#They don't talk about ships but you know this is about

[trekbec82]

In Australia we rarely use sir/ma'am for anything other than sarcasm, so when I worked in retail and had US tourists come through it was a bit surreal. Especially when it was a US Navy ship in dock for training exercises with our guys, so I'd get dozens of them for a few days at a time, and every single one of them calling me ma'am. (I have a soft spot for the Navy guys though, they were honestly fantastic customers, 10/10 would recommend.)

Getting back to language though, Australia is very nuanced, and as a native to Australian English it can be hard to pick up on unless you're specifically looking. We tend to be pretty laid back, but mostly we do also know that you don't talk to the bank manager about your mortgage the same way you'd talk to your best mate about a party on the weekend... Unless your best mate is also the bank manager, which happens sometimes.

I'm so fascinated by languages with different levels of formality built in because it immediately introduces such complex social dynamics. The social distance between people is palpable when it's built right into the language, in a way it's not really palpable in English.

So for example. I speak Spanish, and i was taught to address everyone formally unless specifically invited otherwise. People explained to me that "usted" was formal, for use with strangers, bosses, and other people you respect or are distant from, while "tú" is used most often between family and good friends.

That's pretty straightforward, but it gets interesting when you see people using "tú" as a form of address for flirting with strangers, or for picking a fight or intimidating someone. In other languages I've sometimes heard people switch to formal address with partners, friends or family to show when they are upset. That's just so interesting! You're indicating social and emotional space and hierarchy just in the words you choose to address the other person as "you"!!

Not to mention the "what form of address should I use for you...?" conversation which, idk how other people feel about it, but to me it always felt awkward as heck, like a DTR but with someone you're only just becoming comfortable with. "You can use tú with me" always felt... Weirdly intimate? Like, i am comfortable around you, i consider you a friend. Like what a vulnerable thing to say to a person. (That's probably also just a function of how i was strictly told to use formal address when i was learning. Maybe others don't feel so weird about it?)

And if you aren't going to have a conversation about it and you're just going to switch, how do you know when? If you switch too soon it might feel overly familiar and pushy but if you don't switch soon enough you might seem cold??? It's so interesting.

Anyway. As an English-speaking American (even if i can speak a bit of Spanish), i feel like i just don't have a sense for social distance and hierarchy, really, simply because there isn't really language for it in my mother tongue. The fact that others can be keenly aware of that all the time just because they have words to describe it blows my mind!

[kittyminion]

spoiled rotten bodyguard!sevika x spoiled!f!reader

-explicit 18+, smut, dom/sub sex, reader is a bit annoying, modern au, reader teases sevika -you're spoiled rotten, but sevika makes you sweet again. -word count: 2.2k

Your father had hired Sevika a few months ago, found her guarding the shipping ports in your city and said she was just so good at her job, good enough to protect his sweet, innocent daughter.

But, little did he know, every single night, like clockwork, you snuck out. Sometimes it was to your friends' houses, or bars, nightclubs, or even just a restaurant, just for a bit of freedom.

You were well over legal age, but your father still treated you like a child, and you hated it. It was even worse now that Sevika was at your heel every second of the day.

You ate breakfast with her a few feet away, when your mother asked you to get groceries from the store, Sevika would drive you there, despite you having your own license and car.

But, you could admit that you were entirely independent. You didn't have a job, your parents paid for everything you had, and you were extremely sheltered and privileged. It seemed like Sevika resented you for that, especially when you complained about dumb things.

Like now, you were at home, talking to your father about a trip you wanted to go on with your friends.

"It's just for a few days, Dad! Just to the lake and back, nothing crazy." Sevika was standing outside your father's office, but you know she heard every word that was said, which made it all the more embarrassing.

Although you were very used to her presence by now, you still became embarrassed when you had to beg your father to do anything.

"No, and that's final. I don't want you getting hurt or kidnapped just because you wanted to go on a trip with your friends." He continued typing away on his computer and you rolled your eyes, standing up with a huff, "you don't let me do anything! You might as well lock me up in this stupid house!"

Your father ignored your tantrum, calling out for Sevika and you ignored their hushed talks, knowing it was all about you and keeping a keen eye on you.

You tried your hardest to lose Sevika on your way to your bedroom, but it was no luck, because she was right on your tail, wearing that damned all black uniform, her hair cropped short and those gray eyes bored but attentive.

You rarely talked to her, unless it was about simple things like you going to take a shower or her relaying something your father said. Often times, you'd ignore her completely, but she didn't seem to mind, completely focused on doing her job.

Sevika stood by your bedroom door, scrolling on her phone endlessly, her eyes lifting to glance at you every once in a while. You were gathering your clothes inside a small suitcase, muttering things to yourself about your father and all the endless rules he had for you.

You knew Sevika was aware of your packing, but you didn't care, you needed to get out of the fucking mansion ASAP.

Just as you zipped the suitcase up and placed it by the door, Sevika immediately grabbed it and placed it on the bed, continuing to unzip it and remove all the clothes you just put inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spat, ripping the clothes from her hands to throw them back inside and Sevika stared at you with a glare, "if you think you're going anywhere, then you're wrong."

"And who are you to stop me?" You questioned, rolling your eyes at her, trying to pull the suitcase away from her, but her grip was too strong and you realized how muscular she was as she removed your fingers from it easily and tossed it off the bed, all your clothes tangled into a messy ball on your bed.

"Your father said you aren't going, so you're not." Sevika grabbed all your clothes and threw them inside your walk-in closet, her lips screwing up in frustration as you pushed passed her, your hip bumping into her thigh, but she barely moved.

"I don't give a fuck what he said! He's a terrible father for keeping me locked up in this house!" You shouted, spinning around to meet Sevika's eyes, but she just laughed in your face.

It was a hearty laugh, her head thrown back, hand against her belly while she gasped for breath. As she wheezed at you, you shook your head, forgetting all about your clothes to watch her.

She'd never shown this amount of emotion before, so you were honestly fascinated, but then she opened her mouth.

"You are a spoilt brat, you know that? You live in this huge fucking mansion, drive a multi-million dollar car, all your friends have celebrities for parents, and you've never worked a day in your fucking life, but you complain because your father won't let you travel five hours away to a fucking lake when you have a huge fucking pool in your backyard? Fucking pathetic." She walked away and you stood there, your jaw slacked open in shock.

No one had ever spoken to you that way.

"You can't talk to me like that!" You shouted, chasing after her, and Sevika snorted, sitting at your vanity and picking up your makeup bag, "all of this costs more than my fucking rent."

"Do you hear me talking to you, Sevika? You work for me and I won't let you disrespect me like that!" Sevika froze at your words, dropping your makeup bag on your vanity as she spun towards you, a humorless smile rising on her face as she stood.

She easily towered over you, her eyes staring down into yours as she pressed her body against yours. "I don't work for you, princess. I work for your father, and if you speak to me disrespectfully again," Sevika reached up to grip your jaw, leaning closer, her minty breath flowing against your face.

"I'll put you in your place. Understand?" She asked, pouting playfully as tears welled up in your eyes, but she didn't care, continuing to grip your jaw and await your answer.

Sevika shook your face gently, cooing as a tear rolled down your cheek, "Understand?" She repeated and you finally nodded, pushing yourself away from her as you rushed into your bathroom and slammed the door shut behind yourself.

As you stared at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks red and hot, your belly fluttering with butterflies, and your panties soaked with the evidence of your pleasure.

You braced yourself against the counter, staring down at your chest, your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt and you reached up to your boob, twisting your nipple, a sharp moan exiting your lips as you dragged your hand down your body and reached into your panties.

You were surprised at the way you felt. Sevika had completely dominated you within a single second, but all you could feel was pleasure and the hope of something more with her, but of course that wouldn't happen.

Right?

Your hand paused right before you pressed a finger against your clit, and you let out a frustrated huff, shaking your head and inhaling deeply.

"Fuck her."

𐙚

The next morning, your father was gone for a small business trip to another state, which left you alone (with Sevika) inside the house. Of course, your father had told her to keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you didn't leave and go off on your trip with your friends, which you were still trying to sneak off to.

But, as soon as you woke up the next morning to go eat breakfast, Sevika was waiting on you outside your bedroom door, leaning against the wall, a bored look on her face.

You rolled your eyes at her presence, pulling on a pair of slippers as you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. Sevika followed you loosely and sat at the bar in the kitchen, running a lazy hand down her face as you made yourself breakfast.

As you reached up into the cabinet, attempting to grab yourself a fancy glass for your orange juice, Sevika spoke up, "ask for help why don't you?"

She was still sitting at the bar, and you saw her shake her head as you flicked her off, climbing up onto the kitchen counter to grab the glass.

The nightgown you were wearing was a short, silky thing, just barely falling down to your knees, and it was worse when you hopped down from the counter, your lack of bra causing your boobs to bounce, your nipples brushing against the silk of your gown and pebbling into hard mounds.

Sevika, who had been watching you the entire time, seeming to visibly take a breath as you poured your juice, her eyes locked onto your body like a fly on a meal.

You enjoyed the attention, feeling her gaze rack up and down your body, your skin prickling while your ears were hot and red. A small smile rose on your lips when you saw Sevika move in her seat, her hand reaching down to grip her thigh, and once she finally looked away, you promised to yourself that you'd do anything in your power to torture her with your body.

You didn't know how you'd get away with it, but your short nightgown was a successful start.

"Hungry?" You called out to her, placing down your plate of toast and scrambled eggs as you sat down at the bar and sipped your glass of orange juice.

Sevika shook her head, glancing over at you, her attention latching onto your boobs for a second, but then her gray eyes connected with yours and she blushed, realizing that you'd caught her ogling your tits.

"I ate at home." You nodded at her response, standing up once again to grab the remote for the living room TV, but as you were returning to the bar with it, you purposefully dropped it.

"Shit, I'm so clumsy." You said with a giggle, bending over to grab the remote, but you already knew Sevika could see your panties. When you finally grabbed the remote and turned around, Sevika was staring straight ahead, legs crossed and cheeks red.

𐙚

Later on that day, you'd decided to get in the pool. Sevika was sitting on one of the lounge chairs, watching something on her phone while you sat nearby, removing your shorts and untwisting a bottle of sunscreen.

You were wearing a cute green swimsuit, the top just barely covered your breasts while the bottoms were slightly too small and hitched up on your hips.

"Sevika, can you help me put on my sunscreen?" You questioned innocently, a slight smile on your face when she glanced over at you, frowning.

She was silent for a few seconds, eyes struggling to look solely on your face, but when you stood up, walking over to her and moping out a please, she said yes.

"I can see what you're doing." Sevika muttered, watching you lay on the lounge chair, your arms resting under your chin as Sevika squeezed sunscreen onto her hands and rubbed them together.

"What do you mean? I just need a little help."

She scoffed. "just a fucking tease." When her hands finally touched your back, you shivered, a miniscule moan escaping your lips.

Sevika ran her hands up and down your back, rubbing gently, leaning one knee against the chair, pressing against your side.

When she placed her hands against your thighs, rubbing firmly, you felt your heart jump. Within seconds, you'd gone from controller, to controlled, Sevika in charge like she'd never left.

Her hands ran up your thighs to your ass, squeezing and groping as she straddled your back, keeping you in place. "Does that feel good, princess?" You responded with a moan, Sevika's hands grabbing the strap of your swimsuit bottoms and moving it aside to reveal your cunt.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it?" You shook your head, "Sevika, please!"

"Please, what?" She ran a finger up your cunt, then finally removed your bottoms, "please, fuck me."

She listened, spinning around and lifting your legs, her mouth latching onto your cunt with a strong suction, tongue flicking at your cunt so fast that you could barely breathe.

The cool wind outside cooled you down easily, but your skin was moist and sticky with sweat, you ass propped into the air. "Don't stop!" You begged, reaching back to grip onto Sevika's ink black hair.

Your stomach coiled in anticipation and Sevika plunged a finger into your cunt, your arousal soaking her face. "I'm about to come!" You squealed and Sevika chuckled against your cunt, stuffing another finger inside of you.

When you let out a god awful moan, you body convulsing with the evidence of your orgasm, Sevika pulled away, coming around the lounge chair to watch you gasp.

"Gonna tease me again?" She caressed your face, leaning in close to kiss your cheek and you smiled, reaching up and groping her tit. You pulled yourself up and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

"Anytime."

[ajoure]

Guys, girls and non-binary foes, there's one thing I really wanted to ask and talk to you about:

If you want to show me your fanart or just ask something - please, never humiliate yourself in the process. Please, do not put "I'm scared to show it, because it's definitely shitty" or "it has bad *everything*, but look" or anything like this. It kinda hurts, I don't want you to humiliate and underestimate yourself...

You all saying to me that my art is inspiring, that you love it, but have you ever thought what I feel about my art you all like so much? You didn't know this, but I actually hate it. I hate my style, I constantly think I'm not enough, I have to do better, I suck etc. I just never said it because I don't want you to think I'm fishing for attention. Even now I'm saying it NOT for you to come in the comments and start, idk, comforting me. Please don't. It's not the point. I say it for you all to remember, that yeah, I think my art is bad, and yet you look at it and take this as an example, it inspires you, you love it. Do you see?

Whatever you think about yourself - it's not true. It's just your brain being silly. You may think horrible things, and yet there's still people who will like whatever you're creating. There's always room for comfort, for others appreciation, for improving. No one is born Albrecht Dürer or George Orwell.

Don't be so harsh to yourself. I understand what you feel, I really do, but it hurts to see people repeating what I do to myself, and I want you all to know that I fucking LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO. I literally cry at your fanfics, fanarts, messages to me, I read and look at everything multiple times, I save it so I can look at it later, show it to my friends irl, because I'm so happy my art has impacted you at some point, because I'm proud of you.

And I don't care about "bad anatomy", "wrong style", "self shipping", "bad English" etc. I want you to explore yourself. I want you to take different routs, to show your art, to be silly, because at the end it is truly all that matters.

Art is not meant to be perfect. Art is whatever you want to do, whatever you want to create. Whatever you feel.

I hug you all and hope that someday you can accept that your works are actually wonderful, and honestly? You all inspire me to continue my work. Even more, you all are the reason I'm staying sane right now.

Take care, Peace<3

[funpoire]

Adeuceyuu type of trio to :

This is mostly about my yuu but you can use it for your of too. Will you guys interested in some Q/A for my yuu ?

They shared so many clothes with yuu they ended up forgetting what they gave to yuu and what they didn’t

To sneak out to go in ramshackle and have a movie night. Yuu let a window or the door open for them.

Everyone is confused about their relationship. Are they friends? Are they more? Do they know what they are doing is not friendship?

If one person in the trio is missing everyone notices it and gets worried. Did they sacrifice them? Did something happen? No just one of them is sick.

If one person gets sick they will all finish getting sick too. They don’t know personal space.

Go out a lot. The island is big enough to do every type of activity: picnic at the beach, shopping, eating something, etc…

Although all of them care for each other, they will also be the first ones to tease and bully each other.

Even if they can talk about everything, vent, etc… one subject is banned: the “yuu coming home” conversation.

If they can’t see each other, they just video call. Yes, Deuce and Ace are in the same room, and yes, they are still calling on different phones. Save the other guy in their room.

Yuu always get invited to an unbirthday tea party. Till the trio starts to be too loud and annoying. Riddle ends up not letting them invite anyone anymore.

They can’t sit next to each other anymore because, again, they are too loud. I think they are the type to still find a way to communicate even across the room: sign language, reading lips, using their phones, throwing paper, etc…

Got a matching trinkets or something like that. Could be a phone charm, bracelet, t-shirt, etc…

The trio is loved by most of the students but hated by the majority of the teachers.

They send some random pic and say “It’s us” and then it’s just a pic of rocks.

The closet is made of glass for Ace and Deuce (Yuusei already figure out his sexuality long time ago)

During book 5 Deuce had weekly call from his mom were Ace and Yuu could participate and also talk about their week. Ace will snitch the little bad thing Deuce did when in the other hand Yuu will talk about how well behave Deuce is.

“they match each other's freak in a way that is uncomfortable for the other characters to watch” - some twitter user

the vibe:

my yuu wiki - more yuu content - aceyuu art - yuusei relationship

yeah more gay post please forgive me but i said i was going to be in every twst topic till the fandom want me. I don't know if this post is good i be honest i just put all the stuff i had in my head for the moment i would love to see more yuu with this ship so don't be shy to send it to me.

[respectthepetty]

While Fourever You was airing, people were upset that Hill and Ter kept popping up during Johan and North's story, yet I did not understand the anger. However, I am twenty-one episodes deep into Perfect 10 Liners, and I can respectfully say with all my being that I do not give two flying f*cks about anybody else who is not these two Blue Boys in love!

I normally would be upset that nobody was wearing their color this episode, and the only way they showed their color was through their bags, but in this episode, I. Don't. Care.

Usually, I'd be super excited that Red Rascal Arc wore his color while he took care of his man, but right now, I. Don't. Care.

On a regular day, I'd take this as confirmation that Black Brooder Yotha and Green Guy Gun are into puppy play, but today, I. Don't. Care!

Like, I kinda want these two to make out sloppy style on that table in front of Wine, but even then, I. Don't. Care. (as much as I could)

Because while everyone is having a grand time slandering my Blue Boy's name, Faifa is going through it!

Wine's friends think Faifa is practically a slut (he isn't and even if he was, that'd be okay), Newton tells him nothing, Yotha thinks he is incapable of love even though he took better care of Yotha's boyfriend at one point than Yotha did, and everyone just expects him to keep rolling with the punches including his own mother even though they all know Faifa is a people pleaser because of the trauma they have ALL given him.

So I do not care about anyone else when Wine is sitting right next to Faifa and telling Faifa he can show his sorrow to Wine no matter how weird it might be because Wine isn't going anywhere.

I do not care about these other boys who are shit talking my man when Wine is on that roof reaching out to him and holding his hand as he cries.

I ONLY CARE ABOUT MY LAPIS LADS!

Yotha is trying to give Wine advice when Wine knows how to take better care of Faifa than anyone else. He has already slept in Faifa's bed. He has already kissed Faifa. HE HAS ALREADY DRIED HIS TEARS! So with all the disrespect in my chest, everyone else including Yotha needs to STFU and exit my screen!

Faifa and Wine are happy and in love, so trash the labels! As long as my boys are smiling and together, I don't care if they haven't defined the ship. I don't care if there are still three episodes left and a bracelet to get from the Love Guru Tawan because, in this beautiful moment, my boys have made the safest and kindest space for each other and that's all that matters.

I know Faifa telling that girl that he remembered her name came across as flirty, and I noticed Wine side-eyed him.

But THE BEST Blue Boy makes sure everyone knows he is only trying to romance one specific boy.

And he makes that clear to Wine again and again AND AGAIN.

So I am thrilled that despite all my fears of miscommunication and holding in their feelings, Faifa feels safe enough around Wine to openly express himself because unlike all these other triflin' heifers, Wine has shown again and again AND AGAIN that he only wants honesty from Faifa.

So all these other characters can kick rocks because I now fully understand the Fourever You folks. I only have eyes for one amazingly perfect couple!

Give me my boys being sweet on each other.

And ONLY my boys being sweet on each other!

And whoever makes them cry can eat dirt!

Or they'll be sleeping six feet deep in it. *drags finger across throat*

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain's "We’ll talk about that when we get home" List

"Don't thank me. Just tell me later how the fuck Garrick and Chradh disappeared into thin air." aka while we know Garrick is a distance-wielder Dain doesn't (or I guess didn't) and I have a feeling that's going to be the first of many explanations Garrick will be giving … saying I’m 99% sure he’s the one that turned Venin.

"And we're going to talk about whatever the fuck that just was later" aka Imogen Cardulo's not-so-secret-now Second Signet (as I'm calling it, because seriously it HAS to be that) and I'm very glad again that he will be bringing that up because I TOO HAVE QUESTIONS (starting with how she turned a shield to stone)?!? OH AND ON THE TOPIC OF ASKING IMOGEN “WHAT DID YOU DO”?!?

"Gods, don't I know it." And lastly one he has to answer to (once he’s done scolding the kids for sneaking out) SIR what do you mean by that?! What are you thinking just walking around with that kind of chemistry and having the audacity to not give me a ship name!?!

[unnounblr]

I'd make my own post, but I don't know how to put screencaps in posts. But, as a complete tangent from the original post, there's another name related thing which is that: Jaco actually explains something else about names in Dragon Ball.

In the Buu saga, (before it's the Buu saga) Videl realizes Son Gohan is the son of Son Goku because they have two names, and most people on Earth only have one. This is why the dub and Fandom are wrong. There is no such character as "Videl Satan" or "Bulma Briefs".

However, in the manga Jaco the Galactic Patrolman, some of the characters have two names. Tokunoshin Omori. Tamagoro Katayude. But, in the whole Manga, Tights only has one name, that's the other part of the "sounds like someone from West City" thing. Her dad is Dr. Brief, because he has one name, Brief, and he probably has a doctorate.

Jaco the Galactic Patrolman takes place primarily in East City, and an island off the coast of East City. East City is a location we only see once in Dragon Ball: When Nappa blows it the fuck up, using a technique OP likes.

There's also a neat detail where. When Krillin first gets introduced, he's from Orin Temple which is "east", and video games and maps say that Orin Temple is, like, next to or attached to or inside of East City. And, in Jaco, the government of East City has a squad of martial artist special forces cops that they use to try to force Omori off the island he's living on. So, like. That might even explain why Krillin becomes a cop, in Super? The temple he's from used to train martial artists to be cops.

Cops which, in a way, paralleled the Freeza Force and Planet Trade Organization. Sending martial artists to evict people from their homes so the government can use the land to build a resort for government employees. So, I don't think I necessarily like this as a part of Krillin, or at least, that he embraces it and becomes a cop in Super. Especially since he left the Orin temple because they bullied him and he hates them.

But that all gets to something else about Jaco, which is that it's the darkest story Toriyama ever wrote in Dragon Ball. Other people have talked about how Dragon Ball Minus is a joke, and I have as well, it's a thing people misunderstand about it, but it's also true of the rest of Jaco. And it's a very dark joke, because on a macro level, the big things Jaco does in the Manga with his name don't matter.

Jaco comes to Earth to kill Goku. He doesn't kill Goku. The rocket ship that gets launched for a pop idol is about to destroy East City. He stops it from destroying East City. But then, about 20 years later. East City gets destroyed anyway, when Vegeta and Nappa show up.

It's possible and maybe implied that Jaco is the reason Tights, Omori and Katayude survive, and they probably even survive Nappa because they're living on an island far away. But, Jaco introduces world building details that East City has people with two names, and the currency is Yen instead of Zeni. And those are unique features of a single city, that we know from the Dragon Ball Manga gets destroyed. Implying that Nappa is the reason nobody has two names and Zeni is the only currency.

And I kinda love just how dark the joke is, in Jaco and Minus, that the universe is cold and uncaring, the government and private business, in space and on Earth, are heartless and cruel and will destroy your home and uproot your life to build a condo, and even if you save a city full of people, or send away your own child, the city will be destroyed, and your child will die (three times) anyway.

But even in that there's a kernel of. Jaco does save Tights, and Omori, and Katayude in a way. Omori is an old widower and Katayude is gay, so neither of them will pass on their family names, but. They live. Goku does survive, even if it's because of incompetence, and he does defeat Freeza and help people. So it's bleak, but good things still happen. You might not save the city, or the world, but you can save three people. Maybe not forever, because Buu will human extinction attack and blow up the planet, and Omori will probably die of old age anyway, before that, but. For a time. People will live. Even East City has a few decades before it gets Nappa'd.

So, everything is an uncaring meaningless cosmic joke, and nothing ever lasts. But you can still do what you can, in the meantime.

Could you tell us something underrated about Bulma? For being around since literally the very beginning, I find she’s not talked about as much.

Bulma is the scariest person in the Dragon Ball universe. The anime softens a lot of her edges. And, like, she's not a total monster; She cares about things like people not being killed by genocidal assholes too.

But she is such an asshole and I love it. Bulma is the character I relate to most in Dragon Ball.

(Also she has an unshakable faith in Goku and he'll always be the number one martial artist in her eyes, and any man that wants to be with her needs to respect that.)

For starters, it's worth noting that the naming convention of Bulma's family is called out as weird even in-universe. Nobody bats an eye at characters being named after fruit or vegetables or rice or the Dairy Special Forces but they draw the line at underwear.

That's weird, Bulma. Your name is weird. Your father Briefs is weird. Your sister Tights is weird. Your son Trunks is weird. Your daughter Bra is weird. Why is your family like this?

Nearly every single person in the cast is someone who Goku initially had to fight in some way or another. Bulma is no exception, though their battle took place as early as issue #1.

When shooting a 12-year-old in the face with a gun failed, Bulma resorted to manipulation and subterfuge, and thus the most important relationship in the entire Dragon Ball universe was born.

Though Goku would not be the only person whose arm Bulma twisted, as this initial journey also sees her enslave a sentient being to do her bidding.

Despite ironically filling the role of a Buddhist monk in the original Journey to the West, this opening arc lays a lot of groundwork for who Bulma is. She tricks Goku and enslaves Oolong to coerce assistance in her quest to conjure up a magically-generated boyfriend (or infinite strawberries).

...then again, Tang Sanzang imprisoned Sun Wukong in the original so maybe Bulma's a better adaptation than I gave her credit for.

Point is, Bulma's a fireball. Even Goku sees it.

In the first arc, we also see her get accustomed to calling on Goku like he's her Pokemon.

Bulma is not a martial artist. She knows next to nothing about the implicate complexities of the art. Though she does enjoy being on the outer fringe of it and watching from a distance.

Well. Not from that much distance, because she always has the best seats in the house. Courtesy of inappropriate violence with firearms.

Not only is Bulma complicit in this - they clearly discussed it in advance, based on Oolong's remark and Bulma's knowing smile - but in the 23rd she actively makes it happen.

Sitting in the nosebleeds is for peasants; Bulma is a princess.

I should probably note that after Lunch moves on and leaves the group, Bulma doesn't lose access to violent backup. She just trades Lunch out for Chi-Chi.

The Battle of the Soccer Moms is the best part of the 25th's Junior Division. There's only room for one Alpha Bitch in these audience stands.

Notably, it doesn't take long for her relationship with Goku to grow into a genuine friendship. Following this first arc, Bulma goes out of her way to hang out with Goku when she can and is always excited to see him.

Fun fact, despite the fact that Bulma's boyfriend Yamcha is actively living with them at the time, Bulma's dad ships her with Goku.

No love for Yamcha in this house. Notably, when they're six years older and it's not fucking weird, Bulma herself starts to agree.

But it's honestly best for everyone that this never became a romance. Bulma would have been even more miserable with Goku than she was with Yamcha, and having them hook up would deprive us of one of the greatest platonic male/female friendships in anime.

I'm not saying Vegeta is a replacement goldfish for Goku who got married and became unavailable this same day.

...but I'm not not saying that.

So far as martial arts go, her practical knowledge of the art is simple: Goku is a) invulnerable and b) infinity powerful, and that's all she needs to know. Nobody matches Goku. Ever.

You might think that this unyielding confidence in Goku as the Supreme Warrior would cause some conflicts for Bulma. Her boyfriend Yamcha is one of Goku's rivals, and has his eye on the Tenkaichi Budokai medal.

You'd be wrong. Bulma knows exactly who she's rooting for.

It's Goku. It's always been Goku. It's always going to be Goku. Bulma watches Yamcha and Krillin gush over how well they plan to do in the tournament and her takeaway is "LOL Goku's going to school both of you clowns."

This attitude makes it really funny to imagine what her relationship with Vegeta must be like, I gotta say. That Goku will always be #1 in Bulma's eyes can't be doing good things for Vegeta's insecurity.

But I digress.

Bulma is an exceptional scientist who comes from an exceptional scientific background. She's from one of if not the richest families in the world courtesy of her father inventing revolutionary shrinking technology that changed the entire nature of how products are transported.

You can put anything in a Capsule Corp. hoi-poi capsule. Throughout the series, we see not just vehicles stored in these capsules, but portable homes, weapons, and her father's pornography collection.

For her part, Bulma's a chip off the old block. I've spoken at length in the past about Bulma's invention of the Dragon Radar, trivializing what was meant to be a holy quest of virtue and turning the miracle dragon Shenron into her own personal plastic surgery vendor. She was 15 years old when she made that.

One year later, she extrapolated her father's shrinking technology into a portable device that safely applies its principles to people.

But both of those devices pale in comparison to the greatest invention of her life.

No, not the kid. Though he's cool too.

In a sense, despite being out-of-focus for most of it, the entire Cell Arc is Bulma's masterpiece. It's a proxy war between two mad scientists over the fate of the Earth. Seeking to kill Son Goku and avenge the Red Ribbon Army, Dr. Gero destroyed the world with his Androids.

Bulma took exception to that. And by "took exception", I mean she bent the time-space continuum over her knee and spanked it.

Trunks's journey through time is the culmination, both of Bulma's impossible super-genius and of her unyielding faith that Goku is the answer to any problem that needs to be solved with violence.

Dr. Gero's master stroke was to flood the world with murderous Androids. Bulma's response was to load a bullet named Goku into a gun named Trunks and fire it through time to put it between his eyes. Everything that transpired from there was the consequence of their two plans colliding.

The happier future we get to know in the Buu Saga is the world that Bulma made happen. Because the woman who would make a personal assistant out of our Great Green God's greatest miracle had the audacity and the irreverence to violate causality itself.

[olderthannetfic]

" "proship/darkship dni!" and then you proceed to ship canon abuse

#im talking about billford if you couldnt tell #im not proship i harass some people lowkey #im just com/darkship #no hate to my lovely proshippers though #anti billford #billford #gravity falls #bill cipher #proshippers please interact #billford fuck off #i fucking hate people like this"

This is one of the most incoherent word salads I've ever seen. I don't think this person knows what any of these words mean. Also their username includes reference to an edgy RACK kink I'm personally quite fond of so :/

Why would you openly admit to harassing people on the down low either??

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[jaychrilo1144]

Ramble post 19373729

Topic- being trans/queer in the marauders fandom

There is so much hate going on, especially on tiktok and instagram rn. From my experience we're reletively alright here on tumblr but it still needs to be adressed.

The marauders fandom is for those who are pushed to the side. That goes for poc, ppl of the lgbt community, or anyone of a marginalized community.

We saw the hate from the creator of this world, took that, and turned this world into an inclusive space for character fan cannons/fics to roll with and made sure that fans felt like they had a safe space to go.

After all, James Potter-and parents- are known for "picking up the strays". The marauders themselves symbolize Found Family along with the skittles and The Golden Trio. Finding a space and the people in that space who will love you for being yourself regardless of the people who didnt (especially those who didnt and were supposed to).

I have found safety expressing my Sexuality here. I looked at some of the characters like remus and luna be so loved by their friends regardless of who they are, what they're interests are, and how they act, and realized that I deserve to have people around me who will accept me for me. That I am not too much. That I am enough. That I am deserving of everything good I want for my life. And because of the safety and love I have felt here, I only saw it fit to pour back into it because thats what we do for each other here.

No we dont all agree on things. Everyone has their own ships, their own headcannons, and thats okay. We can agree to disagree on things like this, and at the end of the day we will always have eachothers backs because we know what it is to be thrown to the side and no one should have fo feel like that.

Right now, I am seeing an obscene amount of transphobia, racism, and homophobia in the Harry Potter/ Marauders community, and it's devastating. People are being publically dead named right now because of headcannon disagreements. What the actual fuck?? Or I've seen some ppl go insane bc some ppl headcannon James Potter as mexican or desi. And some people headcannon sirius/remus/regulus as trans, and they are getting shit on too. What???

Do we not remember that we are talking about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS??? And that the marauders fandom makes fanfics... again. FAN... FICS. They are not cannon. Sometimes they arent supposed to be even close to cannon. It is fan based. Interpretations and expressions of said characters and story line. Dont like it? Turn the other way and find people, blogs, videos, stories, and headcannons that you DO like!

As for the treatment of other fellow fans here, im truly devastated about it. Trans people do NOT deserve this kind of treatment, especially here! Especially since this fandom is based on inclusivity, acceptance, and found family.

Whats even worse is the ppl who say Fuck JKR and hide behind that while STILL continuing to act against the lgbt community, marginalized groups, and other fellow marauder fans. You know who you are. Do better.

The world is already a scary place, and a scarier place for trans folk. With Tr!mp in office here in the states, its even scarier to see all of the excessive hate on my community and seeing less and less safe places available for both queer and trans people.

The safe places that trans people have are sacred, and thats how it should be here too

Forgetting the fact that marauders was during the 70s-80s (again the world is literally made up, logical time and the beliefs at that time dont have to follow), would James potter truly be a person to turn away a friend for being queer or trans. Think about it. Ill wait. Oh wait, I don't have to, because NO. NO HE WOULDNT! He found out Remus was a werewolf, a literal XXXXX creature that can brutily kill people one night of the month, and james said "yes, I accept him. And because of my friendship to him, I will research and go through the process of becoming an animagus because I care for my friend and he doesnt deserve to be alone." As did sirius and peter in the end.

Be more like James Potter. It is not difficult to respect people. Respect your fellow marauders & hp fans. Keep this a safe place for them, and all.

Thank you.

[stellamancer]

self-ship coded. vent piece. it's 1:30am local time and definitely not proofread. plus my extremely shaky attempt at sunday's characterization.

Sunday has always considered himself fairly observant.

It comes with the territory, he supposes,  but the boons granted from his Halovian heritage have their limits, which is why he's developed a keen eye.

Which is why he can tell something is amiss.

Your expression, or rather, your mask is near impervous, schooled with a practiced neutrality that Sunday finds almost impressive. That said, he doesn't miss the agitation that flashes in your eyes.

"Is something wrong?" he asks you.

"No," you answer and while he has to strain his ears to hear it, he can hear a dissonant note in your tone.

"If you want to talk about it, I would be more than happy to listen." Sunday punctuates his offer with a kind smile.

"I'm alright," you say curtly.

He moves closer, close enough to feel the rage radiating off you in torrents. Sunday can sense that you're trying to reign in this frustration, this anger. It's almost dizzying, this all consuming fire burning within you, and he realizes that he must recant his previous evaluation; maintaining such neutrality despite boiling with rage is nothing short of impressive.

"Are you sure?" he asks, concerned. "You seem rather upset."

There's another flash of anger in your eyes, concurrent with a spike in your emotions, the agitation threatening to boil over.

"...you know, it isn't good to keep all that bottled up."

That almost does it.

Admittedly, it's probably not good of Sunday to attempt to agitate you further, to intentionally get you to blow. But seeing you like this... It's frustrating; he could help you, you would just have to let him.

"You—" you start, but then you clamp down your jaw, wrestling your emotions down. Roughly, you exhale, before giving Sunday a strained smile. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about it."

Sunday's mouth forms a hard line. You would keep this feeling to yourself then? Objectively, he supposes he can understand why; anger is often merciless and destructive. It is not uncommon for people to resort to cruelty in their anger. He imagines you don't want to start a fire that you can't put out, that you don't want to go too far in the heat of the moment.

All of that is understandable.

And yet, it is frustrating— to see you keep it bottled up inside you, the anger and frustration straining at your seams. Frustrating that you seem to think that he, of all people, cannot handle the heat of your rage. But, he could, he would— gladly, happily bear the brunt of your rage, your anger, your everything—

If only you would let him.

[tathrin]

So this thing is amazing, and I love the whole premise of it. However, my own focus in the fandom is very much on The Lord of the Rings books more than anything else, which leaves me in something of a pickle when I spin the wheel and get a movie-centric character whom I really don't know, and also has me lamenting the lack of chances to land on any pairs including my book-only blorbos.

So, with permission from @frodosrings, I have made an alternate version of the wheel that focuses primarily on the characters of The Lord of the Rings books. Check it out below!

Third & Fourth Age LotR Book-verse Randomized Character Pair Wheel

These are pairs mostly focused on people who were living and dying at the end of the Third Age/beginning of the Fourth Age... with a few folks from the Silmarillion sprinkled in for DramaTM and Fun TimesTM (and because several of said characters are likely to be alive again in Valinor eventually, where they'll be able to meet those of our heroes who get to/have to Sail).

There are more than 500 different character pairings available, so spin away and see what you get!

For the non-Third-Age-centric additions, I picked Silm-characters whom I thought would create interesting narratives/emotional journeys for our LotR heroes, because the focus of this wheel is on them—but I thought it was more fun if we got people like Celebrían and Celebrimbor and so-on to play with, too!

(There are also a few Silm-Silm character pairs, whom I admittedly was mostly thinking about in a Fourth Age/re-embodiment situation, but you certainly don't have to write them that way!)

As in the original list, not all of these randomized pairs feature characters who have an easy way to interact in canon—but who says you have to write strictly canon-verse? Go wild and make yourself an AU if you want! Or have somebody stray into a dream, or a liminal space where time folds in on itself, or maybe they meet in the Halls of Mandos, or drift off into a song that may or may not be really happening, or reflect on someone they know from history books/poems/songs, etc etc...

No limits, no holds barred. Take it seriously, make it crack, whatever suits! Write it, draw it, cross-stitch it if you want! This is all about stretching your creative muscles, so don't let me get in your way.

Your Quest, should you choose to accept it:

Write (or draw, etc) something the features the pair of characters you get when you spin the wheel. This can be anything, from a one-shot drabble to a 10k multi-chapter epic, a bullet-list of headcanons, an "incorrect quotes" post, a doodle, a painting...anything! Just make sure you're primarily highlighting the pair you spun, in whatever way you choose to do that.

Use the hashtag #tolkienrandompairs so that everybody can keep track of and enjoy seeing everything! If you prefer to post on AO3, please tag there as well, so we can all find your stuff.

nsfw fics/etc are allowed, but please mark those clearly to make this a safe event for everyone to participate in (and avoid awkward moments on public transport/work/etc!).

If your piece includes commonly-triggering material, again please tag or otherwise indicate that. (Do not c*nsor your trigger warnings and tags! That defeats the purpose of tagging in the first place, and prevents things like block-lists and filters from functioning!)

While you don't have to treat these pairs as ships, you certainly can; but let's have NO ship-wars or kink-shaming, etc! "Don't like, don't read" shall be the law of the land, and everyone shall live happily-ever-after whether on this side of the Sundering Sea or the other, thank you.

If you like something you read or see, please comment and tell the writer/artist/etc! Fandom should be a community, but if we don't communicate with each other, we're all just screaming alone in the dark. (Nobody wants to be Gollum! Please talk to your fellow fans so they know they aren't alone!)

There is no limit to how many times you can spin the wheel, and no cut-off-point for the event: keep spinning, and writing, and posting, and tagging, for as long as you wish!

Any questions about anything (or suggestions for other characters/pairs to add to the wheel), please don't be shy! You can reach out to @frodosrings as well, and many thanks to them for both coming up with this brilliant idea, and for being so willing to let me stick my fingers into the pie as well.

Now get spinning, and have fun!

[landossnorriss]

never stop racing || ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she. Summary: travelling to the singapore grandprix at 8 months seemed like a great idea. until it wasn't. Word Count: 2.1ishk Warning: pregnancy & mush. AN: i started this after the grand prix and just found it and decided to finish it. it hasn't been proof read or edited really so sorry for any errors, finishing this was purely a self service. she absolutely, should not have come to the track today. at 8 months pregnant she shouldn't have been travelling all but given the level of tears that had been shed when he had tried to leave her, lando felt like he would have moved heaven and earth to get her the all clear to fly with him. she still had a month left at this point so he wasn't sure what the drama was , there was plenty of time for her to be returned safely to monaco after they had finished this race. they had agreed that she would be shipped straight to the garage and that is where she would hide all weekend, no traditional media walk ins together , no stopping to be nice , lando wasn't playing when it came to her and for most of the weekend , a smug feeling settled on him at just how easy it had been to have her here. she had smashed the long practice days, quali hadn't seemed to unsettle her all that much, everything had seemed calm as she had kissed him good luck and he had settled into his car before the race. everything was fine the way that he had said it was going to be.

he was wrong.

the radio was quiet , too quiet. he didn't think much of it at first , it was usually a good thing that the radio was quiet and that there wasn't much for will to say but when he called for a tire update and wills response was so slow? he knew something was wrong.

" tires are good. " wills short reply came and that was enough for lando's panic to really set in. will always had more to say, he was a yapper even when lando had begged him not to be. " what's wrong? " he asked his engineer, fighting back the urge to pull into the pits as he passed them to check himself, he couldn't afford to give up this win if everything was okay but why - " hello? why is no one talking to me? " he called again before he heard the radio open once more and this time , will wasn't quick enough , lando heard it just as he was quickly closed again. " why is she screaming! " his baby , something was happening to his love and no one was talking to him.

" so lando , we don't want you to panic, but we may have a water breaking situation happening here in the garage, just a little labour but she told us not to tell you. " will offered and lando could hear the nerves in his voice. over the years they had promised to not to lie to each other , to keep each other honest and he knew his race engineer was likely in a tough spot.

"what do you mean shes in labour and you didn't tell - fuck i hit the wall, check for wing damage boys. " lando cursed as he made his first hiccup of the race. how could they just drop that on him. sweat was pooling around his eyes, everything in him ached in the heat , he was so far out ahead he didn't even know what point in the race he was even at any more and his son was about to be born?

" box, i'm gunna box this lap." lando called because no championship was worth him missing the birth of his son, not when he was so close. will turned to look at her from where she had been laid out at the back of the garage given she hadn't wanted to move anywhere else. "he's going to box." the engineer called and maybe they always asked too much of her, but today she understood what they wanted, what they needed. " give me a fucking radio right now. " she groaned through another contraction.

she had thought about asking jon to drive her back to the hotel quietly when she had felt her water break. women's births took hours all the time, especially their first, lando could join her when she was done , but everyone had been busy and she was sure her contractions could be hidden once they started. turned out , lando wasn't the only one wrong about everything being fine. " lando norris , you do not need to box."

" but he's about to be here and i don't want to miss him. "

"you're not missing anything other than the damage i'm currently doing to jons hand."

" i want to see you. "

" i want you to stop nearly crashing into the wall, i have a baby to hold off for another 20 minutes and you have a fucking race to win and a championship to win got it muppet? "

" baby... "

" i'll hold off as long as i can lan, but i need you to drive okay, ow shit, i promise, i love you so much now fucking drive. "

" i need to box to check the wing. "

" then box but if you get out of that car i won't deliver this baby out of pure spite. "

" what if i miss him?" lando didn't want to miss the birth of his first son , " whose with you? " he knew that it was likely she was surrounded but he needed to know exactly who was at her side.

she couldn't help but smile, one of the hardest races of the year and he could take the time to ask about who was holding her hand. god she loved him so much. " if you miss , fucking hell that one hurts. " she groaned as another contraction rolled through her and lando swerved, ever so slightly. " okay being on the radio is a bad idea , you're gunna crash , i'll hold off lan and if i can't , we will tell him his dad was winning a race just a few minutes away whilst his team welcomed him into the world okay?" she cried through the radio.

" you mean more to me than this. "

" and your future , your dreams ? they're mine to protect lando norris , box this lap for fresh tires. i'll see you at the end of the race. " she nodded , pulling the headset off of herself before she could change her mind and beg for lando to join her.

lando was sure he and will hadn't spoken this much during a race since he had been a rookie , reminders to drink and bring the car home, the urge to box every time he heard even a muffle of a sound in the background. will gave him the updates he could without distracting him too much.

as soon as he took the chequered flag he had one mission , get weighed, get to the garage. press could honestly go fuck itself , he would take all the fines in the world to make it back to the safety of his garage without being stopped but as he arrived, pulling his balaclava off, he heard the distinct cry he had been waiting for over the last several months. his son.

"i missed him?" lando breathed as he came to a halt next to andrea, his eyes landing on the love of his life and the tiny bundle in her arms, jon faithfully at their side.

" are you gunna believe me if i tell you i had to push one more time just as you crossed the finish line?" she beamed as she looked back at the man who was no doubt facing some serious fines given the lack of time it had taken him to get here from parc ferme , he couldn't have waited to do a single thing other than get weighed.

lando stood frozen as he took in them , she had never looked more beautiful to him in the years that he had loved her. she was surrounded by tires, blankets , her cheeks were as red as his own from the heat. way too many people surrounded her and yet every bit of her looked perfect. " you did it. " slowly finding his feet again lando moved the small few steps to kneel next to her , zak moving out of his way so that the young family could take each other in for the first time.

" careful , we're still attached whilst we wait for the ambulance. " she urged lightly as lando reached to cup his sons head, watching as big blue, green eyes looked up at him. he looked just like him , he was a dad. " meet your son race winner. " feeling a hand clap on his shoulder, lando lifted his head for a moment looking at zak with tears in his eyes.

" congrats kid. " zak offered , words failing him for seemingly the first time in forever. he had known lando since he was a boy. now as he looked at him , for the first time it was clear to see the man he had grown into. with a boy of his own. nodding lando flashed him a smile before his gaze looked back at his baby and the woman holding him.

" you did it , i'm sorry i wasn't here. " he mused , leaning to offer her a soft kiss despite their audience , oscar now having also joined the party. " god hes so perfect look at him. " he couldn't believe that he was here , what had he ever done to deserve his life being this good?

" alright everybody , let's give the new parents some space and let the medical professionals get in here , oscar to interviews , we have some answers to give for landos absence." andrea called, moving the crowds along, only a select few staying close by, not many willing to push the boss.

" i can't believe i gave birth at a grand prix , how did we even let this happen. " she chuckled as she looked back at lando , who had yet to take his eyes off of his son.

" i can't believe you wouldn't let me box. " he muttered , they still hadn't agreed on a name , they had none of his stuff and yet everything felt oddly calm in this moment.

" never stop racing lando , we never stop racing. " she whispered hand reaching out to run through his race worn curls.

" huh , i like that , might have to steal that one. " zak chuckled behind them as he continued to watch on. they weren't paying attention to him and that was fine , he was happy to watch as they spoke in hushed whispers, fawning over their new born. he knew as lando had grown into himself, lots of people had questioned who he was but they would have had needed to see this , the two of them so in love with each other it was obvious in every small movement. his eyes followed lando who never moved from her side as they were moved into an ambulance, who climbed alongside her in his race suit without a thought. there would be questions to answer come tomorrow morning , statements to release, he'd given them as much time as he could together before it was on to the next one .

feeling a presence at his side as he watched the ambulance drive off, zak smiled at his team principle, giving off a small laugh as he did . " you think any race is going to top this one? "

" i'm not so sure , but our family just grew by one , so wins all around."

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at the hospital , lando found himself wide awake. looking to the hospital bed he found the love of his life still sound asleep, the day had finally caught up with her once everyone had been checked over. jon had dropped him his normal clothes in but the rest of the visitors had been put off till tomorrow.

the nurse had told him it was important to learn to sleep whilst the baby did but all he could do right now was hold him , take in every perfect piece of him. he could feel the tears well again if he thought about the fact he was here and he had just missed him arriving but there had been plenty of assurances that neither mum nor baby would have had it any other way and lando couldn't believe his luck , a mclaren baby through and through was just a little too on brand for the young racing driver.

" hey little man , just me again , i can't believe that you're here and you're mine and that your mum did such an amazing job with you. " he whispered to the sleeping infant in his arms , little milo , milo maxwell norris. " i know you're sleeping , but i just wanted to promise you that i'm going to give you the world, you and your mum , even if i'm racing , even if it gets hard, you will always be my number one milo, always. "

[arcaneconfessions]

“the evil jaymels-” let's discuss the serious obsession you people have with meljay shippers on this blog and how freely you demonize a group of shippers mostly made up out of queer black women? let's not pretend you haven't been doing this for years. most of the time they mind their business, until of course you invade their spaces or they call out blatant racism — whether against mel or against jayce. shouldn't we all be happy that racism gets called out? apparently not, considering this blog! the dehumanization and blatantly racist way you speak about these people is appalling and i'm not surprised at all that this fandom (whether on tumblr, twitter or tiktok) has such a bad reputation with the way they talk about not only the black female characters (mel, ambessa, sky) but also about the black fans.

ive seen more meljay shippers call out the racism towards jayce and the ableism towards viktor than any other group — because y'know they actually do give a fuck about bigotry! you get kicked out of their spaces so quickly if you are racist or ableist, something i can't say for any of the other subgroups in this fandom.

“they're harassing the vas and writers” — fans criticizng the way the arcane team talks about mel (& her relationship with jayce) isn't “harassment”. those people aren't god and can be critizied just like any individual, especially if they push mel into a racist trope (dbg).

“they harass jayviks” — the most they do is call out the mistreatment of mel, jayce and even viktor (who isn't even part of their ship). 99% of the time you'll not see them invade jayvik spaces where normal jayvik shippers are having fun — which stands in contrast to the behavior of those very same jayviks who have continuously (for years) invaded the spaces of meljay shippers. there's a reason why meljay shippers had to make a tag specifically for themselves — because the main tag gets flooded with your bullshit. (the tag exists both on tumblr & ao3!). meanwhile i've seen jayvik shippers send gore and death threats to people, i've seen them harass so many people (both mj shippers & other people) for nonsense reasons. there's a reason why less and less people are willing to engage with jv shippers on multiple platforms and it's not because “evil mj shippers are manipulating people”. didn't someone on this blog literally confess to “infiltrating” mj spaces? do you realize how fucked up and obsessed you have to be for such bullshit?

“they don't criticize mel” — plenty of them do, but when you're faced with bad faith takes of one of your favorite characters 24/7, would you really feel inclined to discuss her flaws? when you know people are going to twist every word you said? the only group that is ever expected to write a thesis on their fave's flaws are mel fans / meljay fans.

“it's only a few bad apples” — it's thousands of people, considering the amount of likes you get for the most blatantly racist posts. it happens again and again and again — yet people will refuse to try to even acknowledge that the jv fandom has a problem. isn't acknowledging you have a problem the first step to rooting it out? do you want to share a space with racist individuals?

look, i'm not saying all meljay shippers are the next saint, but in contrast? they are nothing, and they get kicked out pretty easily by most other meljay shippers from my experience. now you guys can keep crying about how evil and vile meljay shippers are, but people know that's not true. you know that's not true.

anyways i'm glad that at least on twt more and more jayviks are calling out other jayviks for their racism — whether against jayce or mel. people are starting to speak up, some people are even educating themselves, and i need everyone here to stop hiding this behind “(ship) discourse”. recognize it for what it is — villainizing (mostly) black/poc fans, harassing them and being incredibly racist on multiple levels.

there are real people behind these screens, get a grip and get a job, or go back to school whatever fits your age. use your brains just a bit guys and put the shipping goggles away for an hour, do some self reflecting & actually listen for once perhaps.

.

[writingdevil]

Would it be cool if you could do a skephero story? It's my favorite ship and I barely see anything outright shippy with the two within the Tumblr space, so I would love to see your spin on them.

Thanks in advance and remember to take your time and take care of yourself firstly if the request pile gets a bit tall <3

(It'd be so cool to to do a skephero one! I also haven't seen a lot of it, but I'd think they'd be really good together as well. Thank you for caring about my health as well, that's really sweet of you. Anyway, enjoy!)

"Why do you do that?"

Hero paused in confusion, trying to pull his head out of the bliss he had just been under, panting as he stared up at Skeptic, who had pulled away from kissing him to ask him that question.

It felt like his head was full of cotton, and all he could manage to do was push out a weak, "What?"

But Skeptic looked entirely too focused and awake as he said, "That thing you do. Why are you doing it? It's been bugging me all day."

"What thing?" Hero let his arms fall from around Skeptic's neck, slowly trailing down his arms. "Am I not good at kissing you?" The horror of that suddenly made Hero try to sit up. "I'm sorry, I can try to-"

"No, no, it's not that." Skeptic was quick to reassure him otherwise though, patting him on the chest so that Hero laid back down on the bed. "You're perfectly fine at kissing."

"Oh." Relief flooded through Hero, making him sag against the blankets, before confusion took ahold of him again. "What are you talking about then?"

Skeptic had an expression of complete seriousness on his face, as he looked Hero in the eye, and asked, "Why did you let Cheated take your food this morning?"

Hero's mind went blank in that moment.

"Did you actually stop making out with me to ask that?"

"I'm serious!" Skeptic insisted, and Hero felt like this had to be some bizarre dream, that this couldn't actually be how his afternoon was going.

He thought he was going to be able to relax and kiss his partner silly until well into the night, and not have to stress about anything, but no. His amazing, sweet, intelligent partner had other things on his mind.

"I need to know why you did that," Skeptic demanded, and Hero looked around in disbelief as if to convince himself that this was real, before complying and saying, "I just-wanted to? Because he woke up late and missed breakfast. I just thought it was a nice thing to do for him-can we go back to kissing now?"

Hero reached up to try and capture Skeptic's lips, but Skeptic just tilted his head back in annoyance. "But that meant that you didn't eat breakfast, and I didn't find out until an hour later."

Hero flushed in embarrassment, remembering how Skeptic scolded him while making him food, and how Hero should be grateful that it was him that found out, and not Hunted and Paranoid.

"Okay, I promise to eat better," Hero said, "There-problem solved." But Skeptic shook his head. "That's not entirely the problem though."

"What is it then?"

Skeptic sighed and pushed himself up with his elbows on either side of Hero's head, giving him a worried look as he just studied his face, to the point that Hero was beginning to squirm on the spot.

Then, Skeptic looked Hero right in the eyes as he said, "You keep doing things for others."

Confusion was all over Hero's mind. "What?"

"You keep doing things that are good for the others."

Hero chuckled lightly. "So?"

"So that means you never think about yourself," Skeptic explained, poking Hero's stomach to get his point across. "I don't think I've ever seen you make a decision that was purely to make you happy-"

Hero cut Skeptic off with a loud groan, gripping his forearms firmly and swiftly flipping their positions around so that Hero was now hovering over Skeptic.

He gave the other a pleading look. "Can we talk about this later? Do we have to talk about it now?"

Skeptic gave him a baffled look, looking around at what had just happened, before his gaze flew back to Hero, a steely determination in his eyes as he gripped his shoulders.

"Yes, we have to talk about it now! It's important." Hero shrugged his shoulders casually, ignoring the bundle of nerves forming in his chest. "I don't think it's that important, and what's wrong with doing something nice for the others? Is it really that bad?"

"No-" Skeptic began, before cutting himself off with a sharp sigh and flipping them over again with a groan. Hero's head had barely hit the bed before Skeptic continued, "The problem isn't being nice to the others. The problem is that you're never nice to yourself. You'd rather jump off a cliff than do something that you want to do, and that's the problem."

Hero chuckled nervously, avoiding Skeptic's intense gaze. "I think your overreacting. It's not that big of a deal."

That was definitely the wrong thing to say, as he heard Skeptic inhale sharply, and Hero felt him grip his shoulders tighter. "Okay, then," he said, and Hero could hear the rising annoyance in his voice, "well then how do I know you even want to be with me? What if you're only doing this because I have feelings for you? How do you think that makes me feel?"

Hero's head suddenly snapped to Skeptic's face, noticing the frustration-and a little bit of hurt. "That's not true, I promise!" Hero exclaimed, before quickly flipping them over so that he could be on top once again.

"Skeptic, I love you so much, and I would never lie to you about something this serious to both of us." He gave Skeptic a pleading look-surely the other could pick up that he was being genuine right now.

"I just-" Hero paused, but he couldn't hold back now, not when it was hurting Skeptic. "I just don't know how to do things for myself."

Skeptic furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Hero sighed. "Look, I don't wanna proper get into it, but-I'm just too used to making decisions for Him." Hero lowered his gaze, staring at Skeptic's fluffy chest.

"It was always about what was best for Him, and what was best for Him was usually best for us, too. So when He left us, and we suddenly could make choices for ourselves, it was just-easier, to keep doing that, to keep doing things that would make others happy. I'm not used to thinking about myself. I've never had to do that before."

He fell into silence, busying himself by preening the feathers on Skeptic's chest, before allowing a small smile to appear on his face.

"But I do know-" he added, giving Skeptic a coy look, "-that this is helping with that."

Hero had the pleasure of feeling Skeptic's feathers puffed up beneath his hands, and his smile grew wider as he saw that hungry glint in Skeptic's eyes, before Hero found himself being yanked down, lips crashing into his, and he sighed, ready to relax once again.

He tilted his body to the left, letting Skeptic manoeuvre their bodies once again, but Hero's body was struggling to touch the soft sheets of the bed as they twisted until-

SLAM!

-They fell off said bed.

Hero let out a half groan half laugh as he clutched Skeptic, who just looked mortified next to him. But then Hero caught his eye, and cupped his face, and that was enough to bring Skeptic out of his shock, who giggled to himself at how stupid they both were, giving Hero the perfect chance to bring Skeptic into a soft, sweet kiss.

[birdmitosis]

What are your opinions on selfcest?

(I need to answer so many asks in my inbox... I'm sorry this is late! I will be late again/some more!!)

But I really wanted to finally get around to this one because I actually have some very specific thoughts on selfcest, which is that I feel like it would be... not necessarily "more liked," because people like what they like and are into what they're into, people are squicked by what they're squicked by, etc... but seen as less scandalous if it didn't have "-cest" as part of the name.

To elaborate, I don't think it has any similarities to incest unless the specific individual characters in question outright do think of their "other selves" in a familial way. In many cases this just isn't the case, however -- the relationship doesn't map that way in canon itself, or the other selves are totally noncanonical in the first place. I can think of some exceptions (Galerians, where almost all the clones of one particular person think of one another as siblings, including the one who was raised separately and didn't know about any of that so doesn't feel a sibling bond with them but they still seem to consider him one) but in many cases, that's just not what's going on. It's clones, or a changeling, or a time loop, or a multiverse, or something else where the canon doesn't portray them as feeling any sort of familial bond -- and where sometimes the canon actually outright makes a point to show or talk about how different they are.

And to explain even further... I think my view on selfcest is influenced by the fact that for a couple of decades now, my views on selfhood have been such that... I don't think "self"cest inherently feels self enough to feel offputting to me, either. Yes, you can have situations where someone looks at a clone or alternate universe version of themself and goes "that's 100% me" in a way that never really treats the other like their own person, and in that case it wouldn't appeal to me... But even since I was a teenager, I've always considered that if one person was suddenly two people, the second person unavoidably becomes their own person from the moment of separation, the moment either of them says or does anything that starts to develop them in a different direction from the other. And a lot of the time "selfs" in selfcest are even more different than that: Think of the Spider-Verse movies, for instance, or the possible interactions between a Transformer and their alternate universe selves if you crossed some of the cartoons and comics together. Pavitr Prabhakar and Peter B. Parker just do not feel like the same person; neither do EarthSpark Arcee and Transformers Animated Arcee and IDW comics Arcee.

TL;DR though, uh, I have to assume you're asking me because of Slay the Princess. 😅 In which case that was a really long and roundabout way of saying... Honestly, I don't even think "selfcest" applies in STP. (Mostly, at least.) While the voices are all parts of the Long Quiet (and the vessels are all parts of the Shifting Mound), they are different enough people that they necessitate their own names, they have different relationships with one another, they disagree with one another to the point of dislike at times, their actions if they could act on their own would be VERY different, and especially once they have their own bodies I just don't register them as the same person anymore. And I truly think the game backs me up on this, because... the Shifting Mound and the Long Quiet also used to be the same being originally. Go back far enough and arguably any ship that isn't the Narrator/one of the other characters is selfcest! But it so doesn't feel that way to me, not even to the extent that most people mean it.

I have the occasional selfcest ship, but long story short, voices shipping and vessel shipping doesn't actually feel like selfcest to me at all* if that makes sense.

[whereserpentswalk]

You're working on an interstellar ship. You're currently monitoring a planet from orbit. As one of the six species with the ability to create faster then light ships, every nation of your species has agreed not to interfere with less advanced civilizations. It's for the best they say.

The planet you’re monitoring is dying of a plague. They don't understand germ theory down there, they've barely invented things like the printing press or gunpowder. It's not like they're less intelligent then you, they just didn't have as much time. The researchers on the ship think the plague is going to end their species. It's not certain it'll happen but it's looking like it.

The researchers on the ship talk about the people there like they're animals, they sneak into villages the plague entirely destroyed and steal corpses to experiment on. They treat the bodies as if they were never people. They talk about the actions of the people planetside like the natrual instincts of beasts and not the choices of rational creatures. "According to their primitive ideas about reality they burn bodies killed by plague." "A female is given the right to mate with her male as she pleases after their marriage ritual." "They lack the capability of understanding the proximity of our ship."

You eventually decide that you've seen enough corpses, and that you've seen too many people act as if there weren't people down there. You steal an escape pod one night and go down to the planet to tell them what's happening. You don't have a cure for their illness but mabye you can get them on the right track.

You see them alive for the first time, not just bodies in a lab but people going about their lives, talking to eachother, buying and selling goods at their markets, mourning their dead. They look different from you of course, your body is serpentine with your only limbs being the four long tentacles near your mouth, their bodies are insectoid with four wraithlike arms and four long skinny legs, their dark metal exoskeletons contrasting the white of your scales. You remind yourself that they're no lesser then you, that you have no right that they do not.

You don't pretend to be a god or anything like that, you want to be as honest with them as you can. You go to someone practicing medicine in one of their temples. She's a student, her species doesn't have a lot of knowledge of medical science but it's not just superstition, she's learning how to do surgery and make medicine out of plants as best as her culture understands. You think to yourself that she'd probably be a premed student had she been born into your species, mabye the type to go to a fancy school off planet, mabye the type to voluntarily turn herself into a cyborg. She's scared at first but she eventually calms down, you explain to her everything you know about the virus and how her species could prevent it from spreading, you treat her as an equal, and explain things in terms she understands but in as much detail as possible, without making anything up to make it easier. It's the best that you can do.

You eventually have to leave. You're found out pretty quickly, you needed your ID to unlock the escape pod. You very quickly are fired, and become internationally infamous. It's agreed that to not violate any treaties you're never allowed to leave your homeworld again, you can never so much as set foot on a starship. Years go by. You don't have a medical license anymore so you find work teaching medicine at a local college. You sometimes wonder what it would be like to have the girl you talked to on that planet so many years ago as a student. In a way she was your first student.

People sometimes want to interview you about what you did. You refuse most of them. There's a small but unpopular movement to make contact with less advanced planets who hold you up as an important figure. Saber toothed emothians, and soft fleshed earthlings, and many eyed galdians all come to you. They want you to endorse them, but it never feels right. The official narrative is that the planet you tried to saved as killed off by that virus, everyone says that the species you tried to help wouldn't have understood what you told them, and that the virus would have been their end a few years after you made contact.

Years go on. No spaceship ever had a reason to come to the planet you tried to save, so you never get any confirmation. You always look for that hope but eventually you give up, there's no reason to believe anything else. As your story gets further and further in the past you have no legacy, there are governments and corporations who make sure you're not remembered in public consciousness, and only a few online forms and academic historians really talk about your life anymore. Occasionally activists will scream your name, but the news never reports on it.

It is hundreds of years after your death. The species you saved all those years ago has finally created faster then light travel. All across their world statues of you exist, every child on their planet knows your name. The first planet they visit once they make first contact is your honeworld, and the descendents of the woman you explained germ theory to visit your descendents. They posthumously give you their highest awards, and thousands of them come to see your grave. Nobody there forgot what you did, you're credited with saving their species from existence. They wish they could tell you, everything was ok in the end, your compassion was not meaningless.