#i say that last part because these people still use these flags in their pride posts

[receivingtranny]

very tired of people with otherwise completely normal DNIs that also have "mspec lesbians/lesgays/gaybians" like lmao just say you don't actually support people who are bigender/genderfluid/genderflux/genderqueer/demiboys/multigender/omnigender and stop pretending like you do

[evilfrogcereal29]

Hubby!Gromsko x GN!reader

Pspspspsps gromsko enjoyers, here's your food.

No fr tho there is sooo little content for the grommie-guy, even tho im not super confident on how I write him yet, I wanna give all the gromsko lover's somethin to enjoy. In my mind he's like a cross between a dilf and a slightly more intelligent himbo...so.. hope you like that :) enjoy!!

‼️TWs‼️: google translated polish, and a bit of nsfw (but its pretty vanilla), wife being used as a GN term, pregnancy & fears of loosing baby. OH and not a tw but Swagger appears in this so YAYAYAYAYAY!!!

- hubby Gromsko who, since he grew up in a religious, conservative, and traditional polish household, still believes in 'roles' in marriage.

- And by that I mean, he's the husband of the house, and REGARDLESS of your gender, you're his 'wife'. He calls you such in polish and english. You're a man, you say? a man even taller and bulkier than him? No issue. You're his malewife. Put on an apron over that hunky body of yours and swing your hips side to side in the kitchen while making him dinner, and Gromsko will go WILDDDD.

- He understands times have changed though, and does his part around the home when he's not deployed, his own laundry is *not* one of these things. Sorry.

- He lets it pile up, its his worst habit and red flag.

- Too many Dishes? Cleaned. You don't want to cook? no worry kochanie, let him handle it. He wil gladly pass chores onto himself, that's what a good husband does! (As long as its not laundry!)

- He loves showing you off, showing everyone that you're his partner, and soooo much PDA. He's so proud of you, of your home together, of everything. He is a proud man.

- Please never mistake this pride for egotism or being boastful, he is deeply grateful for you. And will gladly step back to let you shine, as much as he always wants to be your strongest, and fight every battle for you, he knows you're entirely capable on your own, but sometimes he forgets and has to remind himself of that, or you have to remind him yourself. He's always flustered after, muttering lots of apologies and speading kisses all over your face.

- Will introduce himself to your friends as "(y/n)'s husband". Will end each introduction of your name to his friend's with "my beautiful/handsome wife."

- when you took his last name in marrige and used it verbally for the first time his heart absolutely melted. For the first week before and after your wedding, he muttered it to himself in private, your first and (new) last name. His cheeks red every single time.

- He used to be ashamed of his real name, it was stereotypically Polish, most people without a slavic tongue couldn't pronounce it right, but when you took it? He wished he could tell the whole world his last name, because it was also your's.

- speaking of wedding...ooooh this man will not let you two have a small wedding, sorry❤️‍🩹

- Within a week of gromsko proposing to you, he was already dicussing the wedding plans, and he was dead set on having as traditional of a wedding as you two could for your lifestyle. He would take off as much time as he needs from work for this, he assures you of that constantly. Work came second to you, thats how you knew you were special.

- Meeting his family at an engagement ceremony is splendid no matter if you show up with a big family, no family, or any amount in between. They're just happy their słonko finally found himself a partner, believing he'd be a 'hermit' forever. They remind you of this *often*, usually to your future husband's dismay.

- He invited everyone from his home town to the wedding. Oh boy. And you bet every single person brought gifts, even the ones who couldn't make it sent some.

- if you are wearing a dress and/or makeup, momsko (gromsko's mother) will be there. You don't need to order a makeup and hair styalist, she WILL do it. She loves you to DEATH, and she also knows what her son loves aesthetically in a partner, she's very attentive like that.

- Dadsko (gromsko's dad lmao) teaching you how to tie a bowtie if you're wearing a suit. Don't be embarrassed, he just finished showing his own son how to tie one an hour ago in the changing room, you two knuckleheads are definitely meant for eachother, he's sure of that☺️

- Gromsko doesn't get to see you til you're walking down the isle, and if only you could take a picture with your mind...

- The look on his face is so pure, filled with admiration. Eyes big and shining, staring at you like you descended from the heavens. He loves you, he really does. More than words in english or polish can describe. He has to stop himself from saying "I do" right then and there. He litteraly started crying!! His best man and cousin, Roland, snickers and uses the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe his cousin's tears. "Jesteś takim dużym dzieckiem, Sobie." He teases, But he also understands that this is a huge day for Gromsko, and he would probably cry too if a charming thing like you wanted anything to do with rough doggish men like them, men that have been hardened by the atrocities of war.

- You were NOT made aware of the fact that rice and barley would be thrown over you two as you finished your vows and 'I do's. Gromsko chuckled, pulling you into a passionate kiss as it was thrown over you by guests and rained down like... Well, rain, over you two, lips still locked.

- After the ceremony, there is little time for dawdle as everyone races to the dance floor. And idc who you are, or how much of a party animal you claim to be or not, you’re never been to one quite like this. Or with quite as much alcohol as this...

- You and Gromsko get the first dance, of course. If you can’t dance that’s just fine, he assures you of it. His arm wrapped snuggly around the back of your waist. He moved himself and you with such purpose, such grace. You didn’t know he could dance like this.

- What he doesn’t tell you is that he practiced everyday alone in the mirror for nearly a month, memorizing the feeling of each movement, arms wrapped around nothing as he pretended what it would feel like to hold you during this dance, he would not fail this. And he didn't. Not a foot out of place.

- It’s SO lively, everyone is dancing, even the little ones and elderly are grooving at their own pace (and with the help of other family members).

- For your honey-moon, you went on a month-long cruise ship around the Baltic Sea. Stopping at some countries here and there, but most of your days were spent lazily tangled, nude, in blankets together inside the secrecy of the cabins’ rooms. And oh yes. Lots, and LOTS of sex. Unlike some of his fellow soldiers, he can go for a LONGGGG time. You definitely get a few noise complaints from the people above and to the sides of you. But Gromsko scoffs them off, as if they just don’t under how much you two are in love.

- He can be a bit hardheaded with some things, especially since he’s such a confident man, occasionally, he finds himself confidently WRONG. Like the time he got into an argument with a guy he caught leaving your shared house as he arrived home, Gromsko was red in the face. Throwing accusation after accusation at the man, saying that if he hurt you, or touched a hair on your body or tried to fuck you, he'd kill his family. Geeze, thank god he didn't overreact or anything.....😓

- Not only was the man 1- your childhood best friend, who's known you almost two decades before you ever met Gromsko, but he's also, 2- GAY/STRAIGHT!! (Whatever the opposite of ur relationship is, straight -> gay, gay -> straight) he couldn't even be interested in you! When you explained this to Gromsko in front of a very angry looking friend, he was an apologetic mess. Twiddling with his fingers like a kid who got caught with the cookie jar.

- If he does not have to wear certain clothes. He won’t. Firm believer this man is a ‘home is we’re the pants are not’ kind of man. Walks around the house in only boxers until you remind him he lives with other people (he still doesn’t understand tho, it’s just you, don’t you want to see him, kochanie? Maybe if he flexes his bare muscles just a little harder, you’ll forget why you were so angry with him in the first place ;])

- Sleeps completely in the nude, he’s similar to that of a sleeping bear, a sleeping TEDDY bear that is.

- Will Unconsciously pull you into a hug during his sleep, sorry, you’re now trapped in his beefy arms. And don’t even think about waking him up, he becomes a grumpy grumbling mess, too hazy to understand you, so I hope you enjoy waiting in his big strong arms til morning!

- you can't stay mad at him. He gets like an anxious puppy. Nudging at your side, whining and asking what he did wrong and using every sweet name in polish he could think of.

- He wears sandals and socks.

- Has a man cave, I just know it. Its actually pretty damn clean, but he watches football (soccer) and Occasionally plays games on his xbox (not a gamer, just dabbles in some stuff, idk why but I imagine he plays mostly stardew valley & Deep Rock Galactic) in there.

- Him and Roland secretly meet with eachother, even though there's a serious conflict of interest in doing so, and being caught would probably get them both booted from their respective PMCs, or worse.

- Still, when they are together its like neither of them ever joined the military in the first place. Their mind is anywhere but.

- Gromsko talks Roland's ear off about you, and don't get Roland wrong he loves you as a cousin-in-law, you're a sweetheart and make his cousin happy, but damn, he really doesn't want to know every single detail of your life, its a bit weird, yeah?

- He has to remind Gromsko this, as well as to not overshare in general. I feel like Gromsko does it out of over-excitment/love. Good thing happens/he think of good thing -> he instantly wants to tell someone, thats just how his brain works. thankfully he's not just... Telling strangers things, but his mother knows practically every aspect about your lives because he calls her every night to tell her. He's a mama's boy don't be mean💔

- His mama taught him most of the stuff he knows. He spent more time with her as she stayed home as tended to the kids, while his father worked long days. His mother taught him how to sew, and bake, play the piano, and so much more. Those moments are some of his most cherished. He loves his mom so much.

- Probably has a tattoo of her, her name, or some memoir to her on his body, and maybe one of his dad too

- I don't think they hate eachother, I just think his dad was a bit hard on him cause he had the "you're a man, act like it" mentality for everything, and that only pushed Sobiesław away, but they're closer now, things are better between them.

- Really good at home maintenance but NOT electricity... Please don't ever let him attempt to fix anything relating to electricity AGAIN.

- Loves making you Polish traditional meals, and even moreso when he see's the sparks fly in your eyes as you find something in particular you really like, you can bet he'll be making you that dish at least once a week now.

- He is actually like... Not very kinky. He's pretty vanilla, he likes praise and has maybe a smidge of a breeding kink, but sex for him is mostly just about the passion, he just gets off to seeing how good he and only he makes you feel.

- Oh god oh god oh GOD don't get me started on pregnancy and this man. If you're afab(or if you want mpreg by all means be my guest) he's getting you pregnant. Period. I already belive Gromsko came from a big family, like he's 1, of 7 other brothers and sisters. And that definitely impacts the number of kids he wants, he knows its unrealistic, especially with his job, to have as many with you, as his mother had (also he would never make you have that many OW, THE STRAIN ON YOUR BODY!!) But he would want at least 2-4 kids.

- Please god let this man have daughters PLEASE🛐 he would love a son just as equally but the TEAPARTIES WOULD GO SO FUCKING HARD🗣🗣🗣 he got the fairy princess dress on, with the diamond tiara, and you know fosho that he's bringing mrs. Precious (a stuffed rabbit) to the party as well.

- Definitely the dad who tries to get his kids into sports/athletics young, but if it doesn't stick he wouldn't force it.

- When you revealed your first pregnancy to him he dropped the dishes he was cleaning at the time, shattering them, and nearly dropped you too while scooping you up joyfully. Cheering and exclaiming,

- "och, kochanie, kochanie, sprawiłeś, że jestem najszczęśliwszym mężczyzną na świecie!" He exclaims, now that Roland wasn't around, his tears freefell. He didn't know where he should be looking, your face, or your stomach, now containing a future precious life.

- If he wasn't handsy before he is when you're pregnant, hands always on your belly even before it started growing, rubbing, talking, gentle tapping. You have to explain to him that the kicking won't start til at least 3 and a half months.

- He's intially dissapointed, but he counts the days, and then once the 3 month mark passes he's back to hands on.

- The day the baby makes it's first kick he had his hands there, you were shocked too. And Gromsko even moreso, eyes lighting up. Someone could almost believe he was the one pregnant, if it wasn't for the fact *you* were the one with the bulging belly. He got so emotional whenever's your baby made any major developments. Which is honestly so sweet. He cried again when you showed him the ultrasound, and put the grey and black image in his wallet.

- Tells everyone he knows about his baby the same way he did for you, and still continues to.

- He somehow loves you even more, now that you're carrying his offspring he's even more protective and guarding. He takes more and more time off work despite you urging him, assuring its ok. He mostly takes over the chores and housework, encouraging you to rest, stay stress-free, and eat a lot.

- This becomes a very strange and stressful time for him, as well as yourself. Maybe its your hormones effecting and rubbing off on him, but he genuinely becomes so... Feral? So primal? He holds you tighter, kisses you longer, his fingers dig into your waist possesively when he grabs you from behind, he has to stop himself in your mid and late terms from bending you over the counter and fucking you while playing with your swollen tits, because he's nervous that sex will hurt the baby. But he craves you, every inch of you. You fill the empty spaces in his mind. If theres nothing better to think about, he's thinking about you, about the baby.

- He starts having nightmares about loosing you, and he wakes up in a cold sweat and has to shake you awake, asking if you and the baby are ok. He knows its just his worries getting the best of him. But if he somehow failed his duty and lost you and the baby.... he just couldn't ever go on. Couldn't live in this world that's lacking two less angels..

- "Babies take a lot of energy, you need this Moja miłość, open wide." he coos, spoonfeeding you a homemade soup. Oh yes, he'll feed you too. If you snap at him and tell him to let you care for yourself he will, but he will still feel he need to monitor everything.

- He is not a perfect man, by any means, but by god, does he worship the ground you walk on. You gave him everything he could have every wanted and more, and he will do everything in his power to bring you everlasting joy. You don't even have to ask, lalka.

Tysm for reading I hope u enjoyed, I wanted to go into more detail about the baby but then I realized that kinds of its own thing, so yeah, maybe look out for dad!gromsko hcs one day :3 but tysm for reading these! I'm on a Krueger binge rn so I'll probably start posting more about him, but hot men lurk around every corner so we'll see!

Bonus:

I randomly mentally steered off and started writing neurodivergent hcs for Gromsko and didn't wanna get rid of them so here they are as a fun extra :D

- Gromsko but he happy stims :)

- Gromsko but he nervous stims :(

- ADHD Gromsko but he's mostly hyperactive type instead of initentive or combination :>

- Never medicated, wasn't diagnosed until adulthood. But it should've been obvious since like, the 1st-2nd grade.

- Restless leg syndrome havin' ass (so me, he's me😓)

- I feel like he's the type to carry a fidget toy on him, a stress ball to squeeze, or if trying to be more subtle, a pen to click.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

This morning I woke up, 4 days after payday, with my bank account fully in the negative, little to now grocery shopping done in the past 6 weeks due to finances, and exhausted. I drove to the food pantry (because there's not a busline from the house to it, and I wouldn't have had money for a ticket even if there was) and even though it's named for a Jewish concept using a Hebrew word with Jewish religious significance, I pulled up to a Methodist Church. I sat in their sanctuary surrounded by pride flags and other people in need of food, and waited 90minutes to be called into the distro space. There, a woman sat with me and stared for a moment at my listed income on my application sheet and asked three times if it was right before slowly entering the information she knew would disqualify me from the program and quietly told me I could not pick up an allotment. I told her I understood and made a joke about never imagining I could make this much money in my life, let alone make it and still not afford groceries, and she told me I couldn't pick up an allotment but if I spoke with her supervisor they'd make sure I didn't leave empty handed. I said I was grateful and that if they had rice and sugar I could make do for a month. The program director told me they don't have sugar, but packed me a small bag of rice and canned veggies and some apples and frozen blueberries, and I told them again that I was grateful and it was true.

I don't know why I'm typing this out. I feel so weird and have been wrestling with this since leaving the food pantry. I don't really have a point here. I *am* grateful they helped me when they had no need to. I *am* grateful they're here to be asked for help. They were kind and treated all of us (not just me) as human, and it's clear they knew many of the people there with me as regulars. I walked by a staff person praising an elderly woman's new haircut since her last visit, saying she looked beautiful, and the woman glowed! Everyone was talking and having a lovely time and clearly felt welcome and safe there.

But I saw how everyone treated the children. They were happy, well loved children, visibly. They smiled and waved at me when I walked by, and they were full of play and energy. Which is maybe part of why they were confused and slow to recall when their parents tried to keep them calm and still. It was maybe why they were delighted that I smiled and waved and sat with them, since no other adult was doing it. No one was even looking at them except to "keep them out of trouble". I remember places like that when I was young. I remember the ones who could see my mom as human enough to give her boxes of fruit and current-day sell date foods in the back of a store or church house. But who couldn't see me, her child, as human enough to even say hello to me or ask my name. It taught me that begging was something you do carefully, a dance of placation, pitifulness, and humble pride, all carefully added in drops until the person who can keep you from starving decides if and how to do that. As a child, my clumsy social graces weren't up to the challenge of keeping the steps of the dance, so it was better I stay silent than risk destabilizing my mother's work. I found myself dancing her steps this morning, and hating myself for the way I framed and shared my truth, regretful and brought low instead of asserting my humanity not be pinned upon my financial status. I didn't lie to anyone. Nothing I said was untrue or even eliding of truth. But I knew that the truth only mattered as it fit a particular story of need, and so I made sure it did.

This is charity, I think. Earning the gifts from your benefactors that will allow you to survive, all while remaining just pitiable enough, just small enough, not to threaten their sense of distance from you. They're here to aid the needy. It helps remind them that they are not us. But I am. In every way. So what has gone wrong? How could this be? It disrupts the reassurance.

It's why they had no sugar you see. No chips, no snacks, no sweets for the children, and no sugars. Sugars are a luxury. Not a basic staple of cooking. At least not to them. Sugars are used for cakes and candies, not for marinades and cooking oils. So why should we need them? It would just hurt our health anyway.

I've decided what this post is I think. It's a recipe.

Sin-free Simple Syrup Recipe

Live in economic freefall? Rely on church run food donations to eat? Really tired of someone trying to suggest that fruit serves the same role as fucking sugar in your efforts to feed yourself?

Me too, bitch, me too.

Reinvigorate your sense of self after having it ripped apart to appease the charity staff with this 4 ingredient fruit-flavored simple syrup that can be used as liquid sugar in many recipes (as long as you don't mind fruity sugar in your recipe!)

4 cups frozen fruit (blueberries, in my case)

1 cup room temp water

A squeeze of citrus juice or crushed ginger root if you have it (to taste)

1-2 tablespoons of sugar-sap product (maple syrup, honey, molasses, etc) or 1-2 tablespoons of sugar (any kind) depending on what's available

Throw all together with any other flavors you may care for (spices, etc) in a heavy saucepot, and simmer on low/medium-low until reduced to your preferred syrup texture, then transfer to an airtight container and chill. It can store for 2weeks, so cut the batch in half or quarters if you expect to not use much in that timeframe.

I use simple syrup in ratios of about 1tbs simple syrup for every 3-4 tablespoons of dry cane sugar, and about 1tbs simple syrup for every ¼cup of sugar-sap product. Feel free to experiment and find your own substitute ratios.

[mags0142]

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Hello my loves, I started working on a little bit of an Edmund fic. Although I am trying to develop something of my own the Narnia franchise is definitely a source material.

It’s an Edmund x Reader fic for now with a few original characters.

Tags : major character death (his siblings), smut, mentions of suicide (no further development on that though)

Please let me know what you think :) enjoy!

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Grief is a goodbye from love. It is the final gift we receive when we have wholeheartedly and honestly loved and were loved. It is the flag we wave around that screams “look at me, I was loved. I loved, I still love” and so we must carry our grief with pride and hold it high for it is proof of the sincere emotions we felt for one another which transcend life and death. We should cherish the grief and welcome it into our arms like we once welcomed our loved ones for it is their gift goodbye. And yet we run from it. We run from it until it finds us.

Edmund was currently running from it. Or rather towards it, seeing as he was trying to eliminate the source that caused it.

The men that had taken the lives of Edmunds most precious beings, his beloved siblings.

When Edmund heard of his sibling’s death he had long been aware of it. A wave of pain had overcome him. He had felt as if he had lost part of his soul and in a way he very much did. The boy who had burged into his chamber was carrying a message his heart had already received. Moreover he knew that their death was most unfair considering he was the only one deserving of being killed. they had been good people through and through their entire lives, they had been true to themselves and their morals.

Edmund couldn’t say the same for himself. He had betrayed them and risked their lives for his foolish desires. He was the only one deserving of being killed. He knew in his heart that he had betrayed them once again by not dying instead, by being spared of this terrible faith, by not being with them when they spoke their last words.

He felt himself a traitor of the highest degree.

His first thought had been to take his own life. To join his siblings and apologise to them. But he realised this would be the weak way out. If he wanted redemption he would have to suffer for it. He could only redeem himself and avenge the people closest to his heart if he lived through the pain.

And if he killed whoever took their lives. His siblings had been noble people, they rarely resorted to killing, even in times of war. Edmund wasn’t as pure. His soul would be tarnished anyway, there was no need to hold back now, not when his heart was aching and his lungs were burning and the image of their tortured faces haunted his thoughts.

He walked through the now empty castle. It was as if all life had left it, for Edmund it did. The kingdom was relieved in a way because they had still one monarch left. They had lost their compassionate and loyal queens and their brave king but they still had someone left, even if it was their least favourite one. Edmund had known that the popularity of his siblings surpassed his own by a landslide, but now was not the time to focus on his image amongst the people he ruled, not for him anyway. In a way he felt he had also betrayed his people by being the only one left, they didn’t deserve to lose their rulers the way they did. He knew taking over their responsibilities would be a difficult task but one he was willing to take on.

The king gathered his best swordsmen and ordered his smiths to forge the best weapons they possibly could.

“They’ll be long gone by the time we arrive, your Majesty, they most likely left right after .. after the .. the incident” Althea tried to suggest. Edmund turned to his advisor and studied his face. He had a look of worry in his eyes mixed with a hint of pity. Edmund frowned at the idea that Althea was pitying him. “Perhaps they have, but their elaborate scheme couldn’t have been orchestrated by a far, they must have had a base somewhere near the temple. If anything it should give us a clue to where they are headed next.”.

With that Edmund got up and moved towards the door “We leave at dawn, I suppose you’ll be joining us?” he turned slightly to Althea but only enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of his eye. “Of course your highness.” Althea replied softly, bowing to his King. “Good, thank you for your help Althea, I appreciate your support” Edmund replied quickly and left the room to disappear into his chamber.

It was late at night, he knew that he should be in bed right now but how could he ? How could he rest knowing his sibling's killer was still out there? How could he ever rest again knowing he had failed to protect the only people ever dear to him. Ever since the murder Edmund had been consumed by this disgusting, rotting guilt. It had infested him as soon as the life left their bodies and was now consuming every part of him. It ran through his veins and blackened his heart, draining it of love and replacing it with grief. It crawled up his body. Higher and higher until it reached his eyes and blurred his vision. He saw nothing but injustice and evil no matter where he looked. His own reflection disgusted him by far the most. How dare his cheeks be rosy with life and his chest beat with every breath of air he took.

He slowly undressed in the dim candle light and mindlessly put on his sleeping gown. He could have washed his face but there was no use in doing so for him. On one hand he was far too exhausted and occupied by other things to care for himself. On the other hand, probably unbeknownst to him, he refused to take care of himself as a form of punishment. He didn’t deserve to be taken care of, not even by himself when he hadn’t taken care of them. His physical appearance was to be as soiled as his soul. Everyone looking at him should know that he was a filthy traitor. He would run around dirty for the rest of his life if it meant repenting even a fraction of the sin he committed.

Through all his self inflicted pain and unavoidable grief he made an attempt to be rational and laid down in bed.

His sword, which used to belong to his older brother initially, and his armour were waiting by the foot of his bed, ready to be worn and used for revenge.

Edmund laid in his bed tossing and turning trying to shake off all these memories and thoughts of guilt. Even once he fell asleep he was moaning and twitching uneasily in his sleep.

Althea pressed his ear to the wall of his chamber that shared a wall with the King’s room. He listened intently to all the sounds Edmund made regardless if they were conscious or not. Secretly he hoped that Edmund would call out to him. Not as a King looking for his advisor while making rational decisions, but as a friend, perhaps a lover, looking for a shoulder to cry on, searching for a safe space to be vulnerable in. He was grateful to be so close to Edmund throughout all this time, but even with his held back discrete demeanour he could not deny that he was secretly lusting for the King. He had breached Edmund's privacy many times. Sneaking into his Chamber during bath time just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful porcelain skin, glistening in the water of the bath. He would relish in the sight of Edmunds dark hair clinging to his forehead and he counted the freckles on his lovely rosy cheeks.

Althea would take himself in hand and imagine those strong arms grabbing him and pushing him against the nearest wall. He imagined those plush lips hungrily devouring his and these hard abs to press against his slender frame. He would come thinking of deep brown eyes, pale skin, strong muscles and a large cock inside of him.

Afterwards he would feel soiled yet satisfied, he would retreat into his Chamber and go on as normal while Edmund was none the wiser.

A dirty part of him was glad they died. It made him the one closest to Edmund and gave him an opportunity to develop their relationship. He was aware that his desires were selfish but he wished so dearly that in his desperation and pain Edmund would turn to Althea in search of love. And Althea would give it to him willingly. He was ready to give up his body and soul for even the slightest touch of the King.

Edmund was aware of Althea's sexuality, in fact he was an active defender of Althea in front of everyone who thought to criticise who Althea chose to love. However he wasn't aware that Althea only really cared for one, Edmund himself. Edmund had never even suspected it, perhaps it was a lack of self-esteem or perhaps he thought their deep-rooted relationship was based on strictly platonic feelings. Either way the king never entertained the idea of being Althea’s object of desire.

Althea had no intention of correcting him. As much as Althea longed for his touch and craved his affection he would not dare risk their good bond. Even if it left him heartbroken he would rather moan into his pillow in the dead of night then potentially lose his king forever.

[cantfuckbracket]

CAN'T FUCK BRACKET... 2!

(If you didn't participate last year, check out this post for a more coherent explanation)

[ID: A diagram full of ups and downs that say "we are so back" and "it's so over" respectively. Overlaid with it is the unfuckable pride flag. End ID]

Somehow, it's been a year since the beginning of the competition that proclaimed Lord Farquaad the ultimate unfuckable. And as threatened, I mean, promised, I am doing it again this year!

It is time for everyone to fight tooth and nail for their unfuckable faves, or their beloathed nemesises that make all the pussies clamp shut!

You can use this form to submit as many characters as you want, so long as you observe the rules of unfuckability:

Last year's contestants are only eligible if they did not make it past the group stage. Meaning, anyone who was on round 1 is inegilible, but characters who made it to the group stage and didn't advance are fair game. That's right, there's still time for a redemption arc for Reigen Arataka or Jiang Cheng! Although it seems the latter wouldn't deserve it. Thankfully, the world isn't fair. So check that your submission isn't featured in this post to make sure they're eligible!

NO Goofy. I can't go through that again

No real people unless they've been dead for at least 100 years. That's right, the criteria is looser this year! Unlike th- [i am shot]

"Being dead" is not in itself a reason to be considered unfuckable, otherwise this would become a deadguybracket 2.0. It's fine if that's mentioned but it can't be the only reason

The same applies to being ace and/or voluntarily celibate. This is for characters who CAN'T fuck, not characters who DON'T WANT to. Some people, however, fall into both categories, and that's okay 💖

"Can't fuck" can mean both "could never find a willing partner" and "would suck shit ass in bed". It's up to you

Just like last year, the whole point of this is propaganda, so you are legally required to start bloodbaths! (But practice common sense when interacting with actual real breathing people such as myself and the person campaigning for your adversary, please) Feel free to tag me in anything you create!

You can submit as many characters/historical figures as you want, but this year the amount of submissions will be part of the criteria to be accepted, so make sure you get other interested people to submit too! I am ready for the 300 Reigen submissions, I promise. (This is, obviously, my ploy to get Tumblr famous. Really though, last year many people submitted 73637383 characters and then only got involved with one of them, so I want to make sure people are actually interested in these characters this year)

And that's all, folks! Hope you're excited because I sure as hell am!

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[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: Red Shift (67657 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 15/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

-

"Are you alright, captain?" Zoro murmured, grabbing his hand as they rejoined the group. "You guys were gone for a while."

Luffy's jaw tightened as he glanced over at Law, Bepo, Ikkaku and the other straggling remnants of his crew being introduced to Mingo.

"Traffy's crew had a big fight," he explained, fingers tightening around Zoro's. "I didn't like it."

He didn't have to explain to Zoro how much it reminded him of the fight he'd had with Usopp. He knew that his swordsman would just know. The way he walked closer, the nod of his head confirmed it.

"I notice Shachi and Penguin aren't with the group."

"They didn't want to sail for Doflamingo. … Bepo says maybe they'll be back." Luffy wanted to think that they'd be back, but he didn't know if he believed it.

He watched as Zoro glanced over at the others. "Well, captain, I guess I wouldn't be thrilled if you decided you wanted us to sail under another man's flag."

"Would you leave?"

Luffy was gripped with a sudden terrible panic that Zoro's soft look and little shake of his head immediately assuaged. 

"Never."

Two years ago, in the first few months when they had met, Luffy knew that the answer would have been 'yes'.

He let go of Zoro's hand and twined his arms around his arm in a curling spiral instead, walking as close to him as possible. They were quiet together for a moment, bathed in the last warm rays of twilight and the soft chatter of the rest of the Straw Hats, and the former Heart Pirates and Doflamingo– all of them surrounded by the greater, distant noise of the crowd and Uta's song.

When Luffy had been little, talking with Ace and Sabo about how they'd all be pirate captains, he didn't really understand what that meant, or why it meant that the three of them couldn't sail together.

It had been Zoro who taught Luffy what being a captain meant. He still wasn't sure that he understood it. Or maybe it was more that there was a part of him that didn't quite like the answer.

Pride. Pride and rank.

It made him think of the marines. 

And he hated it.

He knew that captains had to make decisions. He knew that someone had to make the final decisions on things. And that was fine, even if sometimes he'd rather they make decisions as a crew. As friends. As equals.

Luffy loved Zoro, and he knew that Zoro loved him. Sometimes he was worried about how much Zoro loved him. Sometimes he was worried that Zoro loved him, not as an equal, but as something like a master.

And Luffy didn't want to be anybody's master.

Luffy wanted to be a captain— wanted to be the King of the Pirates— not to order people around, but to be free. 

But why couldn't everyone be free?

Law called Doflamingo a 'pushover'. He had him wrapped around his finger. That was one reason Luffy felt okay with all this. Because Law wasn't going to let Mingo make him do things that he didn't want to do. But Mingo was his captain now. Would Zoro think that Law should blindly obey him?

Zoro didn't seem to mind the way Luffy acted with Nami, who would probably also call him a pushover, and say that Luffy was wrapped around her finger.

Luffy looked up at Zoro. At his rough, handsome face, and the soft fluff of his sea-green hair, and the pale scar over his eye. Luffy loved him so much, and he knew Zoro loved him, knew it like breathing, and he thought maybe it had changed both of them a little bit.

Zoro smiled at him quietly, and Luffy felt a warm flutter.

Two years was a long time. Two years ago Zoro would not have said that he'd never leave him, even if he sailed under another flag. 

Maybe Zoro had been wrong about captains.

Maybe everyone was wrong about kings.

-

If Yamato was going to be honest, he'd say 'this was all a bit overwhelming'. Not—like, in a bad way. He wasn't that weak. He wasn't weak at all, He wasn't stressed out by the absolute deluge of new sights, sounds, and stimuli—including magic acts on stage previously thought impossible without some kind of jutsu …sorry, 'devil fruit'.

He was just standing there, catching up with Komu—Saki. Just Saki now, watching the show with wide eyes as the Donquixotes meandered about and Jinbei, Chopper and the kabuki actor—Caesar, spent time nearby.

There was some kind of eating contest with his Captain and the Uta girl, that was—well. The screens had appeared out of thin air to broadcast it to the entire island, so that was kind of crazy.

Luffy had lost, but Yamato expected there was some kind of breach of etiquette there—which is fitting for pirates, right? So she really kicked his ass.

He'd cheered his captain on anyway, and nudged Komurasaki as it ended to point to her own Captain lurking in the background. 

That had been over an hour ago now, and Yamato could tell that the other crew was getting bored, despite still being nervous over their apparently ill member. There was more smoking. Alcohol had been broken out. Yamato had overheard murmurings about various opinions on 'making peace with Straw Hat'.

Jinbei, who'd long been in deep discussion with the Donquixotes' fish-man member finally drifted over to the room– with the shorty in tow.

"Yamato," he greeted– quietly, but with enough volume to be heard over the background chatter at least.

Yamato glanced up suddenly with more eagerness than he'd hoped. 

"Jinbei!" He murmured quietly back.

The short fishman leaned around from behind Jinbei to grin at him "hiiii~~~"

It seemed at least that one was happy about the idea of peace. 

Jinbei smiled his wide, toothy smile. "I thought I'd come check up on you, given the circumstances. Are you holding up?"

"Doin' alright. Me and Saki are catchin' up…you know—we've both been through a lot since Wano." 

He felt the phantom sensation of twitching ears. "This whole thing's a lot more than what I'm used to. But it's kinda fun? And the Donquixotes seem like good folks."

"Awwww," the little fishman giggled "I'll letcha keep believing that!" 

Jinbei chuckled slightly. "Good can be relative, I suppose, I—"

Whatever he was going to say was cut off suddenly as the door of the guard house swung open, and a silhouette appeared in it.

"So this is where you've all fucking been!" Yamato had never seen the man in the doorway before, with his slicked back hair, his cigar, and his enormous hook.

"Hey, hey, we were wondering when we'd see you, Sir Crocodile!" The Donquixote leader in the big fur coat– Yamato was pretty sure that his name was Trebol– peeled away from the group he'd been chatting with to greet the new arrival.

Yamato's smile had gone rictus. He had no idea what the hell a Sir Crocodile was—but hey, you roll with the punches right? He was obviously a friend! Obviously. Even if he'd stomped in like a demon straight out of an old scroll and growled at everyone.

This was fine. Yamato was doing great. 

-

Uta felt the exhaustion settle heavy over her shoulders, and hang as nausea in the pit of her stomach as she stepped off stage and into her dressing room for the final time the first night. The enthusiasm of the crowd was like a drug that flowed through her the entire time that she was on stage, but it ebbed away like bloodloss as soon as she was no longer singing.

She collapsed more heavily than she meant to into her little chair, draping her legs over it bonelessly. She was wrung out, and her throat ached.

What if I just stopped now? She thought to herself. What if I just snuck out the back door and went and found Luffy and let the concert stop, and sailed away with him like he asked me to? Surely a whole day-long concert is enough…

She had promised she would save them all. Promised she would save everyone. But could she really do that? Did she have to give what it would take?

Luffy's face appeared in her mind. How had he gotten so handsome? His sharp angles and muscular form softened by his curly hair and his big, warm eyes, and bigger, warmer smile. Uta felt herself flush at the memory of him, and the memory of the warmth of his arms around her.

I could just leave.

It seemed to spread that memory of warmth through her body with each heavy beat of her heart, as she held tight to that feeling. Even that scar—a mark of a tragedy—stood as a clear sign that Luffy had changed, yet stayed the same. Did he find her as beautiful as she found him handsome? Had she changed for the better?

He wants me to be his musician, just like when we were kids. Sure, I always argued that I should be captain but we both knew how much I loved to sing. I was ready to let him captain our dumb little ship if I got to be its musician.

She was taken back to her memories by the sea, when she'd reach out and place her hand against his after exhausting themselves with constant contests—watching the waves as her young heart whispered about grand dreams and feelings that always seemed to include him. She'd always held his hand tightly in those days.

She'd written her favorite of her songs about that memory, hadn't she? Penning the feeling she only later understood was a melancholy pining. When he'd grabbed her, held her close in his arms, she'd actually faltered in her new dream for the first time since she was a girl.

Uta knew the cost of saving everyone from the cold and unforgiving world, didn't she? It was a grand, beautiful dream—but one that didn't leave any room for a dream of her own. She was an instrument—an idol.

But Luffy didn't see her as an instrument. 

There was a sharp knock on her dressing room door. A familiar knock. It was Gordon. Suddenly Uta's reveries tumbled all over themselves.

Uta quickly whipped around to look at herself in the mirror, trying to pat the flush from her face as she called out a stilted 'come in'.

She had to get herself together—she'd have to talk to him about this—the message was sent, her fans were happy. Maybe it really was time to call it off.

Gordon shuffled in with a broad smile on his face. He was wearing a hat from one of the merchandise booths that had her name on it in large letters, and he was carrying a bouquet in his arms that was almost as big as he was.

"Congratulations, my dear!"

"Thanks, Gordon!" Uta chirped with more confidence than she felt. "The show's going great, isn't it? The crowd seems so, so happy!"

The memory of the crowd came back to mind with a faint thrum of that drug-like thrill, but Uta licked her lips nervously and folded her arms behind her back to put it out of mind. "The concert's been greater than I'd even hoped." 

"And this is only day one!" Gordon reminded her, beaming brilliantly as he pressed the huge bouquet into her arms. Uta saw that the stems of the roses had been tied with paper ribbons, each with the prayers of the others on the island for her.

Thank you for bringing us salvation, Uta.

Your holy voice will save us all.

Uta's fingers curled against the bouquet, bringing it to her chest as she managed a smile "and this is only day one."

Her heart had picked up the pace again, bringing with it the subtle thrill of their praise.

My holy voice, a part of her echoed, as she took a deep breath and spoke up. "Gordon, I've been thinking—I...ah..."

They were counting on her, weren't they? The people of Elegia, her fans, they were praying for her to save them all and bring them into a salvation that so many of them didn't even realize they needed. The world was cruel—the world was unfair, the world—

"I've been thinking—thinking about the concert." 

He raised his chin curiously, still smiling at her from under the big, silly hat. "I can't imagine you'd be thinking about anything else, dear! But what's on your mind?"

"About if maybe we should keep it like this, Gordon." Uta squeezed the bouquet to her chest as she peeked out from around it through the curtain of her white hair. "I'm wondering if we should end it early and let the people have the rest of today and then—"

And then I can run off with Luffy—I can be part of his crew. If anyone's going to be the sort of pirate I believed in, it's him. The thought warred against a sudden spike of apprehension—of guilt. 

"And then what, my dear?" Gordon's voice was soft, careful. Probing. If he assumed what she was going to say, then he didn't say it. But he reached out his hand, and put it on her shoulder, as he often did when he was trying to bring her comfort in distress.

She looked up at him as she lowered the bouquet. "...you saw my brother on stage, didn't you? Luffy—He wants me to join him, Gordon. We used to dream together about sailing the seas."

"Ah, your brother." A number of emotions briefly flicked across Gordon's face. "He's a very famous pirate. When I saw that you had him on stage with you, I thought that you'd convince him to join us my dear."

"I didn't know," Uta glanced down. "I didn't know he was famous—or had actually managed to become a pirate. When he told me it kind of hurt, Gordon. I tried to convince him to join us, but he's got a dream. He wants to be the King of the Pirates."

And when he'd held her, he'd all but pleaded with her not to give up on her own dreams. "We used to talk about doing that together—argued, playfully, about who'd be the real captain but still together." 

He stroked his fingers up her shoulder, over her neck to tuck them under her chin and bring her gaze up. "All he needs is a little time, Uta. He'll see your vision, and he'll be glad to be here with us when your voice brings everyone to paradise."

Uta looked up at him with a gentle furrow of her brow over her unsure smile. "I mean, I'm sure I could convince him, Gordon, but—" 

But did she even want to? Her voice would bring everyone to paradise—her voice was the answer to the people's prayers, but—that answer meant the end of Luffy's dream didn't it?

"But he introduced me to the crew—the crew he wants me to join," she could see herself among them easily on some high-seas adventure, the smell of salt in her nose as she looped her arms around Luffy and goaded them all into a shanty.

"They seem like good people, and they seem to like me." 

"I'm sure they seem that way, Uta," he said, kneeling down in front of her. "But it's only because they want something from you. Haven't you seen by now what pirates are like? They're liars, thieves, murderers. How could you consider giving up our dream for something like that?"

The subtle tingle of the crowd's enthusiasm rolled through her again, more so as her eyes caught the fluttering tags on the roses.

Thank you for bringing us to salvation. It concentrated in her shoulders, against her ear—it felt like hands and the soft whisper of the part of herself that knew what Gordon said was true. Pirates take, and take, and take—they were liars, thieves, murderers. Why would Luffy be any different?

Uta felt tears stinging her eyes as she grit her teeth. Why would Luffy be any different? Because he cared about her, right? Loved her, like a sister—or like a—a…it didn't matter, what mattered was he cared. The way he held her spoke to that, right? And the crew—they didn't seem like murderers or monsters.

It wasn't impossible that there were some decent pirates in the world, was it?

"Because I miss him, Gordon! He—he's so happy to see me. He wouldn't use me like Shanks did!" 

"Then why not show him your new world? Would you really forsake everyone– the dream of a paradise for all of us– to run off with some pirate?"

I'd forsake the world to run off with Luffy clashed directly against I could never forsake everyone because of a damned pirate!The two warring thoughts left her shaking for a moment, as the whisper against her ear droned on.

They need me, the people are suffering, they love me—the only who who can bring about a new era is me.

"I…I don't know if he'd like my new world. He said he's not interested in Eras, new or old…" Uta murmured. 

Gordon clasped his hands, looking above her. "What's he interested in then, Uta? Gold? Blood?"

"Fre—Freedom? Dreams?" Uta felt smothered, wrapped in a great cloak of doubt and glory as her hand moved of its own volition to pull one of the roses from the bouquet and hold it up to her eyes, dangling its message before like a cue on a sheet of lyrics.

Praise unto Uta, the voice of the new genesis.The tingling adoration, the drug-like praise, crawled up her body like a living thing—for a moment the thought flashed through her mind, 'Can Gordon see it?'. She didn't find the strength to look up and see for herself as her own thoughts answered her "But what does he know about dreams? He's just following in the footsteps of cruel and violent men towards a cruel and violent end."

It surprised her when she saw Gordon react—had she said that out loud?

"I understand," Gordon murmured. He knelt down in front of her. "But our salvation is nearly at hand. Surely now I can hear your voice, my god."

Something inside Uta— pulled.The smile that spread across her lips grew sharp and bright as the waning moon, her vision focused through the remnants of tears she'd foolishly started to shed. 

Her doubts blew away like mist in sunlight, and Uta stood tall before the kneeling supplicant before her.

The feeling pooled around her wasn't a smothering cloak, it was a pair of wings to use to lift the world out of the mire it'd sunken into. 

"My voice is unclouded, Gordon. It was a moment of weakness, but it's passed."

He bowed his head. "My faith in you will never waver. Your voice will bring us a new era. Everything will be covered by your glory. Long have we worked to bring about your symphony, my god."

Uta reached up to tuck the flower over her ear, laughing musically in her dressing room "and with the symphony—we'll all, pirate and marine and faithful, walk into the everlasting dream of our New Genesis!"

Her fingers shook, by her ear—snapping the stem of the rose tucked over it as she outwardly smiled. 

Somewhere inside her, buried deep within the glowing heart of warmth and praise—an echo of Uta felt like something important was slipping through her fingers. The warmth of a young man's hand in hers, and the scent of the sea…

-

Life had really gone to hell in a handbasket since Wano. Like, an extra-large handbasket full of absolute bullshit and miserable coincidence.

So the Kid Pirates had rolled up on Wano thinking they were hot shit (and they were). Quincy, the band's manager and sometimes-navigator, had been cheering on her captain all the way—until they'd lost at the hands of the Emperor Kaidou and his band of freak-ass dragon men.

After that, things got hazy. A lot of wandering the woods in her full Zoan form—a lot of fighting in the vain effort to get where she could to try and help her captain—and a lot of watching the finishing blow on Big Mom followed by the unending sea of fire.

Then she woke up on a ship that smelt like fucking cake, surrounded by a bunch of newspaper comic candy people and dragged around for interrogation. She'd been wrung out (literally), threatened with candy (scarier than it sounded), given a fucking bowl of fried pork cutlet and rice and told that confessing would make her mother happy (it wouldn't, her mother was as dead as her respect for her), and eventually—after telling them the whole sordid tale—let go and given free reign of the ship.

The Charlottes, who up till then were very much their enemy by proximity to Straw Hat Luffy, had turned out to be pretty accommodating and downright friendly once they were done shaking her down. A change of clothes out of the Wano rags she'd been wearing , a dozen great meals and some shockingly good company later and they'd landed on fucking Elegia.

Quincy knew Elegia—the birthplace of the best musicians the Grand Line had to offer—and the current site of famous idol, Uta's big and admittedly alarming music festival. 

It wasn't the Kid Pirates sort of music festival, admittedly, even with the apparent invitation for musical acts to take the stage while Uta was on breaks.But… even if she'd thought they'd be well received, who knew what had happened to the rest of the crew.

They'd been scattered to the four fucking winds—she kept hoping maybe some of them had developed a taste for poppy music—if for nothing else than to run into them here. And—honestly it wasn't a bad concert?

Not exactly her usual style of music, but she found herself bopping along to the girl's harder stuff as she meandered through the crowd with the Candyland Brigade, dwarfed by their tendency towards the gigantic.

It'd have been a great time if the bizarre guards hadn't shown up—a bunch of weirdos wearing grinning masks decked out like music notes and carrying lances and spears as they moved with surprising speed through the surprised concert-goers.

It was even more surprising when they announced an order to 'seize the pirates'. It had been a whole day! There had been famous pirates up on Uta's screens during her performance– actually, it was a little weird that Straw Hat and Doflamingo were there?-- but Quincy had figured that meant they were good to go.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case.

Worse, Uta's concert security was not fucking around.

She'd expected to mop the floor with a bunch of random nobodies in fancy armor—but she found herself backed against a fucking wall and having to shift into her half-zoan form just to survive.

The salamander, mythical lizard imbued with the power of flame, burned her way through guard after guard—but they always seemed to bounce right the hell back. Even when the Charlottes slashed, crushed, and smothered them!

It only took a few dozen of them for the whole crew to realize they had to book it. So they'd taken off—stumbling out of the concert grounds and into the small and seemingly abandoned village. 

"What even is this damned island?" Perospero hissed. His hat and headdress had been knocked off during the fighting, leaving surprisingly long natural hair fluttering behind him as they slowed down, pressing into one of the narrow alleys of the village.

Smoothie had taken up the rear, covering their entrance into the alley as her smaller siblings made their way through. Her sharp and glaring eye snapped to Pero as he hissed. "It's unnatural. I wrung one of those guards enough to kill him—and yet he got back up."

"And I cleaved the head off another, yet he still chases us," Amande mused around her cigarette. Her own hat had been lost, her long neck craned to look over her shoulder.

Quincy leaned on the wall to catch her breath. "Fucccckkkk me. You think they're constructs?" \

"Tch, likely, yes." Perospero sneered. "Alright, we need to find cover and regroup. Let's investigate these buildings."

Quincy grimaced as she banged her head lightly against the wall of the alleyway. She was really, really starting to wish her captain was here. If for no other reason than he'd be bitching BIG TIME about the pop concert's shitty music guards.

And she could really use some of her captain's bitching to lighten her mood. 

-

Nami still tasted the cigarette Diamante had given her on her tongue when she and the Straw Hat crew had reconvened. It wasn't exactly a surprise to hear that Law and Doflamingo had a complicated history—Nami was no stranger to the fact that sometimes these things weren't exactly cut and dry.

So at least it worked out as best it could, I.e: without things going to hell and her captain getting upset. Plus—she'd gotten to meet Uta! She was just as lovely in person as she was in her promo images, that was for damn sure—Nami couldn't help but like her, especially with the promise that she'd probably join the crew at the end of the concert.

While she was riding the high of THAT, she'd had to sit through the world's most awkward reunion with the Heart Pirates, listening as they fought back and forth about whether or not Law had betrayed them by siding with Doflamingo. Most of them had left, leaving just that Ikkaku girl with some sense in her head and back in Law's—whatever, army? Yeah.

The only problem was how quiet Luffy was being since the whole thing. She knew what it looked like when he started to stew. 

That's why, as they were finally getting back to the guard house where the rest of their crew were waiting for them, she was happy when he spoke up in her ear.

At least until she heard what he was asking.

"Nami, is that Croco or am I confused?"

Standing outside the little guard house, smoking like a chimney and in the company of Jinbei and Yamato as well as a few of the top Donquixotes– was Sir Crocodile.

And Mihawk.

And Smoker.

Nami quietly prayed to whatever horrible god that was listening (not the one inside of Luffy, she really wanted to avoid that one) that this wasn't going to turn into a huge, clownish fight.

Smoker was a surprise. The kind of surprise that usually led to a punch up.

Yamato was in the middle of attempting to regale Sir Crocodile with some animated story, waving his club around with a doggish grin—but MIhawk noticed them almost instantly, leaning over to whisper to his captain.

Unfortunately that drew the attention of the shockingly non-aggro'd Smoker towards their captain.

"Uh…I hope not?" she murmured to Luffy. 

[madlad-sadgal]

Y'all know the drill at this point, and, as promised, this one's longer. Enjoy!

Nimona Spoilers!

If you go to the exact minute of 38:24, in the bottom right corner, you can see what I believe is, and correct me if I'm wrong, the polysexual flag.

The trans and rainbow pride flags in the background of the "sketchy part of town" scene.

It might just be me who hadn't noticed this, but the thing Bal uses to bandage Nimona's wound from the arrow is a piece of his cape that he ripped off and just, that's so freaking cute.

Nimona showing that she trusts Bal enough to tell him about her shapeshifting, contrary to the comic where, instead of just showing that it doesn't hurt/that she's used to the pain, she fakes that it hurts which, to me, shows that she still does not trusts Blackheart.

Nimona's "Look boss. You got betrayed by someone you trusted. It sucks. I get it." Hits a lot harder when you're re-watching the movie and you know about her backstory with Gloreth and how she was betrayed by her only friend.

Also, this is more related to the metro scene, but while they're talking after interrogating the squire, they pass by a sign that says "Verminator" with a dead rat face and a bunch of dead rats around it, so verminator is probably someone or something that kills vermin, such as rats/mice, and I felt like I saw that sign somewhere. Sure enough, if you look inside the metro when Nimona and Bal are entering it, you can see that same sign, and it's just funny when you think that at that moment, Nimona had shifted into a mouse.

Nimona and Am's "Arm-chopping is not a love language!" being funny little parallels.

Red, white and blue being colors we see a lot around them while Nimona and Ballister are arguing about if the government is something they should trust or not. Also, at the 43:50 mark, around the upper left corner, we see a red and white banner with two blue banners with white dots (stars?) on each side.

Also, at 43:38, when Bal turns to look at Gloreth's statue, we see the rainbow pride flag again with unicorns on each side at his upper right side, and that just made me giggle.

"You should be questioning everything right now. The will of Gloreth, the Institute, the wall. What's it all really for?" Nimona knows these things are built on lies and only exist to 'protect' everyone from her, but Bal doesn't and believes in these things because of the brainwashing. She is trying to subtly tell him "These things aren't to be trusted and you need to realize that." It is also something I address in this post. Also; "For protecting the realm." He's basically telling her, despite not knowing that's what he's kinda saying, that she is dangerous/a monster, and her answer of "Oh, you mean from villains like you? Or monsters, like me?" Hits SO MUCH HARDER when you realize that.

Am's eyes visibly stay stuck the sign of "A New Era of Heroes" with kid him and Bal when he and the Director fly in front of it.

Am's rant. It is relatable as fuck, the fact that you rant in your head but just say "I'm fine" to the people around you and keep everything bottled up (or maybe that's just me). Him being jealous of Bal's "new best friend". Him not asking for all the fame that comes from being a direct descendant of Gloreth and feeling pressured because of everyone's expectations. The "Arm-chopping is not a love langua-" is funny, but also sad when you realize the incredulous amount of guilt this poor man must have because of that moment that barely lasted a second. So that was my summarized rant about Am's internal rant.

Ambrosius feeling pressured by Gloreth's legacy and being her direct descendant (even though he doesn't voice it) and the Director literally saying "The blood of Gloreth runs through your veins." just seconds later pisses me off for some reason. Like, I know she can't just read his mind and know he feels pressured by that, but I also know she wouldn't care either way and would probably just tell him to "Stay strong" and I just-SKHFWJEFG

Nimona taking out a bunch of knights it no more than two seconds and in complete silence as well. Also, her mocking the director right after she says "Me!"

"Says the miscreant, whispering in his ear." The fuck are you doing then?

If Todd wasn't such an asshole, the movie would have ended so much fucking quicker. Like, I know I'm currently writing a story where he gets a redemption arc, but I still fucking hate him. Does that make sense? Giving a character you hate a redemption arc and making him nicer as well as giving him a love interest? I don't think it does, but oh well.

Also, if anyone would've taken a look at the "weapon" Todd shot, they would've seen it was a phone and would've maybe been like "Maybe he did have like a photo or video that proved his innocence? Just incase, we'll take both stories into consideration and question both sides, as we fucking should as the police/government."

This is pretty long I think, so I'm gonna stop there. Might make more if y'all like this.

[theclaravoyant]

platonic 911 prompts? please please pleeeease buck coming out to hen

AN ~ omg yes! technically this is set after the actual coming out part (compatible with 7x06) but they get to talk more and be ridiculous queers about it. I LOVE THEM

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The next day, as Buck bounds back into the firehouse kitchen, Hen is waiting. She has a massive grin on her face, only barely concealed by the coffee mug as she takes a sip.

“Soooo,” she greets. “'Evan,' huh?”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, but he can't help grinning and blushing, like he does every time so much as the thought of Tommy crosses his mind.

“Come on, I'm teasing,” Hen promises. “I think it's cute.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

This - This euphoria, he's heard people call it, is still buzzing through his veins like it has been since the moment Tommy first kissed him. It's been fuelled by a bunch of Googling. The learning, the rabbit holes, the everything falling into place, it's a wicked high. And a bit of a mindfuck. Then again, he supposes, he is making up for lost time.

He takes a deep breath and asks;

“Did you... know?”

“About me? Or about you?”

“Either.”

“Well, me is easy. I knew for a long time. Had a crush on a girl in my high school science class. I just knew I wanted to kiss her, and that was that.”

“Okay. About me, then.”

He almost winces as he waits for the answer. He can't look at Hen, so he fixes his eyes on the window above the sink. He doesn't even know what he's worried about. Honestly. That she's going to say he's been somehow walking around with a limp wrist and a big flashing neon sign above his head this entire time? That he's the last one in on the joke?

Sensing his panic, Hen drops her teasing air.

“No one ever really knows, Buck,” she explains. “That's something straight people made up to feel better about stereotyping us.”

Us. It sparkles in his chest.

“But honestly?” she continues. “I wasn't surprised, no.”

“Why not? 'Cause I was a massive jealous dick about Eddie?”

She laughs. “Well, that might have been a point in the column. But no. There's just sort of... something about you. Once you've been around the block a while you'll probably know what I'm talking about. The overcompensating, the feeling lost, the whole found-family thing you've got going on... It's very queer of you.”

If you say so, he thinks at first. But it does make sense. He'd spent so much of his life jumping from job to job, country to country, relationship to relationship, searching for something that he'd only found when Tommy'd kissed him; the answer to a question he'd never even thought to ask. But it wasn't just that. He'd never really understood why so many people found it weird that he was so invested in Christopher's life or that he'd die for Bobby but barely called his relationship with his parents love, but it was something a lot of the queer people in his life seemed to take without question. Maybe because so many of them had, or knew people who had, been disowned or thrown out of home or kept out of hospital rooms or from seeing their own kids and turned to their own friends to make a family. Their own 118.

“Huh. I guess it is.”

“Plus, I mean,” Hen adds – biting her lip because come on, she's only human. “You do put a rainbow flag in your bio every Pride month.”

Buck groans. “Tommy told you about that, huh?”

“Buck. I love you. But did you really think I didn't know that same sex adoption's only been legal in California since 2003? I've literally same sex adopted a child.”

“I just think it's bullshit!” he protests automatically. “You're a great parent!”

“And you're a great Ally.”

He snatches a tea towel, balls it up and throws it at her as the sirens began to ring out. She cackles and darts away, and Buck follows. Beaming.

[thatonegaybrit]

; since it's the last day of pride ( for me at least ) I figured I'd make at least a lil post !!

; firstly I'd like to say being a part of the LGBTQIA+ community is one of the best things in my life. Sure it has it's flaws, it's discourse and it's hate but it's also freeing, and strong and beautiful in so many ways. There's been people in my life who I truly can't thank enough for being there, and we met because of this community. It's the one community that, even if some days I feel like a total outcast, I've felt truly at home in. At peace even.

; from the flags to the people it's js so breathtakingly stunning and creative and a symbol of resilience honestly. Being queer is a part of so many peoples lives, including the people no longer with us. Truly it's such a huge part of my life and ik it's silly to say but I wouldn't be here without this community and the people in it.

; there's been days when everything has felt hopeless and purposeless and that maybe it never has an end to all the suffering. But then I see a post of two queer kids attending pride for the first time or an old queer couple finally getting married legally and their smiles and the warmth is truly heartwarming. And the jokes and the humour and the community is so inviting and stupid I love it.

; but also how strong the community is, how strong the people in said community are. All of us. The Black Trans Women who started the pride we celebrate today and continue to support, the Indigenous Two Spirits who fight to be recognized and to fight for their people who've been erased, the Disabled queers who are loud and caring and support the community even when they're shunned for it, and every single person in the community who's existence is a fight and a protest and js. All stunning and powerful individuals, no matter who or what they are they're all truly inspirational and deserve the warmest of days and the biggest of hugs / whatever istg.

; from the ' common ' to the ' obscure ' the community is ridiculed and hated, but we're still here and we're still strong. We've always been here and always will. And to the queers living in countries like Palestine and Russia and places where they can't celebrate themselves and their pride, we do stand with you and we will do our best to support you in every way we can. There is no freedom till we are all free, I know one day you'll be safe and be free and be proud to be who you are. I and everyone else who can will make sure of it.

; we are so so diverse and real and wow. Simply wow. So to the Lesbians, the Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders, Queers, Intersexuals, Aromantics, Asexuals and Aroaces and all on that spectrum, to the Multigenders and the Multisexuals, the Non-binary people and the Two-Spirits and the Xenogenders and the Agenders and the Apathetics, the Repulsed and the Favourable, and to each and every single person in the queerest community out there. I wish you a happy fucking pride month and a wonderful rest of the year. Hold on for us ok ??

; whether you celebrated Pride Month or not, your existence yesterday, today and forever more is worth celebrating every damn day <3

[sadaveniren]

People who are coming into my ask box talking about exploiting children as if gay men (and women) haven’t been having and using their own biological kids to closet themselves since the dawn of time.

NOTE I’m not saying it’s okay to “exploit children” but it’s ONE OF THE WAYS GAY PEOPLE SURVIVE. THEY HAVE KIDS WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX TO SHOW THEY ARE NOT GAY! Gay people put themselves through forms of corrective rape to try and protect their closet. And so Louis having a kid play actor (obviously we can’t know what the kids knows or doesn’t know but my personal thought is the kid is told he’s an ACTOR) is just a different flavor of that.

And we can get into the entire argument about the exploitation of child actors at a separate time (WHICH WOULDNT BE ON LOUIS IN THIS CASE MIND YOU THIS WOULD BE ON THE KIDS ACTUAL PARENTS WHO ARE PUTTING HIM UP AS AN ACTOR!)

Basically what I’m saying is regardless of what we the fans think or feel Louis’ closet and BG are not OUR problems. They aren’t OUR decisions. They are a product of Louis’ closet and we do not know the behind the scenes reasons these things might still be going on. And also to look at BG in isolation of the last two or so years in terms of Louis “choosing this” completely ignores the fact he DIDNT choose it. He fought against playing dad for SO LONG. If he is still doing there is a reason and that reason might just be it is the most simplistic way to maintain his closet - WHICH IS HE CHOICE.

Walk quickly with me through this hypothetical situation where Louis ends BG AND maintains his closet. BG has been something that has been an internet meme since the beginning. If BG ends the likelihood of Louis being able to maintain his closet without doing something ELSE heterosexual would be near impossible (elounor engagement anyone?) because a lot of his interactions with Eleanor (and women in general) would be scrutinized.

His only other - non ramped up stunt - option would literally be to disappear for a couple years, to let it all die down and hope that things ease up and so by the time he came back nothing was talked about. Maybe going MIA for a couple years isn’t something he wants to do!

You are allowed to be upset that things aren’t ending but a lot of the arguments and talk I see and get sent makes Louis a villain when he’s just trying to survive in the music industry as a gay man. His documentary just got banned in Malaysia for (among other things) pride flags - which he didn’t cut out! Him AND Harry have both performed in countries where homosexuality is criminalized and sneaking pride flags in was an act of extreme courage.

Being closeted is OKAY. It has to be because being secretly gay and alive is better than being openly gay and dead. So please remember… gay people do stuff we may not agree with to protect their closet. Having a child actor spend 3 hours a day acting is really not that serious of a crime. He could have an ACTUAL CHILD who he ACTUALLY was showing off and making money off of ala… oh idk the Kardashians… Beyonce or plenty of other celebrities who make their child part of their brand. It’s not like he’s out here using Freddie to make an adidasxFreddie collab. He is literally just… pretending to have a son that he showed in his documentary because HES CLOSETED. And if he didn’t include him in the documentary that’s meant to show off his life - coupled with the fact he just broke up with Eleanor - would make fans start digging and low tier media would pick it up - just like they did in 2016 with BG.

Just. Please. Critical thinking. Compassion for closeted people. Learn to separate your emotions from choices other people make.

[swearphil]

2023 writing gif-making round up

Rules (adapted for fic, gifs, art, etc.): Share what you made this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you made or just the projects you're most excited about. tagged by @reasonandfaithinharmony! thank you, friend!

buckle up, friends, because I somehow posted 98 gif sets this year and it's probably going to be 100 sets by the end of the year tbh. that number sounds so ridiculous. it's all your faults because part of the reason why I made so much was because I felt so encouraged and loved by the people I've gotten to know and know better this year, so thank you.

I started trying to put all the sets in a post and that just got overwhelming for me to look at so we're doing my top favorites with some fun statistics at the end. I think it'll come as no surprise that I mostly made rwrb and heartstopper sets this year, so I decided to do my top 5 rwrb sets, top 5 heartstopper sets, and top 10 miscellaneous sets.

top 5 rwrb sets

page to screen ripped pages: this is the first set I made after the movie was released. I worked on it for hours and really enjoy how it turned out. the text placement was what took the longest. I knew what words from each passage I wanted to highlight so it took some rearranging to make sure those were visible.

acd x all american bitch: the idea for this came about when casey posted an instagram story of GUTS and songs that correspond with their characters. I love me some bi coloring, so using that for this set was really fun!

firstprince x wildest dreams: I don't know what it is about this set that makes me love it so much. I think it's the shade of pink and then the light orange from the text.

henry "that is him, part and parcel": I adore henry and bea and that's all I have to say about this set.

firstprince x exile: I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the tags for this one and I am not sorry at all for the pain I have caused. I got the idea for this set after sending @kiwiana-writes the fake fic title "I gave so many signs" and they wrote a heartwrenching summary. I immediately wanted to do something with it!

top 5 heartstopper sets

moments of healing: day two of heartstoppercentral's pride celebration for this year. putting this together made me really emotional. I'm so grateful for alice and these moments of communication we get on the show.

imogen x ballad of a homeschooled girl: yes, I did intentionally use colors on the lesbian flag for this set. it was actually going to be purple at first to match the GUTS album but I didn't like how it looked. I tried pink, liked it, wondered what color worked with pink, and thus the color palette was born!

narlie x brighter than sunshine: day 3 of heartstoppercentral's pride celebration. as schitt's creek fans know (and as a couple people pointed out in the tags), this is the song that plays at the end of "Meet the Parents." I think I knew right away I was going to use this song for this day of the event.

narlie x fearless (taylor's version): I still can't believe I made this set. it's something just last year I would have deemed too complicated. I'm proud of myself for this one.

charlie standing up to ben: this set idea was suggested by @swiftlythebest. idk if this was intentional on alice's part, but I really enjoy how charlie says similar sentiments in both episodes. like "leave me alone" -> "I don't want to see you ever again."

top 10 miscellaneous sets

alexis rose + "destined to be on fire": I can't believe how much I've grown as a gif maker over the past three years and this set shows that growth. I also adore alexis and her journey.

david/patrick open mic: I made this set once I got back home from seeing noah in concert. I was truly close to tears during the concert when I realized I was watching him perform a song from a show I have loved for three years.

david/patrick relationship dynamic: @reasonandfaithinharmony @roseapothecary and @rmd-writes are to thank for this set coming into existence. the fact that I had so many scenes to choose from shows that this truly is david and patrick's dynamic.

schitt's creek + barbie posters: I knew right away what kind of barbie david and alexis were going to be.

GUTS + favorite lyrics: god I really love this set. the typography? the coloring? I really outdid myself.

the good witch + ages: another set I just absolutely adore. I love the shades of pink I used. also, maisie, thank you for including consecutive years in the album because it really would have bugged me if they weren't lol

danandphilgames + fuck land: my url becomes relevant again! if you told me at the start of this year that the gaming channel would be back, I would not have believed you.

calliette x love affair: I really love the overlays for this one. it just ended up working well on its own with little manipulation from me. the song is from the end of the last episode. it worked great for the antagonists event!

ellie x you're on your own, kid: I had this idea for a few weeks before I actually got around to making it. I remember being worried and surprised that no one else that I saw did a set with this song.

vampire by olivia rodrigo: the lyric "bloodsucker, fame fucker" really did something to me.

fun statistics: out of the 98 sets I made

39 are rwrb

34 are heartstopper

8 are schitt's creek

6 are music artists

5 are dan and phil

4 are the last of us

1 is tarlos

1 is calliette

32 use taylor lyrics

tagging (no pressure of course!) @roseapothecary @swiftlythebest @rmd-writes @leclercpiastri @mulderscully @victoriaspriing and if anyone else wants to do this, feel free to say I tagged you!

[ct-multifandom]

Minisodes oh my lawd

I haven’t posted yttd since Kai’s island route came out, but wow that was some shit I just saw. I wanna talk about my thoughts. I’ll go in order of increasing sadness and rambling.

!!! spoiler warning !!!

Anzu

The least lore-heavy story maybe? It was cute, and I liked to see more of her since she’s one of the most minor characters in the playable cast, but I feel like there wasn’t a lot of deep stuff in this one.

Her school uniform is cute but seeing her de-clown-ified and normal is strange. It’s like when Nankidai draws Gin without the fursuit

I saw other people point this out as well, but it’s weird that Ryuu’s coworker got a full sprite while Anzu’s girlfriend was just a silhouette. Is the woman relevant somehow? mean if she and Samurai Yaiba can get sprites then why not the friend? Maybe it’s comparable to us never having seen Ryoko’s face in outside content or any part of her at all in the game itself, but Ryoko’s situation makes me suspicious. Does this mean something or is it irrelevant?

That bit about Kugie buying all the ice cream was a surprise. I wonder if it will be relevant to Kanna’s story, like she got her a ridiculous supply of ice cream to cheer her up when she was sad or something. Also confirmation that Kanna and Anzu lived in the same town. Did the cast all live near each other or is it just them?

I see people upset that Anzu found a guy hot but like. Her color scheme is the pansexual pride flag

I saw mention that she said she made her costume herself in the game, but the minisode says that it was a gift from Ryuu. Maybe he gave her part of it and she made the rest, or that she modified an old costume herself to be more her style? More likely that Nankidai just forgot tbh

The plaza where she became a clown is the one Midori was in last chapter, but we haven’t had a chance to be there in peace. I guess it’s just another memory location, but it’s interesting that it’s the setting for some very climactic scenes while the others aren’t. Of course, we haven’t seen every character’s room yet.

I feel like there’s something we’ve yet to learn about Anzu because at the moment she just feels like a wholesome, kinda incompetent comic relief character, and this game does not have those. Why is the survival rate of the girl who complains about extracurriculars being too much work so high? Is she such a positive force that people can’t help but keep her around? She dies immediately two separate times in the game and frankly doesn’t help with anything during puzzles. Is she secretly a good manipulator? She’s a self proclaimed good actor and learned slight of hand tricks and such from Ryuu. Does she have another side to her? If not for the logic route, we wouldn’t have known what Ranmaru is capable of, but according to the minisode, the way Anzu acts in the game is the same as how she acted to the people around her normally.

Alice

Why can’t we have nice things??? It was so cute and so heartbreaking at the same time. Like, if this was a scene in a linear, chronological story, we’d still have the hope and maybe expectation that Alice will still fix things with Reko, but we know that from this moment on he screws up literally every chance he can get until it’s too late. The good ending we want so bad is pretty much impossible.

The kid sprites are so cute. We already saw them in that one CG but seeing them as sprites makes them feel more alive, y’know

When Alice referred to himself by name and Reko was like I already know your name… this one’s going in my transgender compilation

Them having a secret treehouse fort is so baby

And I love the Samurai Yaiba designs. Looking camp right in the eye. Idc if people think it’s ugly, the girls who get it get it

It was nice to finally meet the other band members. I wasn’t expecting to ever see them have real screen time but hey. Although Stronghold turned out to be a creepy weirdo and Ursheen is nonverbal or mute or something?

I’m excited to see island routes for these two. Idk if their events together will be deep or anticlimactically goofy. I imagine Reko’s “good” ending will involve starting a band or something, but what would Alice’s be? Does he have his own ambitions? Imagine if it was the other way around, if managing a band or teaching music to beginners was his passion

It’s interesting that almost every account of this plot line is from Alice’s perspective, which makes sense because it has a much stronger emotional effect on him than on Reko who thinks she has more important things to worry about and overlooks Alice. I would like to see more of her take, though, because her whole situation seems to be deeply un-relatable to him. Did she prioritize her success with the conscious awareness that she’s hurting his feelings, or is she just so career-focused that she didn’t even think it’d affect him?

Lastly, I’m intrigued by fandom reaction to Reko’s behavior. People rightly find her to be complex and compelling, but they also just like her and seem to forgive or understand her. I often find that when a character, especially a woman, does something like this, people hold it against them pretty harshly. Yet Reko is widely loved and may even have more fans than Alice? Is it because we know she becomes a better person later on and starts to mend their relationship? As a member of the liked-Qtaro-before-it-was-cool-and-everyone-else-hated-him club I’m curious about the standards people hold flawed characters to. Is it because Reko has that badass punk rock pretty privilege, or does her story just resonate with people?

Kai

Oooohhhh my god dude. This one. Shitting and crying. Kai was allowed to be happy for five seconds ever.

Seeing Sei was a jumpscare

Seeing young Gashu was an even bigger jumpscare. Y’know how when a guy shaves, all you can see is the real estate where a mustache is supposed to be?

I can’t BELIEVE this shit made him somehow sympathetic. These sideplots have made every villainous character from previous chapters have a sympathetic side what the hell. We haven’t seen the full extent of Miley’s story yet, just little hints, which is exciting to me, obviously Safalin is grey all over, and Ranger was programmed to be the way he was, but Gashu?! Clearly he still sucks, but HRNNGGHR what’s next? Does Midori have a sympathetic side?

Gashu making brief, absolutely pathetic attempts at treating his kids as people with feelings between training sessions. These moments of empathy being seen as a failing on Asunaro’s end that had to be beaten out. Gashu not fully understanding what they were planning and turning himself into a total emotionless monster after he found out to protect himself for what was coming. He probably thought he was doing Ranger a favor by making him the way he did.

Sei’s whole thing re-contextualized Rio Ranger so grossly. People are upset that Kai didn’t live to meet him, but I’m kinda glad he didn’t have to see how his father desecrated his brother’s personality and image post-mortem.

Hated seeing the light leave their eyes after the visit from Asunaro lady

Speaking of her, huh? She looks way too unique to be a silhouette character? All the other ones were generic looking normal people but she looks like Miss dori. My theory is that the hair was the only part that mattered, that that hairstyle is a symbol of the figure the organization sees as “god” and its higher members perhaps try to emulate it, Midori included.

We got some more explicit information on the religious cult side of Asunaro. We already knew Gashu had these beliefs, but the other floormasters didn’t. We have hints that Miley and Safalin are actually exceptions, caring more about their scientific research and personal agendas than whatever the organization’s true beliefs and agendas might be.

Kai trauma-dumping on Mr Chidouin made me uncomfortable. It feels like Kai will trust anyone who’s nice to him, and is surprisingly optimistic or even naïve considering everything he went through. We don’t know what Mr C’s goals are, but man. He has the same poses as Meister. Come on. I hate the way he had that fake ass smile plastered on while Kai spilled his heart out. It seems like Kai never learned how to trust or distrust people, and both those things played a part in his downfall.

That Euphoria Rue Happy Moments compilation on YouTube that’s only one minute long except it’s Kai

I like how Sei really did have that bitchy, unserious personality Ranger ended up with, except he also had ~feelings~. I would have liked to see how his brash sense of humor plays of Kai’s bizarre one.

Does involvement with Asunaro immediately require you to upload your consciousness to their central computer or something? Where else would Gashu get the AI of a long dead kid for Ranger? I doubt he understood him well enough to have him replicated from scratch, fucked up liberties and all.

Sei being older than Kai surprised me. How old do you guys think they were? Like 12 and 15 maybe? I have seen many fans in the past interpret Ranger as being an adult, but I always saw him as a kid/teenager. I guess a big part of it is his trauma-induced immaturity (and probably literally having the mind of a child), but he looks young to me too. He doesn’t look too much older than Sei, and his body appears strangely un-athletic looking for someone who underwent rigorous assassin training, thought he does look taller. Maybe 18-ish?

The whole murder island thing felt so impractical and unnecessarily sadistic but then again everything the organization does is like that. Also can’t believe Kai won the hunger games by doing nothing what a legend

I know Sei’s death wouldn’t have had nearly the same effect without CGs, but this minisode being the only one with extra art like that made it feel way bigger than the other two

The way Sei was capable of breaking down in tears and loving and being terrified but still had it in him to kill others, and be casual about it too

Kai growing up still wearing that same type of uniform every day symbolizing how he could never escape Asunaro’s grasp even when he tried running, ignoring it, covering it up with his apron which represents his individuality. Ranger wearing that black t-shirt and little yellow scarf representing him being freed from Asunaro’s expectations, not in a way that granted him autonomy, but rather that it gave them the OK to empty out everything that made him him and using him as a brief, disposable tool, represented by him stealing pieces of all the other humans who were similarly used and killed by Asunaro for himself.

What would Kai dress like if he could pick out his own clothes?

I would love an afterlife scene with these two like the one Nao and Mishima got

Or the normal version of a Sei AI in YTTS

Man getting to know Sei really changed my whole perspective of Ranger and I’m glad he and Kai not only knew each other in life but also formed a close bond. That for a brief period they both had somebody they could trust

Edit addition: omg how both of them became completely aware that they were going to die with no way out of it, and didn’t accept it per se, quite the opposite actually, but their final wishes were to at least not die at the hands of the enemy who doomed them

Can you tell this one was my fav? Yeah uh. Fuck. Anyway I love how Nankidai manages to keep everyone relevant as have us learn more about them so long and so consistently after their deaths. Nobody is just there for a plot device or shock value, they all have their own stories that don’t end when they’re gone. Can’t wait for more

[pinkyjulien]

🌈 Queerness in CyberPunk 2077

I wanted to make this post earlier this month but got caught up in modding shenanigans, as per usual~

BUT! It's still June, still pride, so here it is :>

▶ DISCLAIMER

All of this is my analyses, headcanons, of different characters, some of them not confirmed at all in anyway or form! I'm a queer man myself, but I do not claim to know everything about queerness and being queer, everyone experience the game and interpret the characters differently 🤲 This is only my opinions, based off canon game events, clues, hints, as well as developpers's tweets, streams, files datamining etc etc Please do not see this thread as an attack, or as something invalidating! I'm more than curious to heard what you think about my personal analyses, if you agree, if you don't, and why! If you think other characters also display hints of queerness I'd love to hear it too! 💙

This picture is an update I did in 2022 of lil collage I did back in 2021~

I posted the first version on Reddit back in 2021 and it created this whole "what do mean JOHNNY is GAY?" (because a rainbow behind a man automatically means he's Gay and nothing else right) and a lot of biphobia over his character in particular (gasp- THE rockerboy?! Biseggsual?? In my viddy game??)

▶ You can look at the thread here and have a lil laugh

SO, NATURALLY, after doing the 2022 collage, I went and uploaded it to reddit once again! Because triggering bigots and seeing them stumble over their own tongues trying to debunk everything is really funny ✨

However, I instantly muted the thread and let it rot in its own sauce for some days, weeks, only coming back to it later and Oh Boy 👀

I did a thread on Twitter last year exploring everything that was said on the thread and explaining why I put certain characters on it

Thought it'd be cool and fun to re-explore that and share my thoughts with y'all here SO LETS GET BACK TO IT 😌🤙

▶▶▶

I'll mainly paste screenshots of what I already said on my twitter thread, but I might add some things there and there!

Damn I was kinda pissed off back then HGHFHGF but yeah, this is also the reason I won't ever make any straight or super straight flags I do not headcanon Delamain as Asexual, as there isn't any confirmation anywhere that he's interest in that kind of interaction or not, but I'll come back to him later!

Goro being canonly Queer is often missed, and this surprises me, considering he's one of the popular character! He is interested (or not) equally in both Fem and Masc V, giving he's replying to them the exact same ways! This isn't something done randomly by the devs :)

As said in the tweet, there isn't any direct and clear evidence of Mitch and Scorpion being a couple! Their relationship is heavily queer coded and queer people are more easily picking up on it than non-queer peoeple (and that's normal) Gay men have called their male partner Friend, Best friend and Brother through history maaaany many time, and that's part of my interpretation of their relationship too, especially giving they're both veterans who fought in the same war. The poem Mitch wrotes during "I'll Fly Away" (heavily implied) is romantic and gay coded, the gay novel in Mitch's tent (confirmed to be on purpose) is what we call environnemental story telling, it's subtle but adds to a character's backstory and lore! As for the datamining, I found a Mitch awkwardly explaining to V that no, Saul doesn't have any say in whatever he's doing with Scorpion stuff "because.... because... eh, that's just family stuff"

Note on Delamain here because I've heard it even caused some drama here on Tumblr that I said that? He uses He/Him to describe himself, the Main Entity, but multiples of his splites entities uses She/Her, meaning he's literally Non-Binary in how his entity is formed (I find it really cool for an AI ngl ngl) However if my headcanon offended anyone, I apologize! and I'd love to hear others interpretation :3

There isn't any open and visible MLM gay couple in Cyberpunk 2077! Bouncing off ElvenBeard's amazing analyses and thoughts on Kerry's sexuality, he can be seen as Bisexual (confirmed by RTAL themselves) and Homosexual (confirmed by the devs before and after the game released) he can be Both and Both are correct depending on how you view his character and how he grew from his past relationship (Bisexual with a masc preference, Bisexual who have to heal from his marriage, Gay man who realized his sexuality later after a wonky marriage, etc)

The whole "Responsability=Wife" Takemura take angers me to no end, taking its roots in heteronormativity- We see Goro care for his job above all else, to me that's what his "responsability" is and always was; his job

Nothing more to add here- Jackie's only relationship we see in game is with Misty, this doesn't confirm nor deny anything! (However with how he react to V pushing him, lip-bitting and all regardless of gender, I can totally see him as being queer)

AND That's about it!

It was interesting to dig into that thread last year and thought I'd share that here, as a refresher that Johnny is Bi, Takemura too, and smaller characters like Mitch and Evelynn still have clear hints of queerness to them ✨

I really like how CP77 touches on queerness, it feels realistic, it doesn't feel forced; which, sadly, create this problem of "UH?? This is pure LIES" if a character's sexuality is not splattered in your face, which then create the "Ugh why does it have to be forced down our throat" complains

Something something, lesson here is that people will always complain about queerness, be it loud, be it subtle, so fuck it! Scream it, go apeshit over small details, over-analyse everything cause chances are: this is intentional!

More Characters

I later noticed that Regina have a naked lady tattooed on her forearm, and since we know nothing is done randomly in CDPR's video games, makes me think that she might be sapphic in some way ✨

Mateo is also one of my fav "potential queer", how he could be a trans man, but there isn't anything really to support that other than that one interaction with V

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[naupactus]

okay disordered paul mccartney live report incoming

its currently1 am when im writing this and we havent made it to the highway yet. the show lasted 3 entiree hours maybe more WITHOUT any kind of break

think argentinian crowds are especially insane becasue we're only included in tours if it's like a Big Important tour. there weee SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE. I WAS SO CLOSW TOTHE SYAGE. not that close but i was like 20 meters from it IN RIVER which is a lot becasue like omfg when i jumped i could see him. he opened with a hard days night and we all just started screamng the song at the top of our lungs and jumping becausewhat the fuck man its real

he interacted with the audkence a lot actually he spoke in spanish to us he said Che Boludo Son Lo Más. and other such things. and he was very fond of the argentinian tendency to start chanting in the quiet moments. he actually turned the classic oooooo ooooo oooo oo into a song like he told us to do it and started playing chords over it. when he took off his coat the women in the audience went oooooohh and he did a silly gesture like "me? bah". two separate times someone yelled I LOVE YOUU and he responded in a funny voice I LOVE YOU TOO

everyone played absolutely flawlessly his voice is perfect even though hes like 84 HE SANG FUCKING HELTER SKELTER. ?????????AT this age . and so many ltherrlly energetic songs like jet....

live and let die was fucking insane he exploded. they literallyjust started blowing shit up on the stage. there was fire. we could feel the heat of the fire. and an unbelievable amount of fireworks. and we all screamed abd jumped while singing the instrumental part. and then whenit was over there was a wuiet moment where we all CONTINUED singing ut and he told us to STOP because the explosions were too loud and he wasnt doing allat again

during a song where there werent any drums the drummer started dancing like doing the macarena and shit. when the song ended the crowd started chanting PELAAAADO PELAAAAADO bevause he was bald and we love him they played fucking obladi oblada imagine the jumping. imagine. and drums man was doing all the silly extra voices he was so cool.

i didnt know that he played for the benefit of mr kite but he did and iy was great because my sister and i are #1 fans of that fucking song we were going crazy eve though it was possibly the most undanceable song in the entire setlist

he dedicated a song to his wife yhat was paired with sign language on the screen which was sweet on one hand but on thr other hand i wonder how many people in the audience of a rock concert are deaf

he actually dedicated the song something to george :] he sung it on a ukulele he had gifted to him kt was rlly sweet. and he doo-doo'd the little guitar riff between verses and the audience joined in on that as well

he dedicated TWO songs to john the first one was here today which already made my mom and sister emotional because you could see how much he loved that guy.. he said he hoped he was listening up there. and then he played now and then. and even though none of us had heard it much before because it was that song that was only reconstructed recently using ai to recreate johns voice it still made us even more emotional becsuse it was paired w a lot of pictyres of them :( AND I SWEAR TO GOD these birds were paid actors. a flock of white birds in a v formation emerges from behind the stage and flies accross the sky during the song and none of us had to say it for us to decide ok yeah this is the time to cry

one of the last songs if not The last song i dont remember well he poayed before the encore was hey jude and it was so fucking cool becasue as you can expect everyone was singing. and he made us play around w the singing like only the men or only the women. kt was fun <3

that song was also what we sung to ask for the encore and oh boy did he give us an encore. he showed up waving the argentinian flag and behind him a pride flag (yay?) (apparently he does a british flag too in other countries but not in argentina !!! out of respect). and then he said this is a song that is very important to me and you'll see why. and he started playing i've got a feeling and we wondered why he'd said that because yknow this is just any other normal song. but then when john's part came it was john singing instead of him. and it was paired w a video from the get back show of him singing it on the screen and my mom freaked ouut so hard she cried qgain because it felt like he just showed up onstage. personally i hate paul mccartney i think he enjoys playing with our feelings

he olayed the birthday song and then helter skelter and then he was like okay teehee this got long ^^ one last song! and he proceeds to play side 2 of abbey road starting from golden slumbers. we knew he'd end the show w that one because he'd done it at the show 8 years ago but it didnt stop my mom and sister from crying again honestly respect i looked over to my sister and she was SOBBING

my legs hurg

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Hello :) I’ve seen your post and I’ve returned to ask once more, would you be willing to draw-

Teen-High-Binder Transmasc Normal?

I tried to keep more original while still following the general meme/ adding stuff that I liked from other people. For as much as I draw Link, Normal is up there for my fav character, so I’m glad to be solidifying a design for him that I actually like. Link reminds me of me as a kid and Normal reminds me of me when I was 13-15(honestly me a now a little, I’m just older so I don’t act as much like that). What can I say he’s my Hispanic, neurodivergent boy, of course I project on him. I still wear my high school spirt shirts because some of them are still cute, which means that Normal definitely wears San Dimas spirt shirts. Hopefully this isn’t just a uniform school thing, and ya’ll know what school spirt shirts are. I hope yall like the tree joke, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else make that observation. I love this meme/trend it’s fucking funny who you asked everyone and I gotta love the community coming together over binder Normal.

Sorry this took so long, was gonna post this last week(I think? I have no sense of time) and then tumblr ate the post when I tried to draft it. So I’ve been procrastinating on posting because I’d have to write everything I want to post at once. Actually while making this post I turned off my tablet because someone came into my room and I thought I LOST the post AGAIN, but just posted early. To Anon, since I keep talking to you, I could try to count it myself, but I could just ask you. What’s the current Normal Binder count, has to be over 10 I think.

Anyways Happy Pride everyone!

Id on the bottom

[ID starts: Digital fanart of Normal from Dungeons and Daddies. Normal has a puberty mustache, light tan skin, light acne, and short-ish, dark brown, wavy hair. There is a large center drawing of Normal with smaller doodles surrounding the drawing.The main drawing is of Normal in a navy blue teeny the teen binder. He has his hand in fist on his chest and has a confident expression. To the the left of him it say “Happy Pride!” in a shouting bubble. On the top left, Normal is saying “Why go on T, when you can use puberty tree!” To the right of that, it has a before and after. In the before, Normal has no mustache, while in the after he was a mustache. In the middle right, there is a tiny doodle of Normal’s face saying: “Bind Safely!” with a trans flag behind the text. In the bottom left there’s another tiny Normal. He has another teeny-the-teen binder, but this one has mascot’s repeating face. On top it say, “Obligatory meme reference!” ID ends]

[ID starts: A close up of the top part of the drawing. On the left, Normal has a blue shirt that says: “Teen Spirt!” and has a salesperson’s smile. He is gesturing with a pointed finger and saying “Why go on T, when you can use puberty tree!” To the right of that, it has a before and after. In the before, Normal has no mustache and a neutral expression. While in the after, he was a mustache, more acne, and an excited smile. ID ends]

[yourbigendergremlet]

Here is a bunch of rambles ive vollected over a few months instead of posting them in seperate posts

Feeling dysphoric about my face not being masculine, putting my hair down because it makes me feel masculine, i hate hair in my face, all my headbands to hold my hair back have bows on it, rip off the bows, wear is like a sweatband

Manly ✨

Even if i was ever gonna come out to my family as bigender, they wouldn't just say it is terrible, they would just tell me that im making no sense because i am still female, a part of me is still that, but they just wouldn't get that a part of me is also male, they would just say it was a tomboy. If they continue to misgender me, they aren't exactly wrong because i am still female so calling me she/her is still not wrong so i cant get that angry about it

Feeling dysphoria? I just made a new album in my gallery and copied any images that made me feel like a guy into there and named it "i am a big strong beautiful manly man"

Felt like a guy today but went to church and was gonna sit in the mens side but then felt extremely uncomfortable so i went to the women's side but i also felt uncomfortable with myself there and aaaagh

Me making braclets with my pride flags but my family dont know that thy are pride flags because they dont know the bigender and genderfluid flags 😎

Complaining to my little brother about our mum not letting me buy men's clothes and freely shopping in the men's section with him because he has not yet been tainted by our parents and older sister's views and feeling amazing even though he still knows nothing about lgbt stuffs

Me thinking of a plan to ask my little brother what his views on the lgtvs are but descreetly so that if he doesnt like it he wont tell mother 0.0

Conversation switches to "lgbt people bad", me goes completely silent 0.0 me: "haha yeah thats weird..." when talked directly to desperately trying to switch topic while not outing myself

My sister wants to try new nail polish but already has some on so asks my little brother to do it on him, parents being like "nooo he's a boyyyy" and my sister being like "yeah guys wear nail polish now tho but he still isnt gonna be able to be a girl" and me being there like "yeah, he can put on nail polish" and internally screaming that guys can be girls if they are aaaa

Hahaha internalised transphobia :D for a while there

Me: am i actually genderfluid or am i actually bigender? Am i faking it? Am i pretending to relate to genderfluid and ftm trans people? Am i only just female and male or am i non binary also a bit??? Am i duel weilding my genders or am i fluctuating between them right now i have no clue??????? Is that why im feeling like thisssss???

Me going out somewhere, analysing how guys walk and act differently to girls and taking mental notes

Walking two steps like how people say guys walk and feeling absolutely on top of the world before going back to normal

Hoping im being subtle in trying to lower my voice so my family dont question it (and horribly failing at being subtle why is lowering your voice a bit so hard??)

Tumblr recomending me a suspicious amount of transgender posts before i had started properly questioning my gender or even thought about it

If i was a AMAB, being bigender would be so much easier becuase it's easier to just wear a skirt or dress and look distinctly feminine and then wear other stuff and look distinctly masculine but as a AFAB when you wear male clothes you still look female but who just bought something from the male section instead of looking like a guy

My mum speaking arabic and using the masculine versions of words for me as a joke but me internally pretending that she is using my correct pronouns 🥲

Me considering getting the school trousers so i can wear that sometimes instead of my skirt but also its my last year and no point spending money on uncomfortable trousers ill never wear again if its only for one year

So in church, women wear something called an isharba which is a headscarf meant to cover your hair to be modest.

Ive noticed that on days where im feeling like a girl, i can wear the isharba theoughout the mass but on days where im feeling like a guy i feel very uncomfortable wearing it and dont usually wear it in the mass. On some days i can wear it on and off throughout as well. It's intresting how my gender also effects something like wearing a head scarf, but i guess it can also be kinda like skirts in that sense? It was also a very subconcious feeling and even when i wasnt aware of what gender i was that day i would sometimes feel uncomfortable

Some days i feel more comfortable with the label bigender, and sometime im more comfortable with the label genderfluid and it's weird

Today im feeling more masculine, but also not fully so im more between he/they. But also there is a small twinge of feminine but only a small amount.

So i dont really feel like he/him, but i dont like they/them for myself, but then also im not he/she because there isnt a lot of she in me but im not he/him because i dont feel fully like a guy.

Im not none of them because i am all of them but to varying degrees to the extent where im not comfortable with any of the pronouns no matter how they are balanced. Idk? Are people just not meant to refer to me when i feel like this????

A very specific feeling i want to experience is wearing a dress while looking like a boy, i really want to have the feeling of being a cis boy wearing a dress so much

I didn't realise how important having facial and body hair was to me until my mum and sister kept saying that i should shave it. I really really love my body and facial hair and i really want even a small beard but my mum and sister made me shave my tiny moustache hairs and unibrow for christmas and tried to get me to shave my leg and arm hair and i feel super dysphoric without it being there anymore

That moment of delusion where i pretend to myself that the soft fabricy present my sister got for me was a binder and fantasise about it but its just a jumper in reality

My sister was talking about starfield and how stupid it was that you could put pronouns "why not just have it male and female lol" and i tried to laugh along but really just could not make it sound energetic and i felt kinda sick

Ive recently had the epithany that as a bigenderfluid person i am still allowed to be a femboy or a tomboy and that being feminine doesnt necessarily make me a girl that day and i am still a guy and-