#i am aware this is incoherent

[salemsrealm]

i have a theory. a genshin theory. a venti theory.

spoilers for entire game up to now.

In the finale of the most recent archon quest, focalors returns the power of the hydro throne to neuvilette. when he did his cool hydro thing to save the people of fontaine his little hair tails got longer and he looked a bit more hydro dragony

(screenshot from "The Death of a God | Genshin Impact" MaxLeveL on Youtube)

In the finale of the Mondstadt Archon quest, Dvalin gets a similar upgrade in appearance after saving the gang from falling to their deaths.

okay, so you know what i'm getting at here. so, let's establish some things.

neuvilette is the hydro dragon sovereign,

the dragons who are also known vishaps, were the previous civilization of tevat before the descenders and humans

in the 3.1 livestream Enjou (the abyss herald from enko) referred to dvalin as a vishap

dvalin has been around for about 2000 years, helping venti with mond

therefore, for this theory, it can be inferred that Dvalin is a potential new anemo dragon sovereign

but why do i think that venti was able to give Dvalin the power of the anemo throne back, like focalors did for neuvilette

the answer has to do with venti's trickster tendencies, forgery abilties, and his connection to the god of time.

so here's a quick rundown of the venti stuff:

he's a liar and trickster who tends to redirect most conversations hes in (watch any cut scene he's in)

he's known for forging things, from Morax's signature, to the Holy Lyre at the end of the mond archon quest

in Venti's trailer it is said he is "full of mystery, born from the branches of time, a history of glory and sorrow, a witness to the divine"; he also says is one of the thousand winds, the thousand winds is an epithet for the god of time; venti and the god of time were worshipped together at the thousand winds temple; venti used anemo powers to draw memories from the past during ludi harpastrum; and although he tends to be humble as a god, he does brag that there is not a song he doesn't know, past, present, or future; there is so much more

so, when focalors gives the hydro throne power back to neuvilette, it's in the shape of a watery orb. in the mond quest, as the gang is leaving old monstadt on the back of dvalin, venti sends an anemo power orb to dvalin, causing dvalin to light up all anemo and state "is this... the power of the anemo archon?" and questions it, venti responding that he is giving him proper freedom.

okay but it took focalors a lot of work to trick celestia and gather power to destroy the throne. focalors was not just trying to give back the power to neuvilette, that was just one of her goals. she was also trying to defy a judgement from celestia (known to turn people into hilichurls for accessing forbidden knowledge, and dropping nails onto misbehaving civilizations) That is why her plan is so convoluted. and successful.

why do i think venti could do something similar. because he lies about how powerful he is. when signora takes his gnosis, he could have just turned into wind and left. it's literally one of the first things we see him do. instead he just blows wind at her and talks in rhyme (like he does when he's performing). he says he's the weakest archon because of his non visibility and amount of worshippers, but out of the nations we've seen, he's got one of the most visible and active worship bases out of all the archons. he also tends to sleep during time of peace, ostensibly to stave off erosion, but it could also be a way to collect power over time.

we also know he doesn't like celestia, saying he wouldn't visit even if invited, and having that trauma flash in the manhua.

i think it is possible that the anemo throne is already destroyed, either in the past, or recently; or that it will be in the future, but venti was able the draw the power back into the past so that it could not be intercepted by a third party (tsarista, who wants to destroy celestia). we have seen time powers maintain an illusion from the present to the past (the great sakura tree was grown in the present, but also in the past thanks to istaroth and makoto). it is not far fetchted to think that ability could be used similarly on the throne.

venti, who cares for dvalin like family, returns the power of the anemo sovereign back to him, but uses time to keep up the illusion of the throne until such time that illusion is no longer needed. the throne is either already destroyed or will be destroyed, but the power is in dvalin. venti pretends to loose the gnosis to keep up the illusion to celestia that he is nominally loyal to them, but without the gnosis, he is now truly free

"Is this... the power of the anemo archon?"

Genshin Impact Venti Archon Quest Prologue Full Story Gameplay (Eng Dub) Bluemeat GG on youtube

[illusory-scripted]

i just think that the first saw apprentices are victims, like, lawrence and amanda endured so much, following the rules and literally finding purpose and a will to live. lawrence cut off his own foot, amanda killing a man. they suffered and passed their games. they learned how to make people suffer and atone because that is what they had to endure. they are as much jigsaw's apprentices as much as they are victims. mark hoffman is iconic. he just decided to saw trap his sisters killer because he deserved it. his victim wasnt meant to survive because he never suffered the same pain as a victim. he missed the point, and when he was allowed to apprentice, he thought he would go untested. even john kramer suffered before he made his first trap. jill suffered the loss of gideon and the death of john himself. mark never did. mark thought he would never suffer.

but thats a part of being an apprentice. you have to suffer. you have to be tested.

[ducktracy]

i've been in a very "nostalgic for SpongeBob" mood lately and that's warranted a lot of reflecting on Baby Me being a Sponge fanatic and thinking of what she'd think of now. and i have to say that one of my favorite parts of doing what i do--and also the most stupidly niche--is that one of my first online hyperfixations i recall having was SpongeBob production music. i remember animating magical girl transformations in Flipnote to SPONGEBOB MUSIC. i remember feeling so smart researching all the songs and getting to hear them without any dialogue on top. very gratifying to 11 year old me. i was and am still very fixated on production music, and so i always get very excited when seeing uploads of these songs and spotting a screenshot of a scene i worked on among them. one of my favorite aspects of watching episodes premiere is seeing what music they added on top of scenes i touched. it's just neat how many facets my thankfulness for Doing What I'm Doing gets to reach. i'm never not thinking of how grateful i am to be doing what i'm doing

[kuijoon]

Sampo and Seele look kind of similar, especially their clothing

So I like to think that when Sampo came to Jarilo-VI the first person he saw was Seele and he just rolled with it.

[townofcrosshollow]

People with BPD will be like "My boyfriend CHEATED ON ME!" and they're talking about him scrolling past a chaste selfie of a middle aged woman on Instagram

But also people with BPD will be like "Is my boyfriend cheating on me or am I just being crazy?" and they're talking about him rawdogging 50 other people but he said 'no cheatsies' before he did it

[stitched-hearts]

i love love looove ur art and posts please keep up the good work 🧸👍🩷

Thank you 🤧 this blog was originally gonna be reblogs only as I kinda explored this topic bc I was very unsure and uncomfortable with it at first. However there was a huge lack of the stuff I wanted to see and the fact that I even felt that way was enough confirmation that.....yeagh okay maybe I'm a plushie kisser after all. So ig I'm making posts now!!

[cytocutie]

Each node represents a momentary event with multiple possible outcomes. In this model of the multiverse, every possible outcome exists in some universe. This is what allows a hot-dog universe, despite its entirely different evolutionary conditions, to end up with laundromats, Bollywood, Debussy, Evelyn and Deirdre. Some separate paths convergently develop similar outcomes.

Inter-dimensional beings (Jobu Tupaki, Evelyn Quan Wang, Mr. Mxtylpk, The Spot) should be able to access all of these universes. By contrast, Miguel O'Hara's technology can only access universes with native Spiderifying radioactive spiders (including those such as Earth-42, whence originated a radioactive spider but not a Spider).

Properly speaking, the Pinocchio node also descends from "Humans (tool-using)".

Theological implications uncertain.

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

i don't need to have THREE spinoffs for an unfinished 75k fic. but also. aelwyn spinoff..... i am looking i am thinking etc

[spaceghostswim]

I've been going insane like really to a point of watching myself and making sure I am not left alone too much longer because I was (my fault i think) scammed out of $800 from some fucker i don't even know and I am too embarassed to admit it to the people in my life because all I do is fuck up with money. This isn't the first, second or even third time this has happened to me and whenever I open up or ask for help, I am infantilized and ridiculed.

When Hannibal said "I don't get the deal with counterfeit money, lets just print more, pass it around and buy sandwiches and cars" he was so right because I'm so sick of participating in money like just let me die in the dirt or do I have to pay for the hole they put me in the ground also?????

If this is what every single day of life is going to be forever I don't want to participate. I'm not suicidal but I'm longing for a place where I'm allowed to exist without having to sell myself.

Anyway I guess I will cry to In Rainbows again and pat my son until the feeling passes.

[pastelaspirations]

This gives me giant vibes of those teeny little gifs people would attach to the end of their posts in those early 2000s blog posts or something. Like, I don't even know, man, those really old blogs/internet discussion forums in the early 2000s that had these really cutesy, pixel art looped animations that often had a lot of sparkles. Please tell me I'm making sense-

[kalashtars]

venting in the tags yippeee

[deuterosapiens]

Cat Dad problem number 3120: It's time to put him outside and I have to be the villain for waking up something that looks like this:

My fuzzy baby

[slttygeto]

SING ME A SONG, OKAY? JJK MEN

⤷ in which these men are each assigned lyrics from certain songs.

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami keno.

content warning: overst!mulation, spanking, a little bit of a$$ play (barely there), ch0king, marking, mommy k!nk (?)

word count: 2,1k

note: I am slowly getting back into the game. welcome me guys.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

COMMISSIONS!

Gojo Satoru

"Come right on me--I mean, camaraderie!" (Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter)

The sinful strokes were a mocking contrast to the way Satoru was chuckling against your skin. Pink lips attached to your forehead, shushing your whines as he continues to thrust hard–with your knee pressed against your chest, you are trapped between Satoru’s broad chest and the mattress beneath you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he sees you reach your arms towards the pillow next to you, and his hand grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Awww, is it too much?” 

It was–he was suffocatingly huge, commanding presence matching the way his cock was obliterating your insides. It’s a miracle that you haven’t passed out with the way he was making you cum one after the other. On his fingers, on his tongue–on the newest toy that he had bought for you and now his cock. You were aware of his stamina, that he could last many rounds–but fuck, was he a beast.

“Satoru!” you squeal when he lifts up your hips, cock dragging against that sweet spot in your walls in a torturing way. You could barely think straight, fingernails dragging down his shoulders and painting his skin red in their wake. He lets go of your legs and you are quick to wrap them around his waist, heels digging into his back as you bring him impossibly closer to you.

“Fuck–fuck, baby,” he breathes out, face hovering over yours and his hands slide down to your sides where he squeezes them. His eyes focus on where his cock and your pussy connect, the sinful sound of ‘shlick, shlick’ as he pounds into you harder, gets your weeping cunt to convulse around him just the right away. 

And Satoru can tell when your orgasm is close–when your body arches and your jaw goes slack, when nothing can get to your head anymore–not even his dirty talk. Your hand wraps around his wrist and you squeeze it so tightly that your knuckles are turning white.

“Oh my god, oh my god–”

“Yeah baby, yeahhhh,” he grins and his index and middle finger land in his mouth, covering them with his spit before he goes down to rub your clit messily. That sends you over the edge. 

The sounds that leave your mouth are unholy, chest heaving and stuttering and your hips buck uncontrollably as your orgasm washes over you. “Satoru, please, please–” you say incoherently, begging him for something you weren’t even sure of. And the man above you watches with heart eyes as your clit twitches in pleasure. He really wants to last longer, wants to make you scream louder, let everyone know who you belong to—

“I’m gonna cum,” he sighs out, hips moving sloppily. “Fuck.” 

“Come on me.”

“What?” 

It’s like Satoru’s brain freezes, and he sees you push your tits together and your tongue lolls out in a pornographic way. You want to taste him. No, fuck it. You want him all over you. As proof that he fucked you so good, that he had his dick inside and you made him cum. 

“It’s g-gonna be messy—fuck!” 

“I like it messy, toru. Please.” 

“Oh shit.” his hand moves messily all over his cock as he jerks himself off, painting your boobs and some of your face with his cum. You close your eyes when you feel it land on your tongue, and Satoru could swear he was in heaven with the way you were scooping up some of his cum and licking it with your fingers.

“Delicious.” 

Geto Suguru

"So what're you doing tonight? Better say doing you right."(34+35 by Ariana Grande)

Did Suguru have a favorite position? You often wondered if your boyfriend had a preference when it comes to sex. If he did, you never felt it. Because sex with him was always dirty, nasty–you could ba

Well, at least not until now. 

Your boyfriend has your hips in a bruising grip as he pounds into you from behind, eyes fixated on the way your ass bounces with each thrust he delivers to your delicious cunt. He can’t help it. It looked so inviting, and with the way your back was arched, face buried in the pillow. Your  pretty manicured hand reaches back to press at his abs, begging him to slow down a bit—take it easy.

“Slow down? Are you sure?” he does slow down, but then he pushes at the small of your back, making your arch a bit deeper. Then he fixes himself from behind you and starts thrusting again, slow. Deep. 

If you didn’t feel how big Suguru was, you certainly do now. Your jaw falls open at how close he is to you. You could feel him all over you, the smell of his shampoo and a little bit of his natural scent reaches your nostrils and you fall in love all over again. 

“Sugu,” you sob pathetically, your hand still trying to push at his abs but this time it’s difficult. Impossible even. “I-I-”

“You what? Hm?” he leans down, lips pressed against your shoulder and he keeps his thrust slow, deep–the tip of his cock continuously dragging against the same spot that had your eyes rolling back and your body moving back and forth–trying to get more friction. 

“Awww, poor you,” his hot breath against your ear makes you shudder, until you feel a hand snaking down to your pussy and his finger starts rubbing at your clit. “Make a mess on me pretty girl–” 

You feel his hand push your head into the pillow and a strangled gasp leaves you as you feel his thrusts getting harder and faster all of a sudden. The bed starts moving from how hard he is pounding into you, your hands claw at the bed sheets and your muffled moans serve as motivation for Suguru to keep going–to keep fucking you until you were falling apart on him.

“Love staring at this fucking ass,” he hisses and his hand lands a smack on your ass. You gasp in surprise, but push back against him. “Fuckkk, can’t wait to fuck it one day,” it seems as though his own dirty talk pushes him over the edge. He starts to rub at your clit messily, head dropping to his chest as a string of curses leaves his lips. 

You can’t see him, but the thought of having him so out of control–so pussy drunk has your mind reeling and your pussy clamps down on him immediately, cumming all over his thick cock. His own orgasm follows soon after and your boyfriend collapses on top of you, refusing to pull out of you. 

“Sugu?”

“Let’s stay like this. ‘Til I get hard again.” 

Fushiguro Toji

"So please come and ride me, love when I'm deep inside you."(Rodeo (Remix) by Lah Pat).

“Come on, girl. You’re not gonna give me a show?” fucking Toji was always so intense. It left you sore and unable to sit properly for days after. The man was a beast, harsh hands spanking your ass and teeth biting your skin as though he couldn’t get enough of you. So his request for today was a bit surprising.

“But–Toji!” you whine a bit but start bouncing on him nonetheless. Slowly, maintaining eye contact and dragging your nails down his chest. He had such a boyish beauty to him–the scar on his lips looks so tempting, so you lean down to kiss him but a hand wraps around your neck and stops you from reaching his lips. 

“Cant’t have that. Not until you make yourself cum.”

“Wha-”

Smack!

“Get to work,” you could’ve easily gotten off and pouted for the rest of the day, but you were glad that you didn’t. The look on Toji’s face is one of bliss–his hand rests behind his head and you see him flex his arm and bite his lower lip as he tries to hold in his noises. 

“Nu-uh Toji,” you say breathlessly, gorgeous tits bouncing as you drag your cunt up and down on his cock. Toji’s green eyes stare at your boobs, and then he is sitting up and placing a hand on the small of your back–pushing you closer to him until one of your boobs is in his mouth.

You let out a pained hiss when you feel his teeth playfully nip at the skin, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking ecstatically. The hand on the small of your back then travels lower, in between your ass cheeks and a thumb starts circling around your asshole. He was always so filthy, unafraid of touching you in ways that no other man has ever done.

Perhaps this was why Toji was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

“Are you close, mommy?” That damn nickname has you reeling, head thrown back in pleasure and your fingernails now digging into the skin of his shoulders as he starts to thrust up into you as well.

“Mmmh, yes Toji–oh my god,” his hand roughly grabs at your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth. He nips and sucks on the skin, making sure to mark his territory. This was all too much–you felt as though your body was about to burst into flames with the way his cock was dragging against the right spot and his lips were touching you in all the right places.

“Gonna show me how much of a fucking mess you can make?” His dirty talk pushes you over the edge, and when Toji feels your body seizing up against his own–his lips attach to yours and he is quickly flipping the two of you so that he is on top–continuing his ministrations, the sinful noises leaving your lips doing nothing to slow down Toji’s feral thrusts and the way he was pounding your poor pussy. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane mommy–can’t even think straight with the way this pussy’s gripping my cock–” he starts to blabber the closer he is to his orgasm, the bed making a creaking noise with each harsh thrust of his.  You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you until he is groaning against your lips as he empties himself inside you.

Pulling away, he admires the mess he made of you. His hand then goes up to your face where his thumb caresses your cheek lovingly.

"Give me one more?"

Nanami Kento

"Can't help myself hormones are high, give me more than just some butterflies." (Juno by Sabrina Carpenter)

There was something so irresistible about Nanami but you couldn’t put your finger on it. He was a gentleman, a well mannered individual who respected you and prioritized your needs above all. So maybe that's why you were practically begging the man to get you pregnant lately.

“Darling, y’know it’s way too early for that.” The blond haired man tries to sweet talk you out of it, even though your pretty ass was sitting on his muscular thigh and he had a book in the other hand. If you didn’t have self control (which you were slowly losing anyway), you would’ve ridden him with the way his glasses were sitting on the bridge of his nose. 

“But… Ken,” you try to give him your most pathetic puppy eyes, bottom lip jutted out and pretty eyelashes fluttering at him. Fuck. You were so irresistible in his eyes.

The perfect future wife, future mother of his kids–the sweetest thing to play with after such a long day. And the most beautiful as he pulled his cock out of your sweet cunt, admiring the way it was glistening with your arousal and how your pretty clit was practically screaming at him to touch it.

“So fucking gorgeous, darlin’ “

“Please, Ken…” how could he say no to such a pretty pussy?

You feel full–you feel as though Nanami was filling you up to the brim. No person was able to cum this much under such little time–yet here you were, being stuffed with Kento’s cock and cum. You could barely register when he pulled out of you and his cum seeped out of your soaking pussy and down to your ass, dirtying the bed sheets.

“Mmmm, fuck.” You hear him breathe out, index and middle finger scooping up some of the cum and pushing it back into your pussy. “Such a nasty thing. Wanted me to fuck her so bad, huh?” 

“I did, Ken.”

“I know you did darling,” he leans down, lips attaching to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This pussy just can’t get enough of me, can she?”

You shake your head, fingers buried in his blond locks. You push his face into your pussy. “Make me feel good, Ken.”

Who was he to deny his pretty girl of such a request? 

Nanami was a messy eater, saliva and arousal dripping down his chin as hums against your pussy. Your legs are spread apart shamelessly, allowing the man to eat you out as he wished. His hands grip your inner thighs, pinching and slapping the skin as he slurps at your pussy like a hungry man. He focuses on your clit, making sure to suck and lick on the bud as though it was a treat. He feels the way your body reacts to his touch, how your moans get louder the harder he sucked on the nub.

His tongue then dips in between your folds, tasting your juices mixed together and he groans at the taste.

"Fucking delicious, my love." His cock twitches with the way you stare down at him with a fucked out stare, hands pinching your nipples and your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

"Ken?" you ask when you see that he stopped his ministrations and was now just staring at you with a different kind of burn in his eyes.

"I'm sorry darling," he kisses your pussy lips before pushing your knees to your chest. "But next time you ask me to get you pregnant, I won't hold back."

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[smalltown-babygirl]

I can’t even talk I have a Best Friend I’m in Love With™ voice and only recently did I become consciously aware of it

[ikkosu]

TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE

part one

(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )

spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.

one, two, three

CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.

You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek — Primus it was sore —was pressed against the floor.

Where am I?

A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.

Oh, right.

A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.

—Proved futile.

"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."

The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.

"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."

His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."

A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.

Oh, Primus.

You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.

"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.

Tink.

Tink.

"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"

Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?

" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."

You blinked once.

"Oh?"

Then another slow blink.

"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "

Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.

" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed — let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"

You shook your head.

We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.

We are free.

We need to be free.

"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."

Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.

"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.

The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.

"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people — or,"

The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...

" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader — What will that be?"

Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.

You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above — and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...

"Here," They said.

You look up.

They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.

You were confused.

They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.

"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.

The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.

The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.

You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.

But, now. Now, it all made sense.

Is that what it was?

A toy for them to play with?

"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.

But even so, at least you're able to live.

"Good mech."

[joejhang]

fanon neil vs canon neil

god i am so FUCKING done with the aftg fandom mischaracterising neil i'm literally writing fucking ESSAYS about it and pacing circles muttering about it under my breath it's driving me up the goddamn wall so i am going to word vomit brain dump yap about all of it in an incoherent tumblr text post. spoilers ahead continue at ur own risk

i've said it before and i'll say it again I HATE FANON NEIL. istg this fandom LOVES to mischaracterise neil and ykw i think i know why. they take the smallest most unnoticeable parts of his personality and then exaggerate them to disproportionate and unrealistic levels in order for him to fit their idea of a conventional, stereotypical and desirable main character. they smooth out his jagged edges and prick at his "insecurities" to make him more likeable, more acceptable and more conventional of a narrator/main character and in doing so erase so fucking much of his personality and draw as a character that he loses just about all of the flavour that made me love him in canon. and also especially within the andreil dynamic this fucking fandom just loves to tweak neil's character until he's basically unrecognisable just so they can cram andreil into some preconceived socially acceptable clichéd ship dynamic. because andrew is perceived as the typical mysterious, moody and grumpy love interest therefore neil just has to be the sunshiney smiley blushing cute softboy in exchange. yeah because all gay ships have to be grumpy-sunshine and black cat-golden retriever dynamic. i raise you: andreil's dynamic doesn't work because of their differences it works because of their similarities. if u think about it andrew and neil are honestly very similar people in the way they think and process emotions and events and that's what allows them to connect and understand each other. andreil would not work if neil was super sunshiney and a blushy soft mess and andrew was the stoic, never smiling, unemotional stone of a guy the fandom loves to make them. just accept they do not fit into the conventional boxes laid out by booktok for what gay ships look like. i fucking digress.

neil is also just insanely mischaracterised on his own. people love making him very jittery and insanely oblivious and easily flustered with a generous serving of self-esteem issues. i hate to break it to you guys: neil josten is not insecure. i don't think there's a single instant in the series where neil is actually insecure about anything. as a narrator, person and character, neil is very realistic, pragmatic and logical. ruthlessly so. i'd say on this, neil is even more cerebral and unemotional than andrew is. neil is very straightforward and realistic abt himself in his narration and i'd honestly say his opinion and views about himself are one of the only things in the story that isn't affected by his narrator bias. if neil is anything, it's self-aware. i'm now going to present all my fucking evidence.

neil doesn't have a sexuality crisis. literally in the entire series never once does he even question his fucking sexuality. it's implied he's already figured out he's aspec/demisexual from the moment nicky questions him about his sexuality. neil says "i don't swing" and follows up in his narration: it wasn't quite the truth, but it was close enough. and later when he starts his relationship with andrew he doesn't ever question the nature of his feelings towards andrew or even anyone else and is pretty clear about it when andrew breaches the topic: "kissing you doesn't make me look at them any differently" so yeah neil is pretty certain and aware of his sexuality.

neil isn't insecure about his appearance. i feel like this is gonna require a bit of work to explain but hear me out. it is mentioned several times that neil has a complicated relationship with his appearance because he looks so much like his father/abuser. this is obviously understandable; you wouldn't want to look into the mirror and see the man who gave u all ur scars. that being said, neil doesn't have a lot of strong emotions regarding his appearance. most of his feelings of panic tied to when r*ko dyed back his hair is because of how it would be a lot easier for his father to discover him now that he has his original colouring back. i'm also pretty sure neil knows that he's cute. like it's never explicitly stated but i've reread aftg maybe fifty times and trust me i can read between the lines. neil explicitly says that he has a "love-hate relationship with his reflection out of necessity" and while the "hate" part of that statement is obvious: he doesn't like that he resembles his father, i've sort of just accepted that the "love" part of it is that he knows he's kinda fine. it's not brought up by him at all bc neil as a person is not one to linger on people's appearances almost at all. i think the only people to get a decent amount of lines dedicated to their appearance in the narration are allison and andrew. but yeah i genuinely don't think neil thinks he's ugly or unattractive and he's probably definitely been told how cute he is by others enough that he doesn't harbour any delusions about how he looks. regarding his scars, he never expresses any insecurity towards them and how they look, he just doesn't like them on display understandably bc of how acutely they point to his past and childhood that he's trying to hide.

neil is actually very very confident in his own and other people's abilties. this is esp regarding exy. he knows he's good at the game. like he knows. the most distinct example i can think of for this point is when kevin tells neil that he was at castle evermore to try out for the perfect court when they were younger. neil doesn't even doubt for a fucking second that he would've made it onto the perfect court. never does. he skips over the second-guessing and doubt part and just straight up starts daydreaming about the future he could've had playing with kevin and r*ko. like that really got me bc it's easy to assume neil would be super unassuming and have low self-esteem but no like neil doesn't doubt for a fucking second that he deserves to be perfect court. it's just that he doesn't believe in r*ko's delusions enough to play along with it by the time he gets the tattoo. he's also insanely confident about the foxes and their abilities and also kevin by the end of the series. at the beginning he takes a pretty realistic vantage point and says that with the way things are, the foxes will never beat the ravens. but even with that pov he still has the gall to challenge r*ko on LIVE TV and i doubt he's lying when he declares so boldly to everyone that if the foxes were united they'd be an unstoppable force (and guess what he was fucking RIGHT). and by the end, when the foxes are united, he has no more room left for doubt at all. some guy tells neil to kick the ravens' asses and neil just replies with zero hesitation "that's the plan". like he's so fucking on board with it. and he never once doubts that kevin is the best striker in the game. like literally never. at first he considers r*ko and kevin on par with each other (possibly, it's never stated outright) but by the end he literally has no doubts when he says "kevin is the best striker" like goddamn the amount of confidence neil has is so underrated.

neil is a very unemotional narrator. it actually gets me all the time how logical and ruthlessly pragmatic neil's narration and inner monologue is. some of the only strong emotions portrayed in neil's narration are anger, irritation and occasionally grief, which is only ever triggered by major trauma-inducing events (e.g. dr*ke). almost all of his inner monologue is analytical and observing others and dissecting either other people or the situation he's in. and almost all of his decisions and actions are made based on impulse and instinct. neil is a very instinctive person. this is outright stated in the way he plays exy; in theory, he can't give u a lot, but in the heat of the moment he's at his best. this applies to practically all facets of neil's life. he never plans his moves or what he's gonna say (except like that one time when he planned out what half-truth he was gonna tell andrew post-columbia). he's super quick and on the ball and literally does whatever the fuck he wants at any given moment. he's also insanely good at compartmentalising. like it's difficult to explain but while his priorities are obv hilariously skewed, they're also very clear in his mind. things he considers unimportant he simply just doesn't think about. what others look like and what they think of him don't factor into his internal monologue or his thoughts at all he literally just files them away in the back of his mind until they do end up becoming useful or important to him. he barely comments on andrew's appearance at all until andrew becomes someone worth staring at and admiring for him. the only reason he describes allison and renee in the detail that he does is because it's important in understanding how and why he reacts to them the way he does. this man was literally about to lose his goddamn mind at the fall banquet but he specifically reserved his mental breakdown for after the banquet so he could spend his time roasting the fuck out of r*ko. bro fully locked in and was like "clock riko now break down later" and i respect it.

neil doesn't actually have a martyr complex. it's funny because almost all of aftg is him being the absolute fucking opposite of a martyr. he wilfully sticks around the foxes knowing he's putting himself and them in danger. he doesn't "sacrifice" himself until he's absolutely forced to by his father's people. by then, he's already told himself he can't and won't run and he's smart enough to know he'll never get away anyway. and going to evermore wasn't about self-sacrifice or martyrdom it was about protecting andrew and those two are pretty fucking different. he knew he was coming back from evermore and he knew that he wouldn't die there, despite all the shit he went through, so i don't think that can be counted as "self-sacrifice". he was doing what he had to do to protect andrew, the same as andrew would've done for neil or aaron or kevin or anyone else he'd sworn to protect. the kidnapping in baltimore was the culmination of neil's character arc, which isn't really about learning to be selfless and self-sacrificing, it's about learning to stand his ground and stop running. those things r crucially different: neil not running in baltimore wasn't about selflessness, it was about courage. yes, part of it was obviously inspired by the foxes and motivated by not wanting them to be hurt but i truly believe it ultimately was about neil learning to stand his own ground and make his own home and have it be something he's willing to die for. call it whatever u want honestly i just don't think neil is as much of a martyr/sacrificial lamb as the fandom makes him out to be.