#i love my larping madness

[echo]

whattt a tumblr tag post game??? amazing!!

Tagged by: @theromaboo

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better! (eds note: rules are only guidelines unless enforced by violence, you do you)

Relationship Status: putting sexual/romantic relationships in a separate category from my other relations is against my ethos as a relationship anarchist and is a capitalist colonialist tool of oppression (AKA it's complicated)

Favorite Color: the void between the stars

Song Stuck in Head: well it's only #7 for the past month's spotify stats but Reunion by Linea Aspera fuckin' bops

Last Song I Listened To: Love is God by Minuit Machine bc french dark wave is great tho tbh i'd recc DRGS more if you don't know them

Three Favorite Foods: sushi ofc, fried chicken, chocolate. tho tbh i'm the kind of person who has less of a fave and more wants to try new things endlessly?? i'd prefer this question was more three strangest foods altho the cultural perspectives of "strange" would have complications hrmmmm

Last Thing I Googled: ethylene glycol bc a science fiction series i'm reading mentioned using it as a replacement for gunpowder and i went what??? and looked into it and it doesn't seem feasible but also my chemistry knowledge is limited to Nile Red putting things in his mouth

Dream Trip: alpha centauri. but i'd settle for new zealand?

Anything I Want Right Now: an end to capitalism, but mostly maia crimew to be CEO of tumblr for at least a week

Tagging: @cyle, @jv, @defiledcinephile bc anyone who is a Fern fan is good in my book, @ex bc all my cool coworkers use two character blog names apparently, @moonriot, @non-threatening-feminist-boy as that blog name is majestic, @maveriquemagpie, @rockemsockemrocket, @blowery, and @kat

optional extra credit questions i'm making up bc those are boring:

Pets: two tinyyyy kitties, Missy and Molly! they are the size of ~6mo kittens but are 5 and 4 yo respectively. pics available on request.

Favorite hobby (current or desired): wellll i run queer parties and that's a ton of fun but exhausting, but i guess that's a hobby bc i don't like profit or anything. but also that's kinda work- i also do larps around the world, so far i think it's been six countries and counting! my favorite was the one i played a courtesan in a game that was a Marxist reading of Hamlet i think.

Best article of clothing: i have a leather harness that looks like a ribcage with giant spikes in the spine! it's made with rainbow black patent leather (like an oilslick) and gold rivets w/ little stars. it's custom made and sexy af

What do you want your funeral to be: i want my friends to have a secret magical ritual and commit gay crimes by hiding my ashes in construction sites around nyc so my bones are integrated in this city and my ghost can dwell here till there is no city left

i spent way too long on this post but its technically work bc i am on tumblr right? ....right??

[sschmendrick]

I have too much on my to do list for next year.

Get in a volleyball club. Learn how to play the drums. 4 months internship. Then I gotta find a job starting January (hopefully in a warehouse with a sound equipment company). Get back into drawing (and learn). Get a new tattoo. Get my driver's licence. Find a way to live on my own next year. Go back to making clothes and make them fantasy this time. Play and DM for D&D (finallly, let's hope). Keep learning portuguese.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Therapy Vs. Power Fantasy

Like a sage delving through cursed tomes to discover lost truths I recently I stumbled into some of the danker corners of the internet and abzorbed some absolutely vile takes. One of the recurring themes that popped up was people with rancid personal beleifs taking aim at the newer generations of TTRPG players (d&d and otherwise) for finding personal meaning or catharsis in their games, and how these new gamers were spoiled children who were getting overinvested.

Of course, they contrasted this "bitch" behavior there's a lot of other mysoginistic, homophobic, and ableist slurs they like to throw in when youtube TOS isn't looking with the badass way they play the game, like they've been doing ever since they were kids, like they still do in their playrooms mancaves away from all those pissbabies and girl feelings.

This got me thinking, specifically about power fantasies, how vunrability relates to art, and how repressed men are terrified of seeming weak, and how the early d&d lore is laregely based around childhood or adolesent fears.

The tie between media illiteracy and conservatism is nothing new. To enjoy art, you have to open yourself to it, to the chance of elation or disapointment or challenge, to let it resonate with you in ways you can't nessisarily predict or control. The fascist conservative only likes art that reinforces who they perceive themselves to be, strokes their ego, and confirms their biases about how the world should be.

It's very telling then that when you see chuds talking shit about younger d&d players, they often throw "therapy" around as an insult, because much in the same way that art can touch something inside you, therapy is about challenging your ingranned self image, toxic ego, and beleifs... all things that chuds consider vital to their sense of self.

This is not to say that a power fantasy can't be theraputic: a good portion of my own writing is about vicariously smashing broken systems and ousting the corruption of the world.. but there's a fundimental difference in the power fantasy of raising your fist against unjust power and the fantasy of being the boot inflicting that power downwards on those you dislike.

What the chuds are trying to do here is use d&d (or whatever OSR itteration they've decided to parasite this week) as a balm for their insecurity, not ask questions about WHY they're scared of being weak, or what strength really is, but to have a space where they can larp as being the ubermench real MEN they've always fallen short of IRL.

They're people who were bullied and ostrasized, and like good little bootlickers they've decided that the only thing wrong with their abuse was that they were the ones on the reciving end. Part of the reason they're so upset that this new generation of players is so "woke" is because the "woke" players refuse to put up with them being assholes, dening them the chance to establish themselves as the new top-rung in the abuser hierarchy.

Also, before I sign off, mad love to my friends in the OSR community, I know you have to put up with an above average number of these dipshits and while you prefer a different style of game to mine I know we're all fighting the good fight for a better, more welcoming TTRPG hobby.

[indierpgnewsletter]

New TTRPGs on Itch.io for October and November

Another regularly scheduled roundup of games that have been released on itch.io that caught my eye over the last two months. Usual disclaimer that I haven’t really read or played these games; they just seem cool based on the pitch alone. Also, most of them now come to me by people using this form.

In no particular order:

RAD: A Mausritter-style OSR game set in a post-nuclear fallout Soviet Russia. (Hipólita)

Five Fires: A game about being a hip-hop whose art can change the world. This is a free ashcan of a game that has been in development for a long time. (Quinn Murphy)

Tabletop Gone Mad: This game features Madlibs-style adventure sheets where you all sit down and make it up together and that alone seems fun as hell. (Linnie Schnell, Twice Rolled Tales)

Ara Ġejja l-Mewt Għalik: A game about the personification of death in Maltese folklore. Uses blindfolds and spinners! (Għar Gremxul)

// electric sheep //: A solo journalling game where you document (made-up) dreams and make friends. I found the idea of a playalong audio version really neat. (Skylar K. Swift)

Vanity: Glass & Stone: A solo game inspired by Snow White and Medusa where you explore a labyrinth of mirrors, trying to outrun a curse. Based on the Wretched & Alone system so you play with a jenga tower. (Marco A. Torres)

Sound Check: A Firebrands-hack about being in a band. You rehearse, party, fool around, and get ready for the big show. (Misha Grifka Wander and Envi Wiklund)

Insatiable Cravings: A two-person game where one person plays a ravenous monster and the other person is making a meal for them. Supposed to be half-sexy, half-spooky is my read. (J Strautman)

Meet Me Where I Am: This is a larp-ish game about intimacy and negotiating boundaries that is clearly very personal. (Morgan Eilish)

Salvager’s Isle: A supplement for Bump in the Dark, a lovely monster of the week and blades in the dark hybrid game. This has three scenarios or adventures all set in the same weird location, Salvager’s Isle. (Mynar Lenahan)

[ducktracy]

are you anti "sour-puss" daffy? that characterization of him is the primary one in my head. like duck amuck is epitome of daffy in my mind.

CRACKS KNUCKLES SO LOUDLY THEY EXPLODE. i’m giving my “HEADS UP THIS WILL LIKELY BE EXHAUSTIVE” warning now because i love love love love love love love love any chance to talk and analyze and pontificate about the duck. TLDR: YES AND NO

SO. i don’t consider myself “anti sour-puss” so much as i would consider my stance “if Daffy has to be more egocentric and miserly than he usually is then i prefer a very specific set of circumstances for this to be the case”. i have warmed up to the Jones and Freleng duck of the ‘50s onward CONSIDERABLY in recent years—there was a point where i just refused to touch any Daffy short made after a certain point because i knew it would make me frustrated and sad and mad and that’s, respectfully, ridiculous!

it took me watching the Speedy and Daffy cartoons to realize that Daffy in THOSE shorts is what i thought Daffy was in the Jones and Freleng shorts. it dwindles a bit over time (compare how he behaves in The Hunting Trilogy to something like Ali-Baba Bunny, which is a short i still have yet to come around to for that reason—i don’t like the “MINE MINE MINE GO GO GO DOWN DOWN DOWN” duck very much and my issue was that i thought he behaved that way in every single cartoon after a certain point which is thankfully incorrect!), but there’s still some nuance. by the time we’re getting to shorts where Daffy is saying “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO STARVE ON MY PROPERTY” is when i fully throw in the towel lol

another thing that’s helped me warm up is the realization that Daffy’s personality change is not nearly as objective as it’s made out to be. he has always had an ego, he’s always been reckless, impulsive, and yes, this absolutely includes the ‘30s shorts! Chuck’s Duck is Chuck’s Duck from day one with the line “not bad for a guy that never took a lesson in his life!”.

Scalp Trouble has Daffy on an ego trip fancying himself as an army general (and there is a legitimate, honest to god small dick metaphor joke in that short because he has this huge giant sword sheath that is indiscreetly phallic in design, only to reveal a tiny little dagger), ordering people around and essentially LARPing in this role we immediately know is way too big for him. and when it comes time to battle, what does he do but spend the majority of his time cowering in a corner.

he’s always had these traits! maybe they’re a bit more primitive earlier on, some other traits are a greater priority. but Drip-Along Daffy is one of my favorite Chuck Jones shorts because it’s basically a sequel to The Great Piggy Bank Robbery. and you could argue the same with Duck Dodgers! all shorts have him fantasizing about a hero role that is clearly too big for him to fill, and he is absolutely getting the biggest kick out of assuming this role. Drip-Along is still early enough to also have this sort of innocence and unflappability (that may more accurately be described as delusion or ignorance): when Daffy gets no reception whatsoever in the bar, instead of screaming at everyone to look at him, he just marches to the next order of business and indulges in his next part of his fantasy. this NEVER would have happened had the short come out 5-10 years after when it did.

likewise, the Daffy of the ‘50s and ‘60s is still insane, it’s just a different manifestation of how that’s the case. earlier on, he’s a bit more visibly unhinged. his HOOHOOHOOing fits are a catharsis that you can just FEEL crawling up his throat and dying to get out, and in the really early shorts you can see this sort of half and half battle between cognizance and succumbing to insanity (The Daffy Doc and Porky’s Last Stand especially come to mind). it’s an insanity that relieves itself through sheer manic catharsis. as time goes on, he matures a bit, he knows how to keep better wraps on it; the manners in which he gratifies his impulses just shifts.

and also, Daffy can still very much be a sourpuss early on! Bob McKimson’s Daffy, whose interpretation is very integral in my sort of mental default of who Daffy is, can be very bitter and cynical in particular! or, again, early shorts like The Daffy Doc or Scalp Trouble where he’s more argumentative and his ego is clearly much more tender.

the seeds of what Daffy would become have all been planted, and so that’s allowed me to bristle a bit less and lower my haunches. and i am making more progress in coming around to the later shorts! i’ve been on a Chuck Jones kick recently and been watching lots of Chuck Jones Daffy shorts and enjoying them. i love Drip-Along, Duck Dodgers, Duck Amuck, Deduce You Say, Robin Hood Daffy—i’ve even come around to Rabbit Seasoning which is kind of NUTS to me because there was awhile where i was acting like Bugs and Daffy shorts killed my firstborn. “pronoun trouble” is an inside joke with my friend and dear lord i laugh every time at Daffy’s reactions to Elmer falling for Bugs’ drag act, and the ENDING!!!! omg. i love it. i’ve come around to Beanstalk Bunny as well! it’s a great short!! in getting to know the duck better and understanding how nuanced his development is, i’ve gone a bit softer which is good.

i was just chatting about this recently—i think most of the thorns in my side come from the Daffy and Bugs pair-ups. what i like best and get most out of each character, i get none of when they’re together. i’d rather see Bugs behaving and doing something else, and the same for Daffy. i’m not opposed to a sourpuss Daffy so much as i really don’t like seeing him suffer. i feel like the Bugs and Daffy shorts “punch down” a bit more on him, and i still haven’t found a way to really properly articulate this… i’ll just copy and paste what i was saying the other day here:

Daffy earlier on has all the traits above we talked about, but the difference is that he isn’t really shamed for them outright? of course we’re meant to laugh at his cowardice as he says “go… back… in again….” to the giant towering rat gangster he screamed at to confront him, we’re of course supposed to laugh at the asininity and selfishness of him dodging the draft and taking the Little Man From the Draft Board down with him by locking him in a safe and suffocating him. Daffy isn’t exactly meant to be a role model (but that still doesn’t stop me from finding his bombasm and exuberance and zest for life extremely empowering!), but there’s less narrative pushback against it. seeing Daffy be Daffy and have every action be interrupted by another character rolling their eyes going “oh brother” is where i have a problem, it just sucks the air out of the room for me. especially when Daffy is made to feel ashamed or beaten down for this as well. that’s why i enjoy shorts like Beanstalk Bunny or Drip-Along so much, ending with stuff like “it’s a living!” or being contented in his new position that is often very degrading and a direct consequence of his impulsiveness. a huge part of Daffy’s charm for me is his resilience (even if that equates to ignorance at times), if he wants something he will go to absolutely asinine lengths to get it! and i love that! his drive is so admirable! and i just feel like after awhile that resilience is lost. the issue isn’t that Daffy is a loser, as he’s lost quite a bit before that—moreso, he doesn’t have that good humor about being a loser anymore

I’M ALMOST DONE I PROMISE. but my tags in that video post, as i said in them, i watched The Million Hare the other day which is a short i very much dislike. and it’s not really out of anger or “UUUURGH NOT MY DAFFY”, but moreso it just makes me SO. DAMN. DEPRESSED.

this is the most soul sucking image i’ve ever seen. i get genuinely sad that the cartoons have devolved to starting with “characters watching TV because they’re too bored to do anything, and Bugs just joins him”. no part of this is the resilient, impulsive, manic, pleasure seeking duck that carried us through the past few decades. and this certainly doesn’t represent the wily, impish, inciting rabbit of the past few decades either! Bugs has a greater excuse since i know there’s the pattern of his domestication and Jones’ rule of Bugs minding his own business before being provoked, etc. but man. this image just represents all of my problems with the later shorts and dynamics. the characters are hollow and so are the stories and the directors are checked out or moving onto greater things, and i think all of that just coagulates and manifests in the characters.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I CAN SAY but i’m finally realizing i’ve gone on way way way too long and don’t even know if i answered the question all that well LOL. don’t even get me started on “modern”interpretations of Daffy… [starts ranting about how TLTS killed my family for the 80th time as i’m gently lured into the nursing home].

BUT! to answer your question! i’m not really opposed to a more cynical and conceited duck because those traits have always been there, just in varying degrees of intensity. my ideal duck is definitely one locked in the ‘40s—Frank Tashlin and Bob Clampett’s Daffy have always been my favorite, but i’ve sort of adopted a coagulation of Art Davis, Bob McKimson, Norm McCabe and Friz Freleng’s duck as my mental default. i am extremely protective and loving and fanatical of Daffy, i love him more than any cartoon character and i resonate with him more than any cartoon character! i bet he too would also spend an hour typing up a diatribe on his character evolution and how he’s been sorely misrepresented. maybe. Daffy is one of the most varied characters of all time, and it’s really hard to pin him down for this reason. i like a duck that best has a bit of a balance between his traits, and i get more chafed when he’s made more narrow and transparent and just “flanderized” (for lack of a better word) to one or two tropes that then speak louder than his character. i prefer shorts that are more sympathetic and celebratory of Daffy rather than admiring how funny he is as a loser. which, he is funny! but IUNNO. i like a more upbeat and resilient and charming duck, and he can be all of these things later on, but it unfortunately does get fleeting

[lakesbian]

can i have more briantaylor thoughts <3 i like them

i love that one of their first interactions is brian explaining his hyperfixation in beating your ass to taylor while absolutely stoked that she's invested in learning how to properly break every bone in someone's body, unlike all these OTHER lazy unprofessional jerks he works with, and then later she successfully takes a pointer from him on how to strangle someone and he calls her fucking. Good Girl. about it. while completely oblivious to the fact that he likes her. what the hell is wrong with him. down so bad he's in the earth's core. AND HE THINKS SHE COULD BE LIKE A SISTER TO HIM. BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY FRAME OF REFERENCE HE HAS FOR "GIRL I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT/LIKE." it's kind of hard to adequately summarize how funny they are. even my Top Hit posts about it don't capture everything. his mental monologue about realizing he likes her involves talking about how she could never be a trophy wife because she's weird and looks like a bug. he's 100% mad that she's more competent him, because he's a misogynist, but he also gets so [said politely] agitated from watching her defeat people with the systematically brutal force of a million well-organized bugs that he probably needs to be given sedatives about it. he thinks it's cute and charming that she cleans her naked ass body off with a Swarm of Bugs after they fuck. you know he's had spiders on his dick and you know the worst part is that he didnt really mind and in fact kind of misses the girl who put them there. its just like. It's so indescribably fantastic that his character is defined by desperately LARPing being normal & positing himself to be the team's straight guy straight guy who exasperatedly puts up with all these loose cannons, and he is Pathologically Attracted to this girl who looks like an anthropomorphized daddy long legs and cant go 3 seconds without murdering a police director. absolutely life-ruinous taylor hebert event. i have to confess i need to perform more actual analysis about them as i reread but theyre just like. conceptually speaking. so funny.

[klabauters]

Ok so one of my groups, the Righteous, play a band of ne'er-do-wells who are more or less owned and financed by a wealthy merchant. We solve his problems, he bails us out. And when he doesn't have problems to solve we supply our own. It's like being someone's goon squad except the goon squad comes up with their own evil masterplans when their boss is busy, it's fabulous.

Now. We've done a lot of bullshit and pissed off a lot of characters, but we've also, on occasion, taken things a wee bit far and gotten into out-of-game trouble over it. A non-conclusive list:

when someone waltzed into the tavern and asked for lord such-and-such, a girl from our group jumped up and declared "yes! That's me!". She then turned to our bard and said "And this is my fair lady!". For some reason they were taken seriously, and told to go attend a trial where they were called in as witnesses as lord and lady such-and-such. Things went sideways when the actual lord showed up. The attendants of the trial later told us that they felt ridiculed, which is fair, except they never questioned why lord such-and-such was a girl in a corset with a giant fascinator on her head, and his lady was a buff guy wearing chainmail. I know these people, they're not progressive enough to suspend their disbelief enough to swallow a gnc pair of nobles

Group of our folks got sent on a mission, where they were asked if they were from kingdom so-and-so. They said yes, despite being decked out in all the wrong colors and coats of arms. It turned into a comically significant sideplot where they became ambassadors for that kingdom in the land of one of the npc factions. I.... kind of get why literally everyone got so mad about this. However we could've just, yknow, been sent to in-game court instead of getting angry emails about it. jfc

Sparked a "does kink belong in larp?" debate because we attended an in-game dog show. The dogs were all just people in dog costumes who had to do an obstacle course and the likes. It was fun, but our costume included a leather puppy play mask we'd gotten off of amazon, for the joke. Nothing explicit. Just a guy in woolen pants, a sheepskin over his back and a dog mask. In a contest where there were five other people also dressed as really shitty dogs. What a way to spark a facebook debate

I slapped the prince of some kingdom because he'd mistaken me for an npc in battle, barreled through me with a sword and then never thought to apologize. Apparently he felt like we'd taken his character seriously. Which- no, we just thought he should be held responsible *despite* being prince of god knows where. And he decided to take that as a personal, out-of-game offense. I love larpers so much they're such fun people

Bonus: offended a player when I, after playing the long-lost son of the king at their event, told her that I prefer playing these low-life characters over aristocracy.

[little-wicked10]

My Sultan (Nandor the Relentless x ofc🥵)

Summary: While the boys are away, Nadja and Nandor’s human lover have a girls night in of swapping juicy secrets. Nadja reveals to her mortal friend that Nandor gets a hard on when being called “sultan”, the ultimate position of power and dominance for a once great and aspiring Ottoman general. Nadja, and the whole house, will soon realize what Nandor is capable of.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (EXPLICIT!!! Seriously) and cursing

( // means it cuts to, from, or between interviews, documentary/not documentary footage, and perspective)

——

It was odd that Nadja had not joined the boys on a hunt. She loved the thrill of a good feeding followed by feral lovemaking with her husband. Regardless of the reason behind her staying put, I was happy to have my friend in the house to keep me company. “Come, little one, let us indulge in a, as you humans say, girls night,” she smiled giddily as she led me to the fancy room. It was strange to hear her say it, but I was all for her enthusiasm.

//

“Nandor and I met when he approached me on the street claiming I was some Greek princess or goddess,” I said crossing my legs as I sat across from the camera crew.

“Did you find that strange?” a crewman asks.

I laughed, “Of course I did. I thought he was one of those weird LARPing guys or an Emo kid that never grew out of that phase. His approach was definitely random and odd.”

//

“The night I met my mortal lover, Laszlo had pointed her out as a potential meal. An easy on-the-go snack,” Nandor admitted while seated in an ornate chair in the library, “I approached her to hypnotize her, but instead she bewitched me with her feminine wiles….not my proudest moment as a warrior.”

//

“I thought him mad when my great warrior friend nearly fell to his knees for some woman. A mortal one at that. Then I found it quite funny,” Laszlo complained.

“I myself was not surprised,” Nadja added, “I’ve had a great many mortal lovers in my time. And to be frank, Nandor does not have a good reputation among lady vampires.”

Both husband and wife laugh, clearly remembering the blunders of Nandor’s string of failed attempts at finding a partner.

“Though mortal, I do admire the young lady,” Laszlo adds once through laughing, “She’s got moxie, as the Americans say. And she makes sure the bloody oaf blows out the candles so he won’t burn the fucking house down.”

“Yes, that is a plus,” Nadja chimes in, “Also, I don’t have many ‘girl’ friends. It’s exciting to have another woman to talk to. At least one who understand trying to be in a relationship with an idiot vampire.”

//

Nadja and I had decided to drink. She opted for her stash of wino’s blood while I took advantage of my own bottle of red wine. After each drinking two glasses and feeling a wonderful buzz, we decided to rummage through the boys’ clothes. Laszlo was forever stuck in the Victorian era. “Oh try this one on!” Nadja threw a puffy pirate shirt at me and a scarf with some garish and dark pattern. I giggled and threw the shirt over my clothes before Nadja came to my aid to tie the scarf around my neck.

“Did he steal all this from a homosexual pirate?”

Nadja, with blood alcohol on her breath, laughed as she finished the knot, “A…a homosexual pirate!”

Her laughter made me laugh even more as I gave my best pirate Laszlo impression, “Argh! I’m Laszlo Cravensworth! I’ve come for yer booty!”

Nadja stumbled a bit as she laughed and returned to the closet door way, sipping on her third glass of blood to find her something to scrutinize. She put on ANOTHER of his pirate shirts and a waist coat before we both began acting like pirate Laszlo.

“We should see what Nandor has!” I said as the idea popped into my buzzed brain.

“You are so brilliant, little mortal!” Nadja said as she lightly smacked her head wishing she had thought of it.

We both scurried out to the bedroom of my boyfriend. After another glass for each of us and throwing on Nandor’s strange Persian hats and his fur-lined cloaks, we sat in the fancy room talking about the men whose entire wardrobe we ransacked.

“Ok, ok. What does Laszlo like to be called in bed…or coffin I guess,” I asked very bubbly.

“His highness,” Nadja replied with a regal tone in her voice.

“You’re kidding? His highness?” I giggled as I leaned back against the couch.

“The second I call him that,” she snaps her fingers, “straight at attention.”

We both knew the camera crew was having a hay day with us spilling dirty secrets about our love and sex lives in front of them. I doubt it wasn’t anything the vampires haven’t overshared already. “What about donkey dick, hm?” Nadja asked.

“Besides that he has one?” I smirked and held my hands up to show, exaggeratedly, the size of my man’s dick.

Nadja made a face of disgust before repeating her question, “No, no. Ew. What does Nandor like to be called when making love?”

“I don’t call him anything. Just his name,” I answered truthfully.

Nadja’s face suddenly became very mischievous. Her red lips turned up into a playful smirk making the tips of her fangs appear, “Oh, he hasn’t told you yet?”

I looked at her curiously. She studied my face before gasping and rushing to my side and sitting beside me on the couch. “You must know what I’m about to tell you!” She exclaimed grabbing my shoulders.

I glanced at the camera before looking back to her, “Should I be scared?”

She smirked, “No, but I believe you will thank me once you realize the power this secret has.”

Now I’m interested.

//

The men returned from their hunt expecting to hear their women chatting away or waiting for them naked and willing (at least that’s what they kept hoping for). “I say a good hunt, old sport. You’ve not lost your ways of the warrior,” Laszlo complimented as he took off his hat to give to Guillermo.

“Thank you, Laszlo. You did very well in selecting our prey,” Nandor complimented in return.

After removing his coat and patting the pockets of his waist coat, Laszlo looked around, “Now where is my darling succubus of a wife? That feeding has me in the mood to storm the castle, if you catch my drift, Nandy.”

“I too wish to engage in the sexy times with my love,” Nandor admits.

Both men call out to their women with no answer. They both sniff the air and begin to follow the smell of wine and blood. Their noses lead them to the Fancy Room and Laszlo pulls back the curtain to reveal a funny sight. Both women are dressed in a strange assortment of each of their clothings and spooning, Nadja obviously being the big spoon, on the couch using one of Nandor’s cloaks as a blanket.

“I say, old chap, I have no fucking clue what happened here, but I’m slightly aroused by it,” Laszlo admits.

“Why are they wearing our clothes?” Nandor asks.

//

“What’s sex like with Nandor?” a producer asks.

I sigh and think a moment, “Sex with Nandor is wonderful. A lot better than with a human man. We’ve yet to have rough sex just, as he and everyone in this house says, make love. But that might change after what Nadja told me last night.”

//

“My darling human loves our lovemaking. I’ve yet to not satisfy her,” Nandor brags, “And I am very satisfied with her as well.”

“She said that you’ve not had rough sex yet. Why’s that?” producer asks.

“I don’t think my little human is interested in such things. Plus my vampire strength could kill her if I am not careful,” Nandor admits, “so there is that.”

//

I had it planned perfectly. Nadja and I had talked about it at length until we passed out.

I sat in the library with Laszlo and Nadja. Nandor and Guillermo were about to return from going to the store, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I’m not ashamed of my sex life with Nandor. In this house, it wasn’t hard to get familiar with the vampires and their sexual proclivities. Nadja and Laszlo certainly weren’t quiet about any of it.

The front door opened then closed, and I could hear Nandor and Guillermo talking. I glanced over at Nadja who gave me a knowing look and I adjusted the black silk robe I wore. Not uncommon for me to wear around the house since Nandor could be insatiable at times. If I’m being honest, Nadja looked just as excited as I felt. “Good evening, everyone. My darling,” Nandor greeted leaning down and kissing my head.

“Laszlo, I picked up new ascot for you since I accidentally used your other one as a napkin,” Nandor apologized handing Laszlo a little black box.

“I’m going to my crypt to watch Guillermo reorganize my closet,” Nandor gave Nadja a sideways glance before turning to retreat down the hall.

I jumped up to sit on my knees and lean against the back of the couch before calling to him, “Should I join you, my sultan?”

Nandor froze in his tracks. Laszlo choked on his pipe. I smirked playfully at Nandor’s back, “Or will you not be need my services tonight?”

I heard Nadja giggle with delight as Laszlo continued to choke, “S-Sultan?” Nandor slowly turned around and the look on his face was strange, intense. He suddenly rushed toward me, his boots echoing on the wood floor. When he stood before me, he made me look up at him with a finger under my chin, “What did you say?”

“Oh shit,” Laszlo said before Nadja shushed him. I could feel both of them staring at us intensely.

“Will you not be needing my services tonight, my sultan?” I batted my eyelashes innocently with a smirk still on my lips.

Laszlo whispered, “Why the fuck does she keep calling him that?”

Nandor barred his fangs a bit, “Crypt. Now.”

I guess he decided I wasn’t going to be fast enough because he had me thrown over his shoulder. I shrieked and laughed as my warrior carried me off. “Do not disturb us for we will be engaging in sexy times,” Nandor shouted. He slammed the door of his crypt shut and locked it before tossing me on his couch layered with furs. I watched as he threw off his over coat. His red and gold tunic just made him look all the more powerful for some reason.

“Where did you learn to call me that?” he asks stepping towards me.

“A woman has her ways,” I began untying the belt of my robe, “Does it not please you, my sultan?”

Nandor growled and rolled his neck at the name, “You have no idea how much it does.”

I opened my robe to reveal my naked body to him, rubbing my thighs together, “Show me. Take what you want then, great warrior.”

Nandor pounced on me like a beast. He held my neck firmly in one hand and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss, pinning me beneath him. His hips shoved against mine making me gasp and roll mine for friction. He bit my bottom lip and I felt his fang puncture it and cause the taste of blood to fill both our mouths. Nandor groaned and he pulled away, sitting up enough to rip my robe to shreds as he licked my blood from his lips, “Your Sultan wants to taste more than blood tonight, my desert flower.” He leant down and trailed his lips along my jaw, down my neck, towards my chest, letting his fangs graze the swell of my breasts and making me shiver. The heat was rising and twisting in my body from watching him change so quickly and give into something more dominant. It felt like I was going to explode with anticipation.

I grasped the arm of the couch above my head with both hands and prepared as he reached the apex of my thighs, spreading my legs roughly and digging his strong fingers into my thighs. “I will have my fill of you, and you will not push me away,” he ordered.

“Yes, my sultan,” the smirk forming on my lips changed into an ‘o’ as he devoured my cunt. I felt his tongue enter me and his nose press into my swollen clit. “Na-Nandor!” I cried which spurred him to fuck me with his mouth even more. I rolled my hips into his mouth and held the arm of the couch with one hand while the other tangled into his hair. Nandor moved his mouth to suck on my clit and shoved two thick fingers inside me and curled them. I keened and arched my back off the couch, grasping his head with both hands.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Nandor!” These words were like a song and the only ones my mind could form.

I was sped towards the edge so quickly that I crashed over the edge before I knew it, my whole body shaking. Nandor didn’t stop as he replaced his fingers with his tongue and threw my legs over his shoulders. My obscene cries and moans increased as I pushed on his shoulders to slow down but that only resulted in him taking my hands and pinning them to my sides. Tears pricked my eyes as I was at the mercy of his overstimulating, delicious torture. I held on to his hands for dear life as the feeling of his tongue fucking me and his fangs slightly grazing against me became too much, “T-too m-much! Nandor!”

His only response was to growl and reach up and pinch my clit between his fingers. Something snapped inside me and my vision went black around the edges.

//

There was suddenly a loud scream full of ecstasy echoing from Nandor’s room. Laszlo didn’t even look up from his book, “Well done, old chap.”

//

It felt like the aftershocks of having electricity running through my body. I trembled with a wonderful euphoric feeling as Nandor released me to collapse back onto the couch so he could crawl up my body. When I opened my eyes, I saw Nandor’s handsome face completely soaked. “We are not finished yet, my mortal concubine,” he smirks, lust having blown his pupils.

“Yes,” I gasped, “Yes, sultan.”

“Let your sultan conquer every part of you,” he growled, and before I knew it, he was completely undressed, cold body against mine.

He threw my legs around his waist and pinned my hands to the couch arm before spearing me with his cock. I cried and moaned as he stretched me. Nandor fucked me at a brutal pace that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling.

//

Laszlo and Nadja were both huddled by Nandor’s door. After that last orgasm, neither could resist trying to see what was going on. Nadja had her ear pressed to the door while Laszlo was kneeled down trying to look through the peephole. “I’m so proud of our little human. Very much being the seductress I knew she was,” Nadja smiled.

“I’ll be honest, I never thought Nandor could fuck like that,” Laszlo admitted, “Why hasn’t he fucked us like that in our orgies?”

“My darling, there’s ‘orgy’ sex and then there’s ‘making love to your love’ sex,” Nadja explained.

Both husband and wife were jolted away from the door when two bodies slammed against the other side of it.

//

Nandor had thrown my legs over his shoulders and was fucking me into the door. His mouth was only an inch from mine, breathing each others air while ravishing one another like we will die tomorrow. The door creaked every time he thrust into me and all I could do was hold on to his neck as he took what he wanted. “The whole house will know who rules over this body,” Nandor grunted, “Tell me who does.”

“Y-you do! Y-ou! Fuck you feel so good in-inside me!” I panted like a bitch in heat.

“Your sweet cunt keeps pulling me back in,” Nandor growled before he moved my legs to wrap around his waist and sunk his fangs into my neck.

I moaned and gripped his black hair tightly as an overwhelming feeling of euphoria spread throughout my body. This was the first time he had ever fed on me while fucking, and I now know why Nadja went on and on about it last night. It felt like the pleasure was in my veins and effecting every single sense. It felt so intimate and raw. I couldn’t describe it with the right words if I wanted to.

Before I could blink, we had moved off the door and back on the couch. I was bent over the arm with Nandor’s chest pressed to my back and his hips thrusting deep and hard as he licked away the blood around the puncture wounds. He jerked my head back by my hair so his mouth was near to my ear, “You’re blood drives me mad, my dearest. Just as my cock does you.” His other hand snaked around to grip tightly on one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple and slapping the sensitive flesh. I could only moan as my answer. It truly felt like I was being conquered by a warrior, and I loved being at his mercy.

Every time I tried to speak, it came out as gibberish mixed with moans and whines. My mind was fuzzy and only focused on the feeling of his cock pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Nandor pushed my shoulders down to the couch with the hand in my hair allowing him to thrust directly into my g-spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I screamed his praises as I felt a gushing explosion around his cock. He shoved himself as deep as he could inside me and released his seed with a mighty roar as my vision blacked out.

Nandor fell on top of me, his forehead resting against my temple. All was silent except for his feral panting and my quiet whimpers. I felt his fingers untangle from my hair and his hands wonder along my convulsing body in an attempt to bring me back to reality. “Sssh, my darling,” he whispered in my ear as he left gentle kisses along my face and neck. I suddenly felt the weight of his body begin to leave mine and his cock being removed from inside me. I whined desperately and grabbed his neck to keep him from disappearing. I could still feel him throbbing inside me and my body wasn’t ready to feel empty just yet. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, worry laced in his words. I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was too rough with you. And I did not ask permissions to feed on you,” he chided himself. My man had returned from being a conquering sultan.

“N-no. No, Nandor. J-just need a m-moment. P-please d-don’t leave,” I managed to stutter.

Nandor seemed to understand, and he began to delicately change our position. I felt him move us to be laying on our sides with my back to his chest, never once disconnecting us. He wrapped his arms around me and comforted me until my body stopped shaking. “I must leave your insides before you arouse me for another round of sexy times,” he whispered. I nodded my head, whimpering as I felt him gently slip out of me and a rush of our releases spilled out with an obscene sound.

“Was it as satisfactory for you as it was me?” he asked.

“More than satisfactory, my love,” I smiled as I took his hand to kiss the back of it.

“Mm good because I will be ready to go again in a few minutes,” he admitted.

“Really?” I asked shocked, “Nandor, I need to recoup for a minute.”

Suddenly, I felt him harden against my back as he gripped me tighter, “I still have more conquering to do.”

[maerynaire]

I got reminded BBCs Merlin exists and that spiraled into remembering a bunch of other really, really shitty adaptations of Arthurian canon and now I'm mad so I'm going to list some true facts about it that should hopefully demonstrate why adding "gritty realism" to it pisses me off so much

-Morgan le Fay serves as a Rita Repulsa-esque figure who throws problems at Arthur. She is also a wholly separate person to Morgause, the mother of Mordred. Morgan le Fay is a badass sorceress who's only motivation for being a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain(tm) is that Guinevere snubbed her in some way.

-It's full of Welsh folklore, especially regarding faeries, and initially started as a recounting of a bit of Welsh military history before people started adding their OCs to it. It then broke containment and spread across europe, especially during the renaissance.

-Loads of the knights have superpowers. Straight up superpowers. Gawain gets stronger (and in some sources, bigger) the higher the sun is in the sky. Kay has some sort of fire shit going on... It's great. People would add their own guys to the round table and give them Cool Powers because they could. Though mostly it was just super-strength. This fell out of favor as it was Christianized because people are COWARDS.

-Lancelot is a French guy's OC, and despite the whole thing being full of those, Lancelot is the most OC of them all (affectionate). The second most OC of the bunch is a dude known for his edgy coat that he always wore that belonged to his dead dad (I am not joking)

-Half of the dudes are described as 'the fairest' or 'the most handsome'. Some have the caveat of 'second only to Arthur'. I legit read a description of how handsome a random knight was that filled a full page once. This is hilarious.

-There's a knight called Bedivere (he whose name has no set spelling) and he's my favorite. He has a prosthetic hand, is head butler, and is the only bitch to survive the big last battle in retellings that I respect. He's also one half of a comedy duo with Kay, also in retellings that I respect. I am admittedly biased because I played him in a middle school production of a really bad adaptation of a knockoff spamalot

-People just fucking murder each other on accident all of the time to show off how STRONK they are. After jousting got added they started having the horses die when lance met shield which DOESN'T MAKE SENSE but is there to, once again, show how STRONK the knights are.

-More on the note of casting, but there are dark skinned people in the canon. Specifically Moors (which is old europe for muslim north-african people with dark skin, a term not really used anymore because it wasn't actually one ethnic group but several). MORE SPECIFICALLY there is one explicitly biracial knight who's the son of one of the other knights and a (and I quote) "Moorish Princess". His name is Morien because people have never been subtle and was one of the knights for whom the tales waxed poetic about how stronk and handsome he was.

-Saved the best for last but this all gave way to the an early historical examples of larping and possibly kinning. King Edward the Third loved a knight named 'Sir Lionel' so much to the point where he'd hold big round table tourneys where everyone would larp as different characters from Arthurian legend (himself always being Lionel) and even named his son after him. The kicker? Lionel doesn't actually have that much in the way of story. He has like one story to himself and is functionally a sidekick in every other appearance I can find. King Eddy 3 had a Blorbo.

All of this to say that Arthurian canon is lovely and goofy and if I see someone make Morgan le Fay into Mordred's mom again I will spew fire and rain hot, bloody terror from the skies. I also think we should start adding OCs to it again and nobody can stop us.

[smilepebble]

Idk is stuff meant headcanons or art or what, but I'd love to know what you think the 8path gang would be dressed up as for Halloween.

really really good question, this one took a while to figure out... answer is under the cut bc it got really long. anyway i enlisted help from my friends hiraya and henry for this one (@/drainbangle and @/thepeacockshallstrut respectively)

ophilia: pretty basic and probably what most other people would say but i do think she would go as an angel. its cute and it fits her! maybe primrose helps make her costume look extra nice or something

cyrus: cyrus and odette go to Ye Olde Spirit Halloween and cyrus gets a fancy looking vampire costume which he likes so much he tries wearing it regularly. this doesn't work because it's a halloween costume. odette is a werewolf to match cyrus. and by "werewolf" i mean she's dressed normally because it's not a full moon

tressa: tressa is dressed as a pirate and is super committed to the bit. to the point that she scares off a bunch of kids. she and noa are supposedly doing a matching couples outfit but noa's costume is so cute compared to tressa's that no one really knows they're matching

olberic: it depends on the context i think... in a more canon-aligned situation i don't think he really dresses up bc he's self conscious about scaring kids. in a modern au though he's totally wearing his LARP costume. regardless of what olberic is doing phillip is dressed as a little knight and it's adorable

primrose: primrose hypes up her costume for a week before halloween and then. actually ill let this message speak for itself

always keep them guessing

alfyn: uhhh. hmm. he can be frankenstein's monster i suppose...?

therion: he's a sheet ghost but specifically the one that charlie brown wears with all the holes cut into it. he thinks it's a clever reference but no one gets/remembers he's talking about and he dies badly

h'aanit: she probably doesn't put a lot of effort into it but she probably has a monster accessory or two. has to make sure she's not getting too into it or else she will definitely start scaring kids off with her acting. linde is dressed as a seer (susanna draped a little cloak on her back)

ochette: she mahina and akalā are all coordinating together and dressing as each other and it's really sweet. ochette dresses as akalā, akalā as mahina, and mahina as ochette. isn't friendship so beautiful

castti; she swaps her headband for a pair of cat ears and draws whiskers on her face. mission accomplished! kids call her costume lazy and she's so brave about it

temenos: a detective. a dead detective... DEADtective. something like that. a couple kids get scared of his costume and he feels bad about it

osvald: idk if he dresses up but if he does he only adds one or two little accessories to his normal clothes. he matches with elena and lets her take charge with costuming

partitio: perhaps something steampunk-esque? he and ori should coordinate they would be unstoppable together

agnea & hikari: im a big agnekari fan so i think they do couples costumes too. in a canon-adjacent setting they're dressing up as like mythological figures and such... while in a modern setting theyre more nerdy about it, with more fantasy stuff and cosplay. nonetheless lots of really cool costumes from them thanks to agnea's dad helping them out with costume making

throné: i think she goes as a bat :) she relishes in the freedom of costume design so she goes crazy with the design. like a mad scientist this one

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Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: DJ. Not my actual chosen name, but I realized I want to try and keep a buffer between RP and real life... only I absolutely could not think of another alias at the time, I was sitting here staring at the screen like "uhhhhh..." And feeling really dumb, because shouldn't coming up with names be easy? Buuuuut RIP. It just stands for Double Jango. If we're close OOC I might tell you my name name, but I will also never be mad if you're like "fuck you, I'm sticking with DJ"

Roleplayer pronouns: he/they

Muse name(s): My primary dumpster fire is Blitz. I also enjoy Vox and Striker, lately have been having way too much fun with Eris, and have an OC who loves aquariums way too much because I had to channel my aquarium love somewhere. But really, it's Blitz. It'll always be Blitz.

Preferred communication: Discord. And I feel you, friend, I am also the worst on there. There will be days where I just absolutely do not remember to do messages, or I'll be like "oh yeah I totally replied to that!" or i end up just like, thinking about a reply on Discord and being all sappy because daww I love that person and then I just get stuck in sap and hang out like a mosquito waiting for Jurassic Park and... anyway. Discord is fantastic. Tumblr IMs work, though!

Experience: I was on Tumblr a few years ago, but ended up walking away from it for a long time. Have been back since... February, I think? February! Most of my recent RP has been tabletop or lowkey/casual LARP, until I hopped back on here.

Preferred roleplay type: Roleplays and replies with substance. I like RP because I like the writing, not just out of love for the characters. The writing itself makes me so happy, even if I am a menace who like, never edits and just babbles.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: I intensely dislike mini para RP and will usually end up having to unfollow people who do a lot of it. I'm not mutuals only though, so even if I can't follow you, if you still want to write together? I'm open to that. But it definitely frustrates me if rapid-fire mini-para posts are the only thing I see/double how much time I have to spend scrolling the dash just to wade through them. Like I'm happy for you, of course! Because you've got that writing energy going and you're having fun! But I also care about my other partners, and want to be able to see what they are up to, too.

Best time to write: Morning and then late at night. Basically, bracketed around work and chores. I have a hard time focusing on RP if there is other stuff I need to get done first, and I try to never let myself be distracted from real life to the point that a chore goes undone, or a doggo uncuddled, or work ends up pushed back. Real life is always first, and my brain doesn't feel like... 'cleared for RP takeoff!' until everything else is taken care of.

Are you like your muse? I really hope not. I mean, probably. Probably more than I know. But I don't kin Blitz--had someone I was close with irl who hurled I know you kin Blitz, but jesus fucking christ at me as an insult they admitted they wanted to hurt me with during a fight. We had been RP partners and close friends who went on local trips together, hung out a lot, she learned about Tumblr RP through me... She told me she hurt me on purpose because it's good for me, basically. You know, when I'm "asking for it." I was so close this summer to walking away from RP altogether, because of how she absolutely shattered me, but am glad that I managed not to. That I managed to convince myself, fuck her, she doesn't get to take my joy from me. So, maybe I am like Blitz in some ways, even if I don't intend to be and don't consciously kin him, but things I know we have in common are: I am stubborn, tenacious, and a chaotic mess of zero sense of self preservation and full enthusiasm for life. Considering where I was two years ago, this is a major win for me (being able to love life), and I will gladly take it.

Plus, there are some people here who I cherish, who I love just for existing, knowing them brightens my day. There's someone who always comes to mind when I see something beautiful. There's someone who always makes me laugh. There are amazing people who have strength and kindness and compassion. There are ridiculous monsters. There are so many wonderful people here, so many friends I've made, that the thought of how close I was to feeling like I had to leave because I just didn't deserve to be here? Breaks my heart a little.

You guys are wonderful. You're worth staying for. Finding joy with you and enjoying you fuckers in and out of character? Worth every damn minute.

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Tagging: @aroyaltailor || @infxnatum || @stolas-arsgoetia-rp || @visage-of-hell || @angelsandemons || If I didn't tag you, it's because I definitely already saw you post this, or because I am a goldfish who couldn't think of more names off the top of my head ghfdsjkgf but listen, DO THE THING! Even if you're not tagged, do it and @ me because I love reading about you guys! And if I have tagged you and you've already done it, then like... post a picture of your favorite animal and @ me or something, because listen, animal pics are always a win!

[super-paper]

A bit of a vent, if that's okay; I think one of the most frustrating things regarding this chapter has been the overall behavior from the fandom, and this sort of mandatory love for anything from the manga. I get it, when we love something we can't bear other people talking bad about it (I'm the same way with some things), but it's annoying how a lot of us haven't been allowed to criticize or show any anger/disappointment about the chapter. It's upsetting, especially as an Izuku stan, to see other accounts (famous accounts too) claim that if we're disappointed with Izuku then we hate his character. That we're too stupid and cynical to think Izuku did anything wrong at all and wasn't allowed to defend himself. That we can't read if we think Izuku and Bakugo killed Kurogiri, or that Izuku wasn't able to save Shigaraki because after all he did free him from his abuser and made him recognize that he was in fact a crying child. And to each their own I suppose; but putting interpretations of arcs and narratives aside, this overall superiority of "there's nothing wrong with this chapter, you just don't get it so shut up" and the undermining of how a lot of fans feel is seriously infuriating. (Maybe this is how people felt when I'd argue that Armored Might wasn't character assassination lol). I'm just tired of getting called every name in the book for having my own criticisms, and getting accused of hating Izuku, or seeing Shigaraki stans undermined as if they weren't aloud to feel sad about it. Because it's exactly why people loved those characters and arcs so much that they feel such a strong reaction to 423. I'm upset with the weird ooc behavior and lack of introspection from Izuku because I love his character so much. And I'm upset with this chapter because I love this manga and wanna see a well written conclusion for the characters and story.

Nah, I definitely feel the same. So many fans have been taking the words of upset Tenko and Izuku fans out of context (or even outright twisting their words around) and using it as an excuse to be bullies. I'm sorry if folks have been harassing you.

At any rate, I think you have every right to criticize the chapter. Like, I'm very much a silver-lining-look-on-the-bright-side type of guy-- and even I'm having trouble finding anything to like about it lmao 😭. Basically, I liked AFO's conclusion... on the surface, at least. But then my mind goes right back to thinking about Tenko and how AFO's conclusion/treatment is yet another thing that ultimately contributed to his death, and I get mad all over again lmao. Like, an ending where Tenko gets turned into a "cautionary tale" that "everyone learns from" is pretty much the last thing I wanted for his character. It's basically ~*~building a better society~*~ on top of his corpse. And what exactly is his life/death cautioning against exactly? Grooming?? Stranger danger??? Being kidnapped by literally the worst guy alive when you're five years old and getting brainwashed into believing you were born evil???? LARPing????? Like.... it just feels like all of Tenko's suffering was ultimately just used as a stepping stone in order to finally rid the world of AFO-- and like, rationally, I know this isn't the case and I'm oversimplifying things, but like.. the way the rain stops and the sun starts shining as Tenko evaporates... uuuuoohhhgh---

*cough* Anyway! I'm also a staunch Iron Might defender, but like. In that particular case it was very obvious to me why Iron Might was necessary + a fitting end to Toshinori's arc. In Izuku's case, I simply cannot see how chapters 420-423 ultimately do right by his character. Since chapter 1, Izuku becoming "a great hero"/"more heroic than anyone else" was always tied to his drive to save when no one else is able (or willing) to. So these chapters being framed as the "climax/finale' of his character arc-- these chapters where he doesn't stop to think about saving Tenko at all and just focuses on wiping AFO out-- betray the very core of his character while also betraying the very premise of the series. Like. This is bad. This is bad bad and I sincerely, honestly want to believe Hori has something up his sleeve that'll somehow fix things. 😭But even if it is a fake out, and even if Hori reveals Izuku had some sort of plan all along... I don't think it'll undo the damage to the readers' trust atp, sadly.

(Like...! So many of Izuku's defining moments involve him standing up to abusers on behalf of their victims. The moments that define him as a hero have him encouraging those victims to fight back and reclaim agency over their bodies/powers-- but even though Tenko ultimately did fight back, it feels disingenuous to give Izuku any sort of actual credit in this situation bc, again, Izuku wasn't thinking of Tenko at all while he was beating Tenko's body AFO into dust lmao. Like I've been saying, so much of 423 is just indefensibly bad writing and Izuku and Tenko's characters deserved better than this).

[dragomer]

Thank you. And if you don't mind, can you roast review this discourse about redemption arcs?

https://www.tumblr.com/dushman-e-jaan/694120765277306880/why-do-you-dislike-zuko-and-kurapika-when-the?source=share

Oh god, if it's anything like the previous one, I don't think I'm mentally prepared for it.

Okay, I skimmed through it and I don't have much more to say than about the previous post, except that in addition to being an immature redditor who can't be concise and is desperately trying to sound smart and grown up, they are also clearly trying way too hard to be edgy.

I've rarely seen someone managed to be that comically stupid while still being beyond uninteresting to the point that just trying to read their post make my eyes roll back so hard, I see my brain. It has a lot of volume but it's so empty and artificially pumped there's nothing to take apart.

The only response to that entire thing is 'Yes, it's a kids show, no, it doesn't become bad just because you grew up and no, acknowledging old stuff is good is not nostalgia, you are not more grown up for deluding yourself like that', there is literally nothing more to say or address.

The fact that they whine about 'not addressing the harsh realities of Imperialism' (yes, it does, you're just mad they do it with nuance instead of indulging your edgy murderboner, they even acknowledge the fact that it would create a 'mixed race' class between the colonized and the 'colonizer' and thus mean you literally can't do anything about it without denying an entire innocent demographic their right to exist, which is infinitely harsher than any surface level edgy nonsense you can fathom) while also whining that every 'revolutionary' (IE terrorists, because the Gaang, Hakoda's crew and the White Lotus are all revolutionaries, just not terrorists) is treated as insane is quite funny, they literally can't handle the harsh truth that slaughtering powerless civilians make you an insane murderer, no matter what 'greater good' you're ranting about.

Just say you simp for Hama and her Jason Voorhees LARP and Jet's delusional plan to drown an innocent town Ozai couldn't give less of a shit about and would have probably burned down anyway and go instead of whining like that.

Also the bit about Vegeta being a 'softy' for his 'waifu' show he clearly has no clue about any of the shows he's talking about. Vegeta had no qualms about killing Bulma or letting her die UNTIL he had his redemption, even in the Buu saga he came close to killing her without giving a shit once he went Majin. Dude unironically did not watch the show.

Gotta love the 'It's the death of creativity!' from someone who's clearly a pretend artist who didn't even have enough balls to try and become a frustrated failed artist. You couldn't make a character anyone give a shit about to save your life, dude, sit down.

Thanks for the ask ^^

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you do where male reader learn that Kate exes never go all out on her so reader want to change that?

Kate Bishop x GN!reader

● Kate never realized her love language was acts of service

● mostly because none of her exes ever really went out of their way for her

● and then you came along

● you had known Kate for years because you worked at her moms company but never had the guts to ask her out

● but then you find out she's the new hawkeye when she asks you to basically be her own personal hacker and you finally start dating

● at first she's like "why do you do so many nice things for me without me asking??"

● "because I'm your partner and I want to??"

● then you find out about her lame exes and step up your game even more

● you want her to feel loved and appreciated like she deserves

● her coming home to find Lucky is walked and fed and happily asleep in bed tuckered out from you playing with him

● making her more arrows when you know she's running low

● you're getting better at making the explosive ones, you only accidently blow up maybe one out of twenty arrows now

● but Kate can't lie, she loves kissing your bumps and bruises better when she finds you frantically trying to hide the evidence of the arrows gone wrong

● "Hey babe how was your day? Mine was boring, nothing going on here right Lucky?"

● "Y/N I can see the cut on your arm come here and let me clean you up"

● you learn to sew so you can patch up the holes she gets in her suit during fights

● it also comes in handy when you need to give her stitches for her own wounds

● surprising her with suit upgrades you find ideas for online

● plus the ideas from your new larping friends cause you and Kate regularly hang out with them

● "come on babe let's go we're already late and it's our turn to bring dinner this week"

● "don't worry Kate we're only *looks at clock* an hour late… oops guess I got distracted by my computer again… put Lucky in one of his costumes they can never be mad when we bring Lucky dressed up"

● Kate was getting overly stressed out so you make secret plans with the other young avengers to not call on her for a week so you can take her on a relaxing getaway vacation

● she tried her best not to look at her phone but you catch her checking social media just to make sure there isn't another invasion on New York happening while you're gone

● "Kate my love, the others have agreed to call if there is a true emergency but this week is for us to relax"

● "I know I know but what if-"

● "nope, no what if's now put your phone away and lets go to the beach"

● when Kate finally stops thinking about being a superhero for a minute she has an amazing week with you

● and she couldn't be more grateful that you care for her in a way no one ever has before

[adidegmez]

spn s8 spoilers

s8 ep1(we need to talk about kevin)

another year has passed. cas really left dean alone, huh? sam why didnt you look for dean? dean knows how to hide pain. like, he was in hell for 40 years they mentioned it 2 or 3 times and we didnt talk about it. he was in purgatory. I am waiting with curiosity and fear to see what else will happen to him. i love kevin. I'm eager to learn more about Benny.

s8 ep2(what's up, tiger mommy?)

i loved kevin's mom. i need cas to come back and team free will to be together.

s8 ep3(heartache)

i really want winchesters to be happy but i dont think they can be fully happy. they have their little happiness. there will always be something missing.

s8 ep4(bitten)

wow. i liked kate's speech at the end. Dean doesn't contradict himself. When Dean killed Amy, my thoughts about him started to collapse. Then I thought about it and I think I understand Dean's perspective on monsters well now. And Dean still hasn't contradicted this point of view. Dean's point of view: If the monster has killed people, there is no return, but if it hasn't killed anyone yet, then there is a possibility of return. and I understand and love that perspective.

s8 ep5(blood brother)

dean's flasback scenes reminds me of arrow oliver queen's flashback scenes. vampirates, i love how dean's face and how much he's proud of that name when he suggests new species a name. i love benny. well, Benny seems to be the exception to Dean's rule, but again benny is not the same as Amy. Amy would kill again for her son, but Benny hasn't killed for a while and I don't think he will. Dean believes in Benny and I believe in Dean. so i hope benny wont fail us.

s8 ep6(southern comfort)

but really sam turned his phone for a year. no one can be bobby! dean trusted sam and cas, and they both failed dean. benny didnt betray dean, yet. there is not so many people dean can trust. well Dean has no one he can trust(not anymore).

s8 ep7(a little slice of kevin)

cas! of course dean feel guilty.

s8 ep8(hunteri heroici)

hunter cas, awesome. team free will they are all funny. seeing them smile is amazing. things are easy when they have an angel on the team.

s8 ep9(citizen fang)

i love benny. call dean, benny. sam if you try to do something to benny… benny is a good guy. they shouldnt push his limits. i hope benny will be okay. i dont know why but i couldnt like sam's flashback scenes. sam just gave up on dean and chose amelia. dean has every right to defend benny and be mad at sam.

s8 ep10(torn and frayed)

I wish Jess could come again. sam and jess were perfect together. i dont like him with amelia. she is married. i love kevin. cas why did you just do that?! why didnt you go to benny dean?

s8 ep11(LARP and the real girl)

hi Charlie! dean is a fanboy i really love him. armor suits dean(as always).

s8 ep12(as time goes by)

men of letters i was curious about them. i loved henry. and i still love john.

s8 ep13(everybody hates hitler)

i love mystery. i love when they say supernatural on the Show.

s8 ep14(trial and error)

they have a home. dean has a room. and i liked clark kent dean. dean has no hope for his future. this breaks my heart. i need dean to be happy. and sam, and cas.

s8 ep15(man's best friend with benefits)

so what happened to anti-christ and adam? they'll return, right? sam is not good. but its nice to see dean trusting sam again.

s8 ep16(remember the titans)

i hate Zeus(i knew him from pjo) so i like prometheus. i hate Zeus in every universe. really, where is cas? i miss him. i love big brother dean. he really loves sam. he may love him more than anything in the world. dean dean dean… i love him.

s8 ep17(goodbye, stranger)

dean is cas' weak spot. i hope he can turn cas back to normal. i'm glad i now can understand star wars references. i think, i like meg. meg loves cas. where is cas going? its funny to see him on the bus.

s8 ep18(freaks and geeks)

i like victor's vision. i love the gang. and of course, dean showed them the way. and they actually listened. i have hope.

s8 ep19(taxi driver)

i never thought we would see bobby again. hi bobby. i missed bobby. i love benny. i saw a spoiler before watching this ep it said that dean killed benny to save sam and i assumed benny would kill people and tries to kill sam but no. he saved bobby he saved sam. and sacrificed himself and thanks to him winchesters will save the world. rip benny. i love benny. he is my favorite vampire.(i dont know much vampire but still no one can surpass him). i shouldn't like crowley BUT he was played by David tennant in good omens and he was a good guy there and he is played by mark sheppard. and he sometimes does good things. idk.

s8 ep20(pac-man fever)

wow. sam is not good. hi Charlie. i love Charlie and dean's relationship. winchesters kinda have a sister now. and i love her.

s8 ep21(the great escapist)

i knew something was wrong. i hope they can save kevin. hi cas:) . i love kevin.

s8 ep22(clip show)

i like metatron. Why did they choose the hardest person to cure? i liked sarah. crowley is right. the people they save keep them going.

s8 ep23(sacrifice)

i love supernatural so much. 7 seasons left. i love dean i love sam i love cas i just love them so much. i am glad we get to spend so much time with them.

is meatron bad. i have a bad feeling about what he's doing with cas. i never thought they would cure Crowley. when will god come? i want to cry. everything goes wrong in the last minute, always. angel are falling… i saw that scene in an edit with skyfall and it was beautiful and tragic. is crowley fully cured? i don't think so but he changed a little bit.

[privatemainvault]

One time I crashed a wasteland wedding and this is a true story!! I go to this post apoc event in the Mojave where we larp mad max/fallout is real and its a big part of a lot of goers identities so some people GET MARRIED at the event (which honestly id love to) and I was delivering mail as part of a quest and my companions and I went in to a Tribe's shack and one of my companions said really loud "who owns this shitshow?" To get their attention but SURPRISE THERE WAS A WEDDING HAPPENING THAT VERY MOMENT OOPS

i used to live right next to a place that had an apocalypse event every summer. (I grew up in the Californian desert.) I would LOVE to have a wedding there..

WHO OWNS THIS SHITSHOW.. oh nooo. this has cured me of arm burn thank you