#but WHATEVER i DIGRESS and shit. ignore this. whatever

[instantpansies]

life is hard for us oz fans who are only meh about wicked. have half a meme.

[oatmealdaydreams]

would like to add: just bc someone disagrees with your takes or has different takes than you, doesn't mean it warrants retaliation :)

free my boy yes he did that shit but also a huge part of sanders sides is about the fact that no one is 100% good or 100% bad its never that simple and we all contain multitudes as well as the capacity to harm others even without meaning to 🗣🗣

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

I WANT A HEART TATTOO!

I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!

synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.

➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader

➚ word count// 2k

contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?

notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...

Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him. 

“You’re quiet.” 

You hum as you take a sip of your own beer. 

He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?” 

“I like watching you clean.” 

Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress). 

“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?” 

You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.” 

He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.” 

“And leave you to fend for yourself?”

“I’m a grown man.” 

“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.” 

Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.

maybe a little too much.

Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape. 

“Hey Y/N?” 

“Something wrong?” 

He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?” 

“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“ 

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” 

“Oh. then what were you gonna say?” 

“Can I give you a tattoo?” 

You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…

Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!” 

“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much. 

“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.” 

You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?” 

You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.” 

“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.

Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.

“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“Getting tattooed scares me too.”

“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”

Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”

“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.

“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”

“Exactly!”

“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”

“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”

Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”

You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.

“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.

“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”

“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”

“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”

“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”

You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.

“…fine”

“fine?”

“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.

You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”

Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.

You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.

He just did that to comfort you.

That’s all.

He was just trying to be reassuring.

That's it.

At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.

The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.

Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”

You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.

Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”

You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”

“Then sit.”

And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.

“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”

“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.

He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”

“Do it like this or not at all.”

“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”

You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”

“Why like this anyway?”

“Because it’s comfortable..?”

Not really.

Like at all.

Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.

“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”

“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”

Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”

You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.

“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”

You nod sheepishly.

Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”

You nod again.

but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”

“For real this time.”

Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.

It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.

The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.

But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.

Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”

“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.

“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.

“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”

You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.

Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”

All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“

Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”

You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.

“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”

You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”

“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”

“Mind your business-“

Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.

and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[neptunedivine]

astro observations pt. iv

✧ more saturn observations ✧

✧ Whenever Saturn moves into Aries, I feel like that’s going to be a “no bullshit” season. I’m not sure of the details but in theory, it sounds very blunt, upfront, and in your face. Whatever this karma is, you can’t ignore it.

✧ If the writers currently don’t get their well-deserved justice during this Saturn transit (which the more I think about would be very weird if they didn’t), I think the dust will finally settle—end-all-be-all— during the Gemini Saturn transit since Gemini rules over writing.

✧ Speaking of Gemini Saturn, I feel like the internet for politicians in the states is like the Wild West. I fully believe they have no clue what they’re doing. If they do lay down some form of structure (maybe restrictions but I’m not sure) during the Gemini Saturn transit would make sense.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LOOK INTO SATURN TRANSITS IF YOU WANT TO MAKE CAREER MOVES!!

✧ As a student in computer science, I saw so many people getting jobs in tech left and right, getting certificates, and going to boot camps and everything (made me feel like shit but I digress). Also, we all saw the major influx of influencers too. I highly recommend looking into what sign Saturn is transiting to help you in your dream career. It’s not like a boost overnight, but it is stable and if you work hard and stay disciplined, Saturn will reward you. The only warning is that you must do it the right way, I wouldn’t consider any shortcuts or cheating. ✧ Though a lot of people got jobs in tech in the last few years when Saturn was in Aquarius, a lot of people (mainly project managers) lost their jobs when Saturn moved into Pisces. I think this because PMs were the easy way in, it’s basically like being a general manager in tech, no programming or code is really involved in their role.

Here are some benefitted professions for the upcoming transits. Note: If something doesn’t align right now or doesn’t at all, these transits aren’t end-all-be-all! There are so many transits happening all the time that can be beneficial as well.

✧ Saturn in Pisces (March 2, 2023 - February 13, 2026) : for my creatives (especially my singers, musicians, actors, photographers, and visual artists), spiritual workers, mental health workers, etc. ✧ Saturn in Aries (February 14, 2026 - April 12, 2028) : for my entrepreneurs, models, athletes, trainers, any profession that requires physical activity and/or competition and challenges, etc. ✧ Saturn in Taurus (April 13, 2028 - May 30, 2030) : for my bakers, cooks, chefs, designers of all kinds, fashionistas, beauticians, and anything to do with beautifying, etc. ✧ Saturn in Gemini (June 1, 2030 - July 13, 2032) : for my bloggers, writers, teachers, journalists, anything to do with communication, media, language(s), etc.

that’s all for now. see you later!

[guerriya-ghost]

Can't believe 911 ABC is what finally got me to post on here, but whatever ... also working on my mental health BUT WHATEVER

I love how 911 plays with ghosts and spirits and superstitions, I think it's fun! Especially being someone who is pretty spiritual.

I also think it's really funny how much Eddie just doesn't believe in it. Being Mexican myself it seeps into your daily life without even knowing ya know. Someone in your family either visits or is a curandera, sobadora, psychic (to a certain extent)

I digress. I just wanted to get a fic idea out there! That maybe I'll write maybe I won't 🤷🏻

It starts off as normal day, ya know. They get a call that doesn't seem as crazy as it turns out it will become. A small fire in a design firm. They were testing out some oil paints for a specific brand. They didn't clean/dispose of the rags correctly they ignight. Things get pretty big bc the paint is also there and other art supplies that are flammable (as many thinning agents that are used for oils are), but almost everyone is accounted for in the evacuation and they're doing the final rounds looking for people as they're slowly controlling the fire.

Buck, bc it's usually Buck, finds the last person they're looking for, and the person runs towards him, and he runs to them as the room is half engulfed in flames. And in true 911 fashion, something explodes, things collapse and Buck as much as he tries to shield the person, the person under him still gets gravely injured and it's gonna take a while before they get dug out.

They talk for a bit, they do that half-hearted laugh where anyone who's been in a shit situation does, and the person is slowly slowing down. For whatever it's worth, in a different life, they could've been friends. The person tells Buck this much, you can hear Buck crumble.

They've been face to face this whole time, Buck isn't holding the debri up, but there isn't much room to move off anyway. The person has a nice smile and below the smell of soot and fire they smell like clean linens and fresh air.

It's not looking good.

The person breaks, confesses that they're scared and everything hurts and they don't straight bawl but they are crying. They also apologize to Buck they hope they don't haunt him. They tell him thank you, for talking with them, for being so kind and calm, for holding onto hope that the person never had to begin with, it made the waiting bareable. They say to Buck that they hope he doesn't feel guilt, that it's ok even if they are scared and want to live bc he made this all bearable.

They ask if he could hug them, that they always looked for someone to hug them when they were scared. And Buck does obviously. He's careful and gentle but he allows him self to lean on the person, he feels them go slack. He's crying.

They dont die but they fall into a coma. And you get to see the ghost of the person follow Buck and his team around.they realize they can manipulate little things, let themselves be known.

And Buck does notice and he's like wtf ... WTF.... he tells Eddie. Eddie laughs him off but the rest of the crew play along bc if anything Hen and Chim can fuck with him. That is until Jee start talking about imaginary friends and Hen keeps losing thing only for them to reappear Ina random place, completely impossible.

So they accept the ghost, except Eddie, weird things are happening to him but he ignores them. Everyone talks and hangs out with the ghost they have fun and play pranks and yadda yadda. Eddie lives in denial for a bit.

And then they get another call. And then it's Eddie that goes down. And then it's Eddie's heart that stops. And then it's Eddie looking down at his body and the ghost is next to him and ... hey he recognizes them. And they're like yeah, I've just been keeping an eye on Buck, and the rest of my family. Somethings been telling me to wait, idk for what but I know realize that it was for you. Eddie is sure he's crazy now, bc how and what??

They laugh bc there are no thoughts, only truth in the space they currently inhabit. It isn't your time yet, they say. They grab Eddie's hand and lead him back to his body. He's crashing, and then he panics and asks how to go back, and the person responds that it has to be the right time. That the physical body and spiritual body need to balance. That the drugs and life-saving actions need to take effect, and he needs to feel the tug back. Eddie is guided back into his body but before he goes the person hugs him hard and says give Buck one of these for me.

Some other stuff happens, the person returns to their body too and eventually goes to visit both Buck and Eddie. They both remember what happen, and the person remembers all their pranks too. The team is floored and so is the person but maybe the 118 make a new friend and maybe they all believe in something deeper too.

[actual-changeling]

i am still looking at the arcadia house and ohhhh boy do i have more thoughts. this is about to be an unhinged meta ramble written at 2 am so buckle in folks.

i know the most likely answer is that no one considered this important enough to keep track of so fuck continuity i guess, but i am not here for the easy answers.

if we ignore the windows that open to the outside even though they

a) SHOULDN'T based on their architecture and

b) do NOT have any kind of handle

we still end up with one big mystery.

side note: these are the windows. if you can spot something i missed, PLEASE tell me. they gotta open somehow because they ARE open, but????? anyway.

my question is what the FUCK is happening with the front facing window?

in case you're not as obsessed with this episode as i currently am, i mean this one:

i am pointing out the position of the streetlamp for reasons that will become clear in a second.

now, what's wrong with the window? by itself—nothing. but once you add the view from the inside it becomes funky. we get a small number of shots at different times. here is the window behind the (about to be bludgeoned to death) klines.

it looks like some sort of mosaic which is a weird place to put it but okay.

side note: why is the bed right in front of it? the room is big enough for other options, but i digress. we've already talked about the atrocious architectural and interior design choices.

said mosaic is barely visible from the outside, you can kinda see the outlines here.

i now have several more questions.

firstly, WHAT do we see through the window? on the right, you can spot what looks like some sort of shelf, and since the mosaic colours do not add up to form that kind of pattern, it HAS to be something else.

you can spot it at different angles so it's not just a weird reflection, it stays consistent.

this non-existent object, however, is the least of my worries. before i tell you what caused me to write this post, i want to point out the direction said window is facing.

we can spot the sun BEHIND the building both in the morning and in the early afternoon. since we get a nice shot of mulder's watch, we can deduce that this is south.

while this opens more questions regarding continuity (it's february. why is the sun still so high at 2:20 pm???), it's more important that we can now say with certainty that our mystery window is facing NORTH. north-facing means it does not get any direct sunlight throughout the day.

remember the streetlamp? it is lower then the window and also at an angle, meaning that its light will barely if at all shine through said window.

which finally brings us to my problem: what the FUCK is happening here?

this is at night, and even if it were earlier in the evening, the sun sets at, what, 6 pm? it's DARK. so please explain to me why the hell this window is back-lit (???) by something and also what the fuck that pattern is because it sure as hell doesn't match up with the one we see with the klines. that window has not changed between then and now.

no, there are no plants outside that could cause these shadows.

no, there are no lights directed at this window at an almost 90° angle, which you'd need to get this kind of fully lit-up result.

no, there are no lights underneath the roof overhang, as can be seen here.

there is nothing weird or notable about the outside of the window.

where are the lights coming from????? it looks like some sort of LED back-lit decoration but we KNOW it is a north-facing window. we can SEE parts of the mosaic from the outside, so there is no barrier or whatever between two panes of glass (???). which would also be a weird fucking choice but this house is might as well have that shit too; i would not be surprised.

so what is lighting up this window? if anyone has an explanation that makes sense and aligns with the facts we already have PLEASE tell me because i cannot figure it out.

the real x file of this episode is the mysterious, spontaneous lighting up, mosaic window that can apparently also shapeshift. did no one give a fuck about any of this and that's why it's the way it is? probably. but again, not here for the cop-out answers.

that concludes my increasingly less sane meta spiral for the day, feel free to add your own thoughts!!

[cboffshore]

Call me the timepiece section at IKEA the way I've just been clocked. Anyway, counter confession notes and associated mad rambling under the cut - and to those of you expecting this to be Zane-heavy, it's not, but he is certainly there. TLDR this is mostly a drawn out Nadakhan analysis, but Zane's the case study. Specifically, the chess scene.

It's going to get messy, but it'll be fun, I think. (And you know I love flexing the analysis rebuttal muscles.)

I'm not going to put anon on blast here. Those days are behind me, mostly; I just never get to discuss these points and that confession reminded me of the topic. What I will say is that the general criticism of that ask - that is, the sentiments of "Skybound only works because everyone is OOC and stupid the whole time" and "Nadakhan is not actually as smart as he's made out to be" - are takes I've seen for years, most often deployed as This Is Why Skybound Is The Pits proof. If I had a nickel for every time I've seen it, I could buy a time machine and travel back to the Skybound production period to fund a full seasonal soundtrack.

What's interesting is that they're both, to some extent, true - but in a way that makes them both something of a narrative strength, imo.

See, Nadakhan's entire schtick is destabilization. When you look at all his actions, it becomes clear that they all have the same core: undermining what already exists and using it to his advantage, collateral damage be damned. There's the very literal destabilization of Ninjago, the tearing the infrastructure down to remix into something a lot flimsier, held together by bubblegum and many, many wishes; there's the meta angle, where he becomes the first villain in the show to thoroughly buck the seasonal rhythm and actually make it to his finish line for longer than usual. There's his upbringing, where for whatever reason he couldn't - or wouldn't - hack it at home, and so left (or was exiled? Jury's still out) to pursue a career based on - say it with me now - taking advantage of others for his own gain.

In that same vein, it's no surprise that destabilization is how he approaches most of his attacks... which brings us to Zane, and a little more anon nitpicking, and the chess scene.

So, first up: I don't think fact that it's chess that matters that much. I'll agree that that's a very easy way to inject an air of Smart Shit Is Going On Here for the audience of children, even though it's a completely wackadoodle game as per this excellent Reddit post I just linked. Obviously it builds on the chess motif that carries Zane through the season, plus gives Nadakhan an easy way to add insult to injury at the end there. If you want to get fancy shmancy with it, you could make up some bullshit about losing queens, but I digress. Honestly, you could swap it out for poker, or UNO, or a pancake flipping contest, or anything Zane is ever shown to be familiar with, and it would work fine.

Because it's not the chess that's important at the end of the day. It's what it represents: familiar intellectual territory for Zane that Nadakhan is able to destabilize.

Ordinarily I'd want to see more of Chess Freak Zane before making a claim like that, but the nice thing about Skybound is it's a sandbox; the chess thing is limited to that space. In "Infamous" we see him ending a streak of over 100 games against Jay, which for Skybound means: Chess Freak Zane, Google en passant, holy hell, you get the picture. Point is, chess is painted (in VERY rough strokes, to be fair) as Zane's Thing. So when he goes belowdecks and that's the centerpiece of the challenge, he should be fine, right?

Nope. Obviously he's not. That's not helped by it not being about the chess for Nadakhan, either - obviously he just wants Zane's soul, and is able to read him well enough to find a weak spot. Which means it's time for destabilization! Again! We see that in the discussion and wish exchange, where Nadakhan seemingly ignores Zane's initial loophole safeguard wish (more on that later!!!) and then immediately kills Pixal after "granting" the tenfold-harm one. I'm open to arguing that killing Pixal does safely circumvent the harm-to-Zane principle in that he suffers no physical damage, but as for emotional damage... yeah, this one is weird, but I'll get to that too!

Anyway, the way Nadakhan conducts the exchange scrambles the already limited information Zane has on him and how he operates, which opens up an avenue for Nadakhan to manipulate and keep Zane from having the time to adjust to it. For instance, Zane's expecting to get three wishes total; he doesn't. He only actually gets two - the tenfold-harm one is not phrased as a wish, so Nadakhan's under no obligation to grant it as such.

For whatever reason - high on confidence, maybe - Zane doesn't catch that mistake and just moves on to his "third" wish. Nadakhan does catch it, though, and praises Zane's originality - just to make it seem like it went through - before he jumps into the discussion of wish one. This throws Zane off and frustrates him. He starts to panic, is unable to defend his original wish, and then Nadakhan slaps down the Kill Pixal card... and we all know what that does.

So: it's not that Nadakhan is as blisteringly intelligent as the show wants us to believe. He doesn't really need to be. He just needs to be smart enough to take advantage of whatever openings he can get - in this case, Zane's complacency and confidence in familiar territory. I'd argue that counts as intelligence - more of a street smarts compared to the book smarts he's up against with Zane, but smarts all the same. Still, though: Nadakhan's not stupid. Zane's not, either. He's just not great at adjusting to this new challenge, because that's how Nadakhan wants him.

Back to the original sentiments I'm writing this rebuttal to so I can wrap this up:

Skybound only works because everyone is stupid and OOC the whole time: I wouldn't say the whole time, but I won't deny some characters keep taking the Idiot Ball and holding it close. This is not a flaw on their part; this is Nadakhan's method. Find the weakness, exploit it, profit. His plans only work, and Skybound only continues as written, because he can pull it off and nudge people to be stupid and OOC as needed.

Nadakhan isn't actually as smart as the show makes him out to be: he doesn't have to be, at least not all the time. See above - he's just got to be smart enough, or in a way his enemies don't expect him to be, such as the way he reads and attacks Zane.

That's about all the notes I have on that specific issue, but I do want to make a few final statements regarding that tenfold-harm one - which is fascinating in a couple of different ways.

I think something people forget about this scene is that Nadakhan doesn't actually get a chance to interpret Zane's wishes as the first wish instructs. Remember, Zane never actually makes a second one that isn't wishing it all away. See above - the tenfold-harm one isn't worded like a wish, so it wouldn't apply. Technically, Nadakhan switching the topic to the logic of the first wish to ask Zane if it would apply to Pixal isn't twisting his words. At best, it's trying to understand those parameters. (Which, in a fun twisted way, would honor that original request to understand Zane fully - how can Nadakhan grant any following wish accurately if he doesn't know the terms and conditions?) At worst, it's distraction. That's why Nadakhan suddenly pivots to that - to distract Zane from realizing he's actually got two wishes left, because just like Zane, he doesn't have the time to adapt to a new formula. They're both expecting three wishes to happen and they're not going to exceed that limit, dammit! Trapped by societal conventions or whatever!

But, just for fun: let's pretend that second "wish" went through.

Let's say Zane did word it properly, W-word and all, which I've noticed has been the working assumption since the episode came out. Zane fell for it, and so did the audience, so let's take a look at it through that lens.

It would obviously be very, very bad for Nadakhan to experience the equivalent of ten Pixals dying at that moment - he'd be incapacitated. I'm not even sure what would count as that under his circumstances in that episode, which is fine, because obviously that doesn't happen. Nadakhan always grants (or, at least, tries to grant) wishes in a way that benefits him, so it makes sense that he'd throw in some fine print for this one. Even under the taking-Zane-literally wish, this works out just fine. Zane didn't specify a timeline for when the tenfold harm has to happen to Nadakhan; as the wish interpreter and granter, Nadakhan would get to set those parameters.

I imagine he wouldn't want that much harm happening until after he's equipped to deal with it somehow - say, using infinite wishes to just negate it. So: let's say Nadakhan pushes the activation period off til after the wedding. No matter what happens, he's insured: if he can't pull off the wedding, the harm never kicks in.

But, as we all know - the wedding does happen. And what happens right around the same time? Nadakhan gets high on confidence. He fully loses his entire crew, either to eroded trust or banishment. He loses his rebuilt realm and his new powers before he can remember to negate that tenfold-harm wish in this hypothetical (which he canonically hasn't forgotten about, if using the same language against Flintlocke in "Wishmasters" says anything). Delara is resurrected and quickly ripped away; he is humiliated, forced to delete his own golden era timeline, and then thrown straight back into the teapot, all his work unraveled - and, if you believe in the Hageman Brothers tweet fun fact canon, left to stew about it for eternity.

The numbers are a little nebulous, but that all seems like it would suck enough to be worth about ten dead Pixals.

[marley-manson]

Out of curiosity, how would you describe ways people are misogynistic about female characters they like? I can probably guess, ("she's a perfect angel", "she's two dimensional now because everything she does is excusable", "she's the mother", etc.) but I would like to hear your take on it

Yeah that's definitely one of the categories of commentary I was thinking of. Reducing her down to a badass lady with the sole braincell, ignoring flaws and complexities and completely smoothing out her personality, mom friend lol, you nailed that. Also the classic awesome lady and her silly boys style threesome stuff, or the canon love interest in m/m who is totally understanding and supportive and steps aside or welcomes an open relationship happily. It's super annoying and tbqh I'd by far rather see people completely ignore a fictional woman's existence than frame her like that. Honestly, I'd rather see genuine character bashing of a love interest lol, because at least in those fics she usually has a personality, and sometimes even gets to do interesting things.

On the het fan side of things I'd also include a loooooooot of the ways people write and talk about het romance. I see a lot of female character fans, usually the kind who are resentful of m/m and call gay shippers misogynist a lot, who act like their favourite fictional woman can only attain personal fulfillment if she gets together with the dude they ship her with and see anyone who doesn't ship her with a dude (often including f/f fans) as like, maliciously depriving her of happiness lol.

But also all those little heteronormative things that add up - the woman is 'spunky' or 'sassy' (because the man has the power), she falls very neatly into the small weak feminine category to contrast with the manly dude with rough calloused hands (no matter how effeminate the dude actually is lol), she's nurturing and comforting and reads the dude's mind to provide him exactly what he needs and is tolerant and indulgent of his shittiness, her good looks are pointed out a lot, she's a great mom no matter what her canon personality is, etc etc.

And then there's the ship wars lol. Being a fan of a fictional woman absolutely does not mean you love all fictional women, and a lot of the absolute nastiest most misogynist statements I've seen in fandom have come from rival hetshippers wanking. You want to see a woman called a screeching harpy or a fugly slut or a manipulative whore or whatever else lol dive into a fandom with rival het ship wars. My favourite woman is practically perfect in every way and deserves the dude, your favourite woman is a wanton hussy.

This also holds true for the very few f/f fandoms that have rival f/f ships ime. Even Xena fandom regularly had plenty of misogynist things to say about any woman who makes eyes at Gabrielle who isn't Xena lol.

Also I would argue that wider f/f fandom's really fucking annoying compulsion to smooth away all relationship and character flaws and write two perfect women braiding each others' hair and maybe delicately finger-fucking at best in fear of problematic dynamics and kinks is also misogynist at its core, at least as an inescapable trend if not on an individual basis. Though, on that individual basis, the rhetoric around policing problematic f/f is absolutely misogynist (and homophobic). Good women don't get off on power and abuse, we can only like totally egalitarian sex, you're probably a predator if you're into dark fiction, that kind of shit.

And of course that also goes for the rhetoric around fic in general and how much misogyny is aimed at women writing kinky shit or m/m etc, but that's a bit of a digression since it's aimed at real women rather than fictional characters, so I'll stop there.

Thanks for asking and giving me a chance to complain more lol <3

[tideveil]

furthermore, it's not even the fact that there are no ideas that could be seen as vaguely problematic, but that the world of thedas was scrubbed from it, just as if bioware is so terribly afraid of offending someone that all the complicated issues that they created (or rather, the writers before them), are just swept under the rug.

slavery in tevinter is a vague concepts and it's just good guys who want abolish it, and evil guys who want to keep it. if you create a society where slavery is so much ingrained into it, you should meet characters who consider slavery very much normal and very much part what should be normal. said characters may be funny, likeable, cool and whatnot. and personally, I think it's very important that we are faced with characters like that. characters that are outwardly friendly, kind, funny but still have problematic opinions at worst, and opinions you wouldn't agree with at best. it's important for understanding media and having media literacy that many people sorely miss. and we need to discuss those opinions ingame and get to agree or disagree. not the different options of agreeing with a character and not having your own opinions. but I digress. bioware takes this even a bit further, it's not just "the good guys hate slavery, the bad guys like slavery" - you don't even get to see any slaves, and slavery remains something that is vaguely mentioned sometimes, but of course, nobody actually goes in. (this isn't me trying to defend slavery in any way. fictional or non-fictional. slavery Is the prime example I use for established issues being ignored)

and as mentioned before, not one single elf you interact with says something like "hey we've been mistreated for so long, maybe it would be right to join the evanuris, they could help us" as in... desperate people do desperate things. or being so terrified of the evanuris that they join them out of fear. no, the "worst" you get is "wow i feel a bit conflicted about the fact that our gods are back but they are evil, but i won't have a crisis of faith and question everything i knew about my culture and origins, fuck the evanuris!" - and on the other hand, everyone knows that they are elven gods, and not once, you see even a designated hate sink npc even say "fuck the elves, that's their fault" - whereas in past games, elves couldn't even sneeze without the humans blaming them for a plague (or whatever the quote is).

plus the whole idea of "we are in the north, so the mage-templar war and the divine in orlais are irrelevant" is infuriating because the north =/= tevinter lmao. at least one character should have opinions on that.

i won't go into the whole bullshit bioware created in regards to the antivan crows and shifting them from an assassin organisation who recruit and abuse children and practice slavery to quirky freedom fighters who only want the best for everyone - as this topic has been talked about enough, lol.

it's just... the game only gives you the option to be good. you don't even have the option to be even slightly amoral, someone who is objectively good but wants to get the job done, and has no time or patience for every little issue your companions have. you're forced to be the good guy, but choosing the good options isn't worth shit if the bad options.

[crowrave]

Procrastinating on Stopping a War

Crest decides to wander around Sameria and check the place out despite the fact that he’s supposed to go to a sky kingdom and request for their help

This story is going to be in Crest’s own perspective; and will be centered on himself, and his jumping focus on his crimes, the murder of King Calvus, and the Navy’s knowledge of his actions.

⚠️ Blood and Death warning near the end! ⚠️

(Also swearing)

Bright. If there was one word he could use to describe Sameria, it would definitely be bright. Or hot, either one works, but he digresses.

He’s supposed to be going to some guy that supposedly can make him a glider to go to some sky city; but he is not bound by the Empress’ word, so he can hold it off for a later date.

The bustling kingdom of Sameria was filled with life. Merchants from all around the War Seas were here selling goods and treasures, Blacksmiths were forging weapons and amulets for adventurers and soldiers, and civilians were chatting and sipping on smoothies made with (edible?) ice.

The sensation of everything happening at once was quite a lot for him. He covered them the best he could to block out the sound; but the unbearable heat of the sun beating down on him could not be ignored either.

He hates it. Maybe Morden or Iris like the weather, but for him? Fuck that. He’s rather be back fighting that General Argos guy again than be here.

Crest makes his way out of the main parts of the city, and towards the calm, quiet shade of within the Samerian Castle.

It’s much colder inside than out there.

He knows better than to go into the throne room or the meeting area that the group was in just a few hours ago. Hopefully none of the guards here snitch on him and tell the royal that he’s still here, and not already looking for the man who makes gliders for a living and whatnot.

There’s also the fact that sooner or later, the kingdom will find out about what he’s done to their precious king, and maybe about what happened to the general and other royals too. He doesn’t regret killing them, but it would be a shame to get kicked out of such a ‘nice’ place.

As it turns out, he had been standing by the entrance a bit too long; and a guard walks up to him as he stands before the entrance.

“Greetings. You are with that group of mercenaries that Empress Nilah has mentioned is helping us with the war on Keraxe?”

The soldier was short, but definitely had some muscle on them. The Sun Ensign on their armor easily showed their allegiance to the kingdom; though Crest didn’t need to look at it to already understand who they are.

The half-blind idiot shrunk and hunched into himself a bit for not noticing how long he had simply been standing and staring at the doors of the throne room.

“…Ah, yes. My team and I apologize for not getting to Port Mistral sooner. We had no idea that Keraxe would make a move so quickly.”

The woman tilts their head in confusion for a moment, before recognition of his meaning sets in.

She gives an understanding smile, and pats him on the shoulder.

“Hey now, there’s no need to fret! Honestly, you got there far quicker than our Navy would have, anyways! We appreciate your willingness to help Sameria in this war. After news of King Calvus’ death came to the kingdom, we were all devastated! We’d thought that there was no hope that we would get help!”

Holy shit- oh I’m FUCKED if anyone here finds out about what I did, shit shit shit shit-

I take it back, maybe killing that old royal bastard was a bad idea, I should’ve just tortured him for information instead-

The timid man simply rubs the back of his head and laughs nervously.

“Hhhhahahah! W-Well, no need for such compliments! We’re a mercenary group after all; we could be here for the money for all you know.”

She rolls her eyes and gives him an assuring look. Whatever idea she had of him in her head— it’s seems that it was confirmed to be true.

“Hm. You say that, but yet your actions say otherwise. You could have simply flat out demanded the money from our Empress after discovering that Mistral was destroyed, and that you brought back as many survivors as you could. Yet, you chose to keep going. You have the righteous mind of a man who’s willing to do anything if it means that justice shall be served. Even if others go against it.”

Was this lady a therapist before being a soldier, or what??

The man smiles softly and begins to give another laugh. A genuine one, this time.

“You’re quite wise, you know that? You might as well be giving advice and helping people through their problems than fighting a war.”

“That sounds nice, but I prefer the life of a soldier much better than a sedimentary lifestyle. You can just feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins! The hearts of those around you beating in sync together! The blood of your enemies as you declare your victory!”

The fighter begins to laugh maniacally before abruptly stopping and realizing that the warlock was still there.

She looks at him awkwardly and give a small chuckle.

“Haha… oops! Pretend you heard none of that.”

She then proceeds to skip giddily back to her post. Crest starts backing slowly out of sight and back to the city’s capital.

You know what? Maybe burning in the sun is better. At least then there won’t be bloodthirsty warriors talking about their love of killing people. (God damn hypocrite.)

He speed-walks through crowds and busy stores, trying to find a better place to hide.

With how full this place is, you’d expect that at least one of them is a Keraxe spy. Returning information to the enemy kingdom, documenting a civilian’s every move, learning where they live, when they eat, when they-

He accidentally bumps into a Grand Navy guard.

Both of them turn towards each other, shock on their faces.

The people around them simply give them odd looks and walk around the two.

The Navy Vice Captain’s eyes start to look from side to side, as if anyone else recognizes him as a wanted criminal.

Before Crest can say anything, he gets dragged into the nearest empty alleyway, and is pushed against the wall. The rage in the man’s eyes tells him everything.

“What the hell is some criminal scum like you doing here? I thought the Empress would have already executed a monster like you.”

Well guess what? You can’t do shit to me without getting your ass beat within an inch of a mile.

While the man currently being held up at a terrifyingly high height by someone pinning him by the throat in an alleyway wasn’t smiling, it sure felt like it.

“I’m part of a mercenary team. I was hired by the Empress herself to help fight the war between Sameria and Keraxe.”

The guard drops him onto the floor. The impact hurt like hell, but it’s far better than getting his shit rocked and publicly announced as an enemy of the kingdom for murdering their king.

However, the relief was short-lived when the bastard held a sword against his throat.

“You…? YOU? Of ALL the people she would hire, she chose the one who left their protectors KINGLESS? How about you tell me one good reason I shouldn’t murder you and hold your head on a pike for the whole world to see?”

His brain was wracking itself around for an answer. There was no reason he shouldn’t. He’s caused so much pain and suffering just to achieve his own selfish goal; and yet he can’t help but wish that he can complete his objective before his death.

Suddenly, a lightbulb blinks to life in his mind; and he grabs the sword, snaps in into two, and tosses it aside. He then grabs onto the Vice Captain’s chin, and forces the man to look directly at him. His eyes narrow, and the icy cold look he gives proves to be effective.

“I’m sure you know just how powerful I am. You’ve read the posters, the charges, the felonies. What makes you think I can’t just slaughter you and your crew like sheep, fleece your skin, and wear it as a coat? They want me, because I am strong. I am loyal to those who treat me kindly. Suffering will be sent back tenfold.”

He switches from the chin to his throat, slowly squeezing it with more and more pressure, as he watches the Navy dog’s face turn as blue as his uniform.

“I do what I want. Your opinions and morals have no appeal to me. If murdering this whole kingdom benefits me, and ONLY me? I would do it in a heartbeat.”

As the ‘timid’ warlock finishes his speech, the sentry had already passed out from lack of oxygen.

The hollowness of his small victory echoes in his mind.

“…Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a war to stop. Bye bye now.”

Crest crushes the man’s head in his fist, watching the blood trickle down his arm and onto the floor.

The body is found hours later; the criminal having fled the scene a long while ago.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey cas :), I’ve been feeling down and can’t rlly talk to anyone rn but like idk u give rlly good advice and I kinda need some :p. just a warning this kinda just seems like a bunch of nonsense high school drama (which it is but I digress). I started high school last year with like a newish group of friends, and all of said friends are queer and so am I. They’re all already out, which I love for them, but I’m not. This wasn’t an issue before, the only difference in our interaction was that they wouldn’t mention anything in front of my family and that was that. Going into high school though they’ve started to ignore my concerns. All of them either have accepting families or their parents have no way of knowing about them. Where we live there’s a tight knit community of people from the country I’m from too, and they all hapen to be very religious. I consider myself religious too, but as much as I hate it there’s a lot of deeply rooted homophobia. As much as my friends claim they understand they really don’t, I already struggle enough not speaking enough of the language, being queer is quite literally the worst thing I could be. My friends don’t get that. I’ve basically been “disowned” from some of the kids at school because of people assuming that am queer bc of my friends talking about me being gay, which I find weird but whatever. Like it sounds silly when I read it back but it’s like that’s the only thing I’m associated with now, even with my straight friends which I hate, not because im ashamed but I don’t want the fact that I happen to like girls to be my only personality trait in their eyes. This seems like an overreaction but cas when I tell you I’ve had days where I go from class to class with one specific friend (this is mainly an issue with like three people btw but like it’s worse when they’re with other people) and this girl will be basically singing to the hills about my most personal details while I’m losing my shit beginning her to shut up. And these god damn assumptions that people make about me now has ruined every romantic relationship I’ve had a chance at. Anyway I love my friends ofc but I genuinely don’t want to be out and I don’t know how to get them to understand that. Idk Cas I suck balls at making boundaries and the last time I had to do something like this the only advice that I got wax that I have a major skill issue and to get better. Idk cas, ur welcome for this juicy vent, I hope you and your partner have a lovely day, I apologize for my grammar, I fear I am fated to write like an 8 year old for the rest of my days :(. Oh! And happy new year :)

Hi hon <3

I'm so sorry that your friends aren't respecting your boundaries. It sounds like even though THEY are comfortable with being open, you aren't and that's okay.

I know you already know you need to set boundaries, but could you maybe start by setting some small ones that aren't as important? Like just as practice? That way you aren't doing anything that feels as drastic. That might make it easier. <3

I'm naming you fated anon!

[radiance1]

Eastern Dragon Danny, but he ends up in BotW/TotK timeline and chills there thinking Aragon would never look for Danny in a medieval fantasy setting

I know naught much of Botw/Totk lore since all I have read are fanfics but I shall try my best I guess?

Botw-

Danny just, doesn't involve himself with anything regarding this new land, like, at all. He mostly keeps to himself and just tries to enjoy life now,

Mostly just discreetly (as much as a dragon can) flying around and doing whatever he wants.

Perhaps he also meets Dinraal, Farosh and Naydra pre-calamity and become somewhat friends? Like, he visits them a bit from time to time and maybe they act a bit parental because Danny just, gives off the feel of a baby dragon.

Probably because he is a baby dragon, but I digress.

When the calamity happens, he's just blindsided because, holy shit what in the ever-loving FUCK just happened? When he went to where he thinks it came from, he saw the castle that he usually pass by whenever he wanders around (out of sight of course) and found it in ruins.

He didn't even have time to properly look at it, because soon enough he was dodging multiple goddamn laser beams, like, he didn't even know they had these here!

Oh, hey there's a pretty light :D

And then there was some Misty black, purple whatever colored dragonlike(?) being appeared and- hoLY SHIT.

The damn thing gunned for him, like, he dodged it but still what in the ever-loving fuck. He was just mining his own business, doing dragon stuff and checking out what was happening over here, what, did he like kill this guy's family in a past life or something.

Gosh he hopes not.

So, he dodges and weaves, accidentally distracting it from the people down below while also sending off some blasts of ectoplasm and ice.

Which didn't do much.

Great.

He was considering just, leaving, because this honestly was not as much as it was worth. Then some girl who looked literally like, 2 years older than him came running up to the castle and then the thing attacking him just straight ignored him and gunned for the girl.

.

Goddamn it.

He flew forward to intercept the thing, chomping down on it and hoping the girl would get the hint to just run. Only for his teeth to just, not catch on anything and instead for him to get overrun.

Pure, unbridled hatred flooded his mind and malice pumped through his veins.

And then he just, didn't remember what happened next all that clearly.

He remembers a light, then the girl disappearing, then him flying away with basically no destination in mind, only knowing that he tried to keep a hatred and malice not his own and finding some secluded place to keep himself away and everyone else away.

Then he literally froze himself and whatever area was around him, and fell into a struggle.

(Idk how to include Totk so uh, just have this I guess.)

[lonelychicago]

hi i’m super nosy and was wondering if you could explain the 1d guy drama happening rn

oh oh anon there's SO much tea!!!

okay so i think all of this started when liam did this podcast with logan paul i think??? one of the paul brothers anyway. same thing.

ANYWAY. on that podcast he was drinking and being all... kind of talking hinself up a lot?? like, he said simon made 1d around HIM. and like he was supposed to be the frontman, the "leader" of 1d. he said that simon made 1d FOR him, like bc of a promise he made liam when he forst auditioned for the x factor. (all of this is a lie, simon didn't even formed 1d. other judge did!!!)

and anyway. the podcast was.... rough to listen to. but at one moment he told this story about something that happened during the 1d days. he said there was a fight backstage and that one member pushed him against the wall, and he said. HE SAID AND I QUOTE— "if you don't remove those hands, there's a high likelihood you won't ever use them again." KAJSJSJSJJSJSJ. (me personally i think he's talking shit and don't believe he said that at all but whatever.)

i digress. the thing is that since then it's been something everyone wondered about. like WHICH 1d member pushed him against the wall. a lot of ppl said harry, louis or zayn. (niall was never am option lmao) and it's been like a really discussed topic I'd say(??

so TODAY maya henry (liam's ex gf who also wrote a book where she tells how abusive he was to her) posted a tik tok today saying like: it was zayn guys. it was ZAYN. here's the tik tok in question.

so then ofc all the liam stans went for her throat and like complained that she was riding liam's fame. (like, WHAT fame girl, he is the least revelant 1d boy but whatever.)

so maya was like, okay bet. and basically did a 10 min tik tok exposing liam. she told how he wñuld say things like "we can do whatever we want, because the fans will always have our back and defend us." and basically like, no one will believe YOU. and also she said how he's constantly harrassing her and sending her and her family and friends messages, even though he has a gf now.

ALSO ALSO. that he shit talked the boys but then showed up at their concerts. so far he's been to argentina TWICE. once in may 18th for louis' concert, where he posted himself singing where do broken hearts go and also was photographed with one of louis' hoodies. and i think it was this week??? or maybe last week that was niall's concert. AND LET ME TELL U IT WAS SO CRINGY AND HARD TO WATCH. like he posted on snaptchat that "he had things to talk with niall, nothing bad!!! but they had A LOT to talk about" and that's why he was going to argentina. and also like danced macarena at the VIP balcony before niall was out on stage AND ignored a bodyguard when he tried to stop liam, because he was calling so much attention to himself that the fans were pushing each other and crowding and it was genuinely becoming a safety issue.

here's the longer tik tok woth all of the tea!!

[a-traveling-void-human]

Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part two: Mentors!]

This trope is very universal, and what I meant is that this prompt came from alot of people so uh- yeh. Still if you feel I stole your brain juice, give me a call! (Ngl this idea is kinda mostly my own thoughts but I digress)

One of my favorites Izuku-centric ideas that came out of Reddit are always those that explore the "smart mastermind" potential that Deku has, but the thing is. I always crave BKDK in it somehow, EVEN IF IT'S JUST IMPLIED!! I am obsessed I know, but hey! What chu can do with that lmao? So, What if Kacchan is ALSO involved in the chaos?

Nezu! 🐁🤍

Ah yes! Mentor (Parental) Nezu is another favorite trope of mine to read! I'm not sure why I liked it so much since Nezu as a character is not really a fleshed out character in MHA as far as I know and mostly he's seen as the villain in some fics which.. is sad really. BUT the fics that's I've read so far under the tag of Mentor Nezu is ALWAYS fun to read!

Example:

Zutopia

Substitute (Series)

We be Gremlin

And probably more because I have a memory of a gold fish

Usually fics that has Mentor Nezu are fics with td/dk and Shinsou or the three of them. Which, is not what I wanted.. and the ones with Kacchan only have him there? Like, sure. Most of these fics are Deku centric but I'm kind of interested at the idea of Kacchan is also present and being Mentored.. So I'm making an idea of my own! Maybe I'll write it down- or someone can pick it up.. who knows!

Plot for "The world is our Playground"

Katsuki. The one with the strong quirk, the one with a brash personality. The Golden goose of Aldera. That kid. Yeah, Katsuki doesn't like that fucking title.

Sure, all that is true but it doesn't mean he wants to be remembered, but only with that? Sure, being remembered with a powerful quirk means he will eventually be the number one once he's a hero.. right?

One day though during his middle school years, something interesting happened. While he was walking home with the extras, he saw something alarming in a guy. Everyone seemed to find the person normal but his hunches have always never been wrong and Katsuki is so tempted to just blast the guy up off his face. Obviously he can't. 

So, he did the next best thing. Memorise the person's appearance and send the information to a trusted source. 

Something that others seemed to overlook when it comes to Katsuki is that, he might be brash and full of himself, he is also very dang observant. He won't remember your name, but that doesn't mean he forgets your face.

Then there's a matter of sending this information to. Katsuki knows that the police force will just ignore this information.. and honestly, Fair enough. Even with Katsuki's pride, he knew that people call his people analysis skill just a mere "hunch". Then again, if he could be a hero like this, then why the fuck not start now? He thought of it on his way back home, (ignoring the extras,) then typing a report for the specific facial features, reason why the report exists and sending it straight to UA. After He's done, he continues with his routine and fucking ignoring whatever he had done earlier.

The next morning, he woke up and did his usual Saturday routine. Nothing new, nothing interesting, until he fucking saw the news. The guy. That's the fucking guy Katsuki saw just yesterday being charge for sexual assults of many woman down street. Apparently, the bitch had a quirk where he could change his face in a time frame of 24 hours and Katsuki just so happened to report the bitch ass right on the 1 hour mark. The guy got arrested 5 hours later.

Holy shit this is a fucking victory. Sure, he didn’t physically catch the bastard but he did inform whoever was in charge at that time. Katsuki felt the high of achieving something good and now he REALLY wanted to do it again. So it becomes somewhat of a routine that has been happening for months. Katsuki loves it. He might not get the fame but, he could probably put this in his resume. Katsuki was about to start his usual walk around the city, (that he calls an unofficial hero patrol), when suddenly his phone buzzed. Didn't he put it in silence?

Whatever, he'll just answer and continue his usual routine. 

that's where I will left off the plot for now.. To be honest this fic Idea has been rotting in my brain that it started to smell.. stinky. A friend of mind told me that there's an actual Manga of MS! Kats and Izuku working with each other which I will read if I ever decide to actually write this story.

And She also mentioned that I need to explain more of Katsuki's thought process when he does his "Hunch" moments. Which OH BOY I'm so up to research. I love humans expressions- and I really want to learn how to portray it both of my art and writing.

Key points of the plot.

Note: These plot points doesn't make sense and these points mostly focuses on HOW they become chaotic scary gremlins together.

Nezu taking Izuku as his personal student at the age of 9 (Fucking bizarre I know.

Katsuki starting his new routine of observing people in the city.

Nezu taking Katsuki after a month of Kat's hunch routine bullshit

Nezu telling Katsuki he knew he was the one who sent the anonymous report, that instead of doing things on his own, he could take him in officially as another of his personal students. Katsuki of course accepts.

Then Nezu started his first task for him titled, “Redemption.” This confuse Kats-

Then oh.. his other student is.. Deku.

Task Redemption is Katsuki's trial of being Nezu's student. Izuku deems this task unnecessary but Nezu won't take bullies into his school, but he also doesn't want a waste potential in a student. Nezu deemed that Katsuki can still learn so he also tasked Izuku with the task of his own. Task of Confidence. (This fic is a crack yes but I like to think that even if Katsuki did stupid shit, he was still a kid. So he deserves punishment but not his future being taken away from him.)

Task of Redemption: Observe your behaviour and realise your mistakes. (Basically he needs to back track his behavior and slowly realize his terrible behavior.. on his own. Nezu could have just thrown this boy to therapy but my Rat has his reasons)

Task of Confidence: Mimics someone's confidence to make it your own. (This task is so easy for Izuku... "Kacchan Sugoi!" and All that. But I think what Nezu meant by Mimicking, is to PUT those learning into his own personality.)

The two tasks are long period tasks that will act like a long time project. It will end once Nezu deems it so. He will also give the two cases to solve or work to learn and other things.

The tasks will take at least a year in a half to finish. After a long one sided screaming match, to actual brawl between the boys, the two started to finally talking and eventually being actual friends again. (This development kind of shocks Aldara and kind of tries to separate the boys because of it, which made Nezu plans to destroy the school.) By this time Izuku and Katsuki are best friends again, with rivalry the size of Mount Fuji, (Nezu encourages the rivalry and even hands them a point system).

Izuku still gets OFA in this AU, but with Nezu also being a part of the mentoring and Katsuki knowing from the start. (All Might does not know that though.)

Then Nezu gave them another Task. This time, it's a collaboration.

Theatrics of trust and lies

Izuku and Katsuki have to act like how they used to. No one can know their true relationship in the hopes of actually giving false assumptions of their true nature and learning to trust others while in the act. (Like how the fuck do you fool someone while LEARNING how to trust someone? Like, what chu mean by that Nezu??)

Basically Izuku and Katsuki have to fool everyone in the school while learning who they could trust for the future. This fucking task does not make sense and when Katsuki ask just that, Nezu just smiles and laughs and said. “The teachers of UA have been informed that I already picked two students as my personal students and I challenge them that if they could find them, they'll get a raise!”

“So in short, you want us to fuck with everyone's day?”

“Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful sir!”

“Hell fuckin yeah!”

Yeah, Nezu, Izu and Kats are chaotic in this story. You can tell that this is an ABSOLUTE CRACK STORY and honestly I'm tempted to name this fic the "Who can make Aizawa have a seizure the fastest this week?".

Nezu thoughts of the boys and plot kinda

Obviously Nezu sees them as his wonderful personal students. He mostly was fond of, Only, Izuku at first. I mean come on, the boy is smart, kind and has a heart of a hero.. but his self-image needs to be changed. Then there's Katsuki who he didn't even want to bring to UA after knowing what he did to Izuku. (Btw this is pre-slash and both boys are still in the start of middle school so Katsuki hasn't said the infamous line. He probably won't say it in this AU.) Yet Izuku still sees something in him and honestly? He trusted Izuku's judgment and decided to let Izuku message him to come and meet the principal himself in person. Of course he also grew fond of Katsuki and honestly he's now glad that the two are both his students before he have to watch him be an actual students in his school but not directly teaching them.

He also kept the fact that he have personal students a secret. Mostly wanting to get the HPSC out of his hair.. like how is he going to explain that the "Infamous wonder duo" are literal children he teaches? He's sure that they'll take his kids away and no thank you for that!

Nezu loves teaching the boys! He really do! So what if his teaching methods are "immoral?" Making sure society are in the hands of the capable future is what Nezu wants in the end! (Ah yes, nothing beats the "How to rule the country" talk during Tea.)

Little facts for Izuku in the main timeline

Still stutters but not as much.

He yaaaps more that he now knows at least 2 people will listen.

Secretly also loves the drama, but listens more when it comes to telling the story. Kacchan can explain it better anyway! Though he also will throw gasoline to an already burning fire.

"Kacchan Sugoi" is still apart of his vocabulary

Both Katsuki and Him are a menace in school. When they get along again, they'll always team up and will obliterate every other team left and right. The worst part is that no one can complain or separate them.

Is somewhat fit before OFA. Him and Katsuki has been training together

A wolf in sheep clothing (Nezu corrupt him) Still a hero of course.. but he will not be as merciful, when he reveals every dirt and skeletons you have hidden.

Great at acting. Sometime too great.

Focuses on Hacking and Learning information through datas.

Befriend Hatsume Mei along the way.

What's make Izuku and Katsuki different in terms of observing others is that, Izuku's specializes in Quirk observations which makes him also great at reading people but not as good as Katsuki.

Little facts for Katsuki in the main timeline:

Caring in his own way

Don't let his attitude fool you, he fucking loves drama. Nezu and him have tea over talking shit about other people. (Izuku is never in this line of topic)

A listener most of the time but also a yapper when it comes to certain topics.

Told himself that, "No Katsuki. You are not as insane like the Rat and Nerd! You're there because you NEED to make sure they both don't fucking die or worst, rule society without me." While in reality he is also chaotic.

Still admires All Might, but wants to fucking kick him in the NUTS.

Great at acting. Of course, Nezu teaches them both.

Still have temper issues but Nezu encourage his temper to be used into something good so they're working on how.

Still felt guilty about what he'd done to Deku.

His personality has mellowed down somewhat but still is as rude as ever.. just not around Deku and Nezu.

Between Izuku and Katsuki, Katsuki looks and had a different aura when silent. Like, he's usually loud... so when he's silent?

Focuses on Learning information through observation or word of mouth. People watching basically. Of course he can hack and decode shit like Izuku so sometimes the two switch positions when it comes to gathering information

That's the story plot so far. I apologize if this doesn't came out good but I really do like the idea of it! But between college and my brain being an asshole, I can't keep this idea in any longer. For now, I'm going to name this AU, the Chaos Duo.

I'll edit any mistakes if I see one.. for now I want to nap.

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LMFAO the last thing this blog needs is another unpopular opinion. (I feel like I peripherally burned bridges with people in one of my fandoms for debating ship shit when I should have just ignored it but whatever.)

But I seriously just saw a fic with an author's note at the end going, 'you can tip me' lmfao are you serious???? For a fanfic??? And one posted on THE fanfic site that works its ass off to make sure everything is on the up and up????

I guess the legality hovers around it being a tip, which is only being given after a work has been posted, rather than as a fee for the posting of said work. (Although, apparently there are fanfic authors who solicit donations for advanced access to content and withhold chapters if $ goals aren't met?)

I don't care how good you are or how much time you put into your fanfic, it's still not your IP. If you're not writing fanfic for connection or your own enjoyment, you're doing it wrong. Write original work if you want that cheese, and honestly, as someone who does, good fucking luck.

It's just such a slippery slope and super uncomfortable to me.

It's a shame, too, because the person whose story I saw this on has a very well written WIP that I was waiting for the last chapter on. But nope. Not touching their writing ever again.

I don't even want money from people for my original shit. Jesus H. I might if it was good, but I digress.

And the weirdest thing to me is that reddit, even here--wherever there has been discussion about it--the majority seem to be pro tipping a fanfic author?

Does it suck that fanart can be monetized but fanfic can't? Absolutely.

But don't fuck it up for everyone else. If you wanna be compensated for your fanfic, get your 50 Shades on and adapt it into an original work.

Just a little edit: I haven’t changed the wording on anything above because I’m allowed to have spicy takes anywhere online, but esp here in my little corner of the tumblrverse. I will never take this opinion on the road but I’m allowed to have it here and to share it as tactfully (or not) as I please.

However, I know my tone irritated someone who saw this previously. But they were super professional and the pinnacle of online bravery with their multiple anonymous visits to my ask box…

I DO wish fanfic authors didn’t face the same stigma as other fan creators but it is what it is.

I WOULD be pleased if the culture safely shifted toward compensating all fan creators equally and without judgment or worry of widespread repercussions.

I DON’T think it’s ever going to be that way, though. And as someone who remembers the Anne Rice lawsuits (over the very existence of fanfiction featuring her characters, which resulted in entire websites going down and years of “I don’t own these characters and I’m not making any money from this so please don’t sue me 😭” disclaimers) I have real concerns over tipping for a fanfic sparking a similar reaction and setting us all back.

Do whatever you want, just don’t break TOS on sites you use to do it.

And don’t come fight me in my little virtual house here. I am a lovely visitor to others’ spaces online. But I am a terrible host if you’re a rude guest in mine.

Happy fanfic writing, especially if, like me, you do it solely for the joy of writing and to connect with others.

[eriisaam]

Just a probably-not-gonna-stay-gentle reminder: I only sometimes lurk on Tumblr. I'm not always online at all times, and the reasons why not can vary on a lot of things.

I might be in the middle of commute and literally not near any tech, let alone able to get on Tumblr, least of all after my phone decided to retire itself some time ago (anyone wondering why I don't play FEH anymore? That's why. The phone decided for me "Nope. Not anymore." And I hadn't got around to fixing that since yet.)

It could also be that I pretty much called it a night, be it to sleep, to rest up and unplug from social media after doing a sweep of going-ons, or I'm just really not in a good health or mood, and need to step away for a time to heal and recover. Seeing as I'm chronically ill, that happens a lot whether people like it or not. (Sorry for being snappy, I'm getting ahead of myself on the whys already...)

It could also be all manner of other reasons, like having to step away unexpectedly, stepping away to cook, stepping away to clean, stepping away for a bathroom break, or because I'm busy, or because I'm juggling all manner of things, so even being 'here', I might be slow to react or respond or whatever because I'm rotating through several different tasks on top of Tumblr.

And then there are moments I could be at my bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and peak health in the moment, only for Tumblr Jank ™️ to set in and fuck shit up anyways (messages getting lost, things being slow to post, things not loading for me, Tumblr updating the site so the UI completely shits itself again and I have to wrestle it to get it to work and show me shit, etc.)

The point being, if you messaged me (directly or via an ask otherwise), and if I don't respond right that instant, be patient, and I'll get to it when I get to it.

So far, a lot of this is very "No shit", and all my mutuals had been incredibly great about this.

The people who hadn't, however, had been coming in droves lately, and this led me to a fucking breaking point to even make this post in the first place after way too many of the (now-blocked) you's have gotten too fucking comfortable with lashing out at me otherwise, blatantly ignoring the above.

Lately, I've been noticing a trend.

I get a new follower.

They proceed to beeline straight to messaging me, give or take an ask too. (Usually the ask or message are copypasta's of one another but I digress.)

They proceed to completely dump a whole stream of messages on me.

Half of these messages are about whatever the hell they're here for. The other half, almost in the same breath and back-to-back of the first half, then proceeds to tell me some variation of "I'm so disappointed in you ignoring me", and proceeds to completely lose their shit.

Like paragraphs upon paragraphs of making broadsweeping assumptions of me, accusing me of beliefs and intents and all manner of things ranging from 'gross' to 'chill the fuck out' to 'ok seriously what the fuck is wrong with you?', and based on this headcanon of me they literally came up with on the spot, goes off even more on me.

I come back from my commute/from cooking/from taking a shit/from waking up/whatever, and see ALL of it, start to finish, all at once.

Literally whatever point they make originally gets IMMEDIATELY undermined by all the sheer level of wtf that immediately followed right after.

They get immediately blocked.

They inevitably make another alt, and proceed to do the exact same shit that got them blocked in the first place.

I make moody half-asleep posts like this.

It doesn't even matter what the point they came for was. I've had all range of shit from sugardaddy-wannabes getting impatient with me, to people getting huge mad I didn't react to their reinactment of goatse the .2 seconds they dumped it in my inbox when I didn't ask, crowdfunding, people having a one-sided conversation pretend-befriending me and then dump their crowdfunding on me, the point they're here for doesn't matter.

All this because, again, I could be away from my keyboard for all manner of things, and then come back immediately to this. It shouldn't even need to be said, yet here we are, because people got way too goddamn comfortable with just completely exploding on me for the crimes of not being so chronically on Tumblr I can blog in my sleep, not having teleportation powers to warp instantly wherever, and not being so well that I can sit here for long stretches of time instead of pass out or run off every which way for whatever things.

If you have so much disregard for me that you have unrealistic expectations of how active I need to be to serve you personally 24/7, and on top of that feel comfortable with getting really fucking ugly really quick when I can't or won't, I don't care what you're here for. You will be instantly blocked.

I don't owe you my time, owe you my attention, or owe you being so obsessively scrolling Tumblr on the constant - sleep or self-care or reasons pulling me away be damned - just so I don't disappoint you for not responding to you in the .2 seconds you sent me something.

Thank you for everyone else who are far more reasonable than all the people I had to mass-block who couldn't and wouldn't.