#but that's basically just how i write at this point lol

[k1ng-ej]

Sudden

Leon Kennedy angst

Note: id like to apologize in advance, lol. this has been on my mind for a couple days and of course i write it at 5 am, and sleep deprived. anyway, enjoy, or cry, its okay. (requests are open!!)

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On an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, your world suddenly shattered. It hit you unexpectedly, leaving you reeling, bewildered, and deeply wounded. You and Leon were both part of the same organization, occupying different roles, and had been in a relationship for some time. You made a point to keep your professional and personal lives distinct, only showing affection through subtle gestures like holding hands and exchanging tender glances from across the room. 

It wasn't until after a particularly perilous mission that Leon truly reflected on the inherent dangers of his work. There clearly hadn't been much thought behind his reckless actions. Fear gripped him, and it was this fear that hurt the most. He worried that the closeness of your relationship could become a weapon against him, that it might be used to exploit his vulnerabilities. Despite these fears, Leon found immense joy and fulfillment in being with you. Initially closed off when you first met, he eventually allowed himself to bloom, revealing his deepest insecurities to you. You understood him intimately, just as he did you; you were beautifully intertwined. Your embraces felt like the completion of a intricate puzzle, as if you were truly meant for each other. Your hands fit together seamlessly, his was made to hold yours, and his lips were destined to kiss yours.

With Leon, everything felt effortless. He instinctively knew how to lift your spirits, recognized your favorite comfort foods, and understood that basic flowers wouldn't cut it for you. He was aware that verbal apologies weren't your style; instead, you expressed your remorse through acts of service—doing his laundry, organizing his space, or preparing his favorite meal. It all seemed flawless.

Leon was overcome with fear. Fear that you were too close, or perhaps that he was too close to you. The prospect of losing you weighed heavily on his mind, prompting him to act on those fears. It was an ordinary workday—the worst possible moment for such a confrontation—when he stepped into your office, his expression one you recognized all too well. You instantly knew that whatever he was about to say would not be good.

What you never anticipated was his desire to end the relationship. A wave of pain surged through you—your heart cracked, your stomach churned, and nausea swept over you. Your thoughts spiraled as you sat there, paralyzed in disbelief. You longed to ask why, to plead with him not to go through with this. All you wanted was to cradle his face in your hands and promise him that no matter the struggles he faced, you would stand by his side.

Before you could even utter a word, he walked out, leaving you alone in your office with your heart shattered. In the days that followed, you made every attempt to reach out—through texts and in person—but he reverted to the distant, unapproachable Leon you had encountered when you first met. Confused and hurt, you couldn't fathom why he was shutting you out. No matter how hard you tried, he always turned away, cold and indifferent. He packed up all your belongings from his apartment and returned them to you, handing back his key. In that moment, you realized the painful truth: it was truly over, for good.

He was now a complete stranger to you, despite the fact that he once held the key to your heart, exploring its deepest corners and uncovering all of your hidden secrets. The memories of his kisses still haunt you, their warmth and familiarity etched in your mind, and you often find yourself reminiscing about how perfectly his hand fit in yours, a connection that felt almost fated; it’s as if the universe intended for you two to find each other. Each time you catch a glimpse of him, your heart pulls with an ache that intertwines longing and uncertainty, causing you to wonder if the moments you shared held any significance for him at all, or if they were just fleeting memories in the passage of time. Despite the hope that would rise each morning as you rolled over, yearning to see his sleeping face—one of those rare moments of tranquility when he seemed free of burdens—you eventually realized that he was never there, and it took an entire year, maybe even more, for you to fully let go and accept that when you passed each other in the hallway, he felt like nothing more than a distant memory of someone who once kissed you softly and passionately.

[misfit-mccoward]

me my entire adult life writing fic: i support the ykinmk life but i don't really like writing sex, and i would definitely feel weird taking prompts

me in the later half of 2024: OH YOU VAGUELY MENTIONED A SMUT CONCEPT? HERE YOU GO--

anyway, itakarin concept fic from the itachi's picnic discord server ->

the concept was basically "karin as a prison warden and itachi as her prisoner." i play hard into the power dynamic so it's one of those fics that's technically dubcon from a real world logic standpoint, but it's not particularly dubcon from the porn trope "oh he WANTS it and my magic powers confirm it!!" standpoint. so there's your warning for that

also i had a whole plot concept but i couldn't figure out how to execute it in like 500 words or less. so rn there's just bullet points ion the middle, but i figured i'd post the porn in case i never finish the bullet points lol

****

Playing warden is all one big game, really. That’s what Sound is. Karin looks at the board, analyzes the pieces, and then she makes her move. 

The keys jingling at her waist are part of it, a part of the strategy. She rolls her hips as she walks down the hall intentionally, to make that noise. So people know she’s coming. So they know to straighten up, to be on their best behavior. So they go limp and placid without realizing that Karin has no high level jutsu to her name, that she’s just some bitch with a rude tongue. 

It’s not so hard. Karin can monitor every chakra signature in her care with ease. If she feels one snap, she can send her little underlings to take care of it, and then show up right as that prisoner breaks, every single time. From the outside, it will always look like Karin is the primary factor associated with subjugation, because that’s how she plays this game. It’s an illusion of power, but it’s still power. Inmates still dip their head to her when they hear her coming. 

It’s not hard, but that doesn’t mean she enjoys it. Karin has her own goals. None of them involve playing warden to a bunch of Orochimaru’s discarded experiments. She would leave if she could, but the game is part of the trap. Even if she’s winning, even if she’s ahead, she’s still stuck in the game. 

And then, finally, something changes. 

Karin gets no real explanation for why she’s handed over Uchiha Itachi. She doesn’t even get real security measures for him besides the standard chakra-dampening handcuffs. She preps a blindfold for him, because she has studied the sharingan in depth and knows how dangerous it can be. Because she’s been given no orders, she makes up a sealing jutsu on the spot just for the blindfold and has no idea if it will work. 

(It doesn’t have to work, she tells herself. Itachi just has to think it does.)

Karin half wonders if Orochimaru expects Itachi to burn down this hideout. Karin has been trapped here for years and years since Sasuke disappeared, ordering around abandoned specimens. Itachi killing them all would probably be high entertainment for Orochimaru. 

Itachi doesn’t make any moves to kill anyone, though. Karin is acutely aware that he could, if he control slipped for even a second. His chakra is subdued when she first marches into his holding cell, but it’s big and dangerous and deadly. 

So Karin marches in, keys jangling, and does her best boss bitch act that she can. She’s aware of Itachi watching her warily as she orders people around. She doesn’t meet his eyes. 

His chakra finally hitches when she goes to tie the blindfold on him. Karin doesn’t let her hands falter, doesn’t let her outward confidence slip for a second, but she does tense at that. He doesn’t make a move against her. 

****

*Establish Itachi also wants to find Sasuke for non-nefarious reasons

*Karin wants to join forces with Itachi but doesn’t know how without risking her personal safety because he’s obviously recovering from some horrible illness but he’s still Uchiha Itachi

*she has an epiphany while in his cell alone with him 

*Karin has accidentally pavlov trained Itachi to be sexually attracted to the sound of her warden’s keyring (in like 300 words somehow)

****

Karin straightens her back and holds up her key ring up so it rests in the crook of her index finger. Then she twitches her finger just once, just enough to make the keys jingle. 

Itachi’s hips jolt just slightly. A smirk slowly spreads over Karin’s face. 

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” she mocks, then jingles her keys again. “How pathetic.”

Her words elicit a full body shudder, only invisible to Karin in that she’s looking for it, and Itachi’s chakra tightens up right at his core in an absolutely delicious way. Then, to Karin’s utter glee, she watches something shift in his pants. Uchiha Itachi is definitely getting hard, his ugly prison pants tenting as his hips twitch, just for her. Just for her moving a single finger. 

Obviously, Karin does it again. 

“S—” Itachi bites out, squirming against his restraints. “Stop.”

He says that, but Karin can feel his chakra, dark and tight and aroused. She’s never felt anything like this before, someone both hungry for her and entirely under her power. The idea excites her. She could do anything she wants! 

“You want me to stop?” Karin repeats in her sweet voice, the one she used to use on Sasuke. She struts forward, swinging her hips even though Itachi can’t see them with the blindfold, and straddles his lap. “You don’t want me doing this?”

She rolls her hips forward, so she comes down over him, pressing down on his erection with her own pelvis as her breasts brush against his chest. Itachi twitches but his chakra doesn’t tighten the way she’d wanted it to. 

“You dare question your warden?” Karin tries. 

This time, Itachi’s chakra rolls with arousal. He makes a noise in the back of his throat. His hips presses upwards, increasing the pressure of her own groin over his. 

I see how it is, Karin decides. She likes this. She likes this a lot. An ache is forming between her legs, and it takes all her self control not to grind herself into him. 

She reaches forward carefully and wraps her fingers around the base of Itachi’s neck. Then she slowly runs her hand upwards, over his throat, until it’s under his chin. Then she forces his head backwards, getting up on her knees so she can hover over him. 

“Desperate, aren’t we?” she says in a mocking, sing-song voice. She runs a thumb over his bottom lip, and Itachi grunts. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to untie you, and you’re going to be a good little prisoner for me.”

She doesn’t wait for a response. She stands and snaps off his restraints, all business and in control. The moment he’s free, Itachi pounces on her, hands going for her neck. 

Karin had been expecting this. Her hand tangles in his loose hair, and she yanks. “No,” she commands, and Itachi goes limp before her, his chakra coiling up inside him. 

Holy shit, Karin thinks, dragging Itachi’s hair down enough to force him to kneel. Holy shit!

She covers his face with one hand, her nails digging into the skin of his cheeks, and he whimpers. She forces her index and middle finger into his mouth. “Suck,” she commands, and he does. 

Karin feels an insane rush of adrenaline as she does this, putting herself into someone else’s mouth on purpose, as an act of her control over them instead of the other person controlling her. Her stomach flips in a way that almost makes her moan herself. 

Karin has never been more turned on before in her life. She’s theoretically had this power over prisoners this whole time, but none have given it over like Itachi does, and so easily! None of them have wanted this like Itachi. 

What do I do next? Karin wonders, sticking her fingers back far enough into Itachi that he starts to gag. This makes his chakra go haywire with lust, and so she reaches forward with her other hand and buries it in his hair to prevent him from pulling back as she moves her fingers back and forth. 

He doesn’t even fight her. He willingly kneels in front of her, letting her facefuck him. Clearly Karin has not spent nearly enough time on fantasies of being a sex dungeon master, because this is the hottest thing she’s ever seen. 

Karin has never fucked someone like this before. She’s never had sex like this before. She’s had no real practice for the logistics of it. But she’s done all sorts of things to herself with toys and the power of her own imagination, and that seems close enough. 

She holds up the key ring again. 

“Does someone want to be warden’s dildo tonight?” she coos, and jangles the ring. 

Itachi moans around her fingers. There’s drool welling up at the corners of his mouth, spilling over her fingers. His lips are obediently tight around her, sucking at her as she presses down on his tongue. She’s sure someone like Uchiha Itachi would have no problem biting her fingers off if he wanted to. But she’s also confident he won’t. The thrill this gives her is downright addicting. 

Karin retracts her fingers and commands Itachi to strip. He does so quickly, pulling away the ugly prison uniform but leaving the blindfold in place. Karin keeps a close watch on him as she pulls off her own clothing. She re-buckles her belt around her naked waist, clasping the keyring to it. 

Karin shoves Itachi down onto his back and then sits on him. She doesn’t take him into her quite yet, instead sitting back for a moment to enjoy the view. Itachi looks good, with his hair tangled and spilled across the concrete floor of his cell. 

I want to take off the blindfold, Karin decides. I want to see his whole face. 

She’ll have to be careful to maintain power over him to do this. She’s confident, based on the way Itachi’s chakra is buzzing in anticipation below her, and given he made no move to remove the blindfold himself, that he wants this. That he’s as turned on by this as she is. He wants her calling all the shots, wants her to be the one that graciously frees him. 

Karin lifts her hips a little, and then guides his length inside of her. She’s turned on and wet enough that it slides into her easily, and it stretches her out in the best way. Underneath her, Itachi’s fingers tense and try to dig into the concrete floor. 

“You like this,” Karin says. It’s a statement, not a question. She sets his hand over his abdomen and watches as goose bumps spread up his skin. “You want me to fuck you.”

She keeps her hips firmly in place, unmoving as she traces her fingers up Itachi’s body, across the plain of his abs and pectorals. He’s not as built as she’d expect for a close-combat ninja, but she supposes being sick in prison will do that to you. He’s still pretty, though, gasping and sweaty beneath her. His chakra is tumultuous, lustful in torturous anticipation for her. 

Karin doesn’t give it to him, as much as she wants to just give in herself and ride him until she has her own screaming orgasm. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Karin says, fingers ghosting up his throat. 

Itachi lets out a guttural groan but continues not to say anything. Karin leans forward slightly, achingly slowly, letting him shift just slightly inside her. The keys slip against her hip and let out a single jingle. The noise that comes out of Itachi next is a little higher, more throaty and definitely more desperate. Karin slowly slips a thumb under his blindfold and pulls it up. Underneath, his dark eyes are glassy and unfocused. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Karin commands, looking him directly in in the eyes. “Or else I will sit here all day until you beg me.”

Karin kind of wants to hear Itachi beg. But also, she would like to hurry up and get on with riding him into oblivion. 

Karin clenches her walls as best she can, just to give him a taste. Itachi gasps, blinking hard, his mouth open and panting. 

“I…” he finally stammers out. “I want you to fuck me.”

Karin pats his cheek. “Good,” she tells him in her sweetest voice. 

Karin sits up, but still doesn’t make a move to actually fuck him. Instead she sits back, staring down at her conquest. Itachi lies there helplessly, even with all his physical restraints removed and his eyes given back to him. He stares back up at her, face flushed and eyes pleading. How long can she bear to just sit here like this, drinking in the view…? 

“Please,” Itachi says after a minute. His hands go over her thighs, although he makes no move to grip her or move her. His hips twitch but he makes no move to buck into her. “Please,” he begs.

Karin wants to make him wait longer, to make him beg her harder, but she’s too turned on to wait herself. She rolls her hips, slowly and deliberately, and his dick feels so fucking good inside her as she moves. The face Itachi makes is exquisite, his eyes squeezing shut as she finally gives him what he wants. 

Karin puts her hands over his and moves Itachi’s hands up further on her legs to her hips, so he can grip her better. 

“Fuck me back,” she commands. 

She rolls her hips again, and this time Itachi matches her, thrusting upwards. The keys jangle at her hips, and Karin lets out a throaty oh! at how fantastic it feels, Itachi moving against her and filling her perfectly, perfectly teasing the line between being painful and feeling like complete ecstasy. Her cunt aches as he thrusts into her, and she commands he go faster and harder, and so he does. 

Karin loves the way chakra feels mid sex. She loves feeling Itachi’s darken with lust and then roll with satisfaction when she finally gives it to him, and she loves knowing this is all under her control. She rides him, rides the wave of his chakra, and lets herself get as loud as she wants, her voice drowning out the sound of her keyring at her side. 

When she can feel Itachi coming close, his chakra rising and tightening with fervent excitement, Karin decides she wants control even over this. She wants him to associate his orgasm with her, with seeding everything about him to her. And so Karin shoves her forearm into his mouth. 

“Bite me,” she commands. Then without waiting for a response, she shoves his jaw upward with her other hand to make him. 

Usually, Karin requests no biting or teeth from her sexual partner. It’s something that, in her childhood, she associated with a complete loss of her own agency. But as an adult, Karin gives her powers to who she wants, and she wants a full-strength Uchiha Itachi under her, writhing with pleasure for her, his hands and eyes on her only for her own pleasure. 

Itachi moans pathetically as her chakra rushes into him, forcing his body to heal itself, convalescing itself in his lungs full of scar tissue. He shakes, gasping and whimpering as he finally cums inside her, mediated by Karin’s own chakra, and Karin grins down at him with all her teeth. She does her best to ride him through it, even as she comes undone herself. 

“What…” Itachi starts, blinking away confusion. Karin slides off of him, brushing her hair over her shoulders. 

Karin stands and then, just for a little treat, sets one foot on Itachi’s chest. The movement makes the keys jingle one more time, and Itachi gasps again and makes a face like he had in the middle of having his brain blown by Karin. She smirks down at him. Itachi is at full strength now, and he simply lies on the floor for her, messy and covered in both their fluids. 

“You’re going to be my pretty little prison lay from now on,” Karin tells him. 

Itachi glances down himself at her foot, and then turns his head slightly to look up at her. 

“I’m not going to agree to this indefinitely,” he says finally. He still, Karin notes, continues to simply just lie there. 

“No,” Karin tells him, “you are. Because if you sit pretty and put on a big show of following my every command, of being my loyal little sex toy, then I will help you break out and find Sasuke.”

After all, how much power can she flex over this place, if she has an unrestrained Uchiha Itachi at her beck and call, letting her put him on a leash? She’ll be able to burn this place down herself. She’ll be able to leave. 

And also, she is going to get dicked down and eaten out as much as she wants. 

Itachi blinks down at her foot again. 

“...alright,” he says at length. 

Karin presses her foot down over him. “Every command, Uchiha,” she insists. 

Itachi lies back, relaxing under her. 

“Yes, Warden,” he murmurs.

[kiwiana-writes]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

A big ol' fuck you to @rmd-writes for the tag xoxo

1. How many works do you have an AO3? Lol. Lmao even. 289.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 914,620 on AO3, but that includes co-writes as well as things I've podficced where the fic and pod are in the same work. My actual personally-written wordcount, per my Batshit Spreadsheet, is 771,819.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly RWRB these days, though most of my back catalogue is Schitt's Creek. Also The Pairing and various other things scattered about.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kinda think that I might be his type aka Alex and Bea fake date coming in at the top spot, which will never not bewilder me. Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely fic!! But I am always surprised that it was a few hundred more kudos than:

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), the Much Ado actors AU. My magnum opus, my beloved.

We were supposed to find this - baby's first soulmate AU and my first RWRB fic. The brainrot really took hold with this one lmao.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, in which Henry takes 'open mouth insert foot' to a whole new level.

Warm like the glow that you feel head to toe, the age gap fic with older Senator Alex and younger Prince Henry. This is probably the only one in my top five that really surprises me, considering age gaps are... divisive.

5. Do you respond to comments? Always always always.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I mean I did write that one MCD fic in Schitt's Creek, though I maintain the other five parts in that 5+1 are in fact angstier than the MCD ending.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhhhhhh, the rest? The Doylist answer is any of my fics where the HEA is literally forever rather than 'till death do us part'; so, the Schitt's Creek afterlife AU and the RWRB zombie!Alex AU. (Is that all? Am I forgetting one?)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yeah, sometimes. Weirdly, more through tumblr anons than on the fics themselves? A lot of them I just delete, sometimes I'll give them a bit of a public scolding etc. Frankly at this point if you come into my ask box to be a cunt on anon I'm going to assume you have a public humiliation kink and will indulge you accordingly.

9. Do you write smut? Who's to say.

10. Do you write crossovers? I'm more inclined towards a fusion than a crossover (love a good media fusion) but I did write a short RWRB/The Pairing crossover for VoiceTeam.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope. Someone did ask recently, so we'll see!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? HEAPS. @ships-to-sail is an ongoing collaborator, but I also did a bunch of "each write a chapter" type collabs in Schitt's Creek. Currently co-writing something truly fucking incredible with @indestructibleheart.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? IDK if it's a WIP by the strictest definition, but every day the likelihood of the SC kink!verse series being completed slips further away lol.

16. What are your writing strengths? Rae, you're the worst.

Smut, I guess? Giving people new kinks, apparently. Character voice. Also a very specific type of world-building where I explain nothing because the characters already live in that world and let y'all infer how it works, which came up a LOT on one of this year's Kinktober fics in particular and led to my spouse saying "okay so you're basically the Brennan Lee Mulligan of tree fucking", which is sure not a sentence I expected to ever be directed towards me, but here we are.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything original, apparently. Good thing I didn't quit my job to be a writer or anything OH WAIT.

(In all seriousness, though, I am genuinely shit at, like, plotting. And action sequences.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it makes sense for the character, sure! I'm enlisting someone who speaks it for anything more complicated than, like, a pet name - I've seen what Google Translate tries to spit out for my second language and therefore don't trust it lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for? terf queen mcgee's property.

20. Favourite fics you've written? The RWRB fic specifically based on the episode The Husbands of River Song from Doctor Who. Hands down the best thing I've ever written.

I also fucking LOVED the Much Ado actor AU. My love letter to Shakespeare and theatre and queer joy.

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Tagging @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517 @cricketnationrise @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @notspecialbabe @orchidscript

@piratefalls @sherryvalli @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! 

[woodchipp]

@erogurox

He's cowardly.

Cowardly characters still need to be rootable for.

But the point of omori is he does. He faces his feelings, his guilt, his trauma, he tries to fix it. He tells people what happened after he's barely convinced to leave his house.

as I, someone who was homeschooled and never left the house, didnt know how to confront or deal with feelings. How do you deal with social situations when you're so utterly terrified of letting a lie from four years ago slip? I was like sunny with my own secrets my friends didn't know. I didn't know social shit.

Such personal anecdotes have little place when it comes to character analyses and/or discussions like this, as they often tend to color one's perception of the character in a biased way.

If your argument is (or is largely predicated on) "you can't criticize the character because they're just like me fr fr", you have no argument.

it was a complete accident

It wasn't.

he's stupid, he doesn't know what a fucking lemon is,

Now that is a new one.

Stupidity doesn't grant you an examption from criticism.

He was in a state of shock when basil came to help him and he let basil do whatever because they both weren't thinking clearly.

His reaction to seeing Mari's hanged corpse upon snapping out of his fugue state is feeling "at peace", though.

basil is also at fault for not correcting behavior and calling for help,

I never denied that Basil's at fault too lol. In fact, I have my own issues with how laughable his cover-up is. Thing is, he's not as contemptible as Sunny - covering up Mari's murder was the worst thing he did, and him stabbing Sunny's eye out has an understandable explanation (i.e. his psychotic breakdown). Most importantly, Basil wouldn't have felt the need to intervene were it not for Sunny in the first place.

Sunny himself, however, shows a rather consistent pattern of asshole behavior the game doesn't provide any explanations for.

but opting to have sunny keep it a secret. Sunny didn't choose for it to be a secret, basil did.

That implies Basil coerced Sunny into keeping silent about the actual reason Mari died, which is completely false - Sunny chose to keep it a secret because he didn't want his friends to stop loving him.

He's going to make mistakes and be immature because he was twelve

A 12-year-old would not feel "at peace" upon seeing his relative's dead body.

I'll keep spamming this until you all stop using the "he's 12" argument.

He acknowledged his fuck up, and he tries to fix it.

Him telling the truth does not outweigh the myriad of shitty things he did. Or what, am I supposed to applaud him for basic decency?

He is just facing his trauma in the game after nearly half a decade of escapism.

And, again, we circle back to my question - why should I root for him to do that? He does nothing of note that would make me root for him over the course of the entire game. Your argument boils down to "You should root for him because he has trauma and he's just like me fr fr!", which are, as I've said, not solid arguments.

At least he helped kel get the gangs shit together.

He did not. He simply was There while other characters (Kel included) moved the plot. You could easily cut him out of most cutscenes in the town and nothing of value would be lost.

The truth is, Omori is about overcoming grief and loss,

He is not an extremely smart wizard that can conjure up perfect decisions in pressurising situations.

I love when people make up a guy to argue against instead of actually trying to understand my points.

It’s a fictional game, getting so hard-pressed over a little kid is kinda weird

If it's a "fictional game", he's not a "little kid". He's a fictional character. That means I'm free to talk about him however I please.

even if you dislike Omori, writing about it like this is sorta dramatic in my opinion.

Frankly, I could say the exact same thing about all the reviews, essays and analyses about how OMORI is flawless in every way possible.

I guess the reason why such a sentiment isn't applied to these people is that you like what they have to say :)

Alrighty, so since the user I reblogged earlier apparently doesn't want to engage in any conversation with the people they're lambasting, I'm making my reblog a separate post. I'm nothing if not willing to talk :)

learning to forgive yourself even after seeing the full weight of the consequences of your actions, and realizing that you can still be loved and relearn how to love despite everything

1) "forgive yourself" I am not Sunny, and Sunny is not me.

2) Why should I be inclined to forgive an unlikeable asshole who killed his own sister because he's too self-centered to consider her feelings, lied about it to his friends, did next to nothing to show he cares about them during the game's events (the only time he tries doing anything for anyone is when he stops Basil's suicide attempt, and even then he contemplated ditching him again as a legitimate option) and then left them after revealing he lied to them for the last 4 years while bitching about how hard it is for him to live with the guilt?

Why should I root for him? I'd love to hear a reason other than "He has trauma!" or "He's the protagonist!" or "His love for his friends is shown via the dream world he has in his head!" or an ad hominem attack.

overcoming grief and realizing the world still moves on, with or without you, whether or not you think it's fair or if you blame yourself

OMORI isn't a game about overcoming the grief of a loss. It is a game about a character who's grapping with the well-earned guilt for taking another person's life and then lying about it. Those are quite different things.

Such an argument would've been applicable had Mari actually turned out to have killed herself.

You still have responsibility over your actions, and everything you do still matters,

Which is why the gang's reactions to what Sunny's done didn't matter enough for the game to show them, I suppose.

You still can change people's lives for the better or worse even if you think you aren't worth a second thought.

Sunny changed his friends' lives for the worse. And then he left.

I really enjoy this game can you tell.

Good for you! Doesn't mean others can't point out the main character is a nasty piece of shit and the writing has more holes in it than Swiss cheese, though.

I do think some people need to retake basic literature classes or touch grass perhaps

How classy. Is it because "some people" are not reading the game the way you want them to? :)

Look. You're well within your right to shove your fingers into your ears and go "lalalala I'm not listening!" when someone tries to explain their point of view to you and you don't like it. But you can't criticize people for different opinions when you refuse to listen to any explanations.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than an integer between 0 and 100

When I made my outline for my latest story I realized "Wait. The protagonist is just angry and miserable for like 75% of the story. This isn't fun. Oh no what do I do???" And then I remembered that the premise involves the protagonist being taken to a palace. With a wide variety of luxurious Things to enjoy. So that just kind of solved itself.

Protip: If your sub's bad mood is bothering you then simply give them a steak that's more expensive than their entire house.

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).

And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?

Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.

Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.

And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.

Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP

[mintypsii]

author x barista cafe au (sanji is competing against himself)

[fatedroses]

Adventurer Zenos and G'raha cause I had to draw my silly guys. I just enjoy the idea of Zenos hanging out with fellow bookworms and being begrudgingly (though occasionally willingly) helpful.

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew

[tangents-within-tangents]

Sigh I swear the bar is so low with writing sometimes.

I’ve just been remembering how much it bothers me when there’s no lasting consequences or acknowledgement for things. When everything resets like nothing ever happened at the start of the next episode, or even the next scene sometimes. How cool and rare it was that Wally’s arm was in a cast for a whole 5 episodes of Young Justice. How relieved/excited I was when Mulder actually still had bandages on his fingers the episode after he broke them because FINALLY something carried over! Or when Hook was leaning on someone for support in the background after the fight scene in Pan. How impressed I was to see Katniss still crying hysterically for Rue a few scenes after her death. How surprised I was to actually see a hint of the effect of Echo’s extremely traumatic experience when he panicked in the medbay. How my heart soared when he insisted on rescuing Gregor because omg he’s acting in a way that makes sense for his character! Clinging to every small scrap we get to see of clones showing real emotion when so often they seemingly never bat an eye at their losses and never mention their fallen brothers again.

I love these shows I swear, but it just gets so frustrating! Like I’ll literally be so nervous no one will be affected realistically, or react like a human, or behave in-character and then I get so excited on the rare occasions they do. And then I realize wow the bar is so low, shouldn't that just be, you know, writing 101?

Like I remember some episode of some show (the Seeker? Or something idk) where a character was captured and tortured and not ten minutes after being rescued his friend was like “hmm you sure are quiet today” like YEAH I SURE HOPE HE IS?!

[crookedghosts]

method acting [a little bit of truth (goes a pretty long way)]

Ch 3/ 5 || 16k words total || Jason Grace/Leo Valdez || Modern AU - Wedding + Fake Dating || AO3

The Bachelor Party Chapter! I'll take that with a side of Valgrace pining and Filipino!Percy karaoke, please.

...

“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re both too worried about it meaning something. What if you just let it?”

...

“Oh god, if I tried to sing, it’d probably cause an avalanche,” Jason stated, and Percy grinned over at him.

“You're really gonna let me duet your boy alone, Grace?” Percy teased, but Jason remained unmoved at the edge of the stage, Leo smirking at him.

“This goes out to you, baby,” Leo sing-songed, and the opening electric piano notes rang out over the speakers, punctuated by a drum beat and a familiar swinging of Leo's hips.

…

“Also, seriously, what kind of shitty fake boyfriend would I be if I only cared about your birthday when other people are watching? It’s your day.”

...

Summer sun, something's begun

But uh, oh those summer nights

[naenaex0xx]

maybe I'm comfortable with tumblr because I get to say things I don't usually tell anyone

[receding-tides]

There's technically a fic that goes before the splatoon 3 one (which is almost done! hoping to start posting it on the s3 anniversary tho) and I don't really have motivation to write it but I Did write the prologue + first 4 chapters a few years back (which are all specifically the ones that take place in Inkopolis). There's also a few scenes in the spl3 fic where stuff from it is referenced and it also sort of explains why one character is Not Present.

So the question is do I post the existing chapters as a sorta segway / prologue to the splatoon 3 fic because of this (and leave it unfinished so I can post the rest if I write it someday)

[padfootastic]

Tell us more about sugar daddy James pls 😏

sadie <3

so—this one comes wholesale from a random post i made a while back about sugar daddy james with a huge age gap b/w him and sirius. i’m talking, businessman james who comes into contact with sirius who’s just run away from home and is on the verge of homelessness. it’s about james being nice and kindhearted, offering sirius a meal which somehow turns into a place to stay which somehow turns into the spending a lot of time bonding with each other.

it’s about a little shit sirius who’s deliberately trying to seduce this saint of a man who refuses to look at him twice (spoiler: it’s not because james doesn’t want, it’s because he thinks it’s unethical. sirius is here to put all those worries to rest). just. a lot of back and forth, pushing and pulling, and getting together moments.

at least, that’s how i’d want it done lol

[lord-squiggletits]

I need to reread the comics again to have specific arguments/evidence for this, but like

I feel a bit like I could've been sympathetic to the way other Cybertronian colonies view Cybertron, if it weren't for the fact that at least several of them (as in, ones that get notable dialogue/screen time) are so low-key self-righteous?

Like, idk... there's a lot of criticism of Cybertronians because they're so "warlike" and how their obsession with violence and vengeance is just dragging the whole galaxy down with them, but uh. The Autobot-Decepticon war was basically a product of societal ills bubbling over for like 6 million years beforehand and then finally boiling over into a 4 million year war that lasted as long as it did because the people involved had immense social/psychological trauma from being "raised" in an oppressive society.

So when the colonists come in being all 'omg you people are so violent and uncivilized why don't you just like, stop fighting' it kind of pissed me off a little bit as a reader/person like. Idk the colonists really came into this society of people full of massive amounts of trauma where even before the war society was super oppressive and no one has any experience of living "normal" lives unaffected by violence and bigotry. And the colonists were like "ummm wow why don't you guys just??? stop fighting???." Like idk it wasn't EVERY SINGLE MOMENT, in fact I think that when it was played for laughs it's quite a funny "fridge horror" type element. It was just annoying because like.... IDK???? It's just really annoying to watch a bunch of people who lived relatively sheltered lives on their own planets come to a different planet full of traumatized people and be like "omg why are you people so fucked up" IDK BRO MAYBE BECAUSE THEIR SOCIETY WAS OPPRESSIVE AND THEY LIVED THROUGH A LIFELONG WAR???

It also doesn't help that the colonies were literally founded based on imperialism and conquest so like, it's fucking rich to hear colonists scolding Cybertronians for their violence ruining the whole galaxy while literally sitting on planets that their Primes colonized from others. The hypocrisy of this is briefly mentioned in Unicron (literally the FINAL STORY OF THE SERIES) but like, that's basically the only time Cybertronian characters are given a reprieve of sympathy from other characters in universe and it's so tiresome.

I've talked to other people who didn't like the colonists and thought they basically (narratively speaking) existed just to shit on the existing characters, and it's actually really easy for me to sympathize with/outright agree with that assessment of the story considering how much of exRID/OP seems to be preoccupied with "Cybertron/the Primes/Optimus sucks" with very few reprieves for anything positive happening and even fewer chances for characters to get to explain themselves and experience a little bit of justice? Like, as the audience, it's just very frustrating to see the characters you spent hundreds of issues keeping up with get shit on by a bunch of "literally-who"s and then not really get a chance to ever defend themselves, either by literally defending themselves in conversation or having some sort of narrative thing happening that vindicates them at least symbolically