#but i promise that doesn't mean i hate him as a character or am doing this out of some weird sort of spite

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Back at it again with another mental animatic, this time of LittleJayneyCakes' cover of "Breaking Things Into Pieces"

I promise I don't have some kind of problem with Alastor, he just has... issues.

[muletia]

Love you're optimus stories! So here is one

Optimus picks up (Y/N) from work/school and finds then hurt. I mean dried blood coming from their noise, a black eye, and a bandage around their chin.

Turns out some asshole tried to rob them bit they beat the asshole up with getting hurt themselves.

While optimus do somthing or just comfort (Y/N)?

hello and thank you! sorry this took a while to answer but your honor, i am just silly

you've touched on a very interesting topic here, one that i wanted to write about earlier. there's a reason why i don't call my obsessed!optimus a yandere and don't think he fits into that character archetype. and i know the topic of yandere is very fluid and can be interpreted in endless ways, but the main shtick of my interpretation doesn't differ much from the canon version of optimus. i mean: i’d rather hurt myself than others. the only difference is that i’ve gave him an unhealthy and self-destructive love for the reader (and made him a bit horny).

in the situation you described, optimus would be terrified at the sight of you and would instantly want to take you to ratchet/june, but he wouldn't actively look for the perpetrator or want to hurt them out of revenge, because you already dealt it yourself. however, after that incident, he would definitely become more overprotective, at least until you're fully recovered. he would spend much more time in your company, offer rides to work, and treat you even more gently — if that’s even possible.

and yes, i know that in one of my replies i wrote that optimus would go apeshit if some vehicon hurt you, but only because it was a direct, visible incident that flipped a feral switch in his processor, screaming that he must protect you at all costs. he saw with his own optics how you got hurt, and his anger doesn’t stem solely from the fact that you’re suffering, but also from his failure to prevent you from getting hurt. you were right there with him, he was watching over you closely, and yet he failed — he didn’t keep the promise he made to you and your planet. and he hates himself for it because he knows he should take better care of you. in the above scenario, he’s not a direct witness, so it would end with just comforting you.

[robolvrr]

iron throne. ✧✷✯

starscream x gn! human reader

two souls collide. starscream treats you in ways you should hate.

warnings: explicit. degradation. dom/sub dynamics.

you don't know how you keep ending up in this position.

this uncomfortable, delicious and desperate position. you are a speck in the universe. a nudge and ghostly apparition to beings that walk among your kind and loom over the world like gods.

you aren't anything to him. he claims that plenty.

so again - just why are you here?

"please, please-", a nasty gurgle of spit mixed to a whine, the pleas end when polished digits pinch your tongue. instead, you squeak, trying not to move as the confines of flexibility start to burn.

the other large, slender hand, metal and enclosed like an iron fist, grips the hair at your scalp. it exposes your throat in a disgusting way that makes every gulp visible.

it should not make your stomach flip, nor should the sneer proud on his handsome face.

"please what? please go faster? harder? stop altogether? i grow tired of your kind. as if any of your demands hold importance."

every word is a punch. a blow, internal, as he shoves the apparatus between his legs crudely into you. he has the option to lubricate, though chooses not to.

because he knows you're filthy. he knows your flesh, velvet holes do that all on their own and that you are always needy, even if it means some sting with the stretch.

still pinching the pink of your lolling tongue, he thinks he hears a muffled admittance of hatred. of course, that just means he goes a little deeper.

you shudder. he spits on you. it shouldn't feel good.

"you know, when my master takes over this shoddy rock. and our flags fly high in the skies - i will take you. you'll be mine. on my throne. in my lap, every morn, every evening. i used to wonder just what humanity could provide."

he's being awful. you know he's steadied his vocalizer, not giving the grunts, ragged huffs and downright out of character whines because you messed up earlier. you are missing out on how he begs when you really rile him up.

the moment he lets both of his servos grapple your body, you practically sob.

"s-starscream! please, please, i wanna. please tell me i'm still yours. i promise to not misbehave!"

he watches you like a hawk. your predatory bird. your shining demon in chrome and crimson.

does his spark stutter? surely not. instead, he smacks your behind hard that the bruise blooms swiftly. a yowl forces sniveling shrieks to sputter.

in a way, this is therapeutic for him. he despises organics, even though he likes to see the flighty beings cascade and dip in sunsets, sit in the silence of caverns where his pedes don't sink and get dirt on his plating.

lazily, starscream regards the dulcet mewl of his designation. of course. always clawing for attention.

like looking in a mirror.

so, he indulged. his spike finds a spot you've never played with and you keen, beautiful pearls of tears smearing down your cheeks.

intrigued, he uses his handle on your hips to use your entire weight to slam down on him, leaving you breathless and drooling.

disgusting. disgusting, disgusting, oh he should kill you now. squeeze you until you pop.

you'd beg for it too. degenerate.

"say it."

thoughts jump around, fumbling for the right response. it's impossible. he's glaring, hot and brutal. he won't let your nasty hands grab at his chassis. his wings are marvelous.

he tastes your sweat.

"lord. lord starscream. i.. i am yours, my liege."

"h... again."

"i'myours! all.. guh, ah, ahhnnn, yours! my liege! i'm gonna.. so close—"

he doesn't stop. he goes rougher and you know you'll be dizzy, passed out by the time he releases.

it won't be any time soon. not with how he bares his teeth, ready to tear you apart.

robolvrr 2024.

winkwonk. very hornee thoughts on the dash.

[spookysplatt]

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[hamliet]

the notion that bnha is pro authoritarianism or social hierarchies is nonsensical not to mention acting like being pro cop is bad

Err... BNHA is pretty pro-authoritarian. I actually find it pretty disturbing. And that's even if the story turns out with the League alive at the end.

As for being pro-cop--cops are human individuals, yes. But people have in recent years in multiple countries (including Japan, by the way) protested against cops being used as tools to maintain social hierarchies wherein people who are not part of that hierarchy suffer for daring to want to be treated as human beings. When I say I'm anti-cop, I'm not saying I hate anyone on the basis of being a cop. But I am saying that the ways in which the police force are used in many countries does societal harm. Critical thinking, yo.

Honestly I feel like this whole story (BNHA) and fans reactions throughout (especially when compared to other stories) demonstrate how people are not using critical thinking. And that can have real world consequences, though it doesn't have to.

I just find it weird that people are okay with a story where the ruling class is always right and always wins. Like... how have they not? I mean, even stories that end up suggesting the ruling class isn't entirely wrong or show flaws in rebellions generally don't go hard on the authoritarianism. But Horikoshi... is doing this.

The whole thing is so weird to me personally, too, because Horikoshi's wishy-washy framing and switches in coding generally seem to be the result of him caring, deeply, what his audience thinks and feels. Too much, really, but it also seems like he genuinely doesn't want to hurt people. Except this ending--even if Tenko does reappear as New Character and saves the League--is the exact opposite. (If Tenko doesn't reappear, then everything I'm about to say is multiplied by a thousand.)

It's catering to mean-spiritedness, and while I do understand fiction isn't reality, the side he's catering to now is making the argument that fictional crimes are real crimes and thus must meet real penalties.

I can play this game too.

If people are gonna make those arguments, I'm going to say they're the problem and the reason we have wars, genocides, assaults, and more.

If you ever want a cycle of violence/abuse to stop, someone has to accept that they've taken the last punch. Not keep going until the other side is WIPED OUT.

If you equate justice with equalizing losses, then you are enacting Dazai from BSD's statement on justice: justice is a weapon. You can never heal by it.

If you want to heal, you have to stop fighting and bandage wounds. And maybe you are too injured to do the bandaging. That's okay. But someone else can, and if you try to stop them on the premise of "but no one bandaged my wounds" you're a bitter person who makes the world a worser place.

If you say a tragedy is the story, sure. But you have to set up tragedies from the start. See, Attack on Titan, which's ending I love. It began with someone crying and an ominous message to the future. You don't set up your first chapter with "this is the story of how I become the greatest hero!" spend 200+ chapters criticizing hero society and have the hero fail at the goal he'd been repeating for 200 chapters in the end and join hero society and still think you wrote a story that delivered in what you promised. You failed.

Either you wrote a tragedy and are trying to pass it off as a happy story (see how well that works usually) or your understanding of a happy story is pretty much just fascist propaganda. And yes, BNHA does have fascist themes at this point. Way more than AoT ever did. But they have smiles and cute frog girls so it's not nearly as dangerous, right? (sarcastic).

The thing is, this is where the lack of critical thinking comes in. While I've seen people talk a bit about how BNHA seems like copaganda, it's taking things much, much further than other stories usually do and into territory where I'm frankly disturbed.

Yes, BNHA started out as a clever critique of hero society and of the very idea it's now seeming to uphold: that the human instinct (which is universal in real life to) to idolize people leads to a lack of humanity for those who do not have those traits we idolize, whether their fault or not, and for people to become villains in response. But not only has it failed to deliver on this premise by upholding society (hey, Naruto and to a degree Tokyo Ghoul also failed to completely change society), it's gone so far as to endorse what it previously criticized.

It's more akin to Game of Thrones Season 8 upholding racism, sexism, and classism, than it is to Naruto or Tokyo Ghoul. GoT ended with a joke about prioritizing brothels being open, as if the misogyny was actually a good thing and not what caused a lot of the problems. There's no critical lens here. It's just like "hey, there was no point in struggling. Monarchies that abuse women, rah rah, let's go!"

BNHA seems to be going a similar route. Deku's murder of Shigaraki, Ochaco's crying over Toga, the way Shouto reaches out to Touya--it's sad, but not framed as something the audience should see as a wrong done on behalf of heroes. In fact, the heroes are not criticized at all. Frickin' Edgeshot, whom no one cares about, is fine. All of them are fine. Their statuses are generally fine, too, except maybe Enji's and even then he's not like going to face the fate of the League and die alone. His family still supports him. Hawks is completely fine and framed positively. His regret over Twice is pure lipservice. Deku really did just need to kill Shigaraki, and all his "I want to save" spiel, much like Ochaco's, is for naught. He just needed to learn to grow up and get in line.

Even if Tenko comes back, and even if Deku like... somehow knew this would happen via vestiges or whatnot (let's be real, he will if this is the case), and the message is just that society isn't ready to move forward, but at least they can live, then... I don't know, y'all. That's still depressing. I don't see how Deku is a hero for that, much less the greatest number one hero. He decided to be a hero at the cost of his own integrity, and if this was a gritty story about the realistic struggle of living in a capitalistic society where ethics are always compromised that would make sense, but... it's not. Even until the final battle, the characters were endorsing idealism.

At the very least, Horikoshi didn't deliver on his promise in the first chapter. At the very worst, he's endorsing fascist ideals.

Like, I'm sorry, but "kill this person for the good of society," the violent upholding of oppressive societal hierarchies, the importance of being a cop hero and the way the military hero brutalities are worshipped, the way heroes are lauded and everyone who doesn't get in line with this is punished, went from being criticized to being endorsed. Those are all central elements of fascism.

The little guy deserves to lose, but, but Deku is the little guy, so it can't be! Except it can be. Because it's actually pretty common irl even to trot out examples of people like Candace Owens to be like "hey, you can't possibly say Republicans are racist!"

And don't you dare say "but Japanese culture makes it unreasonable to expect a non retributive justice!" The Japanese people are not a monolith. Not to mention... Naruto, Bungou Stray Dogs, Monster, Hunter x Hunter, Yu Yu Hakusho, Mawaru Penguindrum, Oshi no Ko, Dragon Ball, Attack on Titan, and Tokyo Ghoul all say hi.

I hated the TG ending, and still hate it, but I'm not going to say that it upheld the CCG as right all along because it didn't. BNHA thus far is doing that with hero society. And even if the answer is for the League be revived and to leave society or whatever, then how can we be happy Deku is a part of this society? How can we root for him, or his classmates? Is he going to work from the inside to change it? Why wasn't that emphasized beforehand as a theme or struggle?

tl;dr Horikoshi has cooked his story no matter what he does now, and I don't think it's salvageable. Either way it has themes that are disturbing especially considering real world events across the globe, and that people should be more aware of instead of focusing solely on stories that have fascism and monsters in them but don't uphold it.

[codenamethebird]

Ok here's a little (not really) analysis/theory post about Hades 2, because I'm obsessed. Its consumed all my thoughts. And I need to talk about a theme I think will (hopefully) be addressed as the game progresses.

Here's some examples of dialogue that starts to touch on this conflict between mortals and the gods. What exactly do mortals deserve? We also have literal Icarus "flew too close to the sun" here too (and probably Pandora). Chronos was able to sway many to his side with a promise of a golden age without the gods, which is presented by the narrative as a foolish venture. And not saying it isn't, or that Chronos is the secret good guy here, but I believe Chronos is taking advantage of a very real hurt that exists for mortals.

This line from Nemesis really stood out to me, because it implies that while mortals have a concept of evil, the gods don't. Which sounds ridiculous but the more you think about it makes total sense. The gods in Hades (and just greek myth in general), are kind of the worst. They are petty and selfish, they literally attack you if their boon isn't picked first, and most vitally in this context, often utterly disregard mortals.

For example, one of the things that drove me a little crazy in Hades 1, was how chill everyone was with Demeter's never ending winter. Demeter was killing possibly millions upon millions of mortals and everyone else just sort of let it happen. Maybe complained a bit because it was annoying to them, but just stood by. And that's just one example. Mortal's have a very valid reason to hate the gods.

And considering we have more areas of the surface to explore that aren't out yet, I have a feeling Melinoë is going to be meeting some of these discontent mortals. And my hope is they are going to be nuanced characters, that will challenge Melinoë not just in a fight, but her very ideals.

Because Melinoë is very deferential to the gods, waaaaaay more that Zag ever was. Unlike Zag, who was more like a bro to them and was willing to suck up to them for personal gain, Melinoë seems to genuinely mean all the respect she gives them. She praises them, defends them when they are insulted, and just generally very polite to them.

In a smaller scale, she describes Hypnos as having a wisdom about him and can somehow sense her intensions while asleep. Which as Nem implies, the version in Melinoë's head doesn't exactly line up with reality (though sidebar, I am a believer in Chekov's Hypnos and that he's going to somehow save the day and put Chronos in a never ending sleep or something, but that's beside the point haha).

Melinoë's reverence to the gods makes total sense of course. She was denied her family and a happy childhood, and because of that has glorified them all in her head. The Olympians are sending her vital aid on her holy mission for vengeance and to save her family, even as their own home is being attacked, how honorable of them!

And I think part of Melinoë's arc is that perfect picture of them breaking into pieces. Yes, they are the better of the two options between them and Chronos, but that doesn't mean they aren't also kind of the worst. That mortals deserve better than frivolous gods that can decide on a whim their fates for better or worse (love u Moros but I'm still fucked up over you and your sisters giving mortals horrible doom endings when you were bored. At least he feels bad now but still. Perfect example of gods even when not intending to having horrific consequences for mortals). And maybe like how Zag healed relations with his family, Melinoë can start repairing relations between the Gods and Mortals.

[nubiawrites]

chapter two

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slowburn? Summary: Aaron is held to the fire when he breaks bread with Iriye, and the two find more common ground than they thought they could. Notes: This might be a slow burn, but I promise it'll be worth it. I am really excited for you guys to have this chapter. Tell me what you think! Also, let me know if I should share the playlist that inspired this story. Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

Iriye sat at her desk, typing away at the outline before her. It was safe to say that she had been in what she liked to call her writing nest mode for the past three days. She started her day on the lot by heading into her office at dawn and working until Nelly came in, running meeting schedules by her and Tamara. Or enticing her with snack runs so they could take a break and walk the lot. 

But Iriye knew what Nelly was trying to do: catch a glimpse of Aaron while he was on set. From what she heard, Lanterns were set to be shot on the lot some days, and the word was getting around. But Iriye was trying not to get hung up on the British man with sun-kissed caramel skin or how his eyes were a mix of gray, blue, and green. Like seafoam, according to Nelly.

“He is so much taller in person,” Tamara said from the back of the golf cart as Iriye drove them back to their production office. Nelly chuckled from the passenger side of the golf cart.

“Don’t forget, fine as hell,” Nelly shot back. Iriye just shook her head at the two. “You don’t have anything to add, Iriye. Usually, you give us something to work off of,”

“He’s alright,” Iriye stated, keeping her eyes on the road. “He’s an actor and now someone we gotta collaborate with,” 

“Now Iriye, you know we Ain’t talking about that. We’re talking about the hunk of man he is,” Nelly chuckled.

“Even I can admit he is a sexy man, and I love women,” Tamara said. 

“Maybe he is handsome,” Iriye grumbled. “But that doesn't mean he’s still an actor, getting his come up and his way,” She didn’t want to let on to their earlier interaction and felt she had done a good job of it during the meeting. She didn’t hide away from his eye contact when he made it, meeting him back equally and confidently talking about the work Tamara and her wanted to do. She wasn’t going to let Aaron faze her.

“Well, he can have me any way he wants,” Nelly said. Tamara laughed at her cousin, and even Iriye chuckled a little.

The door to Iriye’s office opened, and Nelly poked her head in. 

“Hey. Everything good?” Iriye asked Nelly. Nelly just wore a Cheshire grin on her face.

“You have a special meeting just pop up. It’s Mister Pierre,” Nelly giggled.

Of course. The caramel-skinned devil would appear when she thought of him.

“Did you tell him I’m busy and he can schedule through you if he wants to meet with me?” Iriye asked.

“Girl, do you think I had the power to when he looks like that,” Nelly shot back. 

“I’m in writing mode, Nelly,”

“And you’re going to be in hungry mode soon, so why not have eye candy while you eat, Iriye,” 

Iriye huffed, leaning back in her chair. This reminded her of the pain she had experienced hunching over her laptop as she worked.

“I’m busy. I have a full plate today,” Iriye reasoned. Nelly gave her a look that shouted stop lying. 

“Fine,” Nelly said. But then she opened the door wider. “Just give her five minutes, Aaron. Do you want anything while you wait?”

Iriye glared at Nelly as she walked away. The other woman knew Iriye wouldn’t be able to put her foot down if something like that happened. She hated being put in awkward positions when it came to plans. She stood up, figuring she could use a break but also set Aaron straight for his lies. She grabbed her makeup bag, touching up her lip gloss and mascara before fixing one of her goddess locs that fell from her bun. She stood up, adjusted her jean skirt, and made her way out of her office. 

Nelly and Aaron were chatting, and Iriye was at least happy that Nelly was enjoying herself. Although she dreaded it, she didn’t want to be alone with him again, feeling embarrassed for being thrown off by him. Aaron saw Iriye and stood up from his chair with a soft smile.

“Nice to see you again, Iriye,” Aaron offered.

“Likewise. Nelly told me you wanted to speak to me,” Iriye said, giving a curt smile back. But that just made Aaron smile a little wider.

“I just wanted to chat more about the project your team pitched in the meeting,” Aaron admitted. “And what better way than by breaking bread,”

“Usually, people schedule that ahead,” Iriye stated. “Cause I had a lot of things on the schedule for today,”

“Nelly didn’t mention anything,” Aaron stated, causing Iriye to raise her brow at Nelly.

“She’s been writing so much, she probably worked up an appetite,” Nelly feigned. 

“If I had known you were writing, I wouldn’t have come by. My apologies. I know how precious a creative space can be,” Aaron apologetically placed his hand against his chest.

“Honestly, it’s fine,” Iriye said, trying to ease her way out of the situation, especially when Aaron looked so shocked. “I’m out of my office now, so lunch sounds good. Let me grab my wallet,”

“No, it’s my treat. For disturbing your writing time,” Iriye could tell there was something more he wanted to say behind his words.

“Right,” Iriye said before she turned to Nelly. “Do you want anything, Nel?” She asked, even if she was mentally shaking the younger woman.

“Nothing at the moment, but thank you. Take your time, you two. I’m just gonna have a working lunch,” Nelly said, reaching for her phone.

Iriye just shook her head and headed for the door, Aaron reaching and opening it for her. 

“After you,” Aaron offered. Iriye let her disposition slip momentarily and sent a glare to his head.

They both walked silently until they made it outside when Iriye broke it first.

“So Aaron, what’s it like working with talent?” Iriye asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Aaron let out a chuckle, his hand moving over his goatee.

“Okay, you got me there,” Aaron raised his hands in defense before dropping them. “But if I’m being honest, I’m surprised you didn’t know who I was,”

“I should have known who you were?” Iriye scoffed. “I’m not on the internet enough to learn who is the thirst trap of the month,”

“Thirst trap of the month? I’m a thirst trap,” Aaron chuckled. Iriye rolled her eyes. 

“Is that all you got from that?” 

“I mean, isn’t a thirst trap what you send to someone,”

Iriye turned back to the office, but Aaron blocked her path gently. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m not used to all this newfound attention,” Aaron admitted. “So when someone didn’t call me Mufasa, it was refreshing. I felt normal for a moment. Plus, you did assume I was some tourist looking for my tour guide. Do you know what they say about assuming?”

“What do they say?” Iriye humored him.

“You make an ass out of you and me,” Aaron tilted his head to the side. “Sorry, that was lame,” A chuckle broke from Iriye.

“It was,” She agreed. “I think the thirst trap has been destroyed,”

“That’s rich coming from the woman who was ready to get me thrown off the lot for not wearing a badge. I respect it, but still,”

“Listen, there are crazies out there. Our security is good, but even some can slip up. And besides, who wonders to a soundstage by themself?”

“You did. That’s exactly where we met,”

“Same difference. Besides, you’re talent here. You probably have your big movie star trailer. Probably much nicer than any stage here,”

Aaron nodded his head for a moment in contemplation. Iriye took in the deep color of his eyes.

“Sometimes an empty trailer can be quite suffocating,” Aaron admitted. It was the kind of honesty that took Iriye by surprise. 

“We should probably get to lunch, you know? Since I got to write,” Iriye headed for the golf cart designated to Lanoire. “You coming?” She asked Aaron. He smiled softly at her as he made his way over.

A quick five-minute drive to one of Iriye’s favorite food trucks on the lot was filled with a comfortable silence. Sure, Iriye was still a little confused about the details that led up to the meeting, but she figured some good food would get her more answers.

They got to the front of the line of the truck, Aaron checking the menu. 

“Since you’re treating for lunch, I hope you don’t mind watching me destroy some wings,” Iriye stated. “Best wings in all of Burbank,” 

“Best wings you say? I’ll be the judge of that,” Aaron stated. “I mean it can’t compare to the places I’ve been in Atlanta.

“What was that you said about assuming?” Iriye raised an eyebrow at him.

“Using my own words against me. That’s cold,” 

“You’re treating me to lunch so you can’t complain” Iriye said, stepping up to the counter and greeting the cashier and placing her order. She was shocked when he actually put in his order for some lemon pepper wings. “I wouldn’t have taken you as a lemon pepper wing person,”

“Stick around and you’ll find I’m full of surprises,” Aaron stated. They grabbed their food when their order was called and found a nearby table. 

“So let’s deal with the elephant in the room,” Iriye was all business as she placed her arms on the table and leaned in. “ Are you buying me lunch because you actually want to hear more about the possible projects or because you are genuinely sorry?”

“Can it be a bit of both?” Aaron asked. “I didn’t mean to lie about who I was. But at the same time, I have become very popular, and I assumed you knew. But maybe I actually ran into the one person who never heard of me,”

“You’re bold to assume I’m the only one who never heard of you,” Iriye said before biting into her wing. She tried her best to have her manners when it came to eating the wings, especially as she peeped at Aaron and took a bite of his wing. He caught her eye, covering his mouth as he chewed. Iriye waited until she finished her first piece before continuing with her own line of questioning.

“So, how did you weasel into that meeting the other day? I never told you the name of Lanoire,”  

“I have my ways. I just asked one of the executives working on Lanterns if they knew you. You have quite a reputation, Iriye,” Aaron admitted.

“What can I say? I hustled very hard at this place and others,” Iriye smirked.

“I wanna hear more about it,” Iriye stopped eating the wing as she heard Aaron’s request. She wiped her hands on a napkin and cleared her mouth. 

“Well, that’s a bit of a long story,” Iriye began. “Tamara and I met in undergrad. I was a creative writing major, and she was majoring in film. We clicked instantly over our love for films from the nineties, especially Black films. We were each other’s life boats in spaces where we weren’t exactly the majority. We both graduated and moved out here and just hustled our asses off. Working for others and ourselves. Even the odd job,”

“It paid off since you’re here with me.” Aaron smiled. Iriye looked back at her food, his smile that unnerving. “I knew I was right in asking about you,”

“So that’s why you asked to be part of our meeting?”

“Yes. I’m entering this new… status in my career. I admit they have me meeting with so many people from other production companies and deals on the lot, trying to set me up for the next project. So when I found out what your company was, I wanted to take part in the meeting. I know how hard it can be to get something made,”

“So…” Iriye dawdled. “You thought we could use your influence to help us? With all due respect, Lanoire is not looking for handouts,”

“I wasn’t trying to give you guys a handout. I remember you saying how fickle this industry is. Trust me, I know,” Iriye eyed him, even if she relaxed a little.

“There’s a story there. I want to hear it,” Iriye picked up a wing and bit into it.

“Someone once told me I probably wouldn’t play characters that were emotionally intelligent. I get it. I’m a tall, muscular black man. But I wanted to make things with characters that mean something, you know,” He explained.

“I get that,” Iriye could have cracked a joke but she understood his plight. “When I was in undergrad, I felt like if I didn’t write to an audience that catered to everyone, I wouldn’t be seen. But Tamara inspired me so much as a filmmaker, especially seeing writers and creatives like Issa Rae and Barry Jenkins-“

“Barry is amazing,” He threw in there.

“I know. I love see him portray his home town so beautifully. I actually printed the script for Moonlight, got it bound and would read it like a book. The pages are so tattered by now,” Iriye admitted. “I just want to write something that shows loves to Black women and my community without the politics of this industry,”

“Me too,” Aaron leaned in on the table, his eyes unnerving Iriye momentarily. “This passion that you have. Those are the people I want to work with. I want to work with you and Tamara and everyone at Lanoire,”

“Well, it’s a team of three, but we’re working on it,” She admitted.

“Consider it a team of four. If you will have me be a part of it,”

Iriye sat up and pretended to think about it.

“We need a clean slate for this to work.,” Iriye held out her hand. “I’m Iriye Edwards. I’m a screenwriter and producer at Lanoire Productions,” Aaron chuckled, licking his lip softly before taking her hand in his and shaking it. 

Iriye darted up to his eyes as she felt goosebumps rise at Aaron’s hand in hers.

“I’m Aaron Pierre. An actor and artist working here on this lot. Nice to meet you,” 

“Nice to meet you too,”

Lunch went by with a quickness that Iriye hated. They were warming up to each other, sharing stories about their industry experience. Aaron started in theatre and acting in London while Iriye fell in love with reading and film since her mom often took her the movie theater on days off or to the library to read while her mom studied.

“She was a single mom so she did what she had to do,” Iriye said, smiling softly as she thought of her mom. Her and Aaron were walking back to the golf cart so she could head back to the office.

“She’s probably so proud of you,” Aaron said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Trust me, everytime I post something on instagram, she floods my comments,” She said. “I posted about my new bookshelf I set up and she was going crazy in the comments,”

“Now I gotta see the bookshelf,” Aaron declared. Iriye put the keys in the ignition and pulled out her phone, heading to Instagram to pull up the post. He leaned close to peer at her photo, and Iriye became very aware of him in her space. “Nice. What are you reading currently,”

But Iriye was distracted by his scent, wholly him, and she didn’t realize what he said. She was taken aback by the fresh citrus and woodsy scent of his cologne. 

“I’m sorry. What?” Iriye refocused, shaking off the moment.

“What are you reading?”

“When I have time to? For fun, I return to Waiting to Exhale or The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey. Two perfect adaptations I will stand by when it comes to books being adapted,” 

“I agree on Waiting to Exhale. I haven’t seen the other,” He admitted. “Well, that should be your homework. It's one of my inspirations,” She explained before starting the cart. “Especially since you want to work with Lanoire Productions,” She teased. Aaron chuckled, her giggling as she started driving back to her office.

Along the drive, Iriye tried her best not to talk too much, especially when she realized Aaron was listening to her. He would politely chime in, but she felt she was taking over most of the conversation. Once they pulled up to her production office, she stopped the golf cart and turned to see him smiling softly at her.

“I’m sorry if I was talking too much,” Iriye played with the key in her hand.

“No, I liked it. I’m not much of um… a yapper as you Americans say,” Aaron admitted. 

“A yapper? I take that as a compliment,” She said.

“I mean, the world needs more yappers. Everyone tries to act cool and put together,”

“Like you,” Iriye asked. “You gotta admit, you seem to have it all together,” With those words, Aaron looked down at his hands before facing Iriye again. 

“Sometimes you gotta read between the lines,” Aaron stated. “But I like listening. You learn a lot,” He got out of the golf cart before leaning back down and handing her his phone. “Here. Put your number in,”

“Not to be American and all, but usually, there’s a please put somewhere in that sentence,” Iriye chuckled.

“Iriye Edwards, can I have your number?” Aaron asked her. Iriye pretended to think about it before she began typing her number in. 

“Use it wisely,” Iriye declared. I will have no problem blocking you, whether you are on team Lanoire or not.” She pressed the call button and watched her phone screen ring.

“You going to pick that up?” Aaron joked. “I might have a question about what being on team Lanoire means,” 

“No,” Iriye left the golf cart, heading for her office. “There’s a reason why Nelly works for us. If I need to get in touch with you, I’ll go through her,” She pressed the decline button on the screen and waved him off as she walked inside, confused yet intrigued about not only Aaron, the actor, but Aaron, the man.  @5starsirl @goldenjasssy @blowmymbackout @shinywrites @dizzytoodope @tpwk-cherie @heyerianna @naughtynolly-blog @bluewatersfairy @coquitobby @honeysilkandcinnamon @insaneevanity @meleekabenjamin @theogbadbitch @slowlysteadycoffee @ashanti-notthesinger @thisbeautifullifeofmeandyou @mysticalbiscuitalien3 @irishmanwhore @alonahh @grooveoftiro @gabriellalover @ovohanna24 @ticalsstallion @strawberrymoon45 @hi888888sworld @msuncensered @yurfavdealer @honeys-archives @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @theunsweetenedtruth @blackpinup22 @niggaronnn @aritannahrocks1300 @htnqueen305 @333symone @appelle-moi-si-tu-te-perds-numb6 @bombshellbre95 @wildwomanalereyia @teenage-aria

[that-starry-freak]

Yknow what? I have to rant about this this has been eating me up for forever. Fuck confessions I'm going to do this here.

I fucking hate old moon

Do I love his sass? Yes. Do I love how Reed plays him most of the time? Yes. Do I love how he interacts with other characters? Yes!

Do I like him as a "person" and for what hes done? Absolutley not. He abused Sun, and when he found out the daycare exploded his first reaction was to be upset because THE STICK HE WOULD ROUTINLY HIT SUN WITH was fucking destroyed. I'm sorry bitch what??? That's disgusting Moon I wish you burned in hell <3

I also absolutely hate that no one saves Nexus

Do I think it was Sun's fault? Absolutely not, he has had way too much shit to deal with. Do I think its Earth's fault? While I think Nexus was absolutely right for calling her out for not being a therapist, she has every right to be upset for him saying he'd kill her. Do I think its the families fault in general? No, Nexus pushed them away and hurt them, they did try.

You know who I do blame? Who should understand Nexus better than anyone? Who even admits partial responsibility for it, and pretty much denies any sort of redemption for Nexus?

Mother fucking Old Moon.

Old moon committed arson. He abused Sun routinely (forcing him to go to dangerous dimensions. Hitting him. Calling him stupid. Having a clear power difference between the two and abusing it). He put his killcode in Sun and is literally the reason Eclipse exists and terrified their family.

But no, Nexus is the one in the wrong. He's the one that will have to do soemthing huge and grovel to be redeemed. Because he threatened the family after having hallucination and literally going insane and mourning his best friend, and feeling like he wasn't good enough and spiraling cause he couldn't bring Solar back, and then joined Dark Sun whos known to be exteemly smart and manipulative. Not Old Moon, who did so much worse. No, he gets to rejoin the family after apologizing and promising to do better (and yes, he is doing better) sure, Sun doesn't forgive him (and im proud of him for admitting that <3 that's very strong of him), but still.

Plus, Nexus is literally the youngest family member. He's a lot younger than Earth and Sun and Moon and Lunar. He isn't Sun's twin, and he isn't Earth's older brother. He is the youngest. And that should be addressed, because that means he is much more immature. He hasn't had all the time to grow up like the rest of them have. Moon has had years to grow as a person. Nexus has had a year.

Anyway, tldr. I dont blame the family for what happened to Nexus, I blame Old Moon

Also sorry for bad spelling or grammar or autocorrect or whatever, I'm not rereading this

ALSO THIS IS NOT FOR DEBATE. I AM RANTING ABOUT MY OPINION, IF YOU DO NOT AGREE, PLEASE JUST SCROLL PAST I DONT HAVE THE ENERGY TO ARGUE. YOU ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR OWN OPINION AND SO AM I ���♡

[dhiatzs]

A rant about Heimerdinger

Heimerdinger is one of my favorite characters in Arcane. I like his teacher side, his scientist side, his nice and well-meaning side and especially the approach the show gives of his immortality. I also like how his character flaws come and bite him in season 1, leaving him without anything but the promise of worse and better happening in the rest of the story.

A lot of people in the fandom expect him to have a comeuppance because of all his wrongdoings, in season 2. I fully agree with that. I think I will grow bored of Heimerdinger if he doesn't get some character developement and some charges for what he's not been doing this whole time.

However, in some way, I can't help but feel a little skeptical about the way a lot of people in the fandom feel like they straight up hate him. I guess I'll gloss over the arguments. Warning though: I've seen the show only a couple of times, and I am not the most invested in it, so some of my points might not be correct or might miss something. I've also not read many posts about Arcane, and my English is not the best since I'm not a native English speaker. All of these are just some thoughts I have and I try to translate the best I can.

About Ekko being way too nice to Heimerdinger even though he is a councelor and responsible for Zaun's state:

well, that's a mixed bag. On one hand, yes, I think this scene quickly gloss over some coldness and hostility Ekko could have felt towards Heimerdinger. If Ekko acts angry toward Caitlyn in the same episode, why was he so neutral with someone who is in a higher position in the hierarchy? It doesn't make sense, and to be fair I'm not defending that it was not treated in the way I imagined would be the most accurate for Ekko's character.

But at the same time, if you take a look at the whole context, I kinda see where it's coming from.

a/ Right before Ekko is found by Heimerdinger, Ekko had accepted the idea to negociate with the council. Only the fight with Jinx and Marcus' betrayal prevent Caitlyn, Vi and him from doing what they want; everything goes wrong, and it appears Ekko lost everything he tried to accomplish in the last hours. So… why would he consider bad news to meet a councelor, Heimerdinger especially ─ a scientist ─, who is willing to help? In this whole disaster, it is at least something he can take.

b/ Plus, when they meet, Ekko doesn't have a reason to think of the implication. He has to look for a solution, and he has the beginning of a solution with Heimerdinger, a person he didn't have a chance to meet some time ago. So he takes it.

c/ Also, Ekko doesn't have the context a viewer has. Yes, he knows what state Zaun is in, yes the enforcers are his enemies, but if you look at his actions in the course of the season… Ekko doesn't fight against Piltover. He fights against Silco. Ekko saved the people Silco has hurt. Ekko himself says his people were lost "some" to the enforcers, "most" to Silco. He believes Silco to be responsible for Piltover's violence towards Zaun, because to Piltover, Zaun as a whole appears corrupted by Silco. Once again, Ekko doesn't have the big picture.

d/ Since Vi convinced Ekko that Caitlyn is sincere if misguided, and since he accepted from Caitlyn herself that the cycle of violence needs to stop and Piltover and Zaun need to find an agreement, accepting Heimerdinger is quite the logical next step. And sure, it means that Heimerdinger gets a privilege he didn't deserve by actively doing something good himself, but I believe it to be a good start to develop Heimerdinger. If Heimerdinger's ignorance was confronted at the moment he meets Ekko, the development would have been weak and unsatisfying, given the few number of episodes left in season 1 after that. Season 2 has way more time to develop what he did wrong and how he could fix what he did. Plus, and this is my last point with that…

e/ Narratively-wise, putting a confrontation there would have been not only useless, but just a free stomp on Heimerdinger with no possible payoff. Think about it: Heimerdinger has been nothing but powerless during the course of the whole first season. His authority has been direspected times and times again, he's been excluded from the council's plans and agreements, until ultimately being pushed out of the council. Heimerdinger already lost. If there wasn't some positivity with him and Ekko, the end of season 1 would have been depressing to watch; but they're a light of hope, in the end. Sure, it isn't a duo we expected to see, but Arcane doesn't play fair with characters, it just shows the logical course of actions of broken people misunderstanding each other. And I think it's doing a pretty good job at it.

About Heimerdinger not doing anything in two hundred years to realize Zaun's situation and help it:

yes, actually. I agree with this argument, Heimerdinger had numerous occasions to see what was going on, and he didn't take any of them. But where I don't agree with most of the fandom is that this is a part of the character I actually like (given we like the flaws of our favorite characters just as much as their qualities): his heavy, heavy blindspot about Zaun. I think this is the reason why I think Heimerdinger isn't a good person; but to me, it isn't a proof of him being a bad person. It is just the proof of him being extremely coherent.

Also, just like with how Ekko reacts to Heimerdinger, there are so many contextual evidences that makes it make sense.

a/ I feel like there's some kind of math being made in the fandom where Heimerdinger equals Piltover. Which symbolicaly makes a lot of sense: Heimerdinger is this brilliant scientist whose renown you hear about times and times again. Heimerdinger founded Piltover, and the city echoes the character: immortal, wealthy, clean on himself, popular. The relation between Zaun and Piltover echoes the way we know Heimerdinger interacts with people: because of his immortality, the ones who surround him decay, and he outlives them; and he doesn't empathize with them, just like Piltover doesn't empathize with Zaun.

But as a whole, I think Piltover is also Heimerdinger's safety bubble. We know Heimerdinger has seen awful things in his past, and created Piltover firstly to escape the warmongering of mages. Under his watch, progress is made slow and careful. Under his watch, the city is some kind of wealthy peaceful place, where when something bad happens ─ the most minor thing, truly; say, a bunch of teenagers from the Undercity stealing from an Academy student ─ someone must pay. Heimerdinger is seen enjoying celebrations, concert, wonders of this kind. Heimerdinger behaves like a child in a world where he made sure any disturbance is avoided for him. His fluffy cute design and his happy-go-lucky nature are just further proof of this. We could argue that all of this is a logical reason on its own why Heimerdinger doesn't try and help Zaun: he cares about Piltover, and Piltover first. None of these things are a bad thing in themselves, but it becomes bad when you realize everything that flows from it.

b/ To support this point, one interesting thing about Heimerdinger is his ego. He sees himself as an authority figure, someone reliable ─ a teacher, even! He is wise, he is old, he keep things stable. Piltover is a city shining with pride and privilege (no pun intended). None of this leaves a door open to change. Which is pretty ironic, right? Because science should be about change, but Heimerdinger isn't. Because of his immortality, he must be a moral backbone, he must not lose his way. And since what he's been has been serving Piltover for two hundred years now, you can't make him change his mind. He's a stubborn creature, but truly, is there any character who can fully get where he is coming from? I find this awfully interesting that what he lacks is a person in the same position as him. Because the only person he can respect in this context is himself, even though it leads to permanent self-satisfaction. A permanent feeling of thinking you know better, when you actually… don't. But who could prove that?

c/ I think Piltover's council has to be mentioned. The council is made of seven people and Heimerdinger is only one of these people. This oligarchy has been present for generations; the principle allows every case presented to be examined through several nuances, which leads to debates and votes. Its core definition prevents tyrannical decisions. Sure, corruption within can lead to this instance being actually a disguised despotism… the irony is that corruption indeed runs through the council, but Heimerdinger isn't a part of it and isn't aware of it. And you can guess that since Heimerdinger is the founder of Piltover and is a part of said council, it means that he accepted the suggestion of an oligarchy. The people in the council have interests in mind that aren't purely about science: economy, politics, business… all logical angles to use to take care of a city whose importance is known across the world. Heimerdinger is described as having his only experience be science. So Zaun's situation hasn't been fixed by Heimerdinger, sure… but not by the council either. Their failure to consider Zaun's situation is even discussed in episode 4; Caitlyn's mother even argues that the Undercity can't be controlled. Plus, Marcus hide a lot of crucial information from the council, because he has to accept Silco's conditions in order not to compromise himself. The council thinks that Zaun's situation is being handled thanks to the enforcers.

And at the same time, there is such a complacency in the concept of a council made with privileged families. It is formed with elites, and this elites have an elitist view about politics, which would be better considered with a sociological approach. But this is simply the extension of Heimerdinger's wish to keep everything safe and sanitized for himself and the city. A logical outcome, which actually makes everything Heimerdinger's fault, but at the same time, which makes it logical he doesn't realize it.

This kind of is the whole point of Heimerdinger's character, isn't it…? Everything he does is flawed because he fails to see past his fears.

To conclude this (already too long) post, one thing I haven't mentioned is that I think what leads people to dislike Heimerdinger as a whole is ambiguity. The fact that we don't know yet if the writers are aware that Heimerdinger isn't a perfect person; the fact that he has such a nice presentation which distract people from the fact he's not reliable nor doing as well as you could think. The fact that all the ways in which he means well are not enough to repair what he has failed to accomplish. The fact that he is presented as a solution while being one of the cores of the problem at the same time. Believe me, like I said, I want him to get a comeuppance. But I think his flaws are as likeable as the web of flaws linking every character of this show to the others.

[cosmal]

hozier — send me an au + character and i’ll write you a blurb. i.e rockstar!remus, rugby!james, stoner!peter

rockstar!sirius coming home from a long trip all clingy and whiny about how much he missed you omg

order in

summary sirius is clingy when he gets home from tour.

content sirius black x fem!reader

note um mal i love this idea shut up!!!!!!!!!

"Jesus Christ," Sirius says at the sight of you. A tiny vest, a pair of boxers he's sure are his. He forgets he thought they were lost almost immediately. You've got a laundry basket held to your hip.

"Sirius," you say. Really gently. Soft and sickly sweet. You don't flinch like he'd thought you would. He likes that more than he should. "Baby, when did your flight land? You didn't Uber here did you? Have you been home?"

He doesn't answer a single one of your questions and you shift on your feet, soft socks twisting into the crush of your rug. The anklet on your left leg clinks.

He drops his neck pillow next to his forgotten suitcase and closes the space between the two of you. He almost knocks into your dining table. You drop the basket on your couch like you know what he's about to do.

He hugs you so hard he worries you might bruise. He trusts you'd let him know if it might be too much because he still feels like it's not hard enough. He wants to feel you against him. Your hip pressed to his, your chest against his shoulder, the way your chin falls into the pit between his shoulder and neck.

"Sirius," you say into his skin. Right behind his ear where you know he likes it. "I was supposed to pick you up. You were supposed to ring."

"Don't care," he says and means it. "I didn't want you to drive through the traffic, I know you hate it."

You do. Last time you picked him up at Heathrow you almost had a prang. He was just as upset as you were. He had to drive the two of you home.

"I would've been okay," you sigh. He knows what you mean. "I'm sure you're exhausted."

"I am," he says. He starts to walk backwards until the backs of his legs hit the edge of your sofa. He sits down and takes you with him. You gasp like you weren't expecting it. Silly. "I am, but Christ, baby, I missed you."

You tuck your knees into his sides where he's got your legs parted over his lap. Pressing your palms into his soft hoodie, right over his chest. "Missed you more," you say before kissing his cheek. You pull back and he's frowning.

He reaches his hands up to your neck to tug you back down to his face. "That's really not possible," he mumbles before kissing you. Properly, he thinks, warm and slow into your mouth to show how much he means it.

You pull back, and despite the slow nature of his kiss, you're breathless. A little gaspy as you blink slowly and try to tamp back your shy grin. "Sure," you say.

"Promise."

You tuck your hands into his hair and look as lovesick as he feels. Pushing flat locks of hair behind his ears. Kinked where he's had his headphones on for the past thirteen hours. If he's lucky, he thinks he might get you into the shower later on with him tonight while he washes it. If he's even luckier, he might not have time to wash it at all.

"You gonna let me make you some dinner?" you ask, twisting a strand of hair around your finger.

"No," he says and means it. You're not going anywhere if he can help it. "No, stay here, baby."

"You're not hungry?" you ask. Your hand stills and he doesn't have it in him to ask you to keep twisting his hair. He knows you would but he thinks he's being whiny enough.

"Not really," he lies. He’s starved. Plane food is awful. "Thanks, though, honey."

You smile at the nickname like he'd expected. "You don't want me to make that linguine? The one with the little shrimp? I think the market might still be open."

Sirius wants to kiss you again. He wants to kiss you and hug you. He wants to tuck his arms under your shirt and hide his face in your neck until he gets bored. He doesn't think there are enough days left in existence to achieve it.

"We could order in?" he suggests. "Not that I don't love your cooking, it's just, I can order from my phone and you can stay right here in my lap."

"Sirius," you mumble.

"Yeah, and then while we wait, you can tell me about everything you did while I was away." He's smiling so hard he can't help it. It's an amazing idea.

You pretend to think about it but then reach down to pull his phone from his pocket. You hand it to him, smiling, and say, "Two conditions."

"I'm listening."

"We order from the Indian place around the block. Girl and The Goat?" He knows you only suggest it because it's his favourite. He tosses up arguing with you over it. He knows you'll want Greek. You always do.

He doesn't. "Right."

"And," you add, "You have to tell me everything you haven't already about tour."

Sirius rolls his eyes like that's an inconvenience. He really did want to let you ramble away. He's been gone two months. "Okay."

You smile like you're actually excited. "Yay."

Sirius pulls out his phone and finds the right number in his favourited contacts. He holds the dialling phone to his ear. "Good, I can complain to you then. James is such a fu- Hello, could I please place an order?"

You laugh until he finishes the order.

-

fixing the readmore glitch <3

[danielmolloyshole]

@ahubofreadersandmagicians:

Why would Daniel hate Marius? He’s already read the “forced prostitution” and “Marius de Romanus” folders from the Talamasca’s Armand file, we’ve seen them. His only response was to shame Armand for talking abt the Arun/Amadeo days and imply he was lying. Even knowing Armand was telling the truth. Daniel’s bad w/abuse victims generally and hates Armand. Sadly, I think he’ll be ok with Marius.

This got stupid long and also needs to broken into parts to try to minimize how all over the place I am so let's gooo. Friendly disclaimer that this is my opinion but I am literally trained in media analysis like this so I promise I am coming from a place of knowledge. I'm gonna start with my interpretation of Daniel's character and go from there.

RE; Daniel is bad with abuse victims

I'm assuming you are saying this because of how Daniel talks to Luis about his abuse. The way Daniel approaches this topic is, frankly, awful. Daniel is not good at it. However, he is not supportive of it. He calls Lestat out on how badly he was treating Luis, the racial dynamic (again, said in a really bad way but later we do see Lestat minimizing Luis's feelings about how he is treated as a black man so he wasn't wrong). I also think about the rent boy line, which to me was more directed as a snide remark at Luis and his assumption of what their relationship is. Not saying it wasn't also supposed to be a jab at Fake Rashid (by this point he is suspicious and annoyed and staring all the time and in general does not know what to make of him, which Daniel doesn't like), but Daniel was in active conversation with Luis and not Fake Rashid. Daniel is mean, this is not in contention. He is not a good person. But he does not ignore or get down with abuse and instead calls it out into the room, both explicitly and implied.

RE; Daniel's Past & Hating Armand

Now, what informs the fact that Daniel is such a bitch, especially when he is chasing the high of bringing out the truth? Working under the assumption of my previous post, Devil's Minion has happened. The evidence of such is, in my opinion, scattered throughout both seasons and would be a whole other post to detail. This, in my opinion, is supported by comments made by the actors and show runners that imply they have purposefully planted seeds. All I have to work with in terms of analysis right now is the book and these seeds and my last post stated that we are treating the Devil's Minion chapter as canon up until Daniel's turning, at which point Armand would have erased his memories. This implies that from 1973 until 1985, the ages of 20 and 35, Daniel's memories are incomplete. Imagine your most developmental years as an adult are now so full of holes that you wrote a memoir about how inconsistent your memory is. Your first love, your first heartbreak, the first time you debased yourself for someone's love, the first time you really fucked up with someone, countless mistakes now altered. Any self-actualization that would have made Daniel a better person is now incomplete. This includes the memory of Daniel fucking a girl with a bag on her head. It is a shameful memory, that's why Armand brings it out, but as a twenty year-old shitty kid from Modesto, Daniel might not have fully conceptualized how ashamed he is of it until it is used as weapon against him. Assuming the memories begin to return next season, either in partial or in full, this would mean that Daniel would suddenly have a much fuller context of his trauma and why he does what he does. Eric Bogosian mentioned in an interview that both he and Daniel have forgotten trauma and I do not believe San Francisco is the end of that trauma. A relationship as volatile as Armand and Daniel's, influenced by drugs and blood and danger, would hold just as much trauma if not more than the six days spent in that apartment. Bogosian went on to say that those traumas influence how someone acts and interacts without even being aware of it. I believe a lot of the development we're gonna see in Daniel is him reconciling the mean, tear-it-all-down journalist with the man he was at the height of his affair with Armand. We've already seen heightened emotion from his Paris memory (another tangent but I do not believe Alice is Armand but rather that this specific memory was altered. Daniel cares a lot less about the memory of Alice telling him she's pregnant so the inconsistency is odd).  Daniel is going to need character development moving forward. Does this mean he's going to stop being an asshole? No. He's still an asshole. I just think he'll be a different kind of asshole.

RE; Daniel Shaming Armand

I don't interpret that Arun/Amadeo line as shaming him, exactly. Asking where the lies start, implying the Arun dynamic was something of a sham (master when it's hot and convenient, etc), yeah. He's in the throes of bringing down the castle of lies, he's gotten his hit, he's basically high on exposing the truth. To me, especially given how he looks at Armand while he's on the floor, I don't think Daniel hates Armand. In book canon, it's said that he could only feel ravening desire and it is my opinion that that remains true. Daniel was gloating until the high wore off and then he was at the very least incredibly shook and definitely not making a move to rub it in Armand's face that he won.

RE; Daniel hating Marius

The show has set Marius up to be a pedophilic groomer. I don't even know if grooming was a widely-used term in the seventies but they dropped it in there and modern sensibilities make that very purposeful writing. Daniel, as stated before, does call out abusive behavior. Is he doing it in a way that reduces harm? Fuck no. Is he hurting everyone in the way he does it? Absolutely. But he has shown no evidence of being supportive of abusers and Marius has been set up explicitly as an abuser.

RE; Conclusion

Daniel Molloy is not a good person but he is not an abuser and there is no evidence that suggests he would love Marius or be in any way supportive of his actions. This is true in particular with Armand, since it is now well-established that they will have a romantic relationship in the future.

[zahri-melitor]

Do you think there’s any hope of Tim getting a transition story anytime soon?

If so, what would you like to see?

Depends what you mean by transition.

In terms of Tim getting a new hero identity? I suspect the order of events there consists of "someone pitches something that DC likes, that they think will sell, and that fans won't overreact to", and then title sells well.

Because they got burnt during Young Justice 2019. Whether or not you think 'Drake' was a terrible idea for a new identity, the fandom reaction to it made it that much less likely for Tim to get given a new ID.

Because I guarantee for you that no matter what someone proposes, there will be people who kick back against it, and for it to work, it's going to need to be woven into DC mythology in a meaningful way.

This is where I'm going to point out that MOST Bats are running around using legacy identities. Nightwing is a legacy Superman-related identity, that Clark gave to Dick as part of their friendship, that goes back to the 1960s. Red Hood is a legacy identity, that Jason took from Joker and turned into his own as a take that. Batgirl is a legacy identity, that traces to Betty Kane and to Barbara, which is actively used by Steph and Cass. Robin is a legacy identity that belongs to Dick. Red Robin is a legacy identity - it was developed for Dick in Kingdom Come, and it passed through Jason to get to Tim. Kate Kane is Batwoman BECAUSE Kathy Kane was Batwoman, and Batwoman and Batgirl were deliberately designed to be feminine legacies of Batman. Azrael as a mantle is explicitly a legacy mantle that JPV holds.

Yes, Steph as the Spoiler and Duke and the Signal work and were accepted by the public as solid hero names, but those were both their first proper identities, and they were new characters without a significant weight of backstory.

Oracle works as an identity for Barbara because John Ostrander and Kim Yale spent the time and worked up a backstory for Barbara's transition into becoming Oracle, and made it full of joy and promise. She seized something new and created it for herself out of the ruins of where she'd been left as a character.

This is why I hate when people just throw out suggestions for random bird names for Tim to have a new identity. It has no depth to it. There's no point in calling Tim 'Blackbird' or 'Raptor' or whatever unless you invest in storytelling for why Tim would find that a meaningful name to represent. Why does he attach more meaning to it than being Robin (or Red Robin). It's lazy storytelling.

You can rescue it from an Elseworlds or another Earth. It doesn't have to be a direct "I am giving you my ID" like the transfer of Robin. But it needs to have history to it as a name for it to feel right as an identity for Tim Drake, a legacy character who has been around for 35 years, and who is fiercely associated with the concept of belonging to a team. It needs to speak to who he is as a character, and what his goals are in using that identity.

This is why Tim!Nightwing during the Ric Grayson period would have worked - Nightwing has that meaning, and if you wrote Tim and Dick working on finding a 'graduation' name for Tim through that story you could have stuck whatever nonsense you wanted as it, because then you would have built in the meaning (that it was a Dick and Tim project together).

So yeah, that's what I'd like to see for a Tim with a new identity. Someone who's put in the work to choose something meaningful from the back catalogue and develop an argument that Tim would use it. Because they're going to have to sell fans on it.

If, however you mean transition in terms of 'Tim is trans': no. I do not think it is likely that DC are interested in writing that for Tim, and I am really reluctant to see it as it would only get him pigeonholed even harder as 'the queer Robin', to be pulled out for use out of obligation for Pride.

Also they just got burnt over that Kon story and its reaction, and I think DC are currently more interested in working on their development of trans characters who are trans from creation (see Nia Nal, who's getting a boost in the current events).

[heavenlymorals]

Biblical References in the RDR Games: Part 2

You guys seemed to LOVE my original biblical references post for Red Dead so I am here to post some more because there are SO MANY. And like before, I am aware that some of these may be complete reaches, but it's my blog and I do what I want 🙃

Enjoy babes ❤️

@headersandheelers @secretcheesecakenacho Since you guys wanted to get tagged ❤️🤭

Arthur and Dutch mirror Moses and Pharaoh in chapter six. Arthur begs Dutch to let his "chosen" go, who are the people who he believes have a chance in living without the baggage of the gang (the women and John and his family). Dutch refuses to let them go, which creates the biggest conflict in chapter 6.

Arthur kicking out Strauss gives me heavy Matthew 21:12-14. Basically, Jesus kicks out loan sharks and sellers from a temple designated as a house of worship where people can be helped. Their presence destroyed the sanctity and the purity of the temple. Both the gang and the temple existed originally to help folks, but the presence of people like loan sharks destroy that original mission. So yes, Arthur kicking out Strauss is a parallel to Jesus kicking out the loan sharks from the temple.

The color for high honor is blue while the color for low honor is red. Blue in the bible is very often associated with heaven and God. Red in the bible represents the flesh that humans are trapped in during their time on earth, which can then correlate back to sin and violent.

Micah was a prophet in the bible who is most known for predicting the fall Jerusalem. Micah in the game also predicts the fall of the gang in the sense that he was the one who caused it. The name Micah also means he who is like God, so the irony is kinda funny.

John being able to see the cracks in the gang before many of the other characters could very well be a reference to this passage: "For you will know the Truth and the Truth will set you Free" - John 8:32. Abigail in RDR also says this which is a reference to this passage: "You knew the truth, John. And they hated you for it."

Just another passage that reminds of Arthur's redemption and the whole searching for peace thing: "Turn away from evil and do good. Search for peace, and work to maintain it" Psalm 34:14

The mission "A Fisher of Men" is a reference to Matthew 4:18-20. "While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him." Of course, beyond just the action of fishing with Jack, this is also a parallel to Arthur's empathetic yet still firm style of talking to Jack. "It's about time you earned your keep." "You got to stick at things, Jack."

The mission "The Sheep and the Goats." In Matthew 25:31-46, it describes how God will separate people in two groups. The "sheep" will inherit heaven and the "goats" will be damned. You can connect that to the gang as well. The sheep are the ones who leave Dutch while the goats stay with him and become damned or a shameful version of who they once were.

Also note in the epilogue how John says he doesn't like goats and chooses sheep as the first animals to raise on his ranch. That could also connect to Matthew 25:31-46.

The mission name "Do Not Seek Absolution" is really interesting to me because it's the first biblical mission name that could either be a reference to scripture, which I'm thinking Deuteronomy 12:13 in the sense that one shouldn't offer their praise or worship to false gods who won't answer prayers (think Arthur and Dutch and how Arthur was still following Dutch after the gang lost it's original image) or a rejection ofa the Christian mindset of the time. Absolution is the idea of the promise of having your sins forgiven by God. It might be saying that Arthur should try to redeem himself by his action towards the person rather than his guilt towards a higher power.

Molly getting burnt rather than having a funeral is less a biblical detail but more a cultural detail. Though cremation wasn't really condemned in the Bible, the passages about being buried in the ground or in tombs was the people's standards in how they wanted their dead body to be handled due to religious reasoning. Whether or not Molly is Protestant or culturally Catholic (I lean the latter), the fact that Grimshaw asks for her body to be burnt just adds so much more weight to how cruelly traitors of the gang were dealt with

Love this stuff sm

[sufferu]

Sup! I had a question for you. I was wondering if you'd be opposed if I ever got down to writing an alternate version of BTZ. Mind you it be whenever you completed this wonderful master piece with full credit going toward you.

The basic premise would be Subaru running away from the cast believing that they hate/want to hurt him and accidentally joining the Witch Cult. (Probably by running into a mabeast infested forest or into some bandits and getting saved by some hooded guys who seem pretty chill. Oddly they won't stop bowing to him. Eh, whatever they're offering him a place to stay for free so Subaru is cool with it.)

Subaru then meets the Archbishop of Sloth and the man seems weird but he doesn't exactly appear dangerous. (This will be a running theme with Subaru where none of the Archbishop adheres to his idea of a Final Boss. Petelgeuse is a looney tunes character, the Gluttony siblings are weird kids, but harmless and Sirus is a silly Yandere who's trying to get with Geuse. So a bunch of Saturday morning cartoon characters XD)

Anyways Subaru and Geuse get along well. Like really well (Which fits the Pride If in which the two did become friends) And this chance meeting inadvertently changes his gospel. In fact, all the Archbishops futures change and the attack on Arlam and the White Whale are called off. (The Cast is so fucking confused right now)

Sloth takes Subaru to meet Pandora (a little girl in Subaru's mind) and she makes him the New Archbishop of Pride and promises to help him find a way back home. Subaru is ecstatic. So far joining the dark side rules! And they have cookies!

Meanwhile Subaru's friends are losing their collective fucking minds. They lost their time traveling corpse and the Archbishop's seem to have known about their plans and avoided them (Did they travel back in time to...fuck'n fuck!)

The Witch Cult Elimination forces decide to divide into two teams. One to track Subaru down and bring him back by whatever means and the other will try to salvage the situation and try to bring the Witch Cult Down once and for all!

Only Subaru likes his new friends, he likes them a lot and several misunderstandings with the cast leads Subaru into believing they want to hurt and kill him. It doesn't help that they have Julius leading the retrieval team and Elsa and Meili have joined the Cast and...yeah it doesn't go well. In contrast the Witch Cult are kind and caring and seem like genuinely good people! (Because everyone tried to hide any information about the Cult from Subaru in an attempt to protect him, the dude is totally clueless about the war crimes the Cult has committed...oops?

So yeah, anytime the Cast gets close to landing a decisive blow on the Cult something changes or the group has back up waiting to ambush them. It's almost like they knew about all their plans ahead of time...no it couldn't be...right?

Yeah, Subaru is hundred percent using RBD to save the Witch Cult lol!

No, lol, I would not be opposed to you writing this if you wish to do so.

My suggestion, though, would be to heavily lean into the misunderstanding that Subaru is having about the Cult. Have him keep totally missing the war crimes as a running gag, have Petelgeuse doing crazy shit off in the corner while Subaru thinks he’s just making cookies for when the guy comes back from “shopping at the market.” Have him totally out of the loop regarding EVERYTHING surrounding what the Cult is really about. I will say that I personally am not a fan of plotlines where Subaru is genuinely on board with becoming a witch cultist and murdering thousands of innocents, or of ones where the Witch Cult is…sanewashed(?) instead of being portrayed as the nutcases that they are in canon lmao — though if that’s YOUR cup of tea you can safely disregard my note there, lol.

(I also would personally avoid including Pandora since we REALLY don’t know anything about her yet, but that is again a very subjective suggestion, because I know that a lot of people do really like her already lol)

Anyway — could be a very funny crack fic, from my POV. Hope you enjoy writing it!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Why do we gatekeep comics?

Seriously. I've been in this fandom (well, the batman rogues side of it) for years, since '15 actually. It's crazy how often I run across a post that basically says "fandom has bad reading comprehension and valid interpretations of these characters come from me"

Do ya'll realize how snobby that sounds?

Let me tell ya, comics are NOT an easy medium to get into. I'm going to be using Jonathan Crane as my example, because that's my blog's whole thing. Speaking him alone, there's at least eight origins, dozens of verses, multiple versions and stories -- and yes, some do contradict each other. And that's a medium popularity rogue, what if we're talking Jason Todd or Joker? Even Bruce Wayne's set in stone origin can vary from comic to comic.

While I understand comics need to be read to understand a character to it's fullest, and in no way am I arguing that you SHOULDN'T read comics. What I am saying is, there's more than just the fandom popular ones, and comics are not a cheap medium to get into. (and yes, you can 'yo ho ho' comics if you catch my drift, but finding the obscure issues can someone be impossible even taking that route) Comics costs add up quickly if you want to collect, ranging from two to six dollars an issue and god forbid you wanna collect something out of print that never had a big release to begin with. eBay prices can get crazy, and not everyone lives near a comic book store.

I get asks all the time asking me where to start with Jonathan Crane and reading, but really....does it matter? Pick an origin, pick a handful of stories that may interest you and with maaaybe six to ten comics you'll have a solid understanding of the character. This works for any character btw, you don't have nor should you have to read everything or whatever the fandom considers "the most correct"

ALSO! There's more than just comics, maybe you watched the animated series as a kid and that's all you know! That doesn't mean your thoughts are lesser than someone whose read hundreds of comics!! You're allowed to stick with the meidum you like best, like the Arkhamverse video games or Teen Titans cartoon.

Why do we even push the idea that you gotta research comics for years before you can have an "acceptable opinion" on these characters? Comics are a special medium, they can tell multiple stories from multiple artists and writers. No one comic is above the rest, no matter what the fandom tries to tell you

Just. Have fun with it. Make your headcanons. Read the story everyone hates. Take the horrible canon (Jervis Tetch being a predator, for example) and throw it out the window!!

Do what makes YOU happy. I promise, you're never going to be alone in a fandom like the comics fandom. You're allowed to do what you want, I mean--half the time the professionals wing it and bullshit it, so why can't you???

Anyway, I'm getting off my soapbox for today.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

A forbidden love.

König x Fem reader.

A colonel arrives at your house to live with you and your husband's family, you weren't expecting to fall for the man who imprisoned him.

«You and I. We'll see each other again mein Engel, you will see me but not as a soldier, you will not even recognize me and you will be a new woman, a different person»

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Warning: image is not mine, spelling and grammatical errors, it is not so long and I admit it's not so good.

You met your husband a few years ago, your parents were the kind of people who believe in marriage alliances, at a very young age you forgot about any possibility to find someone else and fall in love like normal people do.

When you married you went to live with your new husband and his family, to be more precise, his mother, an arrogant woman, it was a silent battle between you and her, your parents died and their business passed to your husband, you never asked what he was into, until one night during his business trips, he didn't come back.

You saw his face on tv, wearing an orange suit, he was in prison, money, drugs and weapons traffic plus some other dark things.

They found your husband thanks to a private military group, he was in a hotel room unconscious because of all the drugs in his system, all his security staff died.

Thanks to that, now you will receive the visit of one of those soldiers, you will share your house with him, your mother in law told you he was an enemy, you needed to be at your husband's side, you wouldn't be allowed to talk to him or be in the same room as him.

- He's here, look at my Y/N, you're not allowed to talk to him, do you understand?

- Yes.

You muttered, As soon as your mother in law opened the door, a giant black shadow filled the doorframe. He's tall, wearing black clothes and combat boots, blue eyes, that's the only thing you can see of his face, he hides himself under a black mask. His voice is actually very kind and calmed.

- Good morning ladies, I'm König, i will try not to bother you.

You were going to say something but then you remembered what you promised, so you simply nodded and stayed closing the door while your mother in law showed him his provisional room.

During dinner you and your mother in law were gossiping, you still weren't understanding what he was doing there.

- So... König will stay... For how long?

- Don't call him by his name! (She yelled at you, a few minutes of uncomfortable silence later she continued speaking) ...Until they can find something else to blame your poor husband or until he finds if we're involved in his business.

He did what he promised, you rarely see him and today is one of those few times. You were carrying some boxes full of clothes and stuff you're not planning to use anymore, they're heavy and some help would be great but no, you can't.

König sees you and goes to offer his help which clearly you ignore it.

- Excuse me, Can I help you? I have to check those boxes anyways.

No response.

- You can say no, miss.

You continue your way to the car, putting the boxes in the backseat and go back inside the house. The same afternoon, while you're in the garden reading, you see him again. He approaches you, and offers you a cigarette, you neglect with your head, you think that will be enough and he will leave you but he starts to talk.

- I usually am the one who applies the treatment silence, I understand if you hate me.

- I don't hate you.

You muttered, your voice is almost a whisper, thank god König has a good ear.

- Can I take a seat?

He points at the empty space at your side, you agree.

- you say you don't hate me, but your attitude says something else.

- My husband's mother... She almost puts a gun in my head, I'm not allowed to talk to you, but I don't hate you.

- Well, she's not here right now, feel free to talk, I'm here doing my job but that doesn't mean I'm YOUR enemy, just your husband's enemy.

You laugh at his joke, for the first time in years you laugh, and for König is beautiful, the most beautiful sound. How can someone like you have a husband like that man he captured.

- Are you married, König?

- I was, then she left me.

- I'm sorry, at least she let you go, my husband keeps me here and now he is in prison while I have to live under his mother's eye.

- Why are you married to that man?

- My parents. It was an alliance between them and him, he now is in charge of my parents business, I don't owe nothing of this.

You talked for hours, discovering all the chemistry between you and him, the secret conversations turned into something essential in your day by day with him, but secrets cannot be hidden forever.

Your mother in law told you, she noticed the way you blush when he's around, the small smiles you send him, she will not allow it, you will not abandon her son.

- The only thing I expect from you is to be loyal!

-But I am!

- You are a friend of our enemy! How can you talk to him knowing well he was the one who... Sent your husband to that prison! When I see him I would like to put a bullet in his skull!

You've been loyal, you don't want problems so the wall between you and him goes back, until one day when you go to the room where könig spends almost his entire time, you're curious about his investigations.

Papers, pictures, files, you started to think about how stupid it was to go and spy on him until one of the files with your name catches your attention.

Talk about your and your husband's family, marriage and then... A small text about another woman, apparently your husband has another wife and children. You felt betrayed, you had a big discussion with your mother in law, she tried to justify her son but nothing worked, finally there was a reason to leave, to not be loyal anymore.

- I refuse to be in this marriage any longer! I will not stay here to support a husband who never loved me and never showed me the minimum affection!

- YOU DON'T HAVE WHERE TO GO Y/N! YOU'RE NOTHING! LESS THAN NOTHING WITHOUT MY SON!

König heard the discussion, he wanted to hold you, tell you how important you are, show you how sweet and amazing you are, but he can't interfere and mix his work and his feelings.

The same night he was in his room finishing some paperwork when you knocked on his door wearing a nightgown, puffy eyes, plump lips and red cheeks, you quickly jumped on his arms hiding your face in the crook of his neck, at first he hesitated but quickly forgot the rules, fuck the job, fuck everybody else, it's just you and him, he quit his mask and you saw him, the scars, his lips, his jaw. He was gentle, he treated you softly but at the same time showed you how does it feel to be desired by someone.

For the first time in life you felt love, passion, desire, you became addicted to him, his perfume, his lips, his eyes on you, his hands and arms around you at every opportunity you had, both fell in this passional frenzy and the fear of losing him grew inside you, because, eventually he would leave and you wouldn't see him again.

- What's wrong, Meine Liebe?

- You will leave and what will happen to me?

König doesn't say anything, he just hugs you tightly, he loves you, of course he does but... He thinks you deserve better, a better life that he probably can't give you, at least that's his way to think since his ex-wife abandoned him with that excuse «I deserve a life that you can't give me» .

You've been thinking about a way to help König, you want your freedom, leave your husband, you don't want money, you simply want to leave him and live your own life, you were cleaning your closet when a small hidden door is behind one of your drawers, there's a bunch of documents and passwords, you read them quickly and indeed was information that could sentence to years of prison not only your husband but his mother too.

It worked, König found a way to help you, his testimony and reports about what he saw during those weeks with you were enough to get witness protection programs for you, you would go to live in a new country with a new identity, a chance to start again. For him there wasn't a better way to demonstrate how much he loved you.

You were in the airport with him, waiting for your flight, it was a bitter goodbye, you were sniffing, sobbing and crying, why does he not understand your life wouldn't be complete without him?.

- Will I ever see you again?

- Oh Mein süßes Mädchen (my sweet girl) you deserve a better life, a better man and a better love.

He was holding you, caressing your hair, you were crying and pleading him to stay with you.

- I don't want no one else but you, why don't you understand that? We can keep this in secret!

«Flight 150 with destiny to...»

- Es tut mir Leid (sorry) it is time to go, mein Engel.

- I love you König, I really do.

You look up at him, his blue eyes seem tired and sad, you understand the fact that he can't risk his credibility and his job, but you can't understand why he can't accept you want to stay at his side, it could be a secret, there's no need to tell someone about it. After a long hug you decide to part, you were walking to the entrance of the tunnel where your flight awaits when he called your name.

- Y/N, wait!

You were expecting he reconsidered your situation, he approached you and hugged you again pressing his forehead against yours, whispering.

- You and I. We'll see each other again mein Engel, you will see me but not as a soldier, you will not even recognize me and you will be a new woman, a different person. Ich liebe dich, y/n.

Months passed by and you, indeed, became a new person, there's a new woman inside you, but you still think about him, in the middle of the night when there's nobody at your side to hug you, when you need the warmth and the touch of someone, you think about him every time you observe the blue grey skies at rainy days, you wonder if he still remember you, if he's okay.

König still thinks about you, he keeps an eye on you not only because it's his job it's because he also cares about you, he knows you opened a small flower shop, your new address, you're single, you're not dating no one, he knows for you it's okay in the day because you're busy but the problem it's at night, the lights of your bedroom are on until the first hours of the morning, you sit in front of the window for hours observing the sky, he knows that feeling, the emptiness inside you it is the same he experimented too.

It's a torture for him to see you like that and is also a pain in his chest to be far from you, incapable to kiss you, hug you, taste you, love you. He never felt so weak and powerless, he needed you.

He took the closest flight to your new country, he doesn't care anymore if people know he's going to see you, he just wants you back.

You were closing your store when you heard a voice, the voice you could recognize anywhere.

- Excuse me, I would like to buy flowers for the woman I love.

You turned to look at the person behind you, there he is, that brown soft hair, his blue eyes, the prominent and straight nose, the scars on his face, his jaw, the neck that one day was your safe place.

He's nervously smiling at you, his eyes scream how much he begs you to forgive him.

Your eyes are full of tears while you smile, both are in front of each other, after months living in pure torture, both are finally there, he was right, you both would see each other again.