#i mean i guess. idk if he can reclaim that

[waterdroid]

Rion and Dessa frienderisms! They're so funny to me ❤️

[not-souleaterpost]

Spirited away Spoilers

Level 99 media literacy is understanding that Chichiro knew that her parents werent among the pigs at the end, not because some memorisation or trick or whatever, but because her charachter development from whinny brat into self confident hardworking brat made her realise her parents were never "pigs" (in the prejorative sense)

[maika-aika]

MY SAVIOR

Imma be real chat, idk how to write Sol so I'm just turning off my brain

☆: In which reader beats up bullies like an absolute baddie, making Sol fall in love with them even harder

★: Sol x gn!Reader

☆: Contains; Fluff, mentions of bullying, creepy men eugh, sexual harassment, reader beats them up dw !!, smitten Sol (per usual). I changed some of the main story plot for this fic so it won't be as boring to read lol

"Boo. This sucks"

You muttered below your breath, more than annoyed at the current events laid upon you. You thought that perhaps a small trip to the library would be fine, but as it turns out, your favorite seat by the window is taken by some random stranger.

Perhaps you should've went with Crowe after all.

Oh well, there's really no turning back now since you didn't quite ask where he and his group are heading off too, by the time you get out of the library they could be anywhere in the campus, making you waste even more time.

It would be nice to reclaim your seat, but talking to strangers was never your forte. I mean, sure, you can do it if it's necessary, but for small problems such as these didn't seem that important for you to step up, even though your main purpose was to stay and work in your favorite spot, such a small problem doesn't really require you to speak up and waste your breath.

A small sigh escaped your throat, opting to check out some books instead to pass the time, 30 minutes to be exact.

Dragging the tips of your fingers on every book's spine and reading their labels, taking them out of their shelves before dismissively putting them back again, looping around the library. Nothing seemed to catch your interest no matter what you do.

"Watch it, creep!"

A gruff sounding voice was heard behind the bookshelf you were facing, finally finding something that catches your attention, you took one of the books from the shelf to make a small peephole, making you able to check out what's going on.

Two guys, red and blue unkept hair with piercings on their ears and lips are found harassing another guy with green streaks of hair. It was obvious they were just causing unnecessary conflict out of sheer boredom and degeneracy, but the green haired guy didn't seem to put up much of a fight.

"Playing silent isn't very smart of you, guess I better make you cough out some spunk—!" A heavy blow was dealt to the victim's abdomen as he tumbled on impact with a groan, his misfortune amusing the two bullies as they inch closer and beat him up.

Bullies like them are the usual in this school. You can't really avoid them, like wasps and hornets. Sure, you felt pity, but two bullies mean nothing when they just keep coming back in different forms. Nothing you do to help matters. They're everywhere, and that's that.

But as you were about to walk away, you saw something shiny glint on the fluorescent lights of the library.

"...Is that a knife?!"

How they even managed to slip a knife on school grounds was beyond you. "Not yet talking, ah? Maybe this will make you spit out something, " the red-haired bully chortled, inching the knife closer to the victim's neck. "Something...bloody."

That's it, that's borderline bullying, that's just attempted murder.

You made your way to their area. Your knuckles knocked against the wooden bookshelves catching their attention as their furrowed glares dart towards your figure like predators. "Bullying? Aren't you too old for Hollywood clichés?" You snide in mock boredom.

"Pretty little thing, no wonder this fuckface has the hots for you" the red haired bully remarked with a grin, tossing the knife to his partner and staggard towards you, circling you like a snake, breathing down your neck. "Pretty face with an ugly mouth, why don't you scram and leave our business out of your cute little ass, ah?"

"Leave them alone!"

Eyes snap back towards the green haired guy, he bared a fearful expression, desperate. "It's me you're after, right?! Just don't hurt them!"

"Is he taking the blame for me?" you mused to yourself. Glancing to meet his red-orange eyes, he flinched at your gaze, not really expecting you to look at him. Yet you didn't see how his pupils dilate at the sight of you.

"So now you're talking? Perhaps you could be of use after all, doll" suddenly, you let out a groan as you felt his hand grab the roots of your hair and snapped your face upwards, forcing you to look at the ceiling. "Before we fuck you up, you're gonna watch us destroy your cute little girlfriend"

You flinched, feeling a wet sensation on your neck, was that his tongue?!

The green haired guy tried to run towards you, but a knife was held up against his neck, forcing him to watch you. He was shaking, he was pissed. How dare they lay their filthy fucking hands on your pure, innocent body?!

"That's it, look how helpless you are, can't even lift a finger to help your poor— Argh!" He buckled on impact, your shoe stomped on his own. Taking your chance, you turned around and swiftly grabbed his hair and banged his head towards the concrete. Then, you kicked his body towards the blue haired bully with the knife.

"Gh—?! What the fuck was tha— Hrrk!" The red haired bully hacked up a cough, stumbling to get up. "You bitch!" The blue haired lacky dashed towards you with the knife, but you deflected it by pushing his arm away from your face and hit his knees making him loose his balance and fall onto the floor, dropping the knife.

In a flash, you picked up the knife and grabbed the other bullies hair, tossing him on top of the other red haired bully. A dangerous glint in your eye was seen as you took one of the books from the shelves and raised it high.

"When you see me again, I suggest you run."

The book made contact to their skulls, it was heavy enough to knock them unconscious, sprawled all over the ground, one could almost mistaken them for corpses. Oh how you wished.

After all that's done, you sighed to yourself to clear off the adrenaline during your little rendezvous. Picking up the book from the floor and placing it back on the shelf, and pocketing the knife to report it to the student council later.

Finally, you turned around to help out the guy, but what you didn't expect is his gaze on you, not of fear or disbelief, but admiration.

His heart was racing, his cheeks are flushed, his fingers are twitching, it's almost as if he just saw an angel come to save him. He knew you were amazing, but to see it for his own eyes, to be the one you're protecting, to feel and expericen it first hand instead of his imagination sends shivers down his spine.

"Hey...you still there?"

He blinked out of his trance, vision still a daze. You snapped your fingers near his face to wake him, as he blinked and refused to look at you, a hue dusting his cheeks. "S-sorry" he muttered.

You raised a brow at his random apology "Dont say sorry when you did nothing wrong" you squatted down to his level, he was sitting on the floor with a pretty bruised up face, not to mention, he also has a ton of piercings too. You wonder why those guys would pick on him when he looks just like them, but with a different heart.

"...Are you just gonna stare at me?" Now it was his turn to snap you out of your head, his gaze still at you, but unlike before, he seemed more at ease, softer. "Ah, guess we both have a problem of getting stuck in our heads, huh?" You made light of the situation, smiling at him to ease the once tense atmosphere.

"Come on, it sucks staying on the floor all day" you stood up first and lent out your palm for him to take, hesitance flickered in his demeanor, as if he's contemplating if he's even worthy enough to touch you. A second passes and he's taken your hand.

Once he stood, you've come to realize how tall he actually is up close. "Are you okay? Nothing broken in you?" He shook his head to the side "Not really, just this nasty bruise, I guess" he sighed in annoyance "What about you? They didn't...hurt you in anyways either, right?"

His once soft gaze turns dark and dangerous, an ominous aura surrounds him making you laugh nervously at his sudden change of demeanor "Don't worry! Yea I was kind of harassed, but it didn't go too far!" You replied, flexing one of your arms "And not to brag 'n all, but I did beat them up anyways soo"

You huffed with a proud smirk on your face, giving yourself a playful pat on the back. A chuckle was heard from the male, as once again, that dark expression washes away at the sight of you.

"So cute..."

"What was that?" You leaned in closer to hear his voice better, making him flinch and instinctively look away from you again "...Nothing, you're hearing things" he covered his mouth with his palm, still refusing to look at you.

You stared at him longer before shrugging your shoulders and leaned away, now focusing on the bodies laying on top of each other. "You know...if taken out if context, they look like their cuddling each other" You muttered, placing a hand under your chin to think of a way on how to deal with this mess.

"Pretty good blackmail material if you think about it." His quip lights up a light bulb on your head, snapping your fingers in he process which startled the guy a bit with your random snappy movements "You're a genius! I know just what to do know!"

You gave him a pat on the back and quickly started to shift the bullies into a position where it looks like they're cuddling and took out your phone to post it online, tagging everyone you know in the school, while also giggling like a child pranking their friends.

"Look at this! Those guys look pretty straight and the type to hate gay shit, so once people see this, it's gonna be nothing but public humiliation!" You exclaimed excitedly, jumping on your toes with your eyes shining and turning towards him "I have to pay you back for this amazing idea!"

He stared at you with wide eyes, still processing what happened before a smile graced his lips and a laugh reached his face. His cheeks are pink and his heart racing just by seeing your cute attitude over something so vile like blackmail and online revenge. "Jeez, never knew I'd meet someone so excited over online gossip" he teased.

"Oh hush, gossip is like a virus, it spread suuper~ quickly in a matter of seconds, kind of fitting for them don't you think?" You playfully nudge his chest which gives you an amused look on his face. You two were having so much fun you completely forgot about literal attempted murder.

"Nee, why don't I pay you back with some coffee? For giving me such good blackmail material" you smiled brightly at him, as if you did absolutely nothing wrong and totally didn't beat up two men into unconsciousness. That riled him up so bad.

Of course you're adorable, and by god was that so sexy of you to deal with bullies the randomly switching personalities like it's the most normal thing ever. He wanted to be with you longer. He needed to be with you longer.

"Sure, if that means I also have to pay you back with dessert for saving me" he quips, knowing your love for sweets, watching in adoration as your eyes lit up at free dessert and hastily agreeing to his deal.

"Oh! Let's get you fixed up first at the nurse's office, I can walk you there if you want!" You're too kind, too caring, too much for his heart to handle. He loves this, he loves you.

Oh how he wishes these moments of you would happen over and over again, but for now, he'll relish in your presence, admiring every single being of you. Worshiping his savior.

Eugh I feel like he's so OOC on this one HELP

[nightbeforethend]

*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟcuddling // xdinary heroes ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*

a/n: trying little baby blurbs so I can at least post SOMETHING when I’m not in the mood to write longer stuff?? Idk, these were fun to write really quick for giggles

warning(s): swearing, other than that there’s technically nothing that I view as anything crazy but like… obviously cuddling/physical affection… Jooyeon’s is very slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough I guess but I tried to make this as innocent and gender neutral as possible

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gunil <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“How do you like it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, clinging to Gunil like a koala while he laid in your arms. It probably looked ridiculous—your legs wrapped around him and arms hugging him tight as you clung onto him with all your might.

“I mean…” he started, voice already teasing, “I feel like I’m wearing a warm backpack.” He tried to turn his head to look at you, but you pushed it gently back onto your arm, which was currently serving as his pillow.

“Stay still,” you murmured, still grinning.

He let out a a soft laugh but didn’t resist, settling back against you. “I do wish I didn’t feel like I was being held captive every time I try to move, though.”

“So you don’t like being the small spoon?” you asked, though the way he shifted, pulling your leg tighter around him, told you all you needed to know.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied, lifting your hand from where it rested on his torso. He kissed each of your knuckles slowly; like it was the most natural thing in the world. “But if you say a word about this to anyone, I’ll never let you do this again.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you started to pull away dramatically. “Oh? Never again? Guess I’ll just—”

“Don’t.” His hands moved fast, pulling your arms and legs right back around him before you could even pretend to reclaim the tiniest bit of freedom.

“You addicted little liar,” you teased, laughing softly against his neck. “I knew you were bluffing.”

Gunil let out a quiet, shaky laugh; the sound tinged with just enough embarrassment to make his ears burn. He silently thanked the darkness for hiding the m blush that was creeping up his neck and settling across his cheeks.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jungsu <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“You’re aware that I can move you whenever I want to, right?”

Jungsu’s voice was calm, but the faint, mischievous shine in his eyes said he was already plotting his next move. You lifted your head from where it rested on his chest, meeting his gaze with the most innocent smile you could muster.

“Of course I’m aware,” you replied, tapping his nose playfully with your index finger before setting your head back down. Sure, you knew he could flip you over like it was nothing—but where was the fun in letting him think he had the upper hand all the time?

It didn’t take long—maybe a minute or two—before Jungsu made his move, flipping you effortlessly so that he was now draped over you instead. His eyes fluttered shut almost immediately as your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, massaging his scalp with just enough pressure to pull him deeper into relaxation.

“That’s not—god…” he mumbled, his words trailing off as your fingers worked their magic. “That’s not fair.”

If there was one thing you were good at, it was taking control in the subtlest of ways, even when Jungsu tried to assert himself. He’d never admit it to anyone else, but he loved the way you could see right through him—the way you knew exactly how to unravel him in minutes after a long day.

“Life’s not fair, buddy,” you teased, smirking as your fingers gave a light tug on his hair just to test the waters. Sure enough, an almost silent groan escaped his lips—almost being the key word.

“You’re kind of evil. Do you know that?” he muttered, using what little willpower he had left to at least let you know that he wasn’t blind; he knew exactly what you were doing.

“Of course I know that,” you replied, your heart softening as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, letting the moment linger for both your sakes. “How do you think I won you over in the first place?”

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gaon/jiseok <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“So, do you have an upset stomach or are you just hungry?” Jiseok asked, peeking up at you from where he’d made himself very comfortable, laying on your stomach like it was his personal pillow.

“Neither,” you replied, flicking his forehead lightly for breaking the peaceful silence. “Stomachs just make noise, babe. Not my fault you want to lay on mine 24/7.”

“It’s so soft,” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into you like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. You half-worried he might smother himself at some point, but he looked too peaceful to disturb.

“Well, that’s not exactly what anyone wants to hear about their stomach,” you teased.

“Don’t care,” Jiseok mumbled, his voice muffled as he wrapped his arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t dare try to move him. “You’re soft and comfortable. My little human teddy bear.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that had been bubbling in your chest since the moment he threw himself on top of you, dramatically swearing that he’d never let you move again.

Jiseok, didn’t care in the slightest. The smile he’d been wearing since he found you waiting for him in bed stayed on his face, his happiness so warm and inviting that it was impossible not to feel it too.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> o.de/seungmin <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Baby… I’m begging you to get some sleep,” you whispered, nudging Seungmin lightly. He stirred a bit, lifting his head from your shoulder, eyes squinting at you in sleepy confusion.

“I was getting some sleep,” he mumbled, voice soft and scratchy as he tightened his arms around your waist like you were his personal pillow. He buried his face back into the curve of your shoulder, clearly unwilling to move. The thought of leaving his spot to sleep in your bed without you was, apparently, too insane to even entertain.

“I meant—” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know what you meant,” he murmured, pressing a barely-there kiss to your skin. His words slurred slightly as sleep began to drag him back under. “Now finish your paper so we can go to sleep together, yeah?”

And just like that, his breathing evened out again, settling into a steady rhythm as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped snug around your waist. He was warmer and much more comfortable than your flimsy desk chair could ever hope to be, and you weren’t about to complain about being the comfiest you’ve ever been while you edited the final parts of your paper.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.->junhan/hyeongjun<-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Babe… I promise I’m… not going anywhere,” Hyeongjun mumbled against your chest, the words barely coherent with how little space there was between his mouth and you.

“Can’t risk you changing your mind,” you replied sleepily, arms tightening around him as you locked your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Hyeongjun let out a dramatic sigh, though the warmth in his voice gave him away. “I am begging you to let me take a deep breath,” he pleaded, but if he was being honest, he wouldn’t mind suffocating like this. If he had to go, being smothered by you was hardly a bad way to leave this earth.

“Fine,” you muttered, loosening your grip just enough for him to raise his head. He inhaled deeply a couple times before you yanked him back down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before nuzzling your face back into your pillow.

Hyeongjun smiled softly, his body melting into yours as your arms found their place around him again, anchoring him in your warmth. While he wasn’t naturally the most physically affectionate person, there was something about the way you clung to him like he was the only thing grounding you that made his heart ache in the best way.

As the quiet settled around you both, one thought lingered in his mind: maybe he didn’t need to breathe that much after all—at least not if it meant losing this. He tightened his hold just around you just a bit, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him to the most content sleep he’d had in ages.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jooyeon <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Yuck.”

You and Jooyeon both looked up to see Jungsu standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression teetering somewhere between disgust and exhaustion.

“No offense,” he began, gesturing vaguely at the two of you tangled together, “but we didn’t buy a loveseat just so you two could monopolize it 24/7.”

Jooyeon smirked, completely unbothered, and pulled you even closer into him, like he was daring Jungsu to keep talking. “What’s the problem? Is it the lack of loving on the loveseat? We can fix that if you’re into watch—”

“Enough!” you and Jungsu snapped in unison, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m going to my room,” Jungsu announced, already turning to flee. “Goodnight, Y/N. Jooyeon… choke.”

The slam of his door echoed through the apartment, leaving you and Jooyeon alone in the sudden silence. It lasted all of two seconds before you both burst into laughter, Jooyeon’s shoulders shaking as he pulled you fully onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist even tighter, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, grinning against your skin.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and smug, “apparently, he doesn’t like to watch.”

You swatted his arm playfully, laughing even more when he clutched at his chest like you’d just reached inside and took his heart with you.

“You’ve gotta stop rubbing it in that you have someone to cuddle,” you teased softly, absentmindedly threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re going to drive the others insane.”

Jooyeon simply shook his head because at the end of the day, how could he not rub it in?

“If they weren’t so bitchless, they’d have a gorgeous person to cuddle on our loveseat too,” he said casually, shrugging like it wasn’t the most outrageous thing he could’ve responded with. “That’s a them problem though. Me? I’m living the dream.”

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language, might be offensive idk (lmk if it is so i should take it down if necessary) , mentions of birth, mentions of alcohol and weed, gayness

Desc: it's Mitsuya's day of birth

Chifuyu: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITSUYA-KUN ⚠️❗💜😋😁

Baji: what's up with the emoji's

Mitsuya: thanks Chifuyu

Baji: happy getting out of the pussy day

Mitsuya: 😐

Kazutora: didn't he get circumcised?

Mitsuya: man what

Baji: ...

Baji: fuck that gotta do with what i just said

Baji: you just say shit

Kazutora: i'm talking about his birth method

Kazutora: keep up, Keisuke 😐

Chifuyu: you're so fucking stupid

Kazutora: HOW AM I STUPID

Kazutora: Mitsuya's mom was circumcised

Kazutora: it wasn't a vaginal birth

Kazutora: he was essentially removed, rather than birthed

Baji: "he was essentially removed, rather than birthed🤓👆"

Mikey: bro how do you even know that?

Chifuyu: R U TALKING ABOUT A C-SECTION????

Kazutora: IS THAT WHAT I FUCKING SAID?? NO

Kazutora: i hate talking to stupid mf's 🙄

Baji: i don't understand why people say i'm the stupidest

Draken: *most stupid

Draken: you honestly proved everyone's point

Baji: fuck off

Mitsuya: ok you guys can shut up now

Draken: happy birthday Takashi

Draken: my sworn brother

Draken: my other half

Draken: my twin dragon

Draken: love ya man

Mitsuya: thank you Draken🙂

Baji: did u have socks on

Draken: ...?

Baji: you can't say "i love ya" and "my other half" without any socks on

Baji: it implies a sense homosexuality

Baji: but if you have socks on then it's fine

Draken: i'm sick of you

Baji: bro doesn't have any socks on 💀

Mitsuya: you guys can shut up now x2

Mitsuya: also

Mitsuya: you don't all have to say happy birthday just say it when we meet up cause i feel awkward saying thank you to every single one of you

Mikey: hope you enjoyed my birthday present 💪😎

Mitsuya: yeah...

Mitsuya: the half eaten taiyaki

Mitsuya: appreciate it

Mikey: anything for the homies ❤

Mitsuya: 😒

Draken: where's Hakkai

Draken: surprised he hasn't said anything about your birthday

Mitsuya: he's planning a surprise birthday party

Baji: surprise🤨?

Mitsuya: he told me not to not text him cause he's busy with my surprise birthday party

Mitsuya: i don't think he realized that he told me

Mitsuya: i don't wanna bum him out so i'll still act surprised

Mitsuya: i appreciate it either way

Chifuyu: Takemitchy, Angry and I have been helping him plan this for weeks, and he just fucking told you😐

Mitsuya: i guess lol

Mitsuya: also said he has a surprise for me

Baji: he's gonna tongue you down, i just know it

Mitsuya: stfu

Mikey: are y'all together or not

Mitsuya: don't know what you're taking about

Draken: bro's taking his time

Mikey: Mitsuya you're 21 now

Mikey: it's been 8 years???😭

Smiley: i may not have a birthday present but i'll bring queer and weed

Smiley: since y'all follow the law or whatnot and you're legal now

Smiley: hypocrites

Draken: what's wrong with following the law?

Smiley: you think beating people half to death was fucking legal, Draken?

Draken: well... no

Draken: doesn't mean we should abuse substances, underage

Smiley: ❤H Y P O C R I T E❤

Smiley: and a lot of the people we know smoke so idk why you're all the way in my ass rn

Draken: yeah but cigarettes aren't drugs

Smiley: weed >>>>> cigarettes

Draken: the ability to breath when i'm in my thirties >>>>

Smiley: fair

Baji: wdym you'll bring a queer and weed🤨

Smiley: why would i bring a queer when Mitsuya is literally right there

Smiley: i meant beer

Smiley: pride month changing my damn autocorrect😒

Kazutora: stop saying slurs

Smiley: bro the gays reclaimed that shit

Smiley: it's a blanket term for the ABCDEFG community or whatever the fuck

Draken: i feel like you're being homophobic

Smiley: nuh uh

Smiley: dude look

Smiley: 👬 👭

Smiley: see?😁

Smiley: am i still homophobic?

Baji: he got us there

Draken: wha-

Draken: what the fuck is that supposed to prove?

*Hakkai has gone online*

Hakkai: HI TAKA-CHAN

Hakkai: could you please come over to my place for no particular reason?🤔

Hakkai: hmmmm, it kinda feels like i'm forgetting something

Hakkai: maybe like, a public holiday?

Hakkai: who knows?🤷‍♂️

Hakkai: anyway

Hakkai: let's hang out like the regular days in which we are normal 🤗

Hakkai: see you soon 😁

Mitsuya: ...

Mitsuya: yeah sure Hakkai

Mitsuya: be right over

Hakkai: ❤

*Hakkai has gone offline*

Mikey: 💀

Chifuyu: i hate him

Baji: did he even fucking try

[softantlers]

What made you think of Nat as tmasc? /gen

yeah, interesting question because my first thought is "vibe" so hmmmm i'll try to bring out what comes up for me.

maybe there's a bit of me personally relating to nat. while i fall into more of a genderfluid space that comes closer to butch than strictly tmasc (most of the time), i just see some genderfuckery going on with the character. it's especially apparent in nat's style in the second season, like there's something boyish happening, which doesn't HAVE to be a tmasc thing (more on that later), but which is satisfying (to me) to view in that light.

it gets tricky talking about this because you invariably get into scarcity discourse with other people-- us bitches lose it and go off on "why can't you let xyz gender be BIG and BROAD and HAVE NUANCE-- the character doesn't have to be xyz gender because of xyz gender transgression" and it's like, yeah, absolutely that's true. but also if it's fulfilling for me (& plenty of others) to imagine this possibility for the character when there's so little other representation, then who does it hurt? i've written nat as cis and i've written nat as tmasc and i like exploring both worlds. so one headcanon doesn't have to be in competition with the other.

but yeah, i guess getting back to the question at hand, all the characters in yellowjackets are coming to these revelations about themselves in the wilderness. what's rich to me about nat in sort of a tmasc trajectory is that (i'm gonna start using he/him pronouns because fuck yeah) he's taking these symbols of archetypical masculinity and carving them into something else for himself.

so like if you think about nat's experience with his father and the abuse there and what a gun means to him in terms of masculine violence and then you square that with his efforts to reclaim the gun and use it for something good, something to provide for his team... there's such rich possibilities there if you bring in a tmasc headcanon because that sort of reclamation is an essential part of the realization that you're masc...

like the vibe is-- how can i be this? this thing that isn't inherently bad but that has certainly been associated with people who have hurt me and others? it's so fucking layered and complicated, especially, especially, if you have a fuckshit relationship with your dad. and so, there's something powerful in visualizing nat making the effort to carve out his own masculinity in the wilderness and to channel it into something that's caregiving and good against the backdrop of what he grew up with.

(and AGAIN, because disclaimers will abound in this meta, i never want to minimize the diversity of genders among cis people. like cis people, idk if you realize it but y'all do have different genders from each other kdsjfkfdjlaflk--because you could absolutely have a similar satisfaction in reading nat as a woman and manipulating these symbols too. BUT-- why not do both? why not let people get fucky with either or both i say???)

also in terms of tmasc fluidity, which oh my fucking goddd is such a battleground, i think headcanoning nat as tmasc gives representation to people in a way that's valuable! like my personal hc of nat's style in a transition sense is like... he's basically the same. deeper voice, a bit of scruff, but he's still wearing his fuckass headband and maybe even bleaching his hair. i think the stylistic aspect of the character is fulfilling to explore because there's so much bullshit about how trans people have to look and tbh a lot of infighting about it too, and what we end up with in terms of media representation are these perfectly binary heteronormative representations that appeal to cis people.

sooooooo the option to have fun with this character who can be seen as just as riot girl and unapologetically bisexual as he is still fundamentally a dude is very fun. (because tbh idk if we'll ever get purposeful representation of someone like tmasc nat on television-- even though we're out here!!)

at least considering all this is fun for me. and again, i'll always come back to nat just feeling so appealingly genderfucked. personally, i see it as a value good that people of so many different genders/sexualities relate to the character!

-mic drop-

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don't look back

im sorry for posting blood, my mistake, sorry im the mutual that does stuff thats either too weird or too heavy for fnafhs out of all things. but ugh these two drive me a little bit crazyyy they dooo they dooo

Hey guys do you ever think about how Onnie was hit and thought of as weak and was literally chased into an alleway and would have gotten the shit beaten out of him if Deuz didn't show up. Hey guys do you ever. think. about. how completely stunned he looked when he got saved, not relieved or grateful but stunned, surprised.

hey. guys. gritting my teeth.

These two are similar, and i hate it so much. Onnie had absolutely no one until he was literally backed into a corner, bonnie didnt care about what the hell happened to him until he had friends. Bonnie having friends changed him for the better and allowed him to better all of his life. Onnie getting the nightmares didn't get rid of the need to "be strong" or put on a facade to survive, it just gave him something to fall back on.

Onnie has meant a lot to me over the years he has been my favorite since great escape happened, I make the stuff he goes through be a lot more brutal than just punching and the occasional black eye because fun pia lore: I got bullied! and really badly. I got my back set on fire and my leg broken etc etc, and I always saw onnie as an interesting way to showcase being a victim of all of that and even then still being completely unhinged and inflicting that onto someone else, all because he never wants to feel that weak again. It's a cycle... the way onnie has gone through pain like this and chooses to rehash it to someone he KNOWS he cannot lose against. Idk i like when people that suffer aren't soft little perfect victims and are capable of being absolutely horrid people!!!

In my head hes pretty much the only one who has it out for bonnie, and hes not someone who got mellowed out by his friends and became a virtuous brave person who can stand up against what happened to him like bonnie and learning to stand up for himself once he gets friends. His experiences and his enviroment being dangerous even after he stopped being alone shaped him to be an objectively bad person no matter how much he suffered, no matter how much grander his suffering may be against bonnie's, he is still inflicting it all the same, he is still projecting and trying to kill any weak and pathetic part of him through the other guy.

Bonnie is like him, bonnie has a better life than him, bonnie has it better than him and hes going soft on him compared to all the bullshit that happened to him and he hates it. He can be on the upper hand and he can get something back and he can reclaim something in his head by being the one on the top of the interaction. And he feels insane for still feeling like this years after and wants bonnie to feel the exact same, he just wants to drive him crazy. Because why should HE be the only one.

He's a bad person and he means so much to me and i hate him and im glad bonnie bit his finger off, amen.

i just i agghhghgh i see people not really treating what bonnie goes through with severity because the nightmares are blorbos and they are funny and silly but bwageghrhghghhhh im inmune to beatings is an insane thing to come out of a childs mouth. I guess I'm also guilty of it since i make most of it fall onto onnie and onyx and completely take deuz and maggie out of the picture alltogether, but ughfghhghgh bullying... in media.... gritting my teeth grinning so hard they shatter

anyways whole buncha NOTHING in all that text, TLDR: I think bonnie bullying plotline is a horror movie and i give onnie like 10000 things wrong in his head including seeing a weaker him in bonnie. stop picking fights with children.

[eri-pl]

(followup to this poll)

(We are deciding what we want to happen, not what would be most likely.)

Feanor has* a vision of Maedhros throwing himself into a volcano (also, he's got a lot of scars and just one hand and there's apparently some cataclysmic event around + there is a strange glowing thing in the sky + WHAT? why is the Silmaril burning him???)

His heart says to him: "Behold!…

\* assume it is happenning shortly before the action mentioned in your answer, at an appropriate point to not do the thing.

My thoughts on what might happen in some of those scenarios:

[In case it's confusing: I call the bad guy Melkor or Morgoth depending on how he was called at a given point in story. this is the natural way to do it for me.]

Feanor doesn't make the Silmarils is the boring option tbh.

Cooperate with Melkor... you could have Melkor gaining some common sense, and generally those two realizing that they have some ugly traits in common and getting into a more constructive sort of rivarly... but no. :D Realistically, it would end up as bad as the canon, maybe with a different setup of alliances and anmities.

Doesn't go to the party... I think this is what Melkor expected. We end up with Feanor dead but I think he would beat up Melkor well too. Melkor had underestimated him.

Which means that Ungolianth would have a good opportunity to negotiate her payment earlier. We may end up with a hilarious (well, ok, also tragic because Feanor dies) scene where Tulkas is the one to chase Ungoliant off from Melkor's face.

And Melkor gets (impisoned? kicked into the void?) so Beleriand is safe, I guess. Well, except one little admirable guy being left there without any supervision.

Also, the Trees are dead but the Silmarils are probably reclaimed and without Feanor having the opportunity to refuse earlier, his sons may allow the Valar to use them. The problem is: can anyone break them? (Alternatively, they got eaten by Ungolianth)

Take Finwe and Silmarils to the party… I assume Melkor knew (at least predicted) that Feanor would leave the gems (and maybe himself too) at home. So here we end up with a last-minute change of plans leading to a very surprised Melkor.

The Trees are still dead, but the Silmarils are available, and with Finwe being alive... I don't know. Feanor would surely take Finwë's opinion into account, but would Finwë want him to let Yavanna reboot the Trees at the cost of Silmarils? With Feanor believing that it would kill him: no, he wouldn't.

We still very likely get an Oath (to protect them from the Valar, which was imo the main goal of the oath) and Finwë is swearing it too. I like it, this makes 9 of them and 9 is a cool number.

And the Oath means that Feanor is banished, so they leave to Beleriand anyway. They wanted to leave even before the Darkening. Just with Finwë. Which may impact Olwë's reaction and later, Thingol's. Also, Finwë is the one going to "parley" with Morgoth (about what, if he has no Silmarils? idk, but Morgoth would think of something for sure)

Give up the Silmarils… Ooooh. this is the interesting one. I'll be honest: this is the one with best vibes for me. It just feels right and like it would result in the worst of Feanor's flaws going away.

The Trees are still dead, because the jewels are gone. However, I imagine this would change how the Silmarils impact Morgoth (because metaphysics). and by that I mean it's both more painful and somehow more constructive, more helpful to the general story?

Also there would be a Valar-approved army going to reclaim the gems, probably led by Eonwë. And much more coherent and with less tensions. And, of course, no problem with ships.

I like to think that Indis would go to war (why not? Morgoth killed her husband after all, even if she didn't care much for said husband). I like it because then she can die and Finwë and Miriel can live happily again and by letting go of revenge for Finwë, Feanor would eventually get Finwë back which is wonderful.

I don't hate Indis, but she is the third wheel here, sorry. Also, I believe she would stay in Mandos to let Finwë be happy with Miriel, because she is a good person. A good perso that is the third wheel.

Generally, somehow, happy ending. Happier than in the Silm, anyway. And Feanor doesn't die, or at least not for long. Miriel could heal after giving birth to him, he can heal after breaking the Silmarils.

Don't leave Aman... I'm not sure. He may start a civil war eventually (preasure the Valar to chase Morgoth and the preasuring escalates).

Doesn't swear the oath. This is another interesting one. He is not banished from Aman, just leaves by himself. The Teleri may be more cooperative. There may be no or less of doom of the Noldor.

It all may result in the sons of Feanor being much more cooperative after he died, trying to somehow make amends with the Valar? IDK.

Doesn't fight the Teleri… What's the alternative? Trying to build his own ships, or Helcaraxe? With all the tensions among his host? I think it's another "civil war" one.

Doesn't burn the ships… Much damage is done already, and I think Feanor still goes in front of the army and dies. It's just in character for him.

Succession crisis ensues (I don't think Maedhros liked Fingolfin a whole lot at this point?), Morgoth invites a king to a parlay… both of them, asking each to keep it secret… Fingolfin has to save both his cousin and his father.

I don't think there's much improvement overall. There is surely a big improvement for all who died or otherwise suffered the Helcaraxe, but in the historical perspective? Not much.

Doesn't die on Balrogs? This results to Maedhros not gtting captured, at least not so early. Feanor wouldn't go to a parlay— wait. He wouldn't be invited to a parlay. He would be invited to a duel. And go there, of course. Morgoth would be delighted. (Of course there would be no duel. It would be the same as with the parlay... And then he would have Feanor to "play with")

The sons would probably assume him dead? I'm not sure. Or they would die one by one trying to free him?

Anyway, bad idea. Probably worse than canon.

No second oath… I don't think it would change much. It felt like it deserved to be an option, but… idk.

[henrysglock]

Do you think there would be any way in which stranger things could have a satisfying ending if Eleven died?

After all, even overlooking the fact that she suffered more than any other character for basically her entire life and her dying (fr dying not like s1 where she was all but confirmed to still be out there somewhere) would feel needlessly cruel, her entire storyline has involved Eleven building a life and family for herself and no longer being alone (along with learning how she can rely on others and it isn’t just her vs the entire world).

Then there’s the fact that if she died that would destroy Hopper’s chance at a happy ending as well, he was utterly devastated by Sarah’s (Sara?) death and was a shell of himself that began to pull himself together to raise Eleven (although I won’t defend some of the things he did in this pursuit, s3 I’m looking at you) and then spent all of s4 fighting to get back to her and wishing he’d done better for her - you can’t tell me that losing a second daughter wouldn’t absolutely break him. Losing Eleven would also devastate Mike as she’s one of the most important people in his life, whether you read them as romantic or platonic. And those are just some of the main impacts her death would cause. Idk, I’m just not sure that there could be a satisfying (or happy ending like the Duffers stated there would be) if Eleven died although I’d be interested to know if you think there would be a way that could happen.

I think the closest thing, in my mind, to a satisfying ending where El dies or "dies" is in a theoretical case I've been floating around Wilbur, that theoretical case being:

If an infant were flayed and then raised as human in a laboratory, would they know they're not full human? Would they ever be able to fully mesh with humanity, or would their nature eventually rear its head and hold them back? And would the Shadow let them go, or would it be eternally looking to merge that offshoot back into the hive mind?

A lot of this theoretical case is based in TFS lore, specifically the direct paralleling between Barbara Allen and her witch baby and Terry Ives and Jane (for example, on Broadway, Patty as Barbara now has a scene where she's dressed in a Terry-style bloody gown, begging the witches not to reclaim the human-witch hybrid baby she had with John), as well as the parallels to D'art that exist therein with both the witch baby and with El, and the barely-explained blood transfusion/Shadow blood infection lore that surrounds HNL. However, some of it is based in NINA lore, specifically the re-absorption of the children save for El, which is directly paralleled to Terry's "miscarriage"...which leads me to believe I may have been closer to correct about certain aspects of the massacre than I thought.

We don't know what, exactly, the blood transfusions do. I would argue it doesn't give anyone powers that weren't already latent in them, but I'm also not able to say for certain what those transfusions do. I can make an educated guess that the transfusions trigger latent power in those like Henry, who can survive and even fight off the Shadow, but...nothing's confirmed.

So, hypothetically speaking, the transfusions could be a means of finding a suitable host, and no one would be any the wiser if the infants, being so mold-able in terms of mind/personality, were actually hybrids between human and Shadow.

Thus, you could have a situation where El is trapped between two realms Lady Amalthea/The Last Unicorn-style. She can't stay in the human dimension, because the Mindflayer will always be looking to bring her home, so its a sacrifice of her figuring out where she really belongs...and where she belongs isn't, necessarily, with humans. I could see that being a fulfilling ending, honestly.

However, if that's the case...I do think it would be a more compelling story if the Mindflayer, whose "children" were stolen from it back in 1943 and who seems to have been working to bring them home ever since, learned to let El go on account of her wanting to stay in the human realm.

[hood-ex]

Finished JJK S2. Many thoughts below.

I'm kinda "hmm" over the parallels in personalities between the Yuji/Megumi/Nobara team and the Satoru/Suguru/Shoko team. Yuji and Gojo as the powerhouses with loud mouths. Megumi and Suguru as the quieter members. Nobara and Shoko as the boisterous don't take shit ones. Like idk I guess I'm just worried about Megumi in this equation and hoping he doesn't pull a Sasuke (or duh Suguru lmao) at some point.

Speaking of Megumi, he was only really involved in about 3 fights total. I missed him in the bigger showdowns with the others. On the other hand, I'm really glad Nobara got to step in and deal some actual damage to Mahito. Like I said before, fuck Mahito, all my homies hate Mahito. I mean, seriously, it felt like Yuji was getting nowhere with Mahito, so when Nobara got that hit in, I was cheering, I was hooting. I was painting "Nobara" on the back of my shirt. What an awesome moment for her.

Sorry I watched basically the entire series today so my brain is burning, my memories feel like soup rn, I'm going out of order when talking about events. Uhhh... oh I'm glad Jogo and Hanami died. I was sick of them. The difference in the fight between Jogo and Sukuna vs. Sukuna and Megumi's thingy. His... what was it called again? Eh whatever you know what I'm talking about. The pact (?) monster Megumi called forth before he went unconscious. The difference in those fights was super interesting. With Jogo, Sukuna was just having fun and not worried at all. With Megumi's thingy, Sukuna actually had to strategize a bit and such. No wonder he has a fascination with Megumi.

Too bad Sukuna killed those sisters but honestly not surprised. I did like how those sisters revived Yuji/Sukuna.

Oh?? And Choso dude?? The sibling reveal?? You have nooo idea how much I didn't want Choso to get killed off at the very end. I was hoping, I was praying, I was like absolutely not, now that I know he's Yuji's older brother, he cannot die. Ever. Everrr. Bc you know me and my thing about siblings. Love em. I was laughing when Choso was telling Yuji to call him older brother, and Yuji was like dude whaaat lmao. Like shhh, Yuji, shhh. Just accept it. You have two brothers now. Aoi and Choso. Lolol.

Speaking of Aoi, I had a moment where I was like, okay, I can get over Nanami's death because he had accepted his death, he was tired, he was ready to go, but I CANNOT accept Aoi's death. Even the thought of him dying made me start to tear up. He's definitely one of my favorite characters now, which is funny, bc I thought he was just annoying in his first appearance. But the fact that he has Yuji and Takada in his locket?? LMAOOO THIS MAN IS SO UNSERIOUS PLS. Sucks he lost a hand, but I'd rather him lose a limb than lose a life. (Fuck me, he's gonna die at some point isn't he? I will literally sob. I'm not kidding, I will sob when/if that happens.)

Oh yeah and Nanami fucks forever and always. He was so hot for wrapping his tie around his hand like that. Ugh. Love him. Gonna miss him. Hope someone reclaims his weapon. I actually didn't cry over him bc, like I said, he was just... ready to go. He was too tired to go on. I could accept that.

Bro did Maki die?? I mean surely if Nanami survived then maybe she did as well...? I hope she didn't die. I liked her.

Owww my brain hurts, I need to get my thoughts out faster. Uhh... ohhh. Oh. When Yuji witnessed Nanami's death on top of Nobara's death (not convinced she's 100% dead though bc of the medic boy being like idk she was dead but maybe she won't be bc of my healing) and on top of seeing what Sukuna had done to Shibuya... holy fuck... talk about a lot of trauma in a short time. Dude when he just gave up after Nobara's death... and he curled up and cried when Aoi appeared... that hurt me. That made me feel like I was in the stadium of the first Pokemon movie watching all the Pokemon cry over Ash's stone body. It felt like that moment. That sadness and grief just overwhelming. Damn. What a good moment though.

I haven't even talked about Satoru yet. Woooow... the way he demolished all those curses at the train station in such a short time... crazy. Sucks he's trapped in a box. Like idk what else to say lmao. Free my man Satoru.

Omg omg omg can I talk about how two of my favorite moments of the whole series ended up in this season?? So the scene where Nobara talked to that girl from Yuji's high school who had a crush on him, and she called Megumi to come meet them, and then Yuji appeared later. Ahhh!! Squee!!! Megumi was sooo cute! And he was super cute in my other fav flashback scene where Nobara spilled coffee or whatever on Satoru's shirt, and Megumi stuffed the shirt under his own shirt to hide it from Satoru. Like lmao he gave himself boobies. PLS HE'S SO CUTE. MY LIL BEANIE BABY. See, this is why I can't have this man go all Sasuke. I need him to stay on the team for cute moments like that.

And speaking of cute Megumi things, I thought it was so cute when he was planning to die, and he replayed the last words he and Yuji said to each other. Something about them like staying safe/meeting up later or whatever. And he was like sorry I broke my word, Yuji. Something akin to that. :3

Holy moly some of the dialogue goes on for way too long during fight scenes and such. Like I know they have to explain all the techniques and details of curses and such, but it makes the fight scenes seem so much longer, and I'm like goddd please just shut up and fight (I'm literally not retaining any of the info they're saying anyway asldkja)!! Also, some of the fight scenes, even without a ton of dialogue, were just ridiculously long. Like did we really need 3-4 episodes of one fight between Yuji and Mahito?? I was like somebody new please come in and kill Mahito ASAP.

LOL the way that I was like "FINALLY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME?" when Yuta finally arrived at the end, only to be like boooooo when he said he was gonna kill Yuji. Like nooo you two are supposed to be friends, okay. Be friends. Amigos. Pals. Fight side-by-side. Nah but surely Yuta will come around and fight alongside Yuji, right... right...

Wow yeah lots and lots of deaths this season. And now Megumi's sister is awake so okaaay...

Also, that Megumi dad dude was awesome as hell. He was freaking insaaane. I didn't care that he was kicking everyone's ass, I was just like let's goooo!

So anyway if any of y'all are reading the manga, please lemme know if Yuji and Choso retain a stronger bond of sorts or if that doesn't happen at all. Or if Choso straight up dies and they never get the chance for any kind of "hey that scar brain dude helped birth us so we're brothers" talk.

!!! I almost forgot!!! Why was Megumi holding Yuji's hood like this lmao. It was cute. And just. the big pile of bunnies.

[halfetirosie]

🐟🦊🐟 At least there's a silver lining to this shitstorm!!! 🐟🦊🐟

(Scales 11 - 13 React-os!)

Is it a happy ending? No. But it wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

1) I know I'm just repeating myself at this point, but this moment is very TELLING about how this village, by the chief's own admission, really view merfolk.

"we could say this is what you live for"????

---BITCH?!?!?!?!

You know what this shows me? A NAUSEATING amount of feelings of UNJUSTIFIED ENTITLEMENT.

Even though Umi told the villagers multiple times that he wasn't protecting the island for their sake---and it's a known fact that they massacred merfolk in the past---they've deluded themselves into thinking they're entitled to his protection; despite how SHITTY each and every one of them are. 😡😡😡😡😡

2) ✨ A RARE HEROIC (or I guess anti-heroic?) KUYA!!!!! ✨

YASSSS, BITCH!!!! TRASH IS MEANT TO BE BURNED!!!! 🎉🔥🎉🔥🎉🔥🎉🔥🎉🔥

I know that Eiden is probably going to stop Kuya soon, much to my annoyance, but I really needed a small victory in this depressing-ass event...

3) Oh GOD...

FOR FUCKS SAKE, LET ME JUMP INTO THE SCREEN, ALREADY!!!

IF NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO TELL HIM WHAT HE NEEDS TO HEAR, I'LL DO IT MYSELF, DAMN IT!!!!

Umi, whoever this "him" you made a promise to is, he is not in the minority of humanity. I know that people can be pessimistic about the nature of humans, since we tend to remember negative events more than the positive ones, but I can confidently say that the majority of humanity at least have a sense of basic morality.

Unfortunately, though, it seems that that guy WAS in the minority on this island.

SO JUST LEAVE THESE ASSHOLES!!!! THEY DON'T DESERVE YOU!!!!

4) Umi, please stop torturing yourself!!! You already know the answer to this question!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

THE ANSWER IS A BIG, FAT NO!!!!!

Hell, I would even go so far as to say that it never "the place of your promise," since it was never a place worth protecting in the first place.

----WAIT. 😨 (⊙_⊙)

UMI, WHAT DO YOU MEAN "PROTECT FOR ALL ETERNITY"?!?!?! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF; YOU ONLY PROMISED TO DO IT FOR A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME, UNTIL THE SEAS NATURALLY STARTED TO RECLAIM THE ISLAND.

UMI, YOUR PROMISE WASN'T FOR ETERNITY!!!! DO NOT GET IT TWISTED!!!!

UMI, DO NOT DEDICATE YOURSELF TO THIS ISLAND BEYOND THE BOUNDS OF THIS PROMISE!!!!

5) GODDAMNIT, UMI!!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

NOOOOOOO!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

6) ???? Another ✨ HEROIC KUYA ✨????

Okay; it's kinda unclear what Kuya did here, but the fact that Kuya even did something instead of just watching bullshit happen (his usual M.O) is proof enough to me that he somehow saved Umi's life.

I DON'T CARE THAT UMI IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!!!!

We don't know what type of fish he is! He could've easily slipped away in his Tiny Fish Form while everyone was semi-blinded from the light!!!! 😤😤😤

To specify, here's my theory as to what happened here:

Usually, if someone where to lose all of the essence they have, they would die. That is what happened in the past for the creation of the original fish scale relic.

HOWEVER, we know that in the case of yokai, if they lose a ton of/the majority of their essence, their life won't be in danger; they will simply revert to animal form and be stuck that way for a long time, until they've replenished their essence. We know this from Kuya's story of the Lord of Yokai doing that to him after he tried to take his own life, and also from Kuya doing that to the tanuki.

Therefore, when Kuya used his essence while Umi was making the relic, I think he either 1) Made some of his own essence go towards the relic (so Umi wouldn't lose ALL of his and then die), OR 2) Injected his essence into Umi the moment he lost all of his.

Personally, I think the first option is more likely, since idk if the second option is even possible.

BUT ALSO: Notice how in the image of the new relic, the scale is entirely a blue/green, except for that one tiny bit of purple on the bottom-righthand side???

UMI'S SPRITE NEVER HAD THAT SHADE OF PURPLE, YA'LL. 😎

7) Oh, my poor, sweet child... 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

One again, THE ANSWER IS A BIG, FAT NO!!!!!

Kuya should've burned this place to the ground when he had the chance!!!

8) I honestly can't even tell if Kuya is lying or not.

I mean, yes, I believe he did decide to help save Umi's life. However, I don't know if he did it out of acknowledgement/respect for Umi. I think it's more likely that he did it out of pity, or a sense of obligation to save a fellow yokai.

BUT, then again, as I mentioned in a previous post, I theorize that Kuya may have made honest attempts to get along with humanity in the past. So, I feel like there's a chance that he secretly sympathized with Umi's struggle.

🤷‍♀️

9) HELL YEAH, I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!

THANK YOU, KUYA!!! YOU DID SOMETHING GOOD FOR ONCE!!!!

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THIS DOESN'T CONFIRM THAT UMI SURVIVED.

I'm still very upset that Umi decided to sacrifice himself for the bitch-ass garbage-fire villagers---they should've been left to drown.

But at least Kuya was finally able to show a sliver of compassion to others!!!

HOORAY FOR THE-BARE-MINIMUM!!!!

CHARACTER GROWTH!!!

🥂🎉

...

...But does Umi still have his memories??? Is he even a yokai anymore????

...I'll just try not to think about it too hard. This event was depressing enough without adding an extra emotional crisis.

🐟 End of the misery report 🐟

[window-on-the-west]

8, 10, 11, 16, 20 :)

Whadda hell I can't send an ask from my main blog. Well this is corvin-art. You know that. Why am I saying that

Aww you sent a lot 🥺 thanks babe lol, I'll throw my responses under a cut

8. Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

Yes 😭 Ategnatos, aka, the Gale mpreg fic where Giliath gets Gale's Orb transfused to him and sacrifices himself instead so that Gale can raise his and Mystra's child. But more than that I'd really, really just love to read a comfort fic with all my favorite things. Namely spacesuits/puffy suits. I could really use a comfy suit fic right now ngl 💀

10. If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

Omg I feel like normally I'd have a good answer for this but I do not right now </3 Although I guess I'd be okay if I never saw cannibalism again, especially if it's that "act of devotion" type of stuff? IT'S FINE IF OTHER PEOPLE LIKE TO WRITE/READ IT. I JUST DON'T. LOL. Squicks me out so much. Oh and blooddrinking but that's easier to just skip over lol it's the cannibalism that makes my skin crawl

11. Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

So much soft fluffy comfort stuff,,, I'm really into soft mpreg right now IDK WHY. So maybe that's not a good answer for "seven-and-a-half-years?" I guess a better answer to that would be space-themed stuff, especially if it's lighthearted and sweet.

16. Is there a commonly held misconception about one of your stories that you’d like to correct for the masses?

Lol I don't think "the masses" really read my stuff but I want to make it abundantly clear that just because Giliath is my specialist little boy doesn't mean he's always in the right or that I think he's in the right. A lot of the time I'll write him and be like "man c'mon, why are you doing that?"

Dovetailing off of that, he tries to be this absolute paragon of goodness and the ironic thing about that is that sometimes he really hurts people by doing what he thinks is the right thing. I really didn't mean for him to be a Lawful Good(TM) character but he kind of is, and not just because he thinks it's Good and Just or whatever, but because the alternative is admitting he needs help and that he too has very selfish desires and wants to feel soft and vulnerable -- and he can't have that. He needs to be the protector. Even if it's corroding him in the long-run

20. Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

Ohh great question, and I see I've gotten a couple others asking this one as well!!

I'm going to talk about Light. I don't actually have a ton of things to say about it but I fucking love this fic. Thinking about it makes me so happy, and that goes for the other fic on that account too (which is just a drabble but is so important to me).

I think it's funny how I basically went from sheer terror of posting something that is actually so sweet and gentle and now I'm like... okay! It's fine, actually! It's like reclaiming myself in a way. I don't usually care about my fics. I put a lot of work into them but at the end of the day they are not something that I personally would want to read. But I like reading these. Or, if I can't bring myself to read them, I like thinking about them (because I have to admit it's still kind of embarrassing to read my writing once it's posted).

But yeah, I feel a lot of shame for how self-indulgent and saccharine this stuff is, but a friend of mine (you know who you are) is teaching me that writing is a sanctuary, and that this is where I can go and be safe and my weird little self while the world outside feels like it's on a high speed collision course. Hating myself for liking things isn't helping anyone and it kind of makes others feel like they need to hate themselves, too. So while the shame isn't gone completely, every day I feel a little more comfortable being myself and just being fucking weird. And I hope I can inspire others to be like that too.

[lyriumwraithed]

Ok so I've furthered fenris' companion quest and I have Questions (that may or may not be answered in canon somewhere already but that's fine)

Why did Fenris choose his new name? When did you think he did so? Do you have any hcs as to why his hair is white but his eyebrows are dark? (Part of me is considering shock... I know the popular "hair goes white when the body experiences trauma" and getting riddled with lyrium is Definitely Trauma)

Do you think he & his sister are biological?

Some of these are answered in canon yeah! Not sure if you've already gotten the answers since this ask is pretty old (I'm so sorry lol).

Spoilers ahead if you haven't gotten further in the game.

Danarius chose the name Fenris, to mean his little wolf. For this hair, he was like a light brown (?) in the comics before undergoing the experiment, so yes the trauma of it turned his hair white. I guess that doesn't always affect eyebrows? idk lol) and yes I think him and his sister are biological. Before the experiment, he fought in a tournament to free them from being slaves, and winning meant he was Danarius's experiment.

I like the idea of them being blood-related siblings more because I feel it's more of a gut punch and ties in with the themes of DA2 better. She's his blood-related family but still sells him out to Danarius, and his chosen family, the Kirkwall crew, save him and help him find himself again (unless, you know, you're a monster...)

I can see Fenris having a desire to find his mom possibly, or at least learn what happened to her, but he doesnt trust his sister anymore. that bridge is burned. I also don't see him going back to his old name or taking a new one. The old him is dead, and Fenris is a name he's reclaimed. He's himself now and no one owns him

[bonesandthebees]

im alive (questionable) and im finally back (real) and gods does it feel great to finally read the new rose chapter

I did NOT realise just how MUCH I missed it but DAMN

the crimeboys bonding is going great and theyre doing good in their surviving, im so proud of them

poor phil has to deal with the one thing he cannot control and so he ofc focuses on what he can control, control freak

im enjoying reading about him A LOT, hes so intriguing to me, like yeah so far hes a good character id say, but we get a peak at what he could be capable of and are slowly learning where his priorities and loyalties and limits lie and oh gosh is it fun to watch

and ofc THE BIG MOMENT OF THE CHAPTER: friendly nicknames privileges

and like its a really important and sweet moment in itself and ive been excited for it ever since learning there will be different official names like nikanna and willum and oh did it NOT DISAPPOINT like yesssssss letsgo they are FRIENDS and they let the other call them by their NICKNAMES and it shows how much CLOSER to got and the TRUST and just AHSHSHJSDHBSBSHS YESSSSSSS

and it gets even BETTER bc thats not all, this is a recurring theme with you, whether its a fae name that carries power, a mermaid name that signals family like in last years mermay, knowing a name that reveals the secret identity in superhero aus coming with trust but also responsibility, official and personal names of royals like rose and stars showing friendship or in the other way loss of it, and in glass the reclaiming of self identity thru the reclaiming of name and letting go of a title (which btw the coolest and most genius work with narration ive ever read) you just keep on giving names value in your stories and especially the act of sharing them, the one close to you, with others as a sign of love, even just a little bit and it gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME and the fact its a recurring theme gives it even more meaning, makes it get to me even more

and like its something that happens even in real life in some ways but we often overlook just how much love is hidden in it and I love that it gets to shine like this in your stories

I know we talked about your love for giving names more meaning like this before but I just needed to scream about it again bc IT STILL GETS TO ME

it feels so good to have you back in my inbox (and my ao3 comments) with walls of text like this jiksvokrat

they're doing shockingly well!! shoutout to tommy's survival knowledge wilbur would've been dead by morning without him

I'm so glad you're enjoying the phil pov. I love showing his control issues and how his mind works. he's such a calculating character and I have so much fun writing him

I'm so glad you like my recurring thing with names. I really don't know where it came from, I never had this whole thing with names before I started writing mcyt fic. I think I just really liked it both when I wrote that first fae au fic so many years ago and then when I was writing clinic and there was obviously the whole secret identity thing going on that I just realized I liked the theme and decided to use it where I could.

I just think the act of sharing your name, your identity with someone else can be so vulnerable and full of trust!! I guess this translates to every day stuff as well. like when one of my childhood friends came out as trans to me I felt so happy when she trusted me with her new name and identity (I was one of the first people she came out to). or as a less intense example, part of why I like having an online nickname is that it feels strangely nice to have a name that you guys here can use that's me but also a bit separate from me, but then I have my real name which is reserved for the people I'm closest to (though of course most of my internet friends who know my real name still use bee for me which I don't mind at all). I guess it's kind of like having a public persona vs a private persona. idk, I guess I just really feel the importance of names so I like including it as a theme in my writing.

I'm just very glad you guys aren't getting sick of the whole name giving thing yet lol

[pearwaldorf]

I know I talked about it a little in the tags but while this post is absolutely accurate about Solas, the thing that isn't addressed is "But what if he was also a giant asshole about it?"

(For now I'm going to set aside the whole "He was directly responsible for everything that happened in Inquisition" bit. You can read about that in the wiki if you want.)

After he created the Veil (ostensibly to punish the Evanuris for killing Mythal and to protect Thedas from the excesses of said Evanuris), he basically fucked off for thousands of years while the world moved on without him.

[The rest of this is something I wrote after I finished Inquisition. I still stand by it.]

Solas is so focused on the past that he can’t accept that things change and hold different meanings, and I found that incredibly problematic. We carry our personal burdens and the marks of the oppressions that have shaped us and our people, and there is no shame in that. None. The elves of Arlathan are not the elves of today, as he is so very fond of pointing out. So why should they be judged the same way? To disregard the struggles of the elves of the here and now, and what the vallaslin mean for them, I find deeply fucking offensive.

As somebody who is still working through her own issues surrounding de/colonialization and reclaimation of culture, I find it upsetting. How dare he hold himself above other elves, who are trying to scrape by in a world that hates them and maintain some dignity meanwhile. He wasn’t there to see the alienages form, or the Dalish try and maintain some semblance of what they understood as the “old ways”. Culture, semiotics, the way we interpret the past? All of that changes in decades, and would be expected to evolve in the centuries he wasn’t around. I don’t suppose he figured out any way to preserve and transmit knowledge from thousands of years ago to make the elves “more true” or “better” than they are OH WAIT DREAD WOLFIE WAS ASLEEP. 

At some point I hope somebody writes a paper about power, structural racism, and the plunder of elven infrastructure and technology fueling the rise of Tevinter through a critical theory lens. The real-world analogues are not perfect, of course, and nor should they be, but I think there’s a lot to say about colonialization and oppression, as well as this image of ancient elves as noble savages who have now faded from this world, with only the dirty remnants of their descendants in the alienages and the funny pretenders in the woods to contend with. 

I’m not angry at Bioware for constructing this sort of narrative (and I think it’s good to have to contend with these sorts of issues in a space that is less fraught than real life), I just wish they’d done a better job of balancing out the weird amounts of internalized racism and snobby imperialist disregard for the grubby natives of the here and now with some more positive depictions of people working to make things better. There’s Briala, I guess, but she’s so tied up with Celene that I’m not sure how exactly that would work out. I would have liked to have seen something from, idk, Merrill or Shianni or one of the other Dalish clans appealing to the Inquisition for help. It was an oddly unbalanced game in regards to elven representation, and I wish they’d thought that through.

[the1975attheirverybest]

“Like she’s high on her own supply of performative victimhood at her very best moments. And downright prejudiced at her worst moments.”

This is the best way to summarise her album. She always paints herself as the victim of the man she was dating, she totally lacks of self awareness (her fans always say that she talks about her flaws, but I yet have to find where she does that) and she offers one of the worst pictures ever in terms of agency. She claims that she’s this strong and independent woman, yet she seems never to be responsible for her own actions, she’s the poster child of blandness so people can project onto her whatever fantasy they like. I’ll always think about that one review that came out when she released “look what you made me do” that said that even in her worst moments, when she was supposed to reclaim her reputation, she just wined and blamed the others for her life (I know that it all happened because of what Kanye did, but the point still stands because she didn’t prove anything with that song).

It’s quite laughable, if the whole thing wasn’t actually tragic, that Matty already knew all of this back in 2014 when he ghosted her for the first time, he really forgot his own words

Yeah, at first, it was cute cuz she was young and all that. Plus, at the time, it felt like it was more about the emotional authenticity of the moment in which she wrote the songs (like all too well, dear John, etc) like we all go through moments of feeling that we were wronged, or feeling heartbroken, or feeling petty/ angry. That’s part of the process of dealing with a breakup. But on this album it feels that it’s not like that. It’s more immaturity and shortsightedness. I mean, you’re 34. Taking responsibility would be a refreshing change.

Don’t even get me started on the Kanye thing. Back when the 2016 stuff happened, I was kind of a fan of hers, plus she leveraged the feminism bit so I was automatically on her side. But I recently looked into what happened. Like the facts. Yeah…wow.

Idk what Matty was thinking. My guess is he wasn’t lmao. But I suppose he’s gonna be paying for that mistake for the rest of his goddamn life. And those of us who are fans of the 1975 and don’t happen to also be fans of hers…we’ll have this headache permanently.