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momoliee · 3 years ago

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It’s probably too early for The Meta No One Asked For That I’m Gonna Write Anyway about XQC, alas…here we go

Dr. Xie Qingcheng, 32, male, straight (so far), 180 cm with only one current family member.

Xqc is introduced as a cold, aloof and apathetic retired doctor who has no passions, cares about nothing except for his sister, and unless he’s angry, you can barely get an emotional response out of him.

Through meatbun’s character notes on how he has no favorite food, no favorite color or animal, no personal preferences outside what’s most practical and how he’s very very responsible and rules abiding and honest and sober and serious, and through he yu’s POV that continuously paints him as this heartless cold blooded person, I dare say we were…deceived by this so far shades of gray picture we had of him.

Xqc was born into a finically stable middle class family consisting of two cops for parents and a younger sister that came into the world 8 years after him. When he turned 13, and his sister was only 5 at that time, his parents were fired from their job due to a case they shouldn’t have been investigating going wrong, and they had to move to a rural area. Not long after that, he witnessed both his parents’ deaths and saw their corpses with his own eyes, the site was bloody and there’s no way it didn’t traumatize a pre-teen like him. He then was tasked with taking care of his sister, becoming a doctor despite not wanting to, owing others favors and spending all his money on smth that’s yet to be revealed instead of enjoying it. He got married, not to a woman he loves but to someone whom he thought of as “suitable and appropriate”, got cheated on and went through a divorce before losing full interest in the marriage life. He was finally able to retire (we don’t know why yet) and live a quiet, normal, boring life.

I believe xqc loved his parents, I believe he loved them so much cause in chapter 20, he mentions how he thought he wouldnt be able to live past the grief, he wouldn’t be able to go on or move forward, how the grief completely overtook him. He also mentions how he used to play with knots and handcuffs when he was a child, which shows how close he was to them. So for a child who had a good stable life with two loving parents to suddenly fall from a class to a class, suddenly lose both parents and see their corpses with his own eyes, that must’ve fucked him up big time. I’m talking “when can I fully register all of this” kind of fucked up. But he didn’t have time to fully absorb all of this, didnt have the time to sit down and cry, he had a sister, she was only 5, where will they get the money from? What were they gonna do? How was he going to continue school while caring for her? He didn’t have the time to sit down and grief, to sit down and adjust. For a child who had a normal life and didn’t have to worry much about the money like every other middle class kid, he was suddenly burdened with poverty AND loss, and duty and responsibility. Good bye to the days of playing with handcuffs and knots huh?

You ask me, why does xqc not have a favorite food? I answer you, because many many nights, he didn’t know what to feed his sister, much less himself. Cause I bet that many nights, he would have to give up his portion for Xie Xue, to make sure a kid like her is full. Cause he couldn’t afford to be picky, couldn’t afford to choose; whatever was edible will be eaten, taste and flavor be damned. He had to start working from a young age, balance school, babysitting and working all at once. The last friend he made (I think) was that Chen Man guy whose parents were friends with his parents, back when they were alive and life was good. He didn’t have time to make friends, or go out, or have a favorite color or visit the zoo and decide on a favorite animal. No, he had to study, and study hard to become more financially stable and support Xie Xue, he had to raise his baby sister and protect her, he had to work or else how will he put food on their table? Yet he never lost his soft kind heart, cause when his sister asked for a laptop, he bought her one just so that she wouldn’t feel less than any of the other children.

Xqc had to SURVIVE, he had to make do with what he had and what he didn’t have. He didn’t have time to sit down and cry or process his trauma, didn’t even have time to think of adolescent love or his youthful days or do what kids his age did. And all of that carried forward into his adult life. He pushed his emotions back so hard and had his practical, business like mind take care of everything in order to make it through the days. He started to believe that passionate emotions such as love and hate and lust and desire were all a waste of time, a distraction from his duties, smth that will rock the delicate balance he created with his everyday busy schedule. Emotions will stunt you, emotions will delay you, crying and not going to work today means no food to feed his hungry sister with. That’s when he started thinking, strong emotions are a DISEASE, they will take up your time, cloud your judgement, have you make reckless decisions that you’ll regret later. And he couldn’t afford any of that right? Strong emotions are for the weak, they put you in crutches and disable you from moving forward. Wasnt that what he told his ex wife? If he had submitted himself to his grief back then, where would his sister be? Where would he be? How could they have grown up to be healthy and successful adults?

So this man taught himself practicality and duty and priorities. He stopped thinking about himself, about what he wants and what he feels, and instead started making sure that those around him are happy and content and safe and well taken care of. He no longer had desires or passions, he only had rules and regulations. If a person lost their sense of taste, would they still want chocolates and burgers? Would they still have cravings and foods they’d rather swallow medicine than eat? No. If so, how will they decide on what to eat every day? They’ll simply start following a “perfect nutritional plan” and “balanced diet”. They’d eat what they have to eat, when they have to eat, and in the exact portion they need. To them eating would be another chore they have to do every day to keep their bodies going. Similarly, with xqc, graduating, working, marrying, taking care of his sister and auntie, these all became “tasks” and “chores” that he had to abide by and follow. They became the dietary plan for his life till he dies, the outline he shall follow, the textbook rules he will carry out, no need to think of what he “wants” or “desires”, what will make him “happy” or bring him “joy”. He no longer listened to his emotions when making decisions. Even when marrying his ex wife, he married her cause she was “a suitable match”, not for her looks or personality or anything. Feelings are life’s taste buds, and once you remove them, everything becomes tasteless and mundane, and practicality/logic takes over. He stopped knowing what it felt like to choose based on your preferences, cause he stopped having the luxury of choice ever since that night when he was 13, and he no longer was able to re-teach himself the meaning of free will and choice.

So when he yu, in chapter 20, asked him how he would’ve acted if Xie Xue had died, and he said, “I would’ve continued living as I am today till my last breath,” he wasn’t being “cold” or “heartless” or “indifferent” as he yu likes to say. He was being practical and methodical and thinking with a logical approach, rather than an emotional one, just the way he taught himself to throughout all these years. His almost 2 decades of pure survival mode and severely repressed feelings spoke in the form of autopilot. “I would do what I have to do, what I’ve always done every day of my life so far cause what choice do I have?” Is what he meant to say.

But I believe that he’s a soft hearted, kind and loving person. He never says no his sister, never says no to his auntie, helped that homeless man as best as he could, taught he yu that he was normal and that he wasn’t a monster, believed in treating his patients with words instead of medicine prescriptions, believed that the mentally ill deserve to live normally instead of being locked up. I believe that underneath all the shit he has buried, there’s a lot of passion and love that’s been kept dormant for 19 years.

In conclusion, idk where meatbun is gonna take his character but I genuinely hope he gets to heal, and start having more color and flavor in his life. Start allowing himself to live, not just survive.

#case file compendium #xie qingcheng #bing an ben #meatbun doesn’t eat meat #cfc #bab #meatbun

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soup-du-silence · 4 years ago

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If you are comfortable with it, I'd love to hear your critiques of the finale, ESPECIALLY with how they handled Webby and Lena's final interactions with each other. I'm seeing you talk about it a bit on twitter, and I'm vigorously nodding my head to much of what you and others are criticizing the finale for. Obviously, if you'd rather just ignore this whole fiasco, I completely understand, and I look forward to the stories you continue to make about Webby and Lena!

god. okay.

ducktales spoilers below

SPECIFICALLY the weird webby and lena moments -- Lena calling team magic sisters and Webby snapping at Lena for her strong reaction to getting her string on the board cut -- mean absolutely nothing to me. i simply reject them. i dont know where they came from. Lena and Webby havent called each other sisters since their first episode together. It feels...unlike Webby to snub a Lena apology like that.

And then they didnt really....interact again much, after that, right? unless im forgetting. there was a lot to be mad about.

and I guess, like. Here’s the thing. aside from some really powerful moments in season 2, the romantic subtext surrounding webby and lena was EXTREMELY dialed back. we had Lena’s hyper-powered jealous freak out in friendship hates magic and...what Ive always counted as an indirect kiss in nightmare on killmotor hill, but there were no more leslie-knopisms. Far less of Webby waxing poetic about lena’s virtues. Adding Violet meant less shared capital-L Looks or hugs or hand holds. So By the time season 2 wrapped up and a lot of that stuff wasnt as apparent, and they never bothered mentioning Lena ONCE before she came back, it became kind of clear that this was not a thing that was happening any more.

Then we got Penny’s “outing” which was not at all an outing. And seeing that penny not wanting to date earth men was a “compromise” that needed to be “fought for” really nailed that coffin shut for me. If we couldn’t get an openly wlw totally original tertiary character, we weren’t going to get it from Webby.

I dont know if they got unhappy executive notes about season 1 or if there was someone around championing the relationship early in production who left to work on other things, or if they just decided it wasnt important, but any hope held out for it after late season 2 was just me being delusional. I wanted to believe, I really did.

maybe I was delusional all along. Had my shipping goggles on. I dont know. I mean, it happens. it wouldnt be the first time and it wont be the last.

I just really, REALLY wanted it, you know?

we couldnt have gotten like...one last ...something? Something just for them, to harken back to the energy they had in season 1?

sigh.

i havent written in a long time because i dont really have any stories left to tell, but I do brainstorm many projects with PCS. while I, and especially he, have often taken canon reveals in stride (when he first started writing Longest Shadows, we did not yet know about Violet. He was able to add her in fairly seamlessly, i think) I dont think we’ll be paying attention to any of this, ESPECIALLY some shit about Webby being Scrooge’s clone. (dumb dumb stupid dumb) I mean, you can ask him about it, but I know we’ve already shared some choice words, lol. Even if I operate under the assumption that the clone thing is and has been true all along, I’ll simply be working in a universe where it never came to light.

i can’t believe we would take this story about found family and make it about genetics in the 11th hour. what the holy fucking fuck is this nonsense. ugh.

I dont want to say I cant believe i wasted the last 5 years of my life on ducktales, because I didnt. It meant a lot to me. I had a lot of fun, i met some really awesome people, and in particular one person I can count among my very best friends in the whole world. so it wasnt a waste. And im not going to go on one of these weird tirades against frank where I try to hold him accountable for my emotional damages or whatever because Im an adult and not delusional. Thats the story he wanted to tell, for some reason I will never understand. We’re going to keep writing and daydreaming our own. And maybe, if Im lucky, I’ll live long enough to see the next reboot headed by some queer kid who grew up seeing themself in little baby gay webby vanderquack and makes it canon. N...not that we need another reboot. But i would watch that one. Just saying.

#ducktales #ducktales spoilers #weblena #Anonymous

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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tartagliaxx · 3 years ago

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first off, hello 🤷‍♀️ anon! sorry i missed you out

and secondly, dw, marius is my favourite too lol, he reminds me a lot of my younger cousin who i lived with when i was younger. i was always the one who took care of him and marius calling me older sister just set off so much memories of my childhood. the both of them are also vv similar in personality, attention seeking, playful and artistic so i always see him whenever i look at marius.

artem is probably my second favourite ngl, ever since i read his ssr where he was jealous and got drunk (what a good combination lmao) i just grew so soft for him. at the end of the day, he's just a vv soft sweetheart who's insecure that we'll leave him :(( i have like 3 ssrs at lvl36, two of them are artem cards and the other is luke. i vibe with luke too bc i love the childhood friends trope, it's top tier. and as for vyn... i have vv mixed feelings abt him. i feel like he could so easily see through me if he was real and i'm just like, how about no. he's rlly pretty though, like rlly pretty.

*major spoilers*

and you've finished the archon quests!!! personally, i feel like the ending felt a bit rushed(?). it's weird bc i thought the resistance war against the raiden shogun was supposed to be the center of the story, but it just devolved to us helping yae with the entire war being swept to the side. and i already knew somebody was gonna die, and as soon as i saw that teppei had become the captain, i just knew.

it's interesting bc i would love to explore what happened to la signora and scaramouche to make them so disregarding of human life. like, i don't like them, but i want to understand their minds. it's sad to read signora's artifact's background honestly. and the fact that her crown said she used to be called rosalyne, that she had perhaps once led a more innocent and naive existence. i dunno, to me it seems like a good ending for her honestly, she had already lost herself after her lover's death and brings pain to many others, i don't think she can rlly return to being her again.

and honestly, a lot of people are talking abt scaramouche not telling signora he already had the gnosis and saying that he orchestrated her death, i don't rlly think so. i feel like he's just that apathetic to human life, even if it's someone that stands on his side, he just doesn't care enough. it also says how he never got along with anyone, not even his fellow harbingers, so i don't know why ppl expect him to seek out someone he doesn't like just to warn her of danger.

i vibe with scaramouche and la signora as the antagonists bc they're good antagonists, but as characters, well. other than the fact that they're pretty, they have like one likeable trait and that is their loyalty. they would do anything for the tsaritsa even if it cost them their life. i'm rlly excited to see what the tsaritsa has in store for us in the future.

considering our sibling is nicknamed 'the prince/princess', i wonder if there's gonna be a day where we're gonna have to go toe to toe with them. if we had them backed them into a corner with no way out, i wonder if they would kill us. it would be an interesting twist if we could actually die, but i feel like the protagonist halo will prevent it lol and i'm sorry bc god, this is so long.

— r. anon

marius. that’s the tweet. man,, you dont realize how in love i am w him?? like,, this man was literally my only hope when i fell horribly sick. i cant w myself now that i’m hearing it w my own voice. it must be nice to remember the good ol’ days… i despise my cousins and i dont have siblings so i dont really have that sort of connection w him. to me, his onee-san is just a joke? a petname? idk but it simultaneously makes me so mad and giddy just like childe’s existence does

i like vyn bc his vibes are sus but at the same time, he’s cares abt our mental health 🥺👉👈 no one’s ever said shit like that to me… jokes aside, luke is seriously threatening his spot bc of his blushing bs like pls 🤲 i’m so weak for that shit give me more. artem makes me soft too like,, he keeps mentioning that he trusts us and he’s just…. HE’S A BIG TEDDY BEAR THAT BLUSHES AT LIKE ACCIDENTAL HAND BRUSHES GRRRR. in conclusion, i love them all.

but man,, give me ssr luck… literally, im in pain…

now that the excitement’s worn off, i can now judge things properly. i think that… the pacing is horrible. like the plot is good, genuinely, but there’s just,, so much to explore abt this. if you think abt it, this is the climax and yet we didnt get much. scratch that. we got a lot but it’s all underdeveloped that it felt like nothing. we go to sangonimiya, got promoted, became captain for like, one sec before we are sent onto an investigation that didnt really produce any results bc app teppei alr knows everything? and then the delusion thing is a good plot point but it’s not really explored? just… a lot of things are left unexplored and i think that story wise, a lot of the possible lore explanations went down the drain. it would’ve been nice if we saw more abt the rebellion and if we had gotten to know whats the real deal w the commissions but eh… idk… i would’ve rather done more quests abt this whole storyline than like… do that whole dance w the three people who lost their vision in 2.0.

if im going to be honest, la signora is such a wasted character. like maybe her death was just for the shock factor or maybe it’s to prepare us for more harbinger encounters in the future.. idk but she’s such a good character from what we’ve seen but we know jack shit abt her and her motives. we know a little from the artifact set but beyond that, what do we have?

precisely! that’s how i feel abt this whole thing when we’re talking seriously. like w ei, i dont really agree w whatever they’re doing but i want to understand why they do the things that they do. everything has a reason and their psychology is just interesting to me.

i think scaramouche’s nature makes it easy for him to disregard human life. call it arrogance or whatever but ultimately, he’s seeing himself as smth above all these people bc he’s more or less capable of standing toe to toe w a god. why should he bother telling signora? it’s not like he gains anything if he does. i think that when he got the gnosis, he’s just ‘well she dies if she dies. who cares abt that? i dont have any need for incompetent colleagues anw’ i agree and i dont think he orchestrated her death but at the same time, he just allowed it to happen too.

as for signora, i’m actually surprised? for the most part, i think that the harbingers took their posts for selfish reasons. for scara, it’s to entertain himself and pass time. for childe, it’s to fight and grow stronger. for dottore, it’s to conduct dubious research w/o anyone stopping him. i expected signora to have some similar motive like power or money but it seems like she does actually believe in the tsaritsa? it would be very intriguing if signora’s main motive in becoming a harbinger is simply bc she is loyal to the tsaritsa and her will. bc in contrast, i think scara and dottore are more loyal to the fact that the tsaritsa can give them what they want, not bc they actually like her. actually, idek if they’re willing to die for her lol. like i wouldnt be surprised if they suddenly abandon post in a life or death situation but who knows…

in any case, they are very good antagonists. i like yo think that the tsaritsa isnt as bad as the game portrays her to be… of all the gods, she’s the one im looking forward to the most but… haha… what version would that be….

i’m almost certain that they’ll make us fight our twin maybe before we face the unknown god? if one of them dies, i would be very sad. like legit. but knowing mhy, well, our twin is almost 100% a walking death flag.

anw i’m shutting up rn— i also spoke too much kahdjabdhakbsjansb—

#˗ˋˏ°• letters from cat island •°ˎˊ˗#˗ˋˏ°• from my darling : r •°ˎˊ˗#inazuma spoilers

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uwumessenger · 5 years ago

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Hey, could you do RFA and V reacting to MC who turns into a dog for one day? weird I know lol

yes!! and sorry for taking oh so long fjdjndnd if u see dis i hope u enjoy eht

let's assume u do understand english as a dog and dont think in dog language. also this is super silly haha i had a lot of fun with it while trying to make it realistic!

+ btw since some ppl asked, yes my requests are open ! im just going in order so feel free to continue sending them in !! i only have 5 requests in my inbox now as of 5/11/2020 so ill get around to yours soon :)

Yoosung

when he wakes up and cant find you he immediately panics

calls your name and lifts anything that can be lifted to find you

he even checks the fridge!! wink wonk

when he finally quiets down and hears your barking he goes into panic mode AGAIN

when he finally finds you (as a dog) his mind begins racing

wait...is it our anniversary?!?!!! what exact day did MC join RFA again? um um is it my birthday? is it MC's BIRTHDAY???

ignores you and does a group call with zen and seven, trying to figure out what is happening

seven verifies that it is not a day of any importance

poor yoosung is just SO CONFUSED

but how do u even tell someone u transformed into a dog

i dont think yoosung would ever find out you turned into a dog

everyone would help with searching for you, and of course panic again bc the way you met them was lit rally bc u walked into your own kidnapping

yoosung is the physical embodiment of panic

but he takes care of you normally (LUCKILY HE DOESNT TURN YOU INTO THE POUND OR SOMETHING–)

when u turn human after 24 hours you explain EVERYTHING

and now he feels better

Zen

a few nights ago, zen had a psychic dream that you turned into a dog so

he brushed it off as a nightmare and his symptoms appeared bc the AC was broken and it was extra hot that night

but when he woke up and opened his eyes to a whole ass dog next to him

he FREAKED OUT

at first he didnt know what was going on but then he remembered his dream

so he tells you to bark once for yes and twice for no

are you MC?

bark!!!

are you hungry?

bark!!!

this goes on for 25 more minutes until you stop cooperating and trot away

hes very glad that at least youre not a cat

he feeds you and allows you to go do your potty business outside by yourself then cleans up after ur finished

he doesnt want you to be alone with nothing to do while hes at rehearsals so he asks yoosung to watch you!

but doesnt tell yoosung it's you lol

when he comes back he just chills w/ u until ur back to your ol' human self :')

Jaehee

initially she'd be pretty calm, thinking that you had to leave early to go do something

but after checking her phone every 2 seconds and searching every nook and cranny yet not recieving a text/finding a note from you, she begins to panic

she calls all the others, wondering if they knew where you were or what you were up to

no one knew what was going on so everyone panics!!!!

tbh she forgot about dog MC until u start scratching her

eventually jaehee starts considering the idea of u turning into a dog....but....what are the odds...

after trying everything you could think of to tell her it's really you, you realize that she wont catch on

after shes done getting ready for work she starts to wonder how to care for you

eventually decides on just bringing you in to work and hiding you the whole day

luckily jumin had back to back meetings so he wouldnt have any time to check in on what jaehee was doing

she tries to feed you something you absolutely hate and when you refuse to eat it she says

wow, MC hates eating these too

you wag your tail, jump, can dogs nod? if so you nod your head, etc etc trying to tell her that IT IS ME IT IS MC!!!'sisj@;!/&:&82

wait...there's no way. am i crazy or did you turn into a dog?

jaehee decides to bring you home instead of turning you into a shelter just in case

when you turn human again you guys strategize a plan, should this ever happen to either of you again haha

Jumin

when he wakes up and sees you (as a dog) and elizabeth playing he thinks hes still sleeping

intense eye rubbing

he calls for you and you keep running to him

but he doesnt understand :c

similar to yoosung, he double checks to see if it was a significant date or anything

now he starts to panic

on the RFA panic scale, he is at the tippity top eue

calls off from work and calls for all the help he can get

you can communicate with elizabeth i guESS so she helps you communicate with jumin

jumin looks crazy as hell rn with a cat and dog on his bed, trying to talk to them

elizabeth points at you then points at your jacket on a chair 900 times and then jumin finally connects the dots!!!

oH SO MC TURNED INTO A DOG???

you and elizabeth are like ugh oh my gosh finally

jumin calls off all the emergency protocol stuff and simply chills with you and elizabeth until youre back to your human body

now you and elizabeth have a stronger bond...how beautiful.

707/Saeyoung

luckily seven has security cameras, so when he sees you in dog form, youre sitting at his computer

the cctv footage of you somehow transforming into a dog plays and hes like oh what how is that eVEN POSSIBLE?

downloads the cctv footage to save it forever

unfortunately no dog food or anything there so he feeds you whatever is in the fridge and okay for dogs to eat

he has his fun, taking photos of you and imitating paris hilton

when vanderwood walks in to check on him, seven cant stop laughing as he explains the situation

he shares all of his photos with the rfa chat and no one believes him

and then he stops and starts thinking

??? MC are you naked? like when we sleep and you transform back....are you gonna be naked?

oh my gOSH

unlike the others he doesnt stay up and goes to sleep with you

whatever u do, do not let seven make a birthday slideshow of u </3

V would freak out, but definitely try to communicate with you as a dog before doing the absolute most

checks for human you everywhere, and when he realizes youre nowhere, he begins to consider the fact that you may have turned into a dog

googles it

he questions you, like zen does, and begins to think hes going insane

he texts you, just in case human you did go out and forgot to tell him

but while texting he scrolled up and saw a text you sent him a day ago while you were shopping

"if i were a worm would you still love me"

he picks you up and sits with you on the couch

worm, dog, human...i love you regardless. but not in an immoral and weird way. :)

spends the rest of the day taking you out to do dog things

like walking at the park and taking cute photos of you

at the end of the day he actually showers you, and talks to you until you both fall asleep

when u guys wake up he says,

i didnt waste $17 on dog shampoo for nothing...why dont we go out and get a real dog now?

yES LETS DO THAT

#was this cute #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger V #elizabeth the 3rd #mystic messenger imagines

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unfortunatematchups · 5 years ago

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(Hello is this blog dead because I haven't seen you post since February)

nope, this blog aint dead. i have it open on a browser tab as long as im online to check on any new asks and messages. im going to leave a short explanation here for those who dont want to waste their time.

weve been busy with other interests and ive gotten something like a writers block. matchup block? since im the primary writer here, theres pretty much no activity as long as im not writing. thats it. no reason, nothing to do with personal problems. just a block.

keep reading for the real reason. you might not like it, but here it is.

im going to use these john sprites to convey my emotion so it might clear up any doubts on how im feeling. lets start with the process of how i write a match.

this is what a draft looks like. i write out how i would rant about this pairing, errors and all, then i leave it for the next day to come back to this and clean this draft into a polished, three-pointer paragraph. the thing is, im the only one doing this, so its obviously going to take long. i dont mind, i love to type and see something spawn from my effort.

the problem? these rants are people-specific. right. whatever im rambling about in the draft, its about the ask and the ask only. it wouldnt fit if you crammed it into another ask, it wouldnt make a lick-a-sense if it was used to answer someone else. but, when i start to polish it up with clear and coherent sentences, suddenly it becomes… static. it becomes plain and simple, uninteresting and linear. think of it like youre hearing about a book from someone you know and trust versus a review. the person you know describes why the book is great with a lot of passion and love, but theres a lot of errors in delivery and some awkward bits they havent flushed out yet.

nevertheless, its enjoying and persuasive, because you can see how they love it so much to the point where it gets them like that. they dont plan out how theyll describe the book to you word by word, because theres no need to. seeing how it gets them excited gets you excited, so you buy their faith in the book.

what about a review? its clean, its cut, its perfect in delivery. it has a flow, introducing you to the story and overall appeal, then maybe it digs down for a spoiler or two. it gels with you in a simple fashion, doesnt quite have that connection a passionate ramble has. because its professional.

thats what ive been making this blog to be. professional. i answer the request with a polished, pretty and perfect answer. theres no personal connection. i could take a match, swap out a couple of words, maybe cut out a bit, and it would be clear for another match. it feels static to write those paragraphs, and it progressively gets worse each time i repeat the process. im chipping away at something so close, so personal and unique into something dull and professional because i want it to look clean.

but thats my end of the problem. i dont like how it comes out, so what? people enjoy it. they must be, seeing how theres fifty three fucking asks for matchups and 73 followers.

i wont show all the asks i have in the inbox, but ill tell you what majority, if not all of them, sound like.

“I’m bi/pan”, “I have brown hair/eyes”, “I’m chubby/short”, “I like art/gaming/reading/writing”, “I’m shy around people I don’t know, I’m crazy around people I know”, “I’m a nerd”, “I have ADHD/Anxiety”.

of course, there are some exceptions. not everything i say is as is, but from 50+ asks, these are what about three quarters of them sound like. there are personal differences, like music tastes and obscure hobbies, but the general gist is there.

im not going to say anything about the sexuality orientation, because im in a friend group where majority, if not all, are not cishets. yes, people like art and gaming.

but thats it? these descriptors are such shallow answers. i can personalise a match for you, sure, but does it feel like its right? you like gaming. so what, do you like ALL games? from FPS to Dating sims to Horror games to Sports games to Adult games? do you like ALL art? Surrealism, sculpture, comics, abstract, even those where they splash paint and call it a day? really? i dont think im asking for a lot when it comes to being specific. some asks literally just go ‘im a bi female, 5′3, i like gaming and drawing, im sometimes shy but i can be sassy at times’.

with everyone being so similar and vague, how am i supposed to give a match i feel is right? i might as well take everyones favourite boy david elizabeth strider and talk about how he likes your art and how he likes gaming and oh isnt it so great that you two like music.

there are some unique ones, and its pretty obvious which ones they are because ive put in more love into them. and i havent been able to do that to many asks.

and the physical descriptions. while im sure some of the characters do have types and preferences, i dont care for appearances. i dont care if youre fat or skinny, i dont care if youre tall or short, brown hair or blonde. you being morbidly obese or morbidly skinny may affect the match depending on how i feel the characters might respond to someone with those physical traits, but they shouldnt matter.

i dont need how you look. i dont want how you look. its shallow and unimportant. it takes up space in the ask, because you could be using it to describe your personality or interests in detail. not that youre limit to one ask, you can send in an entire fucking fourteen page essay and id match you, as long as youre telling me something i can pair you with.

telling me youre ‘chubby’ or ‘blonde’ doesnt help visualise shit. this shouldnt be new information to you or anyone else. writing shit like ‘he loves your curves!’ or ‘she likes how short you are because it makes you cute’ is bullshit and is simply self-serving nonsense. yes, its an additional bonus if your lover likes how youre short or fat, but that shouldnt be why theyre in love with you. a paragraph based on how much they like to hold you are appreciate your body is utter fucking nonsense. you appreciate your own body, and thats it.

i dont feel inspired when i look at some of these asks. i dont feel like i should answer any of these because a) im not obligated to, this blog is just a side hobby and b) id be writing something i dont enjoy for people who might also not enjoy it. i dont deserve to sit at my laptop and write something i feel doesnt represent my work or ideas well, and the person who im matching doesnt deserve the half-assed boring paragraph of nonsense im pulling out of my ass just to clear the inbox.

ive taken some time away from this blog and upon receiving this ask, i wanted to use the same old excuse every other blog uses: ‘we’ve been busy, so we went on an unannounced hiatus’.

but thats not true. with the pandemic forcing lockdowns, theres essentially nothing else for us to do. if anything, this would mean that we have more time to write.

so there it is. my truthful answer as to why nothings coming out of this blog.

part of this is my fault. i thought that maybe i could force myself to match all those vague asks that feel like theyre about the same person, just with a couple of changes. but i cant. i wont. im not going to keep writing shit i dont like, and im not going to keep giving half-assed matches, giving characters people are at the very least sure to be okay with.

i want to write exciting, unique and adorable relationships. i thought that with the homestuck fandom being so vast and creative, maybe i would get the chance to meet and write for a couple of people who were just so different it would make pairings id never thought of.

but nah, it looks like everything is the same. all the anon asks start to bleed together. the responses start becoming the same. im given descriptions that sound so tame, so generalised. like somehow, youre afraid of letting me know who you are as a person. or not, perhaps you just struggle with expressing yourself. thats why youre using anon to send in your ask, isnt it?

i turned anon on because i wanted to respect privacy. i wanted people to be able to send in each and every detail about themselves while remaining behind a mask so they could get the best match without exposing every inch of themselves on a blog. maybe that was my mistake.

ill leave the matches open, but im only going to do the ones that interest me. but if you decide that you dont give a fuck about the quality of the match, tell me or something. i have drafts that i can just post. maybe youd like that.

-pretty obviously, mod olio.

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fortunatelycooltrash · 5 years ago

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So people love to say that America doesn’t have free healthcare because the quality would sink and the waits would go up. Now, while those are valid worries despite being no excuse for the atrociously high prices of even minior procedures, I’d like to share some bullshit that I’ve experienced involving normal US hospitals and medical branches alike.

My root canal is going to cost 2500 dollars because it is not covered by most dental plans despite it being a completely necessary procedure that directly affects my health. Absorb that then absorb the fact this plan covers some of braces. The crown alone is costing over 1200.

I almost died in a hospital waiting room because my ‘stomach ache’ that was causing me so much pain I was sick with it wasn’t severe enough to qualify for immediate attention. Undiagnosed Appendicitis.

My nephew and sister almost met their end because an incompetent doctor misdiagnosed my sister with a URI. She had type A flu.

My cousins father had a doctor who refused to diagnose him despite him coming back constantly because of lethargy. Said he couldn’t find anything wrong. Her father was poor and had really bad insurance. Finally he went to another doctor and was diagnosed with kidney cancer. He could have lived if he had been diagnosed a year or two prior before it spead but by the time he got his diagnosis, it was too late. He died, I believe, a few months later but I was young so he might have made it a year or longer.

I suffered from chronic nosebleeds as a child to the point that blood didn’t even scare me anymore. The doctor told my mother that it was coming from wounds inside my nose and I was most likely picking at it and there was nothing medically wrong with me. My mother, knowing even as a child I knew not to waste her money, took me to another doctor. Severe Anemia. Still suffer from it too this day. Have to take those horrid tasting red pills🤢.

My aunt constantly butchering her budget because she needs her insulin and it’s cost keeps getting higher despite it remaining relatively the same. Luckily my state is looking to cap it at 100 though if that will actually go into effect isn’t determined yet.

My mom, bless her, repeatedly going in for her back aching only to be told pain was normal for someone of her weight and age. Nope, she is a nurse and turned people that were 300 pounds or more. She had completely blown her back and had a pinched nerve that was so severe she could barely stand without pain. The doctor that diagnosed her was surprised she could even walk.

My sister, having a grand mal seizure in the nurses office of a high school. They told her to stop faking. That bitch wasn’t even a real nurse so this one doesn’t count but I had to mention this because why the fuck wasn’t a registered nurse hired?

My (other) aunt having minor chest pain then suffering a heart attack in the waiting room because they had her wait so long since she didn’t seem serious. I’m sure that’s going to have lasting damage that could have been easily prevented.

My sister giving birth and getting a 28,000 dollar bill for a room and care for her and the baby. She was there for a day and a half. She didn’t even have a long or complicated delivery.

My mother being told she was completely fine to continue working despite having an off feeling about her third pregnancy(about 24 years ago) the doctor told her there were no complications and she could go on as normal. She miscarried her seven month along daughter three days later because her placenta was underneath the baby and tore. That doctor is still in practice.

The nurses in my mothers delivery room ignoring both her and the monitor. Which, if they had been looking at, clearly desplayed my older brother with his umbilical core wrapped tight around his neck. He lived because my moms main doctor walked in and had a conniption fit when he noticed the vitals dropping. He’s the doc my sis uses now. A good man.

(Same bro)My older brother turning blue everytime he cried being brushed off. Hole in his heart that has since closed.

When I was younger, I slipped in the shower and hit my head so hard against the metal lining of it(stall shower) that the skin split open and abscessed. My doc treated the abscess but did no further testing after a 4 hour wait. As we were leaving, I don’t remember much of this week my mom told me, I vomited and passed out in the parking lot. Had a concussion.

My brother being misdiagnosed with the flu, strep, and a few other things over the course of a few weeks before one doctor finally tested him for HIV. It was positive. Luckily he only had one partner. Unluckily, the partner was the one that gave it to him via cheating on him.

Me, almost dying of a violent case of strep throat because they said I had a sinus infection. My fever peaked at 104 then, blessedly, broke. I do not remember this as the memories of the days I was sick are incredibly fever burned but I remember wrapping blankets around me because I was so cold.

The strep attacked so quick and harshly that if I had lived alone it probably would have killed me since I wouldn’t have been able to get help and I would’ve kept trying to get ‘warmer’ and helped raise my temp over 106. You typically don’t come back from that one unharmed. If at all.

My older bro(cord baby) being told suffering from auditory hallucinations was a common thing(not wrong but they should have actually asked about his family history and idk, did more??) he had undiagnosed bipolar disorder. He is medicated and much happier now.

Me breaking my gotdamn pointer knuckle and the x-ray person getting blurry x-rays that she used despite the fact that they weren’t accurate. Thank you bitch, now my abnormally short pointer finger clicks because it began to set wrong.

Theres a few more but I’m currently giving my bro a hard time for texting me a text meant for his bf so imma bounce for now. May add more later. The whole point to this was to show people that don’t want free health care because the ‘quality would go down’ or the ‘wait would be too long’ that the wait is already long enough for you to die anyway and the quality already sucks ass if you’re poor because they will not diagnose you correctly.

Or They will misdiagnose you then blame YOU when you sue(happened to my mom in that miscarriage one but because he hadn’t wrote a release back to work she had no actual proof he’d told her she could.)

Or They will overcharge you for things that have a far cheaper value simply because they can and you can’t do anything about it because you need that procedure or medicine to keep your health good.

I can understand things like heart surgery or transplants, you know, the big major stuff not being free because yeah that shit takes a fuck ton of resources and care so I get it, I do. I can reasonably say “Yup that should cost thousands.” I mean, I’m don’t even avocate for fully FREE healthcare, I just want a limit on their overpricing bull shit to where it matches with economic standards.

You can’t expect someone with an average 7-4 job that pays 10/hr(oooh ya, y’all think I’d go higher? Guess what, young people starting out their careers also get sick!) to drop thousands upon thousands of dollars for whatever. The sad thing is I can say ‘whatever’ and you can actually think of multiple things that aren’t that major or that resource draining yet still cost thousands.

Even someone making 15/hour couldn’t do that and I’d be hard pressed to say even 20-25/hr could do that. They may have it better and be able to pay it off faster but they’d still be in debt for a while or have to work years after their planned retirement to make up for the lost savings if they were lucky enough to have them.

I’ve also heard people complaining about it raising taxes but you’ll spend way more getting something done at a hospital then you’d spend on those taxes in a year.

Besides, if you’re so pissed about taxes then to even it out protest the stupid taxes. Your house? Taxed. Your inheritance that you gain but also leave behind to care for your family? Taxed. Your property that you bought 100% full price paid? Taxed every year. Your car? Taxed.

How bout getting pissed about those instead of getting pissy about people getting their health fixed? There are plenty of ridiculous taxes so I don’t know why people are so against having one that actually helps people.

Sorry for this rant, I know it’s not centered around my profile theme but I am majorly pissed off that I’m about to have to let a tooth rot out of my head because my insurance decided that: covering something cosmetic like braces? Yeah! Covering a completely necessary surgery that can actually harm/kill the person via infection if left untreated? Nope, that costs us more!

I can’t drop two fucking grand on dental surgery. It’s just not happening. I don’t know anyone who can do that shit. Anyone who gets pissed off about me posting this: go slam a hammer against your tooth until it cracks down the middle, exposing your nerve to the harsh unforgiving world then let it develop a cavity around it.

Afterwards, try to eat literally anything: hot, cold, hard, soft, it doesn’t matter. You’ll cry, I promise. Now imagine being told the only way to fix that is to cough up over two grand and if you can’t well then oh fucking well? Kinda hurts ya a bit. Not nearly as much as the tooth but still.

Hell, I know dental probably wouldnt even get covered if they made healthcare reduced or free but this whole situation has reminded me just how fucked you are if you get anything remotely wrong with you in the U.S

#freehealthcare #no i dont plan on having kid too many bad genes #america #americanhealthcare

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swatato · 5 years ago

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I just realized that Blake running away from her team is the dumbest writing decision of the show so far. Here's why: Adam said he destroy everyone she loves so running away won't protect them. Blake doesn't tell her team about Adam. Blake wants to lay low from the WF but is surprised they are operating in Menagerie homeland of the faunus? Then she blows her cover by confronting them and they tell Adam where she is. Then she places her parents in danger. Also she never disguised her name before.

UTHSIDKOSKDLSD I MEAN-

Yeah blake and adam are both just confusing and inconsistent as hell anon

The plot of Blake running away due to being overidden with fear and guilt and just needing to get away from her past catching up to her was something I really liked. Her being a person who runs away from things when they become too much was set up well enough, in my opinion, and characters need to have flaws. Its just everything else thats tied up with blakes plot that makes the whole thing so confusing and weird. Blake dipping from beacon wouldn’t have kept Adam from killing her loved ones, or anyone else for that matter, as you said. Actually it should have been easier for him to “Destroy everything she loves” now that wasn’t there to oppose him. He wouldnt just say “Oh she left? Nvm then 🤷🏽‍♀️” and screw off. Hes till an anti human maniac who would keep doing horrible things regardless of whatever tf Blake is up to, so her idea of “Im staying away to protect them UwU bad things happen because of me UWUU” makes zero sense and makes her selfish, because now she’s not even back there to help. And even if she was banking on the fact that Adam would chase after her instead of going after ruby or weiss or jnpr, then why did she head to menagerie??? she was leading him straight to her parents. Actually, if adam’s plan was to destroy everything she loves, then wouldn’t he have gone to attack the belladonnas at some point anyway?? blake wasn’t acting rationally and her arc was about pulling her head out of her ass and realizing that running didnt solve shit.

I feel like the bigger issue is how they handled Adam with all that. He shouldn’t have cared about wasting time going after whoever blake loves. His priority was always the faunus, not hate-loving Blake to the point of emotionally torturing her for leaving him. We were shown him making a deal with cinder to help with the Fall of Beacon. He wasn’t there for Blake, he was there because his goal was to heck up humanity. Yet they still give blake this idea of “uwu this is my problem, i have to deal with the concequences cuz they are mine” Adam isnt only blakes personal enemy. If he wasn’t gonna one-shot yang in front blake, he was gonna run into her later on and do it then, and if weiss or ruby had been the one to run in to help blake he would have one-shot one of them instead (adam should have been involved with weiss not yang hHhwjksje)

A whole lot about Blake makes no sense dude even from the beginning. She says she’s a “criminal hiding in plain view, all with the help of a little black bow” but how does covering her ears mask her past as a WF member? She doesn’t cover her face or change her name or make any alterations to her appearance. As we see in some flashbacks and the black trailer, she wears the exact same outfitif, she wears her hair the same, and she never seemed to have worn the white fang mask while on the job with Adam, so its entirely possible someone on remnant could see her and recognize her from a WF raid or smth. That line should have been switched out for something like “ive had it pretty easy as far as oppression goes, all with the help of a little black bow” since thats the only actual benefit that bow gives.

But even thats funny to say since we baRELY ever get to see any actual faunus oppression in screen in this show. Its funny how they chose Blake as the one we get to see the story of the faunus from when shes suffered NOTHING compared to other faunus on this show. While we’re shown adam working in the dustmines and getting branded on the face, and ilia losing her parents to a dust mine collapse and people laughing about it, velvet getting harassed and made fun of by cardin and even sun getting a rock chucked at him by the police, we see Blake using her bow to protect herself from any racism and simply pass as human. All her friends and school headmaster know shes a faunus but love her anyway and nobody ever picks on her after the word of her being a faunus gets out. Her flashbacks of attending white fang protests as a child made it seem like she came from a poor/Not So Great home/family situation- if she even had one- only to reveal that shes actually the pRINCESS OF MENAGERIE whos family owns the biggest mansion on a comfy, PEACEFUL, tropical island, a mansion she could return to anytime she wanted where loving parents were waiting for her.

And tbh it would have all been fine if Blake ever acknowledged the privelege she has, yet wanting to make things better for her kind anyway, but she never does. She says ilia is the one who deserves recognition for doing so much despite the fact she could pass as human, but doesnt see herself similarly. She instead just comes off super preachy and victimizes herself to the gods.

And then v7 shows up to completely demolish any character we had set up for blake since all she did was stand around and not do anything about the faunus situation in mantle/atlas. This could have been a volume where she really shined and the opportunities were there. They were given time off, she could have easily attended the political rally with ruby. We could have gotten some desperately needed blake and ruby interactions, but that got traded out for bb dancing at a club and some renora drama that didnt amount to much. Maybe she was so meek this volume cuz shes still shook from killing adam, but idk if the writers were going for that since yang was all smiles and not bothered at all this volume with her ptsd magically gone, and blake seemed to be completely over her fear of adam when she bitchsmacked him on the head at haven and told him “honestly?? I got more important things to deal with uwu”

#ill never write a properly structured essay in my life #but here are my thots #i really hate love blake man #i can see what they tried to do with her but the execution of it couldve been a lot better #rwde #anon

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gradianvivian · 5 years ago

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Plot Twist | Alastair, Tobias & Vivian

Tagging: Vivian @gradianalastair @txbiwilde

When: Monday, April 13th

Where: Behind the Red Lion Pub, Field outside of Gradian Village

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Murder, Guns

Notes: Alastiarr is bolded, Vivian is italic, Tobias is regular

He shook his head at Vivian’s question. His head was still clouded and he was coming down from an adrenaline high. He wasn’t in a state to be thinking. “My phone,” he said suddenly. “Tobias needs to know.” His hands still shook as he took out the device and typed out his message.

“Take a deep breath, Alastair.” Vivian assured as she watched his hands shake. But her eyebrows rose at what he said next. “Of course.” She answered, hell it was his pub, he did need to know. But it shocked her that this was his first reaction. Although that didn’t really matter, “What can I do to help?” Vivian asked after a moment. Suddenly feeling like she needed to take the turn to help him like he helped her.

Tobias didn't want to wake the nanny, but he had no choice. Something bad had clearly happened, and he was the thinker, which meant he had to figure out how to deal with whatever situation Alastair was in. He headed outside to find them, and when he did, his stomach dropped at the sight of the man on the floor, and the sight of Vivian standing there with him. "Fucking hell, Alastair. What the fuck have you done?"

Alastair shook his head at the woman again and then looked up when he heard his brother join them. "Something stupid as usual, brother." He wiped a splash of blood away from his eyebrow and groaned. "Didnt mean for Viv to see." He glanced over at the mentioned woman with a guilty expression.

“He was trying to help me, to defend me. That wasn’t stupid.” Vivian said, looking at Alastair for a moment before looking back at Tobias. “The same asshole who spilled his drink on me last week thought he could come back and push me against the bar and manhandle me. I could barely breathe or grab a glass to smash over his head before he came downstairs.” She finally explained, letting out a sigh as she adjusted in her spot. “He took him outside and I closed up. I didn’t think he would still be here but I wanted to thank him for helping me.”

Tobias sighed, running his hands over his face. He didn't care about what Alastair had done, he cared about where. This was risky, especially with his children upstairs. "I understand, Vivian", he started, looking over at the woman, though his gaze kept moving between them. "But Alastair, you can't be doing this hear. We went to the site for a reason, to keep this business out of the village. And now I have to figure out how we're going to handle this. We can't take him to the hospital, he'll tell the doctors what happened before we have a chance to get to him. We can't leave him here for someone to find. We have to finish him off."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded. He knew he'd fucked up, put the business at risk: put the family at risk. "I know." He sighed. "Didnt mean for it to go down like that, not here. Tried to get him to go on his merry way, wouldnt stop shooting off his fucking mouth though." He glanced over at the broken body. "Lost control," he admitted as if it wasnt obvious.

All of this was a lot to take in. They were talking like this had all happened before. She stood up from her spot, groaning softly as she did. Almost forgetting of the bruises she must have in the midst of all the the injuries she saw between the two men. She leaned against the wall where Alastair was sitting. “The fucker loves to run his mouth so I can guarantee he would try to tell anyone who would listen.”

He nodded as he listened, feeling as though Vivian understood the need to do what he had said, it was the only way they'd get away with it. "It's what we need to do, Alastair. Otherwise this could end badly for us, and we can't see that happen." He walked over to his brother, glancing at Vivian as he crouched down, placing his hands on Alastair's cheek. "So I need you to pull yourself together so we can do it."

Alastair opened his eyes to hold his brother's gaze. He clenched his jaw and nodded firmly. "I'm here," he said after taking a breath. "I'm with us." He got himself to his feet and shook his hands out. "Viv, could you run inside get me a towel?" He gestured towards his hands and face. "Need to fucking clean myself up." Then he turned back to Tobias with a sigh. "Drive him offsite then?"

Seeing the two of them interact with each other was an interesting sight. It was like the understood each other on a deeper level or been through hell and back together. Regardless she admired it. When he spoke she nodded, “Of course. I’ll get a couple.” She said before heading inside to grab a few of them. Taking another deep breath once she got inside the bar again. Still trying to understand all of this, but there wasn’t time. So she went to where the towels were kept. One was dampened with water and the other dry.

Tobias watched as Vivian walked away, and once out of earshot, he turned back to Alastair. "Are you okay?", he asked quietly — Alastair had already been in a vulnerable state in front of Vivian, and he had wanted to ask his brother that question when they were alone. "Once this is over, we need to talk to Vivian, okay? Not a threatening one, but we all need to be on the same page if anyone asks questions."

"Not really," he said with a look down at his shaky hands. "But I will be." He looked up at his brother with determination. "She's taking everything pretty well so far considering. Seems promising."

Vivian finally headed back outside with the towels, "I grabbed a couple, just in case. One is wet and one is dry, just in case the blood wants to be stubborn." She knew a few things from fights she had witnessed and countless times that she had defended herself before.

Tobias nodded. "You talked about bringing someone in. If Vivian can deal with all of this, we can test her, work out how far she'll go." When Vivian came out, Tobias stood back up, nodding again. "Get cleaned up, I need to go upstairs and grab some things", he said quietly, his keys were in his pocket, but that all he had. Pulling his keys out, he held them out to woman. "Vivian, pull my car around, reverse in. Then help Alastair pick him up and put him in the boot, i'll be back in a moment", he said nonchalantly, before turning and heading back inside.

"Thanks, Viv," he said while grabbing the towels. He nodded to Tobias as he began with wiping his face and neck. Once his brother headed back into the building he turned to Vivian. "Sorry to drag you into this," he addressed her. "Holding up alright?"

"No problem at all." Vivian said before she turned her attention to Tobias, taking in all his instructions, nodding at them. "You got it." She replied before watching him walk inside. He really did have quite the head on his shoulders, being able to handle all of this with ease. One of her hands moving to go through her hair again once Alastair spoke to her. "Its okay, I trust you guys. Whatever you guys think is best, I'll do what I can to help." Although his next question she shrugged, "I'm doing fine. Sore from the asshole trying to bend me over the bar....but it isn't the first time it has happened to me."

Heading upstairs, Tobias headed straight for his office. The only thing he really needed was one of the guns stashed away in a drawer, and he grabbed it quickly, putting in the waistband of his trousers behind his bad and telling the nanny he'd be back soon, wasting no time in going back downstairs so they could get away from the scene as soon as possible. Getting to the door, he looked to see where they'd gotten to. "We need to do this as quickly as possible."

"Viv was just leaving to get the car," he said with a motion towards the woman. "She says she trusts us," he said to Tobias once she'd gone. He was nearly done wiping the blood from his hands.

Vivian was already heading towards the car once Tobias was heading out. Quickly making her way to the parking lot, glad to find that it was empty. At least they had it going for them that the town was quiet tonight. She got in the car and followed his instructions of backing it in the area behind the pub. Once she got out of the car she headed back towards the two men. Hitting the button on the keys to open the back of the car. "Do you need any cover at all? He is quite...messy." She said looking over at the half conscious man on the pavement.

"The hardest part has not yet passed", he said quietly once Vivian had walked away to get the car, eyes focused on the man laying on the floor, hoping he wouldn't wake up fully before he did what he had to do. "She's about to witness a bullet being put through his skull, let's see how that goes first." As the car pulled around, Tobias simply observed, wanting to see how Vivian handled all of this, including having to put a man into a car trunk to send him to his death. "I'll take care of that later."

Alastair didn't waste anymore time, immediately moving to pick the man up once the car was ready. He ignored the pain in his hands and the soft groans from the body.

Vivian watched as Alastair wasted no time picking up the other man. She couldn't help but worry though, wouldn't he be in pain lifting him up? Regardless she shook her head and looked between the two of them. "You probably need this back." She said handing Tobias the keys, "What next?"

Tobias watched, walking over to get the keys back and reaching up to close the trunk on the man without a second thought. “Get in”, he said firmly to Vivian, knowing that Alastair would know what to do. “Get in the back seat. We’re going for a drive.”

Alastair took up the passenger seat and winced at his left hand. "Fucked up your set," he complained in reference to the sprain Tobias had set for him just a few days earlier. He glanced back at Vivian and flashed her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Hearing his firm voice made her raise one of her eyebrows, but she didn't question it at all. She got into the back of the car, closing the door behind her. Her eyes wandering between the two of them. Crossing one leg over the other she was wondering what this evening would have in store. Her eyes landed on Alastair and she noticed his smile, she gave him a small one in return. Wanting him to know she was alright, but she also hoped he was as well.

“Be prepared for the out come of this”, Tobias said to Alastair before getting into the car. Once they were all inside, he turned on the engine and pulled out of the car park to head in the direction of somewhere discreet. “The police have only just cleared up the two bodies days ago, we need to take care of this one ourselves” he said mostly to Alastair, though kept his voice loud enough for Vivian to hear.

He tapped his fingers on the dash and nodded in thought. "Pig farm would be better than burying," he tossed the idea out. "They'd take care of him down to the bone. Just have to burn the clothes and get rid of the bullet." It was ultimately Tobias's decision of course. He glanced back at Vivian again. He hoped to god that she could handle it.

Vivian took in everything they were both saying, shocking would be an understatement. Although she really wasn't sure what else she thought they would do. And the police knew about all of this too? It was an information overload for her but for some reason she knew she could trust them. She was going to let them handle it and do what she could to help. But she did know some things that she thought could help, "I'm also pretty sure he doesn't have any family. He spent almost all his time in the pub or hitting on women around town.”

Tobias picked up speed as they got to the main road, looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror to check if she was okay. "You can't predict when workers are around at farms, they work some crazy hours, we can't risk being seen", he said when he moved his gaze back to the road. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it", he picked up more speed, wanting to get out of town as quickly as possible. The village was small, and it didn't take long to get out of it's boundaries.

"Might be worth it to get one on payroll," he said, more just thinking aloud than making an actual business suggestion. Once they were out of the village he turned to his brother to get a better idea of what he was thinking. "Burial it is then? By land or by sea?"

She nodded, he was right that probably wasn't something that needed to be worried about now. Vivian leaned back in her seat, still looking between the two of them. It was interesting to watch the both of them. They seemed to have some sort of system and she didn't want to try to interrupt any of that.

Tobias nodded in agreement — that could come in handy. “I’ll ask the police chief to arrange a meeting. I think it’ll be better to have them there. The speed got them to the site he’d chosen quickly, and he drove straight through the car park and onto the field, turning the engine off. “Vivian, I need you to use your phone as a flashlight. Alastair, help me get him out.”

Alastair raised an eyebrow, surprised he'd actually made a suggestion that his brother found worth while. He wasn't about to dwell on it though, not the time. He got out of the car swiftly and made his away to the trunk. Getting him out was a lot easier with Tobias's help and soon enough they had the man a safe distance from the car.

Vivian got out of the car once they parked, taking her phone out of her pocket as she did. "You got it." She swiped up then turned on the light, holding it up and staying close enough to help them. Even though she felt a lot of questions in the back of her mind, she was still set on helping them.

Once they had the man out of the car and laying down on the ground, Tobias stood over him with a sigh. He didn't want to freak Vivian out with what he was about to do, but it had to be done, and they could keep her quiet if they needed, but his mind told him that wouldn't be necessary. He reached behind himself and pulled the gun out of his waistband, checking the chamber. "We'll have to come up with a story of where we went tonight in case anyone recognised us driving out of the village."

"I'm sure we'll think of something. Maybe the lovely Vivian wanted to take us for a beautiful midnight stroll through the countryside," he joked. "Or we could be on our way to check out a pub in the next town over, something like that." He shrugged and then gestured to Vivian's ear. "You may want to cover up."

She tried her best to keep her eyes from growing when she saw the gun. Vivian rose one of her eyebrows at Alastairs suggestion, honestly it was almost refreshing, glad to have the distraction even for a second. "Don't go stealing my ideas for the future." She joked in return before clearing her throat. "If its to check out a new pub you could have brought me for another opinion." She added on, keeping her phone up for the light. Looking between the two again and finally snapping back to reality. "Thank you." Vivian moved her hands, taking his suggestion.

Though the other two joked between themselves, Tobias remained serious, thinking of ways to handle this situation as he always did. "People would question why we were out at this time. Something along the lines of taking Vivian home after her shift but an emergency came up." Once he'd checked the chamber, he held the gun up, pointing it straight at the other man. He'd have to be close to aim accurately in the dark which meant bloody would splatter back on him, but he'd have to deal with that.

Alastair crossed his arms and looked down at the man. It never sat well with him to watch Tobias get his hands dirty. As far as he was concerned, he did the killing so his brother didn't have to. If Tobias still had to be the one to pull the trigger was fucking good was he to him?

Vivian never thought she would see Tobias holding up a gun to someone. It was a sight to take in, her eyes went to Alastair again. Wondering how the two of them were so calm and collected. "Maybe we can use my injuries that I fell at work, slipped. You guys took me to get checked up." She offered, she wasn't a klutz but not many others knew that." She watched him aim at the other man again. "Do you need more light?" Vivian asked softly, imagining it couldn't be easy to work in the dark.

Tobias looked over at Alastair — he'd been concerned about him from the moment he'd walked out behind the pub, and that feeling hadn't gone anywhere. "Alastair", he said quietly, "This'll be alright, okay?". He turned to Vivian next, nodding. "Yes, that will work, though there will need to be some record of you being there. We can figure that part out. No, i'm fine on light." With that, he turned back to the man, taking the safety off, and with a blank expression, pulled the trigger — he didn't even flinch when blood splattered back at him, he was too used to it.

"I know," he spoke more quietly than he had almost all night. The shot rang out. "Got you here to fix all my mistakes." It came out bitter, aimed at himself rather than his brother. With a sigh he went back to the car and fetched one of towels Vivian had provided him with. He tossed it to Tobias and then turned to Vivian to see how she was managing.

"It was on the schedule that I worked tonight on my own. It was close to closing I could have spilled some water and slipped." She offered, trying her best to try to cover any bases. Although she knew she didn't know as much as the two of them. Vivian almost noticed a change in Alastair, she wanted to ask if he was alright but she knew it wasn't the time. Plus she was more distracted the moment Tobias shot the man, seeming to have no problem with it at all. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to wrap her mind around it, taking a deep breath. Finally taking a deep breath after a few moments.

Tobias just stood there for a few moments, putting his gun back in his waistband. It was a few seconds until he turned around, looking at Vivian with a blood splattered face. "It'll probably be better to say that we took you home, came over with you to make sure you were alright", he said, grabbing the towel as it came towards him and wiping his face. It just smeared some of it, but it was better than it was. Second time in a week he'd have a shirt to deep clean. He turned to Alastair, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him against him to whisper in his ear. "You did what you did to protect someone. That is not a mistake, you did not make a mistake."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded his head against his brother's, willing himself to believe the words. He wasn't sure if he could, but the fact that Tobias believed it lifted a weight from his shoulders. He nodded again and stood up straight. "Yeah, alright. We haven't got all night then. Got to get rid of this body."

"The only thing is I live close to the pub, we would be going the opposite way." Vivian tried her best to clear her mind, moving her phone back but still keeping the light on. She wasn't sure how to react or what to say. It took another few moments to speak again. "We can figure that out later..." She mumbled before looking between the two of them, looking for any further instructions or suggestions.

He walked over to Vivian with a calm manor, putting his hands on her arms as he looked into her eyes. "Vivian", he said softly, making sure his voice was calming. "Tell me that you're okay. I need to know if you're going to handle this. We'll say that we went to the store first because you can't carry shopping on your bike, but the store didn't have what you needed so we drove you back home. I need you to be calm when we get back, you have to be as convincing as possible." His gaze lingered on her for a second before he turned back to Alastair. "There's a shovel in the boot. Grab it while I check he doesn't have any ID on him."

Alastair watched the interaction between the two. He had high hopes that Vivian was going to be able to handle the situation. She was already fairing far better than many others would have in her shoes. He nodded at Tobias's order and grabbed the shovel to begin digging.

Vivian finally let a breath that she was holding in escape her once Tobias's hands moved to her shoulders. She looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding what he said, taking in all of his words before replying. "I'm okay...I'm okay." The second time she said it more confidently. "Convincing is something I can do. I promise." She assured.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with Vivian's response. "We'll discuss certain things, but they can wait until tomorrow, when we've all had a chance to reflect on tonight's events." When Alastair went to get the shovel out, Tobias leaned over the body, searching his pockets and finding the man's phone and wallet. He slid the items into his back pocket and stood back up. "We'll carry him over to the trees, it's better than in the middle of the field. Animals may dig him up to eat him and that'll be in our favour."

Alastair nodded in agreement and headed over to the treeline as directed. He couldn't help but be relieved as he began to dig. It seemed as though Vivian was going to make it through this little incident and be brought into the business.

Vivian nodded again at what he said, thank god because she needed quite a few drinks to be able to relax tonight. Her eyes moved between the two of them before picking her phone back up again for light. "Do you need help carrying him or digging?" She asked, feeling like she wasn't doing enough just providing a source of light for them.

"It'll be difficult for you to carry and hold him at the same time", Tobias said, but it wasn't to deny her help, but to made sure she understand it would be a challenge. "If you can manage to do both, then help me carry him." With that, Tobias put his arms under the man's shoulders, ready to lift him when Vivian had his feet, or to drag him along the ground.

Alastair continued to dig, glancing up at them every few minutes but not stopping his work. For once the pain in his hands was enough that they were actually bothering him. The quicker they got this done, the sooner he'd be back at the pub with some ice.

"It won't be a problem, I promise." Vivian assured, after working out and carrying shipments of alcohol over the years she gained a lot of strength. She easily lifted the mans feet, wrapping on of her arms around so they were still able to have some light to help them. Of course it made her body ache but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Once they got over to Alastair, Tobias slowly started lowering the man to the ground so that Vivian could follow suit. "This will all be taken care of and over soon and we can all go home", he assured them both, looking over at the grave Alastair was digging. "Ready to put him in?"

By the time they'd carried the body over Aastair was just about done with the hole. A few more shovels and he stopped to wipe the sweat from his eyes. "Yeah, it's good. Toss him in."

Vivian set the man down for a moment, glancing over at Alastair. It was still surprising her how quickly the two of them were making this happen. But she didn't question it, not that she wanted to anyways. "Ready?" She asked Tobias before she lifted up the mans feet again.

Tobias nodded at Alastair, before turning back to Vivian and picking the man back up. "Ready", he replied, swinging the man slightly to use momentum before throwing him down into the hole in ground, assuming Vivian would follow suit. He could tell Alastair was suffering, so he gestured to him to hand over the shovel. "I'll finish the rest, take Vivian back to the car and rest your hand."

Alastair hesitated before handing the shovel over. Once again, he felt he was supposed to be the one that did this sort of thing. But he knew that his hands were slowing him down, Tobias would be able to get it done quicker. With a glance down at his bleeding hands, now both the palms and the knuckles, he gave his brother a nod and handed him the shovel. He stepped away from the grave and over to Vivian. "Come on then, Viv."

Vivian helped swing him into the whole, looking down at him once they did. She knew this was one of the many images from this evening she wouldn't be able to get rid of easily. Finally snapping back to reality once she heard Tobias ask Alastair to take her to the car. She felt like she could do more and by the pause of the other man she knew she wasn't the only one. But she nodded, "Of course." She walked with him to the car before glancing back over at his hands. "Are you alright? You're bleeding."

Tobias waited until they had walked away before he started shovelling the dirt over the body laying in the hole. Though he knew that he could always get out of a situation, that didn't mean he wanted them to happen. The chief of police would ensure it didn't come back to them should the body be found after their previous incident, he didn't want to appear as though this would be a regular occurrence. Once done, he followed the others back to the car and threw the shovel into the trunk. "Are we ready to go?"

Alastair gave Vivian a grin. "Yeah, fine," he said to dismiss her question. "Just gotta clean them up a bit. Looks worse than it is. And they've been worse, trust me. This is nothing." He winced a bit as he closed the door after getting inside the car. He looked back at her with a softer expression. "What about you though? Exciting night. How are you holding up, really?"

How he was able to grin after this was beyond her but she appreciated it. She gave him a small smile in return. “Okay if you say so.” One of her eyebrows raising when she saw him wince, closing her own door as well. “I am not quite sure yet.” Vivian said quietly, it’s probably the first time in awhile that her expressions and voice have been so soft in awhile. “It’s a lot. But I’ll be okay, I always try to make sure of that.” When Tobias got into the car she nodded and leaned back against the seat.

Tobias looked over at his brother, before looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror, observing their demeanours to figure out if he needed to offer assurance. "Let's go", he said quietly, turning on the engine and turning the car around to drive back to the village. "So our story is straight, yes? My brother and I took you out of the village to find a store than was open, and we drove you home because they didn't stock what you needed. That's all you need to say. Sure it with assurance, and no one will asked questions."

Alastair nodded at his brother in response, an unspoken understanding. He looked back at Vivian while Tobias laid out the story for them. He was confident she was going to do just fine. If she hadn't broken while seeing a man shot close range in front of her, he doubted having to lie to cover it up would be what did her in.

”It is,” she answered when he asked about their story. Vivian nodded as he continued to speak. “Of course, I can do that.” She assured, “Pretty straight forward and easy if you ask me. It wouldnt be out of the ordinary for me.” It was true, she had almost always been straight to the point. Even more so when she moved to Gradian.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with their answers. He picked up speed as they drove off, though not as much as usual, wanting to get back quietly but without drawing attention to them. After all, they were covered in blood with a muddy shovel in the trunk, not exactly a good luck. "Get cleaned up as soon as you get home. Have a shower, wash your clothes, and get to bed, you're going to need your sleep, you might feel different about all of this tomorrow", he said to Vivian, knowing Alastair would know the usual protocol.

"You alright if I get cleaned up at yours then?" he asked Tobias, already knowing the answer. "Don't want to risk letting anyone see me walk into the inn like this." He lifted his hands. "I'll get blood all over the doorknobs," he joked.

As tempting as it was to just go straight to bed after this she made note of all the instructions Tobias gave her. She nodded, "Regardless of what I feel tomorrow though, I want you guys to know you can trust me." She assured before looking back at Alastair as he spoke. Not being able to help but shake her head, but she appreciated how he was always able to joke around.

Tobias nodded in response to Alastair. He was picking up more speed, getting impatient with the desire to just get home. "Of course", he said, handing him a gold tin from the door pocket. "Light us all a cigarette each, please", he said quietly, glancing at Vivian every so often. "Let's leave that conversation until tomorrow, Vivian. It's better you sleep on it despite how you feel tonight."

Alastair took the tin and began lighting as instructed. He handed one first to Vivian, then Tobias, and finally himself before pocketing the tin to return when they arrived back home. He took a drag and let it out with a deep sigh. He didn't smoke nearly so much as his brother, but he'd never turn it down either. "Been a long night," he said in cooperation with his brother's suggestion of sleep.

Vivian nodded, Tobias was right. Sleep first, gathering thoughts later. Even though she knew she would have the same frame of mind the next day it was still smart to get a nights rest. "Thank you." She said once he handed her the cigarette. Gladly taking a deep breath and pausing for a moment before letting the smoke out. Leaning her head back on the head rest. "I hope we are all able to get decent sleep tonight."

He took the cigarette, thanking Alastair quietly before he took a long drag, using the buttons on his door to put the front windows down as he blew out the smoke. "You'll have to use one of our windows", he said, looking at Vivian in the mirror, "The back ones don't go down." He was silent for a few minutes, not really feeling the need to respond, but after a while, he chose to speak. "I'll be fine, i'm sure Alastair will be too.. If you're having trouble, you can call or text one of us."

A few more minutes of driving and they found themselves back in the village and nearly to Vivian's. He agreed with Tobias's assessment and nodded back to the woman.

Vivian nodded leaning forward to tap out some of ash before taking another drag. It didn't relax her enough but it was a start. "I appreciate it. Really." She gave a small smile in their direction before leaning back again.

It wasn't long at all until they reached Vivian's place, and Tobias turned off the engine, just sitting for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. Though his mind mostly believed they could trust Vivian, there was always doubt at the back of his mind. "We'll speak tomorrow, Vivian", he said, looking at her in the mirror again. "Discuss some things."

When they parked at her house it didn’t register until a moment later that they arrived at her place. She took one last drag of the cigarette letting it out slowly. Looking back up at Tobias. “Okay, sounds good. I work later in the afternoon.” She offered before opening the door to the car. “See you guys later then...” she paused before getting out of the car. “And thank you again, Alastair for helping me. Really.”

He nodded. "I'll get in touch with you in the later morning, it's not a conversation we should be having at work. If you have any problems, get in touch. We've been here enough times to know how to help". He kept the window down to allow Vivian to speak to his brother.

Alastair nodded at her with a little nod. "Any time, Viv," he replied. "Though, hopefully with a less dramatic outcome next time." He waved her goodbye and turned back to his brother.

Vivian waved back at him and took one more glance at Tobias before she stepped back towards building for her flat. Tossing the cigarette down before stomping it out. Once she stepped in she let out a deep breath she felt like she was holding in most of the evening. She knew this was the start to a whole knew chapter in her life.

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ninzied · 6 years ago

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another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “’S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

#kastle #kastleff #kastle ff #kastlenetwork #kastledaily #happy belated birthday haley!!!!!!#sorry for the unpolishedness #i may go back and edit it up a bit later lol #but i wanted to have something for you because you've been so lovely and welcoming!#i can't thank you enough!

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luxexhomines · 6 years ago

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Hello! I was reading through your blog and wanted to ask if you could write for Tsumugi with a female S/O who is the Ultimate Witch? In or out of the V3 universe is fine. Thank you!

Hullo, anon! Thanks for the request!! Although Tsumugi isn’t my favorite character, I so enjoyed writing this. I put it out of the V3 universe, so there are no spoilers for anyone wondering. Wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader be doing “real magic” or magic tricks, so it’s a little vague, haha.Icon credit to 64pxs! Also wow my third request finished in one day although it’s past 1AM & technically a new day here now!

Guess I’d classify this as fluff, too. It’s not that long, so it’s not under the cut. Here you go!

Tsumugi x Female! Ultimate Witch! S/O

You knocked on her door and grasped the doorknob, fully intending to open it and peek in the gap, but your plans were abruptly foiled by her voice.

“Don’t even try,” she cackled. “The door’s locked and I’ve got a chair keeping it closed, you know?”

When you tried to turn it, it was true. It wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Oh, come on, Tsumugi!” You whine right outside the door, making sure she could hear you loud and clear. “I haven’t seen you leave that room for a third day now! I know that you’ve got snacks and a bathroom connected to your room, but that can’t be healthy,” you beg. “Please come out…”

Either she’s ignoring you, or she’s ignoring you. Two perfectly possible options. You could even hear her plaintively humming a random tune, a tune that seemed reminiscent of a folksong–but what did that matter now, when part of her reasons for doing so was to drown out the sound of you?

“Can I at least come in, Tsumugi?” You knock on the door again, but you’re soundly rejected.

“No! You’re not allowed in here for the rest of the week, even if I do come out of the room,” she says firmly.

She was getting strangely obsessive about hiding the contents of her room from you, and you were extremely worried. The only times she ever pulled stunts like this was when she hadn’t finished preparing a cosplay for a con coming up soon, but the problem was that there were no cons coming up soon. As you understood it, she had taken a leave from work to do whatever it was she was doing in that room, and you had no clue what was so important that she’d take a week off of work to do it. She thrived off of that income to make living wage and make cosplays in addition to all her the money from her sponsors.

You could only sigh at the plain white door and walk back to your own room, resigned to your lonely fate for the rest of the week. It was anyone’s guess what she was doing or why she was hiding it from you, including your own, despite being her girlfriend.

You supposed you’d go practice your magic for the upcoming magic show you were holding while Tsumugi did…whatever it was she was doing. There was no time to waste at her doorway, calling her name to a silent answer or pounding on the door in exasperation.

You took a deep breath and gathered your focus for the first act, a rather simple attention-getter with birds flying from your sleeves like colorful ribbons spewing from them. Somehow, it was always the easiest magic that was easiest to mess up, so you ended up practicing the act for at least an hour, worried about the possibility of success in a live performance.

Falling back on the bed, you pant slightly in exertion. Who said magic was as easy as waving a wand? That’s only what magicians wanted other people to believe, after all. If the magician was dropping dead from exhaustion, no one would enjoy the show–no, it was much better for them to believe that the magician possessed unlimited amounts of mana and could continue performing magic for an entire day but just ended it at around an hour for the audience’s scheduling convenience.

But even magicians weren’t immortal. You decided to take a break and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to hydrate yourself before returning to practice, throwing a bitter, yearning look toward Tsumugi’s closed door.

It was going to be a long week, just you and your magic.

On the day of the magic show, you hoped Tsumugi would emerge from her cave, maybe make an appearance. But it was fifteen minutes before the show, and she still hadn’t come.

You let out a sigh of disappointment and return to your dressing room as you pick at your ratty, ripped seams of what used to be a smart looking, black long-sleeved tailcoat and matching pencil skirt. You’d had it since your very first show, and you liked it very much, but it was ready to retire and had been for a while now.

In fact, you were surprised Tsumugi hadn’t commented on it–she usually would make note of any clothes you owned that were no longer serving a functional and aesthetic purpose and bring you out to buy new ones. Speaking of Tsumugi, your dressing room just burst open with a long, blue-haired girl in spectacles and carrying what looks like a newly pressed outfit in black.

“Tsumugi! You’re here,” you gasp. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

She rushes over to you, out of breath and frenetic.

“Oh, good, you’re in your dressing room! Take this,” she thrust the plastic protected outfit at you along with a box of what you assumed to be shoes. “Sorry I’m late, it took me so long to finish this. Go change, your show is starting in ten minutes!”

You look at her in confusion, but do as she asks. You’re used to her frantic nature, even if she was rather laidback most of the time. When you finish dressing, she claps her hands together in delight, and swooning.

“Oh, I knew you’d look great in this! I’ve had this idea for forever, I’m so happy I finally get to see you wear it. I can die happy now,” she declares passionately, almost drooling with excitement, her blue eyes glimmering brightly.

You examine the outfit, which includes a pair of white gloves, black heels, a black top hat, and a similar black tailcoat, black dress shirt and pencil skirt, along with a tie of your favorite color wrapped snugly around your neck that curves over your bust gently.

“Tsumugi, you made this for me?”

She nods proudly.

“I think I did a bang-up job of it, too! It’s absolutely perfect for you,” she beams at you, as lovely and warm as the golden sun, and you can only grin like a fool in response.

“You sure did. You sure did,” you repeat, amazed by her accurate, neat needlework and toiling dedication she had offered you in making the outfit.

“Now, go out there and amaze the crowds,” she encourages you, giving you a light push on the back and going out to join the audience below.

The magic show goes splendidly–you don’t know if you’ve ever done a better job, and all kinds of flowers, roses, daffodils, daisies, skyrocket toward your lone figure standing at the center of the black stage, hoping to be caught by you. You wave at the audience happily and skip on and off the stage to the standing ovation before exiting for good.

Luckily for you, Tsumugi is waiting at your dressing room, so there’s no need for you to push through the masses to find her, and you immediately envelop her in a hug, tackling her, and her breath leaves her with the impact you’ve come at her with. She wraps her arms around your back, and you can feel her pride for you simply seeping out like radioactive waves.

You don’t let go of her for a long, long time, and when you finally let go of her, you smile at her in a daze. You can’t believe your girlfriend is this gorgeous, kind, devoted, thoughtful girl standing in front of her.

“I think I’m in love with you, Tsumugi,” you say, staring straight into her eyes, endless pools of blue.

She smiles back, pushing her spectacles up slightly.

“A good thing, too, because I think I’m in love with you, too. That is, if you couldn’t tell after I spent over a week cooped up in my room to make this ensemble for you,” she replies, gesturing at your outfit.

You pat her on the head.

“Yes, yes, I know, good girl. But I was so lonely,” you pout. “Did you have to leave me alone like that for such a long time? I could have died of loneliness!”

She simply laughs full-heartedly.

“I suppose we’d be in trouble if you were a rabbit, huh? But there’ll be no more loneliness on my watch. That sounds rather presumptuous of me to say, but you can trust me on that,” she smiles charmingly as she puts a hand on her hip.

You laugh back at her, sharing in her joy and playfulness.

“You’d better live longer than I do, in that case,” you tease.

Tsumugi bends toward you and places a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Your wish is my command, royal magician of the court,” she chuckles.

You smirk and slip a hand around the small of her back, pulling her in closer so that both of your bodies are pressed against each other, and kiss her on the lips deeply.

“Then, my first command is that thou shalt stay at my side for the rest of our mortal lifespans.”

You can feel the corners of her lips stretch out and upward at this, and you take that to be her response as you draw her in for many more sweet kisses.

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maneaterwithtail · 6 years ago

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One of my first submissions

however..Korrasami ship war stuff.

Not a fan myself but….I want to encourage more submissions and at the least this is showing lots of effort and points of reference to wide fandom discussion and their feelings.

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korrasami was aforced ship there was no actual build up for it korrasami shippers like to use the car scene or blush ( when korra blushes at compliments she blushed at bolins compliment ) and there was actual evidence and chemistry for makorra in contrast to korrasami. in b3 and b4 there was actual chemistry and we got to see mako talk about korra the person while asami talked about korra the avatar. or how we actually got the camera zoom in and music swell at mako and korras hugh to highlight importance kXa shippers bring up asami bbeing with korra at b3 ending claiming that we would see it if asami was a man but in reality no we wouldnt. (not to mention while she smiled with her dad , the air babies and bolin suggestion of pen pals she didnt smile at them) heck the break up scene in b2 finale even hinted at them still having feelings and getting back together with the I will always love you line. not to mention that both korra and mako over came the flaws which led to their breakup which wasnt due to a lack of compatabiltiy but due to certain flaws like korra expecting an echo chamber from mako basically mako being so afraid of conflict that he disappoints everyone his tendency to avoid conflict and I am sickened by the demonization of mako claiming that it was just that he ends single for he made a couple mistakes in the relationship department in book 1 and they claim he was a creators pet or gary stu. which is bs makorra was handled well (people like to claim it was only a couple wekks when it was months there was a noticeable change of seasons

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/146055648351

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/122071981927/i-take-comfort-in-the-fact-that-although-korra

http://zoetic-aerography.tumblr.com/post/138417305243/korra-was-undecided-about-what-to-do-about-mako

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/post/150196235205/you-love-battle-couples-that-means-you-love

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/post/150197542245/reyshepkorra-replied-to-your-post-you-love

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/151521486788/lucisfenrir-noctis-is-very-weird-when-it-comes-to#notes

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/124974796098/structural-shortcomings-of-the-shipping-variety

http://makobend.tumblr.com/post/116620716280/i-hate-mako-because-he-does-remind-me-of-an-ex

http://redheadjcb.tumblr.com/post/134574174309/reasons-why-asami-isnt-my-favorite-character-and

“

TV creators’ job isn’t to just do whatever their audience wants, though.

What the fans want isn’t always what’s best for the show. Remember this train wreck:

Korrasami was an extremely popular pairing during the show’s first season. They took advantage of this and made it canon with no real build up and just pasted it onto the very end of the show.

“

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/105947039308/bryankonietzko-korrasami-is-canon-you-can

http://ikkinthekitsune.tumblr.com/post/119960030921/robert-submitted-korrasami-devolpment-imeline#notes

https://magiesheartlove.tumblr.com/post/113897307625/why-makorra-and-not-korrasami?is_related_post=1#notes

http://archer-bro.tumblr.com/post/160877420151/reblogingblog-archer-bro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMLk77yoyvg

“. All the “subtext” they said they saw clearly existed only in their delusions, as proven by the aforementioned facts. And like Appabend said, the subtext was so subtle it might have well not just existed. The “evidence” all just seemed like what platonic friends would have done. There was not even a single concrete moment that you could find that crossed over the romantic line and tied all the other moments together, an aspect all well-written subtle romances have. The circumstances show that the fans simply wanted to ship them because they were two girls, and it didn’t have anything to do with their characters. I dislike the idea of pandering/giving the satisfaction and vindication to these fans who ship for such superficial/shallow reasons. They had no basis for their reasoning other than “but muh lesbian pairing” and just got lucky in the end because MD and BK were the type of people who liked to pander to their audience and virtue-signal about how progressive they were, emphasized by how much they milked it afterwards in that tumblr post and everything else they’ve done about it since. In the end, my friend changed her mind and completely disowned the ship and fandom because she realized that it was all just pandering (which surprised me because I didn’t ask her to do that). I also hate how pretentious and over-the-top it was at the end with all of the background visuals and making it the very last thing you remember of the series even though it was focused on mostly other things. PS Sorry for the long comment, I type a lot:) …. In this case, the slash shippers would be using a straw man because we don’t have a problem with the same-sex relationship itself. It was how it was executed in terms of writing quality and context within the story. They’re not asking for same treatment, they’re asking for special treatment and we know that because the creators admitted their intent on doing it because it was a same-sex relationship to please their fans, are clearly glorifying it, shoving it into our faces, and virtue-signaling about how progressive they are. It’s 100% being politicized. They wouldn’t do any of those things if it was just a straight relationship. Heck, Korra ended up with Mako after S1 and you can see the clear difference between that and KA on how that was treated by creators and fans alike. In terms of hints, I stated that the hints themselves were too subtle to prove they were intentional, and one of the ways people can tell if it’s going romance is that there is usually at least be a early single moment in which it clearly goes over the romantic line to tie it all together, like smiling and blushing while looking away or getting embarrassed by being pointed out how close you are to that person, etc. And if they were bi, they would have shown it in general, not just with each other. “ http://wuuthradical.tumblr.com/post/163111623958/autistic-2-d-wuuthradical-buffallura

https://g00doldboy.tumblr.com/post/163111027317/is-this-it

http://wuuthradical.tumblr.com/post/162964426138/what-really-gets-me-about-korrasami-is-how-it

http://celticpyro.tumblr.com/post/164869535184/firelordderpy-aggravatedvincevaughn

http://snowembrace.tumblr.com/post/166247501865/so-anon-meant-korrasami-option-i-remember-the

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/post/148337966795/the-authors-are-dead-drikei-i-just-fucking-hate

I am personally annoyed at how bryke try to act like korra and asami were friends since b1 when

their friendship started at b3. which is something that they brought up in b3 commentary ( and check out other fantastic-nonsense posts because they made alot ofposts criticizing korrasami and support of makorra

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/tagged/makorra

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/post/169571636785/about-mako-going-with-korra-to-finish-her-recovery

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/tagged/anti%20korrasami

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/tagged/korrasami

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/tagged/lok-fanwank

http://fantastic-nonsense.tumblr.com/tagged/makorra-defense-squad

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Now personally I think Korrasami is one of those mixed blessings. Yeah kids show went there but its as sudden and shallow as existing hetero relationships. I DO think the build up was there but its unsatisfying because, like any anime, its not there much post confession and its more teases.

This is especially, for me, because I REALLY didn’t like the character of Asami or get everyone’s deal with her. She seemed to exist to be Best Girl and… that it. My biggest disappointment was the closing of her arc with the death of her father and then, surprise, another love plot.

Overall though I can’t devote much dislike for the relationship as a whole so much as a connected but not causative (Gabrielle and Janet did have some decent chemistry and there were possibilities) phenomenon of “the men suck so GO Muh Lesbians” which so underlies my experience with the idea I can understand OTHERS attributing the change as “pandering”

However, ultimately, I’m just over it. For some its meaningful even if not all that. And considering into Fangbone AND Sailor Moon when I know there is more challenging or at least advanced if not better fare? I should just accept it.

I am not anti- Korrasami so much as against anti-Mako (and Makorra) and really its a simpler but more nested problem as I think people latched onto Asami as one of the characters who… lets say retained her potential untainted for many fans. But for me she was more of a waste than Mako ended up for me by the time he became a cop and not just Edward Cullen if he was from a K-drama. S2 fixed him so much for me but thats also when the hatchet was put into play and then S3 started and…it hurt how I could see they were handling the ex-boyfriend (and way WAY WAY buttering up this Suddenly Sisterhood of Korra and Asami

“ as a whole she’s missing something. She isn’t ‘moe’ but she reminds me of the sketching and depth of such a style of character. A collection of traits to interest [the audience] as to full person even as she is interesting but feels thin. “

-me

#submission #shipping is serious business #Makorra #Korrasami

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