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howlsofbloodhounds · 1 month ago

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In the most /lh way possible , I honestly don't really think fanon killermare is ' knock off ' colorkiller ? Like I mean , even Fanon [ Multiple fanon interpretations , there's many .] Nightmare is very different from Color and I think each ship has its own interesting dynamics , so calling it ' off brand [other ship] ' seems a bit . Generalizing to me ??

[ apologies if this is hard to read or comes off as rude ! ]

No I get you. I’m promise im just pissy and also on my period lmao.

But here’s the thing. here’s the thing; people give Nightmare Color’s personality. They give him shit he never did for Killer, the stuff Color did. The stuff he worked on and he risked his life for and he tried so hard to do. And all he got for his efforts was being pushed aside and ignored and only brought up to demonize him and dismiss him and look down on him.

Yeah, I’m talking about the whole “killer falls in love with nightmare because he saved him” stuff. No Nightmare didn’t and this interpretation is so popular people genuinely think it’s true and as a result don’t even know who Color is at all. And when they do find out they’re dismissive or use him as bait for a pointless drama love triangle.

Ive literally had to convince people to care about what was already canon and there because people gave it all away to Nightmare like they did everything about Killer’s character and story. His entire character in fandom revolves around Nightmare, there’s hardly ANY killer centric stories that don’t involve shipping or Nightmare and it’s annoying.

Nightmare is in fact very different from Color; and that’s the thing. Most interpretations I see of fanon killermare hardly seem like Nightmare. It’s basically just Color in Nightmares skin with more sophisticated language.

People take away every single part of Color’s character and achievements and give it to a fanon Nightmare with a bit of a “darker gothic” twist and then complain about how Color and his friendship with Killer is “boring.” And im like; of course you think it’s boring.

You gave everything about his character and color spectrum duo’s relationship away to Nightmare and Killermare for absolutely zero reason. And it’s precisely because of that I have to shift through Killermare after Killermare to get even a smidge of anything with color. People find any excuse to get rid of friendships and ignore it and I hate it.

Color saved Killer. Color is helping Killer. Color is who Killer trusts the most, that’s his best friend, that’s how Killer turns to for safety and protection and stability and the first person he genuinely believed cared about him, one of the most important people in his life. If he’s dropping to his knees and worshipping anyone it’s Color—and Color will pull him back up to his feet and offer him a warm hug instead. Not Nightmare. That’s been the narrative for literal years now and it’s not true.

I haven’t seen any fanon interpretations of Killermare I could get behind besides maybe two that doesn’t make me think “Color could literally be doing and saying this” and the only reason he likely isn’t is because the person doesn’t know Color exists or wants to demonize him and give away all his hard work to a canonical kidnapper and trafficker and abuser.

I’d rather see Nightmare grow and change as a person and actually do something to earn Killers trust and loyalty. I’m sick of it being freely given because people want to ignore his canonical abuse at Nightmares hands. And I want this change to happen precisely because Color challenges him and offers to help him too in the end when he needs it.

So basically: I hate that fanon Killermare often completely ignores what Nightmare did to Killer. I hate what it does to Killer’s character and story. I hate that it ignores Color most of the time or only to demonize him. I hate that friendship or queer platonic relationships aren’t cared about in this fandom as much as romantic or “found family” ones even tho Killer and Color are found family and so are the entire Chromatic Crew.

People are free to disagree and keep shipping whoever they want, that’s not my issue and i don’t want to ruin people’s fun even as i complain. I just wish Color Spectrum Duo, and Color, and bits of Killers canon got more actual care and respect and attention. And also please tag yalls stuff with the proper ships so I can chose not to engage with it (not directed at anyone.)

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queserasora · 2 months ago

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SANJI X READER | FEM! READER, SHE/HER, 3.4k wc CW: Profanity, unprotected sex, groping, oral male receiving female giving, oral female receiving male giving, dry humping A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY:The one where Sanji meets someone at the saloon, he is bad at climbing stairs, shirts get ripped, and you don’t know my name’.mp3

You had your eye on him for a while now.

They had been staying on your sunny and humid island for a few weeks; patching up something on their ship and seemingly enjoying their time on the sandy beaches. Him and his crew frequented the saloon you worked at, devouring and drinking everything in sight as if bounties for their heads didn’t exist. You were impressed at their bottomless pits and their audacity, but you were more impressed by the cook’s ability to stay sober under duress.

He had a soft but commanding presence that drowned out the din of the establishment the moment he walked in. You were helpless. You had no choice but to stare. You would watch him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he moved towards the table, making sure to steer the ladies of his crew in the right direction. It was unreasonable how jealous it made you every time. You could tell there was no genuine interest there between them and it baffled you how they were able to keep their hands to themselves for so long.

You hadn’t said more than a few words to each other. He probably didn’t even know your name. A sinking feeling dragged below your navel, filling you with anxiety. He could leave any day, and you still wouldn’t know the sound of your name rolling off his lips, the taste of his mouth, the scent of his skin.

Desire fills you with little burning pockmarks; tiny little fires erupting everywhere. It becomes increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away from him. You are hypnotized by the way the cigarette hangs perilously on the corner of his lips; how smoke oozes and floats away from it towards the ceiling, rivulets of breath and promises. You wish to take it in–the scent of tobacco and alcohol in his mouth. You furiously clean the glasses behind the bar, anything to keep yourself from walking over right now and slamming your hand on the table.

Heart hammering in your chest, you blink rapidly, hoping it would cast out the impure thoughts running through your mind. You could picture yourself, slowly lowering yourself over him, picture yourself digging your nails into the softness of his hips. You could almost taste his precum on your tongue–if you focused enough.

If you left tonight without speaking your truth, if you went to sleep tonight without feeling him move against you–you would simply perish. No fuss. No complications. Just death.

You were a woman with a high sense of self preservation. That was your excuse, as you took pitchers of beer to their table unprompted. You valued your life above all else. That was your resolve as you took the opportunity his arguing crewmates provided you and leaned forward, breasts spilling over your top. You wanted what you wanted, and always grabbed it with unwavering hands. That was your call to war as your fingers ghosted over his forearm; lingering a bit too long, a bit too hot.

“I wonder,” you murmur close to his ear. You smell smoke in his hair, feel heat kissing your skin. “Are you getting bored yet?”

His eyes meet yours and you are blown asunder; pieces of you fall from the sky–the fire and brimstone of his gaze. Bright embers splash against his cheeks, a tempting pink beckoning sweetly. His lips part and you breathe in deep, wanting to trap his sweet scent in your lungs.

He says nothing, and you feel like dying. So you grip his arm tightly, long fingernails leaving half moon marks on his skin.

“Do you need me…” he asks timidly, breath hitching in his throat. “For anything, my lady?” You hum, stalling, swallowing the dirty dialogue prompts bursting in your mind. You needed him, yes. You need him, badly, in so many ways. You nod in lieu of speaking, and release your hold on his arm. As you pull away, he is standing up, jaw tense. His heat is dizzying. Entrapped, you struggle for control, so you lead him by the wrist, fingers sizzling with frayed nerves at the touch of his skin.

He follows you like a puppy; eager and clueless. You resist the urge to laugh. You had waited this long and it had been this easy. Why had you hesitated? Fear of rejection? Fear of the unknown? You needed to know. Perhaps you’d find the answers on the inside of his cheek, or the curve of his dick.

Fortune was finicky but tonight she must have been feeling indifferent. As indecent turns of events would have it, the room you rented was just up the stairs of the building next door.

Fate accompanies you up the steps, spotting Sanji’s back, as he wobbles and falters; you reach down to grab his ass before he’s even through the door. Crimson bloomed over his pale cheeks like bushels of roses on snow; but every rose has its thorns so you resist, this time keeping your hands to yourself. There was no need to stain your hands with your own blood. After all, you were a woman with a heightened sense of self preservation. You valued your life more than anything else. At least, so you thought.

Is that why you pressed your hands at the bottom of his firm stomach, hips quickly flushing against his? Is that why your lips brushed against his chin, his jawline until they found a particularly lonesome earlobe?

Your benevolence was unparalleled. The lonely, the downtrodden needed to be saved, you thought, so you take his earlobe with every ounce of tenderness you possess and suck. He is pliable, easy, soft. His breath is yeasty and he fidgets in your embrace. You are reminded of kneading dough, shaping it against the protests of its elasticity. He moans as your tongue continues its ministrations.

His vagabond hands grasp your ass with hesitation. It feels almost impossible; a hallucination of sorts. He is aware that this is his body, dealing with the blows of your hot mouth on his neck. He is aware that this is him, his hands now moving to your breasts, where they squeeze and grip, unable to memorize just yet the softness of them.

He is aware of this, and the rest of your heat swallowing him whole, yet couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it.

So he tries to lead; a clumsy spectacle of a waltz. One step, two steps, three steps. His hands seek your face, holding it like water. His mouth collides into yours, tongue darting between lips to devour your own. He tastes your soul in your breath, your convictions against the front of your teeth; that which makes you soft on the inside of your cheek.

One step, two steps, three.

The waltz was private and intimate; a step box of a dance that ensnared you. You pushed against its walls in rebellion. Your hands are on his chest, and you summon the rest of your force to drive him backwards. He falls on the mattress with a light oomph. You are on him, a tidal wave of desire and liberation. There’s a meek sound of protest trying to move past his lips but you smother it down with your tongue, running it flat against his bottom lip. Your fingers are devious things, undoing buttons as his muscles flex and contract from stimulation under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Please,” he says, his voice dark and hoarse. He clenches his teeth–a feeble attempt at holding back a hiss when you drag your long nails down his naked chest. “I want to–” You silence him again, taking his tongue for your own. One of your hands finds his throat and you apply enough pressure to warn him. His gaze is on your mouth before he drags it to meet your eyes.

Your breath hitches; wings flutter like pests in your chest. It repulses you, so you do the only thing you can think of: grind down on his hardened cock. He moans, fingers digging into your hips. You lean forward, press kisses against his collarbone and neck. Your hips are vicious, moving against him, chasing down all his sighs and moans.

“Your name?” he asks breathlessly. “Please. I want to know your name.”

You laugh at the absolute ridiculousness of the situation–at your hypocrisy. Minutes ago you had been drowning in your angst spurred by the idea that he may never grow to know your name and now here he was; a beggar–your name the only scraps he wanted.

So why couldn’t you just fucking give it?

You lower yourself to lay between his legs and pull down his trousers. You palm his erection through his underwear, bringing your mouth to give kisses over the cloth. He feels thick and satisfying. You are mystified. Part of you couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth. His hips buck as you move down the length of his shaft, one hand massaging his balls. You feel the precum wet through the fabric, and you squeeze at his tip gently, loving the way he whimpers and bites his lip.

He looked vulnerable, frail. It tugged at your heartstrings but you didn’t have many to begin with. You pull at his underwear, and his cock bounces out–erect and alert. You curl your tongue around the tip of it, taking in the last of his precum with a moan. You hollow your cheeks and put his full length in your mouth, slow at first, then faster. His fingers are in your hair, twitching and pulling. You feel his hips thrust against you, slamming his cock against the back of your throat. Tears collect on the corner of your eyes but you do not resist, you don’t run. You fight him head on, pulling him out with a cough and a gag to suck on his balls and take them into your mouth sloppily and noisily. He grunts, and bucks, almost as if trying to get away from you. You follow him, mouth hungry and persistent.

The throbbing between your legs is starting to become unbearable so you ease yourself back on his crotch, to grind yourself against him. You’re soaked and can’t wait to have him inside you, but you don’t want to beg; not you, but him. He moans, grips your hips. “Name,” he grunts with his jaw clenched. “Please.”

“I know yours,” you tell him instead; breath hot against your swollen and tender lips. Your hips move slowly. You enjoy the look on his face, equal parts pleasure and pain. His face is flushed, his neck and chest matching colors. He looks mortified, but unable to do anything. Is that why he held you so tightly? You lean forward to run your tongue along the shell of his ear. “My name doesn’t matter. You’re going to leave anyway.”

You swallow the bitterness, and hum at the friction of his cock against your swollen clit; a lewd prayer. You press your mouth against his ear. “Do you want to fuck me, Black Leg Sanji?” You reach down to your hip, unclasp his hand from where he was digging into your skin. You ease it forward under your skirt, push it between your heated cunt and his crotch. You move your hands, rubbing his palm against you, ensuring he feels the moisture seeping through your underwear, enough to coat his fingertips. “You see how wet you’ve made me?” Your voice is tattered; crumpling against his cheek. “Don’t you want to know what I’m like before you leave?”

His brain misfires; he’s sure. Static noise overpowers his thinking. Thoughts come flying like projectiles and his body responds before he can form a sentence. He flips you over, eager to prove himself. You consider giving in, giving up. A flash of white–a flag to surrender– crosses your mind’s eye as he rips your shirt in half. You whimper at a loss. His mouth is on the swell of your breasts, leaving wet sloppy kisses. He mumbles against your skin, sweet promises that will never stick; ones he will soon forget. You close your eyes and arch your chest as he runs his tongue over the edge of your bra.

“Your name,” he says gently looking up at you through his dark blond lashes. From where you can see his tongue is everywhere–tasting, and he pulls on the bra to expose your erect nipple. You don’t answer him so he runs his tongue around the edge of it; sending goosebumps running for their lives. “Your name,” he commands again, just as gently, and he takes your nipple into his mouth for a long and noisy suck.

Your back takes off the mattress. You are embarrassed at your reaction. He was not your first–far from it. You had worked many years at the saloon. You served more pirates than you could count, and bedded more than you should have wasted your time doing so.

Then why was he so compelling? Your moan turns into a whimper as he uses his teeth to torture you deliciously; tugging and nipping at your nipple. His free hand flicked and twirled the other one between soft fingers. For a pirate his hands were dangerously delicate.

He tries to hide his nerves so his hands never stay still; never long enough to show the way they shake. He can tell from the way you kissed him, from the way your eyes burn his skin wherever they gaze–that you are a woman he may never have the chance of pleasing. Your laugh earlier had wounded his pride but he tried to swallow it; ignored it for the sake of lust. Now, more than ever, he wanted to learn your name; earn it–and he wanted you to give it willingly, along with the rest of you.

So he takes action by slipping his fingers under the elastic of your underwear. He pulls them down in one swift move before you can protest. He adjusts himself between your legs, pushing your skirt up, and placing soft thick thighs over his lean shoulders. His breath is erratic so he takes a deep breath, a weak attempt at control. He takes in your musky scent, pressing his mouth flush against your entrance. His nose presses against your clit, as he drags his tongue ever so slowly up your dripping slit. His eyes roll back at your taste, his stomach twists in pleasurable knots.

He takes sickening pleasure at the way your thighs twitch; at how you try to squeeze your legs together when he picks up the pace, tongue moving up and down. “Your name,” he says against the inside of your thigh, where he bites, and sucks hard enough to leave marks behind. He kisses over them to ask for forgiveness. “Will you tell me now?” He laps at your folds, drinking up every drop of you. He suckles on your nub, and chuckles softly when you grip his head with your thighs again. He doesn’t push your legs apart but sucks harder instead.

You find yourself letting out a yell when he inserts two fingers, quickly scissoring them inside you.

“Love,” he breathes out harshly against your puffy and sensitive cunt. “Beautiful girl, won’t you tell me your name?”

A sea of stars swim behind your eyelids. You think it impossible that he can bring you so close so quickly. Your hands claw at his hair, you grip it trying to rip him off of your clit. You scream as the orgasm hits you, and a moan continues floating in a song. He doesn’t let up, flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit.

“Tell me,” this time it’s a growl against the softness of your belly. He kisses up, all tongue and teeth until he meets the underside of one breast. He grips the other with some roughness. “Tell me your name.” He bites on the underside of your breasts. Your legs quiver, and they part to allow him in between.. He pumps his cock, hard and sensitive, tip angry and red. He slaps your cunt with it eliciting a yelp from you. Surprise makes way for arousal and you feel yourself get wetter. “I need to know your name.” You feel his tip against your entrance. He slides it in, just enough to tease you before pulling it out. You bite down on your lip, your nails are on his back, leaving marks where you squeeze him.

He rubs the tip against your folds, rubs it in circles against your clit. You whimper, and pull him in for a kiss. You give in and melt into him. You are soft in his embrace, soft against his tongue. His fingers tangle into your curls, and he hears your mumbling against his lips. He breaks the kiss enough to catch your name tumbling out of your mouth.

He repeats it against your cheek, against your temple. He says it a few more times, each time with a little more faith; like he had found a new religion.

His fingers grasp a bundle of your hair and he tugs on it, forces you to look up at his flushed face, his bruised and moistened lips, the darkness of his cravings trapped behind two eyes. He says your name like a summons; a call to arms. He presses his forehead against yours and announces: “I’m going to fuck you now.” He helps you fold your arms around his neck with one hand, the other positions his tip smeared with precum against your entrance.

He gives you a kiss so tender it provokes you to dream–tricks you into believing in impossibilities, before he slams into you; hip to hip. You cry out at the suddenness. He is kind, you think, a damn gentleman as he stills inside you for a breath or two, waiting for you to adjust.

This moment of consideration is short lived. His hips begin to move against yours at a quicker pace, wanton noises collapsing from his mouth. He is awestruck at the feel of you; you are so hot and wet he can barely function. All he can think of is getting more and more of you. He says your name against your hair as he fucks you harder, holding you tightly against him. He tilts his head as he moans, before pulling away to look down at his masterpiece in the work. He bites his lip at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy; he loves the slickness of you, the way it coats him, and runs down your thighs.

You watch him with the last dredges of your consciousness. His flushed face, and the noises he makes affect you more than you would like to admit. He is so eager to please, so eager to taste and learn. You run your hands over his chest, flick his nipples with your fingernails and smirk at the sounds he emits.

“Do you like it?” you gasp, words paused. It becomes increasingly difficult to think the more he pounds against you. He looks at you with a hazy expression, trying to process your words. He nods slowly, two beats behind. “Aren’t you glad?”

He laughs and collapses on top of you. His face is buried on the crook of your neck, he digs his fingers into your ass and lifts your hips up at an angle. He increases his pace, slamming his hips against you. You moan, as you feel his pelvis grind against your clit, feel the tip of his cock hit that spot that makes your toes curl. Your legs kick out slightly, as you feel your orgasm coming again.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, and he holds you tighter. He is dismayed at how quickly he becomes undone when you clench around him. His eyes roll back and he moans your name, pushing and thrusting inside you still as he cums, ribbons of hot white cum painting your insides. The squelching noises are embarrassing and you toss your head on the pillow even as he kisses your cheeks, still inside you, still moving slowly–so slowly.

“You gave me your name,” he says, looking away from where he could see his cum slipping out from your cunt. “So I thought I should give you something in return.” He kisses you again, slow and tender. “It’s only polite.”

#sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 5 months ago

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I once had a idea of a couple of villains which are everything ladybug and cat noir aren’t

The boy is the well mannered and destructive person who’s always honest, The girl is the chaotic and overwhelming person who always has a plan

Yet both hate Ladybug and cat noir for their own reasons

The boy doesn’t hate cat noir but hates liars and abusive people, and when he discovers monarch was Gabriel (threw my kid through Paris) agreste and how the heroes never defeated him, he goes off and accidentally ruins Adrien’s life (also Felix’s life for stealing the miraculous, lying to kagami about it and trying to ruin Adrien’s life, he would break the bird boy’s spine), and even his hero life by using cat noir has a example of a bad hero (abandoning Paris a couple of times, letting his emotions get in the way, never taking things seriously, always flirting and always getting brainwashed for he’s incompetence). None of it is personal for the boy but he admits he doesn’t care if Adrien gets hurt since the boy believes himself to be a bad person and being a villain is his punishment so he acts accordingly despite his intentions of revealing a lie and making a true change to destroy the status quo being quite heroic, Adrien gets a burning rage towards the boy

The girl hates ladybug for how she has everything (friends, family, fame and power) yet when she sees how she treats Adrien (lying to him under the excuse of not hurting him when it’s actually just hurting Adrien more by praising he’s abuser, being superficial since she’ll fall in love with anyone who acts like Adrien/cat walker, and the constant stalker behavior) she’ll make sure to hurt Marinette thinking she doesn’t deserve her perfect life when she was all alone before being turned into a villain and meeting the boy, she’ll at first seem like a pure evil character but she’s just someone trying to survive, she’s actually someone pretty sweet and friendly (at difference of the boy which is quite shy and closed despite it seeming otherwise, she helped him go through his traumas and he’s doing the same for her) and when she sees someone like Marinette having a perfect life and treating her partner like that would be enough to make her into a venom like for who’ll do anything to bring justice while knowing justice is the wrong word since she’s breaking several laws while making a teenager suffer

And the best part is how the two constantly emotionally support each other properly and are better working together than the bug and the cat, they talk about their problems, always talk and go out together, help each other train their powers and everything, a genuine healthy relationship built on trust, care and partnership

The point of the arc against them could be A-fixing Ladybug’s and Cat noir’s flaws and problems and make them a genuinely healthy couple, B-break them up because after everything, is there any chemistry at this point? They are the water and bread of relationships and the only good about their relationship has civilians is the “Will they Won’t they” the writers have exploited for 5 seasons and may keep going for another 5, and after everything they’ve done to each other in and out of the suit I can’t ship this two in the show anymore

But we all know Adrien will never know the truth, they’ll probably never question what happen to Gabriel, ladybug won’t ever be on the wrong and cat won’t ever suffer the consequences of his immaturity while being a hero for fun who doesn’t care about the consequences

That's a pretty interesting idea. We really need more villains with their own non-Butterfly Miraculous in this show.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt

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miyu-d · 1 year ago

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Hihi! What about Portgas D. Ace x Reader who's the tailor of the Strawhat pirates? (Yk, roles in each pirate crew, and readers role being the tailor.)

Hii anon... I like your idea. Let's give this a shot. Hope you enjoy this...

Ace with a tailor reader part 1

You have been busy since the morning. You had to patch some of Luffy's shorts and sew the dress Nami had requested. You heard Usopp talking about Luffy's brother having arrived on the ship. But you were too busy to listen.

You went to the storage room and got some buttons you needed to add the finishing touches to Nami's dress. You were walking back to the sewing machine when you saw those goddamn abs. You stopped walking and stood there like an idiot. Your eyes were glued to that torso. Nobody can blame you; those abs were flat and well developed, just like a model's. There were so many design ideas running through your head to make a perfect outfit for that body.

That's when the owner of the body snapped his fingers, blocking your perfect view, and signaled you to look at his face.

Ace was smirking at you.

"My face is here, you know..."

You blushed head to toe.

"I- I didn't mean to..." You were so flustered. You can't even properly talk.

"Oh, yeah?" You knew he was teasing you. His smirk was still on his face. He was looking at you like you were a little plaything.

You got annoyed. You couldn't handle any more embarrassment. So you grinded your teeth and walked away without saying anything back. He also got upset when he saw that he overdid it. He tried to stop you. But you walked away as fast as you could. He didn't follow you, knowing that you just wanted to be alone.

You were in your sewing room, pacing back and forth in the room for half an hour. You were so embarrassed and mad at yourself for staring at him like that.

That's when you heard a knock. You couldn't finish Nami's dress on time because of everything that happened. You went to the door thinking about an excuse to make. You open the door,

"I am sorr-...."

You cut in the middle when you saw Ace standing in front of your door.

"Yo! We meet again."

"What are you doing here?"

He sighed, then looked at the floor to gather up what to say. Then he finally looked at you and gently said, "We started off on the wrong foot. Can we, um... get along? I am Ace, by the way. Luffy's older brother."

He is no longer smirking. He is genuinely smiling.

You looked at him for a few seconds in silence and decided to give up on your useless pride.

"y/n... My name is y/n"

Ace smiled at you.

Then suddenly you broke into a smile and laughed to yourself, thinking how stupid this all was. Ace's eyes widened when he saw that bright side of yours. He watched you like he was lost in it, and then he started to chuckle with you.

[ Part 2 ]

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#one piece #op #one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x you #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d. ace

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 months ago

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I am sick of people constantly reducing Alicent's entire character down to her being in love with Rhaenyra. I can ship it and still see Alicent as a separate character. Granted, I don't like the character arc they've written for her because it's slow as hell, it completely destroys her agency and it strands her outside of the main plot but people need to shut up about how Alicent was about to drown herself because of Rhaenyra kissing Mysaria.

First of all, she wasn't even trying to drown herself. I know that line about not being sure if she means to return to King's Landing was suspicious but at what point did Alicent show she was trying to drown herself? She wasn't just floating in the water, she was actually, very leisurely, swimming so she clearly didn't mean to drown. And she took off her dress to remain only in her underclothes since her dress would have gotten heavy and dragged her down. She was actively trying to avoid that and keep her dress dry, which means she very much meant to get out of the lake.

Second of all, I know the joke is that Alicent can sense Rhaenyra kissed another woman but I've seen people genuinely not saying it as a joke. She doesn't have the faintest clue what the fuck is happening with Rhaenyra and here's the part y'all are not gonna like - she doesn't actually care. If she got any kind of feeling something was off, it would have been drowned out by everything else that is wrong in her life and she perceives as her fault.

This woman has been having an ongoing existential crisis since the second fucking episode of this season when she decided her grandchild's brutal murder was a punishment from the gods for her sins. Things have only gone downhill from there. In episode three Rhaenyra delivered a truth that disillusioned Alicent about her excuse for going against Viserys' wishes and against Rhaenyra. She didn't actually believe he changed his mind about who should inherit the throne but it did provide her with an excuse that would give her enough peace of mind for her to not fall apart and prioritize her children's safety. Only for her grandson to get decapitated and for Rhaenyra to make it impossible to remain in denial about her own decision to go against her husband's wishes.

Given who Alicent is as a person, that would have been enough to send her spiraling but she now has to deal with - in her perception - the fact that her attempt to avoid the pain of losing her children has resulted in Helaena losing her child. She literally feels that she traded her children's lives for Helaena's son's life and avoiding mourning her children comes at the price of her passing that pain onto Helaena... and Aegon. However, Alicent cannot bear to empathize with Aegon's pain because he is the embodiment of all the ruin in her life. He was her first child, the first product of Viserys maritally raping her and still, he has her heart. He was the main challenge to Rhaenyra's reign. He would have to be killed first before any danger came for his brothers. He was the main reason she had to do what she did and expose Helaena to all this pain because she still wanted to save him. Jaehaerys was the price they paid for Alicent's attempt to keep Aegon alive. She blames him just as much for Helaena's suffering as she blames herself and that's what stops her from comforting him.

And then all that comes back to hurt her AND the realm again. Because of her behavior and her words Aegon decided to prove himself and is now disabled and disfigured by his own brother. Now Aemond has caused his siblings pain and she can't help any of them. She can't do anything for Aegon and Aemond won't let her do anything for him. She gives Aemond contradicting feelings and a disgust for the vulnerability he shows because of her the same way Aegon gives her contradicting feelings and disgust about his vulnerability and her own.

And on top of that! There was a riot that threatened Helaena. And while Alicent was there to protect her, all her life's work, all her attempts to do right by the small folk and be a good queen have been erased by a war that she had to fight for the sake of her children's lives. Everyone she's been trying to protect hates her and/or has pulled away from her. Things are even tense and uncertain between her and Criston - the guy she literally saved from taking his own life by becoming his cause! She's having a fucking existential crisis that's been slowly progressing since the end of the first episode! Rhaenyra's not anywhere near the top of her list with priorities. If I'm not mistaken she hasn't really mentioned her since the scene in the Sept. She's mentioned Viserys a few times instead.

While I'm not a fan of the way they're writing her as completely disconnected from the main plot since she's too busy having a meltdown, Alicent is having her own arc that revolves way more around her children rather than around Rhaenyra. Her feelings for Rhaenyra certainly are a part of that arc since her refusal to let go of them is what has stopped her from acting a lot more decisively towards protecting her children (all she had to do was tell her guards Rhaenyra was there when she left the Sept and she would have ended the whole war) but they aren't the sole point of her character as people too often claim, even if it's in jest.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #hotd meta #anti rhaenicent #i'm not really against it but i am against the reduction of alicent's character to a rhaenyra simp #their relationship is interesting but so are all of alicent's relationships with other characters #i am sick of everything being made about rhaenicent when it isn't #alicent's character is just as much if not more about her relationships with her children

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lenaboskow · 5 months ago

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a few problematic/confusing things i've seen scrolling through bree's twitter (plus one tumblr post). not as long as i wanted which is why i included some not necessarily problematic things, but just factually incorrect

this is the most notable one. in the top post, she makes an apology (which i will not say whether or not it's sincere but i will say it only came after being called out by fellow bt fans), but in the bottom post she leaves her original "lol i wasn't racist you're grasping" post up. last i checked this was still true. the duality of man, everyone.

this one. does she genuinely believe we'd hack lfj for one post? and then block the buddie fan?? though, she has pretended to be hacked before, so... tracks that she'd use the same excuse to defend lfj

also this one. you don't actually have to scroll that far to see the posts. especially if you're on desktop. the fact that they're still up even after being called out is the problem (besides the controller one and the one he was supposedly hacked about, but that's recent). lord forbid we hold actors accountable (before anyone says anything about ryan, read this post)

this is also about lfj being called out. pretty sure this was before she came up with the hacking excuse because she knew she couldn't justify his actions.

this one is just confusing. in what way was our lord and savior blair flirting with buck?? please, enlighten me, because if she was flirting she needs some lessons asap

this one. is eddie supposed to do everything on his own? eddie can't get through to chris, so he turns to the person who's always helped him with chris in the past, because he knows chris views him as a parental figure. leaning on your support system is not codependency. I've also attached the definition of codependency. tell me where this lines up with eddie asking buck for help in time of need

no comment. once again just her ignoring all the queer coding and representation eddie brings without being confirmed queer just because she feels her ship is threatened (and if your ship can only work because you force a character in the closet, what does that say about your ship?)

also she really likes reposting kat pettibone tweets which is insane because kat ships buddie

last but not least taking over this tumblr post about a bt breakup to steal the s10 wedding and girl dad buddie tropes

#911 #911 on abc #911 abc #anti bucktommy

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momentomori24 · 5 months ago

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Long-ass fandom rant because I need to scream into the void to find a reason to live let's gooooo

[For context I wrote most of this last friday which I thought was good to mention so the timeline makes a bit more sense. I really held off on this one XD Welp, let's start this trainwreck.]

Ok, I know I have other long posts I should be paying attention to (*cough* Keiji's shady shenanigans rant *cough*) among other probably more important things, but quickly wanna get this off my chest because it's kinda started to bug me and add even more concerns about the yttd fandom than I already have. This is specifically going to be about soushin-- yeah, yeah, I know-- but also bleed into something more... broad. Or broader. Idk, I'm a Tumblr user not a grammar teacher.

While browsing through Twitter I've been noticing a little spike in popularity for yttd with more fans and soushin shippers emerging as well. Which is cool, the game deserves all the praise and popularity it can get. And as someone whose been here for years, I'm glad that the fandom is slowly and steadily grown more accepting of soushin compared to the attitude around it way back when. There's been some genuinely really cool stuff that really does the ship justice from a lot of talented artist and writers that I absolutely love (will link some later), but something I've also been seeing a lot of from fans is what I can only describe as a "sanitisation resurgence" (but not really. kinda). A week or two ago on Twitter I stumbled across some soushin discourse where some people were sharing the sentiment that "if soushin end up being related and/or have a big age gap the ship is ruined". That they can only be two years apart max or else Nankidai has "fumbled them".

And the only response to that I had is "what". Like, how is that a deal breaker to you lot? How did you even get into the ship without accepting that those things could very likely end up being canon? How are you here and not ready to ship them no matter what's revealed about them after everything we've learned about them? Midori and Shin possibly being related was always on the table, and Midori potentially having already been an adult when Shin was in high school was always a very real possibility ever since we learned that he was never actually a student at his school. This is literally what soushin shippers got harassed by antis for years ago. Soushin is "problematic", and that's why people who shipped them where treated so badly in the fandom or just excluded all together. I can't count how many timed I've come across a "soushin shippers dni" or "soushiners are freaks and I hope you all have a bad day" or soushin fanfics/art with "I DON'T ACTUALLY SHIP IT BTW" and "not a ship" and "actual soushin shippers dni" attached to it. I can't recall how many times I had to explain myself with the "I ship but I don't condone it irl" or explain why I shipped them to not be labelled as a freak as if you need an excuse to ship anything fictional to begin with. I still remember soushin artist @uououoon and how they ended up deleting their Twitter account years ago because of the harassment and slanderous comments they were receiving for ships the fandom deemed problematic. When a person was saying their goodbyes to them on reddit and made some goodbye art (which is now deleted), some assholes in the comments were calling them weirdos and pedophiles for how they explored fiction and "glorified abuse" (which are the usual comments to uououoon's art posted on reddit unfortunately). I only caught wind of this one because back when they were still active in the fandom they were my favourite soushin artist and I went through their stuff almost every day and was tipped off when I randomly couldn't find their account anymore. They were such a nice and incredibly talented person too so the fact they essentially got bullied by a flock of stupid western fans seriously irritates me thinking about it again. This is why we cannot have nice things.

Soushin is "problematic". It's toxic and subtly abusive and important to the characters in question, but that didn't stop people from going after people who wanted to explore a dark, canon relationship (romantic, platonic or otherwise). How the actual hell did we go from "soushin has very toxic and problematic elements and you shouldn't be shipping it, you fucking freaks" to "you can ship it but don't make it actually problematic, you fucking freaks" like what is happening right now???? The worst part is that this is coming from other soushin shippers. The fact that there's actually soushiners with "proshippers dni" or "soushin is not for proship" genuinely makes me want to bite someone. Like, you horrible summer child-- not only are you demonstrating that you don't even know what "proship" actually means, but you're also spitting in the face of the people in our community that have CARRIED this ship for us for years. Why throw them under the bus to be one of the “good ones” in the eyes of antis when they hate us all anyway?

This brings us back to the sanitisation point: I feel like soushin is slowly being "sanitised" to fit the sensitive palette of antis by trying to make them as "morally acceptable" as possible. It's a worry I’ve had for a long time that once the fandom grows more accepting of the ship we'll be seeing more people basically scrubbing soushin of everything that made, well, soushin, to justify enjoying it. I've seen a bit of it already with a few people trying to say it's "not abusive" or just erase Shin's very obvious trauma by Midori all together for quite some time. Guess it's starting to happen on a bigger scale sooner rather than later. Maybe. Personally I don't think soushin having a big age gap or being related would ruin the ship. It just adds another layer of fucked up to their already fucked up relationship (I already hc Midori to be significantly older anyway so maybe I'm just biased). It doesn't really matter. I came here for toxic yaoi. I want nuclear waste level toxicity, not nuclear waste level toxicity presented in the most conventional and moral way possible. What would the point even be? It’s like packaging poison in a grape juice box. Like, it might be harmless to look at and more justifiable to think of as delicious, but it’s still poison. You making it look all cute and innocent isn’t going to change that. It's kinda funny and by that I mean not really that people will talk about wanting more "toxic yaoi" but when the yaoi is actually toxic and messy and horrific they will cry about it being "bad" or "ruined". You don't actually want dark dynamics, you want dark dynamics stripped of everything that makes them uncomfortable and dark so it's digestible to your tastes that don't even align with said dynamics in the first place. The worst part of this whole "soushin isn't proship so it's fine" bullshit is that it relies on trying to make the ship more "morally acceptable" or "legal" than other ships. Dawg, we are talking about abuse. You shouldn't be minimising that to say "well it's not [insert other terrible thing] so it's fine!!" That's not the "gotcha" you think it is. It’s one of the reasons why antis being into soushin made me feel weird cuz like you can’t ship it and then turn around to insult someone else, man (I’ve seen so many soushin defenders bash other “proships” to justify theirs like what are you doing--).

Realistically, the simplest and smartest thing to do when I see someone mischaracterise or butcher my faves is to either block or ignore and pretend to not care so I don't act on my sixth sense telling me to off them and myself. Realistically, this shouldn't be a big deal or anything that important, but this attitude is usually weaponized to harm and harass people who don't conform to their purity crisis over fiction. I'm in the unfortunate position of being not only a Your Turn to Die fandom dweller, but a Hazbin Hotel and The Coffin of Andy and Leyley one too. I'm used to being labelled a rapist and incest apologist irl who's delusional and deserves to be harassed and insulted by virtue of the media or ships I like (probably not a good thing). But people who are more active in these fandoms than me have it much worse as they get this shit directly waaaay more often while I mostly get called these things indirectly, which is what motivated me more to make this post.

So a couple days ago someone made some art of Monika from ddlc, Nikole (don't know the game sorry) and Ashley from Tcoaal. A lot of people on Twitter, unsurprisingly, bashed it for including Ashley to the point where some felt the need to clarify that they like her as a character but her actions (for some reason I do not understand like Monika has also done some seriously evil shit why are you not applying that logic to her too?). What struck me the most is that a yttd fan-- a self proclaimed "Midori enthusiast"-- ALSO quoted it to bash having Ashley in it. A freaking Midori fan. I told them to mind their business and start separating fiction and reality and to stop being a hypocrite, and thus ensued the most hilarious and stupidest convo I've had in a while:

You can literally count the seconds it takes for these guys to start throwing predator accusations and slurs at people. So "not exploring fiction correctly" makes me weird, but harming or putting real people on blast for nothing is free game, apparently. They're not the worst, both in this instance and in general, but it just stuck with me. Which is impressive, cuz I normally don't have much emotions to spare aside from general mild irritation for things like this. Maybe it's the Sonic feet.

But it ties into my issue. Midori's an absolute piece of garbage, yet some people will convince themselves that his actions are in some way justifiable to justify their hatred of something else (that is a lot less severe in this case) rather than love and let love. Tcoaal is not an "incest game" and if you describe it like that unironically you are not ready to be on the internet. No, it doesn't condone or glorify incest-- it literally does the opposite. If you need the characters to look into the camera and say "what we're doing is wrong and immoral" before doing something bad, I think you're the problem at that point. For the same reason you liking Midori (probably) doesn't mean you support human experimentation and torture, someone liking Tcoaal doesn't mean they support incest and someone shipping soushin doesn't mean they support abuse. These things are dark and shouldn't be condoned irl, but this is fiction. We can do whatever the hell we want. Being into darker themes and media doesn't have to reflect your real world views, but the inability to grasp that sentiment leads people to make their interests as moral and sanitised as possible and, feeling morally superior, will go after people who don't do that. This person deadass said that "incest is not morally grey and absolutely unjustifiable" (didn't even say that it wasn't btw) as if their blorbo hasn't committed so many atrocities for kicks that I personally find more unjustifiable. That line implies that they think that everything else Ashley has done and everything Midori has done can be justified because it wasn't incest specifically, which I find is a WILD thing to insinuate XD But it really does encapsulate the hoops antis will jump through to defend their likes while attacking yours despite the fact that it's literally the exact same as theirs. Rule of thumb: if someone accuses you of condoning something immoral because you like it in fiction, apply that logic to them, look at what they like and if their wet little meow meow is the Joker, Eren, Killua, Makima, Midori or whatever other morally bankrupt character you can come up with, take that as a confession and run. Cuz half the time these guys are actually nuts. While quote tweeting someone to shit on their art isn't the worst thing, considering how twitter has treated tcoaal artists the fact that they'd potentially open them up to harassment pissed me off, which is probably evident from my tone.

[Hi hi, this is me from the present right now cuz a more recent development came up so I’m using it as an example here too.]

While most of the things listed here have all been happening online, this attitude can come up in the real world as well.

As OP states, a bunch of hellaverse cosplayers were targetted at a french convention by haters of the show trying to ruin their cosplay. This is already completely unacceptable but the thing I can’t for the life of me get over is torching their costume while they’re still wearing it. Literally attempting to set someone on fire. All over a fucking show. It’s baffling how people can justify actions like this because they think your taste in fiction is so disgusting it’s Ok for them to hurt you. Not just online, but outside as well. It’s not the first time a hellaverse cosplayer has been harassed (last time it was a Valentino cosplayer but then again Val fans get shit from all sides all the time), and while I’m pretty sure these will remain as isolated cases it’s still scary to think about. What’s even more scary to think about how people think that their opinion on hazbin hotel has any relevance to the situation. So many of the comments in that post are just “I hate Hazbin Hotel, but—” or “I hate the fandom, but--” or “I hate Vivzie, but—” and I’m literally here ready to start pouncing like SHUT UP. No buts. That is not in any way important here. You not liking the show or the creator should not be important to the situation of cosplayers being actively harmed. You don’t have to signal your allegiances before showing basic human empathy, goddamnit. And what’s even worse is that some people have just turned this into a “b-but the hazbin fandom!!” issue, which is insulting. For example:

The “Hazbin fans do blackface and disrespect black people daily” is a reference to ONE Alastor cosplayer that nobody had defended. Not even fans. At least no one I can find. Yet they are using this one bad apple to generalise the whole fandom as "bad" and down play the amount of bullshit the hatedom does to fans on a regular. It kinda makes me feel sick that someone would look at a situation like this and spin this into a “fandom thing” rather than focusing on the victims. That they don’t deserve to be taken as seriously just because of the fandom their in. Some lunatic in the comments was literally completely minimising this whole thing saying “some red paint (fake blood capsules) isn’t nearly as bad as lynching and what black people have gone through in America” before calling anyone who called out that that’s completely irrelevant racist for liking Hazbin Hotel like are you kidding me. My homies in Christ, someone almost got lit on fire can everyone please stay on the goddamn topic. This is one of the rare moments where I was kinda proud of twitter as the majority of the comments and quotes where calling out their bullshit, but the amount of likes and some of the comments are still disappointing.

So what points am I trying to make here? This was very spontaneous and rushed so apologies if it feels messy cuz it very much is messy. But my main points boil down to this: Purification, sanitation and the “fiction equals reality” and "your fictional tastes reflect on you morality irl" arguments need to die. They just have to. While petting Shin on a daily basis gives me enough serotonin to find the will to live, the only true solace I will find is when people start being normal. People shouldn’t be getting harassed or labelled as freaks for fiction you don’t like both online and real life. People are not less worthy of basic human decency and empathy solely based on their fictional interests. People should be able to explore fiction however the hell they want without worrying about there being made a call out post on them somewhere. I search Tcoaal on twitter and there’ll always be a bunch of posts with over 10k likes calling all fans annoying weirdos or say it’s an “incest game” even tho it literally isn’t. I will try looking for some Valangel art on tumblr and see some loser use the tag to basically shit on everyone who ships it and lying about the treatment these shippers get while defending Charlastor or just shit on the ship in general. I just exist on the twitter side of the HH fandom chilling with other Val fans and literally every single one of them has either received death/rape threats or told to kill themselves, got ratio’d by a bunch of haters, had a call out post saying not to follow dedicated to them, had their art reposted and Val scribbled out, repeatedly accused of ““romantising a rapist””, or all of the fucking above. Valentino’s VA gets asked if he’s actually like the character he plays in real life or a fan being “relieved that he didn’t abuse them like Valentino” when they met (kudos to Joel for being chill about it btw I would be fuming this fandom does not deserve this man). I type in a certain controversial yttd ship to search and most of the latest posts are just people being rude, saying that if Nankidai makes them canon they’ll drop the game, calling the man himself a freak, calling other shippers freaks, shitting on soushin as well and then having soushiners defend their ship while also shitting on said controversial ship. It genuinely feels like fanbases are circuses and we are the clowns 💀

I could list other examples people being weirdos but I can't do that without breaking the momentum of this post even more than I already have. I guess what I wanted to vent about is how these attitudes regarding fiction and the way people police how others engage with it and how people think of you based on what you like can go from just annoying to downright dangerous more often than you’d think. That belief that you are morally superior to someone else based on the fact that you ship or like things the “legal” and “pure” and “healthy” way (which is never actually the case btw) can lead to you being really disrespectful or a complete asshole and not feeling bad about it at all, which does more harm than good. Which is why I thought it was important to bring up more extreme cases to empathise how this obsessive gatekeeping of fiction can and does hurt real people, who should be more important to you than fictional characters.

All of this is very likely going to sound very aggressive in tone and I want to quickly clarify that this is not meant to be an attack towards anyone in particular. I'm just tired and recalling all this stuff is making my mood sink like a stone lmao. Who knows, maybe I'm just overexaggerating and things won't get worse when the game gets more popular. This is just what I've been witnessing both in and out of my side of the moon. The amount of yttd fans I've seen act like this are a lot tho. No fandom is perfect obviously, and this one is the farthest from it, but with new people coming in and this weird attitude and need to sanitise not only towards soushin, but other "problematic" ships and media as well growing more prominent (mostly on Twitter and Tiktok) my biggest worry is that the hostility in this fandom will just... increase? Roulettefeel made pretty good posts about it-- my favourites being this one, also this one and this one's pretty short and sweet, summarising most of my soushin points a lot better and shorter than my trainwreck of a post so I recommend checking them out. If you like soushin, go check them out. If you don't like soushin, go check them out anyway. They make stuff outside of soushin too. They're pretty cool.

[I also want to add that the whole sanitisation thing in the yttd fandom is nothing new. It’s been a thing for longer than I have been here. I’ve just been seeing it again with soushin, which is was what made me want to do this in the first place. There’s another dynamic the fandom obviously does this for, but uttering it would not only get me flamed but straight up burned at the stake of bad takes so I’m saving that for a rainy day.]

Aaaaannd, I'm done, I think. I didn't have a good conclusion for this in mind. Idk, just be nice? You don't have to like "proships" (or what the fandom has defined as proship cuz that's not the actual definition), but that's what the block buttons for. Don't like, don't read, I say. Fandoms are for everyone and as long as what the person is doing is harmless, let them feel safe being themselves without having to worry about someone coming after them. Real life cops already suck. Let's not bring them into our collective escapism. And something you personally don't like ending up canon doesn't mean the game or ship is "ruined". That doesn't just go for soushin. That goes for other things too. To tie up loose ends, soushin having an age gap or being related has always been on the table and fits with other themes in the narrative. That does not count as "bad" if it makes sense. Soushin is not "Ok to ship" because it's "not an illegal ship" (whatever tf that means) and it's not "bad to ship" because it's "romanticising abuse". It's fine to ship because it's fictional. You don't need a moral justification to ship anything. That goes for all ships. That's why NOTPs exist. And "proship" doesn't and has never meant "shipping problematic pairings". It's a stance on shipping. It means being pro people being allowed to ship whatever they want. That includes being cool with problematic pairings, but is not limited to those. It means not being a fandom cop. Please stop saying otherwise, I cannot keep living this way--

Soooouuu, to end off on a more positive note and finally put this whole thing to bed I'll link some of my fav newer soushin accounts for anyone who's interested:

Hyo (orewagahai on ao3 check that out too): They are an amazing, amazing writer. If you're into dark, abusive co-dependent, complicated soushin with beautiful characterisation I would highly recommend. They just posted another soushin drabble on twitter and it's great.

jinn: They've been putting out banger after banger ever since getting into the game. Their art is absolutely stunning and they upload frequently, so go check 'em out if you can! It's actual medicine for the soul, I promise. They also draw for dead plate, so if you're into that go ahead too.

angel: Also cool. They're soushin art is hilarious and cute. As much of a sucker as I am for toxic, abusive sludge, they give thses two idiots a silliness that I enjoy. Also if you like trans!Shin content they're pretty good.

欣武 (my dumbass forgot to add them the first time sorry): They are INCREDIBLE. Extremely incredible artist. Their art is so, so freaking good. Not checking them out is absolutely your loss, ngl.

Be nice to them. If I catch anyone attempting to annoy them I'm coming after you and your entire family. Let's be better and not chase new comers off this time :3 Thanks for listening to my incoherent venting. This is mostly for me to feel a bit better, but anyone is free to read. If anyone's got an opinion or observation, feel free to offer it. I need coffee. Coffee sounds good.

#yttd #your turn to die #hazbin hotel #the coffin of andy and leyley #soushin #fandom discussion #fandom discourse #proship discourse #should go without saying but don't harass anyone mentioned here thank you. you won't see the light of heaven if you do #take a shot every time i say “soushin” cuz you'd be on the floor afterwards probably #i feel like i repeat a lot of words here in general. jesus.#anywho i just needed to let all that out. the last few weeks have been weird #sorry if this is unreadable and roundabout i didn't know how to get my thoughts straight #this is how i sound when i'm off coffee for a whole month #i've just been seeing a spike in people acting unhinged over fiction and not in the good way and it kinda gets to me #i just hate seeing people i like having to deal with bs cuz the fandom thinks they're exploring fiction “the wrong way”#and just pointing out and exploring certain things gets deemed “too problematic” and gets attacked despite being important to the plot--#and i just want to enjoy fiction or not mind problematic themes without getting qt and called the n-word repeatedly for responding #people can like whatever they want just don't slap others who like other things over the head and label them bad people #idk maybe that's too much to ask. maybe people'll always be like this but i have my blogs so if want something done right do it yourself ig #sorry for any typos this is mostly just uncut pure madness XD #momento rambles

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2309analysis · 6 months ago

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HEADCANON: Alright, I have this headcanon(s) I have been thinking about all day today - Splinter would not understand “hey bro/dude/gang” slang. If somebody was like, “yo! What’s hanging, dude?” He’d just stare blankly and raise an eyebrow, “excuse me, what?” Poor rat just feels like he heard riddles coming from a person’s mouth. A few lessons on today’s society is definitely sliding in Splinter’s schedule.

If he would ever, and I mean ever, become friends and close with somebody. Who’d I genuinely think the kind of “friend” it’d be; laid-back, chill, nothing phases them, and has a pretty dry sense of humor. Practically laughs at everything or anything with no real serious and ill intentions.

I also would think the friendship would be extremely therapeutic and healthy for Splinter. The complete lack of any real seriousness and constraint of anything constantly around Splints’ and not being his sons would balance out so many of his own toxic traits. Especially over his uprightness and complete disregard to consider his sons’ wishes. (Unintentionally, hear me out, not calling him a bad father)

Having a friend who can put his arm around Splinter’s shoulder, and easily look at him eye-to-eye, and simply say “relax.” Is kinda what Splinter needs every once in a while; having someone to fully understand what he’s going through, and letting him warm-up to them. Allowing Splinter to fall on their back’s, and feel safe knowing he’s watched out. (Lowkey making a ship???) Especially sending his sons’ out every night to stop something that could always potentially kill them.

Splinter lives in fear, and he’s right to do so. Knowing the Shedder is after them, and their human friends’, terrified him, and rightfully so, causes self-conflict and tension between the relationships with his sons. He starts to become harsher with training, and more strict on their freedom and carefreeness. Meditates more, isolating himself, and trying to loathe him off from stress. While still aiding, and training teenagers. He already has it tough being a single parent, but knowing you’re and your kids are being hunted? Amplifies every fear and heightened tension by ten-fold.

Him gaining a trustworthy friend, and if, potential partner would completely water down those feelings and traits. I’m willing to bet, if Splints’ can get his hands on somebody who’s his age, and willing to listen and trust them, he’s a lot less freakishly insecure and uptight. Having somebody who gives him a voice of reason, rather than a dismissive attitude about a demand, might change his ways of thinking or perceptions on the boys. Then, maybe by chance, help Splinter and the boys grow closer together and stronger than ever. (These mutants need to get down and talk with their father once in a while)

Some smaller headcanons/examples of what I see if Splinter could form a normal and healthy friendship:

They’d play chess. I would imagine that Splinter loves strategy games, and be thrilled to finally have someone up his age and maturity range to play with. It induces the brain to think faster, smarter, and more efficient compared to other people. Splinter is growing of age: his ability mentally will deteriorate whether it’s liked or not. Donnie does occasionally join to text some new strategies and tricks.

Advice. Oh, god, the advice/therapy sessions would go on for HOURS. Mostly just Splinter trauma-dumping a well-tuned adult who can properly handle high emotional drama with a healthy and stable/supportive brain. Would really help with Splinter’s self-inclination of toxic and unhealthy guilt-tripping all the time.

Training/Weaponry. I can totally see the friend indulging into Splinter’s routine and get giddy and wants to try to become a Ninja themselves. Granted, I think they’d also be less serious about, because they do got lives’ to live and go to. So, none of the hand-on serious, you’re going out and saving the world, risking your life to do so, kind of crap. Although, they learn a few nice moves, and how to properly handle weapons. Although, for more self-defense and combat experience. Bonus points: Raph joins in, and spares a little with Splinter. Just know that’s a giant win in Raph’s book.

Cleaning up the lair. Splinter would probably want to feel a little traditional and clean up for a guest, (act like he tried doing more and more for April) therefore, kinda forces the boys to clean up after themselves. Especially Mikey, and, will occasionally help clearing things out the way. I mean, bigger things, such as folding blinds/shades(?) and arcade games. Although, he believes the boys can go and do it themselves, but they secretly love hanging out with him outside of training, so they beg for him to help. (Even Raph)

That’s all I kinda have for now. Although, I will totally be cooking up more TMNT headcanons, and such. I hope you guys enjoy this wholesome treat. Also, no, I am not trying to portray Splinter as a bad father, but the guy has done flaws. Like all of us, nobody is perfect, and remember that!

#writing #headcanon #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #master splinter #tmnt splinter #tmnt 2012 splinter #totally cannot tell if I have a favorite splinter or nooot~#character analysis #I think too deeply over silly things #totally normal about this

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002yb · 8 months ago

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You are such a gift to the dickjay truthers and enjoyers (like myself); and an even bigger gift to the babygirl jason todd agenda. I've literally consumed everything you've written about them, and i love you and your writing so much. I hope ur having a great fucking day. and thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!!!! Its genuinely so appreciated, and i can literally feel the serotonin rush in my brain whenever you post something new. Like I'm genuinely in love with your dick grayson, it's a problem.

Excuse me as I ugly cry in a corner, omg. Anon, this is such a kind and thoughtful message that I think I was dearly in need of - thank you so much for this. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ I'm so happy that you enjoy my dkjy posts! This ship is so dear to me, as are my many agendas hahaha (maiden!Jason, babygirl!Jason, degenerate!Dick, monstrous!Dick); it's really uplifting to know that you've enjoyed my posts and that they've brought you some happiness. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)��♡♡ Thank you for the support and encouragement and for reading; you're very sweet!

And that you enjoy how I write Dick omg something about this particular comment delights me so much, thank you!

Soppy updates below the cut because I know the posts have been generally scarce and lacking lately and I feel bad for ghosting orz:

Writing hasn't been enjoyable for me for some time now. Everything is so jumbled in my head that even trying to daydream a plot is frustrating/overwhelming. It's just been a big fight to create anything and it's been discouraging, to say the least. Not sure if it's burnout or if that creative spark died, but to go from being teeming with all the thoughts and ideas to being so empty is very sad for me.

But yeah, all that to say that I apologize for posting less and potentially posting rough things. Trying to find that joy again; wish me luck!

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plantsjustwannahavefun · 7 months ago

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I am once again begging Ed stans to understand that it's possible to love Ed and believe he deserves love AND also admit that he mistreated and tormented the crew during the Kraken era. Not only is this possible, this is the position the show wants you to have. You think Izzy deserved everything he got? Fine, whatever, forget about him for a minute. There's a whole crew in there you're supposed to empathise with and feel sympathy for, too. The six of them that Ed actively tried to kill or left for dead, for starters. Pay attention to the crew's experiences and reactions. They're shown to be traumatised, grieving, clinging to disassociation (Frenchie) and nihilism (Archie) as coping mechanisms and suffering from PTSD flashbacks. And, since this type of fans constantly go on about how it's racist to think Ed did anything wrong... what about the fact that a lot of the crew are PoC too? What then?

If you've watched the first 3 episodes of S2 and there was only one person on that ship you felt sorry for, then you're not a fan of OFMD, you're just a fan of Ed in isolation. And if the only way you can love Ed is by denying that he ever did anything wrong, then you're completely missing the point of the show. OFMD never said that people only deserve to be loved if they're morally perfect and flawless. The show doesn't subscribe to the dichotomy of Good vs Bad. Good people can do bad things. They can hurt the ones they love. Even if they didn't mean to, even if they themselves were suffering at the time, it doesn't mean they don't need to take responsibility for their actions or avoid the consequences. Stede didn't mean to hurt Mary and his kids when he left, but he still did. He had legitimate reasons for leaving, he didn't just do it for the lolz, but it was still wrong and Mary was right to be angry at him. And Stede needed to face up to this - not just for their sake but his too. Even though it turned out their lives were better off without him, reconciling with Mary was still crucial for his character development.

It was the same for Ed, it just didn't get handled quite as well due to lack of screentime, but the idea was the same. When Ed realises he'd been cruel to Fang and apologises, he isn't sinking into self-hatred and despair. Quite the contrary, this is a moment of growth for him. Because the fact is, just because you as a human being are inherently worthy of love doesn't mean you can go around hurting everyone and expecting them to put up with you. That's just not how it works. You don't need to be perfect, but you do need to listen to people when they tell you that you hurt them and apologise genuinely and try to be better. The show is very sympathetic to Ed but it does NOT excuse his actions. The crew aren't portrayed as villains or antagonists for being scared and angry at Ed for what he did to them. Even Stede was on their side with this one. If even Stede is able to see things from the crew's POV and have sympathy for them, then you should too. Stede doesn't love Ed because he sees Ed as a pure uwu angel. He loves Ed... because he just does. He loves being around him. They really click together. They have so much in common. That doesn't mean he approves of literally everything Ed has ever done. It just means he loves Ed despite that.

#another day of me being incapable of writing a Tumblr post without turning it into a novel #but I just saw another post from that one account and ugh #there's just something so depressing about this type of fans because they really miss the point of the show so badly #they honestly think that redemption isn't possible #that you can never get better as a person #that if you do something bad then you're condemned to be an Evil Person forever #which is a complete antithesis to the heart of the show #Ed is such a beautifully complex character #tbh I still think S2 did him a bit dirty due to the lack of screentime #but still #no wonder the Venn diagram of this type of Ed stans and Izzy antis is a circle #if they don't believe characters can change or be rendered than ofc they were never going to forgive Izzy or recognise his growth either #ofmd fandom critical #canon Ed appreciation post #crew of the revenge #ofmd #our flag means death

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annabelle-creart · 1 month ago

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TF KINKTOBER 2024 DAY #15: Bot/Human || Hatesex

CW: hatesex. Hate too much each other to say what they want or think. Sticky interface. It seems as non-con but don’t worry, it is consensual 👍

Ship: BoulWave

Au: Shattered Glass

Part 1 of Day 17

(Pretty short because I forgot and I made this one in a rush :v)

Of the many things Heatwave didn’t hoped on his way down to this shitty planet, despite wanting it sometimes, never expected the fact of being penetrated multiples times from behind, being held strongly against the berth by the helm, having to bite the sheet to not to scream (in both pain and pleasure, for some reason he founded that hot), and wanting to yell at his temporary partner for more but declining the offer himself because of all the available bots in this planet (which wasn’t much, actually, one was too crazy, other was already in a relationship, another is a sparkling and another one is not of his interest) he had to be in this weird situation, where all his hot frame was being hold closer and hard, his legs spread as much as the position let him while the constant spanking of the other’s clutch would maybe let him some dents, but it was part of what made Heatwave got higher, he was doing all possible to not to let his stretching calipers take control of his voice box and after everything, he couldn’t beg for more, but his node against the berth wasn’t of help

In the other hand, fuck, Boulder didn’t had something like this on a long time, all their frame was a battle against their mind telling them to stop, why was they pushing their spike as deep as they could on Heatwave’s calipers (emphasis in Heatwave), and then there was their clutch making them go harder and faster, genuinely wanting to relieve some energy (and making it), but as much as they enjoyed the moment, Heatwave was an idiot, and this doesn’t mean anything! Right now this was a (really strange) fight and Boulder (finally for once in a while) had the right to treat someone as their toy, fuck it if he enjoyed it or disliked it, Boulder needed something or someone to relieve. As Heatwave, Boulder wouldn’t let him hear their moans, but Boulder’s problem was of pride, there’s no reason to actually enjoy with someone as detestable and noisy (and big, attractive, of tiny thighs, biteable neck and calipers that fitted just alright) as Heatwave, yeah, Boulder is sinking their spike inside the bot and their blurry optics and pressing servos said everything about how near was they to get an overload- whatever! That’s not an excuse to actually let Heatwave know they’re actually enjoying it!

But Heatwave? Things were at a different orbit down there, Heatwave knew Boulder was too proud to do what Heatwave wanted, if Heatwave told them to do something, it would end up on Boulder desisting or making just the opposite (which was, of course, worst), so, yeah, two bots getting the fuck of their lives and being as silent as possible for it for mere convenience, pretty sad, but they were too busy on the ecstasy to think about it-

“Fuck- please! HARDER!!” a both scratchy and high-pitched voice begged from down there, stopping suddenly at its error

Boulder also stopped

“Excuse me- what?” Boulder asked puzzled, stranged

‘Was Heatwave… enjoying this?’ Boulder thought

Heatwave didn’t replied, but kept as steady and silent as possible, deep hoping for Boulder to forget about it and kept what they were doing (which was delusional of his part but he had the hope)

‘Fuck, i shitted it up’ Heatwave thought

Boulder got their member out of Heatwave and go away from him, the berth, and the room, not letting at the view their optics full of confusion and, in part, disgust, how could someone like this type of trait?! Like, not even looking at him, treating him like a toy? Not even a word of something- what the fuck?!

Heatwave for a moment had the intrusive thought of getting out of the berth too and start the fight again just to get more time of Boulder (especially their spike) but he already begged too much with that accidental moan (‘a moan?! It was a whole phrase, you, idiot’, he thought)

“Pfft” Heatwave tried to forget about it, he could perfectly treat himself if wanted! “Coward!” He let out to the air on frustration, maybe to Boulder, maybe to him, to whoever!

Nonetheless… he really missed having someone above (and inside) him

On the other hand… Boulder missed having control of something out of them, and maybe Heatwave was a completely idiot and a hot head and an asshole, he seems to be one of the few who actually let him do this role

…

The fuck- what they were thinking?! They’re supposed to hate each other!

Maybe, just a little more-? NO!

But fuck

It was indeed a good fuck

#tf kinktober 2024 #valveplug #transformers #maccadam #rescue bots #tf rescue bots #tf #tf shattered glass #shattered glass #tf au #tfrb au

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So I have a question but please don’t take this as an attack and go ham on me, just asking because I am genuinely curious.

Why is it that everytime or almost everytime someone asks a question about somethings which could possibly debunk the idea that taekook are a couple, some tkkrs either answer sarcastically or come up with excuses about how people do not understand subtleties but I see you take every other interaction with every other pairs very literally even though you refuse to do that with taekook. Why? Don’t get me wrong, I understand that some interactions and words do have subtleties that people could easily miss and take very literally but my issue is that I don’t see you treat interactions of other pairs like this. The previous anon who asked about Tae not knowing Jk’s room is what I am talking about. There has been more than one instance of Tae directly stating that he didn’t know Jk’s room and i’m sure that if it was Jimin who ever made a statement like that about Jk, you wouldn’t have tried to find the subtleties but would have taken it quite literally and argued that he did say that so we cannot go arguing with him or calling him a liar. Another good example is how Jk made it quiet clear who he saw during a particularly break and who he didn’t but I have seen some tkkrs make arguments about that trying to say that he obviously couldn’t say everything, which could be true but would you have used that same reasoning if Jk had mentioned not seeing Jimin? Like now, you make arguments against Jikook by saying that Jimin made it clear who he saw and who he didn’t and you see no reason why he would lie but why don’t you make this same argument when taekook also make certain things clear? Like in this case, Tae clearly said he went to Jimin’s room and thought it was Jk’s because Jk was the one who answered the door and greeted him and what this means is that he didn’t know Jk’s room because if he did, he wouldn’t have been confused if it was Jimin’s room or Jk’s room and most especially if Jk is his boyfriend and he visits Jk’s room quiet often.

I just feel like everytime someone brings up some questions about a few things which don’t make sense if taekook are a couple, they are met with sarcastic responses or excuses about how we don’t know everything (which we don’t) but I don’t see you apply this logic to other ships when you argue against them. See the way in the AYS trailer yesterday after Jk said he missed the members, some taekookers already started getting shady with it claiming that he wasn’t satisfied being with Jimin even though during the solo era where everyone knows that Jk was seen hanging out with Tae the most, we still had him on vlives talking about how much he missed his members. Would it have been fair then to say that he said that because he wasn’t satisfied with hanging out only with Tae? What does him missing the rest of his members have to do with the one he is with at that moment? And then your statements about “knowing those who are close irl” always amazes me because there is no way you really believe that Jk is not close to any of his members irl and especially not Jimin whom he is currently enlisted with right now and you could say anything you want to say about enlistment and how he didn’t have a choice or this and that but I think deep down you know that Jk will not enlist with someone he isn’t close to irl and all this subtle jabs you constantly take at Jk’s relationship with Jimin just to prove how “real” taekook is just makes you seem a little insecure because if you really didn’t think anything of jikook you wouldn’t feel the need to try to make statements like “we know who is close irl”

And then your statements about “knowing those who are close irl” always amazes me because there is no way you really believe that Jk is not close to any of his members irl and especially not Jimin

I don't see this as an attack but I do see this for what it is: A jikooker who has simply not read my blog or the blogs of any other tumblr tkkr and is projecting HARD.

No I think you'll find every Taekooker - on tumblr at least - has zero doubt about JK and Jimin's closeness. In fact, I think most army would say they were close. Certainly there have been times when jikookers will say "See? He always chooses Jimin!" and some of us might reply, "Uh does he?"

If you see someone pointing out times JK prioritised others as "jabs" at Jikook, that's a problem I simply can't help you with.

The only doubts about closeness that the TKKRs share is how close jkkrs think they are. Jimin is an exception for JK. Jimin is his priority. Jimin is the one he's closest too. We fundamentally disagree on that.

Jikook have only ever had their closeness celebrated. The same can't be said for Taekook. They have a proven history of company mistruths that never stand up to scrutiny and usually get proven to be lies by JK or Tae themselves. So yeah. I do believe there is lies and truth-twisting when it comes to TKK and not when it comes to JKK. Because what have JKK ever had to hide?

While Taehyung cannot move in JK's direction or breathe a syllable of his name without people saying he's a clout chaser and a liar, and while some groups just point blank refuse to acknowledge any time JK confirms closeness with Tae, I'll continue to believe a company narrative has you fooled.

Insecurity is coming to taekook blogs to extol the virtues of Jikook. Jimin and JK are close and valuable to each other. That fact doesn't threaten me in the slightest. End of story.

(It was anon who said "it's very obvious which people are close irl" not me.)

#my asks #new tag: genuinely curious #genuinely curious

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