#i have nothing against other people's headcanons and they should have nothing against mine. that's basically the bottom line here.

[snaggletoothedbastard]

Y'know what, I'm going to go into this in a bit more detail.

Fiction can be interpreted in all sorts of different ways. Everyone has different ideas about what something means to them. Therefore, when presented a Thing, two people are likely to interpret it differently to each other. It's the same Thing for both people, but because their lives and experiences and identities are different, they may connect to it in different ways.

And that is okay.

An example of a Thing that causes a lot of debate in this topic is the relationship between the characters Frodo and Sam from Lord of the Rings. Some people ship them, some people don't. An aro and/or ace person, or someone who is just less interested in romance and sex, might look at their relationship and think, "That's the kind of relationship I have/would like to have with my friends, therefore I see it as platonic." Another person, perhaps a gay or m-spec person, or someone who is just more interested in romance and sex, might look at the same relationship and think, "That's the kind of relationship I have/would like to have with a romantic partner, therefore I see it as romantic."

And you know what? Neither person is wrong. They've been given a Thing, and that Thing connects to each person in a different way, and because in the case of Frodo and Sam neither character's sexuality is specifically mentioned or even hinted at (except for Sam and Rosie but let's be real, that's not a big part of the story) there is no evidence against and no way to disprove either claim. It is simply a matter of preference.

Now, sometimes you do get characters who are canonically supposed to represent a marginalised identity, for example, Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives, who is canonically asexual and ends up in a romantic relationship with Martin. If a fan of The Magnus Archives were to say, "Actually, Jon isn't ace," that would be incorrect. Likewise, if someone were to say, "Actually, Jon and Martin aren't romantic partners," (when referring to the later seasons, of course) that would also be incorrect. But when it comes to headcanons, because those can't really be proven either way, you don't get to say whether they're right or wrong. With heacanons, nobody is right and nobody is wrong, but everyone has the freedom to come up with whatever interpretation they want. And when it comes to marginalised identities in particular, headcanons are often someone's way of feeling represented by a Thing when there might not be a lot of good canon representation available. And this can apply to many different people, and all those people are well within their right to connect a Thing to their own experiences, even if it's different from how others connect to the same Thing.

I'm allowed to enjoy content in which Frodo and Sam are a romantic couple, because 1. I just like it, and 2. as someone who is asexual and alloromantic, I feel that they represent the kind of relationship I'd like to have with a romantic partner, and with a friend. I just happen to consume more of the romantic content because I think romance is nice. But other people feel differently, and that's good, and they are allowed to enjoy content in which they're not a romantic couple, and their reasons for doing so are just as valid as mine. It only becomes a problem when people try to dictate the interpretations that others can and cannot have about a Thing. You don't have to enjoy other people's headcanons and content, but the solution to that problem is to use the block button, so you can go on your merry way enjoying whatever content you like, and everyone else can do the same.

i know this is a thing that Literally Everyone says, but some people really do need to stop viewing their personal headcanons as Facts.

[rita-repulsa-ke]

jealousy

post-finale, set in the past. Death is a jealous lover, they are both exceedingly petty. They are doing their normal fighting and flirting thing, maybe a bit more fighting. This is probably PG-13.

Going with two headcanons, that Death can’t kill people directly and that Agatha and Death have a deal where Agatha kills for her to keep herself alive, thus the murders.

Also Agatha speaks incredibly anachronistically on purpose, because she should be able to.

In 1780, Agatha takes a woman to bed.

No one who matters, a younger woman she passes on the street, doubles back to compliment the sewing on her dress, and then to compliment the blush on her cheeks. She forces herself listening to the girl's concerns about her upcoming nuptials, plies her with beer and sympathy until finally she gets her bodice off and things proceed from there as they have for the centuries before and will for the centuries after.

Her plaything has run off home when the air currents in the room change and the scent of grave dirt fills the room. Agatha, lying naked on the bed, opens her eyes, her expression twisting to one of malevolent, contemptuous hatred, and looks up at Death.

"Oh," she says. "It's you."

"I want her," Rio says with no precursor, motioning in the vague direction of the door and presumably the girl who had recently exited through it.

"Sure," Agatha says, easing up to sitting, reaching for her clothes, aware of the way she is being stared at, hungry, possessive. "I don't mind if you have my sloppy seconds."

"Agatha," Rio complains, because they both know Agatha is being purposefully uncooperative. "I want her dead." She slices her knife lazily through the air, a slow cut across an invisible throat.

"Do it yourself then," Agatha says, then gasps in mock-shock. "Oh, but that's right, you can't! It isn't her time. That's too bad for you, I'm so sorry."

Rio rolls her eyes. "I'll let you skip the next tithe."

Agatha stops and considers that. It's a good offer. That's time she could use for things other than finding and killing a coven of witches, time for her own personal projects, of which she was many. And it would be easy, she wouldn't even have to watch. There's hair all over her pillow, one of those and the right spell and the woman will sicken and die by morning.

She should say yes. It's just that she's very, very petty.

"Nope. Don't feel like it. She wasn't that bad in bed, honestly. Better than you ever were," she says, hopping into her pants, still shirtless and aware of where Rio's eyes are.

Look all you want, she thinks, you'll never get to touch. It's a stupid, small, petty victory, how much Death wants and can't have her, but such little victories are some of the few joys left to her.

"You're so immature," Rio murmurs and Agatha snorts.

"I'm getting better. Remember when I went through my bad boy phase?"

Rio studies her, head tilted to one side, hip cocked, aggressive and deadly, but Agatha isn't worried. Death can't touch her. There are rules.

And then Rio has her down on the bed, straddling her, the knife against her abdomen and Agatha remembers the fine print of those rules.

Rio can't take her life, but there's nothing stopping her from causing Agatha pain. And that knife is positioned in a way that could cause quite a bit of pain.

"Reconsider," Rio says, looking down at her with unnerving adoration.

"Hey, when we're talking about immature, can we talk about your sudden desire to have me kill the first woman I've had in my bed since—" she stops what she might have said, self-corrects. "In thirty years?"

In answer, Rio trails her fingers over Agatha's neck, down to her collarbone, but no further. Agatha finds herself wishing she had gotten her shirt on before they'd ended up like this. Those warm fingers on her skin evoke memories she could do without.

"Mine," Rio says. "All mine. No one else touches you."

Agatha bursts into snorting laughter, quickly restrained by the blade indenting her skin. "Wow, this is incentive to turn into the biggest slut possible. Feel free to do your creepy lurking, though. Watch all you want." Her hand cups Rio's cheek and with great care, she levers herself up on her elbow. "Miss me, baby?"

"Yes," Rio says, turning lighting-quick, pressing a kiss to Agatha's palm. Agatha jerks her hand back, wipes it on the bed with the expression of someone who squashed a bug barehanded.

"Ew," she complains, and okay, maybe Rio is right and she is petty, but the flicker of real fury in Rio's eyes, behind the more obvious exasperation, is very rewarding.

Then the knife bites in, sends a trickle of blood down her stomach and she hisses in pain. "Do what I want," Rio singsongs. "Or take your medicine."

"How about option C?" Agatha snarls, magic slamming into Rio's chest, throwing her across the room. She scrambles up, snatches her shirt, but has to shield against the next attack before she can put it on. Black tendrils of magic try to find a way around her shields, crawling bits of craft probing for any weakness.

"Still so sloppy," she taunts.

"How so?" Rio asks, not bothering to hide her amusement at Agatha trying to pull a shirt on with one hand while she continues to cast with the other. "And when did you get so modest, anyway?"

"Honey, no one likes to be ogled by their ex," Agatha says. "As for how, you are using so much power for that little exploratory spell, if you didn't have literally endless limits, you'd burn out before—"

She stops abruptly, because this is starting to get fun. She's starting to smile, a wild, exhilarated smile. She's starting to feel the urge to giggle, to experiment with spells, to find out if she can remove the floor from under Rio before she notices and send her plummeting into the room below.

For one breath, one heartbeat, she's forgotten to grieve.

She drops her shields at the same time Rio launches a real attack. It won't kill her, but it will hurt.

That's all right. It should.

Then there is a shape in front of her, only very slightly a woman, the impression of arms spread wide and an all-encompassing, welcoming darkness, the space behind the world.

The spell hits, and then there is only Rio, staggering, holding her side and Agatha's instinct is to reach for her, catch her, offer comfort or more likely, a scolding about not being able to better redirect her own energy—

Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest and watches, impassive, unmoved.

Rio whirls on her, nostrils flared, eyes wide. "What was that—" she stops, looks at Agatha. Snorts without mirth. "Oooh. Ags, if you want it to hurt that badly, you only have to ask." The knife is back in her hand, as much a part of her as any of her limbs. Perhaps more so, who can say what real shape lies under her favored guise? "I've got better ways than magic." She pauses, then adds, softer, more careful, "And that could have really hurt you."

"Can't have your favorite killing machine injured, hmm?" Agatha purrs. "Who'd get you all those bodies you love so much?"

"You know that isn't why," Rio says, colder, unimpressed.

Agatha shrugs, indifferent, resummoning her magic. "So are we going to do this or—"

Rio doesn't answer. She looks away from Agatha, always a bad idea. "…ss me," she murmurs, syllables too soft to be properly made out.

"What was that?"

"Kiss me. And I'll let it go." She still can't make herself look at Agatha.

"Wow," Agatha says, then repeats. "Wooooow. This is a new low, even for you. I know you're obsessed with me," she tosses her hair, preens a little. "And who could blame you. Still, that is really pitiful."

Rio taps her knife against the air, her expression one of grim patience, as though Agatha is a trial she’s trying to will herself through. "You can't beat me."

Agatha snorts. "We'll see about that. But all right, Romeo. Let me skip the next tithe and I'll do it."

Rio nods at once, as easy as that.

Agatha swaggers toward her, places her hand on her former lover's cheek, shockingly warm against her palm. "Close your eyes," she whispers, her voice gone husky. "I'll make it good."

Rio trembles ever-so-slightly and obeys.

Agatha spins her free hand in the air, mouths a silent incantation and the floor drops out from Rio, sends her plummeting into the room below as Agatha cackles with delight and for just a moment, forgets to grieve.

if you haven’t read it, I recommend the mistake.

[patchiko]

Thank you for responding 😭😭😭 lol he IS a runner dog. Leave the door open for even a tiny bit and he’s gone in the blink of an eye.

So speaking of dogs/cats do you think AK Jason would ever get a pet?

I’ve always thought of Jason as a dog person (I think in the comics it’s mentioned he had a dog named sparky and he had a pitbull (❤️) in RHATO) but as for AK Jason I don’t really have any thoughts on a pet situation. If he did get a dog I could see it maybe as a move for mental or emotional support… (I mean I got my own dog so I could have company, learn responsibilities and get exercise. I love him so much 🥺)

But ohhhh just thinking of Jason coming home and the dogs going nuts cause “dads” home just melts my heart

(Gunna be 🌻 anon in case I do any future requests haha 😂)

FIRST OFFICIAL REGULAR ANON THIS FEELS SO COOL!

🌻 anon, in my brain he has or gets a dobermann. (mainly bc i have one) BUT UR SO REAL, a dog’s responsibility and bond is something he slowly comes to accept and love AND UR SO RIGHHT HIS DOG WOULD LOVE HIM SMMM

THIS GOT SO LONG SO IM JUST TURNING IT INTO

Ak!Jason Todd With A Dog Headcanon

I think a dog would be really helpful with Jason accepting love.

I think at first itd be hard to him but as the dog grows, jason starts getting it. Why people love having animals so much, their simplicity of love, loyalty, and innocence becomes a virtue to him.

the routine and companionship <3

jasons dog ends up being the reason he has to get up everyday, a responsibility that isn’t based on the foundation of a legacy but a bond, a seemingly simple bond.

nothing over the top either. a simple transaction of ill give you anything you need and ill give you everything i have.

and once he comprehends his dog’s loyalty, and how much his dog gives him and the little he gives his dog compared to as much as hes given others

ITS SO OVER, HE’D LIGHT UP 80 MFS IN A WALMART PARKING LOT FOR HIS FUCKIN DOG—

just him thinking about the fact how such little things can turn into an oddly complex relationship

realistically this dog doesn’t even get to see most of his life, but he’d be there for all of the dogs

and then he gets it, how much it means.

FUCK I LOVE MY DOGGG MY BABY MY BABY

and your honor, he’d love a dobermann so much.

OKAY, a lot of people see Dobermanns as big scary breeds but i have one and he is so the opposite (turns out a lot of dobermanns are)

The whole reason Dobermanns couldnt be uses as war dogs anymore is because of how loyal they are. They couldn’t function properly if they weren’t with the person that trained them.

They latch onto someone and will only ever fully listen to that ONE person.

So I think a dog like this would be really nice for jason, with this along with thinking about how much mine helped me out / the way mine improved my mental.

yes im projecting bc i love my dog so much

Dobes are high maintenance when it comes to exercise, so i think Jason would really enjoy the scheduling one puts him on.

one walk should be an hour and some change long and they need at the very least TWO of these a day

so i think i like that it gets him outside and he gets to bond with his dog without having to do some over the top play session

jason also canonically did track if I’m not wrong, and because of him having a military schedule, i can totally see him doing morning jogs or just some random long ass walk with his dog at like 4AM

My dobes follows me, even if i move to a separate part of my couch he always moves to lay by my feet. so ill think of Jays dog just laying in a room where he trains, jason just enjoys the presence of his dog.

NOT TO PROJECT ON HIM TOOOO MUCH but jason definitely has full blown conversations with his dog, or just randomly starts venting to him

and the dog always does some silly shit that has him biting back a smile

or the dog just rests his body against his and jason just feels like its listening so he just keeps goin

idk if you guys every see a dobermann get excited but they start running around and they look like a stupid deer and Jason can’t not smile at it.

makes jason feel especially good when he comes home and the dogs so excited

jason could come home after the worst night shift in his fuckign vigilante life and can’t help his smile bc of the way his dog runs up to him

he’ll be so fuckin annoyed but as soon as his silly long faced ahh dobermann run up to him, hes cheesing so hard.

especially bc of the way the dog slips around bc of his smooth tile/wooden floor

Dobermann also have weirdly distinct and human personalities, a long with being smart as shit so i think itd stimulate jasons brain a lot

jason would try to teach his dobermann to be more of a guard dog, but the dobes would only show his training when hes protective of jason. Everything else, he just like jason is just.. standing.

his dog is also awkward, but i also think his dog has anxiety, more specifically attachment anxiety bc Jason spoils the shit out of him.

projecting so bad but jason could be having a mental breakdown and his dobes will come up to him and start whining for a walk, and that walk, that schedule just helps jason get back on track so much.

gets his gears turning, just the sense of normalcy he finally is getting.

he stops crying while leaving the house or getting ready to go, by the end of the walk, hes still sad, really fucking sad, but a calm kind of sad, he doesn’t wanna punch a wall, or fight someone, or drown himself in whiskey, he just wants to lay down with his dog and go to bed.

and then when he gets home he continues his dogs routine

he gives him water and food, he checks his paws for glass of anything stuck while he drinks or eats so he’ll stay still because his dog always waddles away if hes not pre-occupied, he’ll wipe his dogs face cause its always so wet and messy after he eats, and they lay down on a his couch and falls asleep.

:( loves his dog sm, just grounds him

and what kills jason about it, is the dog probably doesn’t even comprehend that.

he’d literally die for his dog.

dobes just walking up to jay and wanting his affection and jason will always at the very least rest his hand on his head which for most dobermann’s is the only thing they need.

the first time jason ever really felt connected to his dog is when it comes up to him and lays by him while he’s sitting on the floor after a bad night, he likes it because the dog has the full ability to go lay on a bed or his couch but he chooses to cold, hard floor, just because jasons there.

just how mundane it is having a dog makes him feel so normal kefhidjdkd kisses him

i love dogs, i like dogs with training issues, i like dogs that get a little more nervous then others, i like dogs that have been through something, i like dogs that seem just a little more human then other dogs. i love dogs

anyway heres my dog

sniffle sniffle sob sob laying on the floor with my dog as we speak, requests / inbox is open if you wanna drop something

[death-munchkin]

I have come to the conclusion that there is a very very large overlap in the people who assume that Astarion is "secretly uncomfortable" with a polyam relationship with Halsin and people who a) have zero social awareness, or b) are polyphobic, or c) both. Astarion is not uncomfortable with polyamory, he is uncomfortable participating in sex. Those are two very different things. Astarion is insecure about his ability to be a 'fulfilling' partner to Tav due to his aversion to sex, and that is a perfectly natural fear almost everyone who's ever been repulsed by or reluctant to participate in sex can attest to. My fellow Ace and/or sex repulsed people you should know well how scary it can be to not feel sure that your partner is satisfied. Astarion at no point sounds sad about the proposal, with the exception when specifically asking if it's because he hasn't been putting out enough recently (Note, Astarion and Tav would not have had sex at this point for a wee while), and if Tav reassures him that he is special to them just the way he is, he is genuinely happy.

"But he doesn't enjoy having sex with the Drow twins." My dear sweet child, he explicitly says he's not ready for that yet. At no point does he pretend to be okay with it only to secretly not be. He clearly and firmly says he is not okay with it, and you only get the narration about him seeming empty if you pressure him into it. This does not happen with Halsin. I repeat. This does not happen with Halsin! Astarion never, I repeat NEVER says anything akin to "not being sure" or "I don't know", or "I'm not ready for this" in regards to Halsin's proposition, while he CLEARLY says that about the Drow twins.

Why, you may then ask, is he uncomfortable with the Drow twins but not Halsin? Well, for one, the Drow twins are sex workers. And while in this house we 100% respect love and support all sex workers, they were unfortunately likely targets during his thrall days, and they almost certainly open up some wounds he's not ready to explore yet. Secondly, with the Drow twins he is pressured to participate. Again, Astarion is uncomfortable participating in sex, not with polyamory as a whole. Astarion would be uncomfortable being pressured into basic vanilla christian one on one sex with Tav just as much as he would be uncomfortable being pressured into sex with the Drow twins. That has nothing to do with polyamory. He would not be and is not uncomfortable with Tav having sex with, kissing or flirting with Halsin, as long as he is at no point forced to or pressured to physically participate himself.

Consider why every other character who is against a relationship with Halsin explicitly says so (for those of you who compare Astarion to Karlach, Karlach does explicitly say she is against it.) Consider how every single time Astarion is against something, with the exception of some events in Act 1, he explicitly says so. Consider how Astarion literally does bring up something that concerns him in that very conversation, and clearly states his concerns regarding his own sexual availability, but at no point even hints at being uncomfortable with Tav's romantic/sexual interests. And perhaps consider why you are so intent on having characters be "secretly against polyamory".

Because I will die on the hill that Astarion is a sex repulsed polyam sexual (possibly mono-romantic) pan gremlin of a man. edit to clarify: This post is about people who are insistent on that assumption, as in, refuse to accept that they may be mistaken, or that their assumption is exactly that, an assumption with no direct proof to support it. I don't mind people who headcanon, you live your life I'll live mine, I mind people who assume he's secretly against it, and then state that as fact and canon when it simply isn't, it's a headcanon, an assumption, a plot you would like to believe, NOT something established by direct canon evidence. If you prefer to read him as uncomfortable, that's fine and none of my business. If you prefer to read him as secretly strictly monogamous and either too insecure to speak up or doesn't realize it himself, that's fine and none of my business. Hell, if you draw fanart about it and write a whole ass 100 million word fanfic creating a whole new alternate universe which becomes more popular than the game itself, it's still fine and none of my business. But the second you speak your opinion and assert that it's fact, I have just as much a right to speak my opinion and tell you you're wrong.

[greeen-bean]

Trans!Nick Nelson headcanons

He came out/started transitioning quite young, like 7/8 (like jimmy)

His mum was always really supportive and would help him and fight for him

David not so much :/ he would tease him and make "jokes" about it like he does with the bisexuality

and his dad doesn't get it either but sort of goes along with it because he's never there anyway

Both of them definitely give him some toxic masculinity mind set

He has to be big and strong and not emotional etc etc etc

His mum fought for him to get into the boys school

I could imagine him spending a year or so at Higgs maybe before transferring but it doesn't work with my other thoughts on this so let's put a pin in that

He would love playing rugby and as he got older would work more on bulking himself up and getting more muscular to try and hide his more feminine features

At school nobody knows he's trans (other than the teachers and stuff), he looks masculine enough and had been socially living as a boy for so long nobody really notices

(Also are age 11 everyone kinda looks the same and after that kids just go with things)

He's on the rugby team but because of stupid rules of boys and girls playing against each other he isn't actually allowed to play any matches

ACTUALLY I've just looked it up and apparently "In exceptional circumstances, a player over 12 years of age may play on a mixed gender team where no other option in continuing to play Rugby exists." (<- from the World Rugby website, there's more info about it there)

More on that, from what I'm gathering, that is allowed up until age 15, so not really applicable to heartstopper era nick but my point stands

He's on the team, probably still captain/on his way to being captain, but doesn't play matches

Back to regularly scheduled programing

He also gets changed ina separate room

He brushes all of this off with a vague "medical reasons" explanations

Coach Singh is him BIGGEST supporter

She is ride or die for him

If ever anyone makes a comment about anything regarding Nick Nelson she is ON THEM

2 laps round the pitch

3 laps

Anything to get people to stfu because she gets him

He's kinda paranoid about people finding out he's trans and of being thought of as a girl (definitely David's fault)

I can imagine him getting really stressed when he hears about this gay kid being bullied aswell in a like "what would they do to/think of me if they all knew the truth" so he keeps his head down

Same when Elle comes out, he doesn't know her that well and knows he should say something to Harry and everyone but he can't get himself to (more on Elle later)

When he starts hanging round Charlie it's kinda the first time he's being confronted with queerness that isn't his own

He is stuck in this constant loop of "I can't like him because I'm straight and that means I like girls and not boys" and "if I like him does that mean I'm gay? And arnt gay boys usually more feminine? I can't be feminine" and "if I like a boy that's just the same as me being a girl" and "even if I did like him which i definitely do not if Charlie knew the truth he wouldn't like me back because he is gay and likes men and I wouldn't be that"

They do get together tho like they do in the comics and it's fine except Nick hasn't told Charlie that he's trans and can't get himself to, and he feels crazy guilty about it

When Charlie introduces Nick to Elle he is kinda scared of her

In the sense that, he felt so guilty about what happened to her and how he did nothing

But also he's scared she'll figure him out

When Charlie starts talking about Tao and Elle liking each other nick gets confused

Tao is straight and knows Elle is trans so... how is he okay with that?????

Nick starts asking Charlie all these questions about Elle and her transition and her relationship woth Tao

And its not a fight but they have a small disagreement about it

"I get that you're interested but these things you're asking are not your business and they are different not mine to share with you. If you want to know something about Elle then you need to ask her yourself, if she doesn't wanna tell you then drop it"

So nick goes to Elle himself... after building up the courage to do so

He's perfectly respectful and all but Elle understandably gets cagey to begin with

Last thing she needs rn is some rugby lad sticking his nose in somewhere

But she soon catches on that there is something else going, she just doesn't know what

Whist Nick is going through the stages of for the first time ever having someone understand how he feels

He comes out to her

"I'm... I was... um... I'm also... trangender 😶"

And at first Elle thinks he means mtf, and trys to be supportive of that

"No no no... like... I was born um a girl... so the other way"

"Oh. Oh!"

"You're actually the first person I've told about that haha"

And they talk about it, talk about nicks experience and how it's different to Elle and how its the same as elles and how shitty people can be and how wonderful people can be and about how

Also he apologies to her for not saying anything back when she was at truham

She doesn't think it's needed but appreciates it nonetheless

She asks about him not telling anyone else and specifically about Charlie not know

He tells her what he's so scared off and insecure about

"This isn't about Charlie, nick, he doesn't need to know until you're ready to talk about it. Or ever, maybe, if that's how you want you relationship to go."

"Yeah :/"

"And take it from someone who knows Charlie and has known Charlie, he'll be okay with it"

"Yeah :) anyway what about Tao?????c

"Stfu"

And Nick does tell Charlie. But I couldn't tell you how cuz after the conversation with Elle my mind stops thinking so :) i guess we (and Charlie) will never know

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Definitely not an attempt to change your mind about the scene or how it makes you feel, I also have my own characters and scenes I can't be sympathetic about for my own reasons (Mahiru and Kirumi come to mind). Just wanted to talk a bit about how it makes me feel and why.

I don't necessarily think that thinking the "You're alone and you always will be" was deserved has to be at odds with being sympathetic toward Kokichi. I think it was entirely deserved and that's part of why it hurts for me on a deep and personal level. Kokichi did it to himself, he pushed everyone away and made them hate him on purpose, he has no one to blame but himself. When I think about the lengths he went to in order to make the others hate him, and I imagine that in the context of a VR style post-game that's when it becomes an emotional punch in the gut for me. At the time his own emotional needs and feelings didn't matter and in a way he was self sabotaging by hurting others without needing to really think about the potential long term effects, but after all is said and done, if Kokichi had to realize that he's still alive and now he has to deal with the consequences of pushing everyone away, that's when it hurts. He's alone and he did it to himself and he can't blame anyone if they want nothing to do with him, and that's exactly why I can emphasize as someone who once lashed out and pushed people away because I was hurting, it gets to me because if someone said that to me it might break me, maybe even more if I fully deserved it.

I can totally see what you mean! Kokichi's self sabotage and isolation are really really interesting to me. Its part of why in my own vr post-game headcanons he makes himself hard to find, unable to cope with having to face the consequences of everything he did and also no longer able to keep up as strong of a facade (it broke down beyond repair in the exisal hanger, he's just too tired now).

Through how you're describing it, I can see why this scene can be so good for Kokichi angst. And this is kinda what I meant by "besides the angst that only lives in my head" (i guess not only mine!)- exploring it as something that just further drove the wedge between him and the group and worsened his self isolation- or as a consequence to what he had been doing to himself, still cutting deep- thats cool! I want to see more of it!

I guess it comes down to the fact that most fan art I've seen about this moment that focuses on Kokichi as the sympathetic figure rubs me wrong for a couple key reasons. One is just because of my own personal emotional experience of ch4, I find it Extremely difficult to connect with art sympathizing with him during this chapter. Before and after I can do it, but I get too blinded by everything that happened to Gonta in ch4 to really sympathize with him in the moment.

The second thing is the delivery. The work that triggered that post last night was a comic of Shuichi berating himself for ever saying something like that to kokichi- cause god forbid Kokichi face any consequences for the things he did, right? Cause everyone should immediately forgive him and he should be treated as a saint, right? Sorry, I just think it ignores the very interesting exploration possible in Kokichi having to overcome his self-isolating tendencies and realize that its okay to rely on others, or that he needs to face the things he did and how he hurt people. This is a trend I see a lot in older (2017-2019ish) v3 fanworks that is a massive pet peeve of mine in general. Kokichi should be allowed to have the flaws the he has, cause fanworks that explore them are SO GOOD.

I've also unfortunately seen it in a lot of older kokichi fanworks that feel OOC to me, where he like, goes back to his room and cries his eyes out over how mean shuichi was to him, or other things along those lines. It goes so against my own view of how Kokichi experiences his emotions (extreme repression! "Hit the reset button on your feelings and you'll feel okay in no time", anyone?) that it makes me black out from cognitive dissonance.

So yeah, I really like how you described it anon!! I wish more fanworks actually got into that moment in this way.

[maskednihilism]

A statement

ooc.

I'll just get straight into it. No preamble.

Rath, Terios, Typho, @ huijarii / @ dupliciti / @ coldbulwark /@ smusmaes, whatever the fuck you decide to call yourself, and I had a falling out last year, sometime in November 2023.

What pushed it is honestly none of anyone's business. What was a stupid drama between two people should've stayed that way. A stupid drama between two people. However, ever since that time, it has been looming over my Honkai Star Rail rp career.

Every new person I'd try to interact with, Rath was right there to snipe in and push me out. I couldn't make connections for months without the looming fear of this person running to them and worming their way in to push me out of interactions. 

Since then, I've made friends, people who didn't care about the drama or quite frankly didn't know about it. It took ages and at times I felt like giving up. I felt so paranoid because of how Rath acted around me that I kept wavering from being kind to manic. You will understand why in a bit.

I never asked anyone to choose a side nor will I do it in the future. All I've asked from people is to not mention them and more recently, due to reasons, not to roleplay with me if they actively interact with them.

That's how things should've been. But people talk. People make connections. Others are dropping Rath faster than flies. Jokingly, it's been so many victims that I suggested to one of them to make a union with me and make ourselves unionize against them. That's how many there are of us.

I won't speak of their stories as that's not my own to speak. But mine I will gladly tell, with admittedly low evidence as I, the stupid fool, thought I didn't need to screenshot every single weird moment Rath had with me. I did genuinely believe we were friends but there's a repeated pattern of behavior with them. They will emotionally suck you dry and expect you to give more and more while you are given nothing in return.

And to be honest? It wasn't even the worst of it. I got off easy. Others not so much. Again, their story to say, not mine.

What I can say is that if Rath wants to refute it, go ahead. Post the FULL chat log between us on discord. From our group server to the dms. Post it all. I give my full consent because I know if you did, it would prove to everyone how unhinged you are. If there is any problematic content or not pc wording in those dms, I will gladly explain though I'm confident even without me explaining them, the dms explain myself fairly well. I have nothing to hide.

Now you may be asking, “Prince, why are you saying all of this? Is this a call out? Is this drama?” 

Yes this is drama. And why I'm saying this is well, again. People talk. I had a chat with someone about it, and they confirmed by a third party, another victim, that Rath was indeed, stalking and watching over me. This is what pushed me over the edge.

It explains why they kept mirroring me, my posts, my headcanons, how they knew who I followed and didn't despite my efforts of keeping them blocked and them also having me blocked.

I genuinely believed I was insane, that I was overthinking things when they kept dangling interactions with them only to take it away because idk. Maybe there was a different, better, roleplayer out there. I felt alone and felt like I was seeing things when there wasn't anything.

I wasn't. Others see it too. They're simply too polite or too scared to say it. Everyone in the rpc says they don't want drama but how can there be none when someone is actively doing this kind of shit behind the scenes? 

And it's the same methodology. Rath befriends you, love bombs you, slowly starts cutting attention away from you and then drops you for a shiny new roleplayer. But if that person drops them, you have to be there for them. No, that's not how this works. 

So rather than speaking in hush tones and whispers, I'm saying it out right. Unlike Rath, I will make myself known. I think you need help. I think you should march yourself into therapy and tell them “hey, I'm not mentally well. I need help.”

Because people will not offer that help to you if you use them the way that you do.

This will be my only post about this situation. I'm holding myself accountable. Originally on a previous draft of this post I said I would have a friend bonk me if I mentioned this again on main. I removed that statement because that isn't holding accountability. I need to do it myself.

To the victims, I offer sympathy. We were all misled in one way or another, choosing to believe a friend instead of investigating the matter. I know I did. And it almost cost me a friend. If I knew what they also went through, I would've done more to get them away from them. What's done is done. We both reconciled and are making amends towards each other.

I also don't want to become a “Foster's home for Rath’s victims”. If you were hurt by Rath and you want to follow me because you want to bond over that, I rather you didn't. While I have trauma bonded with at least two victims this way, I think we all deserve better. You deserve better.

If you want to follow because you believe Sampo and your muse can engage in shenanigans, then please by all means, go for it. Though I will say I feel a bit wary of those in Rath’s circle. Both to prior members and current ones so forgive me for being a bit jumpy around you if you do end up following me. I will offer as much kindness as I'm able to regardless.

If you're wondering why I keep saying Rath rather than Terios or Ty or whatever goofy ass name they have now… Well because I want them to know that no matter how much they want to change their name, their url, their editing style or goodness knows what else, their actions will always speak for them. This is the legacy you left.

Another person made a post about you. And how you nearly wrecked them. You're as dangerous as you are pathetic. You're what, 26 now? Please change and grow up. Roleplaying is meant to be a fun hobby, not whatever this is.

For my moots who have written with me, I apologize for bringing this issue out. I swear this will be the last of it. If I do vent, hopefully it'll just be family issues or personal stuff. Though I rather not have either of those.

With all this being said, I thank you all for reading this post to the end.

To reiterate to Rath, stay in your lane. I will stay in mine. 

[waterfire1848]

Hi!

I was just wondering if you were going to expand on your "The Southern Raider With No Voice" story? It's such a interesting concept.

Hello, anon!!!

I have no plans to expand on the story. I’d be happy to write some headcanons for it if you want to see how the story would be planned out but I don’t think it’ll be turned into an actual multi chapter fic. I’m really glad you find it interesting though!!!!

But here’s a mini scene as a small thank you for the ask!

Hakoda leaned against the small wall that circled their village. His eyes quickly landed on his son, happily laughing with his new friend: Azula. He was not the only one to watch them with a close eye but he was the only one watching them with a small bit of hope—well, him and his mother. It had been so long since someone in the South Pole was friends with someone from the Fire Nation.

“Azula! You have to wait until I get behind my barrier before you start throwing snowball!” Sokka complained.

“You should be faster.” She signed, “I’ve seen faster sloth-slugs.”

“Oh yeah? Well, take this!” The second the snowball left his hand, Azula easily dodged it, letting the snow fly past her face and straight to Hakoda. Sokka laughed when he saw that his snowball hit his dad. Azula froze.

That was another thing Hakoda was noticing. Azula, despite how she acted with his son and daughter, seemed terrified of him. In a way he understood, seeing as he was the enemy but she’d been living with them for 5 months now. He assumed she would understand that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“Sorry, dad!” Sokka called.

“It’s okay.” Hakoda chuckled, “Why don’t you two get inside for the evening? It’s going to get dark soon.”

“Okay! Come on, Azula!”

“Are we not in trouble? Sign your response!” It wasn’t completely uncommon for Azula and Sokka to just sign back and forth but mostly they did it to annoy Katara and not for regular conversations.

Sokka looked at her with a funny gaze but answered, “No. Why would we be?”

“You hit the chief! Your father! Will we not be punished?”

“No. Dad knows it was a mistake and it didn’t hurt. We won’t we punished.”

Azula’s mind raced. They wouldn’t be punished for such a clear act of disrespect? Not even denied dinner? This was so weird. This entire family and tribe was weird. They seemed to operate by her mother’s rules where weakness was rewarded and it made her insides twist into knots. She was always punished by her mother so why weren’t these people punishing her?

“Okay.”

“Now can we go inside? I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“There’s always great food to want.” Sokka replied.

The two went into the house, following Hakoda, and took their spots at the table. By now, Azula was given her own plate and food at every meal time. Hakoda and Kanna seemed to understand that firebenders needed more food than other people and filled her plate with a bit more meat so she could keep her inner flame alive. Azula might not have completely understood life here in the South Pole but she happily accepted whenever they gave her more food.

“What did you three do today?” Hakoda asked.

“Yuki taught us about how to make baskets!” Katara chirped, “I made one all on my own!”

“That’s great, Kat! I’ll have to see it after dinner. How about you, Sokka?”

“Mine…ummm….it needs a bit more time.” Sokka nervously smiled.

Hakoda just laughed and ruffled Sokka’s hair, “You need to learn this skills. Everyone in the tribe does. But it takes time. Maybe your sister can teach you her technique later.”

Another thing that confused Azula to no end. Sokka just admitted he was worse at something than his sister and his dad was fine with it. No punishment, no lecture, no yelling, nothing! It made no sense. Hakoda then turned to her and Azula held herself up.

“My basket was done well. I even tested it to make sure it would work.” Sokka translated.

“Amazing! We need to make sure all our stuff works.” Weird place or not, Azula glowed under Hakoda’s praise. It felt different—better—than her father’s praise, “I spoke with that Earth Kingdom merchant and I think we’ll be able to get you some medicine for your scar soon.” The firebender brought a hand to her scarf. Her scar had been aching a bit without her medicine—which she left with the Southern Raiders—but she never expected Hakoda to care about that let alone get her more.

“Does that mean she’s staying?” Katara grumbled.

“Katara.” Hakoda lightly scolded, “Azula is staying with us. You know that.”

“She’s a firebender.” Katara spat.

“Azula can’t help that.” Kanna said, “She’s a child, your age, and she hasn’t done anything wrong-“

“She’s a Southern Raider! They killed mom!” Katara yelled.

“Katara!” Hakoda scolded, “You will not speak that way!”

“I can’t say what really happened?! Mom died because of the same men Azula came with! She probably knew mom’s killer!” Sokka looked at Azula.

“I didn’t!” At least, she didn’t think she did.

“I think you’re jealous.” Sokka said.

“Jealous?! Of what?!?” Katara snapped.

“Jealous I have a new friend and we have our own language that you don’t know.” Sokka grinned.

“Sokka.” Hakoda warned, “You’re being rude.”

“I don’t want to know your stupid language! I don’t want to talk to some monster anyway!”

“Katara!” Hakoda and Kanna yelled.

The combination of Hakoda and Kanna yelling and Katara’s use of the word monster made Azula fall back against the snow. Everyone looked at her when she did. Under the gaze of Sokka’s look of concern, Katara’s look of anger and Hakoda and Kanna’s angry expressions turning worried, Azula did what she believed best. She righted herself, returning to a sitting position, and lowered her head.

“Azula? Are you okay?”

“Katara, your room now! I’ll be in to talk to you in a minute!”

“Fine!”

“Sweetheart, can you look at us?”

“Dad, she’s shaking!”

“Azula?”

"Mmm..mmm..."

"Azula, you can sign." Sokka reminded her.

No. No, she couldn't. Her hands were shaking too bad for her to be able to make any kind of legible sign. And Hakoda was right there and he’d get mad if she didn’t do it correctly and Sokka wouldn’t be able to understand her and they’d think she was stupid and-

Kanna gently shooed Hakoda and Sokka away. The old woman placed her hand under Azula’s eyes so she could see it.

“Azula? Can you see my hand?” Kanna asked.

Azula nodded.

“That’s good. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Azula held up three fingers to match Kanna’s hand.

“Very good. Can you do something else for me? Can you take a big breath in for three seconds and then exhale for three seconds?” Azula did as she was hold, feeling her heart start to slow down, “Can you do it again?” And so she did, again and again and again.

By the fourth time, she was much calmer and able to finally look at up everyone.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Katara should.”

“But she’s right. I’m evil.” They didn’t make a sign for monster so Azula had to improvise.

“No, you’re not!” Sokka cried.

“No, she’s not what?” Hakoda asked.

“She said she’s evil.” Sokka said.

“Azula, Katara…Katara didn’t mean what she said. She’s grieving and when people are grieving they say things they often don’t mean.”

Azula looked up at the man, “I’m a Southern Raider. The enemy.” Sokka translated.

“You were a Southern Raider and, yes, you would have been the enemy if you remained a raider but you left them. You’re not our enemy or a bad person.” Hakoda told her, “It’s like I said. Katara is grieving and she’s angry and she’s looking for someone to be angry at.” Usually that was Hakoda but with Azula here, Katara seemed to be directing all her anger towards her.

“I want to talk to Katara.”

“Alright.” Hakoda allowed, “Katara. Come in-“ Azula shook her head. She stood up and walked away, showing that she wanted to go to Katara. Sokka followed her but Azula shook her head.

“Don’t you need me to translate?” Sokka asked.

“I’ll be fine.”

A few moments later, Azula found Katara sitting on her bed and walked over to her. She sat down in front of the waterbender, staring her straight in the eyes so that Katara had to look at her.

“What do you want?” Katara asked, “You already took my spot in the family.” Ohhhhhh. That’s what it was. She was jealous. Okay. Azula could work with that.

“Why are you even here without Sokka? We won’t be able to talk.” Katara said.

Azula nodded and shrugged. She took off one of her gloves and began writing a little in the snow. Writing was another way that she communicated with people in the village since Sokka couldn’t be next to her 24/7. Plus there were some occasions when she wanted to talk without Sokka loudly saying what her signs meant.

“I don’t want to fight.” She wrote, “I want us to get along.”

“Why? Why do you even care?” Why did she care? Azula didn’t even really want to stay here. And yet…

“For Sokka.” She wrote.

Katara’s eyes widened, “You’re a Southern Raider.”

“I didn’t want to be. My father forced me to because I was disrespectful. The Southern Raiders were horrible. I hated every second I was with them.”

“Doesn’t make you suddenly not a raider or a firebender.”

“How is it my fault I was born with bending?” The Raider thing she could understand but bending? She hadn’t even burned anyone here.

Katara muttered something before saying, “Fine. I guess that’s fair. You aren’t the worst firebender we could have been stuck with.”

“And I’m not trying to take your place. I’m just trying not to get kicked out of the tribe.” Azula wrote.

“I-I guess that makes sense.” Katara allowed, “Fine. I’m sorry I called you a monster. I won’t say that again.”

“Thank you.”

“But don’t expect us to be best friends or anything! You’re still a Southern Raider!”

“That’s okay.” She wrote, “Do you want to make up a couple signs so we can talk without Sokka knowing?”

Katara grinned, “Now that sounds like fun!”

[thesweetnessofspring]

Trick or Treat!!!

Prompt: Katniss and Peeta trying to have their first Halloween post-rebellion.

(Could be moodboars, drabble, headcanons, etc..) 🧡🖤🧡

I don't think Panem (or at least D12) have Halloween, but I have a little something for Everlark in their first autumn post-rebellion.

First, some music for ya:

Our bedroom has gotten colder these past few weeks, but we don't shut the window. Peeta emanates enough heat to keep us warm under our blankets. When my nose gets cold, I bury my head into his neck and warm up right against his skin.

This morning, my nose buried between his neck and our pillow, I'm between the place of a rare pleasant dream and the grounded reality of Peeta's arms around me. And something in me is so grateful for him, I give him a kiss on his collarbone.

He stirs under me and asks in his deep, groggy morning voice, "Katniss?"

I hadn't thought of him feeling the kiss and I wonder if I should be self-conscious of what I just did. We've been sharing a bed since the start of summer, but we hadn't kissed one another yet. A lot holding each other, hands wiping away tears, but nothing to give way to what we had been that night on the beach.

I pull back and hope not to talk about it. Even hope that maybe he'll question if it was his own pleasant dream.

"I have a surprise for you," I say. "But you have to get up and get dressed."

"What's the surprise?" he asks.

"That's not how surprises work," I say as I pull back the covers and sit up. "Get dressed. Sturdy shoes and warm."

He doesn't ask any more questions as he goes to the closet to pick out his clothes while I go to the bathroom to change into mine. From there, I go to the kitchen and prepare two thermoses of hot tea, one with a spoonful of sugar and one unsweetened. I'd prepared both of our bags the night before and give Peeta his.

Outside, our hands automatically find one another as we walk in the dark autumn morning. The rest of the district continues to sleep, the skeletons of buildings in the middle of their construction waiting for the workers to return.

We walk past the Seam, past the meadow, and past the apple trees we'd spent last week gathering to make apple fritters. The palest sunbeams filter through the forest's trees, dark pines and autumnal oak.

Peeta's grip tightens. "You're bringing me in here?"

"It's safe," I say. "I'll make sure you stay safe."

"It's not that," he says. "I guess I've always thought of this as your place. Yours and...his."

"It's anyone's who wants it to be theirs now," I say. "And I want to show it to you."

He acquiesces and follows me into the forest. I keep an eye on him. Even without a fence or Peacekeepers enforcing the perimeter, few people have braved the woods. Yet Peeta takes it all in with round, awed eyes. Sometimes I can sense he wants to stop and pause, but I keep us moving until we reach the rock ledge looking out to the crests of mountains and the spine of the valley below. The sun has illuminated the land with morning honey light, filtering through a distant mist. It is a dappled mixture of deep green pine trees, yellow-leaved birches, orange-leaved oaks.

I've seen it every fall for years, so instead I take in Peeta's face as he faces a scenery entirely new to him. Yesterday he'd been admiring a single leaf from the oak tree at the entrance of Victors Village and I knew then he had to see this place of unimaginable, untouched beauty, blooming with the season's colors. And he doesn't disappoint. A long puff of a cloud emerges from his lips parted in wonder and the corners of his mouth peak up.

"This is beautiful," he says.

"I put your travelling paints in your backpack," I say. "In case you want to paint it."

"I most definitely do."

I get out the food I'd packed in my bag while Peeta prepares his watercolors and paper and gets to working. I've divided up the breakfast of raisin bread, candied pecans, and apples onto two plates but I've finished all of mine before Peeta looks up from his colors to nibble on his own. I sip my tea and simply watch the sun rise over the ridges and Peeta's hands dabble color onto his paper.

When he's finished he sets it aside to dry a little as he finishes his breakfast and sits back.

"I'd seen these colors on the mountains around us, but I could never imagine what it'd be like to look down on them," Peeta says.

"There's still a lot of beauty for us to see," I say.

"I don't know what I could possibly show you," he says.

I think of what I can't put into words. Hope. Light. Warmth. The beauty Peeta gives me every day is so much more precious than this view, even if it's all I have to offer him in return.

Instead, I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek so he knows this isn't a dream.

[felidacy]

The effects of Tim's blood consumption and consequences

Tim scars

Tim compared to every other vigilante in the family has the least amount of scars, but makes up with it in the fact that the ones he has are the most gruesome. The batfamily always wonders how that is possible when in too many cases they saw him getting very badly hurt or almost dying, yet far too quickly he seemed fine again to them. And even when Alfred -- ever strict -- performs check-ups on him, there is truly nothing wrong.

The blood consumption and healing cycle system is nothing complicated. The more fatal a wound is, the more blood he needs to take in. The longer he waits with consuming blood, the slower the healing effect is. It is simple with some handicaps that he learned down the line through trial and errors and causes the dilemma of Tim needing to know when he is safe to drink blood. This is all so Tim has some edge to himself and may seem powerful, but in actuality because of his fears and desire to belong he chooses to hide it away instead. As such, Tim is still a quite human-ish vigilante.

A few examples from the story and what scars he should have

Like in many of my AUs, one headcanon of mine is that the Joker Junior case with Tim is happening here as well. While the joker serum certainly had an affect on Tim, he was also kidnapped for days and hungry. Starved he was more on edge and lost more of his rationality, which is why he shot the joker and nearly killed him. (Jason won't know for a while that both his siblings in fact did kill that awful name and he still pulled through. That even Bruce tried even when he doesn't want to acknowledge it) This causes some new tension with Bruce again, but that gets blamed on the Joker serum later on though Bruce in typical fashion holds that against Tim at times anyway. It gets better with time but Bruce is awful with emotions and a hypocrite. While kidnapped Tim was heavily tortured and with the lack of blood to heal him, I believe that Tim has muscle spasms because of the electro shocks at times and Glasgow smile scars in the face.

Like stated in the previous post, after the attack of Jason and because of the Pit blood Tim will have a scar left on his throat. It took his body a while to get every last remnant of the Pit out of his body again (Vampire metabolism works different than humans one, which is why Jason needed to learn to adapt around the Pit even years later.) and as such it takes Tim longer to heal. It were the months after the attack that got to Tim, not even the attack itself unlike many believe.

When Tim was gutted, he took higher responsibility in saving Pru than to even consider drinking blood from Z or Owen. Honestly, it was because Tim always refused to drink blood from people that he cared about that he didn't (he was called stupid for it by Pru, but they both knew that Tim would have accidentally kill the person then just because he wouldn't be able to stop.) As such, the gruesome scar remained there.

Handicaps

The spleen + Pit Water effect

When Tim became Red Robin and therefore more distant from the family in an act of more independence, he rarely let Alfred check up on him anymore or even just shown much of his body any longer. Or that is at least what the family believes, in reality is far less of the suspected teen angst.

At the time when Tim lost his spleen he wasn't put in the Pit to be revived, however Ra's at that point had an unhealthy obsession with the teen (like in canon but worse because Ra's was able to tell Tim wasn't quite human) and did not want to lose such an interesting new asset. As such a little amount of the Pit was put into Tim.

This does not give Tim any rage-episodes or just in general higher aggression/bloodlust, however because of that Tim does need to consume more blood than before and if he doesn't drink enough, that puts Tim in great pain just like if he were to drink Pit infested blood itself.

Pit infested blood

Tim's invulnerability isn't perfect as stated through hints. Jasons blood has changed because of the pit and at best only puts Tim in more pain. The slowing down of the bloodflow and cauterization that takes place is a high risk play, seen as -- if he can't get blood quick enough the effect sinks drastically.

Blood of the dead

Drinking blood of the ones that are already dead, no matter how long ago that occurred, is never a good idea. It doesn't put Tim in pain or heats his unnaturally cold body up, however it has the similar effect of sickness. Tim is unable to consume blood of any kind then for a long while because his body will violently reject it.

Now, one would think that is easy to avoid especially after Tim learned that. Funnily enough it happens a lot though. (It isn't really that funny, but his siblings would taunt him for that if they knew.) A vampire easily slips into a haze and when animalistic instincts take over it becomes significantly harder to distinguish between the living and the dead, as bizarre and easy that sounds.

[big-cheesy-productions]

This is my official Veilguard Rant Post

Veilguard makes me so mad and every word coming out of Elper's mouth makes me want to [REDACTED].

I was going to rant in the tags, but screw it. We're doing a read more instead. It gets rambly:

I've criticized Inquisition to the moon and back. There's plenty wrong with it. There was an obvious shift into Canadian moderate status-quo handling of sensitive issues (ie making mages whiny and entitled rather than violently oppressed.) but there was enough love for the lore and the characters and there was potential there for me to love it too.

Inquisition was my first DA game. I wasn't there for the backlash after each game came out, whether bad-faith, bigoted, or honest criticism. I know Veilguard is getting that bad-faith and bigoted criticism. That doesn't invalidated the legitimate criticisms genuine fans have for this game.

I cannot defend Veilguard. I cannot bring myself to play it. I cannot "shut my brain off" to play. Every time I think I might, even if it went on sale for $2, I just think about the decision to remove past choices. And the choices they included meaning jackshit. I think about how they "wanted to make the game accessible to new players" but are constantly referencing the past games and characters (in an effort to win back old players I think??? but there are worldstates where these characters could be dead so it's just alienating???) Every time I try to understand this choice, I can't. I can't find any explanation that makes sense. And other fans really had the gall to talk down to other fans who were upset by this. Like, yeah. We're upset our choices don't matter in the "You're Choices Matter" game.

I'm so done with this studios and their utter contempt for their black characters. Vivienne, Wyll, Davrin, y'all deserved so much better, from the studio and fans alike. I cannot take a game seriously that values the cute griffon pet over the black man.

I'm upset about the portrayal of the Inquisitor too, especially romanced. I was upset that Hawke suddenly became so against blood magic in Inquisition to fit the narrative, but Hawke was a much more established character, that they at least felt pretty consistent otherwise. Who is this Lavellan fawning after Solas, saying they'd leave the world behind just to be with him? Not mine!

(I understand these are my own headcanons and I can't be mad at the game for not matching that. But this is my rant post. And I'm ranting. The Veil should have come down.)

The Inquisitor should have been the main character. They should have. I don't care. It makes no sense to make a direct sequel to a game into a soft reboot for the series. It's disjointed. It's doomed to not work. You're burning everyone who plays it.

The disdain and lack of understanding Elper has for Solas, their biggest character, their main antagonist, the character the entire serious has been building up for since day 1, I just... I fucking can't. Maybe you don't make your creative director someone who doesn't understand the fucking story?

Call me a hater. Call me whatever because I haven't even played the game. I've tried watching cutscenes and I just get so mad. Nothing about it appeals to me.

At the end of the day, I was so excited for this game. I love Dragon Age. I was satisfied just knowing Veilguard was a real game and was going to come out. And now I'm just so disappointed. I'm sad I can't enjoy it. I love that the people I follow love it and are enjoying it. I wish I could too!

I've put a lot of time and effort and art and thought and love into this series. And I feel like the Devs hate me. So I'm done.

EDIT: OH! I almost forgot! They didn't. fucking. educate. Their new writers on the lore of the games. So they really were just making shit up saying who gives a fuck I'm-

EDIT 2: ALSO ALSO! NOT EVERY PIECE OF LORE NEEDS TO BE CONNECTED! That's bad writing! I love Solas but I'm sick of him being at the center of everything! I'm sick of everything being the elves! And I love the elves! Illuminati across the seas controlling everything!!!??? What??!?

[im-captain-basch]

What would be your voice fancasts for your version of Donkey Kong/Donkey Kong Country franchise?

Fun fact: the reason I never answered your DM to me with this question is mostly because I was trying to figure out who would be best for who, but also because I was trying to decide if I should make this a public thing or not, so thanks for helping make that choice. XD

I know this says fancasts for my version, but I went more of a "general voice headcanon" route for most of these. Some also have the actual fancasts, or at the very least the people I wouldn't be upset about having be the VAs even if the voice winds up different from what I hear in my head.

I could really only figure out the Kongs, so uh... Ye. Also, all the underlined names are linked to pages to see more of the stuff they've done!

DK: Mark Fischbach. Zero rhyme or reason, other than I spent a full year drawing practically nothing except DKC characters set to GMOD moments, mostly Markiplier's, so now it's all I hear. However, I would not be mad if Richard Yearwood reprises the role (or even Sterling Jarvis).

Diddy: Ben Schwartz. My Diddy is more teenager-adjacent than most people's probably is (around 14), and I'd be lying if I said my hyperfixation with DuckTales 2017 a couple years back didn't have anything to do with that.

Cranky: This one is surprisingly hard to pin down. Here recently I've been imagining him more with Keith David's voice, but in the past I've also imagined David Tennant, Bernard Cribbins, and Aron Tager (his VA in the cartoon), the latter two of whom have both sadly passed in the last couple of years. I'll also happily take Bill Farmer, tho. For me it all depends on the tone and other factors of the situation presented (eg, an AU, the actual game series, others' interpretations, etc).

Funky: Gotta still be Damon D'Olivera, his VA from the cartoon, but I wouldn't be against Phil LaMarr or Greg Eagles voicing him either.

Candy: I do not hate Joy Tanner's voice for her in the cartoon at all. In fact, like Funky, it's mostly all I can hear for her. If I had to choose someone else to fill the role, it'd probably be Jennifer Hale.

Dixie: I think I had the most trouble with her surprisingly. I didn't necessarily like or hate her voice in the cartoon, but I have to go with Mae Whitman on this one. I was thinking along the lines of how Amity from The Owl House sounds, if you wanna know the thought process.

Wrinkly: Wendie Malick is the only voice I've really actively pictured for my specific version of her. The second I heard the line "Wait---those are MY dumb kids!" in The Owl House, my brain has never let the idea drop. However, if there ever actually is a show version of the DKC series that included her, I would not be against Tress MacNeille being her VA.

Swanky: Will Arnett is just how I hear him by default (I blame DK Vine in part). IDK, similar reasons to Diddy in that it has to do with other fixations of mine colliding into my brain. However, here recently my brain has also been tickled by the idea of James Monroe Iglehart being his voice in a version of the show that actually uses him.

Kiddy: OK, so y'all know how my brain runs. Sadly, sometimes I forget about him. However, I feel like Dee Bradley Baker is a safe bet.

Lanky: Rob Paulsen. IDK, even his normal voice just works.

Tiny: Kristen Schaal, solely because sometimes there's moments of her that cross my mind that make me go "Oh that's Louise Belcher (or Mabel Pines) vibes."

Chunky: Of all the actors, voice or otherwise, I've dug through today to find voices for characters I otherwise couldn't picture... I'ma have to give Chunk the monk Richard Horvitz. It also helps that this is literally one of those VAs I grew up hearing, so I can imagine the role working well, although other VAs mentioned throughout this list could potentially also work well.

Originally the Kongs from the actual DKC series proper is all I was gonna do for now, because it's late and brain hurty, but y'all know me a little better than that. I've got at least two bonus people for y'all.

K. Rool: Similar to a couple of characters above, I'd love it if Benedict Campbell could reprise the role, as he's literally the only voice I've been able to hear for him for years. However, that being said, there are a few others I will accept in his place, being Mark Hamill; Keith David (mentioned above); Clancy Brown; and Alex Hirsch.

DK Jr.: You said it was a fancast for my version, so while I know some people think Junior and our DK are the same person, in this instance I don't. I've racked my brain for a while trying to figure out who I best hear as his voice, and I had songs from a certain Disney animated show playing on loop last night and anyway, long story short, Jeremy Jordan is the headcanon voice for my version of him.

[orionsangel86]

About the twinklify the twink? That's why I don't go full Dreamling. I have nothing against it, but they way they get twisted 90% of the times is just "uhh that not my Dream" for me. And same with all the Dark Morpheus x f/m reader. "That's not my Morpheus" and it's ok, because a) fanfiction keeps the media alive until the next piece we can get and b) fanfiction keeps people alive too, no matter what they picture. So, it's ok to feel like this, I guess.

I think that's the main takeaway from this. YKINMK after all. I'm a firm believer of "do what you want always" though of course, that doesn't mean you should be free from criticism, it just means maybe don't take criticism to heart ya know? This doesn't mean people should go onto others posts and fanfics and complain! God no! But people should be allowed to complain in their own posts - so long as anything particularly harsh isn't put in the main tags or is tagged accordingly. Like of course people aren't always gonna love everything you do, and sometimes when certain headcanons and ideas get bastardised by fanon echo chambers they become so far removed from canon that you are basically writing an OC with your fave characters face, but that's okay if it brings you joy. Just don't expect everyone to love and adore it ya know?

The problem I have with the extra twinkification of characters in ship dynamics is that I have a problem with m/m ships being twisted so far away from their canon counterparts that one party becomes obviously "feminine" and the other obviously "masculine". By which I mean one character is made extra skinny frail and delicate, submissive, virginal, pure, and always ALWAYS the bottom. The other character becomes huge and muscular and hairy and masculine, and take the role of protector and dominating and experienced and is ALWAYS the top.

Do you see what I mean? This has been prevailent in fandom culture since day 1 of course, and its a huge pet peeve of mine. I do view it as somewhat problematic because it feels like trying to fit a mlm ship into a heternormative box. Its a layered mess of misogyny and homophobia wrapped up in a fandom bow. It was worse years ago, during the SuperWhoLock days, and I will forever be grateful to Misha Collins for beefing up so much he enabled Cas to beat the effeminate twink allegations (knowing Mollins he probably came across a particularly bad fanfic or fanart and then spent several hours staring at himself in a mirror before throwing himself into an intensive gym routine).

I don't think its too prevailent in Dreamling fics, though I guess when you have a whole episode devoted to showing how Dream is pale, thin, beautiful, ethereal, completely hairless, and trapped, its easy to see why fandoms minds went to "twink" and then to "we need to find him a saviour". But I do wish the power dynamic would be a bit more balanced. Dream is no wilting flower. He is all pure lean muscle. He is no frail delicate thing. He has the body of a long distance marathon runner. He is power and self righteousness and fury and control. Yeah, he may be submissive with his lovers, but he's hardly inexperienced.

Hob is also in no way a macho man. He's hairy sure, but that's basically it. He actually isn't all that more muscular than Dream, he's only slightly broader, and he's not taller - I think they are the same height? Again, to stress, people can do what they want always. But please do take time to branch outside of the fandom echo chambers and refamiliarise yourself with canon once in a while. Especially when those echo chambers are leaning towards problematic dynamics like those mentioned above.

This is by no means a dig at any individuals, at any creative works I have come across or anything else of the sort. I just sometimes find the fanon echo chambers and widely accepted headcanons a bit irritating, especially when they don't fit with canon. It's fine on a small scale. I am not the person who is gonna comment "he would not fucking say that" because its mean and those posts are mean. It's when the whole fandom seems to adopt certain ideas, and suddenly any deviation from those ideas seems wrong to fandom at large. It becomes difficult to counter those ideas without suddenly being labelled a hater. Look at all the ridiculous discourse in Good Omens fandom because of how deeply far removed from the original source material the fandom took the characters over the 4 year gap between seasons? They were literally going into Neil Gaimans inbox complaining when season 2 deviated from widely accepted fanon headcanons! To the point that Neil had to clarify that what they were complaining about was never canon to begin with!!

Anyway, this post is probably controversial enough without me prattling on any further. Let me stress one last time that you can do what you want always, and everyone should be able to play in the sandbox however they want - just please check yourselves and your prejudices and do consider if the tropes you are encouraging have any harmful implications before throwing yourself into them.

[saetgvia]

noah sterling

hehe i mentioned a little demon boy story so here's a teaser for something i really wanted to write for him! this is originally for noah, but you can definitely headcanon other people (i'm thinking kenji kishimoto, aaron warner, kaz brekker, nate macauley, grayson hawthorne)

warnings: none really, noah's just dommy with reader, suggestive kinda

characters: noah, ella/reader (written from ella's pov!), alex

so sorry for the shoddy writing LMAO not beta read

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he's staring at me. again. i can feel his hot gaze on my from across the room, through the huge crowd here. the party, held for the elite, that we somehow got an invitation to because of noah. but now that we're here, i can't enjoy the event because of a certain someone boring into my skull.

'i think your boyfriend's jealous.'

'what?' i turn to the man next to me. blond hair perfectly coiffed into shape, piercing grey eyes and a devilishly handsome (no pun intended) smile, alex looks down at me, his thumb turned subtly towards noah.

'why would he be jealous?'

'because i get to spend my time with a beautiful lady and he doesn't?' alex questions with a smirk.

'no.' alex is a huge flirt, but i won't be letting him annoy me today. he leans closer to my ear and whispers something, but i'm not paying attention. noah's face has morphed into a dark look and his eyes have caught mine. his eyebrows flick up, and his intense gaze has my heart beating faster. that alone causes my eyebrows to knit in confusion. why is noah, of all people, making me so flustered? i've been in this situation so many times i should be used to it by now.

'you're blushing, princess.' alex taps my shoulder. 'is it noah?'

i stay silent, and alex gets his confirmation. no answer is still an answer. no matter how much i deny it, he does have an effect on me. a heart fluttering, butterfly inducing effect. okay maybe i have a crush. a really tiny weeny one.

noah's walking this way. my eyes widen like plates and i turn around to whisper to alex, who only grins and takes the glass of punch out of my hands. i haven't even noticed it, but noah has slunk up behind me, and he's whispering oh so softly in my ear as his hands curl around my hips, pulling me closer, 'upstairs kitchen. now.' and he's gone as quickly as he came and my cheeks are flushing and alex is doubling over in laughter and suddenly i'm in the quiet of the stairs, trying not to rush up too quickly.

when i arrive, he's already there in all of his gorgeous glory, leaning against the counter, waiting for me. his black hair is mussed but it doesn't look bad. nothing looks bad on him. i can just see the silver of his chain glinting faintly on his neck. he's dressed so casually, way too underdressed for such an event in black jeans and a short sleeved top that hugs him in all the right places.

'so glad you could leave pretty boy over there and join me.' his tone is cold.

'what happened? did i do something?' i can't for the life of me fathom what had happened. the sensible part of me points out that he was probably jealous of alex since noah has always gotten antsy whenever he's around. however, the much larger, dumber, part of me doesn't want to believe that. because that means entertaining the possibility that he likes me too, which means hope. for someone like me, hope is very dangerous.

noah chuckles. god he's hot. he's walking towards me, and once again i'm struck by how tall he is. he never stops bothering me about it; letting his arm rest on my head and when i swat it off quipping that he thought i was an arm rest. usually, i'd smile, but he's towering over me, and suddenly i'm the other way around and he's backing me into the counter. the marble is cold on my hands and noah's getting so close and i'm trapped between his chest and the kitchen island. this is so cliche i think in my stupor, but noah's gotten closer, impossibly closer to me but it's still not close enough. he smells heavenly, his scent of roses and vanilla flooding my brain and making my senses go woozy. eyes hooded, lips, oh god those lips, pink and plush, parted slightly, his face hovers above mine. i want more than anything to feel those lips on mine, but i turn my head so my cheek faces him instead.

his lips are on my jaw. my breath hitches as i exhale, his nose brushing my ear as he moves his kisses to my cheek.

'can't you see? can't you see how much i want you?' he breathes into my skin.

'don-don't do this to me,' i say.

'why? i know how you feel. not exactly hard to read, are you darling?'

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This is technically a repost but its been a while and I found no one last time, soooo.

Quicknotes

Don’t interact with me if you’re a minor. I’m an adult. I have zero interest in chatting up kids, especially in private. 

I’m spiritual kin. I’m only looking for other spiritual kin. I don't care what you are, if you share a source and find me tolerable, come at me, brah. Well--okay, one exception: no kin-for-funners.

This is not a fandom post. I'm trying my best not to be indexed into fandom tags.

Since this seems to matter a lot to those on the opposite end of the spectrum (and because I have zero interest making connections of any sort with people I have to walk on eggshells around): I am proship.

I'm secure enough in my personal beliefs to question and scrutinize them. While I believe I was once these blorbos in a different, past life, (alongside general feykin (the kind that will steal your name but keep a promise to the very letter to their own detriment) and therian feline,) I also acknowledge how batshit cray-cray that sounds. I have my mental gymnastics that I'll hold up to the light when the eggheads discover more concrete evidence about the nature of our universe :P

I think about those philosophical and spiritual things for fun when I get bored (which is a lot of the time).

Lastly, I am a roleplayer. It's separate from my kin stuff, duh, collaborative writing is a hobby--but I mix the two (in that I use kin mems as the basis for my portrayals), so if you see someone out there in the wild using any of these as "headcanons," that's prolly me. It's fun to play pretend as some wayward extension of yourself as if you were still them, you know?

What to Expect

If you do decide to say hi? Nothing. Don’t come at me with expectations. While I like to fancy "me" as being a mishmash blend of who I was and who I am, I still am very much who I currently am, for better or for worse.

Kindating or whatever is an automatic no. I'm an ace and a goblin anyway.

I should also make it very clear that I am bad at keeping in touch. Unless you make it a point to throw me memes or funnies or whatever every now and then until I warm up enough to feel like I can do the same without it annoying you, we probably won't be in contact for very long, if at all.

My Kinlist Obscured By / /s To Avoid Being Indexed

Although I've not obscured the tags so it's pointless. Oh well! Ma/ /jora   (as of 2023 this one may well simply be a soulbond as I first thought) The Moon incident was a display of blasphemy against the Fie/ /rce De/ /ity. His was the Moon; mine was the Sun. But, you know, bringing down the Sun would have made things a bit too quick, and that’s no fun.   I viewed the Oni as a frienemy.   The manga’s pre-story just feels right.   I had experience with the Twili at some point. They used me/my mask to curse Ikana after some treaty or arrangement fell through, lol. This led to them getting banned banished from Termina.

Maj/ /Ora? We were troublesome forest spirits, then minor Twin Deities, that went batshit bonkers when some Goddess started encroaching and inadvertently, probably, stealing our followers(, we were often bad for their health, I guess). We were forced to become "one" when we were sealed away in that Mask by the Fierce Deity who shared a similar fate. :). We're still one in this life, I'm pretty sure. This could stand as a flimsy-whimsy explanation for why I've always felt like I should've have a twin.

Xu/ /e Ya/ /ng   I had a set of blue-black glass vials that were probably not vials but that’s the only word I can think of to call them, do you think I know my glassware? They had etched-white designs near the top and were used to hold powdered herbs and poisons. Probably originated from a different country by trade. Then again, potatoes.   I discovered the Mo Xua/ /nyu of my timeline stuffed his pants to make himself look bigger in certain areas, or to make himself look like he had one, at all. I don’t know which.   The only clear memory I have of Xi/ /ao Xin/ /gchen is from our time in Y/ /i Ci/ /ty. Sunny day, the ruins of an old dock in the middle of a somewhat swampy forested area that had been a lake a long-ass time prior given the, you know, dock. He was laughing at something.

Ga/ /ster   I distinctly remember rigging the microwave, coffee maker, and so on to explode or malfunction in order to observe how Al/ /phys and Sa/ /ns reacted to that kind of thing. If the song I listened to during one of my rare post-fix hallucinations is to be believed (and I have little else to go off of, so sure, why not) then my goal near the end and prior to erasure from my timeline was to Break Everything, Universally Speaking. I can only assume I went off the rails in my old age. Which in turn makes me think the Followers may have been a mystery science cult akin to Pythagoreanism that turned Jonestown. Or perhaps maybe not so Jonestown. Who knows. Ga/ /ster 2 I made a shitty for-fun AU of which I've been fleshing out on its roleplay-oriented blog for the sole purpose of fucknasty porn and all signs point to it from mental images that bear the same impression as any other kin mems to tarot cards to external inquiries.

Sn/ /ake Fr/ /uit I was a Chocobra that attained Cookie form via transformation magic and logic dictates that if that is possible, then so was becoming a Dragon. Lon/ /gan may or may not have annihilated my village and that may or may not have been a big reason for trying to get rid of them, and that incident may or may not have sparked the wanting to become a Dragon ordeal to begin with.

What / Who I’m Looking For

Canonmates, sourcemates, whatever. Kin twins are more than cool, too! Sometimes preferable! Let’s gush over our best boys and beloatheds like the hopeless fucks we are!

The Fi/ /erce De/ /ity, just in general, especially if you’re down for online boardgames.

If you remember those vials? If you remember confiscating those vials? Hi.

If you remember a microwave just fucking exploding in your face? Hi.

Lon/ /gan - I challenge you to a duel to the death in an online boardgame or something.

MD/ /ZS and CR/ /OB kins in particular, if you're uncomfortable with certain ships (Xu/ /eXi/ /ao and whatever the shipname for Lon/ /gan and Sn/ /ake is) it's best you stay away or say as much so I don't expose you to my fluffy as fuck fanatrocities 🤷‍♀️

Methods of Contact

We are already on tumblr. Slide into my DMs. If we’re gucci I can slide you my Discord or something - is what I would say if I were ever on Discord anymore. I'm back on Discord, but I also have instagram. And Deviantart. E-mail's a classic. Or uhh... I can slide you my texting app number, I guess? I can't take or make calls though. I mean technically I can but last time I tried it wouldn't pick up my voice, and also I have sixty free minutes and have to watch advertisements to get more and I don't wanna.