. "It made you different," Eddie says. His breath is hot, like fire. "And then it made me your's, and you mine."

Steve shudders.

"I didn't mean to kill you," Eddie sighs. "I'm so sorry, Stevie. But there's only you for me. Only me for you. And I couldn't find my way home."

Breathing deeply, freely for the first time in years, Steve squirms, twisting in the arms around him. Eddie squeezes him tighter.

"Sorry, Stevie," Eddie says, apologetic, sweet. "I don't want to fight you. It's already done."

Steve huffs, and elbows Eddie hard in the ribs, until he has enough room to turn Eddie's embrace. Now, face to face, Steve can see the hulking form of him, all twisted up into a monster—familiar gray skin, long limbs, a flower for a face.

Still, Steve wraps him arms around Eddie's waist, presses his face into his chest. Eddie is Steve's and Steve is Eddie's, it wasn't a lie.

"I missed you," Steve says, lips brushing the skin stretched across Eddie's chest. "I missed you, too, Eddie."

"Oh," Eddie breathes. He settles, and pulls Steve tightly to him.

The shape of him ripples under Steve's touch, stretches and compresses, and Steve finds himself held by the boy that was in the boathouse. And Steve finds himself again the boy with a bat, the child he used to be. Eddie leans back, grinning, round faced and pink and brown eyes sparkling.

But when he moves, Steve can still see the shadow of the monster moving around him, too-long arms and too-long hands holding him close.

"You'll come with me?" Eddie asks. The hissing growl is a quiet echo in voice.

"Of course," Steve tells him. He misses Robin like a severed limb, but he still smiles for Eddie. "I won't leave you again," he promises.

Robin wakes to a cold, silent apartment. When she gets out of bed, she'll find a pile of blankets on the couch, and all the doors and windows locked from the inside. She'll look around the emptiness of her home and wonder what she's missing. But for now, she curls under her comforter, trapping what little warmth she has with her, and sleeps a little longer.

#stranger things #steddie #stobin #Additional content warnings: slight gore refrenced psych treatment depression declining health and implied mcd #it's a GHOST story babes #idk if this one makes any sense but i had a VIBE i was chasing #happy halloween!!

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trzcinawtrawiewrites · 1 month ago

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Mikkel never manages to free Karina before their son is born, before he dies on the Iberian coast, and Thorn gets his wish and drowns with his hand still intact. With no one else to step up it is up to Erak to raise the boy kneeling in his mam’s blood and staring at Erak with Mikkel’s eyes.

Or, Erak thinks his kid can do no wrong, the Wolfwind’s crew are terrible influences, and Hal’s survival instincts have never existed in the first place.

An excerpt: “You took a child on a raid?” he echoes with disappointment and something harsher, as if being a father made him qualified to judge the Skandian ways of childrearing. It does not, for the record. “We know he's not supposed to be here,” explains Svengal, already tired. Maybe this is how Erak feels basically every day of his life. He turns to Hal, and glares at him. “He knows he's not supposed to be here. He’s here anyway. Drop it.”

#hal mikkelson #brotherband chronicles #erak starfollower #fanfiction #rangers apprentice #will treaty #halt o'carrick #horace altman #stig olafson #warning: not proofread #this is the first thing I post that doesn't have the mcd tag #I mean it does but for minor and not major

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iridiss · 12 days ago

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listening to what could have been by sting and thinking about garroth. And I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if the narrative leaned more into the idea of Garroth as a villain. Because his Mystreet counterpart, especially his more recent changes/developments as a jollier, dumber, sillier comedic relief character, can be very misleading when it comes to the idea of thinking of MCD!Garroth as a…wholly good, pleasant person. Canon MCD Garroth isn’t 100% good, he’s morally gray. He’s not evil, he’s someone in the middle who fights for what’s good and what he thinks is good, but just because he fights on the side of good doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a great person. He’s not.

The contrast between him and Laurance is shocking, actually, he and Laurance both have very different opinions and very different approaches when it comes to handling other people, their relationships, and primarily…what they think they deserve. How they get what they want. MCD!Garroth can be very good, he can be a docile sweetheart at times, but he is very much a self-serving man when you take a closer look

When Laurance is stuck in the Nether, Aphmau is desperate to find any way to build a new portal and get him out and save him, and she’s very close to actually going and doing it herself. But Garroth stops her. Garroth is the one that holds her back, tells her to leave Laurance be. It’s likely a cause done out of concern for Aphmau’s own safety, there’s a great deal of risk that comes with bringing back a man who could very well be a Shadow Knight by this point. (though he doesn’t know that at this point, there’s only a mere chance of it!) But nonetheless, he still leaves him behind and refuses to turn back to save him. While he’s gone, he even bands all of the nearby guards and towns in the area to write a brand new law into their Guard Code that states that if a guard is made into a Shadow Knight, it is their sole and sovereign responsibility as a guard to kill themselves after their transformation. So not only has he refused to help Laurance, he has literally written a law, a law that very much binds the loyal and honorable Laurance, that would force Laurance to kill himself the second he comes back. He didn’t try to save him, he created a trap for Laurance to die the second he comes back.

Now of course, that didn’t end up happening and the narrative sorta forgot that ever happened, but I can’t help but notice the contrast when it’s Laurance in his place instead. Garroth severely betrayed Laurance and fucked him over and abandoned him in his/the village’s time of need (the Scaleswind war), and only saved face at the very end when he realized he’d been lied to, but despite all of that, Laurance would die and kill to get Garroth out of the Irene Dimension. Laurance cares for Garroth so fucking much, Garroth attacked him and backstabbed him and Laurance still cared enough to give him a pep talk, to desperately try to get him back, he never gave up on him no matter what. And when Garroth was trapped in another dimension, Laurance was DESPERATE to get him back as soon as possible, at all costs. He snuck out with Aphmau to try to open the portal again at great risk. He consistently talks about how much he misses Garroth. When Aphmau starts having dreams of Garroth—including one where Garroth actually kissed her behind his back, the very same crime that broke Garroth’s heart in the first place—the first thing out of his mouth is “How is Garroth? Is he okay? Is Garroth alright? I miss him. Man, if I could show up in dreams like you, do you think he’d be excited to see me? Do you think he’d be so excited to see me, he would kiss me too?”

What Garroth refused to do for Laurance, Laurance would do for Garroth in a heartbeat. Laurance would die and kill to do everything for Garroth that Garroth decidedly did not do for him. Garroth could kiss Aphmau behind his back all he wanted, and he would still ask Aphmau if Garroth was doing okay.

There’s this sort of tragic, unrequited love and one-sided devotion potential for Laurance x Garroth that I don’t think I’ve seen before. Not like this, anyway. Laurance loves him so, so much. Garroth…does not. Because Garroth’s heart is not centered around others—it’s centered around himself.

And I don’t say that like at all in a damning way! I don’t say that because I hate him and I prefer Laurmau or whatever, I’m talking purely casually to point out the various actions he’s done in canon to analyze a specific portrait of him, a specific take on Garroth’s character, that I don’t think I’ve seen before in the fandom yet. I compare him to Laurance and Aaron not to say “oh they’re obviously the better choice in the ship war,” but to demonstrate that he’s the only love interest of Aphmau’s whose written in a very unique way that is personalized to his character and his individual personality traits. Other love interests of Aphmau have faced the same or similar situations, and they each respond differently. This is how Garroth responds. (and it’s not healthy lmao)

When Garroth sees the illusion of Aphmau and Laurance kissing in the woods—he pointedly does nothing to try to abate the stubborn belief he forms from it. He had literally just seen Aphmau and Laurance three seconds prior, entering the barn. For a party, that he just witnessed the two attend. There’s no way they could have suddenly and immediately left the party and ran off into the woods without him seeing them. And even more so, he had JUST witnessed Aphmau speaking to Nicole about her love life, and outright telling her that she’s not ready for a relationship right now. She just said, five feet away from Garroth, that she wasn’t looking for romance right now. And furthermore, he only ran into the woods because he saw a strange, devious-looking, suspicious figure run in prior, something that should have made the idea of Laurance and Aphmau being there in the first place seem even more suspicious and impossible. Literally anyone in their right mind would have questioned what they saw at least a little bit, considering everything that had just directly contradicted its plausibility. Not to mention the fact that it’d be entirely contradictory to both Aphmau and Laurance’s characters that Garroth has known up to this point to go behind his back and do something like this. Aphmau would never do this, she would never kiss Laurance so soon, that’s…why she didn’t. If he knew Aphmau well, if he trusted her, he would know that, he would have faith in her and question what he saw. He could have gone back to the party and found both of them still there, and asked them about what he just saw, and they would have told him the truth immediately. He could have communicated with them. It would be extremely easy to communicate with them, they could have cleared this issue up in fifteen seconds or less—but that would require Garroth wanting to communicate. It would require him trusting them enough to reach out, to see them for who they are and trust what he sees. That would require him wanting the best possible outcome, the healthiest outcome that still salvages the friendship and allows him to keep Aphmau around as a friend. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t talk to them.

Instead, he decides to avoid them. He isolates himself, they both actually grow extremely worried about him and continuously check up on him, reaching out to him and trying to show him how much they care for him and love him, and he shuts them out every time. He gives them the silent treatment, he doesn’t tell them why he’s angry, he lies when Aphmau asks him what’s wrong, and he turns cold and terse with her, and later even back-handed and borderline mean when speaking to her right before the ultimate betrayal. He becomes extremely petty about the mere possibility of losing this competition over Aphmau and absolutely holds it against them (points even louder to the fact that, before his shadow knight self starts corrupting him ((I have currently only rewatched up to s2 ep19 so my opinion on this may change)), Laurance DID NOT DO THIS AT ALL when faced with the same exact scenario except this time it was REAL, and even Mystreet!Aaron refused to have any part in the “competition” at large and literally talked to Garroth about how stupid and harmful and dehumanizing it is to Aphmau in S3: Lover’s Lane, and that’s why Aphmau “chose” Aaron over Garroth, because he did not treat her like an object to be won, an object he deserved. The competition itself is literally canonically recognized by other characters as petty and selfish and causes more harm than it does good, it hurts Aphmau and it pushes her away from Garroth in Mystreet. Because she’s a person, not a prize, and Garroth is the one character, out of the 3 of them, who canonically struggles the most to remember how much it hurts her and struggles to not treat her like his territory anyway.

I’ve never seen a love triangle series outright state and recognize the inherent dehumanization and harm that comes with the competition over the girl, how it hurts the girl more than anything else, and yet, Mystreet has done it at least in one instance, and I’m really impressed with that. I’m impressed that there is canon backing to the idea that Aaron “won” the shipping war because he didn’t participate in it. He thought the idea was stupid, this thing that controls Garroth like a dog on a bone. Aaron doesn’t give a shit about any “competition,” because he cares more about Aphmau herself and her needs and desires than whether or not he’s gonna score her at the end of the night. Over and over again throughout Lover’s Lane, he refuses to be possessive or jealous over her, he doesn’t give a shit that she’s talking to other men, while Garroth (and laurance, once Garroth convinces him to be curious and worried enough, to be fair) loses his shit over it. Aaron has to continuously remind Garroth, and the rest of her friends, that Aphmau is a person with agency and she is allowed to talk to whoever she wants and he as her boyfriend should ABSOLUTELY NOT CONTROL THAT. He does not OWN her. And that’s why Aphmau gravitates towards him, over Garroth and his more possessive and territorial nature.

Laurance is still more guilty of this sin than Aaron is by participating in the competition itself, but in the Irene Dimension, Laurance still has to smack Garroth upside the head to literally remind him that she is a human being with agency of her own, she is allowed to do whatever the hell she wants with her love life and does not owe them anything, she is not an object that they deserve to earn. Laurance has to tell him that as Aphmau’s guard and friend, it is their duty to support her no matter what she chooses for her love life. That’s something Laurance recognizes that he doesn’t: Aphmau may never choose either of them, she may never choose anyone at all, and it is more important than anything else that they be okay with whatever she chooses because she is their friend, their liege, their Lord. Laurance is okay with whatever she chooses, as long as he can be by her side in some way or another, whether that’s as her lover, her dearest and closest friend, or nothing more than her guard, he reassures her over and over again that he’s okay with whatever. He doesn’t want to pressure her into anything, he doesn’t want to force her to be his. He may flirt with her still just to see her laugh or smile or tease him back or snark him, but he will always respect her boundaries and her wishes over anything else at the end of the day.

But Garroth doesn’t think that way. When his own village goes to war, the lives and safety of his own people that he’s responsible for as their Head Guard is put at immense risk against a seemingly impossible threat (O’khasis + Scaleswind) and he abandons them. Because he’s so incredibly petty about Aphmau ever kissing another man for whatever reason, no matter how impossible, that he cuts all communication with them, cold shoulders them hard, and literally leaves them behind to possibly die. He is not present in the battle. He abandons his duties as Aphmau’s guard completely and leaves her to very possibly die, pretty much as punishment for not letting him win. This shows to me that he is Aphmau’s most devoted guard until it stops benefiting him personally. And its not necessarily because “he just had a broken heart :(“ it’s how he, Garroth, individually responds to his own emotions and how he chooses to treat the people around him the moment he stops getting what he wants. He seems to be a very lawful character, to contrast Laurance being a more chaotic one, but I’d like to argue that he doesn’t follow anyone else’s law but his own. He follows what serves him, and if devoting himself to Aphmau is what serves him in the moment, then he’ll devote himself to that at the cost of anyone else. But if it serves himself to ditch Aphmau in her hour of need, then he will stubbornly and absolutely follow that at the cost of anyone else, including her and her life and wellbeing. Laurance and Aaron would have chosen to communicate and likely already have done in similar situations throughout the Aphverse canon. Garroth refused to, to the point of pointedly choosing to turn his back on Phoenix Drop and potentially let them die because of how damn stubborn he was. Now, he likely would regret it if the battle did end up going poorly and Garroth came back to find Aphmau and Laurance and all of Phoenix Drop killed and razed to the ground by Zane and Scaleswind, but thankfully Aphmau was able to pull everything together in his absence and he didn’t have to face the consequences of his actions too badly.

If Aphmau chose Garroth, Laurance would still spend the rest of his days by their side as their close friend. If Aphmau chose Laurance, Garroth would ditch her and leave her to die. apparently. that is uh. not great. maybe we go to therapy instead actually (and I can’t help but wonder why he would think that way! this is more headcanon land than anything else but perhaps garryboy picked up some nasty thought habits and beliefs from his time as a prince? Garte passing down the toxic family traits down onto him inevitably maybe)

But he ditches Zane when Zane stops serving him, as well. Zane has been terrorizing and harming the people he cared for most for ages now, and even still, he preferred to side with him, and I honestly think it’s because Zane’s narrative justified his decision to punish Aphmau by pushing her away. Zane allowed him to let go of his conscience, despite Zane being most certainly the sketchiest man alive that Garroth surely knows is a liar and a manipulator and a criminal out to hurt his loved ones by now. But Zane is still the only person alive that would give Garroth justification to be his worst self and enable his behavior, so that’s who he gravitates towards. Zane happily enables his brother’s worst self, and it can be argued that Garroth is happy to be enabled, and mostly certainly enables Zane’s worst in turn. The bad influence brothers! Sometimes they make each other so much worse <3

There can be an argument made that Garroth left his kingdom behind in a similar vein, because it didn’t serve him personally to marry someone he didn’t want. He was the only heir left to a kingdom that ended up falling without him, leaving his father to die under Tu’la’s invasion and allowing for his mother to be kidnapped. His people need him, he has a responsibility to them, a duty that he refused to tend to, because he didn’t want to. I think that might be at least similar to what Laurance was trying to get at, by calling him shitty for abandoning his duty as a Prince and wanting to return him to O’khasis?

When he’s in the dreams with Aphmau, he does kiss her without consent. It’s 1000% fair to be argued that he only does that because he isn’t sure if it’s a dream!! He doesn’t really know if that’s Aphmau herself or just a figment of his imagination and he regrets not having done it sooner, so im absolutely not pointing that out as like a black and white He Did An Indisputably Bad Thing And He Should Be Cancelled For It thing, there’s nuance. I point it out because if you want a Good Boy Garroth take, it can be argued that it’s a romantic thing he does because he misses her and he’s distraught that he didn’t get the chance to do this in life and he very well might never get to see her again so he should confess his feelings to her now before he loses her again, and also it’s a fucking psuedodream. But if you want a Bad Man Garroth take, there’s. Definitely!! Something to be said about how like!! How he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t specify or give any sort of clarification beforehand. How he doesn’t care for a single second whether or not she would actually want this and he should respect that upon the chance that this very likely could be the Real Aphmau right now using weirdo Irene magic to appear in his head. He doesn’t hesitate or check with her or even confess his feelings beforehand, he doesn’t just. fucking tell her how he feels like a normal human being, he just grabs her face and forces a kiss, because that’s what he wants. Again, because that’s what serves him in the moment. And that’s…his priority above all else, including and especially Aphmau’s own boundaries

Also I can’t help but laugh in his face when he talks to Aphmau about how he’s upset that Laurance got all this time to bond with Aphmau and grow close to her as a friend when he didn’t. My guy he got the opportunity to do that because you left and forced Aphmau and Laurance to only depend on each other in a dire time of need, because you were being too petty of a bitch to try to talk to them lmao. Like my guy you not getting closer to Aphmau is 1000% your own fault, you have NO room to complain lmao

maybe Aphmau should be allowed to be at least a liiiiittle angry with Garroth for costing her 15 years of her childrens’ childhoods and all of her friends and relationships and loved ones (and an eternity with Zoey) all because he was the pettiest fucking bitch known to man. she should be allowed to be at least a teensy bit angry with him for it. Laurance also lost another dad in the timeskip I feel like that’d be more than enough reason to have beef with Garroth’s arrogant prick ass lmao

Garroth’s sole drive is himself, at times very much at the cost of those around him. His moral code is very relative, and yet to him it seems like the hardest line in the world. He’s not a bad person, but he’s not terrific either. I would love to see a take on Garroth as a more fully fledged villain though, following his worst behaviors in canon. A Garroth that highlights his more arrogant and selfish tendencies, that puts them on display and makes him look more like his father by the day. A Garroth that’s cold, who will drop you like a hat and leave you to rot when you don’t give him what he wants, a Garroth whose a territorial and possessive and controlling partner who hates the idea of you so much as speaking to any other men. Who will punish you and refuse to speak to you and abandon you if you do. A Garroth who’s very much capable of being back-handed and passive aggressive and really fucking mean. A Garroth whose morality on occasion seems to be admirably upright and pure, only for him to side with the most evil and corrupt of men because that’s what benefits him more in the moment. A Garroth who’s a hypocrite and fucking lying to himself. A Garroth that takes what he wants without any regard for your own personal desires. All his worst personality traits bumped up to a nine, so they outweigh all of the other good traits that would normally balance them out. A Garroth who believes honor is relative, whose morals are relative, whose loyalties will change at the turn of a dime, depending on which side will give him what he wants more. Because he believes he deserves what he wants, he’s earned what he wants, and if you deny him that, you are deserving of whatever punishment comes your way. You are the one in the wrong, for taking away his rightfully deserved prizes, and he will never apologize for lashing out because of it. He is childish and emotionally immature, he doesn’t communicate, he doesn’t trust, he doesn’t open up, he stays in his castle of solitude, because he’s chased away all the people he could fill his halls with, for petty reasons and slightest faults. And at the end of the day, he’ll look himself in the mirror, and it’ll never occur to him, not once, that it was his fault for making them leave. It was his fault that he never got the happy future he wanted.

#aphmau #aphblr #mcd #minecraft diaries #aphverse #trigger warning for Garroth criticism?#though I’m not coming from a place of hate of his character more just ripping off the rose colored glasses and analyzing in depth the #darker aspects very much present in his canon character and his actions and trying to analyze why he does them #because the darker side of Garroth fascinates and intrigues me #aphmau garroth #garroth romeave #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #aphmau mcd #it’s interesting to think of a world where Laurance returned… and Garroth HELD HIM to that rule he wrote…#and tried to force Laurance to kill himself or otherwise die #’for the sake of aphmaus protection’#Laurance would die to get Garroth out of the Irene dimension. Garroth wants Laurance to die the second he leaves the Nether #lmao #tw suicide mention #ig

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