#i kinda like the vibes that nothing would be canon... like in a way where you ship whatever you like.. bc the main story is a lot

[disheveledapathy]

so a little peak behing the curtain for my world building in my post canon au for stp is that i may think toooooo much abt what the characters are and shit. like what species they are post construct cuz like in the construct theyre the idea that the two gods live thru - two gods who believe they are mortal but have no real context for what the outside world is like

like the world narator came from is not really gone into detail (cuz its obvsly not what the games abt duh) beyond that nara is bird like and based LQ on himself AND the world outside is a colorful chaos compared to simple black and white and muted tones of the construct

(while the game is in mostly black and white, red and yellow do apear to create some contrast, also i dont remember the line specifically but nara mentions the colors of things which makes me thing the construct isnt completely black and white like how in isat colors dont exist anymore - but to maintain the constrast i think the construct is prolly lest vibrant.)

we dont really know what kinds of "people" nara mentions existing (or if nara is even i bird man himself but i digress) - just that there are bird people (us) and human like people (the princess)

but judging by the vibe of the game and since nara nor the voices react any which way abt the princess being mote human like same with the princess not reacting to the player being a bird man - sooo bird people must then obvs exist.

(u could argue that neither react cuz what else could they know besides each other, and also in writing thatd prolly just be too much to add - but i posit that if the princess knows nothing abt u (as both her lines at the starting cabin and patd imply that she didnt know anything besides the cabin) that her looking down at her hands and clothes then looking at us would cause some sort of discomfort. as much as she is shaped by our perception, in the constructs form of her shes still a person. anyway)

all this is to say that post construct, each princess has to fall into something that fits in the world that they now eist in as individual creatures. for the(most) voices this is easy - avians are already implied to exist, and us as audience know of other examples in fiction (dnd, etc) - but the princesses are all so unique. so the point where they devolve from human shape entirely. or arent as corporeal like spectre and nightmare. like what would the creature beast is be called, what makes spectre and nightmare different creatures even if they both turn into wraiths, what the fuck is razor, and so on

also for the sake of my own sanity im not doing each princess chapter as their own princess. 1) thats so MANY CHARACTERS AAA and 2) for the exclusive chpter 3s theyre kinda just a continuation for the chapter 2 princess. like witch and thorn feel like the same person to me just one is later in their story ykno? same with like damsel and hea, nightmare and moc, beast and den. theyre all just an escalation where as combo routes (fury, wild, grey, etc) are more lateral movements on the themes of the first route. so in my au when deciding what, say, the beast is and what shes like post construct i look at her route and dens route and kinda pick and choose what i like from those routes

like, i love dens design, i love the six limbs the wings the horns the big expressive eyes - but i love beasts personality hair and "clothing". in the den idk if id say shes on level mentally to be a person (i mean she is in construct but post construct idk if could make her be that way cuz of her themes) where as beast 1) talks and 2) has goals beyond killing and eatting, if she wanted to just eat u getting bit in half wouldve been fine. she wants out and shes intelligent enough to know she needs u. but she also speaks in an interesting way, in metaphors and grand yet simple sentences. between her clever mind of trying to trick the cabin and her catlike nature i think a sphinx is prolly what ill end up calling her species in my au. unless anyone has other mythological cat women out there lol

now for hunted lemme explain. for all the voices they are avian except hunted for 1 reason, his route has the most becoming one with, taking on atributes of, consuming of the princess then any of them. and it goes the other way too. in beast, she describes taking his corpse and draping it over her to try and fool the cabin into thinking shes him. if she swallows u it can take u to the wild where the player and her believe they are one entity, in den with stubborn u can eat her back and become like her just as she becomes like u. in each route with hunted u can become more like her, and her like you. so it would stand to reason that whatever hunted is, its shaped (at least) more like her post construct than it is like the others. so id dome research on mythological wolves (and also incidently was watching princess monaoke recently) and learned that along with two crow/raven companions (huginn and muninn) odin also had two wolves one named freki. orginally i was gonna have hunted just be a griffon and be done w it but i felt bored with that idea and was like:

"what if in the stp world they had a similar creature to griffons instead?" and so I decided to name that species Frekninn and instead of eagle and lion, theyre raven and wolf. hunted is gonna few other animal traits like a stoats tail and a gait like a rabbit but u get the idea

both sphinxes and Frekninns are intelligent nomadic creatures but where frekninns prefer obvs to live in packs or groups of people, sphinxes are solitary. not necessarily aggressive to other beings, but ure more likely to meet a sphinx for a night ont he road and for them to move on without u then u are to have them follow you. both creatures partner for life tho (tho frekninns may have multiple life partners with in their social group). sphinxes and frekninns rarely get along, so hunted and beast are defo outliers. both creatures are massive, hunted sitting is like eye level with hero who i hc as beeing 5'11-6'1" (his first design has become like my scale ruler lol)

frekninns rarely walk on their hind legs because it can hurt after long periods of time. their wings are lower than avians, beging right above the hips. their faces have two mouthes 1st) below a beak for talking 2nd) ontop of the beak and under a wolf like snout for eating and intimidation. they also have two sets of eyes, the main pair are similar to humans and when theyre open amke the wolf muzzle and dark fur and ears look like theyre only wearing a mask. the second open when hunting or fighting and are more like a wolfs.

sphinxes have six limbs, the front most limbs are more delicate abd bird like where as the 4 others are of a lions. their small flightless wings sprout from their hips and are covered in featherlike fur. sphinxes dont wear much clothing, mostly wraps to carry trinkets and gloves of some kind to protect their more delicate hands when walking. manez are rare, and im undecided if its like w lions where the "males" have it, especially since i plan on having beast and hunted be an it/its sphinxes are collectors and story tellers - in universe this is where their supposed penchant for riddles comes from - tho beast herself isnt much for telling stories. she does like shiny and interesting objects. while nomadic, they are long lived and so may seem to "settle" in a region especially if it has v interesting things or stories. beast herself has less interest in places and more interest in people. especially her voice and the voices he meets up with. tho she keeps herself out of sight of them for a reason she herself hasnt figured out and makes long journeys away fro. hunted to watch other people. ill go more in depth later

i always worry i go too in detail abt these things, especially w stp where A LOT of stuff is up to interpretation abt the world naras from. like whatever razor is i have just as much if not more detail on abominations and where they came from that id didnt go into and dont know how id include any of it if i do write it. same with spectre, nightmare, mages like prisoner and damsel.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

would you like to elaborate on any gender analysis or headcanons for the bad kids?

I love th way this is worded. what if I wouldn't like to where would we be

[ghostgirl-22]

hi Dani <3 love love love your writing and I adore how you write our lovely toxic tennis throuple.

okay so hear me out, whenever people write ATP it's either Art in the middle or Patrick in the middle but I'm a firm believer that Tashi loves to be in the middle (cough cough hotel scene!) just because our queen is dominant that doesn't mean she doesn't want to get absolutely blasted I mean hello?? can't a baddie catch a vibe? what's the point of having two guys if you can't take them at the same time? there's not enough Tashi Eiffel tower content in the world.

anyway this is a very unnecessarily long way of me asking you to write an ATP threesome with powerbottom!Tashi <3 like I just imagine her taking one of them from the front and the other from the back and she won't let them finish until she's satisfied. or maybe she's on her knees for the both of them going back and forth and she won't let them touch her. please make my dream come true ✨

Yes!!! A thousand times yes<3 You’re so very real for this anon. She likes to be in the middle… it’s canon actually. Prompt is better than the fic I fear but I gave it the old college try heh.

CW: MDNI, NSFW, canon drift, early days of porn hub, squirting, bjs, unsafe sex, underaged drinking, mild exhibitionism (if you squint), intoxication, not beta’d so please feel free to point out issues. 3.4k words.

Summary: Tashi tries alcohol for the first time and decides she probably (read: definitely) wants to be double teamed by her boyfriend and his best friend. Not that the alcohol changes anything. She woulda fucked them anyway. :)

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Tashi’s a good girl. She gets straight A’s. She���s always home by curfew.  She’s talented but she never takes short cuts. Perfect student, perfect athlete, perfect daughter. 

She’s always been good but she’s never been normal. Normal isn’t winning your first junior open at 12 years old. Normal isn’t getting your first sponsorship at 14. Normal isn’t whatever she’s got going on with her boyfriend and his best friend. 

It’s boring really. It’s nothing. Patrick’s in town and she let him invite Art over. She picked Patrick but she still has a crush on Art. Even more so, whenever she watches him play. She likes them both, especially when they’re together. She has little fantasies where she gets them to kiss again. Imagines what it would have been like that night in Flushing if she stayed in their bedroom. She’d been too nervous to stay out late with her little tattle tale brothers in the hotel room waiting to tell mom and dad if she’d been gone too long. She wonders what would’ve happened if she let them both have her instead of making them work for it. Shes a good girl really she is…she just gets horny sometimes. 

They’re sitting in her dorm room. Both boys on the floor, she’s stretched out horizontally on her extra long twin, resting on her tummy, legs bent at the knees, she swings them back and forth idly. They’re watching Batman Begins, eating individually packaged cheesecake from the grocery store and drinking wine coolers.

Well, Art and Patrick are drinking. She’s never tried alcohol before outside of an accidental sip of her dads red stripe beer when she was little and they were on vacation in Jamaica. Since then she planned to wait till she was 21, just about a year to go. She never felt like she was missing anything. She’s so good. But she’s also a little bored and mildly curious so she does take a little sip out of Patrick’s bottle of Smirnoff. And then another. 

“It doesn’t taste horrible.” 

Patrick looks up at her, smirking, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe you want the rest?” 

She shrugs and takes the bottle from him, finishing it off. Art glances at her and when she turns to meet his gaze he looks back at the television.  Typical for when the three of them are together. 

She behaves herself with the two of them usually … the first night they met being the exception. She kinda makes a couple mistakes tonight though. 

The first mistake is she lets Patrick give her another wine cooler. It’s too sweet and fizzy… it doesn’t taste like nasty beer at all and she drinks it down easily like soda pop. It’s not until her cheeks are warm and her brain processing time seems to have slowed down that she realizes her second mistake. Patrick picks up her laptop, which is fine. He uses it sometimes. It’s no big deal. Except she forgot she hadn’t used it since the night before Patrick came to visit. That night she’d been horny out of her mind and she couldn’t really sleep so as a last ditch effort—

She watches Patrick, seated back on the floor next to Art, it feels like slow motion as he opens the laptop. At the top of the screen in bold is the logo for PornHub. A video titled: “Hot ebony milf gets double teamed by husband and friend.” She didn’t realize it was such a stupid title. 

“Um Tash?” Patrick’s running his fingers along the tracking pad. She doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s grinning like an idiot. 

His voice draws Art’s attention and his gaze lands on the laptop screen just as Patrick hits play. And okay fine. So what… she watches porn. Fuck him… the stuff he watches is probably so much worse.

“Patrick, what are you doing?” Art snaps with all the cadence of an 18th century man who’s just seen an ankle. 

“Yeah Patrick,” Tashi chimes in, trying to sound equally scandalized.

 Patrick turns his grin on her. “Fuck you Tashi… this is your laptop.” His eyes are all sparkly, pretty blue rings shrinking as his pupils get larger. He needs to be studied for how fast he can go from zero to horny. She needs to be studied for how quickly she’s able to meet him there. 

“Fuck you actually,” She says as she reaches over his shoulder and shuts the laptop and the messy sound of skin slapping and over the top moaning quiets. 

Art moves to sit crisscross on the floor. “You’re disgusting Patrick,” he mutters. Hands pushed into his lap. 

Patrick laughs. “Jesus Christ…it wasn’t me. I was just trying to check my play schedule for next week. I didn’t know my sensitive eyes would be assaulted by Tashi’s filthy porn habit.”

Tashi still feels a little dizzy. Kinda brave. “Please. Sensitive eyes. You guys have probably done that in real life with so many girls at boarding school.” 

The room gets all quiet. It’s like even the film has decided not to make a sound.  They’re doing that thing they do where they stare at each other, talking without words and finally Patrick says. “Believe it or not we haven’t. We don’t share girls. Theres a winner…usually me,” he grins. “And a loser.” 

Art rolls his eyes.  

“Bullshit…you don’t share girls, sure okay.” Tashi giggles and is surprised by a little hiccup that follows. “You probably both get hard fighting each other over who gets to have the pussy and who gets the mouth.” 

Patrick’s looking at her all starry eyed. “Well…” he glances at Art. “I mean… I would get your pussy… I mean her…hypothetical pussy of course.”

Art is bouncing his thigh, his gaze on Tashi. “I would… I would never disrespect you… or— or anyone like that.”

Patrick snorts. “You’re so full of shit.” He mutters. 

Art glances back at Patrick. “I wouldn’t.” 

“So you don’t want to double team me Art?” Tashi asks him, softly. “Fill me up from both ends with your both cocks.”

”Holy shit,” Patrick whispers.  

Art starts blinking a lot… for a moment she worries he’ll start crying. “Well… welll….I uh… if that’s what you wanted. I would do that for you.” Art stammers out. 

“How chivalrous,” Patrick says dryly. “Tash… um… what are we talking about here? Cause I’m…” he gestures vaguely at his crotch.

Tashi smirks. “Okay get up… lemme see it,” she hiccups. This feels surreal. She doesn’t think she knows anyone else who had two boys make out with each other for their attention. Her best friend from high school still thinks she’s exaggerating. And now she’s got them both in her bedroom eager to fulfill her porn fantasy. Stupid. Insane. 

Patrick puts her laptop on the ground and gets to his feet quickly… and yeah he’s stupid hard, with his stupidly massive dick.   “See what you do to me?” Patrick sighs. Art looks at him, an almost imperceptible swipe of his tongue against his bottom lip before he looks back to her.

”What about you?” She asks, a little smile playing on her lips. “You don’t wanna show me?”

Art looks back at Patrick and then to her again before getting to his feet. He’s tenting behind his athletic shorts.  

“So I get your pussy right?” Patrick asks softly. 

Tashi smiles and inches forward on the bed till her feet are flat on the ground. She looks between the two of them. “Why don’t you take em out?” 

Patrick hastily undoes his belt and unzips his jeans but Art just has to ease his shorts down. His swollen pink dick bobs out first. She’s never seen it before. Not really. Maybe it’s because she’s drunk… at least she thinks she is… she doesn’t really know what being drunk feels like… but she grabs hold of Art to the sound of his sudden inhale. Soft skin over hard velvety heat, pearls of white liquid dripping from the tip. She smiles up at him before opening her mouth and sucking him inside. 

“Oh,” Art gasps his knees buckle slightly. “Oh my god.” 

Tashi wants to smile but she’s got her tongue sliding between his slit, tasting the salty fluid leaking from the tip. “Mm…” she hums filling her mouth with more to the sound of a strangled moan from Arts lips. She feels Art grab onto her shoulders… like he needs her to keep himself up right. 

“Oh fuck, Tashi.” It’s not Art… it’s Patrick who whispers it. Tashi slides back letting her mouth empty, Art’s dick revealed inch by inch all shiny with her spit. Art is breathing heavy. His eyes heavy lidded. He lets go of her, trying to steady himself. “S-sorry,” he whispered, dazed. She grins and then turns to Patrick. 

He’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one hand gripping his swollen dick, until she meets his gaze. He lets go of himself. ”God Tashi…” Patrick says softly, he looks so hungry. She loves the sound of her name in his pitchy sex altered voice. Let’s him cup her face in his large palm. 

“You’re so fucking smart and talented…” He teases her like that because she snapped at him once for calling her pretty. (“I’m more than just pretty Patrick… unless thats all you like about me.”)

She grabs at his dick… watching his face as she plays with it… jerking it a little, pressing her thumb along the slit and licking her thumb afterwards. Hes dumb sexy and he knows it, freckles everywhere, his ears all pink, eyes falling shut, lips parted as he groans softly, “Fuck yes.” He breathes as she slowly fills her mouth with as much as she can manage. She reaches over and grabs hold of Art at the same time while she hollows her cheeks around Patrick. 

Patrick moans and Art whimpers. She looks up and Patricks staring at her, one hand resting flat along Arts tummy. She feels so wet between her thighs she thinks her panties might be soaked. Patrick plays his fingers into her hair, grabbing at her ponytail trying to push for more and she pulls back. 

“Mm… no fucking way… you really think either of you are allowed to cum before me?” She hiccups. 

Art shakes his head. “What if I’m…. What if we can’t help it?” 

“Be careful Tash, he’s easy,” Patrick breathes. 

“I forgot you two jerk off together,” Tashi smiles. 

Patrick shrugs. 

“You know you never told me what happened after I left you alone in Flushing.” She adds, curiously, reminded of her standing irritation that he's always so tight lipped about it.

All Patrick offers is a toothy smile. “You should have stayed.”

Art clears his throat. “Im… im not easy just… i think you’re so pretty.”

Tashi giggles and she can see the flush on his cheeks deepen, more pearls of precum leak from his tip. “Try to relax…think of it like a game of doubles. Im your partner. You can’t dominate the court… you have to hold it back a little. For me.” She says gently.

He nods. “Uh yeah okay. I can— i can hold it…”

Patrick curls his fingers into Arts hair. “Yeah hold it back sweetheart.”

Art shoves his hand away, a little shiver running through his body. God. 

Tashi feels impatient all of a sudden. She takes hold of Art again and licks at the excess dripping from his tip. 

“F-fuck,” Art stammers, his hands fly to her head, her ponytail snagging on his fancy watch. She pulls back teasing it out of her hair with a giggle. “Sorry fuck… im sorry.” Art whines.

“Its okay,” she says, she glances at Patrick’s shit eating grin as she smooths her hair back. Art takes his watch off and tosses it aside on her bed. “Its okay you’ll get used to it…” Tashi says, reassuringly.

“Who tastes better Tash?” Patrick asks.

“hm… good question…” she takes hold of both of their dicks making them moan, making them step closer to each other. She likes it… it feels like she has all this control. Maneuvering them like horny little marionettes. She fills her mouth with both. 

A chorus of moans and swears fill the room as she hums around them. Her mouth too full, eyes watering. Both of them with their hands in her hair. They each have a distinct scent, but mostly what she tastes on her tongue is salty, heated skin. She teases Patrick’s balls with her finger tips eliciting a sharp groan out of him. Feels the way, Patrick gently cradles her head. Feels the way Art starts moving, like he wants to thrust in and out but is trying to stop himself. She hears the wet sound of kissing and she presses her thighs together as she glances up to see them kissing each other. She fucking knew it. They’re as horny for each other as they are for her. 

“I dont— think— I don’t think—“ Art gasps, against Patrick’s mouth. Tashi pulls back then, both of them slipping out, hard and shiny. Art lets out a deep breath at the loss of contact and Patrick keeps one hand on her head and the other on Art’s. 

“Mm..I think I like both,” Tashi says, curling stray strands of hair behind her ears. Both boys are watching her with sex stupid dazed expressions, following her every movement. She slowly pulls her t-shirt and sweatshirt off so she’s only in her sports bra and short shorts. “You both wanna be inside me don’t you?” 

“Yes,” Art says, immediately. 

“Fuck yes,” Patrick says. 

She gets to her feet so she’s almost at eye level with them and that’s when she realizes she’s drunk or something like it. She wraps an arm around Patrick’s shoulder. “Mm I think I’m drunk.” 

“You’re just a little tipsy, sweetheart,” Patrick teases. “Light weight.”

She grins. “You can have my pussy this time, Pat-trick.” She separates the syllables cause words feel so slow and funny on her tongue. 

“God yes,” Patrick says, he presses a tentative kiss to her lips and she smiles and kisses him back. Before turning to Art. He’s so eager it’s like their lips smash together straight away, tongues and teeth and hunger. She feels so horny. She feels Patrick pull her hair back so he can kiss along her throat… Patrick’s fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts, rubbing circles, teasing along her cunt through the fabric of her panties. “So wet for me,” he hums along her throat and Art starts feeling around too. His hand cupping at her bra, fingers tugging it down so he can play with her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingertips.

It feels so good Tashi is overwhelmed with it. She can’t believe a little over 24 hours ago she’d been watching porn curled up in her bed, fingers racing between her legs while some stranger moaned about two boys fucking her like crazy. 

And now it’s real. They’re touching her all over, Art’s mouth on her breasts. Patrick’s hand around her waist, the other one in her panties. His thick fingers slipping in and out of her. She’s moaning, writhing against them, takes their mouths, pushes them together to watch them kiss on each other. 

“Mm you’re both so good at sharing,” Tashi sighs. 

“God… wanna fuck you now, Tash.” Patrick breathes. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Maybe you should ask nicely,” Tashi says.

“Please lemme fuck you, Tashi,” he groans. 

“Please, me too. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” Art breathes. “I won't come till you say.”

And really who is she to say no to that. She makes Patrick put on a condom. She's on the pill but she always has to be double, triple, quadruple sure. She got too horny one night and let him fuck her without it and ended up in her gynaecologist’s office begging for a test because she was one day late and so very neurotic about it. God forbid she lets a boy ruin her tennis career.

She crawls on the bed, tossing the pillows on the floor. Patrick is right behind her. She gestures Art over to join them and he quickly slots himself between her face and the headboard. She feels Patrick's fingers playing with her pussy again. So impatient. “Jesus your fucking dripping.” He moans and with that he’s easing himself inside her, she feels the thick heft of him and even though she’s used to how big he is by now theres still the delicious stretch through her walls as her body accommodates for him. 

She moans and Art shivers in front of her. He rubs his dick as she looks up at him through her lashes. 

“God. You’re so…. so beautiful,” he whispers.

She loves how irreverent he is even when she’s doing something filthy right in front of him. Like getting fucked. 

“You can put it in my mouth,” she grins and he nods. Hes so gentle with it, taking hold of himself and gently guiding his dick into her open mouth. She licks and moans around him while Patrick groans, fucking her like he can’t help himself. This is what she wanted, what she touched herself imagining. God maybe shes not a good girl. Maybe she’s a little bit of a slut. One drink and she wants to be fucked like a whore.  

She rocks her hips back and forth, both of them filling her over and over. Her ears ringing, pulse pounding. The room is full of their gasping and moaning. Vaguely she imagines that maybe her neighbors can hear and it just makes her feel even more aroused. And soon she’s fisting the sheets… Patrick pounding against her walls over and over along a spot that’s making her shiver and whine and her thighs feel weak. Her tummy coiling tighter and tighter as the tension builds. Her mouth is so full and wet, drool spilling from her lips. No more technique, just sloppy messy head.  Art white knuckling her headboard. His breathing shaky like he’s desperate.

“Fuck Tashi, fuck are you close?” Patrick moans. Tashi just hums, meeting his thrusts. She’s out of her mind… barely holding on….and then it happens. She thinks she blacks out for a second for the force of it. Coming so wet on Patricks dick. 

“Holy Fuck,” Patrick gasps. He starts rocking his hips faster chasing his own orgasm while her mouth fills suddenly with Arts come.

“Fuck im sorry im sorry, I couldn’t— i couldn’t stop,” he groans as she pulls back and lets it drip from her lips. Little spurts of come still jutting out of him. And that's when Patrick stills, moaning as he empties into the condom. 

“God that was so fucking hot.” He gasps. 

Oh, it's such a mess. Patrick sighs, relaxing as he slips out of her. Tashi had never seen how the double penetration clip ended. She'd finished by then, shut her laptop and fallen fast asleep. 

But in reality even though she's just as sleepy as she was after watching porn (probably more) she’s groggy sitting on the edge of the bed, feverishly warm looking around for her panties. Art tugging his shorts up, skin still pink he hurries to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to help her clean up.

They organize themselves somewhat quietly, all of them exhausted from such an intense athletic effort.  Her bed sheets are kind of a lost cause. “You gotta wash them tomorrow,” she informs them to which they both agree. God she thinks they’re so pussy drunk right now they'll say yes to anything.

Art says they can sneak downstairs to his room, he’s got a blow up mattress. “Just gotta be quiet in case my roommate is sleeping.”

“Next time we can do it in your room…when your roommate is out of town.” Tashi says softly as they make their way down the mostly empty dormitory halls.

“Yeah… yeah whenever you want,” Art says. 

“Oh fuck next time, really?” Patrick teases his fingers into her hair as they step on the elevator. He fidgets, twirling a strand of her ponytail around his fingers.

“Sure,” Tashi shrugs and waits a beat. “I mean don't you wanna fight over who gets to put it in my ass?”

The elevator dings and she steps out. Both boys frozen in place, staring at her, trying get their brains back online. Yeah it's fine, she’s okay with her life being a little bit not normal. She kinda loves it actually.

(okay so pornhub was founded in may 2007 guys… this is the research I do for you. Unfortunately I’m not sure on timeline of the film (Tashi’s injury) and im already in canon divergence so nothing matters but I just thought you should also know that useless fact.)

Can’t forget the most important part Taglist: @artstennisracket

[lily-onher-grave]

okay okay okay thoughts/excited ramblings about the wicked movie under the cut bc i've seen it and now i'm insane about it again

let's be real it's kinda hard to fumble the opening number of a musical especially when that opening number is no one mourns the wicked and yet i was still absolutely blown away it was SO GOOD

the lil munchkins running, the singing in the streets, the posters of the witch (side note all the artwork was insanely good and just added so much to the style of oz i feel like) it was all so awesome

NOMTW becomes so sinister and they nailed it

obligatory emotional babbling about glinda standing alone in the crowd as everyone sings 'the wicked's lives are lonely'

before i left for the theater i was like 'take your bets on if i'll cry' and my roommate and i agreed that yeah obviously i would. but what i didn't expect is for ariana's sad face to knock me out in five minutes flat. i was done for

the effigy. holy shit. and handing the torch to glinda. i want to go see the whole thing again just so i can rewatch that scene. my heart still hurts

(also nanny! sort of not really. but i liked the childhood scenes i liked that elphaba had one (1) good thing in her life before shiz)

SHIZ okay shiz honestly shiz was the thing i was most excited for bc c'mon, we don't write about our gothic magic school all the time in fic for nothing. and honestly it was so good. the shots of the whole castle! the library design! the balcony moments and the stairways and just like the layers of architecture and the way morrible could kind of be anywhere at any time. the way it felt so grand and yet so small at the same time. idk man the vibes were good and the set was beautiful

glinda arriving by boat was magical that's all

the way everything dillamond had was tailored to him was fantastic it was so good

actually i want to shout out the library set design again and how it tied into the clockwork theme that never gets fully called out even in the musical but it's still so good

where's my time dragon clock tho

also back up the scene where elphaba loses her temper in the courtyard--when she breaks the relief of the wizard, there's old artwork of Animals behind it and i gasped out loud when i saw it

and that was the first moment i thought 'this is brilliant but i still want an hbo dark fantasy political drama tv show based on the book'

speaking of the dark fantasy political drama tv shows, the Animal meeting!! i'm so glad they put more stuff like that in there

actually as a whole the movie felt more grounded and less comedic than the musical. i think they did a fantastic job of keeping the magic and silliness and charm and wonder of the show while still adding those extra bits of drama and dire circumstances

anyway gelphie fic prank wars trope is officially canon great work everybody handshakes all around. i was cackling (silently. i promise i'm a respectful moviegoer)

the ozdust ballroom being illegal makes so much sense. it being underwater was fucking cool. boq and nessa were actually really great and i usually don't care about them at all during this scene

also i love love love nessa and i cannot wait to see more of her. but showing her multiple times on the sidelines when elphie was being humiliated was such a good choice. the tension between nessa obviously caring for her sister yet always caring for herself more is so delicious and i always want to see it fleshed out more, and i think they did such a good job with her? her and elphaba have sweet moments which i love, and her wanting to be independent and only elphaba really understanding that is so so good. and having her just watching elphaba for so long before finally saying she can't watch. god i can't wait to see her be desperate and selfish and cold in act 2, it's gonna be so good

side note boq also looking upset by elphie being bullied. i miss my brotp man

but let's talk about what's most important: the gelphie dance. because oh my god i started crying all over again. so did elphaba. and glinda wiping her tears i'm dying i've died oh my god

i always get a little bit surprised when glinda seems more head over heels than elphaba. idk why. but ariana's glinda is absolutely more head over heels than cynthia's elphaba and i loved it

(they just. freaking LEFT the party. just zipped out of there as soon as they hugged. glinda was like hmmm i just realized some things and grabbed elphaba's hand and ran off while the night was young. and fiyero stared after them knowing that he stood no chance whatsoever)

also i'm like 72% sure the guys sitting next to me were a couple? and they both cried during the gelphie dance too and it was a very unexpected but very funny moment of solidarity

i say ariana's glinda is more head over heels and i stand by it but elphaba's fond little smile when glinda was pouting about sharing secrets almost made me start sobbing again they're so GOOD they're so CUTE and she is SO heart eyes for glinda immediately!!!

i need to be sedated i swear

popular was adorable 10/10 no notes absolutely nailed it i loved every second

also glinda sitting next to elphaba in class now. my heart <3

after dillamond gets hauled away (again with this being more violent and dark and those moments of drama coming through more in the movie i loveeee) glinda doesn't sit down until elphaba does

also they had several little moments of elphaba looking to glinda and glinda either shaking her head or nodding. they've been friends for 2 days and they're already having silent conversations i love them <3

the poppy spell? was sick as hell????

another seeing of wicked, another complete sense of bafflement as to why fiyero is there

i say this jokingly but the fiyero and elphaba romance really does feel like a product of the early 2000s especially now that it's on screen rather than on stage. idk maybe that's just the lesbian in me talking though

the train design is also sick but we knew that from the trailers

okay look logically yes i knew idina and kristin would have cameos. but i'd been crying on and off and one short day's magic had already taken hold so they caught me completely off guard. it was great

the wizard stuff was really sweet. and while i was hoping for more time put toward shiz and stuff, i do think those moments did a great job of 1) showing how much elphaba just wants to be loved 2) foreshadowing the wizard being her father and 3) laying the groundwork for her briefly considering working with the wizard in act 2, which is a decision that never quiteee feels right in the show

i love that they put more lore into the grimmerie btw. very cool

the hot air balloon was random but fun. i wonder if it'll come up again in act 2

every time. every damn time glinda starts singing in defying gravity i just want someone to end it right there. glinda grabs the broom, it fades to black, and they both lived happily ever after

fuck

defying gravity taking place at sunset because it's at the end of their one short day of happiness

also UM morrible coming up and hugging glinda when she's crying. exquisite emotional manipulation i'm screaming

elphie! seeing! her! inner! child! i loved the baby elphie scenes even though i prefer creepy 'horrors' elphaba always. but seeing her come back was sooooo fucking good

elphaba only ever relying on herself, in the end

glinda's final 'i hope you're happy' took me out, as it always does, as it always should. and reaching out from the balcony? i'm sobbing again

morrible dragging glinda into the darkness while elphaba flies into the sun! someone fucking help me i'm already wrecked by these two

honestly my biggest complaint is that now i have to wait for part two, i want to see the rest nowwwww

[whimsquirksandstuff]

im not sure if this is the place to ask properly, so i do apologize, (hope you dont mind!) i was wondering: would you ever do a fandom deep dive on more crossover ships, specifically of the one kinda big fandom back in the day (which. is kinda still alive somehow) called The Big Four (combined tangle, brave, httyd, rotg main characters)?

I would LOVE to talk more about crossover ships!

"Rise Of The Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons" still makes me smile to this day :,) In it's heyday, while it wasn't one of my main fandoms (in that it wasn't an active source of brainrot for me), I did watch the edits, enjoyed the fanart, and read some fics. That was one of the few fandoms at the time where I was super on board with multishipping; I remember debating if I should ship Hiccup with Jack or Merida and read a bunch of fics to try and decide lmao. It ended up being like "wait...I could just do both??"

It's odd and kind of sad to me that so many people are so vehemently shocked/weirded out by crossover ships in the current fandom era we're in. It was such a staple when I was growing up. I guess with shifting attitudes putting such heavy emphasis on canon (for validity's sake? even though canon means next to nothing in fandom lmao) and only shipping "what could be considered canon" or "likely become canon", crossover ships can be too much to wrap your head around if you have that mindset. That's the joy of them though, right? No expectations, no canon in sight, just shipping off of vibes and what feels like it could work somehow in another universe. Hell, it's just fun to throw random characters together!

I have a video planned to talk about crackships, but i'm wondering now if I should also include crossover ships. Or maybe that'll be a separate video, cause there's also the world of DC x Danny Phantom crossover ships too!

Either way, a rotbtfd will be out at some point! Hopefully sooner than later ;)

[glitter-stained]

Ok sooo don’t know if you’ve ever already been asked this but-

I’m like a sucker for cute baby robin Jason interactions with the Teen titans. In my own wonderful world I like to imagine that Baby Jason had (has) a crush on his older brother’s cool older friends (cough cough Roy).

How do you think that would go? (I’ve thought of these scenarios soooo many times)

Especially when he meets them again when he’s older, and ripped, and ohmygodthosethighs

Just asking Fellow Jason Todd Stan to Fellow Jason Todd Stan :)

Tysm for the ask!

Hmmm

I think the more Titans Jaybin had a baby crush on the cuter it gets.

Dick: so hey Jay how was it what did you think of my team?

Jaybin, who spent way too many hours surrounded by the coolest and prettiest people he's ever seen smiling and talking to him: I think I have arrhythmia.

As for his comeback, I'm gonna be honest I'm very critical of villainous Jason, I think UTH an intelligent, enjoyable story but I personally can't get over its flaws so I'm gonna answer using some AUs of mine, please bear with me. Mostly it's just hard to analyse and make hypothesis about a characterization you disagree with.

Antigonish : that's my personal UTH rewrite where Jason is still a villain/antihero/rogue but the way I'd have written it. In this, Jason (17) looks around 17 years old at most in UTH so he's still not exactly a sexy adult but I don't think the Titans know he's back yet. At the end of Antigonish, Jason leaves Gotham and Dick only finds out from Bruce after he left that Jason's back. So I think the way Dick learns it and passes it on the Titans is "there is a very deeply traumatized highly skilled teenager wandering across the country who needs urgent psychiatric care if lost please return to Batman." I don't know when he first meets the og Titans afterwards (though he maybe meets Roy first since I kinda want him to wind up in Star City for a while, make friends with Mia), but I think there would be that "best friend's undead little brother, handle with care" vibe going on on the Titan's side. On Jason's side, I can see him annoying the fuck out of Mia lmao -"wow your older brother is so handsome I wanna use these biceps as pillows for the rest of my life", "have you seen him with Lian, I wanna bear his children" she would be SO DONE with him

Now in an AU similar to Antigonish, but also closer to canon (aka trying to mash my version of Jason into various dc canons held together with glue to have in character!Roy with an older version of Antigonish!Jason teaming up) which I will call the Jayroy AU as its sole purpose for existence is that I want these people to date, Jason and Roy meet as adults (Jason is 22 and Roy 29). Why did they never meet before? Eh, raising a kid who definitely doesn't get exploded is hard work. Anyway the point is Roy doesn't recognise Jason. Jason is using a pseudonym (probably something stupid like Harper Teal) because of legally dead reasons and just assumes Roy recognised him and followed along, but he looks nothing like the cute little guy who blushed like a tomato every time Roy talked to him. At some point Jason casually mentions the adventure he had with the Titans and Roy goes through several kinds of shock and has to reboot like a computer.

> + bonus lantern AU:

Red Lantern Dick: "hey guys remember my first little brother Jason? He asked if he could get some help on an intergalactic issue."

The titans: "that cute kid? Didn't he die? And why would the second Robin need help with intergalactic threats anyway?"

Jason, thighs and tits on display, in his Star Sapphire uniform, with a machine gun construct under the arm: "Hey guys who wants to help me take down a space wide trafficking ring?"

[eemamminy-art]

Saw your reblog! Could have sworn I sent an ask in a bit ago but I’ll try again just in case. ^^

Hello! I really enjoy a lot of your Penny/Maru art and headcanons. However, recently I saw you were also fond of Jodi/Caroline. I was curious as to what headcanons you had of the two and/or if you had any possible art for the ship? :0

I did see your other ask, and I was hanging onto it because I actually haven't drawn Jodi/Caroline yet but I wanted to for a while, and didn't have time to reply this week until now! I also knew this was gonna take a while to write up haha so thanks for being patient

this is the first time I've drawn them! I put a little bit of how I draw Abigail and Sam into their features c:

Headcanons and stuff below the cut because it's really long

The whole ship for me spawned from like… when I was first playing stardew, I noticed Caroline has so much dialog about how she's frustrated with Pierre for being so consumed with work that he's absent when it comes to his family. She also doesn't seem to like being a homemaker, having lines about getting takeout often, while Pierre seems to value those things, as shown in that Abigail heart event where he wants her to help with the cooking at home 😬 And in Jodi's case, she's really badly overworked and talks repeatedly about regretting having kids so young and not being able to live her life. Though after learning more about Sam's storyline, I'm a little less empathetic toward Jodi as I initially was because she's the type of mom who takes on more work for herself and then complains she's overwhelmed, instead of like, having her kids or husband do chores to ease the burden. And like of course Jodi and Caroline are always talking together in the plaza, or at festivals 👀

So this is the basis: They're both unhappy with their families/husbands, and I could imagine a scenario where they both just throw it all away for each other. If you'd want it to be extra angsty, you could have them be really conflicted and question whether it was the right choice, but they've already come that far so they're afraid that they wouldn't be able to go back even if they wanted to now. I suppose you could also have them just be cheating on their husbands if that's your thing, but I personally hate infidelity and am really choosy about how and when it's used in a story, so I would be happier with them just cutting ties and running off together.

Since I've started writing my fic, and thus had them in it as side characters, I've started writing their husbands as all being more attentive than in the canon (Demetrius to Robin especially-- I know we're not talking about them currently but I'm such a ride or die for Demetrius I feel the need to say 😂) so I haven't thought as much about this ship as I did right when I very first got into stardew valley. But I think the potential is there!!

Maybe it starts as like.. they're having these green tea afternoons together and Caroline feels so good being appreciated and listened to for once, and Jodi feels so at peace being able to relax even just for a few minutes, that they're like oh god… I kind of want this forever. This, and nothing else. It's a selfish choice but it's also something understandable, given how unhappy they are and how much they've put their families before themselves. What if for once, they put themselves first and just absolutely salt the earth on their way out? 👀

I think also that Caroline gives off the vibes that she's adventurous? It's kinda implied in some of her dialog (I think especially if you romance Abigail?) that she was a wild young woman who never saw herself settling down even though she ultimately did. In Jodi's case, she had Sam so young she never got to properly enjoy her youth. So I think they would have a blast together living out the wild 20's they never got to experience now that they're women in their 40's :3 and they kiss of course that's the most important part 😂

[quinloki]

Hi 😊,

I kinda feel bad for asking again but i tried the generator just for fun and I needed to ask you this for the kinky head canon event

Obedience training, forced orgasm, interrogation scene for Rayleigh, Izou and Beckman please 👉👈 (I'm sorry in case you already did one of these)

Don't feel bad at al \o/

Especially not with a line up like that, hot damn.

Beckman, Izou and Rayleigh with Forced Orgasm, Interrogation Role play and Obedience Training. Hngh. Just end my line now, I'm not surviving this. What a wonderful collection 🥰

I think I've touched on a few of these already, but that's okay. I have a master project rolling for this, so a little copy/paste and not a minute to waste <3

Benn Beckman:

Forced Orgasms - FUCK Yes - the way your toes curl, the way your eyes roll back. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, drool passing your lips and mixing with tears. The way sweat looks on your skin when you’re shivering from overstimulation and trying desperately to beg him to stop.

The way your voice sounds when the sweet sounds of that first orgasm have turned into gritty swears ripped from between clenched teeth.

The way he knows you’re okay despite the sobs, because when he asks if you can give him one more you nod, spreading your legs and presenting your messy body to him, desperate for all the attention he gives you.

Interrogation Role Play - FUCK Yes - One of his favorite forms of role play, because he can lean back and do very little and it is Very Effective.

It’s not the questions. It’s the silence.

It’s the way he sits across from you and lights his cigarette and doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes are telling you that the game is on. By the time he asks his first question the nerves are already rolling in your gut.

The way he’ll bring Hongo in to “search you”, leaving you naked and covered in lube, letting you sit on that cold metal chair with nothing on. If you start to shiver he’ll warm you up, wouldn’t do to have his little suspect catch cold, would it?

Obedience Training - Yes - (So I realize that I got Discipline for Benn at some point, and had effectively answered it how I would've answered Obedience Training (vs answering it as "Disciplining") so please don't mind the wording used here, the vibes are the same!)

Beckman is certainly here to teach you discipline. He can't lie though, the only reason he really wants to instill any discipline, or protocols, is so that he can punish you when you lapse. Maybe you like being bad for him, and maybe those punishments are more funishments than anything else, but the point is that Discipline is just a means to other ends.

Izou:

Forced Orgasms - Oh god you don’t even know - orgasm control is definitely the crux for him, and denial as much as forced. He’ll restrain you and drive you mad, enjoying the mess you make as you fall apart because of him.

The whining, desperate, gasping breaths coming from you as you beg him to stop, but it’s only been three. That’s hardly enough. You’re stronger than that, you can give him more, certainly. You don’t even have to do anything just endure what he does to you.

When he leans in and whispers endearments in your ear later on, and your legs tremble because he calls you that when you’re sobbing from pleasure, he’ll think maybe next time you can handle a couple more.

Interrogation Role Play - FUCK Yes - Much like Beckman, Izou enjoys a good role play where he can sit back and let the atmosphere do most of his work.

Izou is more likely to start restricting you as the conversation progresses. Tying your limbs, covering your eyes. He’ll make a pot of tea while you try to sort out what those sounds are. His fingers will drag over your skin.

So sharp is the knife that cuts your clothing that you don’t realize he has access until his fingers tease your skin directly. By the end of it you can’t speak for the gag in your mouth, but it won’t stop him from asking you questions, and warning you that untimely answers can result in punishments.

Obedience Training - Oh gods you don’t even know - there’s a proper way to make tea, there’s a proper way to put on clothes, a proper way to clean a gun, a proper way to do everything. I think Izou finds comfort in the ritual. It’s part of why I think he enjoys shibari so much.

It’s not the control, not entirely, it’s the grounding nature of the ritual itself. Instilling that in you, and getting the pleasure of Correcting you or Praising you, is a new layer to all his rituals, and it is divine in his eyes.

Just because he tasks you with making tea while your arms are bound behind your head, doesn’t mean he expects you to fail.

Silvers Rayleigh:

Forced Orgasms - Oh God You Do Not Even KNOW -

You’re going to think you’ll die orgasming.

He won’t stop. You cannot cry and beg enough to deter him. The way you squirm, and sob and whimper is the greatest delight. You won’t die, he won’t allow it, but you might pass out, waking up to find him between your thighs, that easy smile on his face. Welcoming you back before he returns to what he had been doing before.

Every moment is precious and you deserve to know all the pleasures he can give you. By the third days or so he might even start filling you up, instead of just licking and kissing all the sensitive places on your body until you cum in ways you didn’t know you could.

Interrogation Role Play - Yes - he’ll get into it, for sure, but it’s not too high on his list. He’s not against role play in general, but he prefers to get to the point.

He would rather play the rich business man, the undeterred noble, or even the cruel pirate - but he can play the part of interrogator. The hard part for him will be walking the right side of the line. The Dark King could have you admitting to killing a Celestial Dragon if he’s not careful.

All he wants is for you to say you want him.

Obedience Training - Oh god you don’t even know - I think Rayleigh likes teaching people things. Whether it's haki, fighting, cooking, survival, or more… intimate things, he's delighted to pass on his knowledge. So teaching you how to be disciplined, how to serve, how to act and speak, how to follow protocols, and all the fine details of the poise and grace involved in it - he's here for it.

It rates so high because not only does he get to teach you, but it also opens avenues for punishments, praising, and rewards, and it's the whole package kind of deal. More than the sum of its parts kind of thing. No matter how well you learn he's going to enjoy every aspect of the process.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [2/…]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

"Do-mi-ti, why not me? Why not me?"

— Mitski, "Washing Machine Heart"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live Action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstance.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Divergence, Buggy is an asshole, The reader used to go by "Cross-Hairs" in the past, hot tension, resentment and love, flashbacks, Reader is strong AF

A/N: Buggy's behavior in this chapter kinda gives off Yandere-vibes, but he's not. He's just really desperate, and a general asshole, (and lonely).

He's dead.

Gol D. Roger, captain of the Roger pirates, your captain, is dead. Pierced through the back by the Marines like a pig for slaughter, a death unworthy for someone of his rank. He deserved to live a long life, drunk on rum, surrounded by his friends and crewmates, before being finally laid to rest in a casket and shipped off with the waves as per tradition.

As chaos ensues and all hell breaks loose, his corpse remains on the same stand where he met his end, left to roast in the warm sun. At the very least, he did not leave this world without flipping one last bird at the Marines.

His final words leave such a domino effect upon the witnesses, one that will last for years to come. Sailors, pirates, men, women, and children all head toward the vast oceans in a hurry, ships pushing off the docks at record speed as they prepare to hunt for his legacy. To claim his title for their own. A title he earned and subsequently put up for auction.

The Marines were hoping that his death would mean the end of Piracy, but as though fate itself had something else to say about it, it had the exact opposite effect.

You're not moving with the swarm of people. The race goes on, but you do not. 

You're still standing in the same spot as you were when you watched the officers drive their spears through your captain's back, having ceased to function as you saw the man who practically raised you, succumb to the same fate that claims all in the end.

Even as people are pushing their way past you, shoving you in God-knows how many directions on their way to the oceans, you can't find it in you to move on your own accord. 

The world has gone deafly quiet now, everyone else is gone, and you're its sole occupant now. Despite the unrest going around, and the wind that brushes against your neck, Roger's last words echo in your ears like the whispers of a ghost.

"Wealth. Fame. Power. I found everything this world has to offer. Free yourselves! Take to the seas! My treasure is yours to find!"

Someone - whether accidentally or not - thrusts against your stomach, and you take a tumble to the ground. The world finally perforates your consciousness, yet it leaves you exposed to its chaos. You attempt to stand up, but the ongoing movements from all around halt your efforts. 

You raise your arms to shield your face from further damage, suffering several pairs of feet and a handful of scratches from the crowd. Nothing too bad, but you don't dare to try and get up just yet. Your initial plan is to just stay put until the storm is over.

That is, until you hear a voice calling your name from somewhere in the crowd, muffled by the ruckus, but still audible for you to make out among the many others.

"COME ON! HURRY!"

You're hastily pulled up to your feet and collide face-first into a chest. Looking up, you only manage to register Buggy's hand tightly clenched around yours in a near-painful hold as he pushes you both through the ongoing crowd. 

While trying to navigate through the masses, you raise your head to gaze at his face.

Not unlike your own, his eyes are stained with tears.

------

Nothing is in its correct shape when you blink your eyes open. For starters, the room is spinning at an incredible speed, and for seconds, there is twice of everything. Two coats are hanging on the rack just on the edge of your vision, the same color and length and everything. You discover you have two pairs of hands and feet as you sit up, and at least over a dozen iron bars are separating you from the rest of the room.

In a minute or two, your sight establishes yourself. The world has become one again, but to your chagrin, you discover that the number of bars caging you remains the same. 

Shaking off the dizziness and nausea that accompanies your waking, you get up to your knees and discover that, once again, you're fucking trapped. This time, it's in a metal cage hanging off the floor by a hook and chain, swinging you lightly back and forth with each fraction of movement you commit yourself to. 

Exhausted from simply waking up, you clash your forehead against the bars. "Shit."

"Well, good to know that your colorful vocabulary remains the same."

You snap your eyes up to see Buggy striding into the room, and your gaze immediately narrows.

"And your eyes." His right hand dislodges itself from his wrist and hovers over to you with an outstretched finger, where it lands right in the space between your eyes. "Sharp as ever, if not even sharper. Careful, you could kill someone with those."

"Wishful thinking," you murmur indignantly and raise your hand to wave off the offending appendage. Like a fly will with sugar, it merely withdraws for a few inches before returning to the same spot. 

You elect to ignore it as best as you can.

He feigns a horrified gasp at your words and clutches his chest with his remaining hand. "Such harsh words! I thought we were friends, you and I. I mean, what kind of friend would threaten the other with their life so cruelly?"

Friends? That's rich coming from him. You haven't considered him as such since the day he left. You won't even dignify that with a response, and so you merely turn your head to the side and rest your cheek against the bars.

His voice lowers a few octaves, enough for you to differentiate between the real him and the act he puts on for a performance. "Then again, what kind of 'friend' leaves the other behind?" His footsteps come closer, each one weighing heavier than the last. "What kind of 'friend' abandons the other?" 

Your eye twitches, but you still refuse to look at him, much less speak to him.

"What?" the Showman farce has by now ended and been buried as he takes one last step forward. "Nothing to say? I'd thought that after twenty years, you'd be happy to see this handsome face."

As much as you want to admit that, yes, the years have done wonders on his face and he most definitely would've been categorized as 'handsome' in your dictionary, you don't. 

"What do you want me to say?" You tilt your head marginally to the side so that merely one eye is aimed at him. "That it's good to see you? That I've missed you?" Even though both of those statements are true to some extent, he doesn’t need to know that.

"Well, I could go for all of the above if you insist on being cordial, but for starters, an apology might suffice enough on its own." If you weren't already looking at him, you'd think that he’s joking. He isn't. He’s as serious as a heart attack, and he’s not smiling this time. All you can think at the moment is that it's strange not to see a clown smile.

"An apology?" You withdraw the impulse to scoff. "What, exactly, do I have to apologize for?"

He doesn’t answer right away. In fact, he doesn’t do or say anything at all. You can't even hear him breathing, and it’s twice as eerie as his general demeanor. It's a foreboding omen that signifies he's on the edge of his temper like a bomb sizzling just before it goes off. 

"What do you have to apologize for?" he echoes.

That's all the warnings you get before the cage rattles with enough force to knock you back against the other side of the cage. Buggy's hand curls around the iron bars with such vehemence that it almost looks like he's about to break them right off the hinges.

He leans forward until his nose barely brushes against the cold steel placed between you, his bright-blue eyes near-bloodshot with the way they glower. Even now, with the few feet between you, you find yourself almost drowning in those blue irises of his. 

"You left me. You betrayed me!" he shouts loud enough for his voice to reverberate throughout the room, all thoughts of maintaining his composure thrown out the window the moment you inadvertently admitted your own cluelessness. "Just like all the others! Shanks, now I could've predicted that, but you?"

His hand dislodges yet again to point an accusatory finger at you, but it maintains a safe distance this time. Probably afraid of what you'll try to do with it if you get your hands on it. 

You have to give yourself some credit. You've not lost your temper once since you ended up here. In your adolescence, you would've torn him a new one fo the trouble, but you can't be bothered this time around. You’d have thought two decades of separation would’ve led to some pent-up fury like it has done to him, but all you feel is … well, nothing.

Nothing yet, anyhow.

"What you did to me, now that was cruel. That was something I did not expect, but you did it, and for what?" The cage continues to shake as his fingers dig into the rods. This time, you observe, he’s keeping his head slightly tilted downwards, rendering you unable to detect his eyes. "For Red-Haired fucking SHANKS!"

With all the movement going on in your limited space, you’re jolted forth again like a ball and cling to the front bars with your hand positioned right above his. Even with the gloves and the short distance keeping you separated, you can feel the scorching heat emitting from him.

How long has it been since you were last this close to him? It was underneath the stars, you unexpectedly recall. You were clinging to him, crying your heart out as the death of your captain had finally been processed. He was holding you close, whispering something you could not make out at the time.

It was during a time when it was just you, him, and Shanks. The three of you, against the rest of the world, ready to live up to Gol's legacy and become the Pirates of the New Age. With  Shanks’ leadership, your strength, and Buggy’s general unpredictability, nothing could stop you.

But now you're here, a captive. No longer a friend, no longer a... 

It never went that far, anyhow. No use bringing it up now when it’s hardly relevant. 

When Buggy’s raspy breaths slow down and his hold on the iron rods lessens, you decide to finally speak. 

"You're the one who left, Buggy," you say, your words laced with such apparent apathy that no one would’ve guessed what you’re feeling. In reality, you want to scream until his ears literally pop. 

Your chest constricts just to say it out loud, but you won't even stop and address the tremble that threatens to claim your voice the more you go into it. "I went with Shanks, because who else was I supposed to go with? The Roger Pirates were spread to the fucking corners of the earth, Gol D. Roger was dead, and you left. I had no one except for him. You closed that door, not me." 

Silence reigns loudly upon you as you're left there, nearly breathless after your little rant despite having kept your voice even throughout it. You feel pathetic, childlike, small. People say that admitting something is the first step towards overcoming it, but you feel neither achieved or relieved of any burdens.

You just feel ... small. As small as you were the day he disappeared from your life.

Buggy doesn't say anything, his countenance empty of any tell-tale signs regarding what he might be feeling. It's almost ironic. The man who used to wear his emotions on his sleeves, the same expressive man who used to spend hours bragging about his capacities and capabilities on the Oro Jackson, has now been rendered mute like a mime instead of a jester.

His eyes find yours again after an unknown amount of time, only now, it's not just bitterness and resentment you have to salvage from them. For a second, just a brief flash of the moment, there's something else. Something vulnerable. 

It goes as quickly as it came. 

He shoves himself from the cage, his indecipherable gaze – now laced with both anger and regret – lingering on you before he starts pacing around the room, having calmed down from his outburst but being no less agitated by the turn of events. 

"What are you talking about?" he demands, sounding a tad more curious now than accusatory. "You were already going to leave with Shanks before I booked it, I just beat you to it."

This time, it's your turn to point an accusatory finger toward him, lowering your voice just enough for him to hear you recount the most painful memory you have, save for Gol D.'s death. The memory you had spent almost two decades trying to bury deep down inside you. 

"The last thing you told me was that you wished that you'd never even met me, and then you fucking left me behind to go do who the fuck knows what. Which, apparently,— " You gesture to your surroundings with a dismissive wave of your hand. "— Includes enslaving people and keeping them in cages."

"Hey, people are allowed to have side-gigs!" he retorts, almost boyishly as if you didn't just have a serious argument moments ago. "Don't judge me! You used to steal shit when we were kids, but you didn't hear me bitching about it!"

You roll your eyes. Some things don't change, that being the childish bickering, not the enslaving and caging bit. Your lip inclines upwards for just a second, and it declines just as quickly. You lean back against the other wall of your cage and heave a breath, tired of it all

"Speaking of kids," he rests his arms atop a crate to his left. "What's up with you and Rubber-Boy over there? Luffy, was it?"

Your lip drops to a scowl. Looks like the kid's Devil Fruit powers have come to light, one fruit eater to another. "What about him?"

Buggy smirks and pulls out a knife from inside his coat. He turns it playfully in his hand, balancing the sharp edge at the tip of his finger as though in deep thought. "He yours or something? 'Cause, I gotta admit, I never took you as the white-picket-fence type."

He’s joking, right? 

Right?

"He's not mine.”

The look that befalls his face almost seems like … relief? He’s quick to mask it though with a half-assed smirk.

"No?" He tips his head to each side and lets the knife lie on the crate. "You sure as hell seem protective over him, and I know for a fact that not just anyone earns the favor of the legendary Cross-Hairs.” He puts a hand under his chin, feigning a motion of deep thinking. “What'd he do? Save your life? You found him in the trash? Or did you shag up with his daddy or something?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I made a promise."

At the mention of this, he promptly ceases with his ridiculous guesses and his words turn sharp. "To whom?"

"None of your fucking business." You're pretty sure that if he learns that you made that promise to none other than Shanks, he'd unleash a different kind of hell not even the death of Roger could hope to spark. 

Rather than pushing the matter, he shrugs with an air of indifference. "I just find it funny, that's all." He chuckles, but his tone lacks any visible sense of comicalness. "You, one of the most notorious pirates to ever cross the East-Blue, disappeared for a decade to do what, exactly? Look after a simple-minded brat who talks shit about becoming King of the Pirates." 

He snaps his attention back to you and moves closer to the cage again, crouching on his knees to gaze up at you instead. "Sorry not sorry to burst that little bubble, but that title will belong to me. Once I get the map your stretchy little runt has hidden, I will find the One Piece. I will become King. I will be known, and I will be loved."

("You were loved,") a part of you wants to tell him. The part that still lingers in your shared past. ("You were always loved.")

But you keep your mouth shut.

He perceives your silence as a sign to continue. "You know, despite everything that happened, I'm opening my heart to forgiveness, for old times’ sake."

"Forgiveness?"

He smiles, but this one, you discover, is genuine. At least, in comparison to all the other ones he's flashed you beforehand. It's a lukewarm feeling, but familiar. You're almost tempted to reach through the bars and feel his cheeks, trace the edges of his lips, and smudge away the red make-up just to know if it is real or just a figment of your imagination. 

"If you convince Rubber-Boy to hand over that map of the Grand Line, I might consider opening a special spot in my crew, just for you. I know better than anyone what you're capable of. Hell, it'll be just like old times, like nothing ever changed. You and me, against the rest of the world."

Slowly, he reaches his hand up and towards you through the bars, palm open for you to take.

"Don't you miss it?" he whispers, wistfully. "I do. Save for the One Piece, it's been the one thing I've wanted more than anything else."

You blink, and a feeling settles over your chest. Not uncomfortable per se, but not kind either. Like being enveloped by a warm yet tight blanket, staving you off the cold but suffocating you all the same. 

Your dream. You remember your dream. The one you thought gone forever, now seemingly resurfacing from the depths in your heart where it initially drowned. To travel and explore the seas, the three of you by each other’s sides until the very end. That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Now, Buggy is opening up the possibility of that dream coming back to life again. 

You're tempted to take his hand, feel the warmth that once held you so openly when you were younger.

You raise your hand to him ever so slightly.

"Fuck, Rubber Boy can come too for all I care.” He proceeds to add. “He's a special case, and there's nothing I appreciate more than special ones." 

Your hand stops and promptly withdraws.

Buggy raises his eyebrows in shock, his fingers curling as they were about to grasp at yours only to find empty air. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" 

Luffy.

You shake your head. "He won't give up. He won't give up on his dream." 

"What, Rubber-Boy?" he scowls like the name itself tastes like bitter venom on his tongue. "He's just a stupid kid, he'll grow out of it. Once he sees that there's no way he would last in the Grand Line on his own, he'll get in line."

You take a deep breath, preparing for the confrontation that's about to come with your next words. "He won't, and no power or authority on this earth is ever going to be able to change that."

A flash of hurt crosses his facial features, only for a second, yet it feels like longer. Then, it stops, and all that's left is the same bitterness he showed that very day.

Snarling, Buggy pulls his hand back and gets back up on his feet. “I should’ve expected this. You never choose me!" he flares and pulls both his hands to his chest, gesturing to himself. "It's always someone els- Always someone fucking else. First Shanks, then this damn brat! Why?" He briefly pauses, as if weighing his next words. "What did they ever do that was so special that you decided to stick around for them that I didn't do?"

You’ve just about had enough of his self-pitying attitude. 

"I never 'chose' Shanks!" you hiss back at him. "It was never a choice. Why was I supposed to 'choose' anyone for that matter? What made you reach the conclusion that there had to be a choice at all?!"

He parts his jaws to answer with what you can only expect to be yet another sneer when the curtains behind him parts, and a member of the troupe enters. A dark-skinned man with a Mohawk of sorts, with filed teeth resembling a shark more than a man.

"Boss, the kid ain't saying nothin' about the map." The man ("Sharptooth", you decide to call him for now) says with a deep twinge of aggravation. "We're already at nearly thirty-damn-feet, and all the little shit does is fuckin' laugh at us."

Buggy does not even turn to address the man, his attention solely at you, but you can tell he's irritated by this interruption.

"Sharptooth" turns to you, having just realized you’re here. A sinister grin spreads along his cheeks, and he licks his upper teeth lecherously. "What do we do 'bout her? Is she up on the menu yet? I'm starvin'."

You crouch down, one hand positioned between your knees like a predator ready to lunge at the slightest movement. Truth be told, despite your reputation, killing someone has never been one of life's greatest joys for you, and it's been a while since you last committed a murder. However, the years have done little to weaken you, and you're not afraid to get your hands dirty if the situation demands it.

You'll be sure to let him know first-hand that if he dares to try anything.

"No," Buggy replies, voice void of any tangible emotions. "She'll snap your neck like a twig before you can get within a foot of her." He turns to face the disappointed performer, and before the latter knows it, a severed hand clamps around his throat and dangles him above the ground with what you can only expect to be a bruising grip. "I am, on the other hand, not limited by such proximity."

The man's face begins to pale as the blood flow to his brain is cut short, but the grip does not lessen at all.

Buggy speaks like he’s having a normal conversation. "She stays here, and no one, and I mean no one, is going to touch her. Understood?" His soft say leaves no room for opposition.

You watch as "Sharptooth" struggles to form a coherent sentence as he desperately clings to the hand keeping him afloat. "Y-Yes si— Yes, Captain. W-We won't!"

With a bored swish, the hand shoves the performer back a good two feet, where he crashes to the ground and clutches his neck in search of air.

"Splendid!" Buggy attaches his wrist back and claps his hands together, his Show Man act replenished. "Now, be sure to tell the others of that little fact, and while you're at it,—" he draws his palms away from one another in a straight motion. "Add another five feet."

The crew member wastes no time shuffling from the ground and all but books it out of there.

Buggy heaves a deep and dramatic sigh, exaggeratedly slumping his shoulders, and swings back to you again.

"Supporting casts, am I right?"

You don't bother with a reply.

He takes this with a lackadaisical shrug. "Now, as much as I'd like to continue this intriguing, little tête-à-tête, I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. The show must go on, but I’ll come back before you know it."

It doesn't matter when he'll be back. You don't plan on waiting for him. You've already waited twenty long years, and as your temper simmers evenly under your skin, you intend to get one thing across.

"Just remember this, Buggy," 

You lean against the bars, pressed so tightly that it feels like your body is about to push through the narrow gaps. "If you do anything to the kid, anything at all, and you can consider our past six feet under. I'll come after you, and when I'm finished,—"

Fist clenched; you deliver a solid strike to the bar that rattles throughout the room to the point where it feels like even the ground is quacking from the force. Buggy jumps a few steps back in retreat, and when he looks up again, his breath halts. 

Where there was once a straight bar keeping you contained, there's now a prominent curve pointing out towards him. Not nearly large enough for you to squeeze through, but it's there, nonetheless.

When you lower your fist, knuckles red but intact, you finish your warning. "— Not even your Devil-Fruit powers will manage to keep you intact."

His eyes flicker between you and the now-deformed iron bar. Unexpectedly, he only stares, neither returning a threat nor even a joke to ease the tension. He doesn’t say anything at all, and the absence of words leaves nothing up to interpretation.

Buggy knows better than anyone that you don't make half-assed threats. Never you. Once you’ve set your eyes on a target, you don’t rest. He recalls the look of pure bloodlust in your eyes from back when you were young. It was neither cruel nor sadistic, but it felt cold to witness. Ice incarnate. 

A predator just following its prime instincts.

Whenever someone posed a problem to either you or your crew mates, you would counter it with a threat. It didn't matter how bold-faced it sounded, you always made sure to see it through. 

As a teenager, he begrudgingly thought that it was hot as hell. You were. Watching the way your eyes would almost glower as you made good on your promises, it did things to him.

Now, even when he's on the receiving end of it, it still does.

He can't deny that the feeling hasn't diminished. For what it’s worth, it means that you’ll keep your focus on him. He’ll have your eyes, all for his own now. Those very eyes, always so sleek and ready to cut and by God, he realizes at that moment just how fucking much he’s missed them.

How much he’s missed you.

“Well,” he says as he makes his way to the exit. “I guess I’ll see you in the front row.”

[normal-nightmare]

It's me again and please keep yapping this is the tasty content I come here for. lol I've been sitting here a while (longer than is polite) trying to form a proper response to my previous ask cause it was literally everything! I wish I could be half as eloquent instead of just yelling XD

like there are so many things that draw me to these two, and ngl it definitely started with the whole pseudo-incest vibe but they really are so complex and you really hit the nail with this:

Just... they're so complicated and it sucks that people don't wanna explore that because of the preconceived notion that they're brothers, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, legally they are, but they don't... act like it? They didn't grow up together, they weren't very close before Jason died, and they only recently started getting properly close. Jason also has his crush thing going on (seriously, how else am I supposed to interpret RHATO v2 annual 1??)

Look I will forever maintain Dick was Jason’s gay awakening and that boy has been in love with Dick since he was what 12? 15? Also the way you described their relationship to each other was so delicious and alterous is such a great term for them.

I feel like jaydick becoming canon one day would be a natural progression of their relationship. Especially since they seem to be getting paired up as a duo more often. Readers love them, comic artists and writers like them too- i feel like jaydick actually happening one day wouldn't be extremely surprising.

THISTHISTHIS!!! I hope this does happen.🙏

Also re: dickbabs and not making certain characters bisexual I feel that on such a spiritual level. Like I’m sorry but both Jason and Dick read as queer to me? Idk how to describe it. Which is why I love the little touch of bi Dick in Gotham Knights.

Also speaking of Gotham Knights, I finally finished it and holy fuck what the fuck? One of my few complaints is that I wish it was longer. I need GK2: electric boogaloo but this time with a Poison Ivy case file because reasons. I adored every interaction Dick and Jason had, from the emails to the flirting in front of everyone’s salad, plus how they were almost always near each other? (also Jason looked so good in that post credit scene in the Batcave I choose to believe every time he wears it, Dick can’t keep his hands to himself 🫣)

ALSO

I genuinely feel like the writers were intending for jaydick to happen in a DLC given how much setup there is.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this? I want to yell about this game so much. I wish I had someone to play co-op with me so I could see some of those Jaydick interactions too 😞

GOD honestly i have a million thoughts on Dick and Jason's relationship in Gotham Knights?? Because what the HELL is going on in that game!!!

It utterly BAFFLES me when other people read their interactions (Belfry, cutscenes, whatever) as brotherly/familial bc like... if you're interacting with your family like that I'm so concerned?? Bc they're gay as hell!! They flirt the ENTIRE GAME. Like... it's ridiculous how in-your-face they are about it. It's not even gay subtext anymore, it's just... text. Saying they're not gay in Gotham Knights is like saying Jayce and Viktor were 'just brothers' in Arcane to me LMFAO.

Like... the rooftop scene for one reads as really BAD flirting on Dicks part. It doesn't feel like he's being deliberately silly to cheer up Jason until he fakes falling over the edge, THEN he's properly silly. The entire scene otherwise, he's just... being really bad at flirting? And it's funnier that both that and then him being silly actually kinda WORKS on Jason. He laughs (laughs!!), relents and let's Dick sit next to him! It's so, so cute!!

And then the little interaction where Dick says that the Belfry needs a cat, and then Jason suddenly flirts with him?? Like the line "Listen, Grayson, if you're scared of some mouse you saw scurrying, I'll keep you safe." Is ABSOLUTELY flirting, and this is only supported by A) the tone Jason has and B) the way Dick stutters and stumbles over his words afterwards. Like, Dick is AUDIBLY flustered and surprised by this. He tries sooo hard to keep it cool but that boys BLUSHING.

And then there's the tension in some scenes?? When they argue in the beginning and when Dick puts a hand on Jason's wrist (after Jason jokes about making Tim a fake ID), and kind of the scene where Jasons mad, and he's sparring with Dick and Dick catches his fist and says "Easy, Tiger." Like.... the tension in these scenes goes crazy?? The physical closeness, the eye contact, the brief silence, calling Jason tiger?? Like I CANNOT be crazy thinking that there's at least a LITTLE sexual tension in these moments. Juuuust a little 🤏

And like! Yeah you're 100% on them being so physically close most of the game. It's hard to find scenes where they AREN'T standing right by each other. And their stories focus a lot on each other!! At least Dicks story focuses a lot on Jason! Like... a LOT, it's 90% Dicks story 😭

And the like,, nicknames. Dick calls Jason things like Big Guy, swole, and Miracules throughout the game, like, consistently. He points out Jason's size and strength a lot?? (His size and strength kink is so blatantly obvious, good lord this man is horny LMAO. I don't blame him though... 👀) and then Jason mainly calls him Grayson, but when he's being vulnerable he calls him Dick? Which is so cute?!

And a cute little detail is how angry Dick gets on Jason's behalf when Talia says they should be grateful she brought Jason back even though she took away his autonomy and used him. Like, Dick is PISSED! Lowkey he's so ready to throw hands right there.

And i think one of my favorite interactions is when Dick chooses to take Jason to a circus that's in town. Like! He's literally asking Jason out on a DATE. And it's the cutest thing ever?! Jason is surprised and it's just... it's so sweet.

And in general they have the sweetest interactions and emails. It's adorable how they kinda talk about Tim like they're proud parents, and it's also cute how they kinda bicker over the perfect sandwiches cause they sound like a married couple loll.

Just!! Auuggghhhh they're so CUTE in Gotham Knights! There's a mountain of setup there for a romantic relationship. It's very in your face, and honestly impossible to ignore if you have ears and eyes. I'm sure there's more i'm missing or just haven't mentioned, but it's so blatant it feels like it couldn't have been on accident.

Just... it's so cute, I'll never get over it 😭

[foolsocracy]

going to be so annoying in anon right now bc im ashamed of my nerdiness. /j or whatever. so uh, hi! been obsessed with your noir stuff for probably over a year now and i finallt finished reading the comics- yes ik. it took me a while. motivation and all that jazz.

i feel like i have his personality down (i want to write for him- fic or just essay shit or rp, idk— and also just want to get him.) but honestly personality is such a difficult thinf for me to get beyond pure vibes. my general consensus is obviously the anger issues and passion, obsessive tendencies, and care and love that peter often has to balance with his “i cant let myself be close to people because theyre gonna die” vibes and him trying to convince himself and others hes a lone wolf.

im tied up a lot with him masking- because its canon (beyond the pun, even), like when he says he practiced lines and the like. its heavily implied (if not outright said, my memory is spotty and im running off no sleep rn lol, sorry if im wrong) that a lot of his behaviors as the spider-man are based off him trying to be adult like and forcinf himself to grow up and out of a lot of the softness that he’s even shown to have in the beginning of vol1. and while i do think the bitterness and anger and the like are genuine parts of his personality, they also lowkey come from him putting on airs to repress a lot of the fear and hurt and loss he’s suffered… idk. and like, he is noir in and out of the mask (at least after everything in ewoaf) but hes still… that identity he has… its jaded and hurt and repressed and lowkey masking to some degree, still. idk!!! all my opinion, but i’m finding it very hard to balance the aspects of his personality and what is just him and what is airs he’s putting on.

anyway, sorry for the ramble!! basically, tldr; what are your thoughts on peter’s personality, like how you would describe it ig, with and without the mask?

It’s been so long since I’ve flexed these muscles. Let’s get into it. And also im not the best at completely discerning and writing out personalities either but if we all come together I think we could do it. Socratic seminar style

Okay first off I agree w everything you’ve said already. And honestly there’s nothing wrong with working off vibes!! Vibes are a solid foundation and flexible enough to account for the irrational, impulsive teenager that Pete can be.

The anger issues are a give in not just for this Pete but any Peter Parker really. But the world and life that Pete has found himself in are so cruel and taxing and unfair that it’s dialed all the way up to 11. So much of that has to do with agency as a young person in a corrupt city. Even without all the noir 30s shit, being young is hard and frustrating because of the lack of control over yourself and your situation. It’s like when you’re restrained and your body kinda buzzes until you can explode and get yourself out. It’s like that but.. personality wise? And also just like the simple state of the body in the 30s and how that affects mood and disposition. Exhausted, cold, hungry—-and then after the bite, alien, dangerous, othering.

I think this ties into his passion and obsessive tendencies too. He needs to do something. Everyday either feels stagnant or worse so he locks in on this drive to change anything. This is also totally helped by the fact that he was raised by Aunt May and Uncle Ben, who are incredibly incredibly driven and outspoken, so much so that Ben was killed for it. And I like to think that he’s kicked it into high gear to keep Ben alive in a sense. He’s trying to keep up with what he thinks Ben would have believed. Which of course, he doesn’t always understand…

Peter is, for all intents and purposes, explicitly said to be naive by Urich. Issue 1, Urich is already like damn this kid is going to burn himself out because he doesn’t know any better. And he’s not wrong! But I think his naivety goes even deeper than that, where he’s even just not completely comprehending what Uncle Ben stood for. I think this is most notable in his choice of costume—or should I say uniform (and also the Frankenstein stuff but that’s way too much to explain for this)?

He’s literally dressed in his uncle’s WWI helmet, trench, and is using his gun. The uniform that was hidden away in a trunk, I think? There’s a lot that can be said about him dressing himself in wartime gear, but that’s for another time. But WWI, that was famously so violent and unprecedented and horrifying, that had soldiers coming home with awful PTSD? And not to mention that socialists don’t like war? Come on Pete, there are connections your neurons need be synapsing here. It’s such a teenager thing for him to do. Here’s why MY fight is good, and the other ones are bad. And that’s another thing—-the kid is righteous in a way that boarders (or completely bleeds into, depending on the situation) haughtiness. One of my personal favorite ways to portray this lack of awareness is to make all his feelings psychosomatic. Can’t reflect if you’re just feeling it instead of thinking!

And you mention that he’s the spider in and out of the mask, which I also agree with. That’s why he’s so infuriating to figure out cause it’s like where does the kid stop and the vigilante begin, but I think that’s a lot of what makes up who he is. But yeah, where he mentions he practices lines to make himself come off as more intimidating, more grown, shows that there is some differences in how he portrays himself, but it’s not necessarily the case that his personality is different. The moment that really exemplifies is this when he says a cool line, it doesn’t get him into that speakeasy, and he thinks ‘that usually works in the movies.’ COME ONNN that’s a kid under there! He’s playing at what he thinks an adult is.

This idea of him sort of putting on a show of what he thinks is grown would be where the Felicia relationship could have fit if anyone had bothered to treat it with the gravity it needed to be handled with. The first time Felicia makes a move he’s visibly uncomfortable, but this kind of relationship continues and he appears to be a more willing participant because this is what adults do. It’s fucked up but it’s noir and everything’s shitty. There’s narrative purpose to it.

I think for balancing his disposition in and out of the mask, a big player is how consciously he’s putting up a front. There is totally a level of subconscious repression just day-to-day because of the horrifying things he’s witnessed. It’s not safe to be vulnerable. And we know there’s something under all that anger! He loves physics, he wants to go to college, he can joke and laugh with Robbie, we’ve seen him get comfortable and smile around Urich. It’s just that anger is his emotional outlet. It’s an appropriate emotion to portray that won’t make him any more vulnerable than he already is. He cares so deeply about people and his community and it infuriates him that everyone is living the way they are—uncertain and despairing and powerless. These are constants in and out of the mask. It’s just that adding the mask means he is now trying to put on a persona, in a way. A kinda shitty one, until post ewaf where he’s just crushed emotionally. There’s a progression on how dependent he allows himself to be over the course of the two volumes, but talking about that’s just gonna make this reply even longer lol

Okay this is such a long winded ramble and now that im here im not even sure I hit every point you brought up. But that’s okay because this can be an open conversation 💪

I hope this is somewhat helpful? I get kinda nervous writing this out in case it seems like it isn’t true to canon LMAO. I spend so much time thinking about him w personal head canons and way-too-deep blink-and-you-miss-it analysis that im not sure how much I diverge from the comics LOLL

[magpod-confessions]

I don’t even know what it is about Martin, but I absolutely hate his guts. Like there’s nothing he’s explicitly done to warrant my hatred, but his vibes are just rancid.

He plays dumb and makes other people sympathize with him. He’s all like “I’m sorry 🥺👉👈 I’m trying my best, I just want to make you proud” you’re a grown man, stop acting so incompetent, don’t play the victim for normal criticism from your manager. (And yes, I’m talking about Jon. There is no way Jon decided to use Martin as his punching bag and yelled at him all the time, was he likely harsher than necessary? Probably, he was probably kinda rude and passive aggressive, but he definitely didn’t yell at Martin. You can tell how surprised Martin was when Jon yelled at him about Trevor Herbert, that was likely the first time Jon ever raised his voice at him.)

And here’s the thing, I feel like I should like him, I grew up having to be a caretaker for my mother, so I feel like I should be able to relate or understand him, but I just… don’t. In theory I can understand that Martin is manipulative because he had to be to his mother, I can understand that, but in practice, I cannot sympathize with him at all, and just kinda hate him.

Also he just feels very ableist to me, he gives off the impression of someone who always knows what’s best, would tell someone with depression to try not being sad, would tell a disabled person that they’re just not try hard enough, will always play the victim, especially if the other person is “mentally unstable” or something. (He’d be one of those caregivers that constantly demeans his patient, but everyone would call him so “strong” and “supportive” for dealing with them)

I always hate the interpretation of Martin that he’d be so great and caring and understanding to Jon, as if he wouldn’t 100% just tell Jon he’s not trying hard enough. I mean that’s half of season 5, just Martin telling Jon he’s not trying enough, not trying to help enough, not trying to be happy enough, not trying to be human enough. I’m pretty sure there’s not a single time that Martin tries to understand Jon and where he’s coming from. He’ll try to force Jon to say what he’s feeling, but he never actually cares to understand.

If Martin wasn’t doing his weird Lonely arc thing in season 4 he would have been right there beside Melanie and Basira telling Jon that “actually, all you have to do to overcome addiction is to stop being addicted. It’s not that hard.”

Anyways, sorry for such a long rant, also to be clear, it’s not as if I just sit around and gnash my teeth thinking about how much I hate him, I just wanted to get this off my chest. If you enjoy Martin as a character more power to you, I just can’t stand the guy.

If you want🗣️

YEA I DEF GET THIS Oh my god ok I. I like him. He fascinates me. He is a fucking cunt whos very bad at understanding how other ppl feel and thinks he knows best and this is SHOWN in s5. I like him a lot but goddamn he has FLAWS. SO MANY GOOD GOD. The fandom ignores it and it pisses me off so much bc theyre all so quick to make georgie jons horrible ex who didnt understand him for some reason WHEN NOTHING IN CANON SHOWS THAT BUT EVERYTHING SHOWS THAT MARTIN EASILY COULD FILL THAT ROLE. Sry anyways this is a frequent annoyance lol - rosette

[m3lin03]

Shape of the unknown pt.1

other parts: 1 2 3

Hi!! First, I want to say that (disclaimer) I’ve never written before, more so a fanfic. Also english is not my first language, so I may have some mistakes. Second, this is a work that doesn’t really respect everything that is canon (some things yes, others not so much) .

Sylus x reader (not MC), MC is also present though

Warnings: kinda angst, kinda fluff, suggestive, a little bit of stalking ig??

(written on artemas - how could you love someone like me, if you want the whole vibe I had writing this :) )

Tarus was the place for many kinds of people: thieves, traitors, murderers, so on and so forth. That doesn’t mean that everyone was a criminal, most people were just poor, therefore vulnerable.

You knew very well what it meant being vulnerable, used for transactions as if your life or death meant nothing more than a few coins. First years of your life were spent being a slave until one day a woman appeared before you. She was the epitome of beauty and calm. Her eyes scanned through the lines of slaves until they fixed on you. It might have been fate, might have been pure luck, but she took you under her care. This way Tarus became your home.

The woman was the Oracle of Tarus, teaching everything she knew: astrology, science, art and healing arts. However, the one thing that was not taught to you, a natural talent that brought her to become your protector and teacher: the gift of understanding what there was not to see and knowing what was to come.

The Temple of the Oracle was the only place where Tarus people would trust to be safe and taken care for. Sometimes you would see some that had a skin too clean, without the blemishes caused by the burning sun, lack of food and numerous fights. Their poor clothes looked too intentional. Those were aristocrats that hoped to get answers for their dilemmas, own diseases or to try and buy an oracle for themselves. They were usually welcome as the money from them played an important part in helping those who needed it.

Then the time came, yours became the title of Oracle.

Sylus didn’t care in the beginning about the new novice, even though he saw her many times. He had a strong bond with the precedent Oracle. When it was the time he promised to keep protecting the Temple and help the new priestess, if needed. He offered most of the funding, believe it or not.

With time, he got maybe even closer to you than anyone else before. Even though the veil you wore as a custom that marked you as a woman of the Temple, didn’t completely hide your face behind it, it’s soft opacity didn’t allow them to be clear – which sometimes, in the beginning at least, stirred something in him as he couldn’t read your reactions, nor feelings.

Sylus would request quite often for you to spend the evenings at his cave. Time would go flying as you two would chat on different subjects. Your presence was much appreciated by him, giving him an almost sense of peace.

Eventually, the visits didn’t happen so often. Your duty calls, as he did not. No-one needed to tell you why, as dreams came months before to whisper of the future and as objective and cold as you tried to be, your veins felt like they burned of anger?... sadness? broken heart? Maybe all of them? Needless to say, it’s no surprise when one afternoon your presence is requested to his cave. But you know it’s not him, but her.

The dark mauve veils that your dress was made of flowed like liquid around you. A headband made of woven metal kept in place the veil of your head, making you feel heavier than you already felt. Breathing was a hassle. Once you entered the cave, long silver locks welcome your eyes. A pair of blood red eyes welcome yours, but they were not his, your heart’s restless desire. The Sorceress’s lips form a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. As beautiful as she was, you could swear she could at any time start hissing like a viper.

“You called for me” rolls of your tongue in a calm tone.

“I did. I have a question”, her voice is beautiful too, has something upbeat to it.

It is easily noticed that Sylus is not here. For sure she is in no way a stranger to your closeness to the dragon, which means that you can easily be called a foe. It's quite plausible that she would want to talk to you alone.

“It is said that your words ring only truth - “

“My words are the truth for a moment and a place, as future obeys no rules. Ask me a question and I might give you the best I can in the moment” the words fall from your mouth, trying to control your tone, not knowing if you succeed or not.

“Then tell me what you see in my future” she proceeds, getting close to you. So close that you feel her breath on your face.

You do not really know what game she plays at. As you close your eyes for moments, images start flowing from your dreams, others new appear, morphing into timelines and possibilities and most of them leave you choking on air. Your head starts spinning and a sheer layer of sweat appears on your skin.

“War is in your mind, leaving your hands dirty in blood that you can’t wipe off. Eons may come and go and blood will still be pouring, as it’s spoils your heart and the gem that you so much want will be forsaken in the thick, red liquid”, escapes out of your mouth almost unwillingly.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a second then she doesn’t even care to tell anything more, a sign it was time to return. As the thoughts of her stare, your mind seeks an answer for why must she do this. Why try and find out the future if she knows already what will happen? Why talk to you? Does the Sorceress want to be sure you won’t interfere?

Little did you know, another pair of ruby eyes follow you coming out of the cave. He heard your words. Sylus notices how your steps are hurried, breathing heavy, hands trembling. Something coils around his heart almost painful. The voice in which you delivered your prophecy, was not something he was used to. He thought how he wanted to see your face clear, look deep in your eyes and find out answers for his unasked questions. Sylus’s mind wanders to you in so many ways. At first he wanted to keep you close as it was no lie that the ability you possessed was much more cultivated than anyone’s. The ability to shape the unkown in different timelines, from the least to most possible and see time like a living and breathing creature was nothing short of breathtaking. Just as you.

In the end, in the middle of the night, something pulls him to the Temple. What he didn’t expect was finding you bathing in plants with such alluring smell that his eyes closed for a few moments. However, he opens them as curiosity peaks in his chest. Your eyes shine so beautiful, even more than the jewels in his cave. Your hair is sleek on your head and back from being wet. Your skin looks so soft and delicate. Sylus can’t move. In his head, he knows it’s not right, he should leave, at least wait for you to be done… but hidden behind one of the drapes that decorate your room, the urge to watch is more powerful.

His mind becomes preoccupied by thoughts of touching the skin, hair, looking at your eyes up close.

As you are too caught up in some inner monologue, a dragon awaits a miracle to move away or closer.

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[anntejinia]

Destiel egg!mpreg au but instead of the old fashioned way, it's Cas's grace undergoing mitosis amoeba style and slowly splitting off from him to form a new angel (because that's just how new angels are made here) but this has never happened to Castiel before, and hasn't happened since he himself was created, so team free will has no idea wtf is happening to him and why he's just so tired and sick and hungry all the time these days. Their resident angel is dying, they think, and there's nothing they can do to help him

additional thoughts below

Eventually an older angle (an ally to Da Boys) shows up, dealers choice, and is just like "yooo it's your turn man thats wiillddd, we gotta get you up to heaven like stat tho" and team free will is just "??? no ???" I have no idea at what point in the show this takes place (if it takes place within canon at all) but just know Cas is on the no fly list for heaven so he can't do that, and new angel's like "an angel's never split within a vessel before, I have no idea what this is going to do to you or the fledgling, and besides, you really need to get up to The Garden to lay this egg so it can mature properly" and team free will is "???????" even more now because egg?? garden?? what??

when an angels' grace splits, the new grace is sealed within an egg like casing for a while as it mutates into it's own form, and is kept safe in God's garden where it will then hatch and quickly develop into an "adult" angel and sever all ties to its host/parent. All angels, regardless of "parentage" refer to each other as brother or sister or what have you, and God is always their father, that's just the way it's always worked. But now you've got Cas, who's grace has decided it's Time, but is unable to access heaven without being detained and is stuck on earth in a vessel, and literally no one knows how to handle the situation

and so when the time comes for the egg to manifest, it just kinda starts,,, growing inside him, like a tumor, and now Cas is like Really going through it, but other angel (who has stuck around out of abject curiosity) seems fairly confident that once the egg has finished growing, it can more or less be safely removed from Cas. yada yada about a month later that happens and now Cas has this egg to look after, and though Cas the angel would feel no paternal feelings towards this egg, Cas the angel living in the human body does, it's a bizarre dichotomy of feelings inside him.

He takes looking after his egg very seriously, and oddly enough, Dean (because this is still a Destiel au) has also taken an interest in keeping the egg safe

(it's a piece of Castiel's grace that's split off, and Castiel is kind, and devoted and earnest, how could this that has come from him be anything but that as well?)

the egg is fairly reactive, and seems to give off vibes that it can understand the people around it, when they touch or speak to it, and it has a tendency to glow ever so slightly when it seems to be in a good mood, which is often

so you have destiel co-parenting this egg for the next four months or so, along with some mild assistance from Sam and whoever else happens to be around with them at the time, until it's time for it to hatch, and this is the real kicker, because what's going to happen now? what will it hatch into? what are the repercussions of not having been matured in The Garden? of being raised with "parents"? will whatever comes out of it feel anything towards castiel at all or will it forget it's parent like all angels do?

so yeah this is the au I've been rotating in my brain for the last three days but won't do anything with, just needed to exorcise it from my body lmao

[bucksboobs]

Poseygste?

I was there Gandalf… 3,000 years ago.

Basically once upon a time there was a lil show called Teen Wolf on MTV and that show had a weirdly popular crack ship called Sterek (Mieczysław “Stiles”Stilinski/Derek Hale) it dominated the fandom at the time as the One True Pairing of the fandom kinda just based on vibes at first but the show did start throwing out teases near the end of season 2. In 2013, they were the runner-up pairing just behind Destiel in the AfterElton.com (now called The Backlot) Slash Madness Tournament, beating out several canon ships at the time.

Basically the fandom culture has gotten to the point where it was kind of assumed if you were a fan of Teen Wolf you were a fan of Sterek and if you weren’t well something was wrong with you (kind of like 911 and Buddie pre-s7). So, naturally, as MTV was pretty plugged into fandom culture at the time, they would often approve Sterek related questions for interviews. This got to the point were actors that had nothing to do with the ship were being asked about this ship that had next to no canon material outside mostly violent interactions (remember this is post season 2 pre season 3 timeframe) where for example Derek, a 20 something with supernatural powers, smashed Stiles, a 16 year old with no powers, head into a steering wheel. Anyway the main character of Teen Wolf, believe it or not, is neither of these two but in fact one Scott McCall played by Tyler Garcia Posey. So one can imagine Posey’s understandable frustration with being asked multiple times about a ship that was manufactured by fandom and almost completely irrelevant to the actual show.

Cut to the pre-promotion for season 3 and one of the first and only questions an interviewer asks Posey, the star of the show, is about Sterek. Not about the season ahead, not about Scott’s character arc this season, about a fanon ship his character is not even a part of. He answers “Sterek is this weird, bizarre twisted phenomenon and I think anyone who watches the show solely for that is not watching for the right reasons.” The fandom got really really mad because 1) he shat on the most popular ship of the fandom and 2) he did so with some words that some people interpreted as homophobic (personally I disagreed at the time and disagree to this day that he meant it homophobically— in fact he would later come out as bi/pan)

This catalyzed a divide in fandom as Stereks relentlessly attack Posey and his character in ways that weren’t always justified and other people, later dubbed The Scott McCall Defense Squad defended Posey’s words as being about Sterek as a phenomenon not as a ship, in which case he was right that Sterek was kind of weird in that it sprang up as the main ship when Scott and Stiles had a pretty codependent relationship, and Danny Mahealani was canonically gay and the show had twice teased the idea of Scott and Danny as a couple by this point (funnily enough both times by their lacrosse coach). The whole situation was looked back at as “Poseygate” and was a formative moment in shaping Teen Wolf fandom.

TL;DR: Poseygate was when Tyler Posey insulted Sterek, a popular ship in his show.

[denkilightning]

r u gonna share the "jay raised on chens island" au or am i gonna have to beat it outta you/silly

AIGHT

this started off from my theory/au that clouse and libber were besties and that thanks to clouse at libbers request she disappeared (to the cursed realm or to the madness, which is another crack theory/au i have)

so in my interpretation/imagination libber left baby jay herself at the junkyard and then got herself MIA'd

but what if she first got herself MIA'd and entrusted Clouse to keep her kid hidden from other elemental masters?? and what if clouse just kept the kid to himself?? on chen's island??

but all of the au itself got inspired from 'the search for zane' book where jay gets everyone to dress up as kabuki

this is a concept art from this i did a long long time ago

so now it can go a few ways

a) nothing much changes cus jay just regularly goes out into the world, except for additional drama thats revealed in season 4 cus clouse Did Not Like Jay Joining Wu

a.2) jay ran away from there which again Additional Drama

b) a lot changes in the team makeup as jay doesnt join so idk maybe lloyd joins sooner as the green ninja that mostly uses lightning since him using other elements was his thing And he did learn lightning control first in canon Or nya joins sooner as a water ninja. and everyone kinda hates each other and the team vibe is totally different since jay isnt there

and garmadon would be pissed at clouse for hiding libbers baby from him (as i headcanon it was garmadon who actually brought Lib to the side of the elemental alliance)

but all of that means skylor+jay raised as siblings + jay having a pet snake

as i said its just an idea id have to expand on what to do with it but i really like it!! i think itd expand really well and punch up on jay being connected to islands (the keepers' one) AND later tournament of the sources