#fandom onions

[hoodienanami]

i really think there needs to be a conversation about how ppl in fandom use headcanons as a way to avoid caring about canonically non-white and non-male characters

[hoodienanami]

it is because they are mostly usamericans/imperial core residents and therefore they can imagine one type of harm befalling them (therefore making it Real and Serious) and not the other (thereby making it Funny)

this is really the heart of the matter isnt it? most ppl who have lived a life thats free from the threat of war and what goes on in it dont take the idea of war crimes seriously. this is partly bc they dont really know what a war crime is. to them war crime is a funny word/term, completely divorced from the reality of what irl war crimes entail

but i'll let you in on a little secret: one of the most common war crimes, one that has existed for as long as war has existed and one that has been committed by every single army that has ever existed, is rape. against women and girls primarily but also against men and boys. sexual assault during wartime is expected and rarely ever prosecuted. its an inherent part of war

i also think that part of why 'war criminal blorbo' is funny and 'rapist blorbo' isnt funny is that most media with a large fandom that makes those types of jokes arent media that really delve into the realities of war crimes. its very abstract or very large scale and therefore, to the audience, doesnt feel as personal. your blorbo blowing up a planet or being a general in charge of a pillaging army feels impersonal, feels very distant (well if youre someone who hasnt had to deal with war irl that is) even if your blorbo is taking part in the pillaging themself. we usually dont see the horrifying aftermath. the piles of corpses, the burnt homes, the utter destruction that ruins lives. we dont see the lasting trauma

rape feels more personal and is typically portrayed as more personal. we see the horror or the horror of the aftermath in full, the lasting trauma that comes afterward. rape is also considered one of the only crimes that literally cannot be justified. your blorbo can have a reason for being a war criminal, he can even have a good reason in the text of the story. maybe he can even be redeemed within the text of the story, make up for what hes done. but rape cannot be justified and cannot by sympathized with so therefore a blorbo who commits rape is inherently evil and, more often then not, he will be portrayed as such within his story

its really crazy how people love to blorbopost about how their blorbo is a War Criminal Scrunkly but those same people will act like you ate their dog if you so much as imply that scrunkly has any textual relation to sexual violence

[nouverx]

You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs

[geek-22]

[ilovelifee]

Gravity falls as onion headlines part II part I part III

[ispaintingcalmly]

Hunith’s baby is home :”)

[cinnamoncinn1]

she started running away from him like that😭🙏

I'm crying, it looks funny

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Think I’ve finally figured out why Daniel Craig is trending

This image has become a meme in comparing him to a banker / accountant / antiques dealer / European MP, university professor etc etc (whilst also acknowledging the sexiness ofc)

Why does he keep accidentally creating viral memes and he doesn’t even know 😭😭

[inmyheaddd]

when annabeth ''breathed in the sea air and thought about percy.'' and says that she could never visit the sea and not be reminded of him in moa

then about 20 pages after that, annabeth is trapped with spiders, and after they're burned and she's left trembling and frozen, she forces herself to move to get to her friends and ''the ocean air helped her clear her mind.''

[geddyqueer]

okay. rpf talk real quick. taking each and every one of you by the shoulders very gently. i love everyone in the louliver bar. i am filled with more rpf ideas and i am happily giggling and kicking my feet as i think about it. however. and i am asking this so nicely. i would love it if everyone else would consider archive locking their rpf that they post on ao3 dot org. that way the rp that we are writing f about do not find it by accident. we must build our own border wall. i think this is an important line to draw, especially with a fandom like this that gets a LITTLE BIT too overenthusiastic at times. okay. please consider it. if not for them... do it for me. thank you. i love you. tag me in your louliver rpf so i can read it. thank you goobyebye.

[angelcakezz]

BIG BROTHER GINGERBRAVE!!!!

I love that Bravery is lowkey good w kids (minus the dough baby he cried back at LMFAO..) he’s a silly big brother who I care about

He’s the number one pillow, number one seat

Number one McDonald’s play place too

Angst bomb BOOM!!!! I think about how Bravery lied to Custard about what witches made cookies for.. a lot.

I love my morally ambiguous friend!

[uhhlifeig]

HIIIIII!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 POOOKIEEEEEEEEEEE YOU DESERVE SM MOREEE 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷 ILYYY

💀 - with Remus (wolfstar)?? 👀

why do you people like remus to be killed so much 😭

(i like killing him tho-)

enjoy!!

~~~~~

There was something growing, twisting, consuming his body, his mind.

And Sirius Black was powerless to stop it.

His hands were shaking, but they weren’t his. Try as he might, he couldn’t break free from the entity that had removed his free will. 

He felt like a spectator in his own body.

There was a soft, velvety voice whispering in his mind: Kill him.

Sirius tried to drop his wand, tried to turn it on himself, tried so hard to do something.

Nothing happened. 

His legs moved of their own accord, walking towards the door of the Astronomy Tower door. He pushed the handle down.

It creaked open, revealing Remus leaning on the balcony, cigarette in hand. He was looking up at the sky, not noticing Sirius creeping up on him.

He looked so beautiful like that, framed against the stars.

Sirius wanted to scream at him, tell him to run and never look back.

But of course, he couldn’t. 

Remus turned around. “Hey, Sirius. What’re you doing up here?”

The curse relinquished control for a moment. Sirius stumbled away from Remus, trying to keep himself from hurting the love of his life.

“Moony,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Remus got up from the balcony. “What’s wrong, seren?” he asked, rushing over to Sirius.

“No, no, get away, please,” Sirius cried, backing away from Remus. “I’ll hurt you, please don’t touch me.”

Remus was now getting increasingly concerned. “Padfoot, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.”

“Please, go.”

“Tell me what’s wrong first.”

“I- I can’t.”

The thing that was in Sirius took over again. He straightened up, walking towards Remus with purpose. Sirius wanted to scream and cry and rip his hair out.

He was surprised when he actually made a sound. 

It seemed as if the spell poisoning his mind had been too weak to take full control. 

“Get away from me, Remus,” Sirius shouted as his body moved of its own accord. “You’re in danger.”

Remus looked more and more confused as Sirius continued to approach him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry, Moony.” Sirius brought up his wand, pointing it directly at Remus. 

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus asked, panicked and backing away. “Lower the wand, we can talk this out.”

“I told you, Remus. I’m a danger to you. Leave now, please,” Sirius begged. “I don’t want to do this.”

Remus was now backed into a corner. Sirius’s wand was still raised, pointing at his lover’s heart.

“Sirius, what the fuck are you doing?” Remus asked, repeating himself. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Remus.”

The entity in his mind took control again, and Sirius was powerless to do anything but watch as his mouth spat, “Avada Kedavra.”

Sirius watched in horror as the neon-green jet of light hit his moon straight in the chest.

Remus crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut.

The presence in Sirius’s mind retreated so that it no longer had control. 

Hello? Merlin? He’d like to wake up now. 

This was just some nightmare, right?

It felt like a nightmare, watching his lover broken underneath a wand. 

His wand.

If this wasn’t a nightmare, then this was Hell.

He was truly in Hell.

Sirius knelt in front of Remus’s now-cooling body. 

His eyes were still open, glassy and terrified in his newfound death.

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered, tears streaming down his face. “Fuck. Remus, Moony, come back, please.”

There was no coming back, though. 

Sirius looked up at the serene night sky. 

He was going to see his Moony again soon.

—————

The next morning, two of Hogwarts’ best students were found dead in the Astronomy Tower.

Sirius Black was found alongside Remus Lupin, both in a lover’s embrace for the rest of eternity.

[nho-jungle]

i like to keep most of my thoughts between myself and one or two friends on discord who r not in the fandom but .... i gotta say, i think the way a lot of yall approach jrwi is very. demanding?

i understand being attatched to a certain story, but that shits difficult. this constant need for new new new while ignoring.... the other stuff they're putting out? it gets tiring.

its no fun looking thru the tags to find new art or discussion to share and instead being met with constant (often hypocritical) complaining.

there are plenty of other ttrpg channels out there. if you find yourself upset at jrwi not having what you're looking for, maybe try looking elsewhere.

hell, I'd love to recommend some of mine and my friends favourites, for anyone looking for specific vibes!

[hatsunemikuscashcow]

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

can’t wreck what was already broken

[cozybells]

when I started this pmd journey no one told me I was gonna get so attached to my teams AAARRRGH

so many thoughts... I will leave some of them in case anyone is curious 👉👈

so at first my eos hero was just the character i played as, i wasn't expecting them to be so important for the plot (first pmd game yeah), he's like his own guy so i'm legally changing their name to Cebolla hehe

Pringle takes the offensive in battle while Cebolla has more of a support/annoyer role, so they're usually the one carrying the bags while Pringle tries to keep objects out of the way for agility.

Pringle used to paint his paws with black, waterproof paint, he had to paint and wash them everyday. after Cebolla disappeared, Pringle was just way too tired and unmotivated so he stopped painting them altogether (which just made him feel worse oof). he started using longer lasting dye eventually.

Pringle got pretty close to Dusknoir at first, but Dusknoir started avoiding being alone with him after he discovered who Cebolla was. it took a long time for Pringle to understand why. Cebolla on the other hand clicked with Grovyle instantly and wished they could've spent more time together (future trio does return to visit eventually tho... for my peace of mind).

[pablinoarts]

Wip of another onion cookie cause she’s precious to me :)) and I’m still not feeling well :://