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cybrasigilism · 3 days ago

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I would die if you wrote an nsfw fic about Namgyu x reader 😭😭😭 like what if he’s your toxic ex or you guys just hate each other and it grows into an attraction… I love your writing so much btw!!

IFHY (Player 124/Nam-gyu x Reader)

character: nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: there needs to be a larger selection of GIFs for 124 man, i can’t find any ones of him NOT being in the background its unfortunate. hope y’all enjoy as always, i found this one sort of challenging to write, it’s definitely out of my comfort zone but i still had fun!

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised

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toleration.

that was the one thing keeping you going in these new, uncertain circumstances of yours. as long as you laid low, didn’t complain, and simply tolerated your new life then maybe, things wouldn’t be so bad.

that seems easy, except for the fact that there was one thing, rather one person, you just could not tolerate. and that was player 124.

sure, the crowd he stuck to was overall quite obnoxious, but for some reason 124 in particular really got under your skin. first off, you didn’t like how he and his purple-haired crackhead friend would always pick on that player 333. sure, he may have scammed lots of people out of their money, but surely those idiots had bigger things to focus on over being petty nuisances.

secondly? the way he would stare at you with such hate for no good reason. you assumed it was probably due to the fact that you constantly voted X, even though you both knew it didn’t make much of a difference. it didn’t bother you that he hated you, seeing as the feeling was more than mutual, but you just wish he would focus his stare somewhere else.

and lastly, every single thing about him and his mannerisms just pissed. you. off. his whole smug demeanour really made you want to land a punch square between his eyes, but you figured he might actually be into that since he clearly had a death wish, seeing as how he always picked the O side of the vote. you were convinced that had it not been for his tweaker of a leader, he would have died a long time ago. to be honest, you wished he had.

that’s why, when he grabbed you by the sleeve and yanked you into a room for the mingle game, you were completely stunned. you would have figured 124 would have left you for dead, hell, you would have expected him to purposely knock you to the ground. maybe it was the adrenaline that made him grab you, maybe it was that he actually… wanted to save you? no, couldn’t have been.

unless..?

“what the hell did you do that for?” you asked, out of breath. he furrowed his brows, looking down on you with that usual stare. “well?” you continued, louder this time. he let out a chuckle before taking a glance out at all the unlucky players who couldn’t find groups.

“what’s so funny?” you questioned, steadying yourself against the wall. he looked back at you, with that shit eating smirk that you hated so much. “i just didn’t realize that you wanted to die that badly.” his response took you aback, a sour expression appearing on your face.

“oh, i suppose i should thank you for yanking me by the arm like that then?” you huffed, rolling your shoulder as you adjusted your sleeve. he approached you, and you suddenly felt the urge to swallow the saliva you just became alarmingly aware of. “you don’t have to thank me now..” he started, looking you up and down in such a way that made your cheeks grow warmer. “you can just pay me back later.”

just then, the doors unlocked, and player 124 was more than happy to swing it open and head back to his little group, not without looking back at you with a sly wink. you stayed stood in the room for a brief moment, still leaned against the wall, trying to process why your cheeks felt so hot all of a sudden.

oh god, you weren’t… catching feelings for 124, were you?

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it was lights out when you started thinking about your guys’s brief mingle room interaction. you still couldn’t wrap your mind around what you were feeling, but now you found yourself squeezing your legs together as you thought more and more about player 124. you couldn’t believe this, you didn’t even know this assholes name, and now he’s got you all hot and bothered like this?

you knew what you had to do, and you were not proud of it.

after about 5 solid minutes of convincing the circle-masked guard to allow you access to the bathroom, you quickly secured yourself in a stall. “i can’t believe i’m actually doing this right now.” was all you could think as you pulled your pants around your knees, along with your underwear, and slid your hand between your thighs. you had hoped no one could hear as you began to moan softly, just as your thoughts spiralled about player 124, and the tension between you two in the little mingle room; how much you wished he would have taken you right there, inside that cramped space. you felt yourself approaching the edge when you heard something that made your heart stop.

his voice. his voice?

something inside you prayed to god that somehow your imagination had just been that good, but you heard him again, calling out your number from just beyond the stall door. you were too petrified to say, think, even do anything. but of course, he pulled the door open and there you were, hand between your thighs with the single most horrified expression painted on your face.

“wow, couldn’t even wait for me, huh?” he mocked, his gaze fixated between your legs. “what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?!” you whisper-shouted, so as to not alert the guards. he laughed, and you don’t know how or why but that did something to you, as if your fingers currently on your clit were helping matters at all.

“pervert? i’d say you’re the perverse one, seeing how you were just jacking off in the public bathrooms. are you that much of a slut that you can’t keep your hands outta your pants for more than a night?” his degrading was not easing things, matter of fact it was only turning you on, and you were sure he knew that. you started to pull your hand away, and he shut the two of you inside the confined stall.

“what do you think you’re doing?” 124 asked, now on his knees so you had to meet his gaze. “i was just-“ you started, before being quickly interrupted by him grabbing your now exposed hand. “stopping?” he finished your sentence for you, cocking his head to the side with the same wide eyed faux-curious expression you’re sure you’ve seen him give others in the games. “don’t you dare stop on my account.” you tried to avoid eye contact, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “i can’t do it.. not in front of you.” your response felt totally out of character for yourself, and 124 totally called bullshit then and there. “fine, then i guess i’ll just have to help you then won’t i?” his boldness shouldn’t have shocked you, and you don’t think it did. you barely had tome to wrap your head around the fact that he now had slithered his own hand between your legs before-

“oh my god.” was drawn from your lips as he slid his fingers up your slick folds, brushing against your clit as he rubbed up at down your pussy. “holy shit, i’ve hardly done anything and you’re already soaked.” he exclaimed smuggly, earning an attempted glare from you. “oh please, don’t take all the credit.” you scoffed, using every bit of willpower you could muster to ensure you didn’t moan, god forbid. “i think i can,” he chuckled, continuing what would be the beginning of his assault on your nerves, “seeing as you know you got this fucking wet thinking of me.” when you least expected it, he pushed not one, but two fingers into your cunt. at this point you saw stars, feeling yourself clench around him so soon you felt as though you should be ashamed of yourself, but you didn’t care.

“shit, already so tight for me, huh?” you could tell through 124’s tone than he was totally turned on by this, by how horny he made you. “if i had known you’d be this easy, i would have done this a while ago.” normally you would be completely offended by his words, but when he started circling your clit with his thumb you really couldn’t bring yourself to mind at all. “p-please…i need to..” you could barely get your words out through your moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t understand you. “need ta’ cum, so bad-“

“oh yeah? you need it?” he taunted, only increasing his pace as he pumped his fingers knuckle-deep inside your throbbing pussy. “i don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” he stopped suddenly. you cried out at the abrupt loss of friction as he released his fingers from your firm grip. he took in the sight of how desperate you were as he lowered his pants, ordering you to free up your seat, to which you were shocked you could even stand at this point. “if you need to cum so bad, why don’t you show me that you deserve it.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you over to him. you couldn’t process what situation you were in just now. one minute you were convinced you hated the guy, and now your pussy was inches away from his dick? you can’t say you minded your predicament, you were just terribly shocked.

“why the hesitation? didn’t you say you needed to cum?” the return of the mocking tone was not lost on you, and you could feel yourself begin to shake. not out of fear, but out of pure anticipation. “i’m sorry, i just…” you began, before he grabbed you hips and pulled you down onto his lap, the both of you gasping at the abrupt feeling of pure ecstasy. “holy shit!” you cried out, gripping onto the walls of the stall as 124 began to bounce you on his cock. it’s almost as though he was setting the pace for what he wanted you to do, and you quickly caught on, sliding up and down his dick as his grip on your hips hardened.

“god you’re such a pathetic little whore,” he said through gritted teeth, slapping your ass while you rode him, earning a hearty moan from your lips. “oh, yeah? you like getting slapped like the little cockslut you are?” “y-es! oh fuck, oh fuck.” it was as if you were in a trance, telling him anything he wanted to hear. “yeah? imma need to hear you say it.” he teased, you could still feel him controlling your every move through the grasp he had on your hips. you tell him exactly what he wants. “i..i’m your..” you moan senselessly “your little cockslut-“

“fuck yeah, at least you know what you’re good for..” his words started to get a bit unsteady, maybe it was because of how tight you were clenching on him. “oh shit, are you close already?” he gasped, to which you responded something unintelligible. “fuck, i can barely understand you, babbling like a needy little whore.” you couldn’t take it, the way he made you feel was immeasurable to anything you’ve ever experienced. all you wanted in that moment was player 124, you never wanted him to stop pounding up into you with such tenacity.

with one final squeeze of your cunt, he held your hips down and a hot feeling quickly filled your insides. a slew of profanities were expelled from his lips and you felt your whole body shake. as soon as your breathing both steadied, he motioned you to get off his lap and he pulled his pants back up. you, however, could not possibly muster yourself to stand up at the moment, your legs still vibrating from the wild ride you just experienced.

“like i said,” he started, “if i had known you’d have been this easy.. woulda fucked you a lot sooner.” he turned and left the restroom, and you stayed slumped against the wall. now you could say one thing was for sure..

you definitely tolerated player 124.

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thanks so much for reading! i know it’s sort of different than what i usually write but i hope it’s satisfactory! as usual please, if you have any advice or constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing it’s greatly appreciated!

have a great day/night 💋

tags: @gabbystinks

#squid game #squid game 2 #squid game smut #fanfiction #squid game x reader #player 124 #nam gyu #rough smut #x reader fanfiction #imagines #x reader smut

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everythingspokenfor · 2 days ago

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𝓜𝓻. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵

Pairing: Bakugou x reader. All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Summary: Maybe you should have looked up what your boss looked like...

Thinking about foreign!reader who comes to Japan as a support tech engineer and having an eventful first meeting with Bakugou

Bakugou hates airports, especially around this time of the year, too crowded, too loud, bustling with people. If he had a choice he wouldn't have come, send in a driver and cozied up in his bed but, his mom had different plans, she had called him the night before, specifically told him to pick her up from the airport. So, here he was, waiting for her plane to land, 3:45 am in the morning, a rapidly cooling coffee in his hand.

He was growing agitated at the whispering around him, it's easy for him to get recognised, blond hair and striking red eyes not easily forgettable. He sharply turns to leave the waiting room, not necessarily paying attention when his hand, the one that was holding cold coffee slams into someone and boom now he is staring at the aftermath.

You are staring start ahead, breathing deeply, you turn your head towards the jerk that slipped coffee all over you. Cold seeped through your shirt, the chill almost chilling your bones. You could feel the coffee seeping into your shirt, then inner wear and then your bra.

"Are you going to apologise or what?" You scowl at him, the coffee seeping through your shirt, the wet cloth irritating you further.

Bakugou continues to stare at you, anger evident on your features, he assumes you aren't Japanese from the lack of accent in your english. Before he could apologise you speak again.

"At least have the courtesy to apologise, asshole" you spit out at him, before throwing him the nastiest little glare.

Bakugou is surprised that you don't him, maybe it's his ego but again he is the top hero maybe not his rankings but he is famous and infamous for reasons. Everyone knows him, even people outside of Japan.

"Do you not know who I am?" He finally speaks, not the smartest response but a response nonetheless.

"Am I supposed to know you?" You look at him incredulously, anger subsiding and confusion settling in.

"you know what, don't answer that, i don't care and I am tired, all I know is you are a jerk and I really wish to never run into you again!" You semi-yell at him and leave the waiting room.

He almost chased after you but he phone started ringing, his mother's contact displayed on the screen, informing him of her arrival.

He looked back at the direction you had gone, but you already disappeared. Sighing he left to pick his mother from the arrival gate. And he leaves, slightly bummed that he didn't get to apologise.

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"-nd like he walked straight into me and didn't bother apologising." You waved your hands around, trying to emphasize your impromptu collision with Mr. Brick wall, to your new housemate and colleague.

Not necessarily a good think, shit talking on first day of work, but you had to kinda explain why you were doing laundry in the middle of the night.

"That's rude, could've at least apologised.". Mari agreed, both of you walked down the hallway as she was showing you around the agency building.

"Well, hopefully no further mishaps occur." She had stopped in front of a large laboratory, you could already spot your stuff on one of the tables.

"Yeah, hopefully." You mumbled mindlessly, eyes admiring the lab, it was the largest you had seen, with more advanced equipments as well. Mari left you alone at your destination, already going back to her work.

You also got to work, looking into boxes of broken and damaged support equipments, you had already read about them, their functions and materials used to build.

It was an easy job to repair the items, folding your sleeves you got to work, one by one you repaired majority of the items the only thing left where, chunky, hefty, gauntlets.

You knew the belonged to Pro-Hero Dynamight, read about him in passing, already aware of the architecture of the Gauntlets, it didn't take long for you to fix them up, even being generous enough to replace parts with your tech.

Assuming your work was done you called Mari.

"You still need to see if the function alright." She paused before looking at her laptop screen," Pro hero Dynamight is already in the building, you should give him the equipment and see if it works properly."

Even tho, you were slightly peeved, cause of course it works, you just fixed it, you still took the hefty box to 12th floor of the building.

You entered the office without knocking, hands busy holding the box, barely even looking at the people standings there you deposit the box on the table next to the couch.

"Here, it's for Dynamight, fixed it, they should work top notch." You gasp out, breath slightly rapid due to carrying all that weight.

You turn around and spot 2 people in the room, one was Pro-Hero Red Riot, whom you recognised because he has least amount of support equipments listed and the other was Mr. Brick wall.

"You little shit, what are you doing here?" You blurt out without thinking, finger accusingly pointing at him. Not yet aware that the Pro-Hero you were looking for is right there, at the end of your accusatory finger.

Kirishima stared at you in amusement, before speaking," You must be the new tech, Welcome to the agency, I am Kirishima Eijirou." He stood up and extended his hand for a shake, you politely took his hand and uttered your name. Before looking over his shoulder at Bakugou.

"Don't mind me, but what did lil' shit over there do?" Kirishima semi-whispered in your ear, thumb pointing back, at where Bakugou stood.

"I spilled coffee on me, and then stared at me like it was my fault." You stated, arms folded, glaring at him, Bakugou stared back at you, hands shoved in his pocket as he leaned against the table.

"It was an accident, you scurried away before I could apologise." He finally spoke, Kirishima nodded his head, like accepting the explanation.

"NO, I waited and Mr. Brick Wall didn't apologise." You yelled, looking at Kirishima to back you up.

"That's not cool," Kirishima looked at you, shit eating grin on his face, you grinned back, feeling confident that Pro hero Red Riot was on your side, he continued,"You should apologise, Dynamight."

The gratification of getting the apology didn't last long when you registered his last word.

"Dyna-dynamight??" You spluttered," As in Pro Hero?" You looked dumbfounded between the two heros, face flushing in embarrassment, before you turned to Bakugou, who was looking at you bemused.

"I didn't kno- I am sorry, it was my fault." You uttered desperately, the fear of getting fired on your first day making you forget your past grudges. You haphazardness making Kirishima giggle, and Bakugou sigh.

"Oi, it was my fault, should have seen where I was going" Bakugou said calmly, moving to smack the back of Kirishima's head, who promptly shit up.

"You don't have t-." Bakugou shushes you before you could speak," The mistake was mine, me being a hero doesn't change that."

You stared at him, hoping for him to dismiss you soon, so you could sob in the corner of your big, beautiful lab.

"How about this, I get you a coffee, as an apology." He asked, Kirishima let out a snort, before Bakugou glared at him.

"You don't have to, it's not an issue anymore, Mr. Bri-Dynamight." You looked sheepishly at him, hoping he didn't change on the nickname you had given him.

"Let me, I'll get you a coffee, you'll need it after working here for a while."

"Fine then, we can get it sometimes." You accept his proposal (?),before looking at him, awkwardly trying to gesture at the door.

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, watching you flare your arms towards the door, before Kirishima spoke," You can leave now, I am sure the gauntlets would work just fine."

At the dismissal you scurried out the door, running zig zag avoiding the few people present in the hallway.

"So, that's the 'fireworks' you were talking about, Mr. Brick wall." Kirishima queried, head resting against his palm, as a smug expression formed on his face.

"Don't fucking push it." Bakugou gritted out, trying to think of how he could fix his image in your eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Brick wall." Kirishima chimed.

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alittlebitofloveliness · 2 days ago

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I think so many of the issues between book fans vs musical fans in the fandom come from the fact that people are pretending they're the same story, so people get really upset when they see one of their favourite characters being mischaracterized or left out, when in reality they are two DIFFERENT stories that share the same SOURCE MATERIAL. Like, I love the book. My blog is very much focus around the book, and there is a reason I don't tag my content with the musical tag very often, because the Darry Curtis I'm writing about is NOT the same Darry Curtis from the musical. And that's okay! It is! I know it seems crazy but they're both great characters, they're just not the SAME character. My favourite character is Steve Randle, but I haven't thrown a shit fit about how he isn't included as much in the musical because it's a different story, and because what content does exist for musical Steve offers lore for a very interesting character. Just like some people get all upset about blogs and content focusing on the soc characters in the musical, and I'm like I don't know what to tell you, I haven't even seen the musical and I know that the socs play a more important role in the story the musical tells than they do in the book; and that the musical universe makes it so it's far more likely that the socs and greasers COULD potentially have more aquaintanceships/childhood friendships/ post adolescent relationships than the book in which Ponyboy consistently notes that neither the greasers nor socs as a whole can see past their way of life to see the other side as people. Idk, I just think people from the book fandom and musical fandom need to just accept they're different stories, with different characters, with DIFFERENT messages and themes. Like, you really can't mischaracterise a character when the character that's being 'mischaracterized' is a different character to start with. Musical Dally isn't book Dally, full stop, but that doesn't mean that the musical character isn't fleshed out and deep and interesting and a complex addition to the musical, just like it doesn't cheapen the fact that book Dallas is the centre of the story. They just serve a different purpose, because they're two different characters in two different stories, neither one is 'better' than the other because they're NOT the same thing. I just wish people would stop vaugeposting and hating and othering each other, and it's getting the point where people need to learn to either engage with both stories or use filters to curate their fandom experience, OR collectively decide to split into two separate fandoms and tag stuff the outsiders book vs the outsiders movie accordingly, because I really love the Outsiders but all the petty fighting is driving me crazy , it's exhausting and it's making me want to leave the fandom altogether and I highly doubt I'm the only one. In the nicest way possible, please examine both stories for what they are, be mature, and act accordingly. Please.

#the outsiders #the outsiders musical

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x-necromantic-x · 2 days ago

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(reblogging w/ my comments under op’s post to have it on one of my blogs)

hi!! this was my post that you're talking about! and wow haha i did not think it would strike this much of a nerve with some people, but it's always a good thing to see other people passionate about things i'm passionate about also.

a few things–

the post overall was meant to be lighthearted in nature, as someone who enjoys both the musical and the poem it wasn't really an us vs them thing. moreso a playful jab at people who made assumptions about the myth based off the musical (which, in my comments there were a lot of) and if you don't do that, the post doesn't apply to you!

in the pinned comment under the post i talk about how a conversation can definitely happen over the ethics of the situation, i'm all for interpretations of the story and enjoyed the people discussing the myth from the perspective of actually having read the myth or of being aware of it. whenever i corrected people in the comments, it was about things they got wrong about the material specifically, such as people saying circe used her magic to force him to bed or arguing about things a simple google search could tell you whether it did or didn't happen. If you interpret the text as being non-consensual, it was never the point of the post to say that your interpretation is incorrect! me personally though, i don't like the optics of circe being turned into a supporting/positive character if she was a rapist in the original.

I wasn't defending hamilton lmao!!! it was a joke!!! it was a bit!!!!

i also never said homer!odysseus was a horrible person! i very much don't think he is! to me, the point of the story is it's exploration of the human condition, and that even if he had faltered in his resolve to get home, that he still wouldn't have been a horrible person because any normal person in his shoes would have done similarly! i dunno where you got this bit but yk, js for the record.

your interpretation of book 10 in the odyssey is fine, if not a little lost on me. odysseus was certainly not initiative in the task of going home. of course, you can read and take away from it whatever you like, but– and i'm not trying to sound pretentious here– in my analysis class for the odyssey specifically we talked about how this section of the odyssey goes into the nature of human temptation when faced with luxury or an easier way out. Odysseus intentionally spends longer than he has to, a full year, and doesn't make the decision to leave until his crew bugs him and calls his delays “madness”. That doesn't read to me as them being like let's leave and he's like alr bet, it reads as odysseus finding reasons to remain on the island even after his crew is ready to go. you can find all of this in the text.

i never mentioned being fixated on the telegony either, all of my rebuttals have been centered around text and examples found in the odyssey itself. it wasn't really a gotcha moment with circe either, there's no debate that odysseus’ is one of history's great morally ambiguous figures in fiction, with or without her.

lastly, i think the odyssey is sooo romantic! a lot of your post seems to have misunderstood the point of mine fundamentally, and that's ok, i probably could have phrased it better! i think epic is romantic, i think the odyssey is romantic, the point i was trying to get at when seriously debating the storytelling of epic is that i think a lot of people miss the nuance that went into the storytelling of the odyssey in favor of a more sanitized, more easy to swallow protagonist. again, how i studied it, and how i believe the odyssey was meant to be read, is as a critical analysis of the human condition. Myths are reflective of the societies they come from, and i want people to be aware that the myths we read are a glimpse into what sorts of things people back then valued and strove for, how they're different from us, and how they're not. you mentioned having wished you’d studied the literature, and i think if you had, you would have come to a similar conclusion.

while i don’t think op misinterpreted my points intentionally in bad faith, calling me an asshole or saying i’m illiterate definitely made me raise an eyebrow. i tried my best to keep the conversations in my own comments respectful and productive, and hostility was definitely not the tone of my original shitpost. i think most people were able to talk about their perspectives and interpretations of the odyssey without going there. i’m attaching my pinned comments below for more context about the post itself

Some assholes on Instagram saying that Epic fans are "gaslighting" themselves about Odysseus being faithful to Penelope because of the Circe part and being pretentious about it and how we are stupid for considering The Odyssey romantic

Motherfucker

1. The Odyssey is an epic poem we all fucking know that? That it's a tragedy, technically comedy (comedy in ancient literature used to mean "happy ending", not funny stuff)

2. The Circe bit can be interpreted in different ways, as if it was fully consensual or not or just a transaction. There was still a difference in power dynamics, which was 100% mentioned by Calypso in the beginning, but if you choose to ignore that part if the same as saying some of Zeus' kids were ok to be conceived because the women agreeded to what A GOD wanted.

3. Obviously Epic!Odysseus is differente from Homer!Odysseus, but trying to say Homer! Odysseus is a horrible person that fully wanted to cheat on Penelope just because you want to defend ALEXANDER HAMILTON, i have bad news about you.

4. "The crew had to beg to go back!" I read the Odyssey too. As a child and a few days ago. They stayed on Circe's island to rest so Odysseus job as a captain was literally wait until his crew told him they were ready to leave, specially after what they have lived. Odysseus didnt force anyone to stay in that island, when the crew went "oh, sir, we miss our families, please lets go back now, yes?" Odysseus immediately said "ok". It literally felt like a father waiting for the kids to stop playing in the playground.

5. Homer!Odysseus is not perfect, at all (man killed his disloyal maids because he didnt want to deal with shit anymore, even if they also were coerced/raped by the suitors), but come with a better gotcha than Circe. You are just fixiated on the Telegony and it shows.

6. Idk what to tell you, but if you think renouncing a life with two inmortal godesses (one of whom offered you immortality), traveling for 10 years defying a God's rage, killing 108 men who wanted to marry your wife (and ruined your house), almost killed yourself when said wife rejected you only for her to go "haha i was just testing you, silly :)", have your literally marriage have a word created for you two specifically is not romantic... Idk go read Bridgerton

#the odyssey #epic the musical #ah man what a fun start to 2025 #there are lots of things to analyze about the odyssey! all of them were intentional and all of them are important #odysseus #penelope #epic odysseus #epic penelope #canon odysseus #canon penelope

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wisteria-lodge · 2 days ago

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About the gender in hp thing: I know JKR wrote the books wanting the patriarchy to have minimal impact on the world but even through a couple of the metas you wrote you can see that that’s not the case. In your character crying post there’s a clear implication that showing that kind of emotion is a weakness but also that it is not masculine. Equating strength with masculinity is foundational for cultures with strong patriarchies, and this idea infests every other aspect of their lives. Idk because of that and many other reasons I have a very hard time of writing the wizarding world as anything other than a patriarchy

This is a watsonian analysis vs doylist analysis issue.

I 100% do think that JKR went out of her way to really, really downplay the importance of gender in her worldbuilding - and this contributes a lot to the specific feel of the world. You could genderflip, idk. Neville. Snape. Draco. Hermione. McGonagall. and almost no plot elements or character dynamics would change. (Maybe James would bully Severus slightly differently? Idk. He honestly might not.)

Compare HP to something like His Dark Materials, another British fantasy series released at the same time, marketed to the same demographic... in which gender politics are REALLY important. Lyra conforming or not conforming to specific gender norms hugely impacts the way a lot of other characters treat her. So much of Mrs. Coulter's character has to do with how she's navigated the back ways and side avenues into power, because the patriarchy that runs *that* world is extremely explicit and plot relevant, and there's a lot she just can't do.

Now is JKR *good* at writing a gender-blind world? Not really no. So she's stripped out the importance of gender in a fairly surface way, while leaving evidence of the foundations intact. Everyone's a het couple, women take the husband's last name, Molly and Petunia are at home while their husbands work and there's no inverse of that situation, Fleur's father walks her down the aisle at her wedding, it's important that Hermione be able to tame her hair when she wants to, but for Harry it doesn't matter...

There is ALSO the narrative voice poking through and putting its own spin on everything. This is where we start getting judgment (for example) directed both at girls who are too feminine, and at girls who aren't feminine enough. Or sexual assault not really "sticking" if it's directed at boys. We don't have a character talking, in-universe, about how it's wrong for a woman not to want children. We just have a book where the only women who don't have kids (or take care of kids) are villains. Same thing with masculinity = strength = no crying. That's something the narrative framing / bias of the author brings to the table, but it's kept out of the mechanics of the magical world. I guess you could say Harry and Draco equate crying/fainting with weakness (but not explicitly anti-masculinity)... but then Lupin goes out of his way to separate 'fainting' from 'weakness' anyway.

Interestingly, gender is much more baked into the muggle worldbuilding. (Part of why I think leaving that aspect out of the wizarding world was a deliberate choice.) Smeltings is an all-boys school, so is St Brutus.' Dudley teases Harry about his "boyfriend" Cedric, Vernon sizes up Arthur and Mad-Eye by how masculine they are. At the beginning of Book 4, Dudley's diet is this very gendered conflict between Vernon and Petunia, where Vernon doesn't want a "little nancy boy for a son" - and that is one of the only truly gendered insults in the whole series. "Crybaby" almost counts... but the Slytherins tease Hermione for crying too, so idk. They tend to go for pretty gender-neutral insults, like "poor" "unimportant parents" "looks like a chipmunk" ... etc.

Like... I'm trying to imagine a scene were Lucius lays into Draco for not being masculine enough, and I can't. I think that in a canon-compliant fic, a scene like that would feel odd. The conflict would need to be framed more like a "you disgrace the name of Malfoy with your weakness" or "never tell anyone outside the family what you're thinking" or "your believe yourself to be more intelligent than you truly are." Not "you need to man up."

#hp #gender stuff #jkr critical #patriarchy #watsonian vs doylist

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on majima's relationship to power, dignity and freedom

a friend of mine was recently talking about a character from a movie, and whether or not an emotional response (specifically, anxiety and obligation over a loved one needing help) was something that character could "effectively discipline and draw from" or "something that will always threaten to overflow rational boundaries" and posed the question as: "does he make use of it, or does it make use of him?"

this, i believe, is how majima approaches quite literally everything in his life, up to and including, if not especially, his own emotions.

i think it's an anxiety over their agency and freedom that compels a person to ask this question about everything. because they're terrified of being used against their will, without their knowledge, of waking up one day and realizing they've been a slave to something because they refused to examine their relationship to it. and i think it takes 1. someone who is naturally very emotional, as in, inclined to make decisions based on emotions rather than rationalizations, and can't afford to be this way for whatever reason and 2. someone who has been robbed of their agency and freedom in the past, to develop this anxiety. majima more than fits the bill on both counts.

it's born out of a need to maintain power over this fear. it's literally pathological. his need to make tools out of everything. it's a disease. either hes wielding it, or being wielded as a tool by it, whatever "it" may be. its a binary, black and white choice, and it's not really a choice at all, because he absolutely refuses to risk the latter happening against his will. he needs to have control over himself, his life, his decisions, all the time or he feels like hes stuck, cornered, he panics and cant keep a cool head (all of y0, '85 flashbacks from y4). he freaks out. and he cant risk that, he cant stand it either.

but it's not even about that. it's about dignity. majima tries to navigate the entirety of those situations, where he's robbed of freedom, where he's cornered, with dignity. because it's all he has. and when even that is stripped from him (the hole, y0), he seeks out the most dignified way to deal with losing your dignity -- willingly letting go of it (the lord of the night).

we see him put to impossible choices in other games (y5 comes to mind) and he handles that just fine without freaking out even when he's cornered. the difference is that in y5 he had a dignified way of resolving that situation. what actually makes him "freak out" and lose his cool is being robbed of a dignified solution. the dignity in following his principles, not betraying himself, is something he goes ballistic at the thought of losing.

it's not just that he can't "risk" not being able to keep a cool head, or that he can't "stand" freaking out, its that he can't stand the humiliation of it. of not being perfectly composed and in control of himself all the time. he's too proud. and this is why mad dog is so therapeutic for him, because its a character who doesn't give a single fuck about how hes perceived, wielded by a guy who cares excessively about how hes perceived. he learns so much from mad dog over the course of the series, i genuinely think mad dog saved his life. because i was thinking about all of this going, my god. youre in the YAKUZA???? and youre living like THAT?? no fucking wonder he had to invent a persona to larp as just to not shoot himself.

but thinking more about it, it's like. of COURSE he is. of COURSE hes yakuza. because!! as a civilian, you're just slave to the same system everyone else is a slave to. you have to bow to it, and you don't even get a choice. so... what does he do. he makes his own choice. if hes going to be a slave in a system, it's going to be a system of his own choosing that he can respect, however flawed. yes, he's not "free" in the yakuza, and that is something he struggles with, but it's more about freedom of choice for him.

like. what a fucking thing to say. you cant attach a price to my life. you cant make USE of my life. you cannot USE my death as a TOOL to further your own ends. because that's what ibuchi is saying, that he'll kill majima and his death will start a war which he will benefit from. and he refuses to BE that for anyone.

...other than, of course, shimano and the men he respects, of which there are SO few in the tojo. (hello kiryu. hello saejima. this guy is in desperate need of people he respects and he will follow them around like a dog because he really wants to surrender power and "bow his head" because he's so exhausted from having to maintain it against himself and the world 24/7.)

look at his face in this scene. he's completely distraught. over having been used in some scheme without his knowledge. robbed of his autonomy. i have never seen him look like this at any other point in the series.

true resignation. utter defeat. this is partly what birthed mad dog, nihilism incarnate. sure, it takes being faced with the possibility that makoto will never wake up to finally "awaken" mad dog, but this is where majima is drawing his strength from -- this ability to tap into a state of complete indifference. this void. death.

even sera is surprised. but this is the moment he understands exactly what kind of person majima is. because yes, of course he would. majima, and people like majima, will jump at any chance to make their deaths count, because they're constantly living with the guilt of all the terrible shit they've done up to that point. having the opportunity to die for a good cause, knowing it won't redeem them but get them at least a little closer to it, is a blessing. they don't have to think twice about it. this is the death drive he's tapping into.

above all, majima wants to be useful. i think this need characterizes his relationship with kiryu, who is someone he respects. he's basically begging to let kiryu help him throughout y3. he agrees to go back to the clan because kiryu asks, twice. he's willing to die so haruka can live, because his death can accomplish something good. it's no choice at all.

but i'm far more interested in how this manifests in his relationship with shimano. this excerpt from an rggo story comes to mind.

i think shimano was, in a lot of ways, a tether for majima. the "leash" imagery is very accurate, but it suggests an entirely negative reading of their dynamic. the truth is majima likes being leashed. not only that, he needs it. he's just very discerning about who he will let leash him. he needs purpose in his life, needs to know hes useful, and for that he needs to devote himself to someone. and it needs to be a person, because he's too cynical to believe in a cause.

what that excerpt tells me is that he lost his respect for shimano. and when he died, majima became untethered. from the world. in the absence of saejima, or anyone else who could be that for him, he's adrift and aimless. lost.

it's not a coincidence he leaves the clan immediately after shimano dies. it's because of this, because of terada (he won't bow to someone he doesn't respect), and because he has, on some level, completed a large part of his duty to saejima by establishing his own family. he is without purpose. and i think it's maintaining this state of existence for years that turns him into the depressed, defeated man we see in y5.

he got burnt out, because it's exhausting being in this kind of active conflict with yourself all the time in the name of maintaining a sense of personal power and agency. over even your own emotions. he's truly relentless. but sooner or later, it was going to catch up to him.

#hi. can you tell how much time i spend thinking about him #majima goro #yakuza #my analysis #yapping #majeem #long post #this will also get incorporated into the essay...

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thecoffeelorian · 1 day ago

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I'm At Soup! (TBB Edition)

Title: I'm At Soup!

Fandom: Star Wars/The Bad Batch

Characters Involved: Crosshair, Batcher, Hunter, and Wrecker

WC: 486/Under 1k.

A/N: This is the one-shot to celebrate me reaching 300 followers on Tumblr! Thank you all for getting me here, and let me also tag the following people specifically:

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Don't call unless it's an emergency, Hunter had requested, wanting nothing less than near perfect silence during his latest shopping trip. Under normal circumstances, Crosshair would have done just that, as he already had first-hand experience with being overwhelmed and also wasn't all that eager to force others to go through the same thing.

However...no thanks to Batcher having run off ten minutes ago, her confusion as to whether or not the moon-yos of Pabu were living animals or squeaky toys, it was unfortunately time to call in the reinforcements.

Specifically, calling up Hunter himself over the commlink, all the while he himself stood at attention by the dining room table.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Cross, what's up?"

"I need your help, can you come here?"

"Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes."

"Alright, well..."

Letting out a small sigh, Crosshair just shrugged and continued with the call. Best not to overthink the situation, after all...yet.

"...Hurry up and come over here."

"I can't find them."

What.

"What do you mean, you can't find them?"

"I can't find them, there's only soup."

A small crackle of static popped over the system, then an awkward silence followed...and curiously enough, no 'Gotcha' or other hints that this was just one big joke from Hunter.

"What do you mean, 'there's only soup'?"

"It means there's only soup!"

"Well then, get out of the soup aisle!"

"All right! You don't have to shout at me!"

Next came the sound of footsteps as Hunter continued down a different aisle, a small huff of annoyance, and then--

"--There's more soup."

"What do you mean there's more soup?"

"There's just more soup!"

Two aisles of soup now...? This was getting out of hand, and no, that wasn't a round of self-deprecating humor.

It. Was. Madness.

"Go into the next aisle!"

"There's still soup!"

"Where are you right now?!"

"I'm at soup!"

At Soup?! How could any Trooper in the known galaxy, be it far far away or a few klicks ahead, suddenly be 'At Soup'?!

"What do you mean you're "at soup?"

"I mean I'm at soup!"

"What store are you in?!"

"I'm at the soup store!"

"Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?"

"Kriff you!"

Both Troopers turned off their ends of the commlink with a loud slap, each of them so frustrated with the other that they most likely would not be on speaking terms for the next hour.

Back on Crosshair's end, he would merely shake his head in disgust before going off in search of the dog treats, if only to give Batcher a reason to come running the moment he jostled the bag loudly enough.

On Hunter's end, however...he would be comforted with one of Wrecker's hands upon his shoulder, along with the following vote of confidence:

"I think we're gonna have to stun this guy, Sarge."

"Dank Ferrik," Hunter sighed in return. Today just wasn't his day.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars memes #i'm at soup #this is getting out of hand #now there are two of them #i think we're gonna have to kill this guy steven #tbb batcher #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #star wars humor #300 follower celebration #the bad batch fanfiction

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thisuserisgonesorry · 1 day ago

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1,, im not a teenager . might be young but i have a pretty good grasp on adulthood atp , and i’m not the only person that thinks this specific take; ive asked a lot of mutuals/friends who are (young,,) adults and agree w/ me and many people in rbs agree so like .. bringing my age into this is so left field cos . idk . weird thing 2 say

2 in my experience from living in a very “redneck” (lack of a better term) area (though not america, so there could be a difference), ive met 20-25 year olds who look and act exactly like daryl in s1 because teenagers in redneck areas just look like that. thats where my estimate came from, due to my own experiences

3,, norman reedus literally just looks young in everything he plays . you cant deny that he has a bit of a baby face and doesnt ALWAYS look his age . (but also celebrity men do look like that cos they dont just start rotting away the second they hit 23 because blue collar / minimum wage jobs suck) and never did i say there was a problem w/ him being 40 , just that it didnt make sense in my mind,,, nd actors can play characters that are a different age than them. norman being 40 ≠ daryl having to be 40

4,, he wasnt embarrassed until around season 3-4 iirc , closer to when he was around more people and less isolated , closer to merles death , more so around when he found out carol would go to that community home to get away from ed and then more around beths whole arc (iirc? im a bit aways from s3 rn,,)

nd considering 25+ is around when the frontal lobe developed. yeah. he would act like an idiot in s1. like all young adults do. and he would helplessly follow his brother around for validation considering his childhood, and he’d do whatever he wanted. he would be a terrible drunk, with no job. young adults do that. especially ones w/ mental health / bad childhood

then he develops into a person who was willing to learn to deal with his trauma when around season 4 when (in hc) he’d be like 27 at the earliest (?) because we have to remember that we skip all of loris pregnancy and then the first year (?) of judiths life. making him on the closer side to 30 around the time the prison, when his character starts developing.

(and i never said 25 was the solid age, just that hes “like 25”, meaning im happy to account s1 daryl as 26,27,28, whatever, just that hes under 30 in s1 in my mind)

5 i agree that him being older plays a part in his story but i dont think being 25 suddenly makes him a little baby that makes his development void. his frontal lobe developed. that is a valid subtextual reason for him to mature. but that isnt the only thing that made him reflect and want to cope with his trauma. merles frontal lobe developed and he never tried to do what daryl did - therefor the age thing doesn’t exactly diminish his story or else merle wouldve changed before the outbreak, but he didnt, because some people dont. some people reach frontal lobe age and stay the same. its not “he just grew up” because then merle would have too, but he did grow up, and realised following merle was stupid. but he wouldnt have reached that outcome if there werent other factors so it can easily be both

6 i never said 40 looks old or that theres a problem w it, but how is he older than rick? than most of the other people there? being older than rick feels like it makes no sense (although rick didnt grow up like daryl did and they had carl young so blab yeah theres reasons) and merle being 35+ does make some sense though id somewhat agree 35 is young for merle. m not saying that ppl start decomposing when they hit 30 but god forbid i hc someone as not 40

+ trauma physically ages people so even if daryl did look the same age or older than rick, then it would still be plausible that hes younger. we see trauma age characters in this show. its not hard to assume it happened to him outside of the outbreak too

prob formatted this like a mess but ,, m tired

n e way other people in the rb say that they think daryl is different ages to all of them (varying from 20-40) and as i said in those rbs its interesting that no one can really “agree” on what age he should be cos hes an enigma like that and i think it suits him,, like we all can agree on certain things about certain character cos its a unanimous vibe but then his unanimous vibe is that no one truly knows him??? subtext of it all .

anyway /nm for all of this . im just a little guy . i respect ur opinion cos i love my pookie and i really do love that everyone interprets his story so differently ,,,, i just like talking about it

idgaf im sick of not saying it. s1 daryl dixon is not fucking 40 bro. hes like 25. there is no way in fucking hell.

#mine #blab

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weatheringandweary · 1 day ago

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Meg McCaffrey reclaiming her personhood by being unapologetically herself is so beautiful, and I truly do believe she might possibly be the best female character Rick has written for the Riordanverse.

Of course that's entirely subjective, but her personality is so different from the other characters we've seen - and for good reason! Meg has been a weapon for almost her entire life, so she clings to every chance she gets to be a child while she's away from Nero. When you compare her to characters like Nico who've been forced to mature the moment they were thrusted into demigod life, it's such an interesting change of pace?? We barely see that!

And I think that's why it takes a little longer for people to warm up to her. I can understand that, we're used to characters putting their personal wants and needs aside to be soldiers. It can be a bit jarring to see Meg, who's introduced for the first time around the same age that Percy was when he debuted in TLT, act so differently despite having been apart of the mythological world for so long.

But I think that's why I'm so fond of TOA. It deviates away from the formula in so many different ways, but the narrative decisions for both Meg and Apollo are incredibly rewarding to read in full. They're two completely different people (if we're going off surface-level observations anyway) and they bring out the best in each other despite that. With him, she can just be Meg :)

#trials of apollo #toa #pjo #meg mccaffrey #im realizing now that i've just posted three original posts in a row #an actual original post mind you #for the first time since i made this account two or three years ago...#if i keep this up imma have to start posting art on my sideblog

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cconfusedkat · 2 days ago

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I think the reason why I have a tendency to draw new things every few months is bc im Still relatively new to digital art and always wonder how much i improve in months

So mainly it's for my sake because im like Oh wait ive been drawing this character differently recently ?? And then Boom i take my eyes away for one second and theres redesigns

Plus instead of making clothing so complex i decided to go w my heart and base their clothes off of how id characterize them If That Makes Sense ,, i figure kallamars is the most obvious one for him being a tailor for example

Whereas shamura is the (main) undertaker , Leshy and Heket are the two missionary party leaders , and Narinders isnt very obvious but hes considered the gladiator :-3c

Lamb and Goat (Allure & Giuseppe) are the two leaders of the cult!! (Allure main leader, giuseppe co leader) As time went on and giuseppe settled in allure's cult , the name changed from just alluring lamb to the cult of death and wisdom ,,, Ram (aaliyah) isnt a very repetitive person that shows up at the cult since she has her own cult to run (within another universe , a war cult specifically) but she likes to show up every so often just to check in with her brother [giuseppe] :>c

And ofc how could i forget wilt lol- i forgot to add giuseppes cape here Woops ,, But its what giuseppes main clothes r in the other cult

And well i kinda wanted to incorporate the healed designs ,, another thing i wanted to add is that i constantly yap about them all being rlly strong (minus Narinder however- i believe he wouldn't be able to go on crusades or missionaries due to fibromyalgia) but its not too obvious either ,, id def say that leshy and allure are probably the strongest out of everyone else (leshy can summon roots from the ground and uses his body as an advantage, where as to allure their main weapon is withholding a heavy axe ,, but that shit is Not Easy so both leshy and allure are bottom heavy cuz of that- their back muscles and legs carry shit for the both of them HELPP)

Shamura isnt exactly a battlefield person though, they're probably the only bishop to not wanting to fight ?? Those days r Way behind them ,, Kallamar can make himself taller due to Allure reserving some strength left of the blue crown as apart of a compromise they were forced to make with kallamar to stay within the cult-

One thing in common Giuseppe and Narinder have is pacifism ,, narinder is a pacifist because of seeing allure so ill and he didnt actually like seeing people in pain- whereas Giuseppe is pacifist because hes a god of wisdom nd prefers to take things with a lighter approach. The complete opposites of those two are Allure and Aaliyah, theyre both aiming for any type of genocidal route because of what they went through for both the lamb and goat genocides occuring in different worlds of theirs ,, giuseppe doesnt rlly like crusading with allure for that reason 😭 even though aaliyah is Much worse since shes a god of war- its just the way that bloodthirst makes giuseppe incredibly uncomfortable,, to see such a shy lamb act the opposite on their crusades is Lowkey what terrifies him lmao-

Herrmm ,, heket and kallamar are pretty similiar in the stances of not rlly gaf-ing about fighting and crusades ,, heket is good at stealth and kallamar just aims right for the target because shi's just Impatient-

Okay thats all the yapping i have left in me fur now i also have these to share

The only decency here is giuseppe lmaooo 😭🙏

Oh one last thing is heights :-3

(Shamura is 4'7, Ram is 5'1, Lamb is 5'5, Narinder is 6'0, Goat is 6'1, Kallamar is 6'3, Heket is 6'6, and Leshy is 7'2 ,, Idk why i put sozo there but maybe bc its fur my own reference)

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ender-cloud · 3 days ago

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NEW UPDATE!!! God I love Lanyon so much im so hyped to dive into this

Tgs spoilers under cut

Something ive noticed with many characters in TGS is their persistence to keep everyone to have this view of them. Jekyll, of course, wants to be seen as the perfect, put together, leader of the society, while Hyde wants to be seen as someone who doesn’t really care about stuff, someone who’s tough and carefree.

In this case Lanyon seems to be closer to Hyde than Jekyll on this front. He wants to keep his “i dont care about anything” appearance, it shows how he presents himself in studies as well as playing the guys in his university. Even now Lanyon sometimes acts as if he doesn’t care about Jekyll or his issues but in reality, Lanyon cares a lot for very certain things.

By trying to act as though he doesn’t care makes it so he cares more, and Jekyll is reasonably confused by this.

I like how Jekyll more approaches Lanyon being confused and just wanting to understand why than a more judgmental approach. Jekyll just doesn’t understand, I dont think he’s Judging Lanyon as much as he just wants to know why.

He has a different goal to prove himself to people so he wants to know why Lanyon can prove himself but chooses not to.

To bring back what i said last week; Lanyon is smart, he knows things, but he acts like he doesn’t as a way of defying his father. But now that im looking at it, it’s s once again an example of reputation and how trying to keep it up can hold you back on many fronts.

Lanyon was quick to change the subject, he doesn’t want Jekyll, or anyone around them, to figure out the truth but the seeds had already been planted in Jekylls mind and now he’s connecting some dots he hasn’t thought of before.

“The second you put your mind to anything, you take to it like a duck in water” Lanyon puts his mind to a lot of things but I think he truly only gets into them if he actually wants to.

For example; when he was trying to not Care about jekyll during the society fair thing (i need to reread so bad I just dont have the time) he wasnt able to, it was like he was trying to force himself not to care like his university days but whenever he saw Jekyll he had to remind himself over and over again to push that care down.

Lanyon might’ve not needed to force himself to care as much during university but it might’ve taken a bit to get to this point of being able to do it easily. But if its something he truly cares about he has a hard time pretending that he doesn’t or is very determined to keep it like his reputation.

Ngl, if I was Lanyon and someone looked at me like that I would break in a second.

Lanyon can tell that Jekyll is close to figuring him out and its both scary in this moment aswell as surprised. No one has been able to put this together, no one else has seemed to care this much before or has gotten so close to him to see multiple signs

Lanyon is stronger than me and did not break but I would’ve been in shambles.

Lanyon Always says that he doesn’t care when Jekyll catches him? I think that shows how much he does care if he has to constantly remind that he doesn’t means that he must show that he does at some points, and it also indicates that Jekyll asked more in the future, just because of Lanyon saying he said it whenever he was caught of guard.

I genuinely love Lanyon so much, there’s so much to his character and its so interesting to me, he definitely is up as one of my favorite characters of all time. He just as so much depth to him, how much he doesn’t care yet does care, I like characters with a lot of depth more than just what you can see on the surface.

Whenever we get to see his thoughts it can give us more explanation and more of an understanding than what Jekyll had seen.

I want to know why Lanyon brought this up, the only thing I can think of is trying to lure Jekyll out but it’s still interesting,

#tgs #the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs lanyon #tgs mondays #tgs update #ace rambles #I love Lanyon so much #he’s so amazing #tgs hyde #jekyll and hyde

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strqyr · 3 days ago

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weiss having a problem with ruby being made the leader—and everything else that comes with—really could and frankly should have been a plotline that lasted the entire volume... and also being something that affected the whole team, i.e. both blake and yang would have also been involved in it somehow, either by offering support to ruby in their own ways (blake has plenty of experience with different styles of leadership, that's an easy reason to have the two of them talk), by mediating, or by confronting weiss (like yang standing up for her sister).

considering the nature of the plotline and its very resolution, it should have been not only a character defining, but relationship defining as well, but i can't find a single moment where i would have looked at ruby and weiss interacting in the later volumes and thinking to myself how far they've come since, how this level of friendship between them seemed impossible at first yet here we are, because it lasted only a day—two / three if we're being generous and including the stuff before the team was formed—in universe; there was simply not enough time for a pattern to form.

hell, has there even been a moment were weiss stands by ruby, ready to follow her lead no matter what? yang has, in mistral. blake has, too, in atlas. like that'd be a perfect way to show how far they've come and my mind is going completely blank on any moment like that existing between weiss and ruby.

they could have also tied it to the finale while they're looking for blake, like weiss questioning why they'd be looking out for someone who ran away and ruby, for the first time, putting her foot down because they are a team and blake's their friend and also she'd do the same if it was weiss (despite her being difficult, or as yang put it, "just a lot to deal with at once"), anything like that and it being the turning point for weiss to seeing ruby's style of leadership differently because different cultures and stuff, the style weiss is used to being very atlas at its core and that being part of what caused the friction, etc.

just... i dream of a volume 1 that's more focused on team rwby :'(

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee

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sufferu · 22 hours ago

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I find it interesting how the cast is treating Rem for what she did to Subaru, but what about about Otto and Garfiel? How are they being treated by the cast for what they did?

Otto is the one person in the Emilia Camp who legitimately gets a pass, because everyone ultimately agrees — with the combined factors of Subaru openly declaring that the White Whale chasing them both down was definitely after him, specifically, of them being aware that Otto was getting driven insane due to being exposed to the literal voice of the White Whale due to his Divine Protection, and of them realizing that Otto almost certainly sent Frufoo back to go and help Subaru once he came to his senses — that Otto literally did, at worst, what any reasonable person would do in that situation. (And honestly, he probably did a whole lot better than that…) Wilhelm has some very messy feelings about this still, due to Otto’s actions immediately preceding him having to watch Subaru crawl away crying for help from the scourge of the past 14 years of his life (aka. the single most traumatizing thing that this man, specifically, could have been forced to witness), but even he is largely aware that he’s not being fair. —Otto himself probably isn’t anywhere near this forgiving, noteworthy.

Garfiel is a lot more uncomfortable, but he has one advantage that Rem does not: he remembers being an actively antagonistic force in Subaru’s life. And everyone else remembers this, too. This might seem like it should make it worse for him, but it actually means that everyone has largely brought up and settled these underlying issues properly already, and so rehashing them is — uncomfortable, but not nearly as nasty a surprise as watching Rem actively torture Subaru onscreen for several hours. But of course, it differs from person to person. Some members of the audience brush it off as a settled matter, others are a little less forgiving, still others are resolute in their opinion that this is One More Person who can never be allowed near Subaru again, and that’s kinda just how it goes.

(It is also important to note that the quality of their relationships with Subaru AFTER their respective incidents are very influential here. Garfiel and Otto both became honest and genuine friends looking out for Subaru’s well-being in honest and genuine ways. Rem, meanwhile, pulled shit like repeatedly sneaking into his room to watch him sleep, enabling almost every one of his bad behaviors, and monologuing about how she wanted to take his gibbering, shock-stricken form and kidnap him far away from everyone else so that she could have him all to herself forever. This is a very important factor in how these characters are received.)

#ds!garfiel #ds!otto #ds!rem #now that’s what I call a dogshow #my inbox

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enanzaz · 1 day ago

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ultimate list of which ace attorney characters would listen to vocaloid/cryptonloid and to what extent

my credentials: i have listened to vocaloid many many a times, i play project sekai religiously (DONT COME FOR ME IVE SEEN PROJECT DIVA TOO)

and for my fellow nerds out there: I DONT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE GOOGLE SUCKS OUT HERE SO DM THE DIFFERENCE i dont know the difference between frickin cryptonloids and vocaloids STILL

edit: I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE NOW

spw for aa characters below

ask/dm if you want a pt2 or js my opinion on ur favs

phoenix: brother theres no way. phoenix barely uses a phone. explaining to him vocaloid would cause his head to explode contrary to popular opinion. ON THE SLIGHT OFF CHANCE HE MAY KNOW IT hed only know hatsune miku and refer to her as “oh yeah blue pigtails”

trucy: reason why phoenix knows hatsune miku. i can sense the fact that shes put instrumentals for her show (like the mcu did). not a major major fan, but def knows it

maya: OH FOR SURE. i know the steel samurai to vocaloid pipeline when i see it. started off unintentionally as a joke bc steel samurai had a collab w them. i see maya as the more “likes more popular songs” (bc same no shame) but i can totally see her screaming MIKU MIKU BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM. her fav is kagamine rin or miku

apollo: mayhaps. i seem him as a very teto or vflower type of guy but i think he would js be a pretty surface level listener. guilty pleasure type stuff i understand. i can totally see him listening to a mix of both teto and vflower tho, like bocca della verita or medicine

simon: ohhh i KNOW a kafu fan when i see one! he screams “yeah imma gatekeep this great artist” and low and behold its kafu. theres no way he didnt listen to vocaloid prejailtime. if NOT a kafu fan easily luka or meiko fan as well, more jazzy i think. i also think he watched the aa version of gossip girl but thats a story for another time. ALSO plays pjsk when he learned it exists post prison, im talking this is like at home grinding hours for him. also his fav unit is

athena: meiko fan. not much more to say. def die hard but listens bc she saw simon listen to her once or twice as a kid. i can totally see her playing “on the rocks” in her downtime. i DO also think shed be a len fan tho, songs like “butterfly on your right shoulder” or “sick of house”

klavier: gakupo next question. i KNOW a venomania fan when i see it.

top three vocaloid listeners/fans:

3. klavier

2. maya

1. tie between simon and athena - its a competition

#vocaloid #cryptoloid #pjsk #ace attorney #aa5 #aa4 #apollo justice #phoenix wright #trucy wright #klavier gavin #athena cykes #simon blackquill #i loveee combining my two interests

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vanadee-hailz-aka-best-merc-ever · 2 days ago

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//Forgot I should probably post Gore’s info sheet as well… 😅

•Basic Information•

🔴Name- Vanadee Hailz (pronounced Hallz)

🔴Age- 23

🔴Sexuality- Pansexual

🔴Gender- Female

🔴Species- Human

🔴Nicknames-Vanny, Val, Van, DD

🔴Reason for nicknames- easier to call her by

🔴From a Fandom?- MCU

🔴Zodiac sign- Aries

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- bangs are dyed as left part is sage green and the rest of her hair is black

🟠Hair type and length- short wavy

🟠Eye color- grey

🟠Skin tone- pale

🟠Face shape- heart

🟠Body type- triangle

🟠Birthmarks- dimples

🟠Scars- one going up to her lips edge that starts from her chin, huge one on her back that looks like lightning, bunch of small ones on her hands, one on her collarbone

🟠Predominant features- dyed bangs and piercings

🟠Height- 5'9 1/3

🟠Dominant hand- Left

🟠Hair Style- alternative/ fluffy

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories- piercings, sometimes nails are done, pepper spray, symbiote tracker

🟠Are they healthy or not?Reason why- kinda, diet consists with a lot of acidic foods and drinks but she does love her red meats.

🟠Allergies- asparagus

🟠Glasses?- contacts, has glasses somewhere but not where she is in the book

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?- usually a very large shirt that doesn't fit her, and underwear

🟠Tattoos- a quote on her inner thigh saying: "I stopped waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel and lit that bitch up myself"

•Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style- soft mannered when at work, generally more easily aggravated when in stressful environments

🟡Quirks- bounces there leg when sitting down and is bored, puts shoes on without undoing there laces, constantly moving

🟡Positive traits- intuitive, flexible, can do parkour, athletic,

🟡Negative traits- on edge constantly, paranoid, insomnia, alcoholic

🟡Drives/Motivation- protect those who need it and fuck the government patriarchy and the hero system

🟡Sense of Humor- Dark idk

🟡Private or Public?- Private

🟡Leader or Follower?- Leader

🟡Daredevil or cautious?- Cautious usually

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- pessimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener?- listener

🟡Accent- Denmark/American

🟡Voice Claims- n/a

🟡Temperament- when she's doing her normal job she doesn't really react a lot but when she's a rouge it's like she's a different person, she's more angry and frustrated and lashes out which allows her to get an advantage in the battle

🟡Talents- she's really good with all ranges of weapons and can pull risky maneuvers on a motorcycle

🟡Flaws- sleep deprived and drinks alcohol

🟡Loud or quiet?- both

🟡messy or organized?- depends on her stress or paranoia

🟡solo or team player?- solo

🟡introvert or extrovert?- introvert

🟡relaxed or serious?- serious when doing hero work but relaxed when at home

🟡What will always make them cry?- extreme amounts of pain, and her moments....

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?- no not really anymore

🟡What will make them Smile?- doing things that are associated with her love language ( usually directed towards ppl she likes or cares about) or anything related to cats

•Background•

🟢Hometown- Denver

🟢Social Class- Middle

🟢Education- Poor when she's was going to school but when she started working with O.P.A.C her knowledge increased exponentially

🟢First memory- ice cream with her father

🟢Worst memory- O.P.A.C getting sabotaged by the evil S.H.E.I.L.D she had in her universe

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by- O.P.A.C

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- Lives in Queens,New York with her Cats.

🟢Do they want to move and where?- Once she's retired from O.P.A.C,has finally gotten away from Carnage, and financially stable enough she would in a calmer part of the USA, like Montana or Minnesota, or she would move somewhere out of the states w/o telling anyone.

🟢Type of childhood- questionable..

🟢Upbringing- In the public school system with extreme religious family members, began forming her opinions about politics and stuff during her first school years and Middle School and started rebelling from standard life from there. she also began to despise her father for not helping her and her mom when they needed help the most bc they were really poor while he was rich (they were also divorced bc the mom had an affair with someone who looked exactly like David but from a different universe- main reason Vanadee has abilities)

🟢Best Qualification- Being able to get a good kill and get away with it, and then get good money from it and still keep her morals of being a rouge.

🟢Most important person in their life and why?- the person that fueled her beliefs

🟢House environment- c a t s, and sometimes disorganized

🟢Childhood crush- Ariel, Maleficent, Eric, Prince Charming, Megamind (idk man-), betty boop

•Family•

🔵Mother- Jenny Hailz; died from disease

🔵Father- David Hailz; died from being killed by Vanadee- the beginning of her rogue/ vigilante life

🔵Siblings- Luke Hailz; still alive but no contact with Vanadee because he was favored child of David with a different women named Millie Abbot- who Vanadee also kills and is Gore's first official kill publicly.

🔵Relationship with family?- no contact

🔵Any children? Do they want any?- no

🔵Pets- cats

🔵Extended Family- no

🔵Close to family?- no

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie- Probably a horror movie

🟣Least Favorite Movie-Twilight series

🟣Favorite Book- Song of Achilles

🟣Least Favorite Book- The Lottery

🟣Favorite Holiday- n/a

🟣Least Favorite Holiday- Catholic/ over celebrated holidays

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Siren

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- tooth Fairies

•Abilities and Bias'•

⚪️Affiliation- anti hero or rouge

⚪️Powers- bone manipulation, acid manipulation

⚪️Powers limitations- Has to either scavenge for bones from dead animals/ people or use her own ( which isn't comfortable and sometimes hurts depending on which bone, also very sensitive to touch) and has to eat acidic food to use acid abilities

⚪️Weaknesses- being near a symbiote, more weak if it's a symbiote from her universe

⚪️Allies- Orbit, Scarlet, Z spider, Ghost

⚪️How well known are they?- Really well in there universe and the one she's in now a little bit less

⚪️Costume-

(used as a tail)

(Not her own ribs- wrapped around outfit )

(Just the enlarged legs of a spider)

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- yeah

⚪️Alias- Gore the rouge

⚪️Weapons- guns and knives of herself, she can use a lot of different type of weapons

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- a small walk-in talkie looking device that tells her where crime is, a device to detect symbiotes nearby, and a badge to show to other O.P.A.C. members

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- Constant migraines from being near symbiotes and being an alcoholic

⚪️Fears- succumbing to Carnage's games, being fired from O.P.A.C.,

⚪️Motivations- getting bigger within O.P.A.C.'s ranks and to over come her weaknesses.

⚪️Why do they do what they do?- To get money and to spite the Hero/Villain system within the universe.

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses- constantly paranoid she's being watched by anyone ( and Carnage) and the feeling of not being worth it in any situation.

⚪️Rivals- Carnage and any symbiote

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- sometimes she finds people on dating apps but it usually doesn't work/ end well/ bc carnage kills them.

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- "I am Gore. The silent killer and agent of O.P.A.C."

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- probably other marvel universes bc that's what happens in her book

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Compassionate and heavy

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- When her mom died from not being able to afford medication for her illness, she felt even more hatred for her father who is a rich government official- a major reason she hates how the government is and societal rules

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- Be immune to symbiotes, make Carnage not exist, make her rich

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?- The siege perilous because then she could get off the island easily

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- "If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point?"

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- Alcohol, bc it brings her a relief from life; an escapism

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? Were they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?- Yes,yes, don't feel guilty anymore- they see it as work now

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- chalk and pencil led

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- a full week because being a rouge is very time consuming and they don't have time too do it, they may feel dirty but stress causes her to keep on trudging through her days ( 1 week is the max tho)

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?- in the hamper and darks, whites, and towels have there own hamper

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?- closed and locked, paranoia keeps them up if they don't lock it

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?- probably take the day off from all her duties and her human job so she doesn't have to deal with the conversations about it.

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- a salad. There basic.

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- if they wanna revisit the series she might.

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?- she wouldn't wanna know bc she would be paranoid.

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?- any phonk song in general

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- yeah probably

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- all the time

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- savory and spicy- anything acidic tho

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- no they don't have time too, they do take them to animal shelters every chance they get.

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- get it done asap.

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?- cold as fuck

⚫️Do they daydream?- at home yes not during work tho.

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- depends. If she's upgrading gadgets for her rouge life then it needs to be cleaner, but she works at a butcher shop so that's messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- yeah but there in storage.

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?- Alcohol and sometimes tv series

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?- depends on the person...

⚫️ if they're alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?- She would probably get in rouge attire and beat the shit out of the person

⚫️ if they're lost what is the first thing they do?- check for cell service and or use compass

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?- Furries on a biscuit

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Drink poison to avoid Carnage

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic but when shes near Carnage he can tell

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Brief run down of an important moment for the character, can be anything-

She works for a organization in her universe that functions like shield, but the shield in her universe is corrupt

(works with the government)so they go by a different name: "O.P.A.C."

Organization of Protection and Chaos

They have the Siege Perilous in there possession which allows them travel dimensions, they connected it through a machine that allowed them to have access to the other universes for as long as the machine ran. They then sent members to as many universes as they could that was suitable and basically made groups of the organization in many parts of the multiverse to make sure they were successful and able to protect civilians and people with powers.

Gore's part in O.P.A.C. is that of a hit man, she kills people that gets in the way and she also functions as a protector of there siege perilous if O.P.A.C in their universe ever fails. Gore gets paid for her job at O.P.A.C.

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Short run down of there storyline-

This OC was made for the purpose of a self insert for a friends story which changes often but this is the main gist of the storyline- or actually a draft of the prologue of the story

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Gore's Pov

The sound of claws scraping on pavement became quicker and closer, my boots slamming on the ground as I made my aching body go faster and swifter with each turn and leap. My light headache soon became a migraine in seconds, and nausea was trying to throw me to the ground with my growing fear and annoyance- along with stubborn frustration. I forced my body forward, taking sharp turns and leaping from the roofs of building to building, trying to gain some distance from the red psychopathic symbiote enveloped host named Cletus Kassidy. Every single turn and leap I made, every single time, he lunged forward to try and get his clawed hands or his symbiotic tendrils on me, he would let out animalistic screeches and snarls of delight. Sadly, Carnage enjoyed the thrill of the chase, that's what I had learned all those months back when we had our first encounter. That monster knew my weakness, which where symbiotes and their hosts just like him, and he tried to take advantage of it with every movement either of us took in this cat and mouse chase of ours.

He tried to make another lunge for me, but I changed my pace and took a quick dive off the building I was on, mentally cursing at the fact I have the siege perilous on my person since I was protecting it. this growing space allowed me some strength to use my bone like structures to make more turns and parkour maneuvers to try and confuse my pursuer, even if it didn't last long because Carnage constantly was trying to close the distance. But he was able to find me within what felt like seconds of precious time for me.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP RUNNING FROM US GORE! ~ YOU KNOW WE WILL AND ALWAYS WILL FIND YOU!!" Carnage hollered from what felt like mere inches from me but was around 6 feet behind my every move. I could hear him clawing his way up buildings, as well as using his tendrils to get up and over buildings and the vast number of surfaces on New York building tops. Often glass shattering could be heard as well as the heavy thuds of his footsteps- most likely damaging the surfaces beneath him. I just grumble curses under my canine skull that I used as a mask with my distorted voice. The mutant's voice was always playful, it made me feel mocked and threatened. I don't like being mocked or threatened by anyone, let alone a symbiote.

I continue the repetitive cycle of climbing up a new building, keeping myself quick and agile enough even in my migraine afflicted state to dodge any potential attacks from my pursuer. I occasionally miss my footing, getting me hit or almost snatched by a red tendril from Carnage, usually leading to him squealing in glee like a high school cheerleader getting asked out for prom. But his tendrils never snatch me quick enough or grip me tight enough, it didn't even slow me down, it just pushes my determination to move quicker from him.

And as if tunnel vision takes hold of me in my state of peril, I realize I was climbing up the biggest skyscraper of New York; the One World Trade Center. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach, panic, and rage bubbling within me. It only got worse when I could hear Carnage scraping the windows with his claws. like nails on a chalkboard, as if digging in deeper to get to me even quicker and lunge forward even farther. Like he was enjoying the hunt.

It was like I was at a stalemate mentally; I had no possible way of nose diving off the One World Trade Center and surviving, my abilities were too weak and even with them I wouldn't survive the fall. I'd die and be flattened like a fucking pancake!

'How will I escape this psycho freak?!' I thought with a snarl of pain and frustration while dodging a tendril that broke a window right next to my canine skull mask, I could feel the satisfaction emanating from him because he could sense my panic as if his symbiote had a 20th sense associated towards me, while I could sense symbiotes through migraines or headaches along with extreme emotions from them. And we had been going at this chase for ages when I noticed the sun was setting! The sky was in a huge range of colors as the sun began to set on New York's silhouette, as if the world was pleased and happy to know my downfall was eminent.

Eventually I managed to scramble up to the top of the One World Trades Center rooftop, heaving for breath from the migraine and the sheer effort I put into doing that whole stunt of scaling it in under an hour. But my moment to breathe was not something I was lucky enough to be granted apparently, because I had bolted to the other side of the rooftop of the One World Trade Center as Carnage made it to the top merely a couple heartbeats after me. Carnage lets out a low growl, tendrils whipping behind the 7'2 mass of a mostly red and black veined symbiote- slender yet fit in an uncanny way the symbiotes gave their hosts in such a form.

I just scoot even farther to the edge till I feel like if I take one step back, I will plummet to my death, which got me a crooked grin and distorted giggle from the freak.

"Dear- "Carnage began to coo in a voice that was a mixture of Cletus and the symbiote itself, taking a slow step closer to my body that was standing on the defensive as I glare daggers at him from behind the canine skull mask. I cut them off before they could continue their attempts to lure me closer, "DON'T call me that. It's GORE to you and your goddamn symbiote!" I snarl in the distorted voice I spoke in behind my canine skull mask. I had installed technology to distort my voice since it was different enough someone might recognize me while I'm not being the vigilante/mercenary Gore, as well as some other added bonuses- like head straps that would activate if my bone manipulation was at a point I couldn't keep the mask melded to my face. But even with this additional protection to keep the skull affixed to my face, I kept my distance as much as I could that I might have a chance to lessen the horrid migraine I got near symbiotes within a 6-foot radius or get my abilities back, so I had some sort of chance of getting out without getting either snatched up by Carnage or bitten- and hopefully fucking not unmasked!

My harsh response only got a gleeful laugh from both the symbiote and Cletus the host in their Carnage form, it made me cringe under my canine skull mask. The completely white eyes of the symbiote narrow, the sun setting barely affects its vision as it solely was on me; its prey of almost 4 months now that it's never gotten to kill or taint in some way. The sun almost made the white eyes glisten like white opals, but that THING doesn't deserve such complements or kindness, especially when it was a psycho murderer and alien stalking bitch! Its eyes looked me over as if they were memorizing my every curve as it stood there silently with a sharp toothed grin, it made me self-aware of my outfit in a way that enraged me. It was only a goddamn black crop top, a cheap and worn-out purple hoodie that was now a dull purplish grey color after so many years of wearing it and putting it through a washer, and dark green cargo pants- and my usual accessories. Not like I was wearing something to gawk at!

My migraine only got worse as the seconds passed, as if my body was pleading for me to somehow figure out a fucking way out of this mess. The sun was still slowly setting behind us, the setting rays of light giving my body some warmth in this spine-chilling moment of being in my stalkers grasp. And that feeling of this being not a win for me... but for Carnage.

When I got no answer besides him licking his pearly whites that looked sharp as shit, and a low purr from definitely checking me out, I say a very stern and annoyed "What. Do. You. Want. From. ME. Carnage?" Carnage smirks and his eyes widened, he could probably hear how badly that migraine was hurting me currently and probably can see even as I stood my ground my limbs were slowly starting to tremble. I always had an unspoken rule that I'd never address Carnage as his name, or by his human name Cletus, because he never calls me my vigilante alias name, Gore. So, he was probably a bit smug when I finally said his villain alias name.

"Ohh Dove I thought you never say it! ~" He says in a mock giddy fashion, which was one of the most stupid responses he has given me, and Carnage has told me a lot of dumb responses over these 4 months. I scoff and cross my arms in defiance and roll my eyes, they almost glow from behind my canine skull mask and are imitated by the technology to look like two rings of light blue that it's close to white, it gives me an intimidation factor- besides the fact I could literally melt someone alive or snap their neck with just a thought.. with the exception of symbiotes, of course.

He looked like he was ACTUALLY going to explain why he had been going after me for months, so I begrudgingly stayed silent to listen.

"Well..." He started dramatically, clasping his clawed hands together with a glint of mischief. "The reason WE'VE been chasing you for the past," he emphasized the 'we' part since I never really like to acknowledge the symbiote of Cletus even if they were sort of one body with two minds that were very bonded, I always addressed them in a singular sense.

He pretended to count his claws, even some tendrils for a second before continuing, "Pursuing you on this fine evening for 2 hours, 30 minutes, and 26 seconds... is because WE are veryyy interested in your abilities, you feisty lil thing~ we feel can help you reach your full potential by making you stronger and figure out why you tremble under all symbiotic presences... we find it very flattering you're already trembling, and we haven't even hit the 10-minute mark of this standstill!" Carnage purrs with a teasing grin, which makes me groan in annoyance and roll my eyes.

"How the fuck does my abilities even resemble your symbiote, you Crimson Fucker?! I don't have red tentacles flying out my ass! Nor do I have a full-on body suit of a symbiote!"

I growl in protest from behind the canine skull mask, my breath slowly getting more labored from the horrid migraine. Carnage cackles like I'm the best comedian he has ever seen or heard in New York, "You're such a funny little thing, Dove! ~" even the symbiote seems to laugh in this burst of what seemed to be laughter.

"But still! Think about it! You have VERY similar claws to us, so sharp and made to tear the flesh of our enemies apart like its air! The spider-like bone legs, albeit close to that Iron Spider fool's design, represent my tendrils but in a more solid and less slimy sense. AND your able to match us symbiotes in a battle in your strength even when weakened by a pesky migraine." Carnage ranted, his hands moving as he spoke flamboyantly like he was a commercial seller trying to get me to buy his shitty product, but before I could even react, he shot those knock off webs at me. I snarled in a yelp of pissed off annoyance and shock over something I really shouldn't be shocked by, and as I try to at least dodge the tendrils... It was too late, my migraine afflicted state wasted precious seconds of my time staggering to not fall of the One World Trade Center, getting me caught by my villainous stalker.

'By the gods I'm so weak, I won't last 5 minutes even staying conscious FUCKING HELL-'I think to myself.

I was internally screaming as the webs managed to get a grip onto my torso- the webs form into tendrils in a matter of seconds, and it wrapped around my arms and chest in a binding so tight no human even with super powered abilities could escape. Then with this makeshift webbing and tendril in Carnage's symbiote hand, he tightly grips it as I thrash to escape, yanking it like hair to his massive body. I whipped across the top of the One World Trade Center like a ragdoll and slammed into the symbiotic covered chest of Cletus, who was grinning smugly as it all just went like he and his symbiote had planned.

I was in the arms of my fucking stalker. Great. The webbing and tendrils come off me and retreat into the large Carnage form, my restraints now traded out with the arms of my captor. He holds me tightly to him with a smile on its slimy symbiotic face, purring and holding me like a child would hold a new toy. I squirmed violently, "LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH- "I snarl as I glare at Carnage with rage from behind the canine skull mask that hid my identity.

"What the FUCK are you doing?! I thought we had a fucking silent agreement we were done fighting and chasing me around. And stop gripping me like it's the only thing keeping you SANE." I mumble, which gains a cocky grin from Carnage as he looks down at me from his 7'2 height, even though I only stood at around 5'9. "Oh, but you are the last thing keeping me sane, Mavis." Carnage chuckles darkly, I could feel the symbiote quivering in excitement. Mavis was a name that translated to songbird, which was basically another way of Carnage calling me Dove- which I absolutely despised him calling me.

It didn't take long before I stopped my futile struggle. my body was drained of its energy, like I got stepped on an elephant, it happened so quickly just by me getting pulled in such a tight embrace by a symbiote and its host. I thought I was going to pass out from how horrid the migraine was now; it was so bad I could feel my heart pounding in my head. I could feel my body slump to my dismay, it was no use to struggle- it would only make me pass out quicker which I didn't want. I glare at Carnage with my icy blue gaze, feeling weak like a newborn baby, which I hated so fucking much with a burning passion.

The symbiotes grip never waver, maybe even tightened slightly.

And it began to slowly sway when it realized my strength was diminished to me just staying awake. I slammed my eyes shut and moved my face away as my canine skull mask's panic feature enacted; straps shifted and wrapped around the back of my head firmly. I tried to come up with a way to stop the extreme pain of the migraine that consumed my head and made my body shake, as well as think of a way to get out of this fucker's grasp.

"As we were saying..." Carnage purred violently, causing me to feel the vibrations all the way down my spine in my own personal shiver. They continued to sway as if we were slowly dancing in the dark, which was partially true since it was only slivers of light of the sun from the sunset. "Your abilities intrigue us! Oh, how they do... sometimes, just occasionally as I think about you every time were not near, I wish I could make you overcome this weakness of yours. So, when we have another one of these delightful run-ins on each other's day, which is TOTALLY not planned by the way," I knew that was bullshit and that it was 99.99% of the time planned. But he continues,

"We could have a better cat and mouse chase which is also rewarding, because when I catch you. I could PIN. YOU. DOWN! And while you struggle in vain, writhing under me which is so hot..." Carnage drawls,

"I could examine each bone structure of yours, ranging from your mask... your talons... those spider-like bone legs... that human spine tail... oh I bet it would be wonders to run my hands and claws against them... thinking about it makes so overwhelmed with joy! But if I, did it..."

Carnage trails off as he began to lightly caress and stroke the ribcage that was over my chest and a little bit of my stomach, tracing shapes and outlining the entirety of ALL 24 OF MY RIBS. I shuddered and held back a couple foolish noises, the bone ligaments that were connected to me through my bone manipulation were quite sensitive to touch.

So, I bit my lip. Carnage continues to speak while swaying slowly, my body dead weight in his firm grasp due to how incapacitating my migraine was for me currently. "It's honestly fascinating, the rib cage you use from one of your victims even if you have your own set... very fashionable my dear but we think it look even hotter if they were splattered in your enemy's blood."

I scoff at the comment from behind my canine skull mask, and even that my voice distorter could pick up and distort for me thankfully. "Uhm, Hell no! Last I checked you are no fashion designer, and you have absolutely ZERO taste whatsoever.

And if you didn't know this already, asshole, blood is a nuisance to get off bones- it stains them, and I got to bleach those fuckers so their crisp white even from one little drop of blood on them. My alias as a vigilante is 'Gore' but I know where to draw the line in my line of work when it comes to bloodshed. I am NO villain, nor a goddamn hero, I'm the grey-zone! Vigilante, antihero, mercenary, whatever you wanna call it but I am not a fucking hero or villain! I only kill when I get paid, pursued, the heat of a fight, or when it's horrid scum that don't deserve to live anymore! So, NO, hell NO."

Carnage just laughs and shakes his head, holding me closer to him, one hand tracing lazy hearts against the ribcage on my upper body. "Oh, but yes! ~" Carnage coos playfully as he uses a tendril to lift the chin of my canine skull mask up to look at him directly.

I just glare at him with my icy blue eyes through the eyes of my canine skull I used as a mask, even though the eye space in the skull were covered by a black mechanical mesh that was see through from only my end and had an eye tracking system so the round white ovals could move with my eyes or narrow in a glare when I glared. I let out a low growl while Carnage smiled at me like the maniac he was, with such heavy intent that it made me shudder just barely, he knew I couldn't do much in his grasp and he clearly loved it.

"Oh Gore... Oh, my dear Gore..." I knew when he started to purr out my actual vigilante alias that I was in deep trouble, more than I already was. "Yes yes... You are that grey zone, morally ambiguous so you can do wrong things in the name of justice. Your title as the little mercenary that people can't rely on, or 'Gore the Vigilante' doesn't mean anything to me because.. Well... "

He pauses dramatically for suspense before continuing, "We are the same, you and me, no matter how much you deny it- the push and pull between us- the thrill of the chase... you know deep down that at the end of the day, you're going to have to choose like the rest of us have had to do at some point in our lives: be a villain or choose the hero lifestyle." I growl lowly at the mere prospect; I hated that thought of having to be fit into stereotypical boxes society deemed people to be in. but Carnage chuckles and keeps talking, clearly amuses by my reaction. "I know how both sides, the heroes and the villains, despise you for what you do- dread you even.

They don't like the fact you go against the grain, you're a black sheep among many blood-soaked woolly coats. But my beloved...~ I hear words from the other villains, including us, how they acknowledge your power and skills- your stubborn hotheadedness I've grown to know, and love isn't something heroes like. We know you're going to have to make a choice on what life you want to live. And from firsthand experience I know for sure that you were made to be a villain! Your ruthless, animalistic, quick and agile..." he pauses as Carnage leans down slightly, his hot breath against the side of my masked face sending chills down my spine as he coos mockingly.

"But that poor little migraine of yours is going to get in the way, isn't it? Dove? The one that's making you shake like a leaf right now, the thing that is in the way of your full potential. But I can help you, we can get rid of that pesky migraine- you just got to open up to me and trust me... and when you inevitably will, oh darling- OH my love! We can be the most feared in New York, the entire planet- hell even the entire UNIVERSE! The stupid Avengers wouldn't even be able to stop us, or SHIELD, or OPAC! Isn't that just so thrilling to think about? because we were meant to be. Gore and Carnage. See, even our names are similar! We'd make such a GOOD DUO my queen..."

Carnage rants in his double voice of Cletus and the symbiote he was the host to, the more he got into his words the more his grip lessened on me. Even his tendrils stopped touching me and his stupid swaying ended finally...

I saw my chance to escape, and I was going to use it.

I quickly elbowed Carnage into the chest, the sensation of touching the symbiote on Cletus's chest was like a painful ripple through my body due to the contact. I then shift myself to kick him in the shins before Carnage could catch his breath from me elbowing him hard in the chest, he stumbles back and with a rattling thump he falls on the rooftop of the One World Trade Center- his arms retracting from me from the sudden attack from me. I bolted to the other side of the rooftop, the last rays of sunlight over the cityscape casting an orange and red glow of warmth over me as I nosedive off the building. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gasped for breath. There was only one thing on my mind: get the hell away from Carnage.

The only noise that filled my ears was the wind from me free falling off that tall skyscraper,

as well as the sound of Carnage screaming in anger and dismay, "NO!!!" I could also hear the sound of him scrambling to leap off the building as well. But, luckily for me, I had distance from him. I could almost hear him repeating like a mantra under his breath, "I won't let you die, your mine, I won't let you get out of my grasp-" Carnage pushes himself farther, trying to use the skyscraper to get to me quicker as well as use his tendrils to try and snag me but he kept missing, which makes Carnage snarl and screech in frustration.

But I fell faster and faster, even if I was smaller than the hunk of that 7'2 symbiote and host I had an advantage from how I curled my body up to make myself fall quicker. I was still in a slight adrenaline and dazed state from being so close to Carnage, I couldn't produce any of my bone ligaments, even keeping my canine skull mask melded to my face was a hassle. It was like my life was passing through my eyes, I was going to die, or I was going to be caught by my psycho symbiote. I could hear Carnage snarling even more as if he could see how I was preparing to just... fall to my death, let fate take its course, and how even in my last moments I wouldn't give in to him.

But then I felt a pulsating, a sort of buzzing from withing my pocket, and before I knew it,

I was sucked into a portal just before a red, black veined clawed hand could grab me. I was in shock, the whirring colors going around me, the sound of Carnage fading into the air behind me as I continued to fall in a swirling tunnel of colors and noises of so many things yet so little for my mind to process. I was still in a sort of daze but somehow Carnage managed to also fall through the same exact portal as me, that persistent piece of shit! He somehow landed a tendril around my ankle just barely, but I thrashed and snarled under my mask, the gravity of this wormhole like portal was throwing me off kilter. It worked somehow, and that sick fuck got thrown out of the spiral of colors into an offshoot right next to it, I could hear his screams of frustration- the only sense of victory I could get out of this whole damn day: his distress and my freedom to live another day.

But, suddenly the portal opened, and soon disappeared in the sky above me like it was nothing but dust in the wind. I looked around from where I was as I fell that I probably got some whiplash. it looked like New York- but... not really New York city how I knew it. The Avengers tower wasn't a sleek silver color with the A symbol being torn off and broken, it was blue and still seemed to be functioning.

And.. a Oscorp tower, what the hell is that!?-

Even the cars looked uncanny to me, it was unnerving and confusing, especially with my heart pounding in my head from a mixture of adrenaline and a massive migraine that was slowly fading since I wasn't near Carnage anymore which was like an instant relief to my exhausted body.

"Where the hell-"I muttered from behind my canine skull mask, the voice distortion technology faltering slightly before my eyes widen as I felt my body slam against something hard with a loud thunk of what sounded like some sort of metal bar. And all faded into a peaceful and migraine free darkness...

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•Basic Information•

🔴Name-

🔴Age-

🔴Sexuality-

🔴Gender-

🔴Species-

🔴Nicknames-

🔴Reason for nicknames-

🔴From a Fandom?-

🔴Zodiac sign-

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color-

🟠Hair type and length-

🟠Eye color-

🟠Skin tone-

🟠Face shape-

🟠Body type-

🟠Birthmarks-

🟠Scars-

🟠Predominant features-

🟠Height-

🟠Dominant hand-

🟠Hair Style-

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories-

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why-

🟠Allergies-

🟠Glasses?-

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?-

🟠Tattoos-

•Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style-

🟡Quirks-

🟡Positive traits-

🟡Negative traits-

🟡Drives/Motivation-

🟡Sense of Humor-

🟡Private or Public?-

🟡Leader or Follower?-

🟡Daredevil or cautious?-

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?-

🟡Speaker or Listener?-

🟡Accent-

🟡Voice Claims-

🟡Theme Song(s)-

🟡Temperament-

🟡Talents-

🟡Flaws-

🟡Loud or quiet?-

🟡messy or organized?-

🟡solo or team player?-

🟡introvert or extrovert?-

🟡relaxed or serious?-

🟡What will always make them cry?-

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?-

🟡What will make them Smile?-

•Background•

🟢Hometown-

🟢Social Class-

🟢Education-

🟢First memory-

🟢Worst memory-

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by-

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone-

🟢Do they want to move and where?-

🟢Type of childhood-

🟢Upbringing-

🟢Best Qualification-

🟢Most important person in there life and why?-

🟢House environment-

🟢Childhood crush-

•Family•

🔵Mother-

🔵Father-

🔵Siblings-

🔵Relationship with family?-

🔵Any children? Do they want any?-

🔵Pets-

🔵Extended Family-

🔵Close to family?-

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?-

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie-

🟣Least Favorite Movie-

🟣Favorite Book-

🟣Least Favorite Book-

🟣Favorite Holiday-

🟣Least Favorite Holiday-

🟣Favorite Mythological creature-

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature-

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation-

⚪️Powers-

⚪️Powers limitations-

⚪️Weaknesses-

⚪️Allies-

⚪️How well known are they?-

⚪️Costume-

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?-

⚪️Alias-

⚪️Weapons-

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech-

⚪️Physical Weaknesses-

⚪️Fears-

⚪️Motivations-

⚪️Why do they do what they do?-

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses-

⚪️Rivals-

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes-

⚪️Do they have a known quote?-

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?-

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?-

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?-

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?-

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?-

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?-

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?-

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?-

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?-

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?-

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?-

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?-

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?-

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?-

⚫️do they re read books they already have?-

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?-

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?-

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?-

⚫️Do they crack there joints?-

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?-

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?-

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?-

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?

⚫️Do they daydream?-

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?-

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?-

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?-

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?-

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?-

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?-

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?-

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?-

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