#hey guys. when you obsess over the m/m ship to the point the female character gets ignored. well. it���s crazy but i’ll start to not like

[iii-of-ender]

love when you get into a new thing, which has a VERY prominent female character, and think let’s check out the tag! and would you look at that. they’re barely acknowledging her existence. yippee

[writteninsunshine]

Lonely Machines Chapter 1/20 - Implied Cash/Barbie, No Major Ships - SFWish

Title: Lonely Machines

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Various

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Barbie Wire/Cash Buckzo/Paimon Goetia

Characters: Fizzarolli, Blitzo, Barbie Wire, Cash Buckzo, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Mammon, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Stolas Goetia, Paimon Goetia, Octavia Goetia, Stella Goetia

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Humor/Angst

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/20

Word Count: 4036

Type Of Work: Chapter Fic, Main Fic For The I’m Gonna Make Tonight A Show Series

Status: Incomplete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/F, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, AU - Washed Up AU, Alcohol, Alcoholic, Unrequited Love, One-Sided Blitzo/Fizzarolli, Violence, Blood, Angst, Sexual Situations, Incest, Father/Daughter Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Age Gaps, 35 Year Age Gap, Barbie and Blitzo and Fizzarolli are 23, Cash is 58, Stolas is 25, Ozzie is Timeless but roughly 6000, Mentioned Striker/Stella, One-Sided Blitzo/Fizzarolli, More To Come

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Brick, Nikiva, and Chastity.

Summary: When one door closes, another opens.

Chapter Summary: Alcohol was a mask to fix their broken lives, but it was a mask that fit their problems perfectly.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Do I need all of these ‘How They Met’ Fizzarozzie AUs? Probably not. Do I have more than five of them I want to do? Absolutely. 

NOTE: This fic inspired my love for Cash/Barbie and I leaned into it hard. Paimon/Cash/Barbie came later and it’s not leaving. All three ships are featured HEAVILY and CONSTANTLY through this fic.

Lonely Machines Chapter Masterlist

Helluva Boss Fic Masterlist

Chapter One: Psycho-Somatic

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“Nah, he’s still here.” Barbie turned to glance over at their friend, a firm frown on her lips as she sighed and shook her head. With one hand on the chunky old brick of a phone, and the other on her hip, she rolled her eyes, “No, Blitz, and you know he’s not.” Biting her tongue for a second as she listened to her twin, her eyes slowly rolled back up to the top of the tent and stayed glued there. Her hips shifted, and she swapped the phone to her other hand; Fizzarolli glanced up at the movement and grimaced.

“...I wouldn’t if I were you.” She said it slowly, annunciating every syllable like he was slow, and in her opinion, he was, especially about this. Whatever he said next made her point to her open mouth, closing her eyes while she stuck her tongue out. The thinner clown rose from the trunk he’d been digging in with an uncomfortable smile on his face, something that meant sympathy for her. So far, he’d heard the entire conversation, and he knew what was going to happen when Blitzo got home. 

Really, Barbie felt pretty damn sorry for him. Fizzarolli got the worst part of Blitzo’s obsessive interests, and her brother either couldn’t or wouldn’t listen to him. It wasn’t like he really ever heard anyone talk but himself, but he made it Fizz’s problem more often than not. There had been a time when their friend had liked pirates, horses, balloon animals, and clowning, even, but… Whatever Blitzo loved, he squeezed until the head popped off, so as to say there wasn’t any life left to it for anyone else. 

Fizzarolli had dealt with it more than Barbie had because she often made a big deal about not being into whatever Blitzo was. She’d talk circles around him until he left her alone, and sometimes even forgot she existed, but Fizz? Maybe he had always been Blitzo’s most obsessive interest. If it wasn’t seeking approval, it was always at least seeking attention that Blitzo was good at, and if nobody else would listen, Fizzarolli was an excellent captive audience.

As far as she knew, Fizz was just trying to keep the peace. They lived and worked together, and they had for a very long time, and likely would always live and work together. Being dirt poor didn’t give anyone very good prospects for climbing up, though if anyone could escape, it would probably be him. She and Blitzo were mediocre at best, and she wasn’t afraid to say as much. Fizzarolli was the crowd-pleaser, he was the end-all-be-all in this circus, it was almost like he was born for the big top. 

Their father had always warned Blitzo not to chase him off, had smacked him around a few times for it on several occasions, and she’d had to stay silent. Blitzo’s best excuse had always been that they were best friends, that there wasn’t anything that could come between them, but Barbie had her doubts. Maybe more than her fair share, but right now, she really didn’t think so.

Her smile had been an attempt at being comforting, but with the way she felt her face move, it probably looked like she was about to throw up. Blitzo had filled their conversation all alone, as he was wont to do, but when she didn’t respond to him right away, he barked at her.

“What? …Shut up, Blitz, don’t be a fucking prude.” She snapped right back, narrowing her eyes as she turned away from Fizzarolli, stalking further into the tent, “Oh– No– So– Can’t hea– Break– Bli–” 

The same old song and dance, he observed. Whenever Barbie didn’t want to talk to Blitzo on the phone anymore, she’d fake the death of their signal. As much as she loved him, sometimes she couldn’t stand him, and she never so much as tried to hide it. In a way, Fizzarolli envied that about her. She’d call Blitzo an asshole, he’d call her a bitch, they’d yell for a bit, and then everything would be fine ten minutes later.

Every time he’d tried to put his own feet down, draw his line in the sand, and carve out his own boundaries, Blitzo erased them around him. Judging by Barbie’s stilted speech when she was stopped by her father before returning, he guessed she knew what was coming. While he didn’t catch what they were saying, he knew her voice was different, uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Then again, being around Cash didn’t really make anyone feel all that safe.

Arguably, he was kindest to Barbie out of the kids, though. She was Daddy’s Little Girl and Fizzarolli was the Cash Cow, which sort of left Blitzo in an awkward position. 

Not as awkward as the one he was going to get into when he got home that night, however. 

When Barbie returned to her friend, she noted that he hadn’t moved from where he sat on his ankles in front of the costume trunk. Her expression melted and she sashayed over in a more muted way than usual, dropping to kneel beside him before copying his position, her hands in her lap.

“He’s doing it again, isn’t he?” Fizzarolli’s voice was quiet, his head bowed, and her heart sank. While it was accusatory in its own way, he said it with such disappointment in his tone that telling him almost felt crueler than lying about it.

“You know he calls for you before every match.” She didn’t know what else to say, “Says he needs his favorite cheerleader.”

“I’ve never gone, though.” 

“I… Know. I think he’s hoping you’ll give that up if he pesters you enough about it. You know, like he always does.” Like you always do.

They sat in pensive silence for a moment, and she bit her lip, wondering if maybe she should have kept her mouth shut. Just because she knew he always did it didn’t mean she had any right to point it out. Fizzarolli likely knew exactly what she meant, but if he didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t push him.

“Sorry, Fizz, I–”

“No, no. No, you’re right.” Those little hands of his curled into fists against his thighs, and she tilted her head, turning to give him a quizzical look, “He always does this, and he never listens to me. If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a thousand times that blood is disgusting, and what does he always do?”

“...show up after a fight battered and bloody and expect you to swallow your disgust and fix it for him?” Barbie’s words, right as they were, only seemed to incense him further.

“Yeah– Yeah, he does. I don’t care if it’s an accident, I can help him with that. Whenever he falls or gets…” Barbie flinched, dropping her eyes at the implication, and neither of them needed him to say it, “...It’s different if he’s looking for a fight.”

“Yeah… I don’t know what he’s thinking.” Barbie wished she could play the Freaky Twin card but they’d never been close enough for that, “Whatever it is, it’s probably that you’re going to stay by him no matter what. You’ve uh, never really told him ‘no.’”

“He doesn’t accept when I tell him ‘no,’' The growl in his voice had her eyes on him again, and she blinked, “It doesn’t matter how many times, or ways, or… Or…” Tears pricked his nose and he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, tensing for a second when her hand came to rest on his shoulder. More words poured into his mouth but every last one died on his tongue, and when his lips parted, an ugly sob tore from them instead. Jerking to the side, he clung to his friend tightly, taking her by surprise with the suddenness of it all. Angry to crying? Or so angry that he had to cry?

“Hey, hey,” Her voice was soft, gentle, something that most people didn’t get out of her. Pulling him close, she rubbed a hand over his back, tutting at him a little as she shook her head, “No, look, he isn’t worth your tears… You have every right to be mad at him, yanno? You never give him the shit he deserves from you. I think it’s about damn time you stick up for yourself, Fizz. You’re twenty-three, now, and if you…” Her tone grew dark, and she let a low growl sink into her voice, “If you don’t say something to him, then I will. Because this is bullshit.”

And she felt partially responsible. It wasn’t like she knew it was this bad, but she definitely had never stepped in before. Maybe she should have sooner. 

Of course, her admittance (or was it a threat?) only made his tears flow harder, and his shoulders quaked as she gathered him into her lap. While she couldn’t say she was the best at handling other people crying around her, she’d always been better at dealing with it if it was from her boys. Blitzo, though, had been booted from the club for the night, at least, for what he was doing to Fizzarolli. The guy was apparently pretty fucked up over it if he was sobbing like this, and that wasn’t going to fly tonight. 

“Okay, uh, I… H-how about this?” Barbie’s head swung from side to side as she tried to take in what was available to her right now. The brown glass bottle on the dresser caught her eye, and she glanced back down at the quivering, wet imp dampening her top, before sighing, “I’ll share some of my stash with you. Just… You know. You deserve it.”

“Your… Y-your stash…?” Fizz slowly lifted his head enough that he could shift his eyes up to look at her, and she gave him the best attempt at a kind smile she had in her.

“Yeah, Fizz, you’re like a brother to me. Of course, I’d share with you.”

“...You’d n-n-never sh-share with Bli-Blitzo…”

She cringed, but he was right.

“You’re like the brother I don’t want to punch.” She finally chirped, gently scooting him back to his own knees. Rising to her feet, she tossed the box of tissues on the dresser at him, “Clean yourself up, yeah? You were crying pretty hard.” His eyes fell to his lap as he wiped at his face, blew his nose several times, and rubbed his fists into his teary eyes. She left him to go to the small trailer she shared with her father, as Blitzo didn’t really stay with them anymore, digging into the depository of booze she kept under the bench seat at the table.

It took her a little longer than she’d intended to get back to him, but when she did, he had a nice little pile beside him, and an empty box of tissues he was slowly dropping them back into. The odd despondency in every movement made her wish that she’d stayed a little bit more sober on her way back from the trailer. Stumbling on her little hooves, she whooped as she finally tipped over beside him, ending up on her ass. His surprised yelp shocked her more than the ground rising up to meet her, and she grinned at him.

“Hey, hey, pretty boyyyy, no more sad,” She purred, leaning over with the bottle in her hand, “I found… I found the good one. Tastes like caaaaaaandyyyy~” The way Barbie was already swaying while leaning on him had Fizzarolli a little more tense than he felt was normal, even if he never felt all that anxious around her. He’d been about ready to pull back when the Omega wrapped her arms around his neck, and she crawled into his lap, this time. Holding the bottle by his nose, she wiggled it a little, giggling when his nose wrinkled up, “No, no, it’s for drinking. Smells like gasoline.” The way she said it almost made it sound like a joke, but… She wasn’t wrong.

“It really does, B…” He mumbled, closing his eyes, “I don’t think I–” But as he spoke, she pushed the bottle tighter against his lips and tipped it back. He sputtered loudly, but enough of it hit his tongue that he tasted it. As his muscles drew tight, his stomach lurched and for a second he thought he might throw up, but instead, his mouth fell open a little more. Two gulps managed to go down his throat before he gagged and his last one ended up all down the front of both of their shirts.

“Eewwwwwwwwwwwwww, bitch, you iiiiiicky~” She cackled, giggling shortly after as she pressed in closer to the Alpha’s body, resting her cheek on his shoulder for a moment, “‘S’okay, ‘S’kay. It’s okay. Not everyone’s good at it the first time.” Her tone was soothing despite the clear amusement in it, and he was sure he felt her lips drag against his shoulder as she lifted her head again. 

The bottle and the hand wrapped around it had fallen into her lap, and she blinked a couple of times as she lifted it to her lips like it surprised her. After taking a few pulls from it, she took one of Fizzarolli’s hands and wrapped it tightly around the neck of the cherry red glass. With a few vague gestures with her arms, she bid him to drink, cheering for him with a giggling belch when he finally brought it to his mouth. For a second, discomfort colored his scent, but she shook her head, taking his cheeks in her hands.

“Noo, no, we don’t do that, do we?” She clicked her tongue at him, shaking her head, blinking a few times before closing her eyes entirely, squeezing her whole face inward. When she opened her eyes again, it was as wide as she could, her mouth falling open as well, “C’mon, Fizz, it heeelps, trust me~ It’s how I deal with Blitzo, too~” The sing-songed promise had him glancing back into the bottle before sighing.

“Okay, okay… Y-Yeah. Okay.” Finally, the Alpha took the bottle in both hands, arms encircling the Omega in his lap. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a deep breath before finally sighing and knocking his head back. Pouring a decent amount of it straight down his throat, he gagged and choked after he hit his limit. Barbie would have liked to see him swallow more, but when he panted and his chest heaved when he was finished, she seemed pleasantly appeased.

“Feel better, sweetheart?” She asked, moving to lay her face against his neck once more. He hiccupped a couple of times, absently thumbing his shirt over his ribcage, before just nodding dumbly. Passing the bottle back to her, he went still for a second when she leaned into him a bit more for her next drink. Yelping suddenly as his weak, shaking arm gave way behind him, they ended up in a dazed puddle of limbs and booze on the dirt floor of their clown alley. At first, the air was thick with the tension-filled anxiety they’d been contending with minutes before, and Barbie held her breath, plastered against his chest, and listened for any telltale signs of… Something. Bad, that was all she could really figure that she was waiting for. Bad.

And then something else blossomed in the alcohol-soaked earth that took her by surprise. A loud bark of a laugh left Fizzarolli, jostling her a little more against the Alpha’s stomach, and after a second’s confusion, she joined him. Rolling into the dirt beside him, she pillowed her head on his shoulder, and they shifted from manic laughter to disjointed giggles and back again. There wasn’t a word spoken between them for what felt like ages, just soft laughing and the occasional tongue sliding into the bottle they had depleted hours previous to try and chase out a few more drops.

“Barbie? Dad’s looking fo– Fizz?!” 

How long had time crawled on after they had settled like a city against the dust, unmoving except for the occasional shift of nonsensical jokes between them if Blitzo’s voice rang out overhead? Two pairs of pink eyes shifted up to meet the battered Alpha above them, and Barbie was the first one to try and sit up. For what it was worth, Fizzarolli did try, lifting his head and then rolling unsuccessfully onto his side. Half on his hip and half on his back, he twisted to get his other arm underneath her shoulders, hoping to get her up onto her butt.

“Are– Are you both fucking drunk?” Blitzo narrowed his eye sharply, the right one already being swollen shut from the fight he’d signed up for. His lip was split, and blood was smeared over his face and busted knuckles. The shirt he wore was tight, sealed to his red and white skin by sweat and blood alike, and Barbie absently reached over to Fizzarolli’s face.

“Ow! Shit!” Suddenly lurching to the other side, Fizzarolli’s hands flew to his eye, and Barbie sheepishly crawled after him with a ‘shit, sorry!’ on her tongue that sounded almost genuine. Then again, Blitzo didn’t think she knew how to be genuine when she was drunk, if only because she was always so brutally honest that he didn’t think she could really feel that way. 

“Yeah, so what?” Barbie finally asked, and the two Alphas alone with her had to pause and glance at her. She blinked a couple times before offering a soft, queasy smile, “We’re both fucking drunk. We’re drunk, Fizz. So fuckening… Fucking… So drinky.” Back to giggling, she collapsed back against his side, resting her chin on the curve of his waist. Blitzo gaped at them for a solid minute, watching as his best friend slowly arched and twisted around to hold her close to his chest again.

“What are you guys drinking for?” Blitzo knew Barbie’s excuse could be literally anything from an actual reason to a snorted ‘your mom,’ but as far as he knew, Fizzarolli had never had a single drop of alcohol in his body, ever. For any reason. 

Fizzarolli dealt with his problems the same way he dealt with anything else; Practice. When he was happy, he practiced, when he was sad, he practiced, when he was frustrated, he practiced, when he felt anything at all and a show wasn’t coming up? Practice, practice, practice.

“We jus’... And he… Then I was like…” Barbie all but flopped entirely onto her friend’s chest, and Fizzarolli caught her a few seconds too late, clutching her tightly to his chest. She lay on her back, arched over him like she’d been made for it, and it had Blitzo’s eyes narrowing.

“It’s okay, B.” Blitzo bristled when Fizzarolli called her that so easily, watching his slow wiggling until he could help her sit up on her own. Turning to look up at his best friend, the slimmer Alpha offered a little, secretive smile, “Help me g-get her to… The uh, the… To the thing, and we’ll get ‘er to bed and…” He shivered a little bit as her nails drug over his arm, and he flopped over onto his stomach into a push-up position, “And then I’ll pick you up.” 

“Pick me up?” Blitzo stooped to scoop his sister into his arms, forgoing putting her on her delicate hooves and just cradling her lithe form against his chest, “What–”

“Shhhh, shh, shh.” Fizzarolli leapt to his feet, unused to the resistance that his sudden lack of balance offered him as he stumbled back into the dresser behind him, “‘S okay, Blitz… Just… Jusshhhh.” Holding out what was probably meant to be a finger at his lips, the slimmer imp just grinned at him. Blitzo was pretty sure there was no need for the sign of the horns in his insistent shushing, but he couldn’t help but return that grin regardless. 

The other Alpha had no right to be so fucking adorable but now wasn’t the time, not with the way Barbie was nudging her face into his neck and babbling. 

“Do you uh, have it? For a sec? I’ll just drop her off.” Blitzo blurted, watching Fizzarolli’s head lifting suddenly to look at him in surprise; He apparently didn’t know that he hadn’t been looking at him, because the sudden sight of Blitzo and Barbie standing a few feet in front of him seemed shocking.

“Uh-huh, yeah.” Fizz should be collecting the first aid kit, anyway, he thought absently, though he couldn’t quite remember where it was. Watching Blitzo carry his sister off, he turned slightly, deciding that the drawers on their would-be vanity were probably as good a bet as any for the kit to be hiding in.

“I can’t believe you got him drunk.” Blitzo admonished quietly, and Barbie just laughed at him.

“He’s a better time when he is than you are.” She jeered, poking her brother in the face, “Fizz’s cool ‘n junk, and he needed it. You fuuuuuuuucked uuuuuuuuuuup~” She trilled as her grin threatened to take over her face, and the Omega stuck her tongue out at him before an abnormally long blink stole her attention.

“I did not, you’re just jealous that he’s my friend.” To say that he’d never really grown out of his childish denial about being wrong wasn’t wrong, and the Omega just poked both corners of his mouth with her claws, head tilting.

“Whateeeeeever, Blitzo, I’m not the one that fucked up.” 

Except that maybe she had.

When Blitzo passed her over to their father and was subsequentially shooed from the trailer, he did his best to ignore what he knew would be happening. Ever since what had happened with their mom, things had gotten weird, and he didn’t want to think about it.

Approaching Fizzarolli in clown alley once more, he tilted his head as he watched his friend shifting the same couple of shirts this way, then that, and sigh, only to do it again.

“What are you doing?” His confusion was written into his voice, and when Fizzarolli finally looked up at him, it was with a thoughtful sigh. Expression clearing up seconds later, he saw the red medical bag clutched in Blitzo’s claws, and he rose back to his feet. It was still so weird to see Fizzarolli stumbling around like that, but he figured he could try and ignore it for now.

“I was lookin’ fer this.” Tapping the zippered bag in the other’s hands, Fizzarolli tugged Blitzo over to the stool they usually took turns using for their makeup between shows. Waiting for him to sit, he ignored the starry-eyed stare his friend kept trained on his face, taking the first aid kit and opening it up. All he needed to do was clean up the blood, really, right? Wipe him down with a cloth or… He didn’t have that. What he did have were baby wipes.

“Why were you drinking?” Blitzo really needed to know, but Fizzarolli’s index finger pressed against his lips and he shook his head, shushing him again, “What the Hell? What’s with the shushing?”

“Horses like it.” Fizzarolli’s matter-of-fact statement shut his busted-up friend up pretty quickly, and he sat there and gawked as he was half-carefully cleaned up and left smelling ‘powder fresh’ with a wide eye. After the wipe grazed his top eyelid, he closed it, letting the other clown work over his skin.

“I… Are you okay?” 

“Shhhhhhhhhh, no talking, clown horsie.” Fizzarolli neighed for him for the first time since they were kids, and Blitzo figured that, maybe, things weren’t so bad. As long as this was an isolated incident, then things would be fine. They’d be normal, even.

Granted, Blitzo was pretty enthusiastic about joining his friend on the couch in his trailer that night, holding him against his chest and purring him to sleep. Maybe a couple of these drunk nights would be cool because it opened the other clown up to his affection with no need for a confession in the morning.

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AN: I have no idea where this is going exactly, though I have an idea and some scattered scenes in mind for it. With any luck, we can keep it going, I’m having a lot of fun with this dumb idea. Here’s to the next one!

[astharoshebarvon]

vampire knight

Will this be a rant? Of sorts, maybe.

It seems now there is another discourse in VK fandom, this time about whether Ren and Ai will be a romantic couple or not. Firstly, Hino is drawing them in a suggestive way, that’s true.

Do I care if they end up together or not? Not really. She has drawn Kaname and Zero in a suggestive way many times, hell, even in recent covers Zero is literally all over Kaname. Not to mention Zero/Kaname has way more fanfictions and incredible fanarts than either of the canon straight couples. It’s true, just check it.

Think what you want, above illustration is pure Zero/Kaname and Yume.

And, in the below one, Zero’s hand...Sorry, two rivals and enemies just don’t do that.

Look at the above illustration, that’s not how two guys stand if they are enemies, they just don’t.

Secondly, both Ai and Ren have an intense need of another’s blood. Now, many people say their relationship is creepy…

Sorry, but many shoujo mangas and mainstream novels have the same crap. The girl is obsessed with the boy and also ends up with him. Yikes. Gross.

And, those stories are celebrated. So, why be against these two? Oh, wait, it’s because they are not hetero.

Hino is not doing anything great even if they do come out as a couple, Clamp has done it many times and Clamp works are way more popular than Hino’s can ever be.

X, a shoujo genre manga has Kamui and Fuuma.

They loved each other, don’t even try to argue with me about it.

Seishirou and Subaru, the most tragic couple of manga and anime are also in it. CCS has Yue with Clow Reed, Yukito/Yue and Touya, Sakura and Tomoyo, some of these feelings are one sided, but none of them are hated.

These couples are way more popular than whole VK manga. Rg Veda, another shoujo has Amaterasu and Souma, Taishakuten and Ashura-ou, Yasha and Ashura can also be interpreted as an M/M couple. Oh, wait. That’s canon. They are together in Tsubasa.

And, don’t get me started on Fai and Kurogane. There you go people, these are shonen and shoujo mangas which have same sex couples.

And, the readers know there was something going on between Fai and Kurogane even if it’s not stated explicitly.

Clamp literally said,”do not call Fuuma and Kamui brothers”. They are soulmates. They don’t even mention the obsessed fangirl, kotori.

Arina Tanemura, whose stories are a perfect example of a  fangirl ending with the guy they were after, also has a single M/M couple in one of her works. Mostly in her stories, the main girl likes one guy, but in the end, that guy never ends up with her. He ends up with one of the obsessed fangirls.

Am I still bitter about how dirty the mangaka did Itsuki Otomiya? Yes. The sweetheart doesn’t even know Haine was his daughter, and the whole bloody cast had coloured illustrations, a freaking artbook is there for the series, but not a single illustration for him. Yikes.

I hope she redeems herself and makes Tokita and Chikage a couple in 31 Ai dreams. The only series of hers which didn’t have this cliché was Sakurahime Kaden and Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne.

And, let’s be honest, Eiichi would have have ended up with another fangirl if he wasn’t dead in Full moon. Thank god he was spared that bullshit. But, then again, he dies. That’s not good either.

Gentleman’s alliance cross, Nekota are just bad. Yes, the art is beautiful, but that doesn’t mean the males of her series deserved to end up with obsessive fangirls.

The one with underage relationship, Nekota or whatever [thank god that was never picked up by Viz.] In this, the blue haired dude, Serizawa, who the main girl liked from the beginning didn’t end up with her, he ended up with a fangirl. Ugh.

And, it is incestuous, the girl has feelings for her underage cousin.  Right.

Her art is beautiful, but damn it, her stories are so annoying.

For her only M/M couple in shinshi doumei cross, she had to make one half of the MM couple a cross dresser.

The guy, Maora was wearing woman’s clothing every time he and Maguri were shown together. He was never once shown as his real, tall self with Maguri.

And, she has said she isn’t comfortable with yaoi, but is okay with shonen ai.

Right.

But the point is, it’s been done many times.

In Hana Kimi, one of the protagonist’s elder brother is gay. He was the school’s physician if I am not wrong. So, Hino is not doing anything new.

Kyou Kara Maou is a shoujo manga, but it has Wulfrum and Yuri, two guys as a main couple. Granted, nothing happens, but they are engaged.

The manga was published in Asuka, a shoujo magazine.

Same goes for uraboku, Luka loves Yuki, regardless of the fact whether he is a female or a male. Senshirou and Kuroto were together, Hotsuma and Shusei were married in previous lives and they were very much together in the present as well.

Do I think Ren and Ai will end up together, I dunno. Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. But I don’t think she will show them as a couple. If she will, fine. If she doesn’t, then also fine. They have an intense desire to be with each other, and their relationship is not parallel to Kaname and Yuuki’s or Haruka and Juri’s.

One can say they are like Rido, Yuuki’s uncle, not like the above two couples.

There are many differences between them and the two couples.

And, let’s not forget the harem Sara created, in fact she even kissed one of the girls.

Do I care about Ren and Ai ? No.

My sole reason for reading this manga is: Yume. Just bring Yuuki back and show Yume happily ever after. I really don’t care who ends up with whom.

But some reasons regarding Renai are hypocritical. This manga has incest, why are you being bothered by it now? Hell, she drew Ichiru and Zero in suggestive way too, and Zero’s care for Ichiru could also be questioned in that case.

I am not sure if the above is Zero and Ichiru or Zero with another personality of his, I don’t want to see my artbook right now, but it can be seen as Zero and Ichiru.

We don’t like yuri and yaoi.

Well, in that case I really hope it happens so it’ll tick off the people who make this statement. Yes, it’s a derogatory statement.

If the mangaka wants to do it, she can, it’s her choice. Hate her for it, plenty do. Zekis and yumes do for their reasons. I dislike the way she does things too, I hate many things she has done. But, hey she still did them.

Read Yona of the dawn in that case, that’s the only series which isn’t “problematic”

But,  Kija and Jaeha can be shipped in that too. I do ship them. And, the author has drawn shonen ai doujinshi’s.

And, Yona was in love with Su-won in the beginning, who is her cousin. Incest is incest, whether it’s between siblings or cousins, they are family.

I really don’t think Hino will show Ren and Ai as a couple. Siblings who are weirdly close, yes. Romantic couple, I don’t think so. If I am wrong, fine.

Just give me my Yume happy ending, and Takuma and Seiren scenes. I literally don’t care about the kids relationship. I just don’t. First, I had to suffer through that traitor’s crap with the stupid bint, Sayori, now this.

Edit :  Finally I read this chapter…

I don’t understand how anyone can even compare whatever crap that is going on between Ai and Ren to Yume and Haruka / Juri. The Kuran couples never looked so fucking weird with each other.

I was absolutely right in thinking their feelings for each other are reminiscent of what Rido felt. Just because Ai is Yume’s daughter doesn’t mean she’s a perfect character. Give me a break. Then again she had a crush on Zero as well.

And, she was raised among people like Ruka and Aidou, traitors and obsessed idiots. It’s no wonder she turned out idiotic.

She looks weird when she says, “she had her sister with her” to Youko.

I am not going to post the image cause its just bad.

Yume and Haruka/Juri were never so fucking creepy. Never.

Ren is just so bland and sad in everything that I don’t know what to think. Youko was the only one who wasn’t weird in this Ch.

The author should just wrap this up, it’s neither interesting nor is evoking any feelings in readers. It’s as bad Sayori/Aidou crap. Just stop with the useless story arcs, show Kaname and Yuuki together and end this shit.

I really don’t think the two girls will end up together. Their scenes aren’t sweet, and if she wants to show them, just do it and move on. They are both boring and least interesting. They are so bad it will not matter whether are together or apart.

They are as bad as other creepily obsessed M/F couples in novels and shoujo manga where the obsessed fangirl ends with the boy. This trope itself is gross. Who even cares about them?

They are only being hyped because they are two girls. When people thought Ren was a boy there wasn’t much reaction. I know there wasn’t. But now that they are two girls…

Hate them because they are stupid, no point in saying we don’t like them because its FF relationship. That’s just bigotry. Or maybe the author should be honest and say I wanted Zero and Kaname to fuck but Yuuki kept on getting in the way. So, I decided to pair their daughters together. because according to the author incest is fine in VK.  Just drop this crap already Hino.

I mean what the hell is up with this boring arc ?

I don’t even understand why stupid shit like this is overlooked in MF couples but if same happens in same sex, everyone is like, looks its unhealthy.  Incest, age difference, obsessed idiots/ fangirls, they are all bad.

I love Clamp, but that Rika and Terada thing was just plain gross. Same goes for Rin and Sesshoumaru.

I kept on telling myself about the latter one, no they are a parent child relationship. But at one point, I had to accept it was anything but family love. I love Sesshoumaru and always will. But I can’t get behind Rin/Sessh or whatever nonsense it was. Sessrin is celebrated, it’s a fact. It’s creepy, don’t deny it.

I know some of their artists and Sesskag [yuck] kept on leaving rude comments on SessKik fanworks, my favourite ship.

And Terada/Rika thing is overlooked because, let’s be honest CCS is fucking awesome. I overlook it and concentrate on yue yukito/ touya, syaoran/sakura.

I just want this RenAi thing to go away. I can’t stand either of them. Just show Kaname and Yuuki together and end this series. Hino should wrap it up and start a new one. VK will not gain the popularity it had at one point no matter what. The author is just coming off as desperate.

[thehollowprince]

Hey, it’s the “coding” anon here and honestly that answer to my question was excellent and the exact reason I come to your blog. I would absolutely love to hear you go on about the fetishization of m/m relationships!

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a week, and I want to apologize. I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this one, but I'm overworked at the moment. I've been pulling 60+ hour work weeks, by myself and I haven't had off since the first of December, so I'm a little tired. But I'm here and I'm ready to murder this bitch of a subject.

For starters, and for context, in case anyone who sees this doesn't follow my blog or, if you do and don't really pay attention, I am a gay man, so a lot of this comes from my own personal experience.

Now, onward my fandom soldiers.

M|M Fetishization & Objectification

I've only been super active within fandom spaces for the last couple of years. Before that, I just scrolled through Tumblr and reblogged gifsets and fluffy headcanons and whatnot, but even then I noticed a trend in fandoms that made me uncomfortable. That trend was the overabundance of gay men (chatacters) in fandom works, especially when there either weren't any gay men in that show or book or whatever.

I'm not at all saying we need less of that. I want and need more gay characters in the things I watch and read. That's actually one of the criteria I look for before I start a new show, or a book series or comics. I want to see myself represented in the media I consume, even if it is only this one tiny piece of who I am. But the problem for me arose when I saw all these fan works and headcanons and gifsets and thesis length metas about gay or bi male characters that were neither of those things in their original source material.

The biggest examples of this occured in fairly popular shows that I loved at one point, but do to a combination of bad writing and then the horrible fandom, drove me to actively dislike and avoid them. And that's always a sad thing, when you end up losing the love you had for something because others just won't let you enjoy it as it is.

Those two examples are Teen Wolf and Supernatural.

For years I watched people go on and on and on and on about Stiles Stilinski and Dean Winchester and how they were bisexual and so on and so forth.

There's nothing wrong with headcanoning a character as gay or bisexual, especially when those characters are severely lacking on screen and on paper. The problem arose when the fandom at large started to ignore the ACTUAL gay or bisexual characters that are in these shows and focus solely on their headcanons as the only representation in the show.

To start with Teen Wolf, we had, in the first season, an openly gay character that everybody in the school loved, that being Danny Mahealani. This character was introduced as gay from the very start, but oddly enough, there is almost no large fandom meta or fics or anything about him. In fact, a lot of his traits and qualities ended up transferred to Stiles, such as his intelligence and overall popularity. Hell, even Danny's attraction to Derek was stolen and transferred to him. These aren't things that Stiles is overall known for in the actual canon. He's clumsy and socially awkward and on the outskirts of the school like Scott (the main character) and has been obsessed (to the point of being considered a stalker) with one girl since elementary school, but somehow, in fandom, Stiles is suddenly the genius polyglot queer with severe depression who has a crush on the broody muscular werewolf who just wants somebody to love him.

Fandom created this portrayal of the character that didn't exist anywhere in the fandom except for his appearance. The reason I saw behind this was twofold. 1: fangirls (fandom is mostly female) want to see two "hot" guys kiss and get it on because they get off to it, much in the same way that straight men get off to lesbian porn. 2: Stiles (or any of these headcanoned characters) becomes a sort of self insert.

What I mean by that second one is that women and girls find a male character that's not "too masculine", usually kind of gangly or skinny, somewhat on the effeminate side. Someone that they can project their ideas and insecurities and so forth onto so that they can that pursue that relationship with the hunky manly man that they want to bang.

You may be asking yourself, "Why don't they just use one of the female characters as a self insert?" and I'm here to tell you that I have neither the time nor the experience to go into detail about internalized misogyny and how effects the way women do almost everything, even watching and interpreting their media.

But the reason they chose the male character is that, years ago, during the dark days of FF.net there was a lot of self insert OCs that infiltrated almost every level of fanfiction. Which caused the fandom gatekeepers to rear out of their hibernation and just shame anyone who tried to introduce an Original Character to this already beautiful world and ruin it with their lusts. Thus the OCs slowly disappeared and identifying with the male sidekick was born. And this is generally where we get the whole "my smol gay son!" bullshit. (side note: please keep in mind that 75% of shows are male characters and their problems, which is another cause for female fans to identify solely with men.)

So, for years, I watched Danny, and then his boyfriend Ethan, being shoved aside in fandom spaces so that the fans could focus Sterek (Stiles and Derek) despite the fact that both characters were stared to be heterosexual and that, on screen, they expressed nothing but mutual dislike for one another, if not outright hatred. This got so bad that Sterek, the crack ship whose members had no romantic or sexual interactions whatsoever, managed to beat (by a very large margin) actual gay ships from both this show and others in a fan poll. It got even worse when the character of Danny was written off the show (with no explanation) and we were introduced to the character of Mason.

Mason Hewitt was everything that fandom!Stiles was. He was smart and funny and openly gay and crushing on a hot werewolf. He even did the research that the fandom loved to attribute to Stiles, literally everything that the fandom had Stiles doing in fanon, but somehow the love for him (Mason) wasn't that big of a note in the fandom. I mean, Mason was even a major plot point of season five and the pack's mission to stop the Beast, but i heard nothing but cricket chirps from the fandom.

You'd think that after Stiles was written out of the show for the last season that maybe Mason will get some love now, right?

Wrong!

I didn't think it was possible to get any worse, but the fandom proved me wrong. Because instead of focusing all their pent up energy on Mason and his boyfriend, Corey, who had a number of cute moments in that final season, these fans focused on another crack ship that had no basis anywhere except in their fantasies. That ship being Thiam, which is based, once again, around two characters who actively dislike, if not outright hate, each other and even physically assault one another. But no, that apparently is a display of affection by someone who is emotionally stunted and just needs love to blossom and be his true self.

You notice how often the fetishization of homosexuality (even if only imagined) intersects with woobification?

You'll notice, if you look at Danny and Mason, that they're both POC, with Danny being brown (Hawai'ian) and Mason being black. Now, as I've said before on this blog multiple times, I am the Whittest White Man to ever White, so I don't have any qualifications to talk about fandom racism, so I'm just going to leave that little nugget there for you to think about and interpret how you will.

Moving on to Supernatural...

Before we start with this one, understand that I have not watched this show outside of an episode here and there since season eight, because I realized that no, this show wasn't going to get any better, so if any of this is contradictory to what has happened over the past six seasons (god, this show needs to die!) I do apologize.

Dean Winchester... I never really liked this character, especially as the show went on and I started to actively dislike and then, hate him. So it was annoying not being able to go into any aspect of the Supernatural fandom without coming across a post about Dean and his issues or his Bi sexiness or how his brother was mean to him.

Also, people, understand that this wasn't a new revelation for me. My dislike for Dean and the fandom's obsession with making him bisexual just so they could hook him up with Cas wasn't an overnight decision. I was there...

I was there at the Beginning, when this show first aired, when the ONLY constant characters on this show were Sam and Dean. I endured the hellfire that was Wincest and its infection of almost the entire fandom. Like, that right there, that was one of the most extreme cases of m|m fetishization I've ever seen, because the fandom needed to get off to two guys being together so badly that they turned to actual brothers for want of any other male character.

That's why Destiel immediately became so popular, because here was another guy that we saw with semi regularity that wasn't rated to the Winchesters, obviously they were meant to ship them.

Now, you may be asking yourself, "I thought this bitch was going to talk about gay fetishization, not his dislike for one character?" to which I'll just say I very easily go off tangent. But all of that is relevant because, come one of these later seasons, there was a scene where Dean was at a bar and the (male) bartender hit on him, and he didn't react negatively or homophobic.

Oh, my God, I watched my dash and the tags explode in post after post, meta after meta, about how Bi Dean was canon confirmed! Now he and Cas will HAVE to be together, because its canon that Dean likes guys. and Cas is an angel, who doesn't follow human sexual limitations, and... blah, blah, blah.

Cut to a few years later, and we're introduced to a character named Max Banes, a witch and hunter, who is openly gay and flirts with Sam in his first appearance. Where were all of his metas and fanfics and headcanons? Granted, he only appeared in two episodes, but I have watched people in this and other fandoms build mountains our of molehills, going on and on about how two male characters weren't actually straight and how they were destined to be together because the once wore similar style shirts a couple of seasons apart, or because of a carnation in a jacket pocket that signified love via the Victorian flower code (or something like that), or how the wallpaper of that room they shared a scene in was a subtle clue to their true desire for each other, etc.

And I'm not exaggerating there, those are actual examples I've seen in fandoms over the years.

But back to Max, why is it that he was left along the wayside, despite fitting most of the criteria that fandoms love in their m|m ships while Dean had entire thesis level posts about that time he shared a glance with Castiel or he let a bartender hit on him and not get upset?

And its not just these two shows, not by a long shot. If you were to go into literally any fandom of a certain size or bigger, you will come across fans putting two straight characters together because of "the chemistry" they have. Even if those characters are confirmed to be straight - especially if those characters are confirmed to be straight. Because when these loud fans don't get their crack ship that they rub one out to, they scream queerbaiting and homophobia and oppression, harassing the actors and producers and directors and writers.

Here are some others that just pop to the front of my mind...

Asher Millstone from How To Get Away With Murder (saw him shipped with Connor a lot, despite Connor's actual boyfriend)

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson from BBC's Sherlock

Tony Stark from Marvel comics (all because of one panel where he said "ladies and gents" when he announced he was off the market

Literally any male character in the MCU, which is his we get the things like Stucky and Stony that permeate the fandom on almost every level (and some leeway is given here because of the MCU's lack of wueer characters)

Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries/The Originals (honestly, I was surprised that people in the TVD fandom weren't immediately all over Josh and Lucas, because they're literally everything that fans want and use in their headcanon gays)

Kol Mikaelson and Jeremg Gilbert, also from TVD

Elia and Filippo from Skam Italia (despite there being, once again, actual gay characters on this show. Hell, the entire second season was dedicated to a character coming out of the closet and being with a guy)

Etc.

I could go on and on but then this post would seem infinite.

Closing thoughts, please keep in mind that I am just one guy and that my opinions don't represent everyone in fandom spaces. But also bear in mind, that my frustrations are well founded and valid from my own experiences in the fandom.

My sexuality and the fact that I'm attracted to men is not a toy for a bunch of sexually repressed fangirls who think two guys being together is hot.

[nevermeanttofall]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

DISCLAIMER: These are all rules and information for romantic/sexual ships.  Platonic ships are always welcome <3

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:  It is currently a tie between Sastiel and Casifer :3

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:  If I’m comfortable with you, I will literally rp anything with you (even things I normally wouldn’t).  As long as the mun and muse are of age, I will write anything from abusive/destructive relationships to the fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed.  I’m up for gore, violence, humiliation, abuse and any other twisted relationship you can fathom within realistic limits.  At the same time, I also love rping fluff and domestic threads.  The only limits I have are with certain kinks (such as watersport, scat, vomit) and anything involving minors.  Another thing to keep in mind is that hate ships don’t usually work with Cas.  If he hates a muse, he hates them and if they insult him, he won’t like them.  Unless your muse can force him to stay (physically or through other means), he’ll likely leave assholes.  If you’re unsure of what kinks or situations I’m okay with, just ask :)

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: The muse can never be under the age of 21 for nsfw threads that aren’t smut.  This is not up for debate as it is for my own comfort.  Otherwise, Castiel’s vessel is currently in his 40s so I typically look to ship with characters within 10 years of that age range.  I usually rp Cas in season 4 if the muse is in their 20s since big age gaps creep me out.  Yes, I know he’s technically an angel and old as dirt, but I’m talking more about his vessel than anything else.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Not gonna lie, it depends on the muse and mun. I will say that I don’t ship destiel, but would be happy to point Deans to Castiels that love this ship.  I’m big on certain ships and more willing to ship right away (sastiel/casifer), while other ships usually have me needing more development and time to see if they’re possible with Cas.  It’s a big help if we talk ooc a lot since I can learn better about the mun and know what they want from the ship.  If it’s something I can get behind, I’ll go for it.  Otherwise, they can have a friendship to start and see where it goes.  I will say that if the mun just wants a big, strong angel to sleep with their  muse, it’s better to look somewhere else.  Cas only has sex  willingly with those he knows and cares for.  No amount of ‘seducing’ will change that.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:  I usually start tagging it when one of them is blushing or one of them is doing the dirty talking.  I set the bar low since I’m sometimes at school or work so I have to be careful.  That being said, I never specify why a thread is labelled as nsfw so anything from sex to violence may be tagged as nsfw.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: I will ship him with most of the guys in Supernatural, but I strongly lean towards Sam or any of the angels.  While I can totally ship with females, the mun has to accept that I don’t do anything close to steamy with m/f ships as I feel awkward writing it; insisting on writing m/f smut will end badly.  I am also open to ship with other characters from other fandoms if the chemistry works between our characters.  OCs are ones I rarely ship with, mainly since it takes much longer to form a relationship with a complete stranger for Cas.  The only exception is usually ooc friends.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Yes, please.  If your muse tries to make a move on Cas and he doesn’t know them, chances are it will not end well for your muse (unless they’re somehow stronger than Cas, but then that goes into noncon territory which should be discussed first).  If he does know them, then it really depends on the character.  Cas is dense when it comes to flirting so that’ll fly over his head unless the other muse is really blunt (aka ‘hey, you’re sexy and I want to fuck you’).  But again, there’s no guarantee Cas will react positively to that, regardless of who your character might be.  So, yes, please tell me you want to ship so we can work it out and you can tell me what you want from said ship.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Always.  I’m a slut for shipping XP  That being said, while I’m always up for developing the ship and doing fluff, I’m not always up for smut since it’s not my strong point.  Threads of the smut variety get dropped fairly quickly by me unfortunately.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  Of course :3 I also ship with multiples of the same character and even with other Castiels.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: I mean I love shipping, but it’s not the first thing I want or ask for when I follow someone.  I like for it to develop and see if there is potential in the two.  If I see it, I’ll be sure to come and tell you.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Isn’t this similar to the first question o.o;

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:  Throw a message my way saying ‘HEY WANNA SHIP’ and then be prepared for a barrage of questions ._.  Developing a ship with me is tricky because if it becomes obvious that your muse is just trying to cause havoc or use Cas, he and I’ll likely lose interest in the ship.  Cas is a romantic at heart and wants to have a strong bond beyond just sex.  Also Cas often pushes aside his own problems and prioritizes his partner’s which isn’t healthy.  A strong ship has both the characters working together to overcome problems either of them have.