#THIS BOY WROTE TOO MUCH

[williamvapespeare]

The facts, as Edwin understands them, are thus: 1. Edwin Payne spent 7 decades in hell 2. Edwin Payne spent the majority of those years being ripped apart by a spider demon meade of doll heads 3. On Tuesday 12 March, 2024, the Dead Boy Detectives investigated an old railway station on the outskirts of York which was home to a nest of unnaturally fast and magical spiders being bred by a local mage for unknown purposes. 4. Approximately 5 minutes after entering the nest, Edwin Payne began to experience the following symptoms: shortness of breath, blurred vision, shaking hands, a curious sensation as if something very large was trying to crack ribs he does not have by squeezing him in its fist. In which Edwin's trauma catches up with him and he finds the whole thing quite tedious. For @dbdpromptober days 7-9: blood, hell, and past. This is a collaboration with my lovely friend Tash! She did an AMAZING drawing to go along with this and you should all go give it some love!

[royaltea000]

I’ve never felt so conflicted about a franchise in my life but at least this dude was hot

[idontknowwhatimdoing-13]

The saddest thing is that when Charles finally figures it all out and tell Edwin he loves him its going to absolutely break Edwins heart, more than him saying he wasn't in love with him ever did.

Here’s the thing, its Edwin, he's logical. He likes Charles that way, he told Charles, Charles said he didn't like him that way, he's glad it didn't seem to hurt their friendship, end of story. Its not like he can stop loving Charles like that, or that he will ever stop feeling that way, but he can begin to move on now that he has some closure to his feelings. He would never consider that Charles would believe he didn't feel that way about him even though he did, or expect those feelings to change in the future. Its just not how things worked out and he is working to be okay with that.

He also would never pick up on any indicators that Charles might like him at all that way. Again it's Edwin, he spent 30 years not communicating well with his best friend because whenever Charles would say he was happy or okay Edwin would just believe him with no question. Why would Charles actually mean they have to figure out what things mean when he already said he didn't love him that way? Why would him shutting down Edwins question about confusion and immediately change the subject mean anything beside exactly what Charles said? Edwin himself is just relieved that their friendship seems to be intact. And why would Charles ever be flirting with him in any way when it could just be friendly teasing when Charles has already established that they're only friends? He has always trusted what was said, especially when it came to him and Charles. Charles is happy all the time because “that's just how Charles is”, because Edwin has never had reason to doubt that that's how Charles is. So Charles would never love Edwin as more than a friend, because Charles said he didn't love Edwin as more than a friend.

But imagine if he did. If one day, like Edwin, he realized and just couldn't hold it in anymore. Edwin is moving on, he won’t try and wait for Charles to be anything but a friend, but he won't stop loving him either. If Charles suddenly felt the same way, suddenly that time of trying to move on feels foolish, suddenly he's back in hell trying to find where he remembered wrong. And of course he'd understand the denial and repression, but while part of him would be wanting to immediately be with Charles, another would be scared of starting thins over after moving on, and another would be convinced Charles didn't mean it, that he was just trying to help him. It would hurt, and all that reflects back on Charles too.

In the end I think it would tear the boys’ hearts apart. At least they'd have each other to help out them back together.

[better-with-a-pen]

Friendship bracelets and @falloutboy time 🖤✨

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 1 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

AI-less Whumptober: public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

Whumptober: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.”

CW: kidnapping, torture, camping gone wrong, little shit whumpee

* * * * * * * * Whumpee screeched as they were dragged through the trees, a sound that instantly silenced due to a clammy hand clamping over their mouth and pinning them violently to someone’s chest. Someone taller than them, someone stronger than them. They kicked and cried out, heart racing in their chest so fast it could’ve burst out entirely.

“Jesus Christ, help me out here!” the voice pinning them yelled out. A flurry of movement. Whumpee couldn’t focus. More people?? “Shut up, you’re just making things worse for yourself!”

Whumpee threw their elbow back, slamming into the soft flesh of the assailant's stomach, and the assailant cried out, their grip faltering just enough for Whumpee to stomp on their knee, causing a worrying crinkly-crunch and a drawn out screech of pain not dissimilar to their own first cry.

Then the deathgrip faltered, and they stumbled out of their hold, and they RAN–

The force of another immovable body slammed into them and tackled them to the itchy pine straw and brush-covered ground. All the air violently expelled from their lungs, and for just a moment, they couldn’t breathe. They forgot how, something was blocking it, the bodies and the heat and the movement and the pain they were trapped in on all sides they were lost THEY WERE TRAPPED THEY COULDN’T MOVE THEIR LIMBS HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP–!!

Glorious fresh air suddenly filled their lungs! They were alive! They were okay! Only then did they realize that the glorious life-saving air wasn’t glorious fresh air at all, but hot and sticky and hard to breath because it was filtered through the thick pine straw underbrush that their face was smashed into–

AUGH THEIR ARM–!!

Stabbing needles of pain shot up and down their shoulder and it was wrenched violently behind their back and pinned in between their shoulder blades, half a breath away from fully dislocating and much too hopelessly pinned and tangled to even dream of struggling to get it loose.

They cried out, a whining sort of cry that matched the staccato tempo of their racing heart. “OW OW OW OWOWOWowowowowow STOP STOP STOP PLEASE, you’re hurting me let go please–!”

Tears instictually and wholly nocensunsuall filled their eyes and they kicked their feet wildly, more out of primal instinct than any hope to escape. The struggling hurt so much, yet they struggled and screamed and fought nonetheless.

Suddenly the grip on their arm loosened, just slightly, just so, just enough to that it didn’t hurt as much but it was still hopelessly trapped in the iron grip forcing it there.

They stopped screaming, took in a large breath they hadn’t realized they so desperately needed, and then suddenly everything felt just a little bit clearer.

But it still fucking hurt!

“Let me go!” they demanded, tearful whine forcing its way through their voice. When had they started crying?

The presence that weighted down their body– was someone sitting on them?? No wonder they couldn’t move. Or breath…– shifted slightly, and whumpee saw a face barely enter their periphery.

“Let me GO! Get off!! Let me–!” Their arm tweaked back and whumpee screamed again.

“Shut up.” The attacker sitting on them finally spoke. “Last chance, or I’ll make you scream until your voice box explodes, got it??”

Their arm was released once more, and they felt their whole body untense as the pain fell away. Mostly. They clutched at the ground with their free arm and pressed their face into the pine straw. Trying and failing to hold back the sobbing whimpers that escaped their throat.

“Fi-i-i-ine.” They growled, voice sharp and fragile as broken glass.

A hand from behind them roughly grabbed the neck under their chin and wrenched their head up to look forward, eliciting another groaning squeal from the victim.

They found themselves staring right into the cold dead eyes of the other person who attacked them.

Their eyes widened, breath running ragged through their constricted windpipe.

Shit.

Ohhhhhh shit shit shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit no no no please FUCK. Whumpee recognised them.

“This the right one?” The voice on top of them panted.

The face in front of them smiled. No, they smirked. And nodded. “Yup. This is the little fucker,” they chuckled, disgusting breath misting whumpee’s face. “We’ll show you to steal from other’s campsites, won’t we, li’l buddy?”

“My family will come looking for me!” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s dirt-smeared lips before they had a chance to think. “They probably already are, they’re getting suspicious right now because I’ve been gone too long and they’ll ask all the campsites around and they’ll make a search party and–!”

Another arm tweak, another scream, another face shove into the ground, another exhausting tensing of muscle under the weight of the person holding them down.

“Well.” They felt the iron-cold grip of the first assailant on their arm, crooking their arm back in ways an arm should never bend, just like the first. They screamed even louder, a hand slapped over their mouth, tears over the hand, barely enough presence of mind to even struggle as the combined force on their arms lifted them off the ground and they struggled and screamed and kicked and cried against the hold gagging them like a wild animal caught in a trap and fighting for it’s life. They barely felt their feet touch the ground, barely noticed as they were marched forward through the trees, further and further from their family, their friends, anyone who might’ve actually been able to hear their screams.

“Guess we should get busy. Race against time Will they find us? Or will they find you broken on the forest floor?”

* * * * * * * *

Father jumped at the sound that pierced high above the trees. Distant, barely audible, yet it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“What was that?” he commented. His voice rang with equal parts disgust and concern.

Mother looked equally as frightened. “A… A wolf howl maybe?”

“It sounded like a scream,” Sister said nonchalantly as she poked at the raging fire protecting them from the inky blackness of the freezing night.

Wind whistled through the trees.

“Or. Y’know. The wind.”

“Have any of you seen Whumpee lately?” Father asked. “I don’t see them.”

“They uh…" Sister voice dropped low, suddenly sensing an new urgency. They went to the bathroom last I saw.”

“That was hours ago!” Mother cried.

“Well I haven’t seen them since then!”

“Neither have I!”

"Or me!"

Father’s chest heaved, eyes wide, shaking nearly as much as the trees above them shook in the icy wind. “So… So… Where..?!”

The family’s gaze went from one another, ghost white to ghost white to ghost white.

Not a single breath among them.

Another distant scream.

Or wolf howl. 

Or maybe just a whistling of the trees.

* * * * * * * *

Taglist: @whumperofworlds

(If you'd like to be added or subtracted from the taglist just let me know!)

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji has helped me in so many ways. I will forever be grateful for the creation of this character. He quite literally means the world to me right now.

(TW: ED/Depression/Suicide attempt mention)

I've always struggled with food. Well, not always. But at the end of middle school (more or less. Give or take. Age 12/13) I became obsessed with what I ate. I still don't know exactly how it started, but I think it has always been a mix of my need to control my life when it's crumbling down and the necessity to look skinny (both things are my mother's fault, mostly. And also lots of things going on at the moment). So I started skipping meals constantly and throwing away food and throwing up. Not gonna get into details, but it ruined my life without anybody knowing until a huge depressive episode came and then I tried to off myself, yadda yadda yadda. Then I just stopped eating food and my meals every day were basically a monster and gum and maybe a piece of fruit. I couldn't even drink milk without crying. Then it got a bit better. Then a bit worse. It wasn't very consistent. And then I started doing exercise but that only made me even more obsessed with calorie intake and healthy food and I still can't drink milk or bread without at least feeling awful about it.

And then I watched One Piece.

I know it sounds extremely silly and dumb, but it has helped me in so many ways. I'm not gonna get into all the things it has done for me, because then I'd have to talk about Robin, Nami, Luffy, Pudding and Buggy which are, like, the characters that have helped me the most next to Sanji, and I would not finish this post.

But Sanji is just so, so important to me.

He speaks about food with such passion. His whole thing about not wasting food literally comes from an experience of starvation and because of the sacrifice his father made for him. He keeps saying he refuses to let people go hungry, no matter what. That we all deserve to eat. He relates food to love and cooking is his whole life. It kind of started as a joke when my brother said "nooo, now you can't waste food because Sanji would be sad" and I- That day I literally ate wayyy more than usual with that thought in mind. And I didn't feel bad afterward for once. And he's just- He just makes me feel so comfortable around food. Which is the normal amount of comfort somebody should have and sometimes it's not even that, but it helps. It helps so much.

Then his whole thing with Germa and the Vinsmokes. It killed me. My relationship with my mother is, uh, you can call it complicated but I fucking hate her so. Yeah. And Sanji's story about rejecting his blood relatives and finding better people who will love him hit so close to home. Him being different. Weak. More emotional. A good person. Sanji refusing to use the name Vinsmoke. It's my whole life. Sanji self-sabotaging himself all the time and constantly sacrificing himself, too? I just can't do it, man, he means the world to me. And then Wano happens and he turns out to have the same body as his siblings but he's still himself. He's still Sanji no matter how much in common he has with the Vinsmokes. And as somebody who's constantly dealing with people telling them that they look like their mom? I fucking love it. I know I look like her and I even act like her sometimes but that doesn't mean I am her. And it doesn't mean she deserves to be part of my family, because she isn't and I can't wait to get rid of her in my life.

It's not only food and family, though. Sanji has helped me accept myself in so many ways too. In the way I perceive others and in the way I act. He has helped me eat. He has helped me realize you don't have to consider your blood relatives family if you don't love them. He has helped me see that my kindness is a strength and not a weak spot.

Not to mention that his whole thing with gender and sexuality, how the fandom portrays him, and how I personally write him has been of so much help in understanding myself. I recently discovered I was a lesbian, and also being genderfluid I just- I just love Sanji so much I be projecting my gender issues and internalized stuff with comphet on him. And let me tell you, it helps.

This whole thing is just something short and sweet I wanted to say because media affects people. In the best of ways. One Piece in general has saved my life in many ways, but Sanji in particular is still helping me every day.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I think we should talk more about how no teenager should have the amount of power that Dazai had at 16.

I think it’s worth mentioning that being given that much power over others that young might’ve fucked him up a little.

[queenerdloser]

so thinking back i haven't reread the captive prince trilogy since kings rising came out. which is wild bc it's one of my favorite series in the universe BUT also tracks bc when it exists in a subsect of my books where i know if i read it my entire personality will be subsumed. but i'm rereading them now now and my GOD what a delight. i devoured the first two in a day and remembered exactly why they were so so so so good. and i've saving kings rising bc that one changed my brain chemistry when it came out, i've never read such a tightly done, masterfully paced final book in a series to match it.

[nightfal1n]

Reno's ride-or-die policy toward Kafka is outstanding but there's something about Kafka letting the boy 14 years younger than him scolds, drop kicks, handchops etc. on him without getting angry even once. Even when Reno's "don't transform senpai" reached its stupidity peak during the raid on Tachikawa base you'd think Kafka will yell back at him at least once but instead, he just keep his reason in his mind and go ahead. Especially when compared side-by-side with how Iharu reacts to Reno being Reno most of the times.

The same goes to his attitude toward Kikoru when she's in need of help. He don't even smirk or telling her to act better around him. He just help her, encourage her, and telling her she shouldn't be too reckless. Yes he allow himself to goof around, stealthy transforming to get the car back up just to look cool. But when it's really matter, he'll stand to protect her and demand nothing.

It's easy to feel offended, to want to getting back at someone for talking down on you. But Kafka with his life experience understand very well that Reno (being a kid) is just worried, and Kikoru (also being a kid) just want some kind of approval. Kafka might not meet all categories of what social expect from a grown adult (not many does), sometimes he just flat out a manchild but he's definitely not a teenager in adult body by any means.

[cozywriter]

After two coffees and several breakdowns, I finally have my BVZ OC!

And because I don’t want to torture you guys with my horrid handwriting, all her info is typed here!

FULL NAME: “Yume Fujiwara”

PREFERRED NAME: “Yume”

NICKNAMES: “Yu” and “Mei Mei”

TITLES AND ALIASES: “The Book Keeper” and “Ms. Dazai”

PRONOUNS: She/Her

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 10 Years Old

MENTAL AGE: 24 Years Old

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Asexual

RACE: Poppet

Poppets are mechanical dolls that are designed and manufactured by Puppeteers — people who are licensed to design and create Poppets — who are commissioned by clients to create them for any purpose. Because of this, Poppets can pretty much look, act and sound like anything. However, a dead giveaway are their ball-joints located behind their elbows, wrists, fingers, where their pelvis meets their thighs, behind their knees, ankles and toes. As creations, a Poppet’s personality depends on their programming, however in extremely rare cases, Poppets have been known to break from their pre-programmed self and become sentient. In simpler terms, although extremely unlikely, it is possible for a Poppet to become their own person despite their former programming

ORIGIN: Victoria

BIRTHDAY: Unknown

OCCUPATION: Informant/Bounty Hunter

HEIGHT: 5’1”

WEIGHT: 153 lbs

PERSONALITY: Adventurous, Loyal, Optimistic, Kind, Empathetic, Stubborn at times, Childish, Forgetful and Clumsy

POWERS: Yume has the ability to eject solid steel strings from her fingertips, which she then uses like whips during combat, tools in traversing harsh terrain and sometimes uses them to pick locks when necessary. When she’s especially irritated, she uses her strings to control her opponent by wrapping them around their wrists, knees and feet and make them off themselves. However at the same time, she also uses them to assist in her everyday life, such as using them to grab objects from across the room. All in all, her ability is very versatile, but their maximum length is only 20 feet long.

BACKSTORY: Commissioned by the Mafia, Yume was designed to be one of the first Poppets the organization would utilize to dispatch their targets or anyone who dared cross one of their own. However, after a failed assassination attempt on a high ranking Government Member of Empirica, the Mafia had left her for dead and resorted to using a protocol that forcibly shut her systems down, resulting in her memory banks being wiped. Two months later, she wakes up in a junkyard of some kind due to a lightning strike kickstarting her once more. With no clue who or what she was, she wandered and wandered until she found Sensei’s Temple, in which she trained and studied under him. She continued living her life never knowing of her past and eventually breaks from her programming and developed as her own person with Sensei’s guidance. Later on, she even comes to think of him as a father of some sorts and develops his taste in literature. Fast forward to five years later and she now owns a quaint bookstore, aptly named “Doll House” and makes a living by selling books, information on anyone people pay her to tail and a few bounties here and there.

EXTRAS:

She often forgets the keys to her bookstore at home, so she resorts to lock picking most of the time

the official time line of events is supposed to go something like this: Mafia (2 Years) -> Training with Sensei (5 Years) -> Opens her bookstore -> (1 Year) -> Starts her Bounty Hunting Career (Onwards)

before she broke from her programming, she was aloof, insensitive and lacked empathy. However, after an incident involving a lone, stray pup and one lengthy talk about responsibility from Sensei, she cried for the first time, mumbling about how it was just missing its mama and wanting a home. So with great hesitancy, Sensei let her keep the pup… Until it ran away the next day and Yume was inconsolable for about a week.

since coming to Sensei’s Temple, he had given her a new name based off of a character in one of his novels. “Yume” meaning “Dream” and “Fujiwara” meaning “Wisteria Field”. Her true name from her time in the Mafia remains unknown.

She dislikes modding her own body despite knowing how to

She does best in melee combat even without her strings.

She has a soft spot for children and baby animals, to the point she almost cries in happiness at anything they do.

She likes anything sweet but dislikes anything sour

on the same note, she prefers cold drinks over hot ones, but dislikes cold meals and prefers when they’re piping hot.

She doesn’t know that Sensei had died

She dislikes the zombie outbreak since they drive away her usual customers, but it has given her the time and opportunity to continue reading her own books, so she’s thankful for it to an extent.

[hplonesomeart]

You know I had to do my own rendition of this eventually. It’s just too good to pass up :))

Attached is just the still image version (not gif) and then some behind-the-scenes initial sketch without puzzle pattern. Also the car had a nose for some reason…glad that I went back to the actual reference material to change it because the Puzzlemobile ain’t got one <<

[rebornofstars]

Hey! How do you feel sepfember is going? I've enjoyed seeing all the lovely art and writings. Hope you're doing well!

luna!! hi!! thank you for the ask 💞

sepfember is going more brilliantly than i ever could have hoped. it's been absolutely wonderful seeing people coming together to create things! i've been trying my best to express my joy in the tags of my reblogs, but i'm not sure anything ever could! it's been truly wonderful. i have loved every minute of it so far - writing the prompt drabbles every day, and checking the tag for other people's work to reblog, and sniffing out beautiful art for the queue... a couple of times people have pinged me on the LU discord too, to show me sepfember art, and it entirely melted my heart. and i can't tell if it's coincidence but i'm seeing more sepfember-unrelated/untagged female focused art on my dash too!

in a franchise that caters a great deal to male gamers (and in my own linked universe bubble where all of our main characters are men), my only wish for this event was to balance the scales just a little - create a little bit of brainspace in our minds for the women. show more people who they are and what their names are and what they do! spare a moment to wonder about their goals and motives and characterisation. because they do exist! there are more women in this franchise than even i thought before this event! and i think they're worth celebrating, don't you?

[pianapplez]

Hello there 👋👀,

So I just found your blog and had a lot of fun scrolling through all the pjo show crit😂 I couldn't help but notice that one tag you left on a post where you said you had some beef with Annabeth's portrayal in the books 👀 Would you mind elaborating on that if you're comfortable with it🙈? Because I absolutely share that sentiment, but it's sooo veeeery rare that I see other people express anything like it... I've found that trying to be a part of the fandom can be pretty alienating most of the time, if you're not exactly the biggest most devoted Percabeth shipper...😅 And often any criticism leveled at Annabeth just gets you a smack with the "internalized-misogyny" hammer... it's even worse in the tv show now due to... obvious reasons...

Again just if you're comfortable with answering of course🙈 There is a reason I stayed on anon after all...😅😂

Really glad you asked because i finally get to ramble about this heheheh (going forward, know that i skimmed over The Last Olympian to have a clearer sense of what I meant because that's the book where Rick fumbles her character more than the others)

i'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible but short answer would be, she's underdeveloped. Long answer:

She really got on my nerves in the last two books, with the whole Rachel debacle and then the Battle of New York. I can't really remember a single moment in those books where she and Percy aren't bickering or having heated discussions, which really made me question their friendship status. Of course, it's not like friends can't fight and it obviously builds up the (romantic) tension between them, but it got unbearable at one point.

I understand she's a teenager in an incredibly stressful situation that didn't even get to have a normal upbringing- she grew up way too fast (run away at 7, head counselor at 12) while also not really maturing, which is not a problem for a character, if it is handled properly. Given the fact that I am writing this, Riordan did not.

On the surface, my biggest beef is that Annabeth is not exactly held accountable for her actions (ie. treating Rachel a bit like shit and going off on Percy for a bunch of stuff.) I know Percy is to blame a bit here: as far as we know, in TLO he basically cuts the greek world out of his life as much as he can as a coping mechanism. And while yes, he never apologizes either, he doesn't give her nearly half the hard time she gives him: always either giving him the cold shoulder (there must be at least one example of this in the entire series but i cant be bothered to look it up sorry) or starting an argument only to then storm off (see the "you're a coward, Percy Jackson!" scene, which is not the fairest example since she was confronting Percy about ignoring camp but also was a bit too harsh about it) (especially after finally reading the prophecy and being under the impression that he was absolutely going to die when he turned 16 lmao) or just straight up storming off (see, Annabeth reacting when Rachel shows up for the first time during the battle of new york). While most of these feel, at least to some degree, fairly justified given how the entire situation does an absolute number on her emotions, she comes off a bit brattish and like she's trying to rile Percy up, especially when it comes to Rachel, which in the context of a battle that could mean the destruction of the world.... Well, it reads as a bit childish to me, and i wouldn't exactly have that much of a problem with it if it was dealt with in some way (a two-way apology would be nice).

After that first impression, i realized that Annabeth is barely ever anything else other than a plot device (when relating to Luke) or a love interest (when relating to Percy). This might be because the books are on Percy's POV. Hell, on the third book he's even conflicted when Annabeth is considering joining the Hunters of Artemis, aka, when making a choice for herself would mean he loses her (which is fine and dandy but it feels like Percy is more upset about her choosing her own path rather than being sad about not seeing her as often); we really only get a few glimpses of her, as in, actually her when she's on her own.

Obviously it's impossible to talk about Annabeth without touching on percabeth, which also is, in my opinion, what hinders Annabeth's character the most. On paper they sound great. The guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty falls in love with a girl whose been let down by people over and over, and she decides to never give up on the boy whose always had people give up on him (can't find one of the million posts that talks about this right now but it always goes something like that) And yeah, the bickering is really well written! But that's literally as far as it ever goes: they don't ever seem to have fun together, because 8 times out of 10 the bickering ends up being passive aggressive, and mostly done by Annabeth. My biggest gripe about percabeth is that their friendship seems to be based off... shared trauma. Literally. Other than going on quests together we are given no examples of them hanging out, nor a reason why they would want to spend time together in the first place, not even a shared hobby. Yes, in the fourth book they had a movie "date" planned but of course they didn't even get to it, and surprise surprise, they had a minor discussion, and surprise surprise, Annabeth was passive aggressive again. It's hard to picture them having fun together when even the author doesn't write in any scenes in which they get along smoothly (and before you say anything, a scene in which they get along where neither of them is about to die, and they're not talking about previous adventures. Gets a bit hard then, doesn't it?) It's even harder to picture them as a couple when the moment she gets upset about something, she starts coming off as emotionally manipulative (see, again, literally any conversation with Rachel or about Rachel)

To be fair, the books are relatively short and don't allow many "filler" chapters, if you will; there's always something happening to keep the main plot or a minor plot point moving forward, but it's not like there is no room to develop the characters' relationships, especially when we're talking about the main char and what is essentially his endgame. As an example we have Percy and Clarisse, or Percy and Beckendorf. Their interactions are brief but still hold so much weight.

Worst of all, Annabeth could be one hell of a character; what's most interesting of all is how being a daughter of Athena she is still incredibly emotionally driven, which is displayed very clearly with her fatal flaw being pride: her telling the Sphynx that her questions were too easy was not smart nor strategic: it was completely impulsive. I seriously think she wasn't far from being the best character in the series had she been given more time.

I guess i have as much beef with Annabeth as i have with Rick for doing her dirty. I really could sum this up with: while her emotions are justified, she acts upon them quite poorly. And this is what i mean when i say she's underdeveloped, because it would've been nice to see her come to her senses a bit.

Would love to read anyone's opinions on her character though, feel free to comment, even (or especially) if you don't agree with me!

[theswordwizard]

screenshotting for use instead of forcing them to see hella tags but as someone who has a constant background of narration around special interests going on in their head which eventually will start to run out of "canon compliant" possibilities and start experimenting with crossovers: this is why I struggled for a bit to do a coherent plotty crossover between daredevil and nbc's hannibal. this is another rambling "for me and literally two other people with my interests and way too interested in meta-compliancy" post:

basically: daredevil and nbc's hannibal have conflicting main themes in ways where they don't as easily synthesize into a new coherent theme. nbc hannibal basically amounts to: what does it take for a person to become a 'monster,' or otherwise transform into a version of themselves that would be a terrifying stranger to them previously. and it sort of frames it as... not necessarily a power fantasy, but it frames trauma as something powerfully transformative. you become a version of yourself that can survive/thrive/take control in the hell you've ended up in. you will surprise yourself what you are capable of doing when it's your only option. but at the same time, its a sort of "succumbing" to your situation.

daredevil is almost antithetical to this. matt's whole thing can kinda be summed up as "even after everything, it's still you." you can go through any amount of trauma and still be able to recognize yourself after. you can stick to your principles even when pushed to the limit and come out alive, and being able to do so is important. he IS his principles, and even though he constantly falls short of himself, his struggle is a definitive trait of his. whenever he starts to abandon his principles is always tied to him losing his sense of self.

he cannot win (in the long run) if he abandons who he is, even if it's only an internal struggle. it's especially prevalent in the comics where basically whenever he abandons his principles he has a bit of a flip-out and tries to abandon "matt murdock" entirely, and then struggles to maintain whatever new identity he takes and has a whole identity crisis/mental breakdown. his strength is his stubbornness and refusal to remain fallen from his standard of self.

so obviously, one of these themes need to bend so far it breaks when put together. put matt in range of the BAU/Hannibal's house and its the big book vs thin book meme. in part because matt's biggest struggles in his narratives are against structural violence and systems (not to mention... the smells...). "there's this one evil guy causing 90% of the problems" is again basically antithetical to matt's narratives, or are at the most just his weakest plots.

ALSO, a lot of the murders in hannibal get treated as combinations of three categories (by Hannibal, who I would say has the most Thematic Influence over the show): 1) they basically deserved it and they were better off being dead in whatever form than alive (mason, mischa's killer), 2) what the killer gained from their death was more important than their life (sorta the case of melissa, her death being the photo negative so will could understand the ripper), 3) their death was important to the killed person, they were only able to ascend or transcend something in their death (many of the ripper victims and general murder victims.)

Basically "agreeing" with Hannibal, or adopting his viewpoint, (or basically being 'seduced' by the story) requires viewing deaths in those three ways. It requires a sort of dissociation with the reality of a person dying in any practical matter. any death becomes metaphor and symbolic, and the symbol is more important than the ending of life, it transcends it. this also doesn't rock with matt's themes.

even if you go serial killer AU matt's relationship with violence, and the temptation of committing murder, is based around practicality. it's that killing would technically be the most efficient way of stopping someone from hurting other people ever again. it's how he could cut through the red tape and financial security that protects fisk or fisk's stand-in, the way they've manipulated systems of supposed justice to hurt people (and specifically innocents), and just end it for good. obv in cases where that does happen (by his hand or others) it again leans into the fact that there is no single bogeyman that can be killed to stop evil or whatever. if fisk dies, there is a replacement to that power vacuum, if matt steps into that role to try and control it, he fails miserably.

hannibal approaches the seduction of murder with: and it's actually awesome? while daredevil approaches it with: it won't actually help you, and it won't fix anything. you will only destroy yourself. both of the (shows at least) fixations on catholicism also have parallel approaches with hannibal encouraging you to become your own god and daredevil reminding you that you aren't. will is basically betrayed by his friends and community while matt is consistently supported by his.

ultimately, nbc hannibal is very metaphorical and artsy and pretentious (i say lovingly) while daredevil is like. How Would Superpowers Effect The Local Law Economy.

[jichanxo]

sooooo... *twirls her hair* how many asks should i send until kuwagami art. jk as well. the real question will be: does it happen often that someone else’s art inspires you? in fandom spaces specifically

well you see it’s like a loyalty card program, every 10 asks or so you get a complimentary kuwagami

just kidding you can just breathe in my direction and I’ll be tempted to draw them. kuwagami blast! (you've caught me on a... just okay art day lol)

(people still like kabedons, right?)

anyway for my actual answer: in terms of direct inspiration, it doesn't really happen much? the last two times i did art directly based on someone else's work is probably this one from this fic, and also that time i drew art of someone else's judgment au. oh! and there's that moriohpsycho art based on this comic! (filthyguts' work is so very. hgngngghh. very good.) nothing else really comes to mind, and when i think of the other things i've been into recently there hasn't been as much opportunity for that to happen...

flex and herds = strong fixation but lmao. almost nobody else made stuff about them. nobody is surprised umineko = surprisingly i don't read much umineko fanfiction? and in terms of illustration, i certainly picked up imagery and indirect inspiration but nothing concrete enough for me to give an example... now that i think about it, i did once draw andromalius from redaction/sunny, but that was years ago, and also mostly because i was acquainted with the writer. ...i don't have that artwork on hand right now death note = didn't really get involved with the fandom + i enjoyed my own ideas well enough! ...i can't recall if i drew long-hair-L art before or after seeing other artists do it. and as for everything else the same kind of reasoning applies. didn't really get involved with the fandom or wasn't really compelled to make art in response to stuff i saw, or i just don't remember anymore.

buuuuuuut if we're opening this up to just... pulling ideas from other people? then yeah, all the time, though that kind of goes without saying when you have a creative hobby. ...it's probably going to be hard to come up with examples of this since it's more ambiguous.

there's uhhhhhh... kuwana listens to nickelback which was a @/four-white-trees invention, wasn't it? (EDIT: and @/overdevelopedglasses!) (not tagging in this post so he doesn't feel obligated to read my big ass ask responses 💀) as of writing this, it's not posted but i did end up making kuwagami art based on a nickelback song so. yknow. there's that LMAO

for sawashiro and arakawa, i do sometimes go reference @/todayisafridaynight 's art to help me with my own. ("how did he draw this part of the suit? oh, like that huh? hmm" <- this kind of thing)

and um. i'm not trying to pander to you (at least not this time), but genuinely it's one of the few examples that come to mind at this moment. but when i was writing my first kuwagami fic, i could feel the influence of the ever-changing on my brain... was turning over some of your ideas there...

you remember this? (you even pointed it out in your comment on my fic, and i should've said something then, but whatever i'm saying it now)

that was absolutely because of this

(obligatory poke at anybody else reading this post that you can read passthroughtime's fic here.)

so, um. yeah. not really sure what else to add to that. pretty self evident i think. (i'm always talking about the ever-changing but i don't think i can overstate the impression it left on me at the time)

anyhow there aren't really any other examples off the top of my head! these are all recent examples so they're not so difficult to recall, but there are probably others i've forgotten...

[thatsrightice]

They’re inaccurate, trust me I know. But the medals the aviators in Top Gun wear are cool and have meanings and map out a person’s military career.

Many caught my eye, but one in particular had me thinking, the Humanitarian Service Medal. In my research I found a table of approved operations for the HSM award put together by the government. That means he would have had to participate in and assist in one of the operations on the list. On the list I searched for one that caught my eye from the late 70s to early 80s, prior to Top Gun where Iceman and the others are seen wearing them, and one stood out.

Hurricane Iwa Relief 1982 (Hawai’i, US)

Hurricane Iwa was one of if not the worst hurricane Hawai’i had experienced up to that point in terms of damage. It also happened to be the “first hurricane to hit Hawaii in 23 years” according to The New York Times.

It was the final storm of hurricane season, occurring just before Thanksgiving on November 25, 1982 with winds of up to 110 mph. There were widespread power outages across several of the islands and very few structures had flashlights or candles, let alone backup generators.

Ignoring the timeline of their careers in terms of specific years because it doesn't make sense to begin with, I'm picturing Iceman, Cougar, Goose, and Slider at the Academy or Flight School having just seen the news of the hurricane on the TV in a common space. Ice is in total shock because he and many others he grew up with all believed the islands couldn't be touched by hurricanes. There certainly hadn't been any hurricanes while he'd lived there and there hadn’t been any ever longer before then. Hawai'i was the one place that felt like home and Ice was watching his home be destroyed by Hurricane Iwa.

He decided right then and there that he had to do something, and because all of staff liked him he was able to get the day before Thanksgiving off. But his friends knew that Hawai’i was important to him, maybe not aware of just how important but they knew it was the only place he talked about fondly, the only place he’d share memories and stories from with a smile.

He never asked for them to come with him and miss their own Thanksgivings but they had hearts of gold. Nick volunteered first, his caring soul had seemingly infinite amount of kindness and compassion for helping others. Bill and Tom were close, like brothers, so of course Bill was going to go with. And Ron shared a bond with Tom, knowing how important it was to have a stable home.

And so they all flew out to the west coast and caught a ride to the island on a seaplane Tom’s friend typically used to fly around tourists but was now using to bring much needed supplies to those who need it. It now made sense why Tom had experience flying seaplanes. They met up with some of his old friends and helped out where they could, reuniting people who had been separated from their loved ones, delivering supplies, etc.

They couldn’t fix everything in those couple of days, the residents would be clearing debris for months following, but Tom would never forget all that they had done for him that week. And despite the devastating nature of the event, that Thanksgiving would go down as one of Tom’s favorites, surrounded by friends and friends he considered closer than family.