#and yeah i suck at platforming but we dont need to blame this on me HAHA

[akascow]

splat 2 hero mode is so fucking frustrating omfg

[rambling-at-midnight]

Inferno: Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Your father drops what he’s holding when you literally rip the front door of the compound off its hinges and toss it a few feet away. “Were you ever going to tell me?” you yell, stomping into the room. You know your face is too hot and so are your hands but you can’t be bothered.

To his credit, Tony doesn’t pretend to not know what you’re talking about. He sighs and crosses his arms. “Y/N, calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” you bellow, your eyes stinging with anger. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!”

“I was worried about you—”

“So you sent the one person I hate most to spy on me? To completely invade my privacy? The one person I knew I could trust—”

“Okay,” Tony admits, “so it wasn’t the best idea. And I realized that soon after. But Y/N, what was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to tell you?”

“Um, by telling me?” You scoff angrily. “Instead of me going through my former best friend’s texts and figuring it out for myself?”

“Wait,” Tony interrupts. “Peter didn’t tell you himself?”

“Why the hell would he? He’s too busy making fun of me with you!”

“No, Y/N, you don’t understand—” Tony shakes his head. “Peter was supposed to tell you in person. I told him to. We figured you’d at least take it better, but no wonder you’re so upset—”

“It wouldn’t matter if he told me in person, in text, or over a goddamn email!” you yell. “You still spied on me—”

“Can we please talk about this?” he pleads. “Y/N, you’re traumatized. You were imprisoned for a crime you didn’t commit. You wouldn’t talk to me and I knew that you and Peter would get along, but after the first meeting it was obvious he needed to wear the mask!”

“I don’t want to talk to you about anything,” you say, disgusted, shaking your head. “I don’t want your excuses. What you did sucked, okay?”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” you bark. “I don’t want to hear anything from you for a while. Just leave me the hell alone!”

You stomp away in the direction of your room and the fire alarm starts to beep.

“Miss Y/N, please cool yourself,” FRIDAY says calmly. “You are reaching dangerous temperatures.”

You scoff. “I can’t hurt myself with fire.”

“No, but you could hurt those around you,” the AI responds. “Including myself.”

“Did you know what they did?” you demand up to the ceiling.

There is a pregnant pause before the AI confirms it.

“Wow.” You shake your head. “Just wow.”

“I was under strict orders not to inform you—”

“Whatever, FRIDAY. I don’t want to hear from you either.” Scowling, you slam your door shut but stop short at the sight of a figure upside-down outside your window.

Spider-man—Peter Parker—taps frantically on the glass, waving to get your attention. You close your blinds and turn your back on the window, but a buzzing in your pocket catches your attention. It’s the boy outside your window. You decline the call. He’s already tried to call fifteen times and sent you 13 text messages.

For good measure, you block his number. Not a second later is he messaging you on Instagram, so you take the next logical step in your mind. You throw your phone out the window so hard it shatters the glass and hopefully hits that lying bastard, too.

You’re out of the room before Spider-man can stick his head out the window, locking the door from the outside using a special program you’d installed in FRIDAY, and decide to sleep in a guest room.

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Thankfully your new phone has a new number that Parker doesn’t know, and you’re pretty sure Tony knows better than to give it to him. You blocked him on every social media platform you have for good measure, although that hasn’t stopped you from noticing him. In fact, you’re probably noticing him more than usual because your two fanbases have come together in a major panic over why Inferno and Spider-man aren’t hanging out, following each other, or even talking anymore.

All your mentions in the past two weeks have looked exactly like this:

just-a-dumbass: @Y/N_Stark plz respond!!!! why are you and Spider-man fighting? he won’t talk about it at all when we asked on his livestream he hung up and hasn’t done another since!!!!

that-one-asian: @Y/N_Stark and @The-Official-Spiderman you guys really need to make up you were my #1 celebrity ship and i dont understand why you broke up

spideyismydaddy: guys you can tell @The-Official-Spiderman is really cut up about this, he hasn’t livestreamed in days or even uploaded a story. @Y/N_Stark you’re a real bitch for breaking his heart

newyorkhoe: guys we don’t even know if @Y/N_Stark and @The-Official_Spiderman were dating. maybe they’re just really good friends that are fighting. either way, you can tell that both are having a rough time. lay off the negativity!!!

wyoming_isnt_real: @Y/N_Stark why are you and spidey fighting? if he hurt you i’ll beat him up :(

spideyinferno: @Y/N_Stark @The-Official-Spiderman

That tweet has a link attached. You click on it out of curiosity only to realize that actual news websites are writing articles about the ‘Feud Between New York’s Hottest Heroes’. You scroll down to the bottom where there are previews of other articles written about this. Is this really the biggest deal ever? Are people really freaking out over the fact that you’re not hanging out with a spying liar anymore?

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You should have known. Even at night, civilians are still out and about, and they love to do nothing other than gossip. You’re in Brooklyn, for God’s sake, and they’re still chasing after you with cameras, screaming and asking questions about your relationship with Spider-man. These people have probably never even seen him before. He operates in Queens!

It’s no use. You have to change out of your suit. You’re too noticeable.

You duck into a tourist shop and melt the door handle so the screaming hordes can’t follow you in. “I’m so sorry,” you say breathlessly to the shopkeeper and dig around in your pockets for an empty check. You’ve learned to always keep one on hand. You have one, but you don’t know exactly how much replacing a door costs. “Do you have a pen?” Just to be safe, you write down $15,000 and grab a hoodie and sweatpants while the shopkeeper stares at the check you’d shoved into his hands. You can hear people pounding on the back entrance of the store, too, and you look around wildly for an escape.

Unwelcome, a thought pops into your head: What would Spidey do? How would he get out of this situation?

You look up and smile. You may not have webs but you can jump pretty high.

“Sorry about this,” you say to the shopkeeper again. He gapes as you leap straight up into his ceiling. You take a running leap off the roof and land on the sidewalk a couple hundred feet away. Some New Yorkers spare you glances as they step around and over you, but you don’t mind them as you pull your hood up and start walking.

A familiar thwip, though, has you stop. People start to yell Spider-man’s name and you look up, one hand keeping your hood in place. You duck behind a taller man and peek at your former friend from behind the stranger’s arm.

“Where is she?” he yells, wheezing a little bit. He must have sprinted over. A little part of your chest warms at the thought of him being frantic to see you, but then you realize that his voice really doesn’t change at all when he’s got the mask on. You were just too stupid to notice it.

The civilians start to all shout different things, mostly pointing to the store, but Spider-man waves his hands to get everyone to be quiet. “One at a time!”

“She went into that store but got out through the roof and now we don’t know where she is!” someone shouts.

“What happened between you two?”

You lean forward, holding your breath. Surely Spider-man will say that you overreacted and were the bitch most people on the internet seem to think you are. It’ll cement your belief that he’s a giant jerk and you’ll be able to go about your day feeling a little better about this whole situation.

“I messed up,” Spider-man explains, sounding sadder than he has a right to. “And I don’t blame her for being mad at me. I’d be pretty mad at me, too.”

“What did you do?” someone else shouts.

For a moment, you think Spider-man meets your eyes and you jerk back, accidentally falling into somebody else. It cuts off Spider-man, who was saying, “It doesn’t really matter what I did. I’m just really sorry and I want her to know, even if she doesn’t forgive me—”

“Watch it!” the person snaps, yanking your sweatshirt in anger. The hood slips off your head and their eyes widen. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry—”

“She’s right here!” another person who’d watched the commotion shouts. “Look, Spider-man, you can apologize to her—”

The crowd starts to scream, looking for you, and you shove your hood back up and keep up with the commotion.

“Y/N!” Spider-man shouts, his voice cracking. “Please just talk to me?”

Pull yourself together, you think viciously. You’re acting like a total idiot in public.

And you don’t look back.

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“No. Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, come on.”

“I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.”

“We need you.”

“You have him.”

“Yeah, but we also need you.”

“I have plans for today.”

“Really?” your dad crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “And what are those?”

You cross your arms right back and don’t respond. You both know you don’t have any plans for today, but you’d rather do nothing than go on a mission with half of the team including Spider-man.

“I’m sure he asked you to include me?”

Tony scuffs his foot on the ground.

“Not a chance.” You shake your head.

“Look, is now really the best time to be arguing about this?” Natasha puts in, tapping her foot impatiently. “Parker and Cap are handling this mutant fine at the moment but his friend is coming. They can’t handle two of them.”

You roll your eyes. “You two can go. You’re highly skilled and experienced—”

“And one of them is a lava monster,” your dad interrupts.

“Exactly, so my powers will be useless on it.” You shrug.

“But you also won’t get hurt if you draw its fire. Plus, Nat doesn’t have powers at all. Dealing with human criminals is one thing but mutants are a bit much for even her to handle. No offense, Nat.”

The assassin in question raises one eyebrow and doesn’t agree or disagree with your father’s statement. Privately, you think that Nat really could handle at least one of the monsters on her own, depending on the tools she has to work with. But you digress.

“I hate you,” you try.

“Love you too, honey.” Your dad kisses your forehead for the first time in a month. “Your suit is in the jet. Can we get going, please?”

Okay, you will admit that maybe you underestimated these two mutants. One has heat-based powers, just like you, and flickers between a human form and a human-shaped pile of lava. The other seems merely to have super strength and is trading blows with Captain America like it’s a friendly sparring session.

You narrow your eyes and assess the battlefield from your perch in the jet. “Okay, so we obviously need to get the civilians out of here. Nat, you can handle that, right?”

The red-haired assassin nods her head.

“And I can distract the fire thing,” you decide. Anticipation curdles your stomach though it’s less at the fight and more at the thought of seeing Spider-man again—he is the one fighting that monster, after all, and dodging its streams of fire quite spectacularly, though you’d never tell him so. “We just need to knock it out when it’s in its human form. Dad, you can help Steve, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes you and you roll your eyes. “Everybody ready?”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as the jet lowers just enough for you to leap out of it, Tony in his suit with Nat clinging onto his back just behind you.

You slam into the lava monster, knocking it off its feet and tumbling a few feet away, your teeth clanking at the impact. Through your earpiece, you hear Cap greeting Nat and Tony, before a significantly higher male voice pierces your eardrums.

“Y/N?”

You wince and look up. Peter’s staring at you, and though his mask is on, you can tell that his mouth is open with shock. Though his exclamation was loud, it was also comforting. You’d missed him more than you care to admit.

“Underoos, pay attention!” your father barks and Peter looks at the lava monster and shrieks (you make a mental note to tease him about that later) before leaping into the air and avoiding a stream of lava that would have melted him instantly.

“Inferno,” the lava mutant hisses, eyes flickering between gaping black rock pits and dark human eyes. Both appearances convey her hatred for you clearly. “You can’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, well, ditto,” you respond. “And, for your information, fire isn’t my only power, thank you very much.”

The mutant holds up her hand and a stream of lava flies toward you, hitting your skin and sliding to the ground before it hardens instantly. “You’re a mutant against your will just like me,” the lava mutant hisses. “Join us. Help us take revenge against those who wronged us.”

Peter shoots a web that disintegrates a foot in front of the mutant. The air around her is so hot it’s wavering like a mirage. Powerless against the mutant, he looks at you.

“Look, I get getting revenge,” you say. You press a hand to your ear and mutter, “Shock web when she’s human.” You continue louder, “I got my own revenge. But I didn’t do it by hurting innocent civilians. In fact, my father did it so Killian wouldn’t hurt anybody else.”

“They don’t understand our pain,” the mutant hisses. She flickers and Spider-man twitches but he was too slow and continues to creep out of the mutant’s line of vision. With her eyes fixed on you, she doesn’t seem to care. “Only we do.”

“I know,” you say soothingly. You hold your palm up to the sky and let a little flame dance over your palm. “I know it hurts. I was in pain for days straight when Killian gave me the serum. But this isn’t the way to get your revenge.”

This time, when the mutant flickers, she remains in her human form for a second longer. You smile smugly.

“We’re the same,” you say soothingly. “I know just how it feels.”

“I can’t stop now,” the mutant hisses. “They’ll lock me up.”

“They locked me up too, and I didn’t even do anything,” you point out. “But when you get out, I can help you.”

She drops the lava monster guise and looks at you wondrously.

You wince when Peter’s shock web hits her in the back. She makes a sort of choked noise before keeling over. Something fragile inside you fractures as you see what you could have been. There’s a little too much of you inside that mutant.

The other mutant roars with anger and you turn, ready to burn it. But its anger is aimed at Spider-man, who landed the final blow, and he sweeps Cap and Tony away, throwing them into nearby rubble.

You dart in front of the monster and ready your fists, even if his biceps are bigger than your waist. He shoves you away and the breath leaves your lungs but you still manage to cling onto his arm like a koala and summon the anger to the surface. Your body goes white-hot in seconds and the second mutant roars with pain and slams his arm into the ground.

You feel your spine crack in multiple places as well as your tailbone—and your neck.

“Y/N!” Peter bellows when you don’t move. “NO!”

Something wet trickles down your neck as the bones arrange themselves back into place and you sit up, tears slipping from your eyes as you do so. Now you’re pissed off.

The mutant’s arm, you can see, has a nasty-looking burn on it in the shape of your body. You relish the sight of it as you take a running start at the mutant, plowing into his back and sending him flying, landing on the ground and skidding a few feet. Since you’re half his height, it must have been a comical sight.

Peter lands in front of you and holds out his hand, which you notice is shaking. “Are you okay?”

You don’t nod your head. You’re scared that just moving it will break your back again. You might have broken your arm and ankle before, but never your neck and back. You’re going to have nightmares about it for weeks to come, you already know.

“You can cool down now,” he says softly. You realize you’re still glowing white-hot.

With a strangled sob, you let go of the anger-heat and fall into his arms, squeezing him so hard you’re sure he would have a few broken ribs if he wasn’t enhanced.

“How bad did he hurt you?” Peter asks, one hand rubbing up and down your back.

“It would have killed anyone except me,” you whisper back. And that’s all you have to say on the subject. You move to step back from him and gasp. The mutant is up and angrier than ever. He’s picking up a chunk of plaster with a few copper wires protruding from its multiple sides. He’s hoisting it above his head. And he’s throwing it at you two.

You hear multiple screams as you shove Peter out of the way, but the ginormous rock hits you in the stomach. As if in slow motion, you flip backwards, the plaster rolling with you, and hit the ground, skidding a bit. The plaster still sits on your stomach, making it nearly impossible to breathe, which means you don’t have the strength to push it off of you.

Oh God. Asphyxiation is one thing the serum can’t help you with. For the first time in your life, you might actually die from an injury.

You weakly wiggle, trying to get the plaster to tip off of you, but that causes a stinging sensation in your sternum that’s almost unbearable. Your back is getting wet. One of the copper wires must have entered your stomach.

You try to suck in a breath but barely get more than a gasp. The effort makes you cough, your throat tasting metallic.

The serum can’t work if I can’t breathe, you distantly realize. It’s a part of my bodily functions now, but my body can’t function at all without oxygen.

So you’re going to die. It’s as simple as that.

This time, when you suck in a breath, you cough on a liquid in your throat, choking as you can’t get any air in and becoming more panicked as your vision becomes more blurry. You try to blow the liquid out of your throat but you don’t have enough strength to blow hard, so all that happens is that you’re completely out of air now. You thrash on the ground but the plaster refuses to move.

Your vision goes dark. Your stomach drops. Is this it? Are you going to die now? You never even got to make up with Peter, which you now realize you’d wanted to do all along.

Then the weight on your stomach lifts and you suck in a shuddering breath that just makes you cough and choke more. The darkness lifts from your vision, making you squint and realize that someone had been standing over you and lifted the plaster from your stomach.

The person turns you over onto your side and you spit blood out of your mouth as the pain in your stomach begins to abate. When you finally suck in a shuddering breath that clears your vision, hands cradle your face and you look up into Peter’s face. It’s a bit screwed up because he’s crying.

You blink slowly at him.

“Oh, my God,” he says as though from a long way away. “I thought you were going to die. Are you still bleeding? Can you breathe? Are you all right? Do you have brain damage? Wait, are you dead? Y/N, can you hear me?” He shakes you. His voice gets higher. “Y/N, you gotta respond to me or I’m gonna think you’re dead! Are you dead?”

You cough, splattering his face with more blood and mucus, and his lips thin as he wipes it off.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Your mask,” you croak weakly. Your eyes widen with realization. “Oh, God, your mask, Peter, people are gonna see you—”

“Thank God you’re all right,” he breathes, gathering you into a tight hug that has you gasping for air. His splayed hands on your back move up and down, probing for holes. “I think you’re okay.” He begins to rock back and forth, still holding you in his arms. “I thought you were going to die.”

Weakly, you wrap your arms around him and squeeze as hard as you can. You’re already feeling better. “Peter Parker, did you just save my life?”

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pulls back, beaming at you even though he’s still crying.

“I guess,” you say mock-reluctantly.

“Thank God,” he breathes. “Y/N, I like you.”

“What?” You blink.

“It’s all right if you don’t say it back,” he says, rushed. “Or if you don’t feel the same way at all. I just thought you should know.”

“No, I—”

“Y/N!”

Tony sweeps you off your feet, twirling you in a circle. “Oh my God, baby, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” you reply but don’t push him away. “Peter saved me.”

Tony picks up Peter’s discarded mask and shoves it into his favorite intern’s hands before sweeping him into the group hug too. “Does this mean you don’t hate him anymore?” he asks, beaming.

Peter pulls his mask on and turns away. You glance after him, frowning.

“What?” Tony asks, deflating. “Do you really still hate him?”

You tap Spider-man on the shoulder. Peter shrugs and says without looking back, “It’s fine, Y/N. I shouldn’t have expected anything else, considering what I did to you—”

You spin him around, lift his mask up to his nose, and fit your mouth against his.

When you pull back, his mouth stays open as he gapes at you.

“I never said I didn’t feel the same way,” you say, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Seriously?” he squeals. Then he coughs and lowers his voice. “I mean, uh—seriously?”

You shake your head and smile before planting your lips on his again. And that’s how the media finds you two. And the internet kind of explodes for the next two hours. It turns out a lot of people have been shipping you two for a while now.

Inferno Taglist:

@paullrud @eridanuswave @loveissupernatural @moistpotatobear @oh-annaa

Peter Parker x Reader Taglist:

@iconicbabesss

Forever Taglist:

@lemirabitur @annymcervantes @queenmissfit @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret @iksey @thehyperactiveteen @luxmoonlight

[mxadrian779]

It really sucks when you find out someone you thought was a friend (or at least a good acquaintance) is actually a pretty trashy person.

Okay, let me build up the backstory. Almost seven years ago, I created a niche political page. I tended it alone for about a year before enlisting the help of a second admin. In comes this guy we'll call Richard. Richard and I got along decently. We shared a lot of thoughts and identities. I thought he helped me with the page considerably. He helped tend the page with me for about two years or so. We chatted a lot, and I really liked him. Then things start getting weird between us. Richard seems to start getting weird. There's stuff going on in his life, divorce and whatnot. I get a notice that the page we had was scheduled to be deleted within seven days. I loved my page; I certainly didn't schedule it for deletion. I ask Richard, who swears he didn't and blames his ex-husband, whom he insists must have hacked his account. I don't know who to believe, although I am certainly more suspicious of Richard than of his ex. I remove the deletion schedule, and bump Richard's page access down—basically, I took away his power and control over my page. Things are okay, kind of. The stuff Richard posts to the page is half decent and half questionable. Then he posts a swastika picture, a meme comparison of some current figure to a past Nazi figure with a swastika flag in the background. I wasn't aware of the post at the time; I was busy with school. I only heard of it when my stalker elsewhere online started circulating news of that post (my stalker watches every one of my online pages and presences) and calling me antisemitic—because of something I didn't post and wasn't even aware was posted! I immediately track down that post and remove it, and talk to Richard about it. He claims innocence and dodges the matter. I don't remember what else went on between us, but I certainly remember him being vague and dodgy about it, even after I told him what a shitty thing that was, and told him to at least consider the image that post projects. He didn't care.

(edit: looking back at my messages to him and finding a host of other problems that happened at once. I wanted to address them but he just ignored me. Transphobia, the swastika post, and he'd made some crude sexual posts, as well.)

 Now, I don't remember the exact timeline of events, but this was coming to a head about two years ago, when I was coming out of my transphobia. Richard had made a few transphobic posts on the page over its lifetime, which I didn't protest then. But then I started to see its shittiness and started deleting it all. I tried to open a discussion about it with him, like, “hey, what's up with this stuff?” kind of thing. Richard ignored me. A little later, I removed him from the page completely, which he didn't protest or maybe even notice. Richard was no longer an admin, but I spent the next few months cleaning up his messes and remaking the tone of the page. I tried to track down his old crappy posts and delete them. I know there must be many more, but they're buried beyond reach. I made it clear on the page that we are no longer to be transphobic, and that we are to be welcoming instead of mocking. I ran solo for a long time, afraid to enlist another admin and another Richard.

 A few years ago, before anything went sour, Richard decided we should have a group counterpart, which he created and added me as an admin. I was hardly active with it, though, more focused on the page part. I was last in the group three years ago—my last post. The group fell inactive and I stopped caring about it, especially when I started seeing what a richard Richard was.

Recently, this group came back to the fore when one of the other people Richard enlisted as an admin came back and started poking around. He took issue with what I had posted three years ago, and flew into all these weird accusations about it. He questioned my integrity and my identity, and said I shouldn't be an admin there. He especially didn't like when I told him I was transgender (he said something derogatory about me being a woman or something, so I countered). I private messaged Richard, and said, “What's going on with the group (i.e., this asshole)?” He replied that he'll handle it. I wish I took record of exactly what was said in the group by the other guy, but that wasn't on my mind. I'll finish this off with the transcript of our messages.

>me

>>him

 >Okay, what's going on with the group?

 >>I have no idea. [he] messaged me about your post im reading it now. But i dont particularly see anything controversial

 >It's so old xD I don't get the sudden action and the “I don't think you should be an admin”

 >>Think he just wants my attention...:P

Ill tend to him

I didnt know your not a woman

 >I'm female, but I don't identify as a woman.

 >>K well.. he says and I agree thats [accusation]

 >No, it isn't.

 >>And I was having such a pleasent day... haha

Drama queening over a dead group

 >Did

Did you just ban me?

 >>No y

 >I think [the other guy] removed me.

I can't access or even FIND the group.

 >>Dont worry about it. Were chatting ill take care of u in a min

And dont talk to him... shes just in a mood. This a mans job

 >? [I have no idea which of those was intended for me]

 >>Sigh... just let the men talk thats all you gotta do. RN

 >Uh, okay then, I'll let the penises talk.

 >>Lol

>> […]

>>Ok weve decided to reinvent the group and its gonna be male exclusive

 >Why??

 >>Because its a dead group anyway and if we reinvent it we can just say its been here for years. Also engage gay men in intellectual discussion and dialouge

Which isnt something woman are not typically interested in anyway

 >Only cismen are interested in intellectual discussion? Wow, seriously dude?

 >>Yeah actually. Its true. But ill let you know if theres something interesting going on in it :)

 >No, it actually isn't, and I didn't have you pegged as a sexist turd. Don't bother. I'm not interested in whatever Grindr knockoff you're going to turn the group into.

I can't believe you're doing this. We used to be a team. You wouldn't even have had the platform without me and the page, and you're just going to turn around and betray me like this?

 >>Its a dead group hun. Buisness comes first... also didnt need page platform for anything. Actually thats what killed it imo

Also no its not grinder. Its for intellectual dialouge and discussion.

We smoke cigars and drink brandy like men. And its a beaitiful thing

 And that's that. Richard is gone. I feel betrayed, but I don't know what I'm entitled to feel when I wasn't that close with him for the last few years anyway. He was married to a man and for all intents and purposes, he bills himself as gay, but he recently had a very strong and public relationship with a woman and got close to her son. Apparently that relationship is no more, and he still calls himself gay. Meanwhile, his page is full of questionable things. I haven't been keeping track of him, but he had recently started cropping up on my feed again. One of his posts said something to the effect of “the country went to crap when we gave women and minorities the vote” and it's just like WOW ARE YOU KIDDING ME. How was I EVER friends with this dude??

[journeysintowebcomics]

Homestuck Liveblogs #166

UPDATE 166: There Were Thousands of Words

Last time everyone had gathered at the platform where they’d enter the new universe...if they had one! Because despite things going better in this timeline, the game hasn’t been won yet, all the villains are still free and ready to cause trouble. It’s dialogue time, though, so let’s continue. There are five more conversations left for me to read.

At least Vriska is giving some time for everyone to relax for a moment and talk, instead of going straight to the strategy meeting. Maybe she has stopped playing just for a win...no, no way. But at least she’s giving time to just sit and talk.

TEREZI: 1 DON'T KNOW HOW 1 WOULD H4V3 L1V3D W1TH MYS3LF 1F 1 H4D... GON3 THROUGH W1TH 1T 

You don’t want to know. I think you’d be disgusted with yourself. Thank goodness John was around and trolls are very enduring, who knows how things would have gone if Terezi had bled to death before being able to give John instructions.

TEREZI: 1 GU3SS W3 STUCK TO OURS3LV3S MOSTLY  TEREZI: 4ND ROS3 4ND K4N4Y4 W3R3 4LL... YOU KNOW  TEREZI: SO TH4T L3FT TH3M 4ND TH31R CUT3 M4YOR S1D3K1CK TO...  TEREZI: SORT TH1NGS OUT 4MONGST 34CH OTH3R? W1THOUT 1NT3RF3R3NC3 FROM 4 BUNCH OF CR4ZY FUCK3D UP G1RLS  TEREZI: 1'M H4PPY FOR TH3M  TEREZI: 4ND... FOR M3 TOO  TEREZI: 1F YOU H4DN'T B33N 4ROUND, 1 H4V3 4 F33L1NG 1 WOULD H4V3 GOTT3N SUCK3D 1NTO SOM3 W31RD BULLSH1T W1TH BOTH OF TH3M 

Sounds accurate, and it aligns with a few messages I got pointing that out. They all have a point, yeah. I never expected Dave and Karkat would get as close as they did. Good for them!

Terezi feels strange that they’ll fight the bad guys without Vriska’s help, who I’m completely sure wouldn’t want to not take part of a good skirmish with the antagonists. I don’t know yet what she’s going to do, but I’m sure it’ll be important and significant. There’s no way she’d let it be any less than that. Terezi is also feeling pressured to the best Terezi ever, you know, since another version of her sacrificed herself so she’d be better in many ways. Hm. Well, at least now she has the support not only of John, but also of Vriska. With some luck this won’t go into a spiral of self-loathing like it happened to the other Terezi. Aranea’s absence will help with that, too, no speeches and cunning convincing at all in favor of throwing away the blindness.

Well that was a nice conversation! It’s nice to see Vriska being supportive. Then again, she’s Terezi’s moirail, that’s kind of the moirail’s duty. Still, Terezi needed to hear all that, so yeah, that’s good. Too bad that Vriska’s empathy doesn’t translate to other people, especially since right after such supportive words to Terezi Vriska proceeded to trash Tavrosprite and Jake. Next conversation is with Roxy, Dave and Rose.

Kanaya leaves, leaving Dave to talk with his family. With some luck it’ll have zero Freudian and oedipal slip-ups, but I’m not holding my breath here. Dave is not very good at keeping his mouth shut, hah! Especially when Roxy is very okay with being called mom, despite how weird Rose and Dave think it’d be.

Roxy and Dave are two people I didn’t know I wanted to see in a conversation. They both have the same propensity to weird sentences and strange metaphors, all thrown in fast-paced lines. It’s going to be like another language if they keep going, poor Rose is going to be sidelined so hard here.

DAVE: so  DAVE: you are my biological mother  ROXY: yes  DAVE: and roses  ROXY: yes  DAVE: and therefore bear at least partial and like biologically incidental responsibility for why we are both so fucked up  ROXY: yes  DAVE: but you yourself are a paradox clone  ROXY: um... i guess?  DAVE: which means  DAVE: you didnt even have bio parents  DAVE: you originated from yourself  ROXY: guess so!  DAVE: so you really dont have anyone to blame for who you are except weirdly and paradoxically yourself  ROXY: um.. y.. yes?  ROSE: Dave. 

Dave, you managed to make it all sound so weird and almost accusatory. The nice moment crashed and burned, and I don’t think anyone will be able to retrieve the black box of this airplane to see how exactly you screwed up so hard. He apologizers and reveals this way a way to try to find out about Dirk’s upbringing – and his self in the new human universe – but backtracks at the last moment.

DAVE: depends on if you want to keep sitting in this goddamn pan  ROXY: hmm i dunno  ROXY: maybe our asses are gettin too hot  DAVE: maybe you should speak for yourself  ROSE: DAVE!  DAVE: SHIT  ROXY: lol 

I knew it! It didn’t take not even five minutes before it happened!

They quickly find a few similarities between their lives, mostly about how lonely they were, only having people to talk with through the Internet. At least they’re having fun talking about their hobbies, and Dave sounds genuinely interested about knowing Roxy better. Soon it’s Dave’s turn to give answers. She’s hella impressed with how Rose and Dave reached god tier status. She’s also prone to asking about Dave’s love life. Hoh, too bad this Dave doesn’t remember saying Jane was hot.

DAVE: awesome thanks mom  DAVE: roxy i mean  ROSE: Dave, even I'm having less trouble referring to Roxy by her name consistently, and I was the one who grew up knowing her as my literal mother.  ROSE: What is going on with you? 

He wanted a mom, I guess. I mean, he grew with pretty much no female influence in his life, I can’t rule out that during quite some time Dave wanted to have a maternal figure in his life, and now there it is, and although Dave really doesn’t want to think of her as his mother, he still slips a lot about that. Well, there’s also that like I said Dave has a terrible brain-to-mouth filter. He’s going to call Roxy ‘mom’ a few hundred more times before he stops for good.

DAVE: see rose yall worrying about nothing as usual  DAVE: moms fine with it  DAVE: moxy  ROXY: snort  DAVE: i mean  DAVE: romy  DAVE: mommy  DAVE: wait fuck  DAVE: ok that one was fucked up  DAVE: lets make sure i never ever fucking say that again 

Rose’s going to have a field day with this conversation.

The conversation turns to what these kids would have done if they hadn’t, you know, brought the end of the world with a game and all that. Dave may have gone into paleontology, which is a profession I don’t think many would have imagined Dave would have. Then again, he has a hobby of collecting dead stuff, so there’s a precedent. Rose...hm, maybe she really would have gone for psychology, even though she says she’d have been satisfied with naming herself a psychologist without going through higher education. I can’t imagine what Roxy would have been if she had lived in a normal world. She’s a smart gal, I’m sure she’d have gotten far in anything she chose, most likely in a scientific profession.

I think Dave likes Vriska very much. There goes Vriska again, butting into other people’s conversations. I guess it’s forgivable, given that Rose was talking about her Sburb quest and Vriska is a Light player too. She’s the one most qualified to say something about it.

VRISKA: I don't have any opinion on whether you do it or not, Rose. That's your 8usiness.  VRISKA: 8ut my advice is, if you see your denizen, just make sure you kill her fast. 

Nevermind, her advice sucks. Talking with the denizen has been very useful for everyone who bothered to do it. Don’t fight your denizen unless it’s necessary for any Choice you need to make, Rose. And then...then this story takes a swerve to the very strange and unexpected.

...the heck? Are there going to be two Rose now? Huh. Well, guess your plan to use the sprites to resurrect anyone slain in the future has been summarily destroyed, Vriska, but this may be good! Rose is smart and now she has sprite knowledge and powers, and given that she was a Seer of Light, I think she may be able to gain some good information and intel. Rosesprite seems to be taking all this rather well, unlike alive Rose. The problem I see here is that this sprite has been prototyped only once. Hmmm...maybe resurrection through sprites isn’t off the table yet, although I really don’t think many would be okay with merging with Rose.

You know what I just realized? That everyone is panicking way too much about touching sprites that have been prototyped only once. It doesn’t seem to me like...those who are destined to be alive and well can be prototyped? I mean, everyone sentient who has been prototyped was dead or slated for death already. John once touched his once-prototyped sprite and nothing happened. Who knows...maybe that was just Hussie not having defined all rules yet.

At least Rosesprite is seeing the boon of newly-gained insight as a mystical guide, even if she’s still confused about this all. The actual alive Rose doesn’t like the new development, calling it stupid. I think it can be useful.

ROSE: I seriously have the DUMBEST arc anyone could conceivably imagine.  DAVE: rose we dont have fuckin "arcs" we are just human beings

I think everyone has arcs, whether they realize it or not. That’s life. It just happens.

So, next: Kanaya, Vriska and Karkat. Why do I have the feeling Kanaya is going to find herself in middle of a shouting match.

Vriska doesn’t understand why some people like to keep their love affairs out of the public sight. Hm, that depends on the person and on the couple. Not everyone is comfortable with showing a romantic relationship to the public, but it’s undeniable sooner or later it’s necessary to reveal it. Given Vriska’s personality, she’s not the type to keep her relationships in secret, so I guess this is a case of her own opinions dyeing her view of the world.

There we go, she’s saying exactly what I said about her personality! It’s so nice when I think I understand a character’s motivation and personality. I’ll just pat my back here and continue reading.

Vriska doesn’t want a relationship in any quadrant other than moirallegiance, at least for the moment. She’s fully committed to the battles to come, and romance would be distracting. Now that’s something I fully agree with. I’m remembering why I like Vriska. Guess Hussie’s growingly clumsy storytelling skills aren’t enough to make me dislike Vriska, as much as I feel compelled to. I’m not exactly a fan of hers anymore, but...she’s okay. That’s it.

The concept of siblings and parents are as unfamiliar and alien to trolls as the concept of ‘incestuous slurry’ and culling being a normal everyday thing is to humans. I like that Hussie touches onto the detail that both cultures differ and acknowledge it aloud, even though they both had enough time to get used to it all.

Karkaroni gets all wounded up about Vriska potentially discussing the plans for the group with Kanaya before the strategy meeting. Guess that there’s always time to tell Vriska when she’s doing something wrong! Not that Vriska would let it happen without rebuttal or any type. Step aside, Kanaya, this may get heated up.

Kanaya and Karkaroni are going to work together. Hm, could it be they’re going to retrieve the tadpole from the center of Jade’s planet?

...no, I don’t think Karkat and Vriska having kismesisitude would work at all. I don’t see any compatibility between them, and if this conversation here was Hussie attempting to set it up by trying to sell to the readers there’s a rivalry at progress here, well, he didn’t succeed at that. I’m not convinced at all. It feels...forced, unenthusiastic, nothing like other kismesisitudes I have seen in Homestuck.

At least Kanaya and Karkaroni may be rekindling their friendship. That’s nice!

Next! ARquius, Vriska, Terezi and Dave. I’m not sure how this’ll go, so let’s take a look. Oh god, this is a lot of red.

ARquius has zero bonding capacity with anyone who isn’t Dirk, apparently. No surprise there, given that Lil’Hal pretty much only got along with Dirk – barely – and Equius has no reason to care about any of the humans around here. Vriska loves that.

Since Gamzee is still locked in the fridge, Dave suggests letting him out to breathe, because being stuffed in that fridge for who knows how long must be getting tiring for him.

DAVE: i know hes complete trash but maybe we should just let him out  DAVE: whats the harm its not like he can cause much trouble  DAVE: we all way outnumber him and have way more powers and shit  TEREZI: UM...  VRISKA: No.

Hell no! Well, it’s pretty much a foregone conclusion that Gamzee is going to get away at some point, take the musical boxes and arrive to Caliborn’s side, because he’s essential for the creation of Lord English, but that doesn’t mean you should make it easier for him to get away! Not that Dave knows it, but still!

Well, no, Vriska has her own idea of how things are going to go. She knows Gamzee has a role in the new universe, so once it’s all created, she plans to just...leave Gamzee inside the fridge floating in the ocean or something, and let paradox space take him where he needs to be. Well I suppose...that’s okay...I doubt anyone would be happy about it, but then again, better to avoid a doomed timeline even after victory.

DAVE: so is johns hot mom awake yet?  ARQUIUSPRITE:                           No  DAVE: i mean  DAVE: not hot mom  DAVE: just mom  DAVE: damn  DAVE: did anyone hear that  TEREZI: Y3S  DAVE: shit 

Haha, here we go! Hey! Rose! Roxy! You have to hear this!

DAVE: how much longer til his hot moms awake  DAVE: mom  DAVE: i mean his  DAVE: not mine  DAVE: his mom not my hot mom  DAVE: my mom i mean  DAVE: fucking hell  DAVE: not my mom his  DAVE: johns hot mom  DAVE: JESUS 

No, really, you’re missing a riot over here!

ROSE: Is Dave saying inappropriate things about John's mother over there?  DAVE: no! 

A+ conversation. Thanks for this gem, Hussie, I owe you one. It has been a while since I enjoyed this much a normal conversation between Homestuck characters. It gets even better when Roxy delivers a passionate approval about Dave’s opinion regarding Jane’s attractiveness, and Terezi doesn’t waste time in letting John know about Dave’s opinion. This is fantastic!

Finally, the last one, it is John and Jake, having the one-on-one conversation they had agreed on. Hopefully John will repair some of the damage Vriska did not too long ago.

John, you’ll love everything the other you did in the alpha universe. Jake is willing to tell it all. These two are getting along rather well! Guess that’s because they’re kind of similar, not just on looks. John is more extroverted and carefree, but in the core he and Jake are more similar than they think.

John wants to meet Dad Crocker. Hm. I wonder how Dad Crocker is going to react to this kid who is, you know, his father in teen form. Guess that after being trapped in this universe and locked in a jail to interact with chess people via social network, this won’t be as strange as it’d be otherwise.

I’m glad to see John is doing everything Vriska didn’t do. Jake was still feeling rather unsure, but John is being supportive in ways Tavrosprite wasn’t. This is why John is the main character in this story, he has this way to support people and be helpful nobody else has. Look at this:

JOHN: i love the god tier pajamas, and yours are badass.  JOHN: you look like a super hero!  JAKE: Really???  JOHN: yes.  JOHN: well...  JOHN: maybe a plucky side kick, at LEAST.  JAKE: Heheheheh.  JOHN: side kicks are really under rated anyway.  JOHN: i think in some cases they might be the real stars.  JOHN: like, you know bat man?  JOHN: truth be told, i think he might just be some kind of gallivanting idiot.  JOHN: he's got all the money and skills in the world, and what does he do?  JOHN: he buys a fancy car to drive around in, then jumps out and starts punching crooks with his bare hands.  JOHN: then, when he gets horn swoggled by a wily clown with NO powers, and a LOT less money, who has to bail him out?  JOHN: his side kick of course.  JAKE: Yeah youre right!  JOHN: what is bat man even trying to prove? being all serious and "cool" looking.  JOHN: his side kick looks like he has a lot more fun, and smacks of confidence and self assurance, trotting around in his underpants.  JOHN: bat man probably doesn't even care much about stopping crime, it's more about walloping thugs and getting to feel cool.  JOHN: if he really cared about stopping bad guys, he'd probably use his fancy money to buy guns, and at LEAST show the criminals he's packing, to make them scared, if not surrender outright.  JOHN: i bet his side kick probably just has to wait for bat man to bungle things up with his stupid karate, and when he gets in trouble, the side kick just guns down all the crooks from a safe distance like a sensible person.  JAKE: Well i do love guns!!!  JAKE: ALSO fisticuffs.  JOHN: see? there you go.  JOHN: you're better than bat man already. 

 John is the best.

Karkaroni talks with the Mayor, and Tavrosprite shows allergy to cats, and that’s all. All conversations are finished! So now it’s time for the strategy meeting, so let’s get that on board. What’s the plan, commander Vriska? It starts with a reminder regarding the villains and their location. It’s nothing we didn’t know already, so for the purpose of keeping this particularly long update shorter than it’d be otherwise, I’ll just say that yeah, we all know there are many Jacks coming – and Dirk too.

Conveniently summarized here.

The plan is that they need to keep the Condesce busy and distracted, although I point Vriska’s way of doing that is by constant attacks. Jade will deal with Bec Noir and the Mendicant. Sounds good to me. Union Jack – neat name, by the way – will be fought by a group that includes Jane as a healer. That sounds good, too. Everyone else who isn’t fighting the others will deal with Jack Noir from the troll session...fine?

To keep Jane moving between the groups, Vriska decides setting portals and ways for her to come and go will be important. That sounds good too. Vriska isn’t doing half-badly with this meeting thing, honestly. She’s having sensible ideas and although her way of talking leaves a lot to be desired, the strategies themselves are good. Rosesprite will aid set up this network of instantaneous transport.

Now, combat roles! The Condesce will need to be fought by people capable of keeping her busy. Both Lalondes – which have a lot of reasons to want the Condesce dead, may I add – volunteer immediately, and John joins them. Kanaya, despite her lack of god tier powers, decides to join too. A chainsaw is a fearsome weapon, that may work. Before that Kanaya will have to do something for Vriska, though.

Jade will try to keep Bec Noir under control – not that she knows that yet – and Dave offers to fight Union Jack, saying that since everything was making lots of noise about him fighting and defeating Lord English, this is the closest thing he can do without fighting the real Lord English. Hm. Not confident yet, Dave?

VRISKA: For what it's worth, I never 8ought into the idea that you were supposed to 8e the one to kill English anyway. 

Wait, wait, let me guess: you’re going to take that honor to yourself, aren’t you? If I’m right...then you’re very easy to predict, Vriska, wow.

Terezi will join Dave in fighting Union Jack, and Dirk may join, too. Think it’s a good idea to get Dave and Dirk in the same team? Dave may get distracted. I think Dirk wouldn’t, but Dave is a completely different matter.

ARquisprite is a loose end right now.

ARQUIUSPRITE:                           Instead I would prefer to blaze my own trail, with my own hooves  ARQUIUSPRITE:   I always wanted to do something really important and heroic 

Wonder if he’d consider ‘being part of Lord English’ important enough. It’s not heroic, but it’s important for the preservation of the timeline.

Vriska, it’d be fantastic if you stopped being a slimy pile of condescension already. Thank you. Karkaroni, Jake and Tavrosprite will do what they need to do with the Jack from the troll session, even if it makes Karkat unhappy to be considered ‘one of the dregs’. No, I was wrong, Karkaroni will have to work with Kanaya in their mission. So Jake and Tavrosprite will have to do it by themselves? I’m not sure about this...not to insult Jake or anything, but one person against sixteen is kind of uneven.

Vriska, it’d also be fantastic if you stopped patting your back so hard. You’re going to shatter your spine if you say another paragraph of praises to yourself.

Karkaroni and Kanaya’s duty is pretty much what they had to do in the other timeline: go retrieve the tadpole! Yeah, thought so. I don’t think they had time to do that in the other timeline before things started to go awry, and I see nothing that could stop them from achieving it this time. Should be no problem!

John receives Earth in an 8-ball, and is told to give it to Jade later. Fixing that planet once the universe is created will be important. I’m still pretty amazed Earth could fit in a wallet.

So that’s the end of the strategy session. It was okay, I guess. My opinion of Vriska’s role in all this degraded more and more the longer this went by, honestly. I’m glad it’s over.

JOHN: vriska, what's YOUR part in all this, aside from making all these air tight plans?  JOHN: you've been making it sound like you won't be here when all this happens!  VRISKA: Of course I won't.  VRISKA: I'll 8e off doing something much more important than all this.  VRISKA: I'm traveling to the furthest ring to go kill Lord English. 

Well that was predictable. I’m not even going to feign a look of surprise here, because of course Vriska would claim for herself that fight. Augh. She’s going to take the ghost army, though, so at least she won’t be doing it all by herself.

Everyone forms their groups to start arranging their battle strategies, although Dave doesn’t like to do it without Dirk around to give input or agree about anything. There’s something disrespectful about it. Vriska gets tired of his moping and decides to bring Dirk already into the session. You could have done that long ago? Why wasn’t it done before? Really, I think...I don’t understand why not to bring him before. Dirk is brought into the platform, bouncing around, and that’s it!

And there we go! That’s the end of this update. Quite long, right? There was a lot of dialogue to read, that’s for sure. Thank you for reading this all!

Next update: next time

[weirdgirl-14]

[fire] dnd, anime, youtube

Unpopular Opinion about D&D:    There are some people who are super serious about D&D-- and RP in General-- that I’m just, like, “Dude, chill...”  With RP, I’m very much of an attitude, “It’s just RP/DND.”  Like...don’t get me wrong, I get invested in my RP stuff sometimes, but once I see drama starting out of an RP/DND campaign between the players, I’m just, “OLLY OUTIE” or if someone is doing that in my campaigns, I shut that chit down hard because it dumb.  It’s just a Game.  No need to start getting bitter with each other and feelings.  (I’ve just...this is why I dont’ RP/DND in online groups anymore, and only with friends or people friends introduce me to.) 

Additionally.... I’ve been trying to read up on the original DND worlds, and.....I actually find them boring.   It’s just....plain and bland-- very cookie cutter.  I still like Homebrewing better.

Unpopular Opinion Anime: As much as I joke about being a weeb and, “Anime is Trash/Anime was a Mistake,” in full honesty?  I think Anime needs to be more recognized both as a global cultural aspect--- such communities forming around it-- but also as a recognized art.  We do get a lot of great works of art through anime, some in which that comes to the top of my head: Silent Voice, Full Metal Alchemist: (+ Brotherhood), Naruto (+ Shippuden), My Hero Academia, Once Piece, Neon Envangelion, One Piece, D. Grey Man, Ghost in a Shell, Wolf Children, Tokyo Godfathers, Inuyasha, Dragon Ball, Pop Team Epic, Studio Ghibli Movies and I’m barely tipping the top of the iceberg.

Say what you want--- but there is a lot of good anime out there, and I’m speaking from both of a Story Telling Aspect and a Visual Art Aspect.  We have a lot of dumb Anime, yeah, like Sword Art Online and Aho Girl (which are obvious cash-ins or banking on “crude humor” for views), but just because those are “Popular,” doesn’t speak to the whole populus of Anime.  There’s some real deep, or funny, or interesting commentary.  

There are teachers who comment about not wanting to have their students art or story writing to be influenced by Anime.  Why not?  I started off as a Weeaboo--- not a weeb, a Weeaboo.  My Art was ONLY anime for a while--- but it encouraged me to find my own style.  It encourage to explore different styles of writing and storytelling that may not have the same nuances as Western Story Telling methods. (Although Anime, too, was influenced by Disney + Japanese culture).  We’re being a Globalized, so we’re going to be exposed to many influences.  There is nothing wrong with Anime and learning from it--- we’re always learning from something and then building upon it.  Anime should be seen as Legitimate.  We recognized Western Cartoons as “Stylized forms of Art,” but shame people who draw Anime--- which is also a stylized form of art.  I don’t trust.

Anime, too, introduces a variety of culture to people-- again, we’re globalizing.  Sure, Weeaboos tend to, unfortunately, culturally appropriate before we realize (actual Japanese living in Japanese, however, acknowledges it as, “Oh! They’re trying their best to show their appreciation!” whereas in American-Context, its a negative connotation for us).  Regardless--- again, we all start somewhere,  I was introduced to Japanese Culture through Anime--- and I was a Weeaboo, unfortunately culturally appropriating before actually diving down into research and learning more and the rights and wrongs.  I think it’s good to encourage to learn.  Heck, Anime does it--- you could claim that they appropriate French and English culture (#Aesthetics), but they’re also learning and growing from it, too.  Again, we’re globalizing.  I don’t think that it should be discouraged-- but encourage people to educate themselves beyond what a T.V show provides. 

Unpopular Opinion Youtube: 

Youtube is a Vacuum.  As someone who is becoming a Youtuber (in the sense of using it as a platform for various media creative stuff), I think Youtube’s Algorithm is dumb, I don’t think people should bank and rely on it as a way to “Get Discovered,” especially now that it’s starting to cater to big companies and corporations. 

I think that Youtube is a great place to share your content--- but I think you shouldn’t also fully blame the Algorithm (which does suck) for not getting the views you want or for lack of being discovered.  I think you have to approach it in a similar manner in which you do in the way you self publish a book: you are your own agent, you need to get out there and advertise yourself on multiple platforms.  You have to constantly share and refer people to your channel.  I think that on one hand, a lot of problems are Youtubes Fault, but I think there’s still ways to bypass it? 

I think Youtube is gonna fall apart just like most Social Media will because of Big Companies.  I’m still gonna use Youtube because I sold My Soul.  I think it should still be heavily monitored for kids because there’s some jacked up crud on Youtube that should be flagged but isn’t (like a lot of social media).  Youtube is a Complex Mess. 

I honestly don’t know if any of this are Unpopular Opinions.....