#Prodigy is fucking nailing it though

[aquamonstra]

How have I not seen people talking about how Prodigy brought back this guy:

[vivwritesfics]

Could do a mini vestappen where he’s older and crashes and max is worried or he’s sick and still tries to race either one you choose!🩵

Prodigy

I think I understood this request right. If I didn't then I'm so sorry

When Fabian Verstappen turned eighteen, he had his debut season in Formula One. Everybody was proud of him, but no one more than his mother and father.

Fabians debut season just so happened to be Max's last season in the sport. It was odd, father and son racing against each other. Fabian didn't often race against his father, though. He was stuck in the mid field while Max was up front with the top teams.

Y/N spent her time wearing Fabian's team colours. It was something she and Max had spoken about at great length when Fabian first got signed. As much as Max wanted his wife there, supporting him, he understood.

During Fabian's debut season, he shared a podium with his father. It was a truly magical moment, Max and Fabian spraying the champagne onto each other.

After Fabian's rookie season, Max retired. His retirement was later than anybody had expected, especially after having Fabian and his sister (who was given the choice between coming to watch her brother race or staying at her grandma's. She chose her grandma).

When Max retired, the sport lost a hero. So, they looked to Fabian. Fabian got his fathers seat in Red Bull Racing after he retired. His parents attended every race he went to, both of them wearing Red Bull shirts with Fabians number on them.

With Max now being retired, it meant he had time to follow his sons career around the globe. Most expected him to make a return like Alonso, but Max knew it was Fabian's time to shine.

Max knew the circuits better than anybody else. He knew which ones his son would excel around, but he also knew which ones were the most dangerous. He never let it show on his face how nervous he was, not when he knew how much it would upset his wife.

Singapore and Spa were the circuits which had Max the most panicked. In the Red Bull garage, he and Y/N watched as Fabian raced around, the lead car on the grid.

"Like father like son," Y/N said as she leaned against Max. It was raining, making the Verstappens all that more nervous. Fabian hadn't get come in for a pair of wet tires. His mother was ready to have a heart attack.

On the wet track, the Red Bull car spun. It span, the rear end hitting the wall. The back of the car completely disappeared as the barrier pushed it back around. "Fabi!" Cried Y/N, pushing away from her husband.

Max had to hold Y/N back as they looked to the engineer. "Is everything alright, Fabian?" He asked. No response. "Fabian? Can you hear me? Let me know you're all right."

Again, silence.

All Y/N could do was watch the screen focused on his car. Fabian hadn't yet climbed out of his car; Y/N chewed on her nails as she waited. When the other cars came past, her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest with anxiety.

There was a crackling on the radio. "Don't tell Christian, but I may have fucked up the car," came Fabian's voice.

The engineered turned around to give Fabian's parents the good news. Y/N let out a cry, ready to fall to her knees. She watched her son climb out of the car and give the crowd a thumbs up.

The entire incident had called for a red flag. An ambulance and a car were sent out to Fabian, but the Dutchman refused the ambulance, instead getting in the car to drive back to the paddock.

Y/N and Max were waiting anxiously for Fabian to return. When the young driver did, he walked towards his parents and pulled off his helmet. "Fabi," said Y/N, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him all over his face smoothed down his sweat slicked hair.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, Max pulled Fabian in for a hug. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered, squeezing him tight.

"Thank you, papa."

[amymbona]

I love the thought of Tashi with someone younger, but her with someone older 🫠

Tashi's parents had ordered her a private coach to help her improve over summer break during college.

It was so hard to focus on her coach though, not when his hot, older wife sat by the pool in her tiny bikini.

The words of her coach went in one ear and out the other, all that was running through her mind was how plush your thighs were and how she wanted your legs on her shoulders while she buried her face in your cunt.

FUCK YEAH :33333333333 This is so Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

I'm absolutely imagining reader like a 1950s mob wife in her cute little dresses with ruffled sleeves that her insanely rich and hot husband bought her damnnnn.

You're a stay at home wife, but you enjoy it. Probably a major in marketing or economics, you answer to two or three emails per day, and your schedule is really loose during the holiday. Wanting to break the stereotype, you decide to accompany your husband to his summer house which is a part of the rich man residence somewhere in the country. He tells you that some neighbour offered him a ton of money for teaching his daughter tennis, stating that she's a prodigy and such a young age. And the greedy bitch your husband is, he, of course, accepts.

So there you are, in your black and white polka dost bikini, sun bathing and watching your husband teach Tashi. She's young, around 20, you'd say, but has the passion of a lioness. She plays like a machine and you're wondering if she's getting sunburnt under the tortuous caress of the July sun. You being her a milkshake or a bowl of freshly washed grapes every so often, insisting she should be taking care of himself while kissing your husband on the lips. His hands roam down your bare back, only bringing Tashi's eyes to the wonderful curves you choose to display. Fuck. She's never really felt attracted to females before but you're making her feel things she hasn't felt for a single man before.

You are so kind to her, perhaps kinder than her own mother (not that she ever isn't - and perhaps that is concerning, how kind can a person be), offering her soft smiles and clapping from where you're lounging by the swimming pool when you see her score. When your husband allows Tashi a break and talks her ears off, rambling some bullshit about strategy that he has already made her mind about, her eyes stay focused on the water dripping down the length of your body as you rise from the water, the fabric of your swimsuit stuck between the round cheeks of your ass. Fuck.

One day, when your husband gets an emergency call from a friend and has to call the training off, you really don't know and real don't care, you still invite Tashi to spend the afternoon with you. A girls' day, you say, that you need a female presence every so often. She's more than eager to accept.

Now Tashi's sitting between your legs with your feet in her lap, carefully applying a layer of red polish to your nails, while your hands work on neatly braiding her hair.

"Tell me if I tug too tightly," your soft voice breaks the peaceful silence and she almost completely misses one of your toenails and paints a knuckle instead. Luckily, no mess is made.

"It's okay, you can pull more," she responds, gaze focused on the soft skin of your feet, disguising her wish to really have her hair pulled onto by your hands as not wanting the braids to fall loose.

You smile, fingers threading through her dark curls, "Your hair is so soft, Tashi."

Fuck. Her heart is probably gonna burst out of her chest if you don't stop right now. "Um, thanks. I washed it yesterday."

After you're done with the braids, the fresh polish on your nails needing some time to dry, the two of you rest on the loungers, relishing the moments of tranquility. You close your eyes for a while, completely unaware of Tashi's hand that has sneakers under the elastane of hit bikini bottom, already feeling the wetness caused purely by your heavenly presence. Fuck. Being here next to you, in your absolutely adorable two piece swim suit, the soft skin of your body having touched here, the feeling of you thighs around her hips still deeply burning into her skin, it's driving her crazy.

"I'm gonna dip down."

Tashi announces, disappearing in the pool. She needs to her arousal, her sweating body somehow. And the cold, chlorine water seems to do the perfect job.

Just when she thought everything was going to be alright, that she won't have any other issues containing herself around you, you choose to cool yourself off as well. She watches, almost in awe, as you slowly walk down the steps to the pool. The water caresses your calves, knees, then thighs, pooling around your butt as you take one more step and then swallow you up to the shoulders when you fully dip in. You look like a mermaid, like a goddess in her eyes, completely oblivious to her own beauty and seductiveness. And she wonders whether your husband appreciates the beauty you offer, whether he goes out of his way to kiss and caress every square inch of your body, whether he worhips you like you deserve it and whether he fucks and eats your pussy like she would.

You're in front of her, your full breasts on display, the fabric of your swimsuit doing very little to barely cover your nipples and the pink circles of your areolas. At that point, Tashi has to contain yourself from reaching out and tearing your top off.

"This is nice," you comment with a smile, so sweet that Tashi wishes she could taste it.

Tashi never thought it would happen, really, that somebody would have such an effect on her that would completely shut her up. She doesn't know what to say, no snarky remarks, no flirting attempts. And how she wishes she could magically gain her confidence back and convince you that she's ten times better than your husband, that you should leave him for her.

"You good, Tash? You zoned out for a bit," she's broken out of her trance by a gentle splash of the water on her face and your almost childish laugh. God, you're such an angel.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," she responds you with a small smile, even through she if far from alright. In reality her whole body is, even enveloped by the cold water, on fire just from the close proximity of your almost bare body to hers. If only she could touch you, just a little, softly, without anyone else knowing.

[kel-lance]

Yandere! Gojo x Reader Part 2

Ik part 1 was short, but the meats will be in the next part ;p

Here're the potatoes though

———————MDNI---------DDDR--------TW——————————

“You know I’m obsessed with you right?” Your senses were failing you. All you could do was hear first, then the physical feeling in your body shot back to you, causing you to throw up this mornings meal a foot away from where you were laying before. Your face stickier now with this mess, joining your tears and blood. You lay back down on the concrete floor, trying to catch your breath, praying he’ll give you a moment to breathe, but knowing him, this is almost his favorite part. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He crouched down to where you lay. 

“What the fuck was with the nicknames?”

He caresses your cheek as you breathe heavily, trying to regulate yourself from the pain. “Look at me (y/n).” Ge grabs your chin and picks it up, raising you with his two fingers.

Your vision’s blurry as you don’t throw up easily, your whole body is burning and your limbs are numb from being locked up from his previous heimlich’s. You were exhausted, pissed even but not injured bad enough to stop this week’s missions. No, nothing can stop you from completing one. Your streak is strong, they could rely on you, there was nothing more important than washing this guilt you paid to carry. But right now, you could care less about his power trip, his ego, just everything about him screamed entitled. 

He helps you sit yourself up, stomach on fire and head splitting open. Catching your breath, he holds your back for support, eating up the view in front of him. He’s obviously excited in so many ways, you thought he was actually smiling at you for a second. Not one of his “I’m that guy” “ME Me ME” “Look at this” any kind of attention seeking shit eating grin that he looked like he practice in the mirror for years. 

“That’s so odd, I’m having fun with a weakling. You, too, are nothing against me. But why does it feel so good when my hits land?” He raises his hand at causing you to at least close your eyes for contact, bracing for your brain to shake against your skull with his infamous one handed knock outs, but laughs at your reaction. 

“There’s always a bored feeling, like the action was a responsibility for me. I have to hurt the weak to protect the weaker. I don’t get breaks. I don’t get release. Won’t you help me out, (y/n)?” He shoved his two fingers down your throat to help you get an answer out.

“When you’re done, make sure to clean me up.” You gagged. You knew he hated you. He wanted to know everything about you his first year here. While you were climbing the ranks, he watched and studied you. Not like he’d have to put in much effort into schooling anyway, he was a prodigy after all. 

Yet since the tragedy in your first year, you’ve become a completely different person. Your team is still on you about it, rather your new team keeps trying to understand you, know you, see you, hear you, but you’re not going to let more people get hurt. You’d rather they hate you than let them die (fr) of a little mystery. 

Gojo stopped shoving his fingers into your mouth, not caring if his nails scratch all around before. “Woah, senpai, you’re letting me go there?” 

He holds onto your shoulder for support to stand and sighed. “Rest up then~” Before you could read his body, his fist collided with the side of your head. Your ear felt like it exploded. Your vision went black again.

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“How much longer are you gonna sleep?” You feel a heaviness on your side as you laid on your back.

“Fuck.” You were still with Gojo. The pain seemed to have subsided greatly but that won’t help the confusion from blacking out twice.

“Where are we?” 

“This is my house! Welcome!” Gojo presses his weight on you as he leans closer to you, looking a mixed of relieved and excited. It definitely made your stomach turn.. 

He helps you sit up and you look around, just imagine the “most generic modern house for a high schooler”, it’s just insane. Large living room with skylights, connected to the kitchen, dining room, main hallway, leading to the maze you know it took to get you to this couch. “Dude, what-“

“Don’t call me that.” You turn your head and his welcoming smile before became just a cold look. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He turns his entire body towards you and leans forward, both his large arms are hugging your sides but your back hurt from all the weight. 

“…Gojo.” 

“You’re breaking my heart, doll.” He sighs like you should’ve know better. “I’m over here giving you every name in the book and you just have dude? Bro?” He leans in further, threatening to break your back, slowly adding more power to his new found squeeze on your wrists. “Try again.” 

This is terribly embarrassing, maybe it’s best he chose somewhere more private to talk. “Satoru…” You were trying your best, what else would you call someone you barely knew? You should really try asking him that.

“That’s better.” He smiles but his eyes stay the same. “It’s not enough,” He hooks and grabs the hair at the back of your head, pulling you to face him, “Try… it… again.” 

He’s shaking, harder than you, trying so hard to contain himself. You could feel his dark aura grew thick and potent, his grip on your wrist was so close to snapping, you swallowed your pride in the name of your next mission. 

“Since this is our first time officially meeting,” This was embarrassing as is, but will you go against or play along? “I’ll call you Sa-san.” 

He blinks like he refreshed. “It’s something. Original compared to my ex girlfriends’ pet names.” He looked away like he was trying to remember which was his favorite, and pondered if yours was better. “I like it.” 

“…Why do you need to bringing them up?” You lean back into him now, making yourself small under him, testing out the power dynamic. Did he really want you like he said? Would that create an opportunity for you? Hopefully. No sane person would actually be happy and enjoy being kidnapped by the most handsome, rich, powerful, popular guy at school.

His eyes matched his smile. “You’re so cute, are you jealous?” He lets go of your wrist and hugs you tighter, shaking you side to side excitedly. 

“No, I just don’t get the thought process. I still barely understand what’s going on right now and why you’re being like this.” 

You realized right now there’s no point. They’re not going to expel him for kidnapping, and it’s not like anyone else would want to speak up with you and go against the Gojo’s. They have people who love and would defend them, put their own lives at risk just to get a bit of their attention, even if you got out of this house, he could give one simple order and have the hounds search and feast on your remains. People born in power disgusted you, it wasn’t fair.

His playful demeanor once again goes as fast as it arrived. “Are you fucking hard of hearing or do you not care?” He put his chin on one side of your neck as he tugged your ear on the other. “Have you not been listening to me this entire time?” 

You wince from the pain but look away from him. “It’s not like you’re not serious.”

“And why would you think that?” He pulled your ear harder and moved his hand tot he back of your head, balling up your hair to make you face to face. “What? That a nobody like you would be wanted so badly by someone like me?” You were getting so annoyed with the sudden mood changes. 

Sure, your cursed technique was adaption, a form of Reversed cursed technique, but this wasn’t an enemy others were calling you to exorcize. Instead this demon saw and latched itself onto you. An embodied curse of a certain feeling. 

“More like you get to do whatever you want and I’ve been avoiding that warpath, I have my own plans.” He could never understand the life you lived. Much less have so much fun toying with someone who wasn’t interested it was fine because you could handle it.

“But I want you, so you’re mine.” 

What logic- that just pissed you off.

“I don’t need this,” You break forward, away from him. “I don’t need you and I sure as hell got to be the top student at JJH by myself, not because I was just born with rare powers or good looks or the apathy you need to survive in this world, I”m done.” You use your shoulders to loosen his playful hold.  “Do you know how stupid you look when you go around acting like that?” 

You’ve snapped. “I’ve seen how you are and hear you, but it’s embarrassing.” This is how you’re gonna get the upper hand now, if those feelings were real then would be able to flow your way out of this and then run or kill him. No one gets this far with Satoru, maybe he’s just having a breakdown. Being the strongest would definitely be difficult… if he had a heart. 

Shit. “Maybe he’ll realize what he’s doing,” The small voice in your head was trying to calm you down with excuses, it was always something that made you go easy on your opponents. You had heart for them and want to hear them out til the end, even in an evil way sometimes when they’re just that terrible, but that doesn’t seem likely now. 

“I was right about you. You’re perfect.” 

You were about to register for your body to move, your legs should have started running but he was just so fast. One hand pinning down your shoulder, the other feeling down your side, squeezing almost like his fingers were tasting your skin. He finds your neck. 

First biting harshly, then kissing and licking each mark hungrily. His hold on your arms to your own chest has your breathing labored. You felt so much as your breathing stayed limited, not wanting to test him in this position. 

Gojo moves you onto his lap now, you can already feel his heartbeat on every surface you touched. With bored eyes you let him do what he wants as you’ve lived through worse, 

“So good~.” He was trying to eat you you swear, your skin now decorated with marks wherever Sa-san could reach. He was marking you, literally. You don’t even know what to do after. If things aren’t too bad, you’ll be going straight to Geto and Nanami after this. You thought about it a bit more and might have to rethink that since Shoko must’ve been the one to clean you up. 

You have to decide now, play along to get to your mission faster? Or will there be no option to leave after this? You’ll just have to put him to sleep to see. 

[tobiasdrake]

(Re: The Ginyu Post) 1. If Ginyu had only ever body changed with other mutants, then that might explain why he hadn't encountered the same problem he did with Goku. Goku's power requires a lot more skill to access. 2. Not really relevent to anything but I just want to note that we also see someone who may be a Namekian Mutant: Nail, who Friexa clocks at about 42,000. Though he's also the personal guard of the Grand elder, so it's also possible he reaped the benefits of unlocked potential like Krillin did

Yeah, Nail is pretty amazing for such a short-lived character.

Vegeta should be grateful that the Ginyus showed up because this was probably about to end badly for him.

Jeice's line here has been through some fixing. The original version had him astonishedly reading that Vegeta's battle power is coming up to 20k. This, of course, doesn't seem that impressive since he was said to have been 18k on Earth and, in fact, read at 24k earlier in this very arc.

The line was later revised to set Vegeta's current BP at 30k, following his zenkai from Zarbon.

Viz hedges their bets here by using the original 20k number, but adding "And still rising!" Which is still kinda janky because now Burter's reacting with astonishment to an explicitly lowball estimate of Vegeta's ki.

Either way, uh.

Yeah, if Vegeta had succeeded in starting shit back there, he was about to find out real fast and in a hurry why you don't fuck with the Grand Elder's bodyguard. Nail was about to happen to Vegeta in very much the same way that Recoome later did.

Pictured: An approximate estimation of what Vegeta didn't realize he was volunteering for back at Saichoro's home.

It is a pretty popular theory that the reason Nail is this powerful is because he's already had his dormant power drawn out by Saichoro. It is the logical conclusion. Saichoro can draw out a person's dormant ability from someone and there doesn't seem to be any reason he wouldn't do that for his personal bodyguard and attendant. He does it for Krillin, Gohan, and even Dende.

This is never confirmed nor refuted in the manga. The only explanation ever offered for Nail's power is that he's Senshi Taipu or a "Warrior-Type Namekian". This sets him apart from those earlier 3k BP Namekian fighters, as Saichoro notes that he's the only Senshi Taipu on Namek.

Viz says "true warrior" in place of Senshi Taipu which is kind of a slap in the face to those other guys. Now it just sounds like he's shit-talking the dead. Rude.

But the idea is that Senshi Taipu is the other special class of Namekian. The other being Ryuzoku or "Dragon Clan", the sorts of Namekian mystics who do things like create Dragon Balls. The Nameless Namekian was Ryuzoku - and a prodigy Ryuzoku, at that.

It's weird to me that one is a "Taipu" and the other is a "-zoku". We have Ryuzoku, the corrupted Mazoku, and Senshi Taipu. Why isn't that one a -zoku? But I digress.

Something interesting to note about this is that it retroactively implies explanation for how Piccolo was able to reincarnate himself stronger.

"He broke off a piece of himself that's even more powerful than he is because, uh, of reasons." Kind of a weird thing for him to be able to do, right? Why doesn't our Piccolo ever spit out an egg and make Piccolo III who's 8x more powerful than Piccolo? If spawning copies of himself that are superior to the original is a thing he can do then that implies some brand new options.

The Namek arc implies some explanations. During the Frieza battle, Dende explains to Piccolo that he's Senshi Taipu, so he can't learn mystical arts like healing magic.

But the Nameless Namekian and by extension God and PIccolo were Ryuzoku like Dende. So the implied retroactive explanation for how Piccolo was able to make his new self more powerful is because he reincarnated as Senshi Taipu, trading in the mystical package for pure battle power.

[piracytheorist]

The fact that of all instruments, Loid chose to see Anya's potential in music through a violin drives me insane. The violin is one of the hardest instruments to learn, and even harder to master a good sound for beginners. Among my co-students we had a joke that went something like "When a child is on their first year on the violin, their entire family suffers" because most first-year violin students (unless they're like, prodigies or something) need about a year to achieve a sound that sounds like music and not like nails on a chalkboard. Even people who eventually become professional violinists are pretty terrible on their first year.

And aside from the difficulty of producing a good sound, there's the thing about the violin (along with the other string instruments of that section, viola, cello and double bass) being a fretless instrument. There are no frets separating the neck in "notes". That means that you only learn where each note is by practice and muscle memory.

In comparison, guitars - also string instruments, but of a different classification since they don't use bows - have frets.

(that doesn't mean that the guitar is a much easier instrument to learn or play. But you can clearly tell where each note is - though you still have to practice a lot before you can confidently play without counting the frets each time)

WHAT I'M SAYING IS, when introducing children of that age into playing music you usually start with percussion instruments to give them the hands-on experience of "I hit this and it makes a sound. I hit it differently and it makes a different sound". If the child wants to pick up a more demanding instrument... at least you need some patience as a caretaker and an instructor. My boi Loid gave up after a few minutes of Anya simply exploring the instrument.

Now, I understand this was done for humorous purposes, Anya did overdramatically break the strings after all, and to show that Twilight was so stressed for time that he forgot that kids need time to learn and develop a skill. He has the same reaction with Anya being normal for her age at drawing and gymnastics, too. Especially with the gymnastics thing - just like he gave her a violin and expected her to play fucking Paganini or whatever, he had her try jumping on a vault, then Yor came and suggested something more appropriate and achievable for a beginner her age, jumping rope.

Still, I'm going to raise my snooty nose and take this as a headcanon that, finally, we were shown something Twilight genuinely doesn't know shit about. He knows to take the family to the opera to make them appear upper-class, but he doesn't know how one learns music. I mean, that's okay. He's perfect in pretty much all other specialties, he can afford being shitty at one.

[amageish]

Thinking way too hard about the queer possibilities of X-Men ‘97

When X-Men ‘97 was first announced, I’ll admit I was kind of ambivelent to the entire project... It felt very nostalgia-focused and was just less interesting to me then an all-new X-Men cartoon that could do its own thing without being burdened with established canon...

...and then I listened to the X-Men 60 Uncanny Years event earlier this year and hearing the executive producer of the series discuss what the X-Men meant to him as a kid as a gay black man in Florida basically changed my mind about the entire project. Now I’m excited for it!

The X-Men are so fucking queer. Even ignoring the ways that the mutant metaphor have been used to discuss queer issues before queer issues could be discussed textually, Marvel’s merry mutants just have... so many queer members and even more when you expand the list to include sub-textual and intended queerness.

So, with all that in mind, I did a little thinking and decided to take some guesses about who could make for queer representation in '97... Let’s dive in!

Part One: The Comic Canon Gays

Let’s start with the characters who are explicitly no-subtext-required queer in the comic books themselves. These are a few of the characters Marvel uses in Pride events and generally parades around every June.

Northstar

Jean-Paul Beaubier may seem like the vanilla ice cream of this rainbow sundae, but there’s far more going on with this character then the “Marvel’s first explicitly gay superhero” title that he is so often boiled down to. A French-Canadian superstar athlete, he’s lived never being entirely sure if his skiing career success was a result of his talent or his mutant abilities.

While his depiction in X-Men The Animated Series just had him be painfully French-Canadian with an on-the-nose accent and French exclamations, there’s a mean catty gay under the surface that is just waiting to be unleashed. They could also adapt his famous wedding arc, wherein he married his husband Kyle Jinadu...

Also he hates cops, so y’know... Maybe Marvel did nail the queer experience on their first try?

Iceman

Bobby Drake is arguably the most famous queer character at Marvel. A member of the original five X-Men, he was famously confirmed as gay when his teenage self was transported to the present and, with some unsolicited help from a teenage Jean Grey, questioned why his older self remaining closeted, even in a world that was (comparatively at least) accepting of queer desire.

In the original show, he showed unrequited interest in Polaris, as he had in the comics before his coming-out. This reboot could potentially give a more grounded and less fantastical take on coming-out then what he had in the comics... or maybe time travel will be involved again - who knows really!

Prodigy

David Allyene, aka Prodigy, is one of the most notable bi men at Marvel with one of the most distinctive coming-out stories. His mutant powers cause him to instantly learn things that other people know, hence the name Prodigy, and, through his powers, he also learned his own sexuality. How’s that for a crazy journey of self-discovery.

Prodigy is a newer character who did not appear in the original animated series at all, so there’s no continuity concerns there...

Mystique and Destiny

Destiny, also known as Irene Adler, met her lover Mystique when he was presenting as male and operating as a consulting detective in Victorian London.

Yeah uh. This is implying what you think it is.

The two of them have been lovers for centuries now, though both took other partners at different points during their relationship. Their love is something special though and together they raised Rogue as a child - as well as maybe sired Nightcrawler together? That was once intended to be Nightcrawler’s origin, but it was famously scrapped due to Marvel editorial not wanting to depict a child that is a product of a queer relationship at the time... but now this November a new comic will explore the “true” origin of Nightcrawler, so maybe Mystique/Destiny having a biological child is back on the table!

Mystique was, of course, in the original series. I’m not sure the actual odds of her relationship with Irene being acknowledged in ‘97 - partially just because I imagine Marvel would be concerned about backlash to queer villains... but also they’re adorable and good to me so I’d like them!

Captain Britain and Askani

Betsy Braddock and Rachel Summers are two incredibly complicated characters to summarize. Rachel is the time-displaced daughter of Scott and Jean from a hypothetical alternate feature, while Betsy Braddock spent like 30 years of her publication history trapped in the body of Kwannon, a Japanese assassin. While these two characters are some of Marvel’s most actively in-your-face unquestionably queer characters - the last Betsy story had a surprising amount of implied sex for only five issues - they’ve never really had a chance to shine in a multimedia way (well, at least not with Betsy in her own body and not being merged with Kwannon).

In the original show, Rachel cameoed briefly as a prisoner of Apocalypse while Pyslocke appeared without being named - assumedly they didn’t want to bother explaining the body-swap storyline. Personally, if they were to be in the show, I’d suggest that Betsy should be introduced as having inherited her brother’s title of Captain Britain, with Pyslocke of the original show being revealed to have been Kwannon in her own body all along...

Part Two: The New Mutants

There’s so many queer New Mutants that I’m just giving them their own category here... plus, with Sunspot being in the main cast, I wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the time got (Sun)spotlighted as well!

Note that the sapphics of the first generation of New Mutants can also be mixed and matched when it comes to shipping. I present them based on the pairings that are currently canon/teased in the present comics, but Dani/Xuan, Xuan/Kitty, Kitty/Rahcel, etc. are all valid too and could be within the cards for the show.

Karma & Galura

The first explicit lesbian of the X-Men line, Xuân Cao Mạnh is a refugee of the Vietnam Boat Crisis, a thing which makes no sense when you consider that she is still canonically like 20-something years old in 2023. Her coming-out was a much lower-key affair then Jean-Paul’s, with her friends just casually running into her at the Exploding Person festival (i.e., Burning Man) with a shaved pink haircut and already travelling with her two “girlfriends”.

After the musical festival, she proceeded to fall in love with her roommate Kitty Pryde and then her co-worker Dani Moonstar, both of which were never (textually) requited. Recently, she’s started dating the winged mutant Galura and finally gotten to do stuff like “kiss a woman on-panel regularly” after two decades of being a lesbian denied a girlfriend...

She has cameoed in X-Men ‘92-related media with a design that is truly terrible IMO, but I think she could be rebooted and appear in this series in her full glory... especially after the New Mutants movie left her out entirely!

Mirage and Wolfsbane

Introduced in the original New Mutants run, Dani Moonstar and Rahne Sinclair share a unique telepathic connection, helpfully described as them being “soul-mates.” The Comic Book Code prohibited depictions of queer people, but uh. This first run is incredibly not subtle, even as Rahne nominally has interest her male teammate Cannonball.

Unfortunately, post-Claremont, their relationship was more or less abandoned for a few decades (coinciding with a massive downward spiral in Rahne content in general) climaxing with Rahne being killed off entirely in an allegory for transphobic violence... Thankfully, she recovered from her death and has recently been written by a non-binary author and now a trans author, both of whom have leaned back into the idea that these “soul-mates” may, in fact, have romantic feelings for each other.

Oh, also they were explicitly gay in the movie. So. Good for them for that!

Magik and Shadowkat

Another classic pair of X-Men “roommates,” Illyana Rasputina and Kate Pryde are another Claremont-created “soul-mate” duo - albeit without the telepathic bond. After decades of queer-coding, both were able to do queer-adjacent things explicitly for the first time in the Krakoa era, with Illyana asking a group of people of various gender presentations to make out with her and Kate kissing a tattoo artist who looks suspiciously like her bestie on-panel.

Pryde famously lost the spot of “Teen X-Men PoV character” to Jubilee in the show, but maybe X-Men ‘97 could give her a second chance... plus Illyana is one of the most popular X-Men characters not given a full spotlight in the original show, in spite of her more or less being an A-list X-Men in 2023. I don’t know if Marvel is brave enough to make this one canon, but I do think these two are two of the most obviously missing characters from the ‘97 line-up.

Escapade

Shela Sexton, aka Escapade, is a transgender sapphic who debuted in Marvel Pride last year and has since then had a starring role in the most recent New Mutants series. She has the incredibly unique power of the ability to “steal” things from people - including everything from stealing physical objects like their wallet to stealing abstract concepts like their emotional or physical state. Her character also generally has embodied the intersectional approach to mutant identity which has become more and more prevalent in the modern era - her mutant identity and trans identity are both important to her character, but neither are allegories for the other.

I think she’s probably too new to be added to the X-Men ‘97 cast pragmatically, but maybe they could have snuck in a cameo at the last minute? Idk. I figured I’d include her on the list.

Part Three: Let’s Get Wild!

Okay. Fuck it. Let’s talk about some comic book justifications that could be used to queer up the actual main cast from the original classic X-Men The Animated Series.

Jubilee

Jubilation Lee, the teen PoV lead of the X-Men, has been written as queer a handful of times, but never explicitly in 616. Most notably, she was gay in an AU Runaways story (written by N.D. Stevenson), where she dated a bisexual version of Pixie as well as an ice-powered sapphic named Frostbite. Monet also had a crush on her in the X-Men ‘92 animation-inspired comic book series. In terms of 616 content, her relationship with Laura Kinney has often been read in a sapphic way, especially in Liu’s X-23 series where Laura notably breaks up with her boyfriend only for Jubilee to be waiting back at her apartment to go out with her.

Storm

Ororo Munroe, aka Storm, famously has had a subtextual Sapphic fling with the bundle of chaos that is Yukio. They two met for the first time when Ororo went to Japan and their time together was almost immediately followed by her famous punk Storm era, which is very queer when you consider that context. Yukio was also later made explicitly queer in Fox’s Deadpool 2 movie, though the movie character doesn’t share much of the personality and thrill-seeking antics of her comic book counterpart...

Storm is the central protagonist of the original Claremont Uncanny X-Men and will be central to the ‘97 series as well. It’d be really bold to confirm her as queer, but I’d say this is the kind of move that would be worth it if they want this to stand out among X-Men adaptations.

Wolverine, Phoenix, and Cyclops

Finally, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, and Logan were implied to have been in a poly relationship throughout most of the Krakoa era - though they have fallen on hard times recently in the run-up to Fall of X.

I’ll be blunt: I don’t think there’s a chance in hell that Marvel corporate would approve this being textual... but I’m willing to be proven wrong, I guess!

WHEW. Okay. That’s my list. This is nowhere near definitive of course - I didn’t discuss Shatterstar’s bisexuality, Deadpool’s pansexuality, Gwenpool’s aroace identity, et al - but also basically every X-Men character is either textually queer or could be justified as being queer based on comic book lore. This entire brand has a queer poly energy that even the straightest writers weren’t able to fully shake off of it... so, while this is my list, they could really do anything they wanted (and that Mickey Mouse lets them do, at least)... We’ll see what happens!

[PS: In light of the strike and the general shitty way that megacorporations in entertainment have been treating their workers for years now, I’d be remissed if I made this post and didn’t encourage people to consider donating to the Entertainment Community Fund as well!]

[miminmimikyu]

Prodigy episodes 5-6

WHAT THAt coffee with espresso shot from the trailer was for Dal??? janeway what are you doing to that child

I guess Janeway’s way of dealing with *gestures* all this is by giving coffee to her protégé, said coffee being heavily imbued with symbolism. Dal and Janeway are already coming up with the same “plan” independently of each other (finding the protostar and placing it on past!Tars Lamora themselves to fix the timeline)! I’m so proud :’) don’t pick up any more of her habits, Dal.

Something else that I also like is: unlike in other kids shows, where to tell a story where the children go off to save the day all the adults are written as stern, uncaring people who don’t see reason + then in the end you’ll eventually find out that that was all miscommunication, in Prodigy they’re showing that outright! The adults aren’t uncaring and they aren’t angry (anymore) at the kids— they are shocked that they even got into that situation in the first place. It’s viewed by the adults as a failure on their part, of their responsibilities as adults. They talk, among themselves, about how much they admire how the children are holding up in these circumstances and they make an effort to check if they really are okay, even though these are incredibly stressful circumstances for them (for janeway in particular) too. It seems that they also understand that being kept in the dark is what is making the gang restless and they offer them at least some morsels of information. Like how Tysess tells them that the Infinity is going to be destroyed but it’s NOT because of anything they did. He didn’t need to tell them that, but he did. But you can’t expect the gang can intuit all this and instead think they’re being punished or on the verge of being kicked out. That’s a reasonable assumption for any child/teenager to make, but especially for these ones, who have only been around bad, untrustworthy or neglectful adults almost their whole lives. So no one is sharing info but the situation is more nuanced than I've seen before in a children's show.

But please please someone share some information with Janeway 💀

Cerritos mention!!!! Does that mean the EMH will be in an episode of Lower Decks s5? He went on that ship and survived??

They really nailed the doctor’s facial expressions and mannerisms! Great to know he’s still writing self-insert fiction. Hopefully this one isn’t as libellous as Photons Be Free. Makes me wonder what the rest of Voyager’s former crew is up to now.

Also Janeway’s expressions are spot on for that matter: oh man the pain on her face when she blew up the wormhole!!!The fact that she only really lets the mask slip the second she’s on her own is so Janeway too *chef's kiss*

Is this the first ever mention of what tribe Chakotay is from?

Mermaid Murf and Gillian in the tank were so cute!

I love the snippets of personality we’re getting from Voyager-A’s bridge crew these two episodes: Tysess can laugh? Oh boy, he can. Counsellor Noum just clocking off for the day with a good book? I’m glad that he’s warming up to Jankom a little bit. Anyway, Janeway’s new officers all seem so on board with her and her mission, if Janeway had said “never mind, let’s just cloak the ship and use it for a covert mission” I think they all would have gone along in a heartbeat.

Also is this the same Vulcan lieutenant from Mindwalk? So that sudden makeout (handshake) with Janeway (Dal) didn’t put him off working for Janeway/humans forever.

Was Noum the only doctor on the Dauntless? Wait, did they only let Janeway do that mission on the Dauntless as long as there was a proper psychiatrist/psychologist as the chief medical officer?

Omg omg omg next is another episode where the voice actors do impressions of each others’ characters?? I cannot wait!!!!!

Also it’s so funny that Jellico just consistently remains “Captain/Admiral Buzzkill” after all these years. Anyway. Fuck him.

[thelongestway]

Star Trek Prodigy, notes on the watch, ep. 19

Ascensia, you're just plain suicidal at this point.

And here we go, all coming together.

"Old Maquis tricks"!

Netflix, pay your fucking captioners. Ahh, nice badge indeed!

Science team prodigies!

I'm again wondering if the Tholians will come and help... But then it hit me. Those aliens Zero was with? They look like the Aetherians, quite a bit!

Sorry, Rev fleet; this is Voyager you're dealing with! She can indeed to this all day - quantum torpedoes or no. :P

Ilthuran, try not to die!

Hologram Janeway, going down with the ship AGAIN?

Please don't phase through the ladder again, Gwyn!

Oh wait. So. Chakotay moves through the wormhole to a Solum *already destroyed* by civil war. His wasn't the first contact that started it!

Hoot hoot indeed!

Dal, of you two - Murf is the indestructible one!

Hah. :) Gwyn's final fight isn't using her heirloom. That theme about it being unreliable DID hold out!

Betting on Ilthuran getting there in good time, though!

Damn, Murf, you can nail that trophy on your wall and have Klingons pay respects!

The sheer number of falls Gwyn has taken, I'm surprised she's alive at all!

Dal, going for that live wire....

Yup, closing the wormhole mid-transit eats those ships clean apart.

baby!Ascensia, grab your heirloom, come on! It's *yours*. Or do that!

Well, well, Unifier. :)

Did she just burn out her neuroflux.

Damn, there is so much potential for a primarily.. Telekinetic species that can still join minds to some degree. The Vau N'Akat are great. :))

Dal doesn't care about the wormhole. :P

Come on. Talk to the Loom already!

[yeastinfectionvale]

Marcolina was pissed. Being trapped inside a car with none other than Marcia Marquez was a test from the heavens. It was bad enough that Marcia stole Celeste for most of the day, now she had to listen to her mumble along to the radio for the next three hours.

"Hey, uh Lina. Shit. Bez?" Marcia said eyes not leaving the road. "How are you holding up? You know after everything." She froze. It had been a week after Valentina's accident and everyone was walking on eggshells around each other. Pretending that Vale was on a business meeting and not confined to a hospital bed, nobody knowing when she would open her eyes.

If she would at all.

No. What would Fran and Lucia say. Vale was just recovering. Not gone, but recovering. Bez repeated this in her head a few times. Recovering, resting, Valentina was just tired.

Marcolina huffed, Valentina may have forgiven Marcia but she sure as hell wasn't. Sex may distract Valentina but Marcia wasn't sleeping with Marcolina. She was Bulletproof and this trip to Rome was purely business. Just because Lucia had asked Marcia for help running the shop doesn't mean that they had to be friends. Yeah of course she wasnt going to be a bitch to her but they weren't going to paint each others nails.

"Fine." She replied quickly, pulling her headphones out of her bad. Marcia opened her mouth, closing it quickly. She wasnt going to push where the door said pull.

The pair drove on in silence, Shakira playing on the car radio and The Fray playing in Bez's headphones. It was a comfortable silence, the two women purely existing in silence instead of forcing it.

This lasted for an hour before the silence was broken by the car, spluttering as it jutted forward twice before shutting down. Marcia cursed as he slammed her hands against the steering wheel. "Fuck!" She cried out as the pair got out of the car. Bez opened the hood as Marcia grabbed the toolbox and a bottle of water out of the boot.

The engine was smoking, carefully Marcia threw some water on it. Bez took her shirt off, handing it to Marcia. With her hand wrapped in Bez's shirt, she removed the cap of the water tank, emptying the bottle into it. She fitted the cap on and stared at the shirt in her hand. There was a ring of slightly burnt fabric on it, grease smudged. Marcia felt a twinge of guilt. She should have grabbed a cloth from the toolbox. That's the way she was taught. But beside her stood stubborn Marcolina proving time and time again that she was one of Valentina's prodigies. That she was someone who studied under Nonno Rossi. Marcia handed the shirt back, watching Bez chuck it back to the car and sit on the floor beside it.

Marcolina opened her phone to check the time and stared at her lock screen. It was a picture of her and Valentina, her head in Vale's lap as she slept, Andrea drawing on her face. Franky had taken it six months prior. Not sure what overcame her, Marcolina turned to face Marcia who was digging though her bag in the boot of the car. "Do you think she'll wake up?" Marcia looked up, pausing as she closed the boot. "I don't know. I want to say yes. I want to say she'll wake up soon but -" she sat down next to Bez, a bundle of cloth in her hands, a faraway look in her eyes. "I have accepted that she might not." Bez patted Marcia's thigh, mouth pulled into a tight line. She nodded understanding Marcia's Tain of thoughts. The two sat for a while in silence, Bez's hand not leaving Marcia. The pair weren't sure when they started crying. But they both sat in silence, tears flowing freely. Marcia wiped her face, turning to look at Marcolina, who was wiping her own face.

"Here you can wear this" she said handing her the shirt in her hands. Bez paused, opening the shirt out fully. "How did you get this? This is literally the shirt I was looking for a month ago." Marcia blushed, remembering how Valentina gave it to her after they had sex in the upstairs room of the Rossi mechanic shop. Marcolina noticed the blush on her neck and groaned, throwing her head back. "Valentina, that bitch!" Marcia laughed, throwing her arm over Marcolina's bare shoulders. "Hey well I guess you'll have to steal one of Vale's shirts and give it to Celeste then."

"what." Bez said shocked, "who told you I liked Cele?" Marcia cocked her head, confused. "I thought the two of you were dating?" Bez put her shirt on, leaning forward so Marcia could rest her arm back on her shoulders. "No Celeste and I aren't dating, I don't even think she likes girls like that, or even like me like that." Marcia was even more confused. Celeste talked about Marcolina like she was an angel from above and stared at her like she hung the moon. Was Marcolina really too stubborn to see that the girl was head over heels for her? "Really?" She replied. "I see her look at you like you are the light in her life. You talk as if she was carved by Michaelangelo. I think you both are in love with each other. We all thought you both were together."

Marcia watched the cogs turn in Marcolina's brain, puzzle pieces falling into place. "OH" she exclaimed. "oh." Marcia patted her thigh and stood up, checking on the engine that was no longer smoking. Bez followed her, taking a look at the engine before sitting back down in the passenger seat. Marcia sat down, muttering a quick prayer before turning the key, a laugh leaving her lips as the car started again.

Italian folk songs played in the background as they continued on their journey, chatting about terrible customers they encountered, new tools they were ready to pick up from the whole seller and about Nonno Rossi, the man who formed so many into the women they were today.

The sun began to set and Marcia turned to Marcolina who had fallen asleep, she snored lightly, wrapped up in a hoodie that probably was Francesca's. Marcia turned the volume down, letting the younger women get some sleep before they reached their hotel.

[sentfromwolves]

So there I was, checking out HBABL. Dove into Nemesis's tag. Fell in love. I don't know if you infodump, but if you do, would you mind introducing him to me? :3

WAAAGHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I AM ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO RANT ABOUT MY SON (✧∀✧)/ !!!!

Nemesis Bluesummers is twenty years old, born on october 31st 2004 (yes, a halloween baby!!) which makes him a raging scorpio. I can actually identify his sun/moon/rising because his birthday plays deeply into his storyline and I also know a lot about this kid.

He was born to Agatha Bluesummers, the Sanguine Witch, in Nashville, TN. Agatha, who probably deserves an award for World's Worth Mother, cursed Nemesis to die at midnight on his 21st birthday while he was in the cradle, largely due to the fact that she never wanted a child, and the only reason she kept Nemesis was because she could feel that her child would have immense power, and wanted to steal that power for her own. Of course, that didn't work, so she had to settle for cursing him instead. Nemesis ran away from home at the age of ten because of Agatha's hostile, abusive, transphobic bullshit. He stole her car too (because she locked up the GTO, which he'd been fixing up as a passion project. you know - just ten year old child prodigy things.)

And yeah, Nemesis is pretty smart - he is an incredibly fast learner with a hand's on approach, absolutely has raging ADHD (unmedicated), and a penchant for putting things apart so he can learn how to put them back together again. That being said, he's never had a formal education because he ran away from home and stayed on the run ever since, trying to find a way to break his curse.

He's allergic to pineapple and shellfish, his favorite food is poutine, and he thrifts or steals his entire wardrobe. He can speak English, Spanish, French, and passable Japanese due to extensively traveling after leaving home. He has extreme commitment issues, his biggest pet peeve is people talking while they're eating food, and he absolutely binge watched all of Bridgerton in the dead of night. His biggest hobby he can't commit any time to is working with cars. He has a three-headed doberman named Chaos, and he absolutely needs therapy.

On the surface, Nemesis is acerbic, unhinged, self-centered, hostile, and untrusting. Meeting him feels like whiplash, he'll leave you feeling like you got hit by a truck while he escapes out a bathroom window and into the night. He bristles the way a kicked cat bristles, he bares his teeth the way a dog bares its teeth after being hit one too many times. He wants to be loved and hates that he wants that more than anything else, and he feels abandoned by the whole world, and incredibly, painfully alone. When you sand him down, he's really nerdy, loves a corny joke, and likes to hang around and chat your er off about his hyperfixations. A hug wouldn't heal this kid, but it would go a long way in helping him figure things out.

At the end of the day, HBABL is about a kid that was forced to grow up too fast, all alone, and keeps fighting tooth and nail to break his curse because his pride won't let him just lay down and die even though he's so fucking tired. he's so tired and ready to be done. he's young, he's literally only twenty years old, he never had a chance to be a kid, or much of anything at all but a survivor. he's in love with the demon possessing his car, his biggest flaw and strength in equal measure is hope beyond all measure. and honestly I love him your honor, thanks for coming to me TED talk. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck!

OC Deep Dive Tag

Rules: Answer these questions for your oc!

I'm in kind of an Izjik mood :3

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Izjik is afraid of drowning. This might seem strange for a catfish selkie, but myths of halawemavar suddenly losing their ability to transform and drowning as they try to return home are relatively common ghost stories where she grew up. It terrified her as a kid, and even as an adult, the idea of drowning makes her shudder.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who act uppity about academic stuff. This might also seem strange, as she lives in a house with girl genius and the world's angriest music prodigy, but Twenari and Sepo never talk down to her. It's when people act like they're better than her for having an education that she gets frustrated.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Handmade fishing lures, some super crusty work boots, and hidden food. Izjik always keeps some hidden food around.

What do they notice first in a person?

How dangerous they are. Izjik has been on the run for years now, so it's habit to clock any hidden weapons or suspiciously scarred knuckles.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10/10, this woman is a berserker. She's got that old farmhand, walk into the doctor holding your severed arm pain tolerance. This does not apply to minor colds and allergies, in which case she's a 1/10.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Definitely fight. Izjik is a twitchy person and has had to fight tooth and nail to survive many times. She's very jumpy with her knife. However, she's just as likely to turn tail if she knows she can't win.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Halawemavar family culture is pretty different from human family culture. Izjik wasn't raised by her parents - she was raised by her whole enclave. All the children of her generation were raised like siblings, and all the adults were their parents. So I'll say big family.

What animal represents them best?

Visually, either a catfish or a snapping turtle. Personality wise, I'd say a sheepdog.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Patchouli. She doesn't like any strong smells, to be fair. Halawemavar have very sensitive senses of smell. But she associates patcholi with incense shops, which she hates.

Have they broken any bones?

Yup. She broke her skull as a kid when she tried to knock down a tree by headbutting it. She later broke her wrist in a fight while fighting in the Trench, and has cracked her ribs countless times.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"Gods beyond, what a scruffy looking redneck. She was tiny but broad as a brick, with muscles like a sack full of stones. Her hair was silver, though she couldn't have been over thirty, and her face was scarred and sun-freckled. Her teeth were fucking scary. I'll bet she could've bit through barbed wire."

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Morning bird. Izjik loves to wake with the sunrise.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

A flavor she loves is fish. Izjik’s favorite food is raw fish. A flavor she hates is bread. She hates bread because pretty much her entire diet is raw fish.

Do they have any hobbies?

Izjik likes to fight, fuck, party, and play. She lives life to its fullest. More specific hobbies include fishing, home maintenance, and camping.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

She'd immediately jump to grab her weapon, only to relax once she realizes it's just her friends. After that, she'd be so excited to party.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Nothing more than a bracelet woven from straw.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

She's ✨️illiterate✨️

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Excitement and righteous fury.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Probably cotton. She ain't fancy.

What kind of accent do they have?

Realistically, a halawemavar accent is something between Xhosa and Polish. In my head, she has a New Zealander accent.

I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @rivenantiqnerd @i-eat-worlds and anyone else who wants in :)

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What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry?Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric?What kind of accent do they have?

[radicalfemimist]

Why is it that the two recently-released live action adaptations of kids media both decided not just to water down the character (yikes) but also to remove anything “offensive” or “triggering”?

Gabe Ugliano is supposed to be an upsetting character, and then— as far as his portrayal goes, he’s just kinda unlikeable instead of despicable. It wasn’t like he was written as abusive for no reason. It’s not narratively satisfying to see a character get his comeuppance if he’s really only been mildly unlikeable.

Like yes, it’d be upsetting to see. Sometimes, media has parts that are upsetting. It’s supposed to. You can’t write a meaningful story if you’re tiptoeing over upsetting people. It’d be hard to watch, but also, a lot of people like seeing media they can relate to even if it’s an ugly situation. They can find comfort in it.

Don’t even get me started on Annabeth— I think the direction they took the character was a bad choice, because people were already upset at their choice of actress and now the way they chose to write Annabeth for the live-action is going to reflect badly on her, which isn’t fair. Why would they do that?

And the live action ATLA… I guess when they heard Katara was a waterbender they thought that meant they had to water her down until she’s an empty slate. I just finished the second episode, and already they’ve taken out anything and everything interesting about Katara.

My sister and I couldn’t stop laughing in the first episode when Gran Gran was explaining to Aang that his people were dead. She sounded like she was going on a villain monologue, which was… certainly a choice. “Everyone knows the airbenders are dead. But you… you don’t know that, do you? Fucking idiot.”

Surely there’s a better way to explain to this 12-year-old that all his people are dead, hmm? That everyone he ever knew is gone?

It’s an especially weird choice that they seem to both want to show the darker sides of the war— opening on the Air Nomad genocide, and showing Katara seeing her mom’s murder— but erase the fact that the Southern water tribe didn’t have any waterbending scrolls, because their culture was stolen and destroyed. For what? So they could make Katara a natural prodigy, and erase the fact that it didn’t come easy to her? That she worked for it, had to fight Pakku to even teach her?

It was, uh, also an interesting choice to decide that without the presence of sexism and Sokka’s sexist attitude, that the solo trait Suki is allowed to have is… horny? Suki and Sokka can be straight up lustful, but Katara and Aang can’t even have a meaningful platonic/and or budding crush bond.

I think the actors did really good, though— Sokka’s actor especially, but that could also just be that the script and director wouldn’t let anyone else use their acting capabilities. I think Zuko’s actor could easily nail the role if they let him— he even kinda sounds like Zuko. But for some reason instead of an angry, traumatized teenage boy they decided that this Zuko— this Zuko is a wet cat, instead of an angry wet cat.

This Zuko is like, getting bullied for being gay. He writes poetry and listens to MCR. He’s kinda just whiny instead of shouty.

It’s kinda like they decided— actually, completely like they decided, that they had to make the characters more likeable by removing all of their flaws.

Sokka isn’t sexist. Aang didn’t actually run away (not that he was wrong for that), Katara isn’t allowed to have a personality the same way she wasn’t allowed to exist, courtesy of Mattel.

Iroh is also… really helpful to Zuko’s quest. It kinda seem like he was somewhat sabotaging it in the original show, but in this one he’s straight up guiding him right to the Avatar. He’s helpful.

And again— a lot of these changes, and the cheesy dialogue, is going to end up reflecting badly on the actors when it should be on the writers + directors.

I understand changing things up a little. I do not understand changing things that didn’t need to be changed— are you so short on time that you can’t keep the reason they’re going to the North Pole as literally the most obvious reason— because Aang needs to learn waterbending and so does Katara? Now it just seems like the characters aren’t smart enough to think of that.

I guess they did make it so that Aang only found out he was the Avatar like 3 hours before all the airbenders were killed, so no one told him what order he was supposed to learn them in. They didn’t even tell him how they knew it was him, with the toys and all. No time for that, but time to work in Kyoshi’s backstory real quick and write in Suki’s mom.

You would think they would’ve erred on the side of caution and tried to stick to the original script a little more, given that ATLA already has a famously bad live action movie, and PJO has two. The stakes were already high. Slightly better than terrible is not the ideal outcome of an adaption.

[loco-warehouse]

What was Britney's relationship with the turtles like?

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Master Splinter kinda acts like a stand-in parental figure for Britney. She's gone through so much and he acts like a soft landing for her, so she can have time to process the current state of everyone's situation. Splinter also takes a realization that Britney is NOT cut out to be constantly going out fighting the Foot Clan or Kraang, but understands that she's too stubborn to be left behind. So, he assigns Leo and himself to start training her, in hopes that Britney can have SOME sort of defense. All in all, Britney has a huge amount of respect for Splinter, but isn't 100% sure how to connect with him, especially since she was taught opposite values that he has. Splinter finds her to be a bright girl with a wonderful future, and he just wants to make sure that he gets a chance in this world. Before his death, one of his last, personal lessons for her was teaching forgiveness. Both Baxter and Angela have taught a sense of holding grudges and seeking vengeance to fuck people over, and Splinter is the first to help break that cycle. She misses him, dearly.

April is like, her main sense of normalcy when living with the turtles. She was her apartment neighbor, so the two have a connection already. April acts as a sort of older sister/cousin. She attends her track meets, her parent conferences, etc. They'll even have "girl days" where she takes Britney out for lunch, shopping, and getting their nails/hair done as a treat!

Casey, is like the shitty older brother she always fight with. He'll wet willy her often, give mean nicknames, and all in all, a little shit. Britney returns the same teasing, by covering his hockey uniform in pink glitter and stickers. The two butt heads but have alot of fun.

Leo and Britney are SOO geeky! The two act serious when he needs to tutor her in fighting, in which it's hilarious bits of Leo deepening his voice to give some wise, out-the-ass, lesson, and Britney is like, trying to follow along, only to make fun of him. After training though, the two geek out over Space Heroes and other shows.

I think I'm gonna go a different route for Donnie and Britney. The two aren't fans of each other. It's a battle of prodigy minds, and she's constantly criticizing his contraptions. There's also a sense that because she's basically a Stockman, he doesn't trust her too much in the beginning, especially when she starts living with them. They do a lot of mind-fucking with each other, always trying to be the one above the other, so it leads to a lot of sibling rivalry. The only times they get along is when she needs help with homework and he the only smart one who gets what her homework is. Tiny one off, but Britney does ask him to turn her dad back, and Donnie response was basically, "Why would I do that?"

Raph and Britney are competition buddies! They like to be aggressive with each other alot, and always fighting to be on top. Raph and Casey do help her train outside of just fighting, such as her track races. They sneak into the football field and have alot of races, and Britney is determine to beat him one day. Other than training and track meets, they play alot of video games, pinball games, and even sneaking her out to play DDR. They keep each other busy :)

Mikey is her absolute best friend in the whole, wide world. Since meeting in early season three, the two were able to instantly click. He truly is a older brother, both having extreme interest in each other hobbies and ideals. He teaches her how to skateboard and roller skate, she teaches him how to have a better intuition, and the two can have ridiculous amounts of fun and connecting. They share comics, toys, games, everything! Tiny headcannon, when Mikey threw the retro-mutagen at Baxter, then proceeds to punch him, it was because he knew it's what Britney would've wanted.

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Ruby, Amethyst, Emerald?

AH, THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :3

Ruby: Is there any symbolism used in your wip?

Ahhh, yes~ mainly for emotions and connections. The first one that comes to mind is Westlie and Morgan's reluctance for physical affection, which developed into the Nose Boop. Whenever they want to say 'I love you' or 'you matter' but can't get it out, the Nose Boop is an appropriate substitute. Westlie carries this tradition over to Lizzie from chapters 7-16ish before she really opens up.

I also loved coding Morgan as ADHD- although I'm not sure if that's actually symbolic, or only symbolic because it's not text-explicit. The color green is really important for Morgan though, and so are Statements of Fact.

After thinking about it, I also think "Sun" motifs are important in the AU, although I can't pinpoint why because I didn't do it intentionally. I think it's got something to do with Home vs a False Home. I'd have to go reread half a dozen chapters where my brain included Clockwork Suns, Relia, Morgan, Westlie, the Glorious, mycelium, and Otto. My subconscious' comparison of Relia to the sun and Morgan to the sun from Westlie's perspective definitely means something though!

Amethyst: Who is the Comfort Character™ of your wip?

Westlie. Hands down. I fell in love with her playing Skyfarer because she's just- some guy. She's good at what she does, but she's not a prodigy. Her family sucks. She was trained to be a workaholic. She has a temper. She hates going outside. She loves the sky. She doesn't know how to lead. She really wants a friend.

Writing Westlie is like writing a love letter to myself that even if you're a bit fucked up and placed in absurdly abnormal circumstances you can still grow, succeed, and be happy.

Emerald: Which of your characters is hardest to write?

Of the main trio, Lizzie. xD She's easy once I get into it, but getting into her perspective is really hard. You'd think she'd be easy because she's fucking 8 and I like writing her as deadpan/witty, but she's @justanormalseagull's true baby. :') I'm only now understanding what teenage!Lizzie would look like.

Teenage!Westlie and Teenage!Morgan are easy though. You just picture both of them on top of a dresser hissing like cornered possums and just kinda translate that to whatever batshit insane thing Morgan is doing for dopamine that night.

(Of the side characters, Otto. I want him to have this melodic growl-purr like The Railroad Man from Old Gods of Appalachia that I can't nail down on the first and second rounds of dialogue. Usually takes several passes for something I'm happy with.)

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Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

I could think of a million other things I'd rather be doing while, at the same time, I am happily doing nothing. Honestly, to be lost in free thought is my preferred choosing of spent quality time. To be floating in a bodacious palace of clouds, feeding off of sun rays that charge whatever hopelessness I desire is my love language.

One day I imagined being a painter ignited with the passions held in the 19th century. A blissful early taste of romanticism, so sweet, and full with the appreciation of love. In the next I'm traveling first class around the world with the most prodigious tech companies. Helping cute little old heads in their 40s and 50s set up the latest Apple products and teaching them how social media platforms, like Tiktok, works. I mean come on. All you have to do is post videos, edit the videos, all while not thinking about what you're doing. The oldies are so helplessly adorable.

In my dreams I travel to Brazil, the God of all worlds. To me, Brazil is like what Paris is to New Orleans. The mother of my birth. I imagine that I'm surprising my best friend of a decade, Erickson, even though neither of us speak each others language. He speaks Brazil's mother tongue. I do not. I dreamed it once. Although in my dream I could understand him perfectly fine. When I couldn't, I was able to read his thoughts through his eyes. I could see his peace in the way his soul would relax, and the desire from his heart would beat into mine.

My mind used to wonder to the most exhilarating places on Earth. What screws with my train of thought is this fucked up fucking family paradigm. A hard smack on my ass to reality. What I thought was real really never was anything more than me getting played. At 23 the truth hit me on my head like hammer on nail. Except, the pretty painted picture that was intended to be on display like a debut was crooked; ruined. Marked with hidden imperfections, stained with the blood the ignorant, and the innocent, painted 20 times over. No one saw until the picture was to be displayed, then these crooked lines revealed themselves in the most unappealing way.

I have no idea where to start. I guess if you're like me, not knowing where to begin, we go to the beginning of the page. But, then again chaos never follows tradition, and the beginning can be boring, so lets just skip straight to the middle shall we?