#edit: fixed! *IS RABID*

[fighting-naturalist]

“We’re going for a little ride tomorrow! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Michael Shanks as Victor in Burn Notice 2.06 “Bad Blood”

[the-brainrot-central]

Do you ever read your own writing and just shrivel up and ✨ die ✨ on the inside because of all the ✨ pure cringe ✨ that you managed to shit out

[ccaptain]

@predvestnik​ asked:  ‘I actually thought you’d be happier if I stayed gone.’

  kaeya alberich's rage is never violent.

  as much as it's a blaze, there's no fire. there are no corpses left in his trail, there's no site of the accident that he releases his anger upon. no- there's almost never violence. it's not the end game.

  kaeya's rage is akin to his vision. cold and cutting like the most bitter of winter, a layer of thick frost coating his demeanor. he demands that the victim of his anger begs for forgiveness- and, usually, he succeeds in obtaining it. those who have slighted him come crawling, head low and terrified to have angered him.

   it was sudden; there were no more letters. no more presents. no more, nothing to hang onto. no longer a ginger mop showed up at his door, in his kitchen, smile bright as the sun.

  kaeya felt the grief in every bone of his body. the pain punctured the very marrow, left him aching and jaw-slacked at the loss. he went numb, ice clinging to every fiber of his body to try and ground him.

  there was no anger this time, just numbness. how could he be angry with a corpse? shades of purple blossom under his eyes, and he finds himself moved by an unwillingness to have life keep testing him over and over. stubbornly, he lets himself decay in loneliness, drowns himself in alcohol to keep the distress at bay. in public, he's perhaps a little less talkative- nothing to worry about.

  nobody is privy to his inner turmoil. only the floor stiffening his shoulders, and the alcohol poisoning he steadily inflicts on himself each passing day.

  he's dead. he must be dead. there's no way that he'd abandon kaeya like this, there's no way.

  he imagines ajax's corpse, mutilated beyond recognition, in a frozen tundra: the snow around him colored crimson with his blood, proof of how hard he fought to return to kaeya. and when he died, he would have died with the regret of not being able to say goodbye to him.

  he must be sure of it.

  at night, when there's a knock at the door, a mug that scents heavily of alcohol quickly follows by crashing on the floor, the arms of the unkept captain are thrown around a too familiar figure, dragging the gray-dressed harbinger inside.

  ' i thought you died━ ajax, i thought━  gods... '

  kaeya clings to him with desperation. when the ice breaks, so do the floodgates, harsh sobs spilling past hard clenched teeth and a jaw clicked shut so tight, he wouldn't be surprised if a few molars cracked.

  the reply comes automatically, before words sink in. ' don't you ever, ' he grinds out, voice loaded with a thick sort of anger. cryo mist starts to form little crystals in the other man's shoulder for good measure, ' assume... things... about me. again. '

  a pause. a sniffle. whatever needed to sink in does, and the ice shatters under the weight of it.

  ' ━you... what? '

  ( when there's already so much on someone's plate, the brain actively kicks in a protective mechanism; it won't register until a few seconds have passed that ajax meant to leave him. that he tested kaeya, just as kaeya never tested him, blindly trusting into him until the very end. )

  once the realization kicks in, he wants the pain to rip him apart, disfigure him- that he was right to mistrust. it undoes him as fast as a whirlwind, letting the negative in his brain take over the wheel. digits digging into the other man's back and a sharp intake of breath are the only warnings before kaeya plunges into the water at an alarming speed. 

   there’s the dull sensation of having been struck with a blade. he would have preferred it.

  the cruel harbinger everyone has warned kaeya about will be happy to know that he has a very broken young man in his arms. he cares not if he stains the uniform with his tears, for he's long past caring. the past few months have been a dull blur- even now, the young man no longer knows if the territory he previously felt pacified in can still be thread. if he left once, what prohibites him from leaving again? he broke a promise. what stops him from doing it again?

     safe, true or false? there's no longer floor to scrabble for purchase, the walls of paranoia closing around him. there's no one to pry those open, and kaeya has grown tired of saving himself from being crushed.

   ajax could have undergone some turmoils- but nothing justifies leaving, when there was a promise to never do so.

   kaeya longs to be vulnerable. there have been many days where the only vulnerability that he showed was to the four walls of his apartment, and nobody else. kaeya longs to let his emotions go, to let the mask drop again just as ajax shows up- but he doesn't know what came back from harbinger duty. this must be tartaglia, the eleventh harbinger.

  ajax would never hurt him so. as a logical conclusion, this must be another person. another person entirely.

  kaeya longs to be vulnerable. but he just can't- this is still a battle, and the winner has yet to be decided. he must be frost and stone both to prevent being hurt again.

  so, when he speaks, there's ice that wants to break on the surface.

  ' don't leave again. '

  and it's not a plea; there's nothing soft in it, nothing tender. his voice carries the frost and the want for obedience the tsaritsa must have when things go awry, when she's disappointed, when there was no longer room for soft love. it carries the tiredness of a failure that kaeya didn't needed, and it carries the exhaustion of waiting, the grief of imagining. how tartaglia will respect this is out of his hands, but it’s an order he can’t disobey to.

   it’s him, or his duty. in his hurt, kaeya is merciless: there’s no other option. 

  ( he wants so badly to surrender- to just let it go, to be held with no thoughts. how do you punish someone who already punishes himself, who knows that they deserve it?

  tartaglia is determined not to let him have another victory.

  kaeya would have liked to let him win, if he only found a way for it to be painless. )

[bloodtwin]

Astarion’s first question makes him laugh, a wide grin on his face now as the other man seems to eye him like a wolf mistaking its own kin for sheep. Puck almost has the urge to twirl for him, make sure he sees every angle, but keeps himself rooted to the spot. He thinks if he moves he might go for the throat. This is bad.

❝  Well, you are a bit more eager than some of the others when it comes to bloodshed. ❞ Oh, as if you’re not. Really, Puck is almost an entirely different person in combat. Though his shy demeanor does little to support his claims of being a barbarian, his thirst for blood on the battlefield is enough to confirm it. 

He does not rage, not exactly. He goes into a frenzy, yes, but there is no anger behind it. Puck rarely feels such an emotion. All he feels in combat is excitement. He attempts to restrain himself ⸻ in fact, he does restrain himself, and he does it well ⸻ but he doesn’t think anyone would believe him if he said such a thing aloud. Even as he holds himself back, Puck finds his own strength & ability terrifying. The way he seems to read the whole of the field in a mere blink, strategy pre-built without a thought. Like a machine. He hates it as much as he loves it, though he’ll never admit to the latter being true. 

Just as he intentionally steps heavier than he normally would in order not to scare, Puck dumbs himself down on purpose, in & out of combat. If Astarion knew what he could really do, he would not stand so close to him. None of them would.

Wasteful. Interesting. What kind of hungry creature prefers keeping their food alive ？Puck isn’t sure. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t think of the name. Such a concept is so foreign to him. The best part of a hunt is when the victim stops breathing, after all. Immediately, he winces at the thought, but being called pretty distracts him. Both their eyes flick to the other’s mouth, lingering a moment too long. Puck wonders what kind of lovely sounds will leave Astarion’s lips when he catches him by surprise, knife buried deep in his stomach.

Those thoughts never take a holiday, do they ？❝ Hm . . . I suppose it’s all right for me to admit I’ve always found you rather pretty too, then. If you think the same of me. ❞ More an attempt to drown out the voice in his head than to really compliment the other ⸻ though he does mean what he says, if the way his cheeks flush is any indication of that. 

Grin faltering at the last question, he bites the inside of his cheek. His eyebrows furrow. Again, his whole demeanor shifts, flirtation morphing back into nervous fidgeting. Making himself smaller. Stepping back ever-so-slightly.

❝ I don’t want to hurt you, Astarion. I like you, ❞ an earnestly spoken fact. Puck does not like to lie. It’s true that he doesn’t want to hurt the other man, that he likes him, but he doesn’t know whether or not he will try to hurt him anyway. He hopes he doesn’t. He thinks he’ll succeed if he does. 

Unsure of whether or not he should, Puck continues to talk, needing to say something to someone before he does something he’ll regret. ❝ I don’t know what it is, but there’s something wrong with me. I’m hungry all the time, and I think scary things . . . ❞ Scratches behind his ear as it twitches again. ❝ I thought- Well, I thought maybe, since you can also smell fear, that you might understand. ❞

The smile on his pale features falters for the briefest of moments, his silver tongue momentarily caught by the jarring dissonance between Puck’s soft smile and the dark, almost casual question hanging in the air. Are you going to try to kill me, Astarion? The words slither through his mind, unsettling not because of their content——he’s heard such accusations, even invitations, before——but because of the way Puck delivers them. It’s playful, but laced with an undercurrent of something far more dangerous, something primal. The smile, so innocent on the surface, sends a chill creeping down Astarion’s spine, like fingers of cold trailing against his skin. There’s a beast lurking beneath the man’s skin, of that much Astarion is now certain.

But Astarion does not retreat. No, he stays where he is, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off Puck’s towering form, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, to flee, but his curiosity outweighing his fear. Astarion tilts his head, the movement slow and deliberate, as if studying Puck anew, and his smile returns——this time a bit more forced, but practiced enough that it seems effortless.

❛ You wound me, darling, ❜ he says, his voice light and teasing, though there’s a darkness lurking at the edges of his words now. ❛ Do I truly seem so murderous? ❜ He allows the question to linger for a moment, his gaze flicking over Puck’s features with a kind of predatory interest, though he’s careful to keep his tone playful. ❛ No, I’ve no interest in killing you. That would be… wasteful. ❜ His eyes gleam in the faint light, a flash of something sharper, more dangerous. He leans in just slightly, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret, though there’s nothing conspiratorial about his next words. ❛ And besides, ❜ he purrs, ❛ I do find you pretty. More than pretty, really. ❜ It isn’t a lie. Puck is, in his own unsettling way, captivating.

Astarion lets his gaze linger on Puck’s lips, his mind dancing between the lines of flirtation and something far darker. Hunters playing pretend, indeed. He knows this game too well——he’s played it for centuries, after all——but there’s a wildness in Puck that sets him on edge. Something feral that Astarion can’t quite place, and it stirs a mix of both fear and fascination deep within him. What is Puck, really? Is he truly unaware of the danger he poses, or has this all been some elaborate act? The thought gnaws at Astarion, but he pushes it aside for now, unwilling to risk upsetting the delicate balance between them.

❛ Though, ❜ he adds, his tone a touch more serious now, ❛ I’m beginning to wonder if it’s me who should be asking the same question. ❜ He quirks a brow, letting the faintest edge of danger slip into his otherwise coy smile.

[sandinthemachine]

GOD the thought of one of them being forced to watch the other rail you, and they're restrained with a huge hard on whimpering wishing that it was him touching you instead, you all take care of eachother afterwards ofc <3

Y'all got me foaming at the mouth writing like I'm rabid and I love it

Warnings/tags: afab reader w/ they/them pronouns, loosely edited late-night filth, piv sex, oral sex m!receiving, briefly brainrotting fluff at the end and then someone (guess who) just has to get in the last word. it's all in the ask folks

This has a part 2 now!

Words: 2104

Drink up my thirsty friends

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It wasn’t even König’s fault. He wasn’t the one who gave you such soft hands, such a sweet voice, such a pretty mouth. How could anyone blame him for falling apart at the touch of those hands, the sound of that voice, the feel of your mouth?

“You have such a pretty cock, König,” you croon as you kneel naked in front of him, stroking the length of it. You kiss the tip. “Anyone ever tell you that? How gorgeous your cock is?”

He opens his mouth, only to whimper as you lick along his slit, smiling at him so sweetly. “No one? You poor thing.” You run your tongue along a vein, smiling at his breathy sigh. “I love this cock. Love how good it feels inside me. How much it stretches me.”

“Then let me fuck you,” he pants rocking his hips forward, only for you to pull back, lips curled deviously.

“Not yet,” you soothe, kissing his thigh. “Want to taste you.” You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around slowly with a hum that has him shaking already.

“Please,” he begs. “Let me…I’ll make you feel so good…” he pants as you take him in deeper. “I’ll…I’ll fuck you so good…you’ll…you’ll forget everything else.” You moan around him, letting him rock his hips even further into your mouth.

“Will you?”

König freezes as you pull back to whip around, eyes fixing on Simon standing in the doorway like a wraith, shoulders nearly knocking against the side of it. Even in civvie clothes with the balaclava off he looks for all the world like a vengeful spectre. Unstoppable. Unappeasable. Your only hope to pray for his mercy.

“You would forget me, love?” He growls, prowling forward like a bear. “Forget how good my cock makes you feel?”

“Never, Simon, I-”

“You’re right.” He stops, looming over you. “Never.”

You lean forward to palm him through his pants but he catches both of your wrists. “No,” he snarls, turning to place your hands just above König’s knees. “You don’t get to touch. And you,” his gaze shifts to König. “Stay still. Hold their hands there. And watch.”

You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows before nodding, spreading his hands across his thighs to clamp your own into his skin. His hips wiggle a bit, his hard member bobbing in front of your face, but at Simon’s glare he stills.

You feel the pressure of the thunderstorm that is Simon Riley building behind your back as he sinks to his knees. His breath brushes over the top of your head and you shiver, feeling the air around you move as he leans around you. “You alright?” he whispers. You nod, feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temples before looking up at König.

König’s eyes are glassy already, but he too nods, and out of the corner of your eye you see Simon lean around you, pressing against your back as he places a kiss on König’s knee.

And then the softness of Simon Riley retreats, replaced with the hard persona of a commanding officer divvying out punishment to his misbehaving soldiers. One hand grabs your shoulder, holding you just far enough back that your mouth can’t reach König’s cock lest you get any ideas. The other is on your hip, shifting your body back onto his lap, groaning as your legs spread open around his own.

Above you König is already whining and trying not to squirm. Part of him wants to beg Simon to let him fuck your mouth, or even just to let him use one of his own hands. But another part of him, one that settles deep and dark into his gut, is writhing in excitement, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue so he can see just how far this goes.

It wasn’t König’s fault. He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that. Hell, even Simon knew. But Simon would be damned if he didn’t have some fun teasing him about it anyway. You weren’t the only one who loved hearing König beg. Just as König wasn’t the only one who loved watching you fall apart around him. And if Simon could have both at the same time? Well, he would count himself the luckiest man alive.

Simon’s already sending silent praises to whatever crazy streak of luck landed him here, with you on his lap as he fumbles at his belt and trousers until he finally frees himself, hearing your beautiful gasp as he rubs his tip down your soaking slit. “Fuck, pet, look at yourself. Think you could take me just like this?”

You mewl, rocking your hips down onto him and eliciting another gravelly swear before his hands tighten around you and pull you down, slow but relentless, forcing you open around him. You throw your head back, gasping for air as you feel König’s hands tighten around yours, gripping his own thighs as strangled sounds come from his throat.

“You like that, big guy?” Simon taunts, and König’s teeth dig deeper into his tongue as he takes in the man’s smirk while he bottoms out. “You like watching them take everything I can give?”

Simon rolls his hips up into you, pulling another sound from your tightening lungs. König screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, digging marks into his flesh and driving the blood from your own hands, desperate to bring himself under control.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” Simon commands, and immediately König obeys, cock jumping traitorously as he whips his eyes down. Simon stares at his achingly red member before his eyes drift upwards, coals burning right through König’s own watery vision. He snorts, a sound of laughter. “Good boy.”

König whimpers, but the sound is drowned out as Simon digs his hand in, pulling you up only to slam you back down with a depraved squelch. Immediately he moves into a brutal pace that has your arms shaking and your lips quivering.

You barely notice König’s own thighs shaking as he squirms on the couch above you, whimpering and sobbing as he is forced to watch you fall apart, everything in him jerking with every grunt and huff coming from Simon as he takes his pleasure. König tries to imagine it, to feel your tight wet walls around him, but it only makes more blood rush down, pushing the pain-pleasure nearly to his limit. Tracks of tears run down his cheeks now and all he wants is to leap forward, to pull your mouth onto him, to pull Simon’s hands onto him, anything. But he is a soldier. He has his orders. And he’ll follow them, even as he falls apart.

Everything in you is tight, impossibly tight, and you feel like no air is coming through even as you desperately try to pull anything into your aching and shriveled lungs. The room is dancing around you, swirling in sparks of stars where the only tangible is Simon, the hands maneuvering your trembling body, the harsh sounds echoing through your ear, the relentless pressure of his cock sending burning vibrations up your spine.

You feel your release crushing you inwards and try to warn Simon but there’s no air left and you’re already snapping, jerking against him as you choke on your words, mewling pitifully as his grip only tightens more and he continues to chase his own release. Luckily for your poor pussy it does not take long for him to twitch and spasm inside of you, painting your walls as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder with a growl before finally, finally slowing down and letting you ragdoll into him, face pressing into your neck. He stays there for a moment, hand moving to massage your chest as your breathing returns to normal. Then he’s shifting to pull out and get his feet back under him.

He scoops you up with ease, kissing your forehead as you squirm a bit, placing you down on the couch next to König, who sits rubbing his hands up and down his bruised thighs, still shaking. Simon’s hands cup your cheeks, pulling you back into him as he places a delicate kiss on your lips. “Just a moment, love. Just a moment and I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, offering a small smile as you let yourself sink into the cushions, watching Simon pull back and walk to stand in front of König, running a hand along one of his thighs before kneeling in front of him. “You alright?”

König nods, but his jaw trembles a bit.

“They were right, you know,” Simon murmurs. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”

A confused sound leaves König’s throat, cut off by a surprised gasp as Simon takes him in hand, smoothing the precum down his shaft with firm strokes. “That’s it,” Simon groans at König’s pained whimpers, leaning forward to suck on the tip, drawing a sob from him. “Go on, big guy. Take what you need.”

Simon lets his jaw slacken, and König’s hands are instantly leaving his battered thighs to tangle as best they can into his hair, wrapping around his head to pull Simon down onto his painful cock. Simon’s mouth is much bigger than yours, but even so you hear him grunting and puffing with the effort, struggling to take as much of König as he can, the tall man thrusting forward down his throat and letting his own head fall back.

Poor König only lasts a few strokes before he’s breaking, shooting down Simon’s throat. Simon chokes a bit but still manages to swallow most of it, pulling back to clean up the rest in lazy licks until König’s hips jerk away with a whine.

Simon stands, lazily cracking his neck as he leans forward to cradle König’s jaw. “Better?”

König grins, letting his head flop into Simon’s palm. You smile at the soft chuckle that leaves Simon’s throat before he’s leaning forward, gently working his hands around König before lifting him off the couch with a huff. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Simon brings König to the bathroom before coming back for you, carrying you in to place you in the tub between König’s spread legs. You smile as the warm water curls around you, reclining into König’s chest and thanking your past self for investing in such a giant bathtub. König curls around you lazily, placing a kiss on your shoulder before letting his chin rest there. You giggle at his droopy eyes, running your hands over his forearms.

Then Simon is kneeling next to you, gently scrubbing you both, massaging the soreness out of your hips and thighs before rubbing gently over the marks König made on his legs. He takes each of König’s reddened hands and gently works his fingers into the joints all the way up the wrists, smiling as he watches König’s pretty eyes close completely before leaning down to place a kiss between his eyebrows. You whine dramatically, but Simon humors you, kissing your nose and trying not to let his gulp be heard at the satisfied smile you give him.

“Stop stealing my attention,” König mumbles, mouth pressed into your neck as his arms wrap around your body, causing you and Simon to both laugh.

“Here,” you murmur, lifting his chin up to kiss his cheek as Simon kisses the other. “Better?”

His cheeks flush a pretty pink and he nods before burying his face in you once again.

Simon finishes washing you both and pushes himself back to his feet, knees cracking. “I’ll go get you some tea.”

König’s head shoots up from your neck. “Wait!” You both cry in unison.

Simon pauses, regarding you with a bemused look. “You could just stay here a bit,” you murmur, blinking up at him through your eyelashes before scooting forward. König nods, scooting forward along with you.

Simon shakes his head, but you’ve both already seen the smile rounding his cheeks. With a sigh he strips his clothing off and slips in behind König, thick arms wrapping around you both and pulling you in.

The three of you all sigh in unison as you settle against each other.

“I love you both,” you murmur, eyes closing.

They smile, echoing your statement back at you, but you’ve already drifted off. They lean forward to kiss your head before twisting and sharing a long, lingering kiss with each other. 

As they pull away König’s eyes flash mischievously. “Next time we will see who is doing the teasing.”

[bougiebutchbinch]

EDITED TO ADD: yes, I 'know what abuse looks like'. Yes, I have personal experience. I can't believe I have to shake my Trauma Credentials in front of Certain Rabid Ed Stans so they won't make weird unbiased claims about my personal life and experience.

Take a good, long, hard look at yourself. Is that really the person you want to be? Is that really supportive of other survivors, to make them dredge up their own trauma to defend a freaking fandom opinion?

ANYWAY.

I think the whole 'Ed isn't REALLY an abuser tho, because [extremely convoluted reason that victim blames and glosses over abuse]' thing from certain Ed fans is melting my mind a little. I say, as an Ed fan.

You can like a character who has done shitty things! You can like a character who does not take any actions to try and become a less shitty person! I certainly do! I love Ed! He's the reason I started watching the show, and he was my fave character all the way through Season 1 and for some of Season 2! He's great fun to write and I am so eternally fascinated by him. That love is why I'm so annoyed about what they did with his character.

But y'know what? Even if you hate exploring the mere possibility that Ed is, canonically, an abuser, it's possible to create a wholly different fanon if you wanna!! No one is forcing you to accept canon within your fanworks! That's what fanworks are for, and why I'm writing Season 2 fix-its, lmao.

But maybe don't deny what is very clear text within canon itself, just because you stan a character? Just... take a step back???

Like...... I ship Cross Guild. Clean Cut Clown Abuse in canon (if you know anything about One Piece). I choose to ship it as a consensual and fun silly BDSM relationship, rather than the Very Fucked Up Work Situationship it is in canon, because I think Buggy deserves 3 Big Hott Boyfriends (Yes, They All Smoke Weed).

But I'm not.... gonna deny...... that in canon he's in an extremely shitty abusive situation that's played for Comedy Purposes...... just because I love Crocodile and Mihawk.....? I'm not gonna say that people who really, really don't like the ship because of the abusive overtones are 'making stuff up' or 'just don't understand literary devices', or (heaven forbid) that 'it's okay actually because Buggy is a villain and therefore he deserves it'?

Hell, I love the Joker as a character (in certain franchises). But I'm not gonna pretend he isn't an extremely abusive, fucked-up and dangerous guy?

Obviously these are very different characters in very different tonal settings, but just -

You guys realise you can like characters who would be inexcusable IRL, right?? You guys realise that it doesn't make you a bad person, so long as you don't start claiming their victims 'deserved' it, or that these actions would be acceptable in real life?? When a show clearly shows Your Favourite Blorbo abusing people and acknowledges that the survivors are badly mentally affected by this trauma, then does not show your blorbo putting any meaningful work into changing... You can accept that this will make other people dislike his character, while still personally caring for him, yeah??? We've all accepted those basic principles as a fandom, right???????

.....Right?

[catcas22]

Hi! Happy to know that you (particularly you! 😊) will keep working on your fics as if that DLC twist didn't happen (saw your reblog). the Unalloyed, still one of my favs. And now I think I'll finally start Prince of Death too, as a form of therapy ❤️ Thought to do this earlier, really, it's just that it's big, and I'm a bad slow reader, can't find time... But I'm always watching your updates, they get me interested. Always happy to see you on my dash

Actually wanted to reach out to you yesterday. I think we, those who like Miquella and have our own headcanons, fix AUs, should stick together 😊 For now, I myself don't know what to do with all this new lore... There are some new cool additions to the world, but... you know, yeah.

Hi! I hope you enjoy Prince of Death when you get around to it (I know it's a doorstopper lol).

Yeah, I'm happy to stick with my headcanon version of Miquella. The DLC certainly has some interesting editions (particularly regarding Marika's history) but I hate what they did with Miquella and Radahn.

Disclaimer: I haven't played the DLC yet, I'm going off of Fextralife and my mutuals. So if I get something wrong, sorry in advance.

The sad thing is that I think the DLC concept of Miquella could have worked. In fact, it could have been amazing. The idea of Miquella trying to ascend to godhood by sacrificing pieces of himself rather than sacrificing others, only to lose so much of himself that he forgets the compassion that originally motivated him, could have been beautifully tragic and fitting for his character.

Don't get me wrong, that's not how I hoped Miquella's story would end. But this is Fromsoft we're talking about. I don't want Lady Maria to make every possible wrong decision until the guilt consumes her, then die (twice) in service to a lie. I don't want Artorias to die alone and consumed by madness, only able to be put down like a rabid dog. I don't want Lothric to be executed and dragged to the Kiln despite his brother's best efforts to save him. I don't want Vyke to fall to Frenzy because he refused to sacrifice his companion. But all of these ends feel narratively satisfying. The tragedy feels earned, beautiful in a way rather than pointless.

The broad concept of Miquella's arc could have been a classic Fromsoft tragedy. But instead it ends up feeling... deeply stupid, once you look into the details. From what I understand, the entire thing could have been resolved by Malenia and Radahn engaging in single combat at an agreed-upon spot. If Radahn was the one insisting on a match, why did Malenia march her armies across an entire continent of hostile territory? Why involve two armies-worth of collateral damage? If Radahn needed to die to reach the Land of Shadows, why the everliving fuck did Malenia hit him with the one thing that would ensure he lived on for centuries in undying agony? Why did Miquella leave Malenia and the Haligtree to literally rot (before he cast aside his love, mind you) when presumably the whole point of his ascension was to save them? If Miquella was the one manipulating Mohg, why didn't he manipulate Mohg into doing the blood-ministration thing at his cocoon at the Haligtree instead of staging a fake kidnapping?

So in short, yes, I will be sticking with my interpretation Miquella 😊

Glad to have you and plenty of other friends on board!

[progmetol]

Alright fellow rabid Cecil fan girls. Y’all are fucking EATING tonight. I went and compiled EVERY. FUCKING. INSTANCE. OF THIS MAN OCCURRING IN EVERY SINGLE COMIC. EVEN THE SPIN OFFS. And put it on FIVE PAGES for your viewing pleasure. For art reference.

I thought this would take an hour or two. Oh my god was I wrong. But when I sit down to do something I commit to it. This took me EIGHT FUCKING HOURS. Here’s EIGHT HOURS OF CECIL. SORTED BY THE SKETCH ARTIST (credit to them for this wonderful art). WITH ALL SPOILERS REMOVED. oh my god.

There should be no spoilers, I removed any dialogue that would contain it and removed a handful of instances where a dead character was shown in the same shot. So y’all should be good to go (If something looks like a spoiler, it probably just seems because it’s out of context- it actually isn’t).

I can breathe now.

EDIT: I GOOFED AND POSTED THE WRONG VERSION OF PAGE 2. IT HAS BEEN FIXED NOW. IT HAS A LOT MORE STUFF ON IT. AAAAAAAAA

[princesscolumbia]

Ranma 1/2 Thoughts, Meta Edition

I have consumed...a lot of Ranma 1/2 content.

I mean, this is kinda what happens when you're a repressed transgirl who discovers the manga a year into a marriage that you got into to "fix" being trans and be "a real boy" in a desperate bid to fill the hole that you wouldn't learn for two decades could only be filled by living as your true self.

I've encountered precisely four (4) types of Ranma 1/2 fans in that time:

Transwomen who see Ranma as their idealized expression of the gender experience ("I'm not like this because I want to be, it's a curse. A curse that gives me a smokin' hot body and HUGE tits! But it's tooootally a curse, for realsies! I'll find a cure any day now, see how hard I'm looking? I'm trying sooooo hard to find a cure...")

Transmen who see Ranma as their perfect representation of their gender experience ("I'm a guy, damnit! This body...it's a curse! I hate it and I want nothing better than to be cured, but all sorts of Life Bullshit keeps getting in the way!")

Lesbians who kin either Ranma (butch NB lesbian) or one of their love interests (Akane - comphet closetted butch lesbian, Shampoo - Strong, smokin' hot bad bitch who goes after what she wants, Ukyo - transmasc coded genderfluid NB)

Completely clueless nimrods who miss the FUCKING POINT and are only into the show for the martial arts and think it would be better if Ranma got cured and they stopped having funny stuff happen.

(In case it's not obvious, IMHO the last group are the worst parts of the fandom and need to Go Away. Most of the toxic stuff that exists in R.5 fanspaces is because of this group of assholes which includes the incels that think everything would be better if Ranma just did stuff that's questionable from an ethics and morality perspective and chased after Shampoo because she's the closest thing to a Barbie-doll these closet fascists can allow themselves to fantasize about playing with, completely ignoring that she's a complex character that's a subversive pastiche to the Japanese racist stereotypes of the 1980s.)

I'm not kidding when I say that in the early days of the public Internet (before Facebook and Twitter ruined it for everyone), Ranma 1/2 was the SINGLE largest fandom by a MASSIVE stretch. I once checked my math on this by going to Fanfiction.net (before the massive purges) and brought up the Big List of All Fandoms and right there at the top with a MASSIVE number of fics was Ranma 1/2 by a HUGE margin. It took three fandoms (Star Trek, Doctor Who, and I believe Naruto if I'm recalling correctly) to have their combined total number of fics exceed the number of R.5 fics on FF.net...and that was JUST FF.net. There was an entire separate index (The Penultimate Ranma 1/2 Fanfic Index) that had the single task of listing, not even curating or reading or reviewing, ONLY Ranma 1/2 fanfics. Not fanart, not commentary, no RP blogs or chat transcripts or whatever, JUST fanfics. And only about half of those linked to FF.net, meaning that if you dig up the archives you'll find at least 60% of all fanfics that people had managed to index in the Ranma 1/2 fandom are missing because they were never properly archived and just...faded from the Internet as the public servers and places like Geocities started disappearing. You can find teasing, tantalizing hints of larger works that all we have left, like scraps of ancient papyri revealing a quote from a missing book of the Bible, are single chapters backed up on niche sites that managed to get spider-crawled by Archive.org, but many great works are just...lost. (There's an ero fic called "Playing with Water" that was SUPER hot and featured elements that we have tags for on porn sites but didn't really have proper words for back in the day...but even back when it was first being written finding the thing was hard...and today? Nearly impossible.)

(If you wonder why I'm such an absolute RABID advocate of AO3, this is why)

For me, Ranma will always be the transfemme coded genderfluid hero that we needed in the late 80s and early 90s. We were on the tail end of the AIDS pandemic, and just like COVID-19 there were a bunch of assholes who used it to ride to power and marginalize queer folk. It was easier to do with AIDS, of course, given the absolutely massive numbers of queer cis men and transwomen who contracted it and died. (Sidebar: the reason "L" comes first in "LGBTQIA+" is because it was the Lesbian nurses who were the caretakers of the Gay men who were dying in numbers large enough to be counted as a tragic statistic instead of a mere tragedy) and while the world was starting to acknowledge (again) that gay men was a thing that existed and they weren't actually trying to corrupt the youth, what we now call "transgender" was still listed in the DSM as a mental disorder that required treatment to "cure." According to the cultural majority in damn near every field you can imagine, the Gender Binary was the only way to exist and if you didn't fit neatly into one or the other then you were Damaged™ and had to be Fixed™ for The Good of All People™ (but specifically so cis-het-white folks, usually men, could feel comfy and not be confronted by things that made them feel icky and might have cooties). It's a truism that's treated as a joke that transwomen get into coding and wind up doing IT work in such massive numbers that between us and the furries we ARE the foundation of the modern Internet. And into the fanspaces packed to the brim with closetted AMAB transwomen who hadn't yet had their egg cracked came this plucky martial artist that gets to swap their gender with a splash of water but somehow still winds up the best of the best, the finest martial artist of their generation. (Goku can suck it, Ranma would turn the Kamea-meha right back on the over-muscled, braindead loser with a food fetish and still make it home in time for Kasumi's dinner)

I'm no sociologist, anthropologist, behaviorist, whatever, but I suspect that the reason Ranma Saotome spawned such a large fanbase so early in the modern Internet's history was specifically because the series created a safe space where people could talk about gender issues with a degree of separation that helped strip away the stigma surrounding feeling like you were in the wrong body.

I get why people like the martial arts aspect. I mean, Ranma kills a demigod. This is NOT something to sneeze at. I also understand the transmen who latch onto Ranma as a kin because I get the feeling like you have no control over what your body's doing and you're going through your days in existential dread of what might be dragging you further and further away from what you always knew was right and correct about yourself. It's a terrifying thing and here's someone who (esp. the anime version) IS a guy trapped in a girl's body.

For me, though, and for a LOT of transwomen out there, Ranma is transfemme. And, yes, canonically Ranma states right near the end of the manga that they're both and they kinda forgot about the 'cure' when they had to pick between that and the really important stuff and that they're okay with being fluid ('cause water, gettit?!) about their gender and it's a damn shame this was the 80s 'cause a continuation might wind up showing Ranma embracing being both...

BUT, and this is a transfemme thing, I know, if you continue the parabolic arc of Ranma's character development, the logical conclusion (for us) is that she eventually decides that she's a woman and just lives in her "cursed" form the majority (or all) of the time.

And yes, this is because that's the transfemme story arc. In the manga in some distant part of the multiverse that peers into our universe and for some reason decides to make me the MC (god, that must be a FUCKING BORING manga by our standards, I weep for those fans), my story arc is the gradual progression of uncracked, closetted transgirl to transitioned out and proud transbien mom. At one point I swapped back and forth between gender presentations because it was safer for me to appear in some spaces as the male that they thought I was. Now I would prefer to die before being forced to go back to pretending to be a man again.

Ranma has the choice, and good for them. Until the Kaisufuu is permanently destroyed, even if the "curse" is locked, they have the option of going one way or the other based solely on their own, personal desire. I can't say I'd be comfortable with that option being available. In that theoretical manga where there's a reboot that gives me a condition like Ranma's, I'd probably wind up destroying the equivalent to the Kaisufuu just because of the threat to my mental wellbeing it presents.

So it's not a stretch to imagine Ranma making the same choice. She's a woman now, she has the life she never realized she wanted because she never had the choice so didn't know she was allowed to imagine it, but now she's happier than ever and why would she ever go back to that struggle of being a guy that only ever brought her pain and challenges and heartache?

[dg-outlaw]

While we don’t know how Gotham War will end yet, I doubt it’ll be sunshine and rainbows.

Nonetheless, given the events so far, I made a little edit for my fellow #JaySteph fans.

My headcanon still has Jason breaking through/beating Bruce’s “failsafe” he forced onto Jason, but part of me wonders if aftermath will usher in a new “villain” era for Jason too. Either way, I figured I’d lean into that a bit because why not?

Stephanie Brown. My ride or die.

Bruce Wayne. My adoptive father. He said I had a rabid sickness, so he tried to fix me by messing with my brain.

It didn't work.

Nonetheless, she wasn't happy about what he had done to me. She said she wanted to have a chat with him. So I drugged and kidnapped him for her.

*Steph, in street clothes, is seen punching and kicking Bruce*

Bruce: Jason! Jason! I'm sorry. Make her stop! JASON!

*Jason, in his classic Red Hood outfit, is lounging in a chair with a book in one hand and a gun in the other*

Jason: Sorry, I can't. I'm keeping calm and reading. She's the one who wanted to show you what rabid looks like.

The End.

[leadandblood]

Hi~ Here's some useful info for this blog:

This blog is solely dedicated to The Terror/occasionally the actors.

I'm sorry in advance for talking about incest so much.

Main: @morgan-the-lonely-brick (i follow from there)

AO3: Morgan_the_Lonely_Brick

For my horny Crozier posts, visit @severeomf

Talk shit about Tuunbaq and I will bite you.

My humble archive of production stills, BTS and cast photos: #tom's terror compilation. That, or go to this link to a Google Drive.

I'm basically always taking art and fic suggestions but there's no guarantee when I will get to yours.

Some tags I use:

#mine - things i have made (art/writing/edits)

#fanfic ---- #art ---- #anon ask---- #ask - self explanatory

#bts - behind the scenes photos! I very often forget to tag this... same with:

#stills - production stills! They're mostly from Aidan Monaghan, an on-set photographer.

#fingers in neds mouth day - self explanatory. Writing, fanart as well as just Thoughts.

#jopzier posting - my posts about Jopzier, usually just yelling about screencaps. They tend to come in waves of like 10 posts, so here's a tag to block if you don't want to see all that. I don't put these in the main terror tag.

#coldboytober - a new and developing tag for my October Terror sketches. I take free requests, but check the tag for details

Each character has their own name tag #thomas jopson, etc.

My Terror AUs:

#Feral Jopson - in which Jopson bites. Literally and figuratively.

#insect AU - half insects. The definition of "insect" is very loose, though

#catboy AU - half the men aboard inexplicably wake up as cat boys one day

#Crozcest - An AU in which Jopson, Little and Crozier are related. 95% smut, the rest is unresolved trauma. Enter at your own risk. The fics are on the bottom of this post. #Thinking abt them... 🚬 As a tag for other people's posts that remind me of them.

My fanfics:

Mostly Crozier/Jopson. Be aware they get increasingly unhinged as the list goes on. Clicking the title will take you to the fic on AO3. READ THE TAGS. This is DEAD DOVE territory. There's innocent fluff, too, though.

From oldest to newest:

To be loved...

Rescue AU. Crozier/Jopson/Fitzjames, fluff, 1,458 w.

Summary: Post rescue, James is recovering from scurvy and the other two help him relax and fall asleep.

Flutter

Insect AU. Crozier/Fitzjames, fluff, 2,393 w.

Summary: Post walk-out. Crozier can't sleep, but neither can Fitzjames. They fix it by cuddling.

A Rabid Dog

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, violent, 894 w.

Summary: Jopson tears Hickey to death with his teeth. Crozier seems to like it. Praise and cannibalism kink??

Jopson is a good boy (who bites)

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, threats of violence, 645 w.

Summary: Jopson is posessive over Crozier and wants to ensure people don't even think of messing with his captain.

The Beast is Tamed (For Now)

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, 822 w.

Summary: Jopson gets some praise and a chocolate, then licks Crozier's hand clean. Bonus background Fitzier.

Eternity

Jopson lives. Crozier/Jopson (?), near death, 748 w.

Summary: Jopson is dying, but right before it happens, Crozier comes to rescue him. Mostly Jopson's thoughts.

Broken, Beaten and Built Up Again

Near canon, Crozier/Jopson, during ep 6, 23,401 w, WIP.

Summary: Crozier goes through withdrawal, but at least Jopson is there to make it better. They both also have things to unpack.

Mandatory Nap-Time

Crozier/Little, fluff, 1,522 w.

Summary: Perscribed cuddles to boost morale. Little comes to Crozier with a cuddle request and he accepts.

Bring him back, whatever it takes

Crozier/Jopson, DEAD DOVE do not eat! 2,250 w.

Summary: Crozier dies during withdrawal and Jopson does the unimaginable just to bring him back (It works. Sex necromancy, yes)

Smells Like Honey, Feels Like Home

Insect AU. Collins/Goodsir/Little/Jopson, fluff, 5,736 w.

Summary: The bee cuddle pile (Collins, Goodsir, Little) might just be able to fit a wasp in too (Jopson)

A Fun Fact About Apples

Crozcest AU. Jopson/Little, incest, DEAD DOVE do not eat, 1,002 w.

Summary: Tom and Ned's feelings for eachother are complicated, but at least they can still frott while talking about Francis... They're rough and mean to one another

... They Don't Fall Far From the Tree

Crozcest AU. Jopson/Little/Crozier, incest, DEAD DOVE do not eat, 17,334 w. WIP.

Summary: Crozier joins his sons to have some fun, but he mostly watches. Please just read the tags, there's too many layers of messed up to this...

[revenantghost]

[20 Question Fic Writer Game]

Tagged by @faindri and @pancake-breakfast!

How many works do you have on AO3?

18! Most are poetry collections, so a lot of smaller stories in one anthology.

What is your AO3 word count?

75,144

What fandoms do you write for?

Trigun is my main squeeze atm (and biggest in general, I have four projects for it which is double anything else--and the highest wordcount, too), but I've written for KinnPorsche, Sabikui Bisco, Danny Phantom, Vampire In The Garden, Sasaki to Miyano, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Goncharov (yeah... yeah), The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window, Signalis, Omori, Lycoris Recoil, and The Executioner and Her Way of Life

What are your top five fics by kudos?

No idea and I ain't looking! Trad publishing has me extremely scarred from some nasty comparison wars, so I have kudo and view counts blocked on ALL fics, including mine. From my kudos emails, though, Hallowboned has to be my top fic for sure. Last time I was paying attention most of my other fics didn't pass into triple digits by a long shot

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!!! I adore comments, and I love chatting with folks, it really keeps me motivated and chugging along. I am... very behind on replying to the comments on my last chapter rn because I feel so awful and guilty about having to quit writing

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... I don't write a ton of narrative fics, and I do love me some tragic poetry, but I guess the angstiest collection might be my Signalis one, Observable System Transcendence? But my Omori poem and the Trined Soul collection might be contenders, too

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean, Trembling Hands is a Trimax fix-it fic, so? Though the Sasaki and Miyano collection, Effortless Dreams, is definitely the most tooth-rotting fluff I've ever slapped onto the page

Do you get hate on fics?

Oh yeah, I've had my poetry called pretentious and also not good enough to be poetry lol. It's been a hot minute since that's happened, people are just jerks sometimes

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I used to! Porn with plot, my beloved. It would be interesting to explore in poetry format, but we'll see if I have the time who wants to commission some poetry porn from me lmao

Do you write crossovers?

Nah, not my cuppa

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, many moons ago

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that is one of the coolest things fandom does. Loving a thing so much you spend the time to painstakingly transform that art into something you can read and share in another language, bro??? Translators are amazing

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I've worked pretty closely with artists a loooong time ago, but I've only written fics where I'm the sole writer. I have used other writers' ideas and outlines (with their permission, of course), but that's the closest

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I DON'T KNOW?!?! Shipping has never really been my main focus of media typically, but when one digs its teeth into me I go rabid in a completely feral but different way each time.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

))): All of them

Life feels kinda... really dire atm, it's hard to see ever writing again. However! God I want to finish Hallowboned SO BADLY!!! I have so many chapters written for it that I haven't even posted!!!!! Y'all haven't met Livio yet!!!!!! GAH 3:

What are your writing strengths?

Uh... ??? I'll be real, I've got no idea. I feel like I write so weirdly atm, it's hard for me to analyze in that kinda way

What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to get really excited/into things and flit around and forget to explain or describe things sometimes. Thank god for having been well-trained to edit my own work. Not that I catch it all, but I try!!!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it'd really cool, but I'd need a native speaker on hand to make sure I don't fuck it up in my own fic

First fandom you wrote for?

I think my first piece of written fanwork was a Danny Phantom Quizilla thing lmao, I'm old. I don't remember what it was about, just that it was ANGSTY

Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ah?!?! Honestly, each project is so different and written from such a different place, I've got no idea. I'm proudest of Observable System Transcendence being my longest, most consistent project (outside of my Smaugust collection, which isn't a fan project), Hallowboned being the first thing that really inspired me in ages--and the most indulgent one lol. But each collection and fic and poem comes from such a different place, and it's hard to pull them apart and pick???

Tagging:

Whoever wants to hop in! :3

[minusgang-maya]

Do you have a playlist for your AU ocs? I think it would be pretty cool if you did since Sm-baby (and I think hootbon) did

I do actually, kind-of

You see, I dont use spotify or anything, just youtube. The playlists are also in progress too, but I am able to let you know some songs I have for them

For my 'Everything is Fine' AU (original):

PrinceWhateverer - [CODE PHANTOM] (Destabilize Pt.4a) (youtube.com)

PrinceWhateverer - L_ST-_N-D_TA (Destabilize pt.2 ft. Vylet) [REIMAGINE] (youtube.com)

Ruler of Everything (FULL Tally Hall Cover w/ Lyrics) (youtube.com)

PrinceWhateverer - Spare Me! (ft. Rarity [BGM]) [Explicit] (youtube.com)

For the Carnival Au ( @sm-baby ):

Jester (Pomni's Song) (feat. Lizzie Freeman) (youtube.com)

Jim Yosef & Shiah Maisel - Just Getting Started | Electronic | NCS - Copyright Free Music (youtube.com)

Dirty Palm - Oblivion (feat. Micah Martin) | Future Bounce | NCS - Copyright Free Music (youtube.com)

Prince & Jalmaan - Enemy Undefined (Destabilize pt.3) [MLP MUSIC] (youtube.com)

KinitoPET Song | "Everlasting Fun" (youtube.com)

For the Freakshow AU ( @hootbon ):

Poylow, Lucky Low, MAD SNAX - Freak Show (ft. India Dupriez) | Electronic | NCS - Copyright Free (youtube.com)

Alec Benjamin - The Wolf and the Sheep (Rough) (youtube.com)

Sekai, Spitfya, Rob Gasser - Mistakes (ft. Emily Stiles) [NCS10 Release] (youtube.com)

And for my recent AU oc...

For the Corruption AU ( @rabid-mercenary15 )

Jim Yosef & Shiah Maisel - Just Getting Started | Electronic | NCS - Copyright Free Music (youtube.com)

2010s feel good mix ~nostalgia playlist (youtube.com)

(The video above is a playlist so a lot of the music I have for the AU is in it, says a lot about that AU's version of Talon)

(edit: I accidentally placed the incorrect song in one of them so I fixed it)

[earthboundguythatlikesmother1]

Welp, with The Flash coming out and it being like swan song to the DCEU, I couldn't help but take a look back at some of the other DC movies and i was like, "why not just rank them and with my stupid opinions!"

Aight so this is the part where I explain why, originally i considered making a post of each movie like how i did it with marvel movies and shows on Twitter at some point but decided not because I'm not a poignant person with the most creative writing nor could i often keep the same attention span for it for awhile so here is the best way to review em all in a few words or less.

Will be doing it in the order they were released in.

1. Man Of Steel

7.5/10.

I actually like this movie, it's definitely has non-stop action and i can't help but think maybe I just enjoy that because I have a peanut for a brain. It definitely tries to be more grounded to see how humanity would react to Superman existing our world. I do like Henry Cavill as Superman i just wish we got more scenes of him being more warmer and more scenes of him helping and saving people. I can definitely understand why others disagree and really dislike this one.

2. Batman V. Superman: Dawn Of Justice

3.5/10

This movie exists and is what set off panic triggers at Warner Bros. & Prettyyyyyyy much ruined the perception of Superman and Batman to a bunch of "certain" people. It crams in way too many storylines, tries to set up way too much, some miscasting, kills off superman in his like 2nd appearance, wonder woman got spoiled in the trailers and whatnot.

Ben Affleck as Batman was cool and the warehouse fight scene was cool. I'm sad that it was Dick Grayson the one who got killed.

The Ultimate Edition of this one is just a 6/10, while it does give more context and more scenes that I do like, it still has the same problems so no, it doesn't fix everything.

3. Suicide Squad

2/10

Nobody likes this movie, also nobody likes me.

I remember thinking that the comic con trailer was the coolest shit to ever exist. Then I saw the movie and remember feeling lied to and deceived.

Everything sucks, everything happens too much at the same time, characters barely feel like character at times, etc. Really deserving of that Oscar!!!!!!!

I did like Harley Quinn, Amanda Waller, and Captain Boomerang (even if he barely did anything)

4. Wonder Woman

8.5/10 Wonder Woman

Really love this movie, Wonder Woman is great, i love the characters, the chemistry, the action and her helping people.

It does stumble abit towards the end however but even then, it still felt like a great movie 👍

5. Justice League (2017)

5.5/10

This movie pretty much is the reason why the DCEU became a wild rabid animal that needed to be put down immediately.

Movie is just mediocre, humor is just "Not funny. Didn't laugh." , Action is lame, backstories are rushed, Flash is annoying, Aquaman is a dickhead for no reason, cyborg doesn't even get a backstory, they really take their time saving people, dumb Russian family subplot.

I liked the after credits scene of Superman and Flash racing. So while the movie is not extremely awful and not a bad waste of your time, it's also not a good waste of your time.

6. Aquaman

7.5/10

Really like Aquaman, love how cheesy it was, Black Manta was cool.

While i love the cheesiness in this movie, this movie does also get abit stupid at times but still a fun time where you can go off with, with a pal or smth.

7. Shazam!

8/10

I thought the movie was a fun time, nothing outrageous but nothing bad as well, just a movie i can have a good time watching.

8. Birds Of Prey

6.5/10

Cassandra Cain is not even Cassandra Cain and that still pisses me off to this day. Overall, it's definitely a Harley Quinn movie and NOT a Birds Of Prey movie. Black Mask was a cool villain. This movie felt like it was trying too hard to be like Deadpool ngl.

9. Wonder Woman 1984

4/10

It's like being asked out by someone you like so you get excited and say yes and later show up to the date all ready and stuff, only to find out it was a prank just to see if you were gullible enough to fall for it.

10. Zack Snyder's Justice League

6.5/10

Welp, i now wish the movie never got released so the people who are like #restorethesnyderverse never got the satisfaction and got to comfortable enough to become a bunch of crybabies believing they are the top of the world.

Movie is just okay, cool action, good characters for the most part but holy shit is it way too long with really unnecessary scenes. If you can't release a movie without making it 4 hours long thinking it'll make things more cohesive, well i got some news for ya pal.

Welp turns out i ran to a limit with the images so lemme make another post about it to keep sharing my thoughts on the DCEU Movies, ig this is a part 1 of 2 post.

But for now, what did you think of my thoughts? Do you agree or disagree to the point that you wanna break into my house to beat me up, kill me and burn my house to the ground.

Lmk what you think or want to hear more thoughts for me to specify.

Thanks for reading, losing your braincells along the way and have a nice day.

[cavitysam]

I’m in the mac tonight fandom

I see your character billie Jean literally everywhere shipped with him and I do not know a single thing about her

who is Billie Jean and what’s the deal with her and Mac tonight?

Omg I didn't know she was still kicking around!

Long story short, I used to be known online for being 'Mac Tonight's biggest fan' because I never. shut. up. about him, drew him constantly, have a massive collection of Mac memorabilia, a big tattoo of him, etc.

My character Billie Jean was basically my persona and I shipped her with Mac. She had a long ridiculous backstory intertwined with various mascots and an entire universe in which mascots co-existed with the normal inhabitants of said world....or something. It all sounded very fun and uncringe to me at the time and was my escape from some absolute hell I was going through IRL.

Either me shipping her with Mac or just my rabid love of Mac in general got me targeted by people who frequented YTMND, iFunny, etc, and I was not only constantly mocked and harassed by people from there (having my art stolen/drawn over/edited/used in YTMND videos, people leaving nasty comments, making posts about me, etc.) but also people within my own circles.

Mac becoming super popular out of nowhere and it suddenly being normal to be a huge fan of him unfortunately made me extremely (probably irrationally) bitter and I haven't been able to love Mac the same. I still very much adore him, collect Mac memorabilia, I'm getting my tattoo touched up this year (it'll be 14 years old in June!) and my Mac Tonight mascot head is actually right in front of me at the moment on display in my room. I just don't make it very public anymore.

I killed Billie Jean off years ago but recently brought her back with a new design and no connection to Mac.

Edit: Fixed some typos

[rroechan]

Messrs. Shipwright & Seuss

Magic detective OCs

me rambling below (theres a lot)

originally, they were hp fan characters, with houses, wands, patronuses and everything but for varying reasons, they evolved past that and I basically made up a whole world, similar but not entirely. a Lot of changes were just me fixing and then adding waaay too much detail into the magic system (because I go rabid for world building)

eg. i threw that whole witch = girl, wizard = boy thing FAR out the window. Those are basically titles now that classifies what sort of magic user are you. Regular peeps are Mages, 'Wizard' is basically like a phd, Witches are homeschooled, Warlocks are the equivalent to 'fucked around, found out'. I could go more in depth if ppl r interested,,,

Dr.Shipwright

one on the right

pseud Jeers Shipwright, real name Noah Silkryce

Holds the title of wizard, is an actual genuine doctor whom specialises in the treatment and study of magic cores (a magic user's source of magic located very literally inside their bodies)

he lives in the two story apartment above the storefront thats basically their detective office

his apartment is meant for like a family of 4 but he has So Many Books. Even copies of the same book because theyre "collector's edition" or something other. My god, one quarter of his collection is untouched and still in their packaging because he hasnt finished the ones hes already opened yet.

He'll read about anything you throw at him but he enjoys fiction the most

Eccentric (read, i projected all of my neurodivergence onto him)

aside from loving books to no end, he also enjoys wearing funky patterns. different coloured & patterned socks, arcade floor pants, etc etc. Even at a funeral, if you looked close enough, his necktie has black cat patterns on it.

(He started doing it cause one of his favourite book characters did it. Perseus is ever grateful Noah didnt pick up the character's accent as well)

he looks charming but has nearly zero social skills. Best part is that its not that he doesnt try, he just doesnt bother with it. he leaves all the talking part to Perseus

Mr. Seuss

one on the left

pseud Seuss Dreammaker, real name Perseus O. Coy

Originally part of the Magic Police but left to join Noah in becoming a detective duo. He still retains some favorability from the magic police, specifically the current police chief whom he used to apprentice under.

She, the police chief, is one of the ways the two get their cases

While Noah uses a wand for most magic, Perseus uses a foil sword disguised as a cane

the magic police use magic swords.

Perseus also just. Knows fencing cause hes from a pureblood richie magic family

yea theres blood politics in this too but in the timeline, its cooled waaay the fuck down by the time Noah and Perseus got out of secondary school

coming from a pureblood family, his tastes lean a bit more to the expensive side, especially for food.

him and his parents travelled a lot thus Perseus having a very broad flavour pallette. At some point he'd began his own secret little food journal rating and writting down dishes and recipes he's picked up. (he learnt how to cook purely because the school food was far too bland. Just imagine younger him as that one person on tiktok who cooked a wellington in their dorm)

He acts plenty reserved but he can be very excitable when it comes to new things, not just food. Though, he doesn't show it well unless prompted to.

"Decorum, remember decorum" old lessons die hard. His form of being excited or interested is just very subdued, Noah is always first to notice and will push Perseus into trying something.

I wanted to say that Noah is "La la la la" and Perseus is "Ok ok ok ok" but I failed to clarify that they're both cousins, related by their great-grandparents. This isn't something I threw in, this is relevant to the plot and how they meet each other

one last fun fact abt these two: they're technically legacy characters based off my other hp ocs who are like, great-grand uncle and aunts to these two.

its a nightmare, its insanity, but its very funny to me