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iheartpeppino · 4 months ago

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More Pizza My Heart character profiles for you guys. Here are Peppino, Melissa, and Pizzahead, in that order:

Giuseppe “Peppino” Spaghetti II:

Our main protagonist, Peppino meets his biggest fan in the form of Melissa Monotoli and falls in love with her. However, his relationship with her has notable hindrances: namely, Melissa's disapproving father, Giovanni Monotoli, and Pizzahead, who is seemingly competing for her affections.

Peppino is currently in his early 50's, about 13 years older than Melissa and Pizzahead, who are the same age. Peppino is very romantic and flirty towards Melissa, rarely getting angry or upset with her and greatly enjoying every moment of her company. Melissa, in return, is very loving and sweet to Peppino, even if she's not the most confident person there is. As a self-described “love freak”, Melissa is just as much of a romantic as Peppino, if not more so. The two of them dream of getting married someday.

Peppino is unaware that Pizzahead is in love with him too, but those insults he likes hurling at Peppino sound an awful lot like flirting… Peppino is very confused by the mixed messages Pizzahead is sending, but mostly he's frustrated and DONE with his bullshit, and he sincerely wishes he'd stop flirting with Melissa. (“She's MY girlfriend, you pizza shit!”)

Peppino shares a name with his father, and inherited Peppino Pizza – and all his pizza-making skills – from him. Peppino is also a war veteran, having been drafted when he was 25. While serving, a surprise attack from the enemy got every member of Peppino's platoon killed. Peppino, who had yet to discover he was immortal, was the only survivor. The experience deeply traumatized him and left him with survivor's guilt. To this day, thunder, fireworks, and other similarly loud noises trigger his PTSD. He also can't stand anything that reminds him of death.

Before he was drafted, Peppino also had a brief history with Totino the Pizza Boy. Peppino, who is an astonishingly good actor, played the role of Pizza Boy's arch-nemesis, the Chef Raider, for a video game based on the Pizza Boy franchise called “Pizza Boy Tower”. Totino and Peppino had filmed a lot of scenes together for the game, and they had a lot of fun doing it. (It was especially fun for Peppino because he felt like a wrestler playing a heel character.) Totino was only a child back then, so at the time, Peppino viewed him like an adorable kid brother. Now that Pizzahead is grown up and evil, however, Peppino is sickened by how much he's changed for the worse, and wishes he'd never met him at all.

Melissa Elizabeth Monotoli:

The love interest of our story, Melissa works as a glorified security guard looking after her rich parents' old mansion and all the treasures inside it. Melissa is autistic, has ADHD, and PTSD from her childhood… all ingredients that make her a very anxious wreck who can't hold down a normal job, hence why she works for her parents. Although Melissa lives a very fortunate and comfortable life, her anxiety won't let her enjoy it.

Melissa finds out about Peppino from watching Pizzahead's Pizza Tower broadcast, falling in love with his feats of strength, speed, and bravery. A year later, she finally works up the courage to meet Peppino in person, and there are sparks between them. However, it's not long before her old childhood friend, Pizzahead, worms his way back into her life after 31 years, causing trouble for her and Peppino.

Melissa was friends with Totino the Pizza Boy when she was a child, and now that he's grown up into Pizzahead, she has decidedly mixed feelings. On one hand, she's furious with him for what he did to Peppino, finding his actions unforgivable. (She's even more furious when she finds out what he did to Fake Peppino.) On the other hand, she genuinely misses his friendship, plus she finds him very attractive, but she stubbornly refuses to admit to either of these things because of Peppino.

Melissa is genderfluid, initially appearing in very feminine pink clothes and putting on a cute, high-pitched voice. It's when she puts on her favorite navy blue suit and hat – a gift from her father – that she feels compelled to deepen her voice and act way more confident, cocky, and masculine than normal. Peppino is a bit confused by this at first, but he comes to appreciate this other side to Melissa and even embrace it, going so far as to call her his boyfriend when she's wearing her suit.

Melissa loves Peppino with all her heart, and wants nothing more than to make him feel safe and happy… even if she sometimes feels like she doesn't deserve him.

Totino T. Pizzahead:

Our antagonist, this zany guy used to be friends with Melissa Monotoli when they were both children, as Melissa's father used to be the biggest investor in his old restaurant. However, a traumatic incident during Melissa's eighth birthday party resulted in her fleeing Pizza Boy's Pizz-Pizza in fear, never to see Totino again for another 31 years, as the sight and smell of pizza became a PTSD trigger for her. (She got better, but it took a while.)

Having a colorful past with both Melissa and Peppino, Pizzahead has been spying on both of them for many years, becoming increasingly obsessed with them, falling in love with them, and now plotting to become their third partner through any means available to him. Unfortunately, Pizzahead refuses to let Peppino know how he really feels about him, while he's completely open about his love for Melissa. He pretends to be rivals with Peppino for Melissa's affections, when in reality he just wants both of them. Why does he do this? “To keep things spicy,” apparently.

Pizzahead was originally brought to life by the legendary Pizzamancer, as a commission from the three former CEOs of Pizza Boy's Pizz-Pizza: Celeste DiGiorno (a.k.a. “Mama”), Mike Wilde, and Sam Stouffer. Before they met an unfortunate demise, they raised young Totino the Pizza Boy as their child, training him to become the perfect corporate children's mascot and TV star. They were even more evil than Pizzahead, and were the primary reason he turned out the way he did. Also, because Celeste, Mike and Sam were in a polycule, they're also the reason Pizzahead realized he was polyamorous and pansexual.

Pizzahead, being a living cartoon pizza man, is essentially immortal, just like Peppino. Unlike Peppino, however, he doesn't process pain in quite the same way, and is immune to most of it. Finding out he couldn't die contributed to Pizzahead's descent into madness and evil, giving him an overabundance of confidence that led him to do unspeakable, irresponsible, or just plain stupid things that further led to chaos. These days, it's often up to Pizzahead's more responsible brother, Pizzabro, to clean up Pizzahead's messes.

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yeowangies · 1 year ago

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER VIII: We were somewhere else

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, alcohol drinking. WORDCOUNT: 4423

Summary:

Sometimes it truly feels as if you were somewhere else when you’re with him; you forget the threat that’s coming to Earth, some months from now on.

Notes:

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

The noises and the wind coming from outside wake you up. And you’re confused because you never leave the balcony door open at night.

That’s when you realize Raditz has left. Without saying goodbye.

That has hurt more. While you weren’t expecting him to stay for as long as he had, you deserved at least a few words, a heads up or something.

However, you can’t be mad or upset about anything else. It has been clear that this was only sex and nothing more; as hurt as you are, you have been warned. That nightmare he had the night before probably pushed him towards leaving abruptly anyway.

Neither of you had talked about your lives, but by the little things he had mentioned before, sometimes on purpose, sometimes occasionally, you know it must not have been pretty. A warrior race, with a destroyed homeplanet, and only four survivors; that’s dramatic on its own. But you noticed how alert Raditz was the whole time he was at your place. It was difficult not to. The first two days, you figured he must have been nervous, but as days went by, you realized it was more than that. His life must not have been easy if he was cautious almost the entire time he was with you.

The only exception was when you were having sex, which makes sense, otherwise he wouldn’t enjoy himself. And you’re glad you could tell the difference when he was being genuine, because he was damn good in bed then. And you’d blush just by thinking about it because it became obvious that he likes giving you head, and you couldn’t be more thrilled about it. It was an unexpected quality, and you were thankful for it.

If there’s something that only slightly bothers you, it’s that Raditz only kisses you when he wants to initiate something. But you can’t complain. It was only sex after all.

It has lasted longer than you anticipated, so you feel greedy for wanting more. But it’s not even up to you, if Raditz decides to come back to see you, that’s up to him.

It startles you when you hear him knock on your balcony door one night. You know it’s him without checking, because who else would do that?

“I shouldn’t even let you in,” You say when you open the window. “After you left without even saying goodbye. Two months ago.”

Raditz is standing there, tall and big as always, and looking incredibly amused at your words. But he’s also just wearing his boxers, and that’s terribly distracting.

“I didn’t think that was part of our arrangement.” He says with a smirk.

“It’s not, it’s called ‘being nice’.”

“I am not nice.” He scoffs like he’s been insulted.

“You had been nice to me the last time you were here.”

“Because we were fucking.”

“Is that the only reason? You’re nice because we have sex?” You arch an eyebrow, slightly offended.

Raditz stares at you for a long moment. You guess he’s just going to say that yes, that’s why he is somewhat good to you, but you’re not even sure if he’s thinking about that the more he keeps his gaze on you.

“You have treated me well, even before we started having sex.” He looks serious as he speaks, and you nod, accepting his words.

“At least say goodbye when you leave?”

“Fine.”

You let him in, closing the door, once again checking him out. It’s difficult seeing him with so little clothes and not touching him. You could, but you don’t want to take this first step.

“What happened to you?” You ask him, signaling his lack of attire.

“The clothes you humans wear are uncomfortable.”

“So you just go around naked?”

“I’m not naked.”

“…Fair enough. Do you need a shower?” For once he doesn’t actually smell bad, but you’re not sure how clean he can get when he’s in the middle of the woods.

“By your standards, I probably do.” Raditz chuckles, and you roll your eyes.

You prepare the bathroom for him like you regularly do, and you realize you don’t actually have clothes for him to wear this time. Seeing him walk around in your apartment with just a towel sounds like hell, but it’s infinitely better than seeing him completely naked. Usually you’d be thrilled to see him with absolutely no clothes all the time, but you’re also very aware that he can pummel you hard for hours without stopping, and you’re only human.

Thankfully, you have a robe that should fit him while you put his underwear in the washing machine.

“This is uncomfortable.” Raditz says, walking into the living room to find you sitting on the couch. It looks weird on him, and you can’t help a snicker escaping your lips. “Wearing nothing is better than this.”

“You’re not walking around naked in here!”

“Why not? You’ve seen me naked.”

“Just. Don’t, ok?”

“Fine.” He chuckles.

You glare at him briefly as he sits on the other side of the couch, draping an arm on the back.

“Have you eaten?” He grunts as a yes. “Do you wanna drink something? I don’t have wine like the last few times, but…”

“I’ll have whatever you have. It’s not like I know what the options are here anyway.”

“Bulma gave me a bottle of whisky the other day, but I can’t drink it on my own.”

“You drank more than a bottle of that wine stuff once.”

“That’s different! Whisky is on another level.”

“How so?”

“It’s just heavier, it has a lot more alcohol than other drinks.”

You don’t have tumblers for whisky, so you get two regular glasses, orange juice, ice and the glass bottle Bulma gave to you some days ago. You pour only a bit on a glass for Raditz to try, gazing at him expectantly when he sniffs the glass before drinking it all in one gulp. You gape at him, horrified and impressed, especially because he looks like he just drank a glass of water, completely unfazed.

“A-Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He hands you back the glass. “I want more.”

“Okay… Was it fine like that or do you want ice? Or orange juice?”

“No, just like that.”

“Okay. Neat.”

“Neat?”

“Yeah, it’s what it's called when it’s just pure whisky. Here.” You hand him the glass back, filling it more now that you’ve seen that he doesn’t seem affected by it.

As Raditz drinks, you prepare your own drink, with orange juice and ice.

“Why do you drink it like that? Is it better?”

“Uh, for me, yeah… I like it better like this, if I drink it neat I’ll die.”

“I’m surprised your race has lived for so long if almost anything can kill you.”

“We like living on the edge.” You laugh after taking a small sip.

“Particularly you. You like sleeping with a dangerous man on your bed.”

“I’m sure a lot of women like that.” You quip, and he quirks an eyebrow. It’s always fun to tease him, he always looks hilariously offended when you compare him to human men.

“So your race is self-destructive.”

“Yeah, like I said, we live on the edge. It’s not like you’re any different.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you go around the universe to find planets you can sell. That’s dangerous enough if I take into account that the Saiyans are a warrior race. One of many, probably.”

“One of many?”

“Maybe not the right words to say, but I’d guess there are other races who are dangerous and powerful too, yes?”

“You’re overstepping.”

Raditz looks tense and not amused anymore by what you’re saying. You pour him more whisky onto his glass as you speak again.

“I don’t want to offend you, but am I wrong?”

“I have treated you well, like you said before, but don’t play me for a fool.”

“I’m not saying you’re weak. I’ve seen Goku too, he’s incredibly strong, even when he couldn’t defeat you. But are Saiyans the strongest race out there?”

“Yes.”

You thin your lips when you see his hardened expression.

“I’m sorry. I’m obviously ignorant since I’ve never been to space.”

“You are.”

You scoff, taking a larger gulp of your second glass.

“Fine, sorry, I don’t even know how to throw a proper punch.” That makes him laugh quietly, and you sigh, relieved he’s not really that angry. “Maybe you can teach me.”

“How to throw a punch?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve known Kakarot for a long time and you’re asking me to teach you?”

“I adore him and everything, but I actually haven’t spent too much time with him. He can’t remain still for more than a few days.”

As you prepare your second drink, you feel Raditz’s eyes on you, so you glance at him briefly before taking a sip.

“What?”

“Has there been anything like this between you and Kakarot?”

“Like what?”

“Like… whatever we have.”

“Oh, no! No, no, he’s cute and all but he’s married! And he’s my friend.”

“Married?”

“Yeah, with the mother of his child. You know, the kid you kidnapped?”

“I remember.” He chuckles, drinking more from his glass. “Married, is that like mating?”

“Uh… Yeah, I guess, it’s when two people decide to spend the rest of their lives together.”

When he doesn’t reply, you look him over. Raditz takes another large gulp of his whisky and you’re not sure how he can still remain unfazed. It must have something to do with being a Saiyan. You’re on your fourth glass by now, and while it’s not neat, you’re aware it’s affecting you. Now that you put your eyes on him, you can’t stop staring; he does look ridiculous with that robe, it’s many sizes smaller than he is, obviously, because nothing would fit him otherwise, but he’s still handsome as hell.

Settling your now empty glass down on the table, you move a little closer to him, your knee touching his thigh.

“Do Saiyan do that too? Spend the rest of their lives with only one person.”

“Some did. It wasn’t common.”

“Commitment issues, huh?”

“No,” Raditz chuckles, eying you carefully as you lean closer. “It simply wasn’t a custom. Anyone could sleep with anyone, whenever they wanted to.”

“Sounds fun.”

When he smirks at you with a playful look in his eyes, you smile, crawling over him and sitting down on his lap with your legs over on one side. He lets you do as you please, gazing at you carefully as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

“I bet you were really popular in space.”

Raditz snorts and drinks what’s left on his glass before you take it from him to put it away on the table.

“You know nothing, indeed.” He jest with no ill intention, and you smile when you see his smirk growing wider.

“Not about space customs, no, but I know other things. You’re really handsome.”

“You’re really plastered, woman.”

“I’m not, I’m just a little on the happy side. I mean, you can ask me anything and I’ll probably tell you the truth-” You gasp, pulling back a little to cover your mouth. “Damn it!”

Raditz laughs, loudly, and your face heats up.

“You aren’t drunk, you say?”

“I’m not! Yo-You haven’t seen me drunk, I’m a lot worse.”

“I want to see that.”

“You really don’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“All the more reason to.”

You tug at his hair when he laughs again. You haven’t heard him laugh so much before and it’s making your chest swell with affection. He may not be drunk but he seems more relaxed than usual; you could swallow him whole.

“What do you plan to do now?” Raditz asks, gazing at you with eyes that turn darker and darker by each passing second.

“What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. “Oh… I really want to kiss you, but I don’t wanna make the first move.”

“Why’s that?” His eyes flicker to your lips when you lick them nervously.

“I… I don’t want you to push me away or something…”

His hand grips the back of head, tangling his fingers in your hair tightly before pushing you towards him, crushing your lips together. You hum, completely pleased with his moves as you wrap your arms firmly around his shoulders, pressing your body to his as hard as you can.

You’ve missed Raditz when he left, but you realize just how much now that you’re kissing him, like you can’t get enough of him. And it makes you all the more excited to know that he’s returning the kisses just as hard, like he’s missed you too.

His hands roam your body through your clothes, tugging and squeezing with enthusiasm while you kiss, tongues intertwining until you’re breathless. You gasp for air as you pull away, yanking at the belt of his robe to get it off. He chuckles as he watches you, struggling to get it open, running your hands over his hardened chest once it’s loose enough. With your help he tugs off your shirt, discarding it somewhere on the floor before yanking down your pants along with your underwear. You kick them off on the floor, settling back on his lap with both of your legs on one side and tugging the robe off his shoulders.

You lean over to kiss Raditz again now that you’re both naked, skin burning when you press your body against his. When you move to straddle him properly, his tail wraps itself around your middle while the hand on your waist keeps you in place, and his other hand parts your legs, better accommodating you on his lap as fingers skim across your inner thighs and go directly towards your entrance.

His tenderness towards you is still a surprise when he gently touches your folds, making you shiver. You kiss him insistently as he starts running his fingers up and down your entrance before rubbing circles against your clit. He has barely started touching you, but you feel weak already, thighs trembling with each stroke in between your legs, making you tighten your hold on his shoulders. A loud moan escapes your lips when he presses one finger inside.

“I’m just getting started,” Raditz purrs with a mischievous grin. “But it looks like you’re going to come already.”

“I just, ah…” You jolt when he pushes in another finger, curling them just right inside you. “I just missed you…”

He chuckles when you kiss him briefly, but you’re too distracted to keep going once he starts sliding his fingers in and out, and pressing his thumb to your clit. His lips slide down your jaw and neck, kissing and biting, and it makes the heat in your belly rapidly grow. It doesn’t help that you feel his hard-on poking your backside, obviously eager for some friction, but he doesn’t try to relieve himself otherwise. Your hips buck into his hand, seeking more, and you whimper when he kisses down your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, I love that…” You moan, cradling his head to your chest.

You feel Raditz’s smirk against your skin, obviously pleased with himself, even more so when you let out a particularly loud whine as his fingers start gaining speed.

He teased you about it, but your climax is just around the corner, and while you don’t really want him to stop, you’ve truly missed him, all of him, for your first orgasm to be this way.

“Wait…” You tug at his hair a little harder than you normally would, pushing at his shoulder with your other hand. “I don’t wanna come like this…”

Raditz pulls back to look at you with hunger clouding his eyes as he lets you straddle his hips this time, holding your waist as you position yourself above him. He pumps his erection a few times before guiding you onto him and rubbing the tip against your entrance. You slowly ease yourself down, sinking onto him, mouth falling open once he’s fully inside you; you haven’t forgotten how big he is, but it still takes your breath away when he’s inside you. He groans loudly, his grip on your waist surely leaving bruises and setting your skin ablaze.

You kiss him hungrily as you wait for your body to get used to him again, cupping his face in your hands.

“You’re so hot, so handsome…” You murmur into his lips, dragging your thumbs across his cheeks.

“I thought you weren’t intoxicated.” Raditz comments with a quiet laugh.

“I’m not saying anything that’s not true, I told you how attractive you are months ago.”

He hums as you keep kissing him, testing the waters and rolling your hips slightly. He had a death grip on your waist, but once you started carefully grinding down on him, he eases his fingers down to your hips before settling on your ass.

“Then I should have told you how alluring you are.” He says, his eyes are fixed on your face with pure unfiltered lust, as he lets you move at your own speed. “Since the moment I saw you.”

“Who’s drunk now?” You pant with a smile. It’s getting increasingly difficult to think with his impressive cock inside you, even when you’re still taking it slow.

When Raditz bucks up with a sly grin, a sharp moan slips from your lips.

“That’s still you.”

Supporting yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you lift your hips, almost pulling out completely before sinking back down swiftly. He growls deeply, his hands on your behind squeezing tightly as you start moving hard and fast.

His eyes close as you start riding him, little puffs of air leaving his lips with a few grunts. You certainly enjoy the view, it’s always a thrill when you get to be on top, but the slight tipsiness is making you look at him through tunnel vision. His dick inside you, reaching all the sensitive spots at once, makes it harder to think about anything else but him.

“I want you, I want you so much.” You moan, leaning down to kiss him fervently. “I missed you…”

Raditz smiles against your lips, kissing you back with the same intensity and squeezing your butt tightly, making your moves falter. You whimper when he suddenly thrusts up with measured purpose, and you see stars behind your lids when his cock hits inside you hard and just right.

He starts meeting your hips every time you sink down, jolts of pleasure pulsing through your body as his dick slides in and out. That tight heat in your abdomen keeps growing, you can feel how close you’re to the edge already. You hold onto him tightly, digging your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still kissing him as if your life depends on it. You want to drag this out a little longer, to be this close to him just for a few more minutes, but you know you can’t when your thighs start trembling and the skin in between your legs tingle.

The fierce pace of his hips leaves you speechless when you come, mouth agape to let out a stuttered moan as your mind goes blank. Pleasure spreads through your body, making it shiver as you desperately cling to him.

Raditz keeps his gaze on your face, watching you come undone and cursing under his breath when you tighten around him. He thrusts into you faster, seeking his own climax and prolonging yours, making you quiver with aftershocks. You slump forward, resting your head on his shoulder and letting him take control now, too overwhelmed to keep up with him.

He wraps his tail around your thigh, squeezing it, and that’s how you can tell he’s getting closer. He growls, holding your hips and thrusting upwards into you roughly, making you jolt. He bites your neck and digs his fingers into your flesh when he comes, filling you with his load up to the brim, and you gasp at the sensation of being so thoroughly full. His cock is pulsing, buried deep inside you, and you hear him groan your name quietly into your skin.

You whimper when Raditz pumps into you a couple of times before he goes completely still. You lay limply against his chest, completely still as you try to catch your breath. When you feel his hands caress your sides, you press a few kisses on his neck.

“Don’t tempt me or you won’t be walking tomorrow.” He murmurs lazily, resting his hands on your behind.

“Promise?” You grin mischievously, earning a gentle slap on your butt.

His tail is still lazily wrapped around your leg, and you take the opportunity to caress it gently. You hear Raditz purr faintly from his chest, and you look up at him just when he pushes your hand away.

“Why are you all so fascinated with my tail?”

“What do you mean?”

“Some other woman also tried to touch it.”

“What? Who?” You pull away a little to look at his face, confused.

“I didn’t care to ask for her name, she was walking near the river when I was there.”

“You didn’t, like, kill her or anything, did you?”

“No.” Raditz chuckles, and you sigh, relieved, leaning your head on his shoulder again. “I just had sex with her.”

“What?” You draw back, pushing yourself away to stare at him. He has a blank expression on his face, he isn’t joking. You frown, feeling something sting in your chest. “When was this?”

“Months ago.” He’s frowning too when he notices how perplexed you look, and he keeps his eyes on your face the further away you retreat. “It was before we kissed for the first time.”

You breathe out loudly, feeling a little reassured, but not for much. It’s hard to know what you feel at the moment with Raditz so close, and his cock still inside you, so you untangle yourself from him, wincing when he slips out. He holds your hips tightly until he notices that you actually want to withdraw from him so he lets go, staring at you carefully.

It was months ago, before you kissed. That should make you less upset, because nothing had happened between you two then.

It shouldn’t upset you at all, though. Because you’re not in a committed relationship. Far from it, actually.

The realization that he might be sleeping with other people suddenly draws on you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Raditz asks, burning holes right through you the more he stares.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Should I have?”

“Well… I…” You trail off, not really sure what’s the right answer. “Are you… having sex with other people? Besides me…”

“No.” He replies after a beat. You remain quiet, avoiding his eyes, which just makes him frown more. “Out with it, woman. If something is bothering you so much you can’t even look at me, you should speak now.”

You know you’re dealing with an alien who doesn’t know about human social cues, but his words still annoy you. The fact that you’re a little tipsy isn’t helping.

“I just… I think you should have told me.”

“Why?”

“Because you should have!”

“Would that have made you change your mind about our arrangement?”

“No! Yes-I don’t know…”

“Then what’s your problem?”

“I don’t know, okay? It just bothers me that you slept with someone and didn’t tell me!”

Raditz growls, obviously angry, though you’re not sure why. He stands up and walks past you, but you grab his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“Why not? You’re obviously distressed, even if you can’t explain to me why.”

“I know, I…” You reach for your shirt, trying to cover yourself once you notice how cold and exposed you feel at the moment. “Did you sleep with other people?”

“I told you no.” He growls, clenching his fists. “Have you?”

“Huh?”

“Slept with other people.”

“No…”

You grab the robe, standing up to put it on his shoulders. The fact that he’s naked is also distracting you from whatever is going on in your head.

“Is that what’s bothering you? That I might sleep with other people?” Raditz asks, turning to look at you. You try your best to keep your eyes on his face and not let them trail downwards when you nod meekly. “I’m not. And I won’t.”

You nod again, averting your eyes to the side. What he said before still stings, and he’s obviously not the smoothest talker either (he has no reason to be after all, not even with you), but you’re pleased with his words nonetheless.

This isn’t a relationship, you repeat in your mind, until Raditz comes closer, bringing you back to the present.

“I don’t want you to sleep with anyone but me.”

“What?”

“I want you to only have sex with me. And I’ll only have sex with you.” Raditz looks completely serious when you gaze at him, without the usual smirk on his face, as you take his words in. “Just give me a warning if-when you decide to end it.”

When.

Right.

Sometimes it truly feels as if you were somewhere else when you’re with him; you forget the threat that’s coming to Earth, some months from now on.

“Okay. I agree.”

Raditz nods, and you sigh, feeling a lot of things at once. You really shouldn’t have drunk more than two glasses.

His tail sliding slowly and gently across your hips makes you jump before you feel his hands carefully bringing you closer to him by the waist. When you don’t make any moves to pull away, he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

You would scream at him for how confusing some of his actions can be if you hadn’t just agreed to have sex with each other exclusively. There isn’t anything confusing about whatever is happening between you and Raditz because you had talked about it explicitly just now, but you’re aware about how fast your heart beats now that he’s kissing you so gently.

You’re drunk, and he’s hot, and his skin burns when he touches you, and you don’t really want to ponder on anything at the moment, you just want to have him close. He grins when you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his as the kiss turns heated, and his hands slide underneath your shirt.

#dbz fanfiction #dbz imagine #dbz fics #raditz x you #raditz x reader #dragon ball z #dbz #raditz #my writing #*bs

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winns-stuff · 2 years ago

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LO RANT:

You know what I just realized? The rant I did for Persephone about her trauma can actually be said for Hades. I know what you’re thinking, “what are you talking about a big chunk of that section was speaking on how Hades’ trauma is treated better than Persephone’s!” which I’m not denying since I did state that, but I only really meant the Kronos stuff that Hades has been suffering through every other season. I’m talking about the relationship with Minthe and Hades.

Listen as much as I relate to and adore Minthe’s character I won’t ever lie or disregard that she was a shitty partner. They both were of course but no one has the right to put their hands on another person and shout all types of insults at them, no matter how much I hate Hades I’m not going to defend stuff like that. But with the presence of his very toxic relationship I think we were genuinely robbed of the effects that it had on him in the long run. We never got to see his thoughts completely and we didn’t get to see how it affected his everyday life, each time there was a toxic panel of Minthe and Hades we got transitioned to the next happy uwu romance scene like nothing ever happened. I’ve never been in a toxic relationship before but I have been through many platonic relationships that were utterly terrible, I know it’s not the same thing nor is it comparable but it’s the only thing I can really speak on that sorta correlates in some way. But toxic relationships, especially those that last a very long time, do indeed affect you and your behaviors you start limiting your emotions and stop doing things that the person you were in that relationship with dislikes. You change yourself entirely since you want to make something out of the scraps that they chose to give you and you’re forced to conform to their ways because you’re under this guise that they care about you and you deceive yourself by giving yourself the comforting thought that “they’d never do this to me” or “we’re friends/lovers so they didn’t mean it” or even “I deserve this treatment.”

These emotions and thoughts could’ve been easily explored during the Minthe arc since especially being a man and being a victim of mistreatment is rare in the media with romantic relationships. This could’ve been a great exploration of mental health issues with men and how getting their feelings and traumas validated should be respected and welcomed within our society, the things that Hades faced would’ve probably reflected that of other experiences that other people faced within similar relationships and it would’ve been a good door for representation for male abuse survivors. But sadly, all of that got overshadowed by the building and foreshadowing of Kronos and Persephone coming into Hades’ life to be the better woman and “heal” him instantly.

Did we see pieces of how Hades was effected by Minthe and the trauma it left him with? Yes, but the thing is we only saw it while we were gathering evidence for Minthe to be season 1’s villain and it felt like it was there for drama only. After Minthe slapped Hades and bruised him no one else should’ve put their hands on one another, I hated how this very serious moment got played for jokes and giggles throughout the comic when it’s obvious that the narrative was trying to argue against stuff like that. I don’t understand why Hades had to immediately be lovey dovey with Persephone as well, something like that happens to you I’m sure the very last thing you’d be worried about is a girl you met a few days ago that you started having feelings for. Maybe instead of that Hecate and Hades had a moment so that he could be properly comforted and talked to in a gentle manner (no I’m not saying use a baby voice or anything but just be a friend??) which would’ve been very powerful and empowering since a lot of men’s traumas do not get validated by others because of the “be a man” stigma. Showing people that men deserve to be sheltered and cared for like a normal human being, especially after something traumatic happened to them, would’ve been adding onto the theme of mens mental health.

Instead of that though we have Hades going over to Hera’s house and seeing Persephone after she lured him outside. Now listen, I understand that maybe he was trying to distract himself from the situation or even trying to forget about it in some way but throughout that whole time Hades never even mentioned or thought about Minthe. He got assaulted physically and a girl he barely knows keeps on touching him and getting close and personal without his content. It would be pretty stressful to deal with and it could’ve went to showcase how much damage this stuff does to people. Abuse is not just something you can forget about entirely to the point it doesn’t exist, you can try but like all trauma it’ll always be there and that’s what Lore Olympus gets wrong every time. They make something traumatic happen with the two characters and only ever validate it to either use it as drama, a plot, or to have a cute moment. And that’s entirely fucked up.

I don’t like how Lore Olympus used Hades being mistreated in his relationship as some one up. “I’m so much better than you because I don’t put my hands on people!” amazing I’m so glad that Persephone is a decent human being but why is that even in the whole “better woman” thing. It’s just weird how they’re using that as some crutch instead of giving the situation the respect it deserves. No one should be putting their hands on anyone and that shouldn’t be something that makes you better that should just be common decency. Same could be said with the whole Hades vs Apollo thing, it’s just depressing honestly that that’s being used as some sort of badge even though the comic should be trying to normalize it. These are normal things, no one should be doing any of that stuff to other people it’s sick and utterly deranged. Stop rewarding the bare minimum.

Anyways, that’s all I really have to say. It’s disappointing that it was used as a way to make a cute uwu moment and I hate how they glamorized it almost immediately after moving on completely. But I’m not surprised since it happens all the time.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical

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ragaposts · 11 months ago

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I'm bored right now, so might as well share my rainworld headcanons! Voice claims will be tomorrow, probably if school doesn't ruin my posting spree.

Survivor !!

Survivor is pretty calm, relaxed and alert.

H/H

He enjoys the quietness of peace, he enjoys more laid-back people to be around, otherwise he might get uncomfortable and uneasy around those who aren't.

He's just a normal dude I would say

Survivor is absolutely protective of his younger sibling, Monk.

Monk !!

Monk is sweet and pure, definition of innocent.

H/H

I don't care about Monk so I don't know what else to say... sorry!

Hunter !!

Hunter is snappy, argumentive and smug.

H/T

Hunter is an old fella, and he's usually going around being grumpy.

He is a very talented hunter, to no surprises. He doesn't take jokes lightly.

He's a gay old man because I said so and I want him to be, yipee!!

Artificer !! (I think that's how you spell it?)

Unpleasant and smug, she makes fun of others and is very judgemental.

S/H

Artificer despises Rivulet. She finds Rivulet as too loud and annoying, constantly getting on her nerves.

Gourmand !!

Fatherly, sweet and absolutely full of care and prosperity.

H/H

He enjoys making food for his colony members and his friends. He is most likely to befriend another creature than to hurt them.

Gourmand is very sympathetic. He feels sorrow for pretty much everyone.

Of course he's daddy material, in both ways I could say.

Gourmand is overall the top family guy, everyone loves him and Noone could hate him!

Rivulet !!

Hyper, scatter-brained, excitable, agile, physically very fragile, positive Gillcat that knows how to defend themselves Verbally and physically!

S/H

Rivulet may seem very stuck-up and annoying when you met her, but deep inside she is a very caring individual, with more motivations in life than most people!

She tries to always stay positive, though she breaks under pressure easily, she remains as joyful as ever!

Rivulet is a joy to be around, constantly cracking up giggly jokes and fun stories. Rivulet could also be described as a sweet, ball of sunshine!

Even though Rivulet may be joyful and seem nice, she is truly a different individual inside. She is very snarky and fiery, quick to judge, and throws insults at the tiniest inconvenience. Overall Rivulet is very defensive, and won't let anyone push her around without a fight!

Rivulet cares deeply, maybe too much, for the ones she loves.

Spearmaster !!

Gloomy, grumpy and socially awkward.

H/H

Spearmaster is more of the quiet, strike first type. He is always ready to defend himself, very alert and trained to withstand harsh conditions and terrains, despite his seemingly "scrawny" build.

Spearmaster prefers the company of himself and the wilderness, but makes sure to spend enough time with his family and friends.

Spearmaster is motivated by strength and ambition, his natural desire to hunt and fight only fuels those motivations more.

For some reason I imagine Spearmaster to be very muscular, more fit to the harsh side of the world where he was placed in.

Saint !!

Grumpy, introverted and slick.

H/T/I

Saint is truly a strange Slugcat. His unusual, creepy desire to stand around places, watching others from a safe distance is enough to scare or freak others out.

I don't care about giving Inv or Nightcat hcs, I'm terribly sorry!

But now into the silly Iterators!!

Five Pebbles / FP / EP

Snappy, strong-willed, regretful, and obsessive, in a protective way.

H/H

Five Pebbles is a younger iterator who usually finds comfort in his most trusted people, but rarely does he ever open up.

He bottles his emotions, until they particically explode.

Five Pebbles is very oddly protective of Moon, even after everything he had done to her.

Past all the anger he felt, he did truly and genuinely love and feel sorrowful for her.

FP is just zesty to me idk why

Looks To The Moon / LTTM / BSM / Moon

Kind-hearted, Tranquill, docile, mature and forgiving.

S/H

Moon is a older generation Iterator, with surprising levels of gentleness and care for other people and creatures.

Moon rarely truly gets mad at others, because she knows the despair and other buried feelings hiding inside others, she knows it wouldn't change anything to push those feelings and fuel them further than they already were.

Moon is an understanding, unique individual. She gets others like no one else does, and most people consider her as a friendly, welcoming source who is always open to chat or vent to, even if she may not know you.

Her Ancients adored her, along with the others. It was like she was created perfect, as if she was the pencial of what others could achieve.

Moon did not like the attention and love of her Anicents very much. Of course, she always stayed quiet and respectful, constantly obedient, and responsible. She did not like the way the Anicents treated the other fellow Iterators, why, if they were the same? Each and every Iterator deserved and needed the love of care from their Anicents, their parents...

Seven Red Suns / SRS

Cynical and causal, wrongly judgemental.

T/H

Seven Red Suns is a complicated iterator, created shortly after Looks To The Moon.

They were treated decently by most of their Anicents and peers, although they weren't quite satisfied with it.

Seven Red Suns is just zesty I guess, I don't like them enough to make anymore hcs of them hhhhh

No Significant Harassment / NSH / SIG

Prankster, laid-back, oddly defensive, coolest, and chillest guy !!

H/H

No Significant Harassment was made shortly after Seven Red Suns. They were raised pretty much together, which meant they were Step-Brothers- or adopted brothers.

No Significant Harassment had always been as cheeky and mischievous, and as he grew up and matured, he stayed no different. He loves throwing out jokes and seeing others laugh.

No Significant Harassment is not the one to be pushed around. He is very defensive and is quick to disapprove of anything negative made of him, even if it was true.

No Significant Harassment is perfectly content with the way his life is!

Sliver Of Straw / SOS

Rude, egotistical, snappy, quick-witted, sharp-tongued.

S/T

Sliver Of Straw was made in between the making of No Significant Harassment. She was always an unpleasant iterator to be around.

She constantly mocked and shamelessly ridiculed others for the cruel fun of doing it.

I hate Sliver basically !!

I don't want to do anymore iterators or slugcats, so I'll say some basic headcanons that count for every slugcat and iterator!!

I imagine that Slugcats hatch out of eggs, and aren't birthed like mammals. They are slugs after all!

I imagine that Iterators grow like human babies, they go through the same growing stages of life as we humans do, to a baby, a young child, a pre-teen, teen and finally adult! I love love love imaging the idea of baby Moon and if anyone draws any baby iterators please tag me, I'd love to see it and freak over it!

These are pretty much all my hcs, terribly sorry!!

Have fun, and be safe out there.

#Rainworld headcanons #Slugcat Headcanons #Iterator Headcanons #If you draw a baby iterator pleasepleaspelpelwasepepeepspspspsppleasepleaspellease tag me!! id love to see it!#Idk

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sophieinwonderland · 3 years ago

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Look im not here to insult you or anything, that would not get anything smart out of you and you would just say shits like "tulpa are valid yadayada" so here is a objective criticism.

Most of your post are ableist, referring to someone with a fucking trauma&dissociative disorder as less than someone thinking their imaginary friends are real is fucking ableist ok.

Idk if you think you are in the right or if you family made you feel important enough to not be called out for it, i dont care honestly, but what you are doing is ableist.

Im not Buddhist myself so idk if what you do is really racist, but multiple people that aren't of your ethnicity and some even Buddhist said "tulpa" as a term is cultural appropriation.

What i do know is that you are looking down on mentally ill people for you own gain, giving out false,old and debunked sources to individuals that expects a truth that doesn't exist, talking over people with did/osdd/udd that aren't part of this weird cult-like community, taking stuff that never was yours, breaking boundaries of MANY peoples and obliviously spreading misinformation, i dont care how you want to reply to this, and if you want to reply to this.

This isn't a delebate, im not asking uou to defend yourself, im just pointing out a toxic behavior, i suggest you get off the interned, and no not because you are dumb or smth, but because so many misinfo is harming a lot of people, bye.

"Talking over people with did that aren't part of this weird cult-like community."

I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was listening to the wrong kind of disabled trauma survivors. Thank you for informing me that those people don't count. /s 🙄

I genuinely don't know where you get the idea of ableism from. I might have sometimes used "disordered systems" to refer to DID/OSDD systems, but never in a pejorative manner. I don't think having a disorder or disability makes you lesser, whether the disorder is ASD like we have or DID. Never once have I looked down on someone for having DID or OSDD. We're disordered in our own way. Ours just isn't connected to our plurality.

Also, I don't know what out of date research you're talking about. Most of my sources on the studies page are more recent than the theory of structural dissociation.

Here is an objective criticism for you now:

And you talk about harmful and toxic behavior. But have you looked at your own community? Or, I should say, have you looked at ours? If you visit the endogenic tag at any given time, a good half of the recent posts will be anti-endos spreading hate and vitriol in our spaces. Compare that to the traumagenic tag where the rare occasion and endogenic system posts, it's usually a generic positivity post for all systems.

And it's not like it's an accident this happens. A recent post in the syscourse tag explicitly said they don't believe endogenic systems should have safe spaces. It's not uncommon to see hate posts made directly to endo safe or positivity posts.

But it's okay, they'll say, because they’re harassing the right people. So-called "ableists." Except if you listen, they'll turn around and claim many of these are probably just traumagenic systems "in denial."

Such great people these exclusionists are, bullying and abusing these trauma survivors into the right side or just off of these internet. If only the deluded trauma survivors could understand that the exclusionists are abusing them for their own good. /s

But it doesn't actually matter if the trauma survivors are in denial or not.

The greatest lie the exclusionists tell is that their actions are okay because endogenic systems are hurting DID/OSDD systems. They don't talk about talk about the DID/OSDD systems they hurt.

In the past few months since setting up this blog, I've accumulated more than 200 followers. Many are endogenic, but many are not.

One of the earliest asks I got was from a traumagenic system who was in a DID server. At one point, they were asked if they hated endogenic systems. They didn’t even know what endogenic systems were before that point. But because they didn't hate endogenic systems, they immediately found themselves harassed out of the community.

I've seen similar stories countless times. Maybe it's not even for supporting endos. In some cases, it's diagnosed DID system who, even though they suffered trauma, remember being plural before that trauma took place, and so they choose not to identify as traumagenic.

They still did suffer severe trauma as a child. They're still diagnosed with a disorder. But they're bullied and abused for how they choose to perceive their own disorder and trauma. Their own personal experiences are considered ableist.

Who protects these systems? These trauma survivors? It's clearly not you.

The truth that the exclusionists don't want you to hear is that they don't discriminate between endos and supporters and diagnosed DID systems who just don't fit into their boxes. They'll point with their right hand to the endogenic systems they'll accuse of being ableist so that you don't see the DID systems they're abusing with their left.

You say that I’m speaking over DID/OSDD systems, but I'm not. What I am doing is giving a voice to them. To the systems who have come to me that have faced bullying and abuse by exclusionists. The trauma survivors who don't participate in syscourse because they aren't in a good mental state and know that if they do, they will be abused over and over again, until they've been successfully bullied into silence.

Even in your ask, you already try to "other" them by referring to them as cult members. To you they're... hmm... is there a mental health equivalent of a "race traitor?" Doesn't matter. You get the idea.

And some of these systems have cult-related trauma. And why? Because they believe the scientific evidence of endogenic plurality as opposed to the zero evidence it doesn't exist?

People will say that it's not my problem. That I shouldn’t involve myself in DID/OSDD discussions because I don't have those disorders. But as long as there are DID/OSDD systems who come to this blog because exclusionists have made them feel unsafe existing in their own spaces, it is my problem.

And it's not just the endo and endo supporters who these exclusionists have been hurting. It's also their own supporters.

Not long ago, there was a popular post ordering people to stop using Simply Plural because some of its articles were from inclusive plural groups. When people pointed out that the app was completely free to use, included no ads (it's funded through patreon) and that there aren't better alternatives for DID/OSDD systems, the OP responded by telling them that the app was harmful to systems and using it or accepting it's existence at all was a form of support.

The implication being that if you continue to use this tool that helps your mental health, then you're hurting systems. This is almost like trying to manipulate people to stop taking antidepressants or antipsychotics to spite big pharma. And this wasn’t a minor thing. This post accumulated over a hundred notes, and many reblogs across anti endo blogs on this site. And you accuse endo supporters of being cult members while anti-endos are emotionally manipulating their followers to engage in harmful behaviors like this.

And on that note, while I have your attention, I want to say this to anyone in these circles: look out for yourselves. You might think these people are your friends. You might like the sense of community you get there. You might think you can trust them because of some shared commonalities. But anyone, anywhere, who would try to emotionally manipulate you into doing something hazardous to your mental health isn't a friend and doesn't care about you.

Whatever crusade they're convincing you to fight isn't worth sacrificing yourself or your health for.

And I would apply this same standard to myself as well. Anyone who feels that what I'm doing is harmful to their mental health can turn the other way and block me right now. I would rather lose followers than inadvertently cause someone harm.

Unlike the people who pushed their followers to stop using Simply Plural, I care more about the mental health of the systems following me than I do about pushing an agenda.

I'm not telling anyone to leave these communities. (Although frankly, all that hate is probably not very good for you either, but that's another topic.) Just, while their right hand is pointing at the people they want you to hate, pay close attention to what they're doing with their left to make sure the ones being manipulated and abused aren't yourselves.

Whatever side of this topic you're on, stay safe and take care of yourselves out there.

#ask box #syscourse #endogenic #endogenic system #plurality #plural #plural system #multiplicity #abuse #tw: cult mention #cult #actually endogenic #actually plural #system #anti endo #anti endogenic #discorse #ableism #plural community

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niuniente · 3 years ago

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I’m really glad you pulled up the people blaming or insulting Lou-Lou. The thing about DV survivors is that often they still care about the person who abused them and don’t want to see that person hurt. And that does not make them weak or foolish; it makes them NORMAL. Just like it’s normal for the friends of survivors to be angry and vengeful toward the abuser. I work with survivors for a living, and I think you’re handling this story with a lot of insight and care. So thank you for this. Beautifully done.

This! You brought up an important topic. And genuinely, how many of you would want to be responsible for someone's death, no matter how horrible they were? I don't think there are many who can handle it with a clean mind (which is also a reason why not just anyone can become a Death-Head in the comic).

I'm an abuse survivor. The abuse, coming from multiple sources, lasted for 23 years. While at the worst moments I thought how I would like to kill the people, how it would give me a moment of ease, I wouldn't have been able to live with such a thing.

Today, while free from the abuse, I wish the people who abused me are doing well. They don't deserve to die just because I was hurting. The abusers are hurt themselves, too, or somehow sick and would need a long treatment, therapy and medication.

Not to mention that the "best" abusers are really good manipulators.

People rarely are just BAD or GOOD. The bad abusers do have good qualities, too, which the abused one sees and it makes it even harder to grasp that this is not OK. When I look back at the people who abused me, they're good friends to others, care for this and that, are really good at their job, they're liked colleagues etc.

You read and study stories of people who were abused by their partners or parent(s), and when the abuser dies, majority of these abuse victims are genuinely extremely sad, even depressed for years. It leaves such scars to be abused and especially when the abuser is someone you're supposed to love and who is supposed to love you.

Then there's also the learned behavior and behavior models, your own expectations of your self-worth and what you deserve and can get in life, own traumas etc.

These are complex things and I'm really sad Lou-Lou's story has been minimized just to Stupid Woman™ Who Is Emotional For No Reason��. Like she somehow should be just "Yay, the Evil Man Whore Is Dead, Thanks Alrick! ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼:♡*ﾟ✿"

#ask niu #DHD

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who-is-page · 3 years ago

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Some scattered thoughts on Wolf (2021)

So some pals and I did a watch party of the legendary (affectionately derogatory) movie, Wolf. Here are some of my thoughts on it, and on things I've heard about it/said myself in the past.

To start things off, I went into Wolf expecting it to be how I saw most people in the WolfGetsReal Alt+H campaign described it as-- a movie that explicitly supported the psychopathologizing of nonhuman identities and species dysphoria, and which portrayed nonhumanity and adjacent experiences as something to be "cured." Something that got species dysphoria so wrong as to be downright offensive, and which insulted people who experience it every step of the way.

What I got was...not that. What I got was actually, in some ways, the opposite of that.

Wolf (2021) has a main character who sees himself as a wolf, but a cast of other nonhuman characters too-- a panda, a jumping spider, a German shepherd, a grizzly bear, a duck, and a squirrel, among others. These characters are all hospitalized in what's clearly meant to be an inpatient treatment facility, where none of them are allowed to leave (and supposedly the last guy who did escape DIED oooo, much spooky, very believable).

The "treatments" we see these characters go through at the hands of the two staff members working at the facility are downright inhumane and almost identical to a lot of the anti-otherkin rhetoric we saw in the mid-2010's, especially the ones that got into the territory of anti-kin theoretically abusing their own children were they ever to identify as otherkin. But these "treatments" are never glorified or portrayed as anything other than horrific and deeply unethical. The staff of the facility are clear-cut villains, no questions about it. There's absolutely zero sympathetic emphasis on them. (Even the mother-daughter relationship the female psychologist has with one of the patients is pretty blatantly abusive, if you ask me.)

And the portrayal of species dysphoria by the actors was, when not cringy from the director clearly over-exaggerating certain things (like the duck kid constantly quacking), genuinely relatable and heartfelt. Hearing the main character talk about how his body felt wrong was like looking in a mirror. He was easily echoing not only things I've verbatim heard others say about their mind-body mismatch, but that I myself have thought. Watching characters slink around on all fours, indulge in wearing gear, and engage in even stereotypical behaviors of their animals--such as the over-excitable dog character asking for headpats and immediately running up to the wolf MC with "we're family! Let's be friends!" type conversation upon their first informal meeting--was relatable and even sometimes familiar in a surprising amount of scenes they occurred in. Honestly, it was kind of nice to see those experiences showcased at all.

(Spoiler alert ahead in this paragraph, but also, getting to watch the main character escape from that place successfully with a finishing line to his wildcat pseudo-girlfriend, who was begging him to stay and asking how would he survive out there in the Real Wild World and etc, with "it's not about surviving, it's about surviving as me," also absolutely struck a chord in me, as both a nonhuman and a survivor of abuse myself--and I think that really showcased how, at least for the main character, his nonhumanity was never something to be "cured" but was just an undeniable part of who he was all along.)

The movie was definitely only 2.5 out of 5 star material, don't get me wrong. The pacing was janky, it's filled with plotholes that require a suspension of disbelief long enough to cross the Atlantic with, several of my friends pointed out that it's rife with ableist undertones (including the idea that animality is connected to trauma), and both the villain's one-dimensional-ness and the open ending were things that I know eyebrows have been raised over. And these are only the problems I caught with it on a half-drunken first-watch while shouting at the screen with friends, mind you.

It's not a great movie-- hell, I don't even think most people would call it a good movie. But it's not the earth-shatteringly awful film I originally assumed from online backlash, either. The idea that any of us thought this was going to have a larger effect on therian and otherkin communities is, honestly, laughable. It's a nobody of a movie and I can't help but groan at myself for ever thinking it was possibly anything more than that. I regret taking people's assertions about this film at face value without watching it myself first, in all honesty. There's no way this film could find any sort of even theoretical cult following outside of niche movie buff alterhuman circles, and even then. The movie takes itself decently seriously but anyone who watches it probably won't.

So take this ramble as you will, but that's pretty solidly my perspective on Wolf (2021): overall a "meh" film with plenty to criticize, but I enjoyed watching it and it did have its moments. I think a lot of the claims made about it were over-exaggerated, but I also recognize that people are allowed to have their opinions. I'd honestly say check it out and judge it for yourselves.

One last thing: If you're easily disturbed by what's clearly psychological and physical abuse and conversion therapy, then absolutely don't watch this movie. But if that doesn't squick you out too much, I'd highly recommend watching it with a bunch of other nonhumans and alterhumans; get a bit of a virtual Howl going on and throw some popcorn at it while laughing with friends.

#Wolf 2021 #long post #not gonna bother putting this in the tags tbh #I'm Not Dealing With People Tonight

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blogger-yura · 3 years ago

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Entry #42 May 30th '22

#YurasLife #MovieMonday #TexasChainsawMassacre #Horror #Gore #Slasher #TW:MentionsOfSchoolShooting

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 - Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022)

Title: Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Screentime: 83min - Director: David Blue Garcia

Rotten Tomatoes

Melody, her teenage sister Lila, and their (...), head to the remote town of Harlow, Texas to start an idealistic new business venture. Their dream soon turns into a waking nightmare when they accidentally disrupt the home of Leatherface, the deranged serial killer whose (...) legacy continues to haunt the area's residents -- including Sally Hardesty, the sole survivor of his infamous 1973 massacre who's hell-bent on seeking revenge.

Film Affinity

Melody, her entrepreneur friends, and her sister Lila come to the small town of Harlow, Texas with hopes of renovating the area. Unfortunately, their arrival ends up reawakening the deadly Leatherface, who begins to slaughter the newcomers. Meanwhile, the sole survivor of Leatherface's killing spree in 1973, Sally Hardesty, remerges to take down the murderer.

Hello hello my flowers in bloom~. How did the weekend treat you guys? I hope you got to rest tons and have fun in your free time!

As promised, I am back today with my regular schedule! I missed sharing movies with you guys sooo much! Shall we get to it? I hope you enjoy today's post!

With an audience score of 2/5 on Rotten Tomatoes and 4/10 on Film Affinity, the newest addition to the famous "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" franchise is officially a C O M P L E T E disaster.

Now, I'm not one to talk ill about other people's visions— But what was this director thinking when he created this movie! A cheap attempt to copy the new "Halloween" generation if you ask me –Which BTW isn't that good either–, they really tried to work this as a direct sequel from the first movie, "The Chain Saw Massacre" from 1974... And they failed miserably (」°ロ°)」

I will have to admit I had some good laughs and the special effects weren't all that bad. If so the storyline they picked sucked and the script was cheap and rushed, if you're really into broken bones and blood the movie is not short of those! Enjoyable to an extent as long as you don't take it too seriously. Outside of the very few well done scenes, the film is simply a MESS. Seems more like an a fan made project than a professional work. One thing that's happening a lot lately is Hollywood wanting to win women by giving us "lead female heroines", and while I'm ALL about females in leading roles and females being problem solvers for themselves— This was just embarrassing to watch. Genuinely!

Sally's character is no other than a poor lady who's been living traumatized, has never gotten any help at all, and is blinded by sick revenge that doesn't get her anywhere. Melody and Lila are simply /dumb/, their backstories are not really relevant to the plot in a meaningful way either which makes you wonder what was the point of even bringing up the topic they chose to use. There's absolutely nothing else to say about their characters. And their friends? Just a bunch of idiots ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ This movie made me so mad in so many levels!

Leatherface is debatable— Considering his only job is to kill people it's hard to be critical about his character. I do appreciate his job as a famous serial killer though and I'm glad they didn't try to give him some new deep backstory or explain his nature—.

I also do appreciate how basic the set was. Very much as the first movie, most events start and finish in the same few places. There's not a lot of thought needed to watch this movie anyway.

Overall the film was simply disappointing and not worth watching as a follow up from the original, almost feels like an insult! This is the stuff that happens when companies lose franchise rights every few years— Completely heartbreaking. If I could give it half a star I would.

Do you like "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" franchise? Have you watched this new addition to it? Share your thoughts below if you have! If not, have you ever experienced the disappointment of a new movie that doesn't reach your expectations? I'd love to hear what you have to say about it!

This will be all for today~ I'll see you guys again soon! -Yura ♡

Personal score: 🌟☆☆☆☆

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unhealthyfanobsession · 4 years ago

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Yknow what. I posted earlier that I was afraid to use certain tags because shit had become so toxic and I got more people messaging me to agree than I expected so imma just say it all on behalf of anyone who agrees and is feeling like they don’t even want to be in the fandom or can’t talk about a relationship/ character without being attacked. Ya’ll can come for me but I will be ignoring any flagrant rudeness/ attacks.

Things that NEED TO BE SAID:

Everyone is free to ship who they want and no one deserves to be insulted or bullied because of it

USE THE ANTI TAGS and don’t venture into non anti tags with the express purpose of insulting others

LEAVE 👏 WIKI 👏 ALONE 👏

No one changing a damn wiki page is going to impact the fact that Sarah has already mapped out the next book and KNOWS what’s going to happen. It’s not only childish, it’s also just delaying the inevitable

There are genuinely logical arguments for why Azriel might end up with Elain OR Gwyn and that is just a fact despite what you ship. Belittling other peoples theories or opinions just makes you look overly defensive

Even if you THINK there aren’t logical arguments for a certain ship DO NOT SAY THAT TO PEOPLE IN THEIR OWN TAG JUST TRYNA LIVE. If I want to ship Azriel and the fucking Bone Carver that is my right!

A character’s romantic options are not defined by their status as a sexual assault survivor

A character’s romantic options are not defined by the shape of their pelvis

A character’s romantic interest does not have to be defined by whether or not they have a mating bond. Likewise, a mating bond in this world is not insignificant.

Both of these characters are too young for Azriel by normal standards. It’s a fantasy world. This is so common in this genre and we just all look past it. Rhys’ mom was 18 when she married the HL so clearly Fae at 28 are adults- I think if Rhys’ dad was considered a pedo in addition to everything else we would’ve heard about that. Elain, Nesta, and Feyre being “human” doesn’t change the fact that they are in their twenties and their love interests or potential love interests are 500. it’s weird, it’s kinda gross, but we just don’t think about it because it’s what? F A N T A S Y.

Just let people enjoy things!!! Being in a fandom that’s receiving toxicity OR putting out toxicity SUCKS for the non toxic people in every fandom. We all living through a hard year just tryna write our fan fics and read our fairy porn and be happy so PLEASE if you want to insult another ship PM someone you know or use the anti tags.

^me practicing mind stilling against the hate this is gonna get.

#acosf #a court of silver flames #gwynriel #elriel #nessian #elain archeron #azriel #gwyneth berdara #nesta archeron #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #cassian #nesta and cassian #nestaxcassian #sarah j maas #azriel pov

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 4 years ago

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I really don't get the complaint about Ironwood. His descent into a villain honestly made perfect sense.

Okay, look. Before I begin, let’s just get one thing straight. The way I view Ironwood is mainly my opinion, and it is not an objective fact. Love or hate him, I hope we can all have an intelligent and rational discussion on the way General Ironwood was portrayed, okay? Okay.

My problem isn’t necessarily how Ironwood became a villain in Volume 7, but rather, how he acted as villain in Volume 8, and what the story was trying to say about him and his actions. Buckle up first, there’s some infodumping to be done before we get there.

Now, for those who haven’t seen RWBY (and be warned, spoilers are obviously ahead), General James Ironwood was a supporting character introduced during the show’s second “Volume”. He was in charge of all the military forces of Atlas, the most militaristic of the four main kingdoms in the world of the show.

He had a bit of a bad reputation in universe for bringing a lot of his troops to Beacon Academy (where the first three Volumes took place) for a fighting torunament to serve as security. Long story short, thanks to an act of sabotage from the villains, an army of monsters called Grimm and a faction of former equal rights movement turned terrorist organization known as the White Fang attacked Beacon, killing a lot of people and forcing the survivors to retreat.

Ironwood had a handful of scenes in the next Volume, showing his support for one of the main characters, Weiss, and donating a robotic arm to another main character who had lost hers in the Fall of Beacon, Yang. After, that, he was mostly silent until Volume 7, where our heroes made their way to Atlas to deliver one of the four MacGuffins the main villain Salem needs to Ironwood.

We see that since the Fall of Beacon, Ironwood has been stretched thin in protecting Atlas over the run down town directly below it, Mantle. It’s clear that Ironwood can’t really keep up with handling both towns, to the point where not only is Mantle protected by a single robotic supersoldier named Penny, but Ironwood is also diverting supplies meant to fix a wall to keep Grimm out of Mantle in favor of working on converting the same stadium used for the tournament in Volume 3 into a satellite to restore global communication, which had been down since the Fall of Beacon.

The heroes are naturally conflicted about their loyalties to Ironwood, as while he has given them his trust, they don’t really trust him to tell him some of the secrets they learned. Blake and Yang, two of the heroes who have always been more opposed to authority, leak classified information regarding the satellite to the leader of a group of freedom fighters, Robyn Hill (who is actually voiced by Christina Vee), who at this point, was someone Ironwood viewed as a threat.

Now you could make the argument that these college drop-outs are severely unqualified to handle a tense situation that even a seasoned veteran like Ironwood is struggling with, but the point is when Ironwood finds out, he’s pissed. It’s really not hard to agree with him when you consider everything he’s done for Team RWBY and their friends only to be betrayed like this. So Ironwood declares all of the heroes fugitives and place a warrant for their arrest

At this point in the story, you can understand both sides of the argument regarding how to handle the situation. Ironwood’s anger is very understandable, and while he acts as an antagonist to out heroes, he’s not really a villain.

And that’s when he shoots a fourteen year old child. Granted, he currently had the soul of an old friend of Ironwood in him, but Ironwood literally just tried to murder someone, and almost succeeded.

Volume 7 was very polarizing among RWBY fans for the portrayal of Ironwood. It doesn’t help that when Salem, the main villain of the series, launched an invasion of Atlas, Ironwood’s plan was to launch Atlas and keep Salem from getting the MacGuffin, essentially distancing it from the rest of the world... when Volume 7′s final episode aired in February 2020.

Now, you would think, after being forced to stay in their homes to minimize Covid deaths, the writers would understand what they were antagonizing Ironwood for was basically what every government in the world did a month after they finished work for the Volume, and maybe realize that maybe they shouldn’t portray someone like Ironwood as a complete monster.

Volume 8 opens with him killing a councilman who disagrees with him. And it all goes downhill from there.

This Volume goes out of its way to portray Ironwood as a genuine psychopath, mainly to stop the people who agreed with him over Team RWBY from supporting him. He does things like working with one of the villains to achieve his goal, gives his soldiers permission to torture people for information, and after Salem is neutralized temporarily, rather than continue to evacuate Mantle like he had originally planned before the villains and Team RWBY screwed up his plans, he decides threatening to bomb Mantle to use as leverage is a better idea.

And then there’s the whole idea the the writers want to treat Ironwood losing his arm in a fight and replacing it with a robotic one like Yang as a symbol of him “losing his humanity”. It’s... kind of insulting when you realize that Ironwood is a man suffering from PTSD, and the show is basically demonizing anyone who uses prosthetics in their daily lives, or is traumatized from war.

I’m not saying Ironwood is just like Chloe, but the way both narratives choose to demonize both characters to spite their fans is why I draw the similarities in the first place.

There’s also the fact that the writers claim Ironwood is acting this way because of his Semblance (they’re basically Quirks from My Hero Academia) giving him an iron will that won’t make him change his mind on his decisions... when it’s never addressed in the show, is only mentioned at a fan panel, and not even Ironwood’s voice actor knew about this until a fan told him. It’s a stupid way to handwave away the criticisms that Ironwood is acting out of character, and is universally considered by fans to be the dumbest Semblance in the show.

But overall, the point I am trying to make is that instead of portraying him as this morally grey villain who merely opposes the heroes because he has a different way of solving problems, the writers decide that isn’t a good thing, so they demonize him just to make Team RWBY and the heroes (who many have claimed do a lot of bad things this Volume) look better by comparison.

I’m sorry if you disagree with me, but I just want to understand that I am not trying to attack anyone who hates Ironwood. Like Adrien, I don’t hate the character entirely, I just don’t like the way he is handled, and simply prefer his fanon self over what we got in canon.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #not miraculous ladybug #rwby #rwde #james ironwood #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #salem #robyn hill #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois

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obviouslygenuinely · 3 years ago

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@/28nachos just encouraged and suggested suicide to younger tinhats in the fandom as if larries haven't already faked suicide multiple times to threaten those who dare call them out. Watch the documentaries where parents were scared for their teens who believe in larry conspiracy and when @/hsdaily was bullied into deactivating when a larrie faked suicide a like a year ago. The ultimate attention seeking and bullying of anyone who dares question their beliefs. How is this not a cult?

I forgot to turn off Anonymous, but I'm laid up in bed with a second round of COVID and a sinus infection. So, I'll take the time to reply here. Apologies in advance for any brain fog wording or typos.

Your tone is hard to interpret but it doesn't seem like you want an actual discussion, as you stated your opinions as facts. But since tone is genuinely hard to convey, I won't dismiss your message. Let's break this down:

1. You're referring to the actions of one Tumblr user and fandom member. I have not seen the post you're referring to but will take your word that this person said something like that. It's still a single person. One individual is not indicative of the entire fandom's behavior, beliefs, or attitudes.

Edit - I didn't recognize the username you mentioned at first (COVID brain is not fun) but I follow @28nachos and saw absolutely nothing like what you're referring to...?

2. You, yourself, are dismissive of the alleged s**cidal actions of Larries by calling them fake. That's extremely contradictory. You - and I - have no knowledge of the mental health status or issues that individuals struggle with. How is it okay to assume these people threatened suicide solely over being called out?

3. Side/personal note: As a s**cide survivor, I have a hard time respecting anyone who says someone is faking it. You have no idea if that is true.

4. If you want me to watch a documentary or you refer to an incident as proof, you can provide the links, tags, proof, etc for it. I have never once had an anti actually link me to anything, ever. And the typical "do your research" response does not apply here - these topics were presented by you.

5. Again, these teens and their parents you refer to - these are the experiences and actions of individuals. A) They're not indicative of the entire fandom. B) There is no way to know everything about the situations and mental state of these individuals.

6. You genuinely don't seem to know the definition(s) of "cult". Here are a few from various references online:

- "a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object."

- "a relatively small group of people having religious beliefs or practices regarded by others as strange or sinister."

- "a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing."

- "A cult is a group or movement held together by a shared commitment to a charismatic leader or ideology. It has a belief system that has the answers to all of life's questions and offers a special solution to be gained only by following the leader's rules."

Larries simply do not fall into the category of a cult. Period.

Frankly, I've seen a large number of Larries discuss how we should not idolize Harry and/or Louis, and I see numerous posts holding them accountable for questionable behavior or actions.

In my personal experience with antis and solo fandom members, I've seen more cult-like behavior exhibited from them.

7. I truly don't say this to insult your wording, but it's hard to take someone seriously when they group thousands of people together based on the actions of a few people or a single person.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and opinions; I hope my answer was thorough and clear. Have a good afternoon.

#ask #anonymous #larries #larry #larry stylinson #larry shippers #antis #harry styles #louis tomlinson #tw

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brujahinaskirt · 4 years ago

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@missn11 says:

Ask and ye shall receive, fellow neonate! <3 Bear with me, because I’m about to hammer out 2000 words very quickly...

This massive rant by its topic nature is sort of Nines-critical, so lemme start by saying that, in my own way, I love Rodriguez. (I was partially self-burning in the shitpost that ignited this rant because I SEVERELY exaggerated Nines’s canonical shadiness levels in my ancient fanfiction, and for no other reason than because I was a teenage edgelord. I am appropriately embarrassed, but only by my excess and melodrama, not by Troika’s characterization. I think the writing behind VTMB’s Nines is superb.)

When it comes to Bloodlines, I think he’s one of the most psychologically interesting profiles in the game. In fact, I could never get into LA by Night because they so de-toothed Troika’s vision of him. Not to say LA by Night’s Nines was a poorly-developed character in his own right, ‘cause he wasn’t at all, but “my” Nines will always be unapologetically and only Troika’s: boiling angry, viciously pragmatic, a survivor who doesn’t let anyone too close lest they see through him, whose over-the-top confident façade cracks a little more every time his back’s against the wall. Troika’s Nines is the epitome of greater VTM’s “fallen rebel” archetype, and even though we don’t get to see it on all playthoughs, that makes it even better and more believable.

But as with all characterization in Bloodlines, we have to read between the lines and between our own play styles a bit to piece the truth of the puzzle together...

Besides the direct evidence Troika gives us—i.e. the music cues, which are a bit overbearing if I’m honest (sorry, Troika! ilu); the absence of Nines in Rosa’s prophecy re: people you can trust; and the overt warnings Camarilla-aligned characters give us about him—the biggest red flag about Rodriguez, imo? It’s twofold:

the way the characters he surrounds himself with talk about him and the type of vampire he chooses to fill his den. Namely: Nines exclusively recruits angry, spurned, mistreated people who are younger and far less experienced than he is

those messy, ugly, fleeting moments where you see his toughguy everyman personality crack

So! Starting with point one:

THE PERSONALITY CULT ITSELF

We can’t deny that Nines does not surround himself with peers. He surrounds himself with followers—people who don’t challenge him in any way, who are fanatically loyal, who openly profess their worship of him and their conviction he could never/would never do anything wrong. If you listen to how Damsel and Skelter talk about him, it’s with frightening adulation, often repeating Nines’s lines word-for-word without truly understanding the argumentation behind them. (Damsel’s the main offender here with her “IT’S A PYRAMID SCHEME… it just makes sense, you know? It just makes sense!” And then, of course, she gets pissed and refuses to speak to you when you push her into elaborating.)

Nines has clearly made himself much more than just a friend-figure or a Sire-figure to them. He’s utterly and completely mythologized by the LA Anarchs, held up next to other politically mythologized names like George Washington and Ho Chi Minh. His followers love him… but there’s a pecking order, and like good body shields, they believe their lives don’t matter as much as he matters. And they love that, too. They want to die for Nines. They’re not just willing to or resigned to it; they’re eager to die. Damsel will volunteer this information the first time you meet her. She just can’t wait to prove herself by taking a bullet for goddamn Nines Rodriguez. It’s literally how she introduces herself to new people.

And yet Nines deliberately withholds his attention and time from his followers. He uses his attention as a reward, as incentive. He rations some care and reassurance and help—makes you feel good and gives you reason to crave his attention—and then he pushes you away, back into his adoring ranks until the next “two minutes” you earn from him in which you’re special enough for such an exceptional, important, cool guy to talk to. That’s a classic manipulation tactic, and a classic personality cult tell.

And Troika is so damn fuckin’ brilliant about it because they don’t stop at showing us that an Anarch-aligned fledgling might feel this way—no, they make the PLAYER also feel this way. On our first playthrough of Bloodlines, we’re desperate to talk to Nines. We want the reward. “Let me finish the plaguebearer quests… let me run to the Elizabeth Dane… I hope Nines talks to me again now! Quick, to the Last Round! Maybe if I say the right thing to make him like me, he’ll give me another free EXPERIENCE POINT!” (iirc he’s one of two characters who will do so, and the only one who gives multiple points.)

But at the end of the day, Nines is indisputably the leader of the Anarchs, and even fledgling figures that out. (“Sounds like you’re the Prince of the Anarchs.”) He’s very much the Baron of Downtown LA, even if he won’t use that language. As for the grating day-to-day management and leadership stuff that might make him somewhat unpopular among the Anarchs, though? He fobs all that stuff off on Damsel!

Damsel, his Minion No. 1—whom a lot of players will hate on their early playthroughs, because she assigns tough missions with little to no reward. Damsel, who has no real power role in the Anarchs and functions only to serve Nines. You help Damsel, and you do Nines’s work—i.e. you do the work of the Barony of LA—and he doesn’t even have to take the admiration hit by having to ask you himself.

There’s only one non-follower of note around Nines. It’s Jack, and by his own words, he’s not one of Nines’s people; he disparages them, in fact. And we’ll notice that Jack—who is stronger, older, and wiser than Nines—very much doesn’t talk about Nines the same way Nines’s followers do. While Jack doesn’t directly insult him and occasionally defends him, Jack also has a downright shocking response to the announcement of the Blood Hunt. When fledgling desperately asks what they can do to help Nines—Jack says, word-for-word: I could give a damn.

Something ain’t quite right about this place.

Moving right along:

NINES IS A FAKE ALPHA MALE WHO KNOWS HE’S GOING TO DIE

Part of why Nines is so attractive to someone scared and weak like our fledgling (or Skelter or Damsel) is that he seems utterly fucking untouchable—like nothing scares him, and that must be reassuring when two of your age-old enemies are moving into town. But Nines’s tough, cool, Devil-may-care persona outs itself as a protective shell, too… and this is another thing I think Troika handled so subtly and so well.

You’ll notice that even Nines’s voice is dramatically different in a couple different situations: when Ming Xiao is borrowing his body, when he’s afraid, and when he’s distracted or deeply disturbed. (A successful Malkavian mind read will really slam a crack in his coolguy persona. For a second, the nonchalance shatters and he childishly screams SHUT UP!)

But whether you Malk him or not: In those isolated moments, the Coolguy Nines Rodriguez we normally see frays. Physically, even! His accent loses its burr (that ballsy rural American everyman accent), shoots up to a higher register—and reveals a much softer voice than the one he uses in front of other people. No wonder; part of Nines’s charisma comes from his performance of masculine confidence, and even if it’s not a toxically patriarchal masculinity in the way we often picture it, the fact this performance cracks at all shows it’s not his genuine self. He’s acting. In the way a lot of toughguy men do—but for Nines, whose survival depends upon attraction now, he’s acting toughguy for his very life.

I think those little fray-under-pressure moments are the “real” Nines, or as close as we’re going to get: scared, desperate, worn-down, and very aware of his doom.

Now, all that said…

BLATANT FALLEN REBEL CONCEPT APOLOGISM

I don’t think we can quite throw Rodriguez into the same Mean Monster Morality Dungeon for Evil Vampires as other Big Bads in LA. This is where motivation comes into play, at least for me. We know Nines can be merciless and violent, and he doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice his own soldiers (namely, um, US!) to protect his holdings. But he does seem to have a twinge of genuine anger over injustices wrought upon “little people” (look no further than Nocturne)—one that seems like it stems from a sense of right v. wrong rather than sheer pragmatism. This stands in stark opposition to the rationed pacificism of characters like LaCroix, who simply doesn’t want the headache of cleaning up a pile of dead humans on his nightly to-do list.

Nines also, of course, just doesn’t have the same kind of disaster reach other Bloodlines Big Bads do in how much harm he can cause. When LaCroix gets up to some bullshit, he crashes the national economy. Nines, like, crashes a car into a corporate office window or takes over a street or something. Can’t really compare the two when it comes to the scale of damage done.

And even Nines Rodriguez is, for all his strategy, still an honestly angry person. Not all of him is fake—what’s troubling about him is what he’s willing to sacrifice and do to satiate his anger-passion. It’s the standard Brujah emotional-moral struggle. Even though I agree with much of what he says about bloodsucking late capitalist vampires (tbh he seems to hate vampires in general!), one wonders if it’s not partially the anger-passion that’s warped him into the façade of a noble leader he’s become. It’s not a pure anger anymore; he’s weaponized it in selfish, unhealthy, destructive ways.

But if he’s a fallen rebel—and since he is still apparently capable of some genuine anger and sadness—then we can infer he wasn’t always like this. He fell, and narratively, that’s key to understanding Clan Brujah. Maybe he fell in a way all of us angry rebel-types risk falling if we let our hatred of the bloodsuckers in real life outgrow and consume our care for the real-world little people.

I think we also have to appreciate that—as far as we know—the shady shit Nines does, he primarily does to prolong his power. But for a threatened Anarch like Nines, power doesn’t mean expansion or accumulation as it might for an ascending Ventrue; it primarily means survival. The Camarilla and Kuei-jin incursions into LA have numbered his days, and he can’t possibly have any delusions about this, no matter how much he swaggers. So he does what he can do with the skills and limited resources he has. He corrupts vulnerable, angry, abused people by giving them the appearance of friendship, family, and hope they can become stronger—much like effective gang leaders do.

If he’s morally nastier than other power-players like LaCroix in some way, imo, it’s here. It’s the intimacy with which he manipulates the people around him. LaCroix may lie to you; Strauss may withhold information from you; Ming Xiao may double-cross you. But none of them ask that you love them. That’s not their goal; that’s not how they operate. None of them expect or encourage anyone to happily die for them of their own free will. If they get you killed, you’ll die resenting them—resenting that you had to die, at all.

But when you die for people like Nines Rodriguez, you do it willingly, if only because you believed he cared somehow and that he’d fight tooth-and-nail for you, too. You believed that you were a member of his little outcast family—or that you would be, if you just proved yourself a little bit more. If you just fought a little harder. If you were just a little happier about having the chance to die for the cause. Maybe if you die for Nines, then Nines will love you, too.

I don’t think he does. I don’t think he will. If he’s a true fallen rebel archetype, I don’t know if he can anymore.

That’s enough Anarchs for now! I’m gonna peace out with some copy/pasted lyrics from the theme song of Nines’s den: the ballad of the charming and vengeful Lecher Bitch. Stay sharp, my little Bloodlines fanatics!

Tell me your story Don't worry, I've been there Crown me your savior Don't worry, I'll be there

[Chorus] I said hey You're coming all the way I've got some hell to pay I'm diggin' all the way All the way down I said hey You're coming all the way I've got some hell to pay Gonna rip you every way On the way down again [Bridge] Don't belong lording above me Won't be hard to pull you underground It won't be long 'til you love me And I'll be coming at your back To break it down

#vtmb #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #nines rodriguez #tune in next week for my 5 page essay on why Wong Ho is the only nice person in Bloodlines!#not really #but maybe really #in conclusion nines ain't shit [drops mic]#[is mauled by damsel]

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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 4 years ago

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Unspoken Longing – Zion x Reader POV x Harry (Part 1)

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 3,154

Angst / Fluff (minor NSFW)

Warning: Profanity.

So… quiet.

Hands gripped tight against the frostbitten metal, I stare down through the wired fencing into the grim, desolate view of zombies wandering aimlessly within the blood-soaked streets. Never did I think there’d come a day where I’d miss hearing the hustle and bustle of people scrambling through the city sidewalks. Seeing cars lined up behind each other, impatient and noisy upon the early mornings. What took over, was the sound of barely audible groans from below, accompanied by the chilling wind howling through the wintry air. I missed being surrounded in that vibrancy of life, and every passing day got harder and harder to keep my faith strong in seeing the world return to how it once was.

That desire felt suffocating.

Hopeless.

And at times… frightening.

Hearing the rooftop door creak open, I glance over to see a certain crimson-haired fellow walking towards me — a sly smile upon his handsome features.

“Sup, loser.” Zion calls out.

Not wanting to entertain his annoying habit of needing to insult me at every chance he got, I roll my eyes at him.

“Gee, someone’s in a mood.” He laughs lightly in response.

Turning back to the city landscape, I hide the subtle blush warming my cheeks as he slowly approaches.

That damn smirk.

I hated to admit it, but the longing of his soft lips on mine sent my heart racing abnormally fast. It was a ceaseless battle of having to remind myself to look away; as he was simply, a good friend.

“Missed you at breakfast again today.” His voice was low, husky, yet smooth as he whispers right against my ear from behind — his hot breath sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

“Wasn’t really hungry…” I trail off, a blatant lie of course. As the thought of laughing and chatting happily amongst everyone did nothing but pain me as I struggle to avoid growing attached.

Staring intently at a zombie mindlessly hitting itself against a wall, I helplessly try to distract myself from the heartache, as well as the inevitable attraction I feel towards Zion. Suddenly, the pleasant sound of soft crinkles beside my ear perks my attention, and I quickly find myself salivating at the thought of food. I immediately turn to see Zion dangling an inviting packet of chips in front of me.

“Ah… Well then, guess I’ll give this to Eugene or something.” Zion teases.

Right as the words left his lips, I quickly snatch the bag from his grasp and hug it defensively against my chest. Smiling mischievously at my seemingly predictable reaction, I realise… I had fallen right into his trap.

“ARGH, FINE! You caught me!” Giving in, my face rosy with embarrassment from the shameless weakness that food continues to hold against me. “If you knew I was lying, why wouldn’t you just hand it to me?!”

“What’s the fun in that?” He chuckles softly. “Eat up, silly.” A warm hand ruffles the top of my (h/c) hair, the gesture playful, yet consoling me in an instant.

It was amazing…

How something as simple as someone looking out for you, was enough to completely erase that growing feeling of fear that threatened to take over a couple minutes earlier.

Not a moment to waste, I hastily rip the packet open with vigor. The immediate smell of artificial barbecue seasoning awakening my starved senses. Ravaged with hunger, I chow down without delay — crumbs decorating my entire being.

“Pfft-” A hand over his mouth, Zion stops himself from bursting into hysteria as I stare daggers at him. He continues to watch in fascination, “To think you weren’t ‘hungry’ before.”

“That was old new-” My words stop short as Zion begins gently cleaning off the crumbs adorning my face.

“You’re a mess.” He chuckles, “Jeez… what would you do without me?”

Wiping the edges of my lips, his hand lingers for a moment. My heart aflutter as I find myself lost within his gorgeously golden irises staring vacantly at me. Without warning, he then suddenly slaps his hands together in a loud thundering clap, shocking me out of my trance.

“Alright, come on then!” He exclaims excitedly.

Still stunned and unable to comprehend what just happened, I merely stare at Zion in utter confusion.

Sighing with disappointment as if it was obvious, he answers, “My reward?”

“For… what?”

Eyes wide with bewilderment, his brows crease together grumpily. “For the food?! Duh! Share?”

Finally understanding his intentions, I look down to my dwindling amount of chips before looking back up to meet his expectant eyes and answering, “NO. WAY.”

“Come onnn, don’t be greedy!” Zion sings teasingly.

Mouth agape, completely offended; I pout grumpily, “You’ve had your breakfast! This is mine!”

“Oh, yeah? And who came all this way to bring it to you?”

Ignoring his apparent efforts at guilt-tripping, I continue snacking on the chips when suddenly he tries to sneak a hand into the bag. With lightning-fast reflexes, I dodge him. Laughing hysterically, I playfully twist and turn away from his multiple attempts at stealing my food before finally being caught by the arm. Swiftly pulling me towards him into a tight embrace, I freeze; my heart beating wildly against his broad chest.

“Got one.” He whispers softly into my ear.

I stare, dumbfounded for a moment, before spotting the chip between his fingers and protesting, “HEY! That was unfair!”

Raising the chip high above his head, taking advantage of his towering height against me, he teases, “And what are you going to do about it, pipsqueak?”

I begin jumping up, attempting to seize it back from his evil clutches. His words, never failing to bring out the competitive side of me. However, as I land, I lose my footing and fall clumsily onto the cold concrete floor.

“SHIT! YOU OKAY, (Y/N)?!” He yells, eyes wavering with concern as he hovers over my fallen body.

Simply laughing at his unnecessary panic, I quickly reach up and snatch back the chip — placing it between my teeth. “Got it!” I giggle, beaming proudly at the bemused redhead.

He raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk gracing his roguishly handsome face. My breath hitches as he slowly leans in towards me, heart beating violently against my ribcage as the sound of it resonates within my ears. His captivating eyes paralysing me as he gradually inches closer and closer, stopping just as I’m able to feel his warm breath upon my chilled lips.

“Still mine.” He voices alluringly before crunching down on the chip still positioned between my teeth.

He then smiles triumphantly, that childish grin of his making me lose all composure as we both break out into a storm of laughter.

Finally settling down onto the ground, leaning against the wired fencing side-by-side, we both sit in a comfortable quiet before Zion decides to break the silence. “You feeling okay, now?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine! It didn’t hurt or anything.” I shoot him a reassuring smile as to not worry him, but his expression remains serious… intense.

“I’m not talking about the fall…”

Unsure of where he was taking this, I cock my head to the side in confusion without a word — allowing him to continue.

“I mean like… Are YOU okay?”

Ah… He noticed.

I chuckle softly, a weak smile upon my lips. “I can’t get anything past you, can I?”

His eyes were warm. He tilts his head, genuine concern exuding from his touch as he lovingly tucks away the fallen strands of hair before me — as if needing a clear view of my face.

“I’m just… tired, I guess.” I sigh quietly. He stares intently, complete attention on me as he waits patiently for me to continue. “How much longer do we need to keep going?”

“What are you saying?” Zion questions, subtle hurt within his voice.

“I don’t know anymore…” I exhale heavily, the weight of my words lightening my mind the instant I chose to open up to him. “There’s nothing left out there, Zion. It’s been months… and from what we’ve seen, there are more zombies than people at this point. We haven’t seen any survivors in ages. There’s no longer any sign of military. No cure. No way to prevent someone from changing once bitten… For all we know, we could be the last people alive. And if we are… What the hell are we meant to do then?”

Determination burning within his golden irises and without a moment of hesitation, he answers, “Easy. We fight.”

“That’s it?” I question him with slight disappointment, unconvinced by his blunt answer. “What about after? Then what?”

“We keep fighting.”

Confused and frustrated, my voice begins to falter as I get choked up with desperation.

“But why?! Why bother at this point…? We fight, and we fight… and for what? To tire ourselves ‘til we starve? Until WE’RE eaten? To witness our friends suffer and die along the way?”

Unable to meet his unwavering gaze any longer, I hang my head low as I blink away the hot tears now glazing my eyes.

It was quiet for a moment, allowing me to calm down before feeling a soft warmth within my palms as Zion envelops my hands in his. I look back up at him. Almost in disbelief as an aura so tender, so… foreign of Zion emanates from his touch.

“No. We fight, so we can live. We have to…” His eyes were gentle, yet I could feel every bit of strength and purpose in his words alone.

He made it sound so simple, and yet his steadfast conviction made it so much more impactful.

“To keep living for those who’ve lost. To live for those still alive… We have to fight.”

He’s right…

Ultimately, I’d agree with him any other time. But today, my emotions seemed to cloud my judgement and got the better of me.

I feel so stupid.

The way he’s able to find the motivation and keep pushing forward after all this time… I couldn’t help but feel weak in comparison.

“No… You’re right. I’m sorry…” I trail off.

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding the gatherings recently?”

Lips quivering, no longer able to hide the vulnerability within, delicate tears I fought so hard to keep in began falling upon our entwined fingers.

“I’m just… so scared.” I whine helplessly.

I feel Zion jolt from shock. “Hey…” He murmurs before immediately moving to crouch before me; his tone hushed yet reassuring. “It’s normal to be scared.”

“I know. I know but… The closer I get to everyone… the more I care, the more scared I am to lose you all.” My hands tremble as the faces of those I’ve lost before reaching the school flash within my mind. “I’ve lost so many… I can’t do it again. I don’t want to lose anyone anymore…”

“(Y/N)…” Zion whispers.

“I-If Judy… or Eugene…” I stutter as I continue to cry out the names of everyone I’ve come to cherish here.

“Stop… Look at me.”

To my own surprise, I go on to admit, “Or even Scarlett…”

“(Y/N), please. Look at me.” Zion pleads hastily.

Refusing to listen, ashamed of showing him how weak I’ve become, I continue to ignore Zion’s calls. “ANY OF US! I could lose anyone at ANY moment… and it scares the FUCK out of me!”

“(Y/N)!” Zion yells, lifting my chin to witness me crumbling with anxiety from the devastating scenarios consuming my mind.

I finally meet those beautifully vibrant eyes I’ve come to love so much. Hot tears streaming down my face as I whimper — unable to hide what I feared most.

“I can’t lose you…”

“Enough!” He demands, eyebrows furrowing with impatience before enveloping me tight within his arms. “You’re not losing anyone!” He cries out, embracing me closer as if it would eliminate every last worry causing me despair. “Not on my watch…”

They were just words, but hearing him say it with such raw, sincere honesty made me want to place all trust in him. My arms come up to grip his back firmly, face buried within his shoulder as each tear seeps through the fabric of his jacket.

“Don’t give up…” He voices gently, the tone calming me instantly. “I know how strong you really are. No matter how scared you may feel, you never show it, and you never hesitate when it comes to protecting the group. You shouldn’t stop yourself from wanting to get closer to us. You’re allowed to care. That’s what separates us from those mindless fuckers. It’s why we need to fight.”

I stayed quiet, allowing the comfort of his words to replace the fear built up within me.

“And… You won’t lose me… Ever.” He whispers as he slowly releases me from his embrace. The gradual loss of his touch leaving me to feel a slight emptiness within.

“Anyways, if I die, who else is gonna sneak you snacks when you refuse to eat breakfast?! There’s no way I can leave your neglectful ass alone!” Zion smirks playfully.

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his silly attempt to lighten the mood with his usual insults.

You’re right, Zion... What would I do without you? I really am a mess.

His fingers reach up to lightly caress my tear-stained cheeks, lips curling up into a genuinely warm smile.

“You don’t have to worry about me, (Y/N). I’m not going anywhere.”

Cupping my face ever so gently, he inches closer.

“I promise…” His breath, now hot upon my skin as he leans his forehead against mine.

“I promise I won’t ever leave you… So, stop crying already.”

Not knowing how else to respond, taken aback by this sudden compassionate side of Zion I’d never seen before, I simply nod as he pulls back. However, his hand lingers upon my cheek — caressing my face as he stares vacantly at me once again.

My heart began to beat wildly as we sat there in silence. My cheeks, surely burning under his touch.

Something’s changed… Or had I only just realised it now?

Had he always been this… intimate?

All this time… I’ve denied my growing feelings for him.

But… maybe he… felt the same?

Before I could even process my thoughts, I suddenly placed my lips on his, and as soon as I had the time to realise what I had done, Zion had already pulled away in shock. Heart sinking into the pit of my stomach, my eyes grow wide with utter shame and embarrassment. I was faced with immediate regret as Zion grimaces, a look full of anguish — as if he was struck with some kind of physical pain.

“I-” Horrified, I tried to apologise, but my words were cut short as I was abruptly met with his rough lips upon mine — a rush of electricity coursing through my body as he leans into me.

Fingers gripped tight on either side of my head, he presses his body against mine; leaving me completely entrapped between him and the fencing behind me. Surprised by his unexpected aggressiveness after having been so gentle just moments before, I gasp lightly. His fingers suddenly coming up to grip my chin, holding it in place as he slips his tongue between my lips and into my awaiting mouth. Our fervent tongues melting into a passionate, lust-filled dance.

I had every intention to tell him to slow down, yet his lips only left me enough time to breathlessly exhale, “Zion…”.

He groans immediately in reaction to hearing his name before finally leaving my lips for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath. I sigh softly, instinctively arching back with pleasure as his teeth lightly graze down my neck and across my collarbone — leaving me with pleasant shivers all over.

Everything was moving so fast, I barely had time to comprehend what was going on. All I knew was that I needed him, and knowing he felt the same was enough for me to lose myself within his hands.

Before my lips had a chance to adjust to the crisp air, his mouth was back on mine — warming it up in an instant. He groans as he presses against me once more; his burning hot touch warming my icy skin as his hand slides underneath my top, caressing me gently. A sudden moan escapes my lips in response before I wrap my arms around his neck, further deepening our kiss.

“ZIONNNN~”

We both freeze in place, heads snapping towards the door of the rooftop as we recognise the all too familiar sing-song voice of Judy coming closer.

“YEAH?!” Zion calls back, eyes wide with dread of the possibility of being caught as his cheeks grow a subtle shade of pink.

“Pfft-” Unable to suppress my amusement, I couldn’t help but giggle at his seemingly innocent reaction considering how different he was just moments before.

“DID YOU FIND (Y/N)~?”

My heart began to race unnervingly, finally understanding the sudden feeling of trepidation as her voice now radiates from the other side of the door.

“Y-YEAH, SHE’S HERE!” Zion quickly yells back while I hurry to readjust my top.

“YAY!” Judy exclaims. Setting our hearts at ease as her forever chirpy tone begins to fade in the distance while she finally descends the stairs. “WELL LAWRENCE IS CALLING FOR US ALL NOW! SO, COME DOWN SOON!”

We wait for a moment, listening attentively to hear if she would return.

Realising we were safe, Zion sighs heavily in relief as he rubs the back of his head awkwardly. I slowly bring my hands to my face, cheeks searing from embarrassment as the last few minutes come rushing back to me.

That… just happened, right? I wasn’t dreaming?

Peeking out between my fingers to peer at Zion pretty much confirmed it as he uncomfortably got up from his spot.

What exactly did this mean for us?

Zion didn’t say anything… merely brushing himself off while he waited for me to tidy my unkempt clothes. As I got up, I noticed his adorably dishevelled crimson tresses covering his face. Without thinking, I reach up to fix it before suddenly being met with a slight sting upon my palm as Zion slaps my hand away.

“Ah…” He trails off, his tone as if startled by his own actions while also seemingly consumed in his thoughts.

Confused, all I was able to manage in reply to his sudden coldness was, “…Zion?”

He turns away from me, “Sorry. Um… anyways we should go. It’s freezing out here. The others will be worried…” his tone and aura feeling somewhat distant compared to before.

As he begins walking towards the exit, I subconsciously wrap my jacket tight around my frame — watching his back disappear through the doorway. Unable to shake this overwhelming sense of dread conjuring up within my blood, I linger on the rooftop, alone… left feeling emptier than ever before.

A/N: Helloooo my felines~ and welcome to the start of a possibly long journey HAHAHA. This comeback took a while, but I hope the read was worth it so far! I had been slowly planning this fic series (in between life and other requests) for about a year now, and I’m super excited to finally be able to release the first part of my new original! I will attach a link here to part 2 when it’s ready.

So please, sit back, grab a snack and get ready to enjoy the sweet, sweet heartbreak ahead. Missed you all ( ˊᵕˋ )♡

x luna

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Headcannons about Ace interacting with other survivors in the realm? Thanks!!

[yess trash husband! these all got weirdly wholesome sksksk just let me have this ok]

there are too many survivors lmao this is so long

Ace & other survivors headcanons

In general Ace is a friendly guy, trying his best to stay on good terms with all the survivors and avoid drama. He’ll joke, tease and flirt to keep things lighthearted in camp.

He’s a lot more perceptive than he seems, and what initially seems to be an ill-timed quip or a joke in poor taste is often well thought out to lighten the mood and shift the attention away from an argument or tension between the others.

Dwight

Dwight was the first survivor to make him feel part of the group when he initially arrived in the realm. Where the others saw a shady man twice their age lacking any sort of tact, Dwight saw a potential ally just trying to cope with a shitty situation.

Ever since, Ace has made it his mission to act as Dwight’s #1 cheerleader. When the other gets wrapped up in his own head, Ace will offer cheesy compliments until Dwight can’t help but laugh at his antics, forgetting his insecurities at least momentarily.

Ace likes Dwight well enough despite their completely different personalities, but mostly recognizes how important it is to keep their leader’s spirits high.

Meg

Meg is a bit of a loudmouth and Ace likes that she gives as good as she gets. He’ll often tease her and she’ll insult him in return, the others not understanding why the two are grinning like idiots while seemingly arguing.

When Meg has a bad day, she’ll sometimes just flop down next to Ace and sag against him without a word. He knows not to say anything and just lets her rest against him, maybe shows her a neat card trick if she looks like she needs a distraction.

Meg pointedly never talks about any father figure in her life, only her mother, so Ace is happy to fill in for any paternal affection she needs. He’s not sure he deserves the trust she's placed in him, but tries his best nonetheless.

Claudette

Ace thinks Claudette hates him at first, since the girl rarely laughs at his jokes, sometimes even interrupting to defend the person he’s bantering with. It takes him a while to realize that Claudette just has trouble reading his tone, tending to take his words at face value.

He makes a conscious effort to be more genuine with her, and actually ends up opening up more to her than any of the others because he can’t hide behind wit and sarcasm.

Even though he loves being the life of the party, when he needs a breather he seeks out one-on-one time with Claudette and listens for hours while she talks about plants or her family in her soothing voice.

Jake

Jake is an ongoing project for him. Ace has caught glimpses of Jake’s wonderfully dark sense of humor and is determined to see more of what’s behind the stoic exterior.

So Ace pushes more than any of the others, teasing and joking even when it’s clear Jake wants to be left alone. Usually he gets an annoyed grunt or an eye roll for his efforts. Sometimes, he gets punched. But every once in a while, particularly when nobody else is around, he’ll get a small smirk and an amazingly witty quip in return.

So he keeps pestering Jake, hoping that one day the other will be comfortable enough to let his guard down around him and the rest of the survivors.

Nea

Nea is a huge brat and is Ace’s favorite partner is trials, as she’s always up for doing dumb shit with him and doesn’t care if he gets distracted and loots a chest or five.

In camp, she’s like an annoying little sister, constantly getting up in his business, calling out his cheating in card games and booing at his less than stellar jokes.

Ace is her go-to confidant for her girl troubles. She always pretends to be annoyed at his shitty advice and the cringy pick-up lines he suggests she use, but she’s grateful to have someone to talk to who never judges.

Laurie

Laurie doesn’t approve of Ace’s previous lifestyle, not to mention some of the impulsive decisions he makes in trials, and she’s not afraid of letting him know. He doesn’t mind being lectured by her and will be the first to admit she’s leagues more mature than he is despite her young age.

She pretends to hate his jokes but still catches her smiling when she thinks he doesn’t see. Though he learned the hard way that she’s not receptive to flirty comments when she wrangled his arm back for calling her “sweetheart”.

She has cried on his shoulder multiple times, especially after trials against her brother. Ace thinks it’s because he’s open to a fault compared to her reserved nature, and she knows he won’t push her away or make a big deal out of it. Afterwards, she’ll be embarrassed and threaten violence if he tells the others, and he’ll go back to cracking jokes.

Bill

In many ways, Bill is Ace’s polar opposite; he’s serious, grumpy and sarcastic compared to Ace’s lighthearted and over-the-top demeanor.

They make a good comedy duo, with Bill being a reluctant participant most of the time. Still, the other has yet to actually ignore his goading, taking every chance to try to knock Ace down a peg.

Bill’s true colors shine through in bad trials, when he’ll ask Ace to help him save their younger friends, trusting his skill and moral code at least momentarily. After all, there’s a certain kind of solidarity that only comes from bleeding out next to each other on the ground after having successfully bullied the killer away from their teammates.

Feng

Some of the others dislike Feng and how selfish she is in trials, but Ace has a soft spot for her and her erratic behavior, quick to jump in and defuse situations where the others are ganging up on her.

Feng eventually recognizes Ace as her equal and not a “pleb” like she sees most of the others. She’ll even almost look happy to see him if they spawn together in a trial, before pestering him until he hands her his item.

Feng’s competitive nature sometimes makes her take out her frustration on the others in a gamer rage. Ace often intentionally makes himself an easy target by teasing her, not minding being her verbal punching bag as he knows it’s all bark and no bite and it helps her de-stress.

David

Ace finds David’s complete lack of filter and dirty humor amusing. The two have the most bizarre banter, egging each other on with gags that consist of 90 % of obscenities and that cause some of the others to cover their ears in second hand embarrassment.

Ace likes that David doesn’t take himself too seriously, and often uses the Brit as the butt of a joke, knowing the other won’t mind and will most likely be the one to laugh the hardest.

If David gets in one of his moods, pent up after a trial and looking for a brawl, Ace is one of the few who can snap him out of it with one of their tasteless jokes. Sometimes the joke falls flat and he gets punched or wrestled to the ground instead, but hey, at least David’s not sulking any more.

Quentin

Ace goes easy on Quentin at first, because the boy looks so tired and seems like he’s struggling with the realm. Quentin eventually notices the special treatment and starts giving him shit for it. Ace goes full force with the banter and Quentin is more than happy to dish it back, displaying a delightfully quick wit and dry sense of humor.

He still recognizes that Quentin might have an aversion to older men so he keeps a healthy distance between them, consciously resisting his natural inclination for playful shoves or flirty jokes.

Proud member of the Protect Quentin / Kick Freddy’s Ass squad. He wishes he could do more for Quentin, but hey, at least he can make the sleepy boy crack a few jokes at Ace’s expense.

Tapp

His relationship with Tapp is tense at first; as conman and cop, they have a lot of prejudices against each other.

Tapp eventually drops the antagonism, recognizing the real threat in the killers and realizing the benefits of teamwork. That includes accepting petty criminals like himself and Nea.

They’re not the best of friends by any means, but it’s kind of nice to play cards with the man and be able to chat with someone his own age. Ace doesn’t even cheat in their games, and in return gets to hear about some of Tapp’s more colorful cases as a detective.

Kate

Ace values Kate a lot in their group; she’s hearty, genuine and he’s never seen her angry. She radiates charisma in a way that’s completely different to his own, and Ace feels like he can relax and drop the “entertainer” act when she′s around.

He’s not actually close to her personally, as they don’t have much more in common than being the token happy person by the campfire. Still, they have a silent understanding of one another.

Ace will sometimes call her obnoxious pet names like honey, sweetheart and pumpkin, and she’ll just laugh in her melodious voice and shoot back a “yes, darlin’?”.

Adam

Adam is well-read and sophisticated to a point where Ace feels a little bit intimidated. Adam will frown at some of his jokes and correct him, and Ace will feel dumb.

Ace starts having his guard up around the other, until Adam seems to notice and makes a conscious effort to befriend him, confessing that he’s just a little awkward and never meant to be rude.

Ace is always quick to forgive and forget and goes back to joking full force, also making an effort to ask the other about some useless trivia every now and then because it makes Adam’s face light up.

Jeff

Jeff is just so chill even Ace feels himself mellow out in his company. They have pretty much nothing in common but Jeff always chuckles at his jokes and has some pretty good one-liners of his own.

He’ll sometimes just sit with Jeff and talk about anything and everything, appreciating the other’s interesting worldview that’s so different to his own. It always feels kind of like he’s just out having a beer with a bro.

Jeff is the one Ace is most comfortable with asking advice from, because the man never judges and his advice often offers a whole new perspective.

Jane

Jane and Ace butt heads a lot. She doesn’t like some of his more questionable jokes and won’t hesitate to call him out. In return, he’ll claim she just needs to lighten up.

Eventually this dynamic becomes a joke of its own, with the others commenting on how “mom and dad are arguing again”.

Ash

Hoo boy. These two are so much alike and it usually ends in disaster. Will bully killers together and get facecamped while the other is slugged next to the hook.

Ash is more of an adrenaline junkie than him, and Ace actually starts finding himself being the voice of reason that tries to talk Ash out of sucker punching the killer.

Ash is somehow also even more of an attention whore than Ace, so when the man is telling a crazy story to the rest of the camp, Ace is content to quietly slip away from the commotion and go chill with Claudette or Jeff.

Nancy

Nancy is one of the smartest people Ace has ever met and he loves how flustered she gets whenever he tells her as much.

He’s happy to let her take the lead in trials, as she, like Dwight, seems to be a natural leader. She’s always surprised by his acceptance of her as an equal or even superior, and he can tell she’s had trouble with being taken seriously in the past.

That being said, he can’t resist messing with her every now and then, cracking jokes and trying to get her to loosen up and realize that the fate of the world does not rest on her shoulders.

Steve

Ace sees a lot of himself in Steve; the goofiness, the troublemaking, and the cockiness that sometimes verges on arrogance.

He goes along with Steve’s dumb ideas in trials, feeling decades younger every time the teen eggs him on to have flashlight lightshows or make farting sounds with the gauze rolls instead of doing the objective.

When Steve inevitably gets caught trying to pull a dumb stunt, Ace will be the one to save his ass while giving him shit for it, all in good nature.

Yui

Yui is a badass if he’s ever seen one. They’ve pulled off so many end-game rescues together that should have been impossible, but with her determination and his luck they always seem to defeat the odds.

In camp, Yui is a wiseass and they give each other so much shit for the smallest of things. Yui is painfully blunt and thrives on good banter, and Ace is happy to indulge her.

Yui has a filthy mouth that will give David a run for his money and has even managed to make Ace blush and gape on a couple of occasions.

Zarina

Zarina is not amused by Ace’s flirting and flamboyance. Zarina values actions, not words, and somehow seems to sense all the empty promises Ace has made in his past.

Each time he’s about to engage her in conversation is predated by one of her eye rolls or exaggerated sighs. He starts greeting her with the same gestures to mess with her, annoying her further.

Nevertheless, when push comes to shove, she’s there to pick him up off the ground at the expense of her own health state and reluctantly compliments him for running the killer for three gens.

Cheryl

Cheryl keeps surprising Ace, her shy demeanor hiding a dry sense of humor and a rebellious streak.

She plays along with his banter without missing a beat, throwing in some jokes at his expense for good measure, causing Nea and Yui to basically insta-adopt her as one of their own and bond over his shitty sense of humor.

sorry there’s only 2 for jane and cheryl! i’ve done a hc with ace&jane before and i still don’t have a good grasp on cheryl/heather’s character ;w;

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