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[mymanyfandomramblings]

On relationships: what are your thoughts on Lumity? Do you think Amity's character after her redemption felt a bit more washed out?

Also for Amphibia: what do you think of the fandom trend to ship the three girls together?

First question: Lumity

Lumity is nice. It's good for what it is, and I know that a lot of people love it for being a central, unproblematic, canonical, sapphic ship in a mainstream cartoon, and it's really good at being that. And I like it--they're cute together, and their dynamic is fun. Sure, they're uncomplicated, but uncomplicated is okay.

As for Amity's character--yes, some of her more interesting personality did wash out with her green hair dye. Because TOH doesn't tend to let good characters have 'bad' flaws--that is, flaws that genuinely hurt other people for reasons other than 'i want to protect you' (and yes, there are exceptions to this), Amity's redemption meant that a lot of her rough edges disappeared, or were minimised. Much like every other member of her family, the episode where Amity was best and most perfectly written was Escaping Expulsion. Amity showed all her good qualities there--her strength, her resolve, her iron will, and her loyalty--but she also makes a big mistake, and not an easily excused one. When her mother expels her friends, Amity does exactly what pre-redemption Amity would have done--she lets her fear of her mother override her moral compass or her love for her friends, and it's not until Luz's life is on the line that Amity is able to stand up to her parents, and do the right thing. It would have been nice if as the show went on, she occasionally continued to slip into her old ways--perhaps if she responds too harshly to something, or acts overly haughty at times. But she's still a good character, she's just a bit...smooth.

Second Question:

I'm not going to tell people not to ship, and I hate getting involved in fandom politics. BUT.

You know the classic 'there is more to fandom than shipping' thing? I've never felt that more strongly in a fandom than Amphibia. Shipping is fun, and if you're a big Sashannarcy fan, I'm not going to be the one to say 'how could you ruin the fandom' or something. All I'm saying is that Amphibia is a beautiful, stunning, poignant story which does heaps of fleshing out of non-romantic relationships, and I think that a lot of dynamics and thematic elements in the story fall by the wayside in fanworks in lieu of a non-canon ship. But that said, ship and let ship is the policy of fanworks, y'all do y'all.

the one thing I will say is that the ship should be called Marshanne. it flows so much better than Sashannarcy

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[terrence-silver]

Hey could i make a request please. Terry X fem reader, her former abuser comes back into her life to torment her all over again and Terry buts them in their place and destroys them physically, mentally, financially and when it's all over they'll thank him.

Jerry and Terry.

A story of disproportionate revenge; Terry Silver x Fem!Reader in the background (with an appearance from John Kreese).

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Jerry is a man with a common office job and the accidental assonance of their names never fails to amuse Terry.

Infuriate him some.

Jerry and Terry.

Well, Jeremy, in actuality, just another information in the long mosaic line up covering everything he discovered about this schmuck, as much personally as through his sources, not that it was tremendously difficult seeing as how none of these common civilians were ever too much of a mystery anyway, granting him immense satisfaction in the hunt nonetheless — but the punk’s name might as well be worm or cockroach, because that’s in effect what he was, leaning over Colorado Street, in Pasadena, a two hour drive from LA, the July summer air after midnight still hot, the asphalt seeming to let off steams of a searing, stifling sensation, the cool breeze blown in from the Arroyo barely reaching the isolated steel ledge secluded from the buzz of the traffic; the city long since planned to put to preventive nets over the bridge — Terry should know because he personally funded the project with a generous donation and it was hilarious how life had a weird way of falling into place and connecting in the most bizarre ways on a bridge of occasional suicides where your ex was standing, hands in pockets, staring down into the dark depths of the river below, no such net in sight just yet except for a couple of signs issuing a warming that it was dangerous to lean over the railings, nothing separating him from the flowing abyss below. Him and the Mayor shook hands on the business venture two years ago. The news even reported on it with all the adulation in the world. Terry’s picture was in the paper. He was all over the news — long enough to distract from all his other ventures. But, it was one of those urban landscaping deals that would dawn on the news and then take years, perhaps decades, to be actually realized. Meant that Jerry could jump — and there would be nothing to save him from doing so. No cameras installed for security measures just yet either. Maintenance. Terry knew, because this was Terry’s city.

Terry’s country and State.

Nobody in sight right at this moment.

Merely a narrow concrete path along the bridge for pedestrians.

Terry, the stranger, snug in his leather jacket, not minding the heat, pretending to be an innocent bypasser.

Truth of the matter was, he ruined this man’s life and he developed the progression of the slow decay all along the way with great interest and like a cat eagerly eying a moving red string, Terry’s effortlessly led him here, deliberately, right to this very place, this very spot, on this very night, on this very bridge and the guy never even realized he had no say in any of it or that none of it was an accident. Jeremy got let off of work. Accused of embezzlement. Embroidered in schemes. In debt. Reputation ruined. Social circle gone. All that jazz. All the classics. And Terry did it all. Weaved it all. And it culminated in this. Do a flip, he thought to himself, approaching the man under the headlights, leisurely, acting like someone who accidentally stumbled upon a scene he wasn’t supposed to stumble upon, en route to somewhere else, haunting the city, stopping in his tracks, behind a steel pillar, watching Jerry climb over the ledge; He could say something now. It would've been expected. A hastily thrown in 'Hey, you there! Stop!' or 'Hey, you! Don't do it! Lets talk, man! Life can be good, actually. It can be good when you're not crossing Terry Silver, that is.' Something faux-poignant. Something mean. Something mocking. Something distracting or even infuriating to bait the man into arguing rather than hurting himself. Anything, so long as it distracts and causes the man to hesitate and think twice, but it’s only once Jerry’s heel is slipping over the edge of the pipe he was perched up on does Terry act, allowing himself to smile from where he's standing, seamlessly, feeling his mouth twitch upward, watching the shadow disappear over the railing into the darkness of the night. The next day, there's a suicide report briefly on the news and you never even catch it in the whirlwind of all the other crime circulating in the media. Your asshole ex, identified by his wallet and the documentation found in his soaked interior pocket, fished out by the loading docks. Just another statistic.

-"So, what he’d do?"-

John asked him on one occasion when Terry told him of his plans.

-"Nothing much."- Terry slings his arm over his driver seat leisurely, chuckling. He didn't treat you as well as you deserved? Tried to occasional get in contact with you again and stay on, quote-unquote 'good terms'. What did that even mean? Good terms? Wasn't that enough to warrant execution? Terry thought it was. It was a crappy, mediocre relationship and nobody had to put their hands on you for Terry to be convinced that deserved payback. Not to mention --- the said entanglement wasted your time. Time that would've been better spent with him if you weren't busy wasting it with some Jerry. Revenge. Reason for revenge, right there. They were parked near Griffith Observatory, in the embrace of a forested path, all zig-zags and steep rocks, the skyline of the city visible from a nearby slope, offering them both a view and sufficient privacy to talk. -"I just want him to die."- Terry confess bluntly, nearly cackling as the words rolled off of his tongue, sensing something exciting coil around in his gut like so many butterflies, seeing no reason to hide these things from his Captain after everything they've been through together and John gives him a lopsided, paternal smile, halfway critical, halfway entertained, like he was about to throw in the talk.

-"Terry…"-

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head and Terry instantly protests.

Show mercy!? Why!? Since when were they the mercy-showing types!?

-"What? What!?"-

He finds himself whining slamming the palm of his hand against the backrest of the leather seats, feeling his own face furrow up. -"C’mon, Johnny!"- He sighs profoundly, rolling his eyes, annoyed and exasperated. This was some prime-time bullshit. -"Don’t you dare tell me that you never wanted anyone someone you loved loved before you to just, you know…"- He starts, trailing off, digging his teeth into his lower lip. Savoring the moment. -"Drop dead?"- He says it then, and it tastes so sweet, like caramel coated candy dipped in white powder. Terry knew all about Johnny nearly beating his beloveds Betsy's then-beau halfway to death on the parking lot of the Deli he worked in before the army. They were exactly the same, him and John Kreese. A Cobra doesn't tolerate competition. It's not in it's nature to. John says nothing. Almost as if contemplating that memory himself, looking off into the distance, pulling up the collar of his brown vest jacket on the passenger seat beside him, his face crinkling into a grim smile, not saying yes but not saying no either. Terry has the odd impulse to kick his feet up in the air in a flash of euphoria. -"We could always rough him up. Scare him. Hurt him, make him piss his pants and call it a day. I'm available for that."- John murmurs, the deep rumbling sound emanating from his throat recognized only as a suppressed chuckle. Terry grabs John by the shoulder and shakes him in excitement, halfway hugging him in joy. While kicking that Creature to a pulp did sound exciting it wasn't part of the plan. -"My man! Now we're talking! But, that would only martyr him!"- Terry lifts up his hands, engrossed in his own imagination. He felt more comfortable and content if this guy was just wiped out of existence altogether. Like, hit by a moving bus, perhaps. A guy that put his dick inside of you before being alive and well out there? Yeah. Unacceptable. -"No."- Terry says with a sense of looming doom. -"This is so final. There’s no coming back from it. And what’s best?"- He pauses slightly for dramatic timing, presenting the whole picture to John the way a storyteller would describe the synopsis of his newest magnum opus.

-"I’ll ensure he’ll do to himself."-

Six months into this special project and Terry never once put his hands on Jeremy. Could've. Itched to. But, he didn't. If Jerry deteriorated, it's because he ruined himself. With every drink, every cigarette and every sleepless, stressful night in tow. All Terry did was set events in motion and brought about the right environments for someone to start feeling profoundly unhappy.

-"I've put him through enough pain and now it's time to go to sleep."-

There can be only one, he almost halfway desires to add but he withholds at the last moment once he spots a shift on John's face --- that he didn't need any more convincing. Maybe it was an old habit --- an army habit --- but whenever Terry seriously wanted to end someone, he always came to Johnny first. To discuss the matter. Strategize. Get his greenlight from his Captain to go out into the field and terminate with extreme prejudice. That's how the hierarchy worked. Terry would do whatever he wanted anyway irregardless of John but he supposed he wanted to let him know. For old times sake. Reason why he invited him to meet here today. That and to gloat. -"Alright, Terry. If you say so."- John smiles that gruff smile of his, finally capitulating and Terry finally allows himself to breathe again after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, letting himself be as jubilant as he wanted, turning the key in the ignition along with the steering wheel almost immediately, ready to get a move on, wasting not a second longer. There was a five star restaurant just down the road with their name on it. -"Of course I say so, Johnny! What I say is best!"- He exclaims, one hand on the wheel and another on the back of his John's neck, patting him triumphantly. Enough talk. Time to crack open the bottles before the big bang. You knew he was out with his oldest friend. You merely didn't know the context, is all. -"Reservations at five. Lets go grab that chow and celebrate!"- Terry practically shouts in euphoria, throwing a joyous glance at John, making a sharp U-turn. -"Ever ate a turkey stuffed with a chicken that's stuffed with a quail!?"- He snickers, knowing for a fact that Johnny would probably need everything in him not to roll his eyes at the option of orders, but regardless, he lived for treating his Captain to the finer things, just like he lived for removing each and every person from your past until nobody but him remains. Him, representing the future. -"I'd prefer plain good old bacon and some beer."- John mutters with a small, fox-like grin just like Terry knew he would, taking a relish in poking and prodding at him anyway. His Captain's wish is his command. They'd have so much to toast for today.

-"Done, baby!"-

Is all Terry says, laughing as he speeds away, down the woodland highway.

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When you discover the news because he effectively tells you, deciding to control when and how the information reaches and that it might as well reach you from his own mouth, naturally, as expected, your mood turns gloomy. For days. Weeks. More time wasted and he despised it, deciding to immediately take you on a cruise of the Bahamas to distract you from it, but deciding tactically that you just had to ride it out. And you did. Week two on the deck of his yacht, eventually, slumped, looking out to the ocean, knees against your chest sitting on deck, you decide to speak. -"Terry, this will be such a weird thing to say."- You stutter, unsure of yourself and yet he's there, tracking your every movement and expression like a sonar radar. -"Maybe even meanspirited."- Will it now? Good. You were about to get whatever useless thing was still lodged in your system out of yourself. He's by your side, sitting beside you, looking at you intently, not wanting to miss a thing. -"But, I'm oddly glad I got out on time. That I met you."- You confess, holding back tears. Wasn't easy discovering that your ex was practically six figures in debt and wanted on several charges and that if you stayed with him, it would've reflected on you as well. Dragged you down with him. To the bottom of river Arroyo. That's what your pretty little head thought and Terry coos, massaging the edge of your scalp in gentle motions with his fingers, letting that beautiful brain below think whatever he wanted it to think. Oh, he loved you so. You were made for the greenest of pastures. For him. -"He would've destroyed his life as well as my own and I'm relieved the universe moved me out of the way when it did. That it brought me you. Thank you."- Ah. There it was. There were tears in your eyes flowing freely and you were thanking him, never even realizing you were unknowingly expressing gratitude that he effectively crapped all over your ex's life and led him to suicide. Stood by and watched while he did a triple Salto off of a bridge. The blood and the heat shoots down into his cock. How could it not? In any other situation he would've dragged Jerry's waterlogged swollen carcass fished out of the river at your feet and present it to you like a cat presents its owner a dead mouse. -"He was never bad towards me, exactly. But, he was never fully good either, you know? But, definitely not bad enough to deserve this."- Oh, Terry knew alright. It is just that he considered that your ex not being fully good towards you was a capital offense that found it's equivalent payback only in death. So, yeah. Punk deserved it.

Had it long time coming.

-"Is that fucked up and evil of me? To feel relieved I left on time? I feel so awful it's crazy! A man died!"-

A weak, nuisance man died, Terry wants to correct, but instead he settles into the act of collecting your tears with the tip of his fingers, letting none of them escape, feigning outrage, yet partially feeling said emotion in it's most genuine capacity; Jeremy died! Fuck sake, who cares! This guilt would evaporate and you'd find it fading overtime, because he'd be here to ensure it fades; there was almost nothing meaningfully positive for you to vindicate or romanticize and far too much crappy and mediocre to actually mourn or remember fondly. That was the good thing about measly, middle-of-the-road, middling, lukewarm individuals; too grey to be turned into saints and too grey to be turned into devils. The only thing one could do with them, whether one wanted to or not is to forget them. Where he could easily replace them and everyone else you ever trifled with, usurping their very vacancy and every emotion sent their way, be it good or bad. All of it. Only his. -"Fucked up!? Huh!? No way! It's not! Are you even listening to yourself!?"- He shakes his head vigorously, letting his disapproval grow visible, pulling you close, until the side of your body melts with his and you're effectively there, drying up your tears in his embrace, the open sea breeze against you. Terry grabs your face with both hands, making you look at him. -"You wanted a normal, stable life! Of course you did! Who wouldn't!?"- Terry explains, separating his gaze from you for but a second to point the tip of his nose out towards the blue expanse of the sunlit Atlantic.

[eggsistential-basket]

oho! found a new enemy! pymetrics!!! Jesus Christ using digit span and reaction time to judge whether a candidate would be a good hire is straight up discriminatory and would not tell you shit about whether or not they're a good candidate. none of these tasks are anything like something you'd see in real life unless a client was throwing balls at you or some shit. legitimately awful. will probably not get the job for this. honestly probably because the "hard" version of the spacebar task was easy as shit. also requiring me to stare at a screen at red and green dots meant the color negative cancelled the colors out and I couldn't see the colors as it went on. absolute dogshit.

[nintenka]

my gripe with sky errm… RANT INCOMING SORRY

recently i had a friend and my brother ask me what you do in sky and i kinda…. just came up blank……

like relive spirits, go through realms, collect candles too, err reach eden, die and be reborn….. cycle repeats theres not much else when it comes down to it 💀

like yeah with new players you have aviary village but like once you finish the main point of the game, again theres not much else like now instead of going to hell and die on your own will, you have this dead orphan telling you to go to hell and die 🤪🔥🔥

sure you have the seasons and their spirits, they have their own extra story that sometimes are relevant to the game’s lore but those can only go so far for like gameplay since its like a one-and-done thing IM SORRY. i love my seasons still but theres only so much you can do w them other than new game features

the main thing is just do dailies… grind grind grind…. candle run after candle run… just to get those cosmetics WHICH….. i have already complained about before (im so sorry why did that have to be my most seen thing), specifically the price inflation like WHAT THE HELLL (do you guys remember days of mischief 2022 LMAOO that incident was so bad man HELP)

if this were any other game i probably wouldnt care that much but from a game like sky i really wish cosmetics and money werent all there was to sky once you finish the main goal

the world of sky is so interesting as a concept i just wish theres more things to do that isnt centered around collecting cosmetics….( ive seen someone suggest having more dark creatures to interact with…. maybe fight WHICH SOUNDS COOL I WONT LIE )

in fact, i see the cosmetics becoming the center-point of the game as absolutely shallow, especially when the game kinda revolves around connections with other people and has its own unique story yadda yadda it really bothers me (its very materialistic is what im trying to say LMAOOO)

anyways idk if what im bitching about is even worth bitching about because i will always take the opportunity to dog on tgc for their ridiculousness and greed but also this game is unfortunately my comfort game…. 💀💀

for my context ive been playing since assembly but i dropped the game for like several months on and off before i got to eden (bc i was scared LMAO) and played it a bit more for abyss…. on and off AGAIN…. played it regularly starting at performance …..

maybe im not that qualified to talk about this but it bothers me a lot LMAO

[natahmoved]

i think my coolest hal facts are

they dont use a traditional mobility aid, instead when they're fatigued they summon a floating chair to sit on:)

they were a barista in college (earning their archon mark) anbd thats one of the main reasons they're like that

their ears hurt from sleeping on them

idk i havent fleshed ths out but i think their chronic pain stems from their intense void research/experimentation .

they grew up with urianger and moenbryda^__^

after coming back from the first they call themself an elf because they think its so funny that they're called elves

they r probably the most cynical borderline misanthropic person but they in a support role (healer/tank sort of situation)

[lycankeyy]

Again idk if I actually have dependant or not but it's so funny that I go into these massive spirals where I feel like I Cannot do something or decide something and then someone's like "Oh you should do [thing] :]" and I'm just immediately like oh okay :] DHQKEJQJEO

[obstinatecondolement]

@ airlines, if you guys could please think about putting your heads together and coordinating on what size luggage should be, that would be so great. It's my birthday on Monday, just in case that makes a difference.

[legofemme]

Sometimes life is really hard but then i remember that every time i go to a Big zoo there is always someone there with a newborn or a very small baby showing them animals they dont even have the brain to comprehend yet and i feel ever so slightly more normal

[funsizedshark]

do you think you'll upload your memory is a monster design as a print? im kinda obsessed with it

ahh thank you so much TT im going to upload it on redbubble later tonight or tomorrow at the latest!! i'm happy you liked it because i'm really proud of that one :')

[nerdnag]

OH MY GOD FE3H CHARACTERS AS STUDENTS AT THE STRIXHAVEN SCHOOL OF MAGES. THE CROSSOVER WE ALL NEED (ESPECIALLY ME)

HUBERT AND EDELGARD AS SILVERQUILL INK MAGES WHO WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO ACHIEVE THEIR GOALS AND WILL CUT YOU DOWN WITH THE VERY SHARPEST OF WORDS (AND INK PROJECTILES) IF YOU CHOOSE TO STAND AGAINST THEM

CONSTANCE AS A PRISMARI MAGE TRYING TO GET HER BIG BREAK AS AN ELEMENTAL ARTIST

LYSITHEA AS A WITHERBLOOM MAGE WHO TEMPTS DEATH ITSELF TO ACHIEVE HER AIMS

DIMITRI AS A LOREHOLD MAGE, SUMMONING THE SPIRITS OF HIS OWN PAST TO AID HIM IN BATTLE

CLAUDE IN WITHERBLOOM, PLAYING AROUND WITH POISONS AND BONDING WITH PESTS

LINHARDT AS A QUANDRIX MATHS NERD WHO BENDS TIME AND SPACE ITSELF TO GIVE HIMSELF MORE NAPPING OPPORTUNITIES

HAPI IN WITHERBLOOM, ASHE IN LOREHOLD, IGNATZ IN PRISMARI, LORENZ IN SILVERQUILL, BYLETH IN QUANDRIX

[gemkun]

anonymous said : So Ratio, what’s your deal exactly? What are you into? Is it women… men…. Agalmatophilia?

      ⸻       ah   ,   there   it   goes   —   the   bust   is   on.   this   question   will   go   unacknowledged   ,   as   will   any   other   enquiry   towards   his   orientation   and   any   aspect   of   his   personal   life   ,   for   that   matter.

[misteria247]

Me: I'm freezing tits gonna put on my robe.

Me grabs my fluffy robe and puts it on

Me realizing that I look like one of those 80s/90s crime or rich wives who killed their husband

Me dramatically: Tis but a tragedy officer, that my millionaire husband passed so suddenly.

[clementimetodie]

anyway vaccines are God's gift to the modern world and literally the reason we have so many people alive today, sorry some of you don't understand how inoculation works, my descendants will live long and healthy lives while yours become permanently disabled from polio or die to the dog you refused to vax against rabies

[xxxairheadedangelxxx]

i dont know what the fuck is going on but my mother has not stopped fucking walking for several minutes and she has this super cute thing know where she stomps with what feels like her entire gd body weight with each step so its just reverberating into my fucking skull

this house is not that big, there is nothing for her to be doing, yet she WONT STOP

[chatonmagique]

Honestly rigid summer dresscodes for work are a bunch of restrictive bullshit to me and I'm not sure when I'll get so used to it with a completely accomodated wardrobe to the point I'll finally shut up about it.