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stupid rant, ignore(╹◡╹)
I never seen these two interact once, Even in fanart they barely are in the same art piece. I searched everywhere and only 3 fanfics of these two exist from 2013 and the last one being 2014. Maybe I didn’t look in good enough but like, I checked pinterest, here and pixiv (I’m pretty sure) and not a single art piece of them. Except one, ONE. It was comic of skywarp throwing some m&ms at perceptor and that’s it, Something everyone bothering perceptor. WTF, WHY IS THERE BARELY FANART OF THEM TOGETHER?? I know it’s because it’s some rarepair thing but most rarepair ships would still have at least fanart. There’s barely ships with skywarp, most being astrotrain and megatron, etc.. I’m pretty sure astrotrain and skywarp also barely interact so liek… IM CONFUSED. Or it’s because people like perceptor with yellow guy, Brainstorm i thinks. Did i miss something, Is everyone avoiding shipping them because something happens?? am I an idiot or something??? I can make my own fanfics and art but like, I can’t write a fanfic for shit. I can only do “Skywarp and perceptor kiss maybe idk” That’s it, That’s the whole fanfic for u. It ends there. I don’t mind ships of skywarp and perceptor being with others, I like the other ships but like why not skywarp and perceptor?? The only reason why i decided to ship these two because i was like a big fan of skywarp and perceptor, One day I think “What if skywarp and perceptor like each other” and I searched everywhere and nothing. I’m crying why, nothing for them uggghh I feel like i’m the only guy who ships them in the new big funny year. What the sigma no skywarp and perceptor fanart or fanfic for me to consume. I swear if I missed something, Was there a agreement in 2014 that everyone should never let skywarp and perceptor together, I think they would be awesome together, At least from what I watched from season 1-2 in g1. Maybe It’s because I didn’t watch season 3-4 but I refuse idk why, But then again didn’t skywarp go bye bye in the movie and become purple guy. Maybe I missed something in the Idw comics??? whaaaaaaaaaa……… I can’t read the comics anyway, too hard to find. Their ship name would also be hard. Skytor? Perwarp? Percywarp? Skyceptor? perwarp? Can I make the ship name since I’m basically the only one? Fuck it it’s gonna be.. MicroWarp or microwave or something. Maybe Telescope, telewarp or whatever. Their names suck, I hate u. Is there also a ship of perceptor and starscream? They’re both scientists. Startor. Fuck u perceptor pick a better name next time, this is your fault. Can’t find a good ship name for this guy. A year in this fandom and still have no art about this ship. I love you perceptor but yk. maybe they aren’t meant for each other, But even if they aren’t, there are still ships that don’t make sense but people openly love. Almost like thundercracker and soundwave, Aren’t they also considered a rarepair? Not saying thundercracker and soundwave together doesn’t make sense but about how they barely interact. whatever, don’t matter. It’s not like I was waiting for a year for this ship to happen. Maybe there’s too many ships and characters and that’s why. Or it’s perceptor’s fault, Fuck you perceptor.
Also, First time actually drawing perceptor. I tried a new brush too. ♪(´ε` )
I love perceptor so much for a year now but it’s my first time drawing him. Thats crazy
first one to make the perceptor x skywarp tag, I WAS HERE!!……. i think
#transformers#fanart#transformers fanart#transformers g1#maccadam#tf fanart#g1 transformers#decepticons#tf seekers#perceptor#skywarp#tf skywarp#skywarp x perceptor#perceptor x skywarp
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more fanfics of the 118 playing matchmaker/knowing about buddie even if they don’t know it themselves
#idk what tag to search for but i know they exist#like come on buddie can’t exist without the smugness of their whole family#buddie#buck buckley#evan buck buckely#evan buckley#eddie diaz#station 118#911 abc
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can.
we have.
nuanced talk about the concepts of corercion, consent, autonomy and desire
Through the lens of the pilot program barking for best girl Sam Britian
or are we going. To be unable to.
#Idk if i wanna get into it. if i don't in the morning I'll delete it.#aabria gives. many many many reassurances throughout this scene. of reducing the forced part and amplifying (hey themes!) the innate want.#and idk. i think. maybe just a smidge. coming off of the tropey hospital people have sex in closet island. theres residue horiness.#eroctism. even. k / erika also like. is edging (hah) close to it with lampshading jokes of a sub dynamic#and is kinda slightly interested in keeping it going or seeing it more (like searching for her Doctor Girlfriend even while escaping)#anyways. my personal tastes really enjoyed these scenes. not everyone will because themes of cocersion make people uncomfortable.#its in the trigger tag.#i just wanted to talk about it.#i am not an idea that didn't exist already#so what youre telling me here is everyone has a big ol crush on sam yeah i Know me 2
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Someone said my work is "quality" u//////u
#rambles#i shouldn't be typing this in the tags but like.....#it's hard for me to consider the fact that people follow my writing blog because they like my writing#my assumption is that majority of the notes on my posts are purely from people using the search function#not my followers#like people don't follow me for my writing but because they want genshin content#which honestly i have no beef with that mindset at all#but when people comment on things like the quality of my writing it's like.....#'oh you're following me for me'#it's extremely flattering#it's this sudden realization that i exist#i'm being seen#does that make sense?#i have this strong innate urge to always see myself as a wallflower#someone that doesn't stand out or is noticed#but people always prove me wrong because they will see me and know me#they will treat me with warmth i do not deserve and say kind things about me that i do not see in myself#and honestly i don't know what to think about that or how to even handle it#deep down i know i do stand out#i know that#but it's so hard for me to believe#tmi lol#like idk man maybe people are just really observant and their notice of me isn't a weird thing
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STOOOOOOP wtf is wrong with youuuuuuu. Fucking 76288 fucking that is NOT a thing!! This "desktop" only has six of the things I have on my desktop?? I'm not great at computers but I genuinely do not understand the issssuuuueeeeee
#im just trying to move my PPT onto my flashdrive 😭😭😭#when i save it its like 'we cant conect sith the server rn but we saved it locally :)'#BUT ITS NOT SAVED LOCALLY???#hold on wait i just thought of somehting#edit: anyway that didnt work so like i cant fuckig move the file to my flashdrive cause it literally doesnt exost on my computer?#like it DOES because its openable within PowerPoint. like its saved. but i cant access those files?#i just took the time to search literally the entire computer and it didnt show up so there must be some sort of search block or something#on the internal files or something idk im just guessing. this is so.#its not even frustrating im just like. What. what is this issue. you have my file. i dont care if its in your cloud. just save it to my#computer.#if i was on mac i coukd fix this so faaaaaast. why doesnt windows keep the internal files for an application accessable from the like.#the finder. thing. like im not explaining that right and i dont know what im talking about really i just AHH.#like on mac i can use finder to access my like browser history. idk how to do that on windows. you probably have to use the terminal or some#thing nerdy like that. pleas ei just. want my powerpoint to exist. on my computer. so i can click and fuckijng drag it to my thumbdrive#im feel like im fucjing praying in the tumblr tags pleassepleaspekpelase computer if u can hear me.
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synopsis. zenin naoya and his lack of respect for women. [part of the dynasty series]
wc. 970
tags/warnings. rich boy!gojo, idk what else, zenin naoya exists, established relationship
a/n. i switch between present and past (like five mins prior) throughout BUT IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE PLS LET ME KNOW. this has been sat in drafts for 2 months.
“i wouldn’t have stopped you from punching him.”
gojo scoffed, pushing his hands through his hair frustratedly. the two of you sat together on the cold stone steps outside of some large historic building.
“i don’t think i would’ve stopped,” he let out a ragged breath and you rested one of your hands on his knee. his fingers naturally came to intertwine with yours and you think you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly at the contact.
a silence settled between you, but it wasn't an awkward one. your boyfriend was reliving the last hour and you were doing your best to try and forget it.
“is he always like that?” you asked quietly. the he in question being zen’in naoya.
this was the first event that you had attended with gojo, and the first event gojo had ever attended with an actual date. he’d always turned down all of the girls his father offered to him (the children of other tech ceo’s that his father was encouraging him to get close to only for the benefit of his own bank account) and he’d never had a real girlfriend to bring prior to you.
“unfortunately,” he hummed quietly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles lightly. you shivered from the cool breeze and dared to shuffle closer to him.
you’d experienced many sides of gojo since you’d begun your relationship, but never had you seen him so irritated that he couldn’t verbally communicate it. he was the one who annoyed people to the brink of insanity, with his cocky remarks and over-the-top, excitable behaviour. few people had ever tried to one up him, and even fewer were successful in managing to get under his skin.
zenin naoya, though, loved the challenge.
“do you think your dad will mind if we’re out here?” you asked tentatively. gojo’s hand reflexively tightened briefly around yours at the mention of his father, his jaw clenching.
several minutes after gojo had led you inside the elegant infrastructure (to say you were getting imposter syndrome was an understatement), he’d left you by a confectionery stand in search of geto. according to him, you looked ‘too pretty’ and he didn’t want your dress to be ruined in the crowds. in other words, the less you mingled, the less likely you’d be harassed by his father’s rich peers – he’d already ‘accidentally’ knocked one drink over onto a woman who dared to hiss the word ‘gold digger’ under her breath as you passed.
it had to have been less than thirty seconds before the zenin appeared by your side, a sickening smirk on his twisted face. you knew who he was, you’d seen him once or twice around campus and you’d heard the stories, but you’d never been this close to him; not close enough to breath in the expensive cologne that smellt cheap.
“probably,” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head back to look up at the night sky. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have brought you here.”
you nudged his shoulder gently, “i wanted to come.”
a mistake on both of your behalf – though neither of you could have predicted that naoya would try and make a scene when you rejected his advances.
"you two alright?"
both of you turned your heads back to see geto coming down the stairs towards you with a little skip in his step.
once naoya had your attention he wasted no time getting to his point – bigging up his status and telling you how gojo’s dad was doubting gojo’s position in the company. if you wanted a real man, in his words, you needed him.
obviously, you’d given him a disgusted look without much thought and denied the offer, taking a step back to try and find your tall, white haired boyfriend in the crowd (an oddly difficult task). you figured you were safer weaving through a crowd of high society snobs than you were spending another minute here. naoya, though, was persistent and didn’t hesitate to pull you back towards him with a harsh grip.
"just trying not to bash that zen'in's skull in," gojo muttered as he gently traced the red marks on your wrist. it looked worse than it felt – the pain had dissipated pretty quickly once you’d broken from naoya’s hold.
"i could get on board with that," the dark haired male dropped down next to you on the stairs, stretching out his legs and smoothing down his pants.
"geto.”
you figured out pretty quickly that gojo and geto were a package deal. best friends since diapers and equally as resentful to their parents’ ways of life and the pretence they’ve been raised in. two sides of the same coin, both of which willing to go extraordinary lengths for the other with no regard for consequences.
such as the jail time that would come with the aggravated assault of naoya.
though you would give it to geto – when gojo and him got to you and naoya, it was him who was ushering gojo to just take you outside, not to engage with the spoiled man child.
“geto,” geto mocked you with a grin, shrugging carelessly, "the kid’s an ass. he’s got it coming."
there was no more than a second until geto spoke up again, with an idea you were sure he’d had from the beginning of the night, his plans had just been accelerated: “shoko’s house is free now. her parents are away so she wasn’t forced to attend this bullshit,”
gojo’s head perked up at this, looking above your head at his best friend, “you think she’ll have the stuff for a smoke?”
“it’s ieiri,” you said in a ‘duh’ tone because when was she not smoking something. how she was top of her classes, you’d never know.
“god bless that girl,” geto blew a kiss to the sky.
taglist. @hyori2 @ja-zz @animeflower26 @jar-03
#dynasty#rich boy!au#rich boy!gojo#gojo x reader#gojo#gojo satoru#gojo drabbles#gojo fluff#gojo imagines
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DAN HENG: TELLTALE HEART.
☾₊ ⊹ TAGS: sfw, fake dating, friends to lovers, mentions and descriptions of blood, death/burial, and war, this could really just be its own fully blown fic idk what im doing here, this is definitely the start of ~something~ i just dont know what
wc: 2.2k
Dan Heng should have retaliated harder when Himeko had suggested this idea in the first place, but he made his stance very clear: he wasn’t cut out for this type of mission and it would likely end badly. But Himeko had only giggled from behind her teacup as she lifted it to her lips, the passing star systems twinkling mischievously behind her like the glimmer in her eye.
“Loosen up a little, Dan Heng,” she almost seemed to sing. “It would do you some good.”
“Surely you and Welt—“ But Himeko cut him off with an almost motherly tut. Dan Heng raked his mind for alternatives, but he worked with the data bank long enough to know this much: the Queen of this planet, a devotee of the fallen Idrila, had lived for a long, long time and had developed an almost perverse interest in the love affairs of humans to pass the eons. After all, what more ridiculous premise in the face of the endless onslaught of time and her immortality than some false promise of ‘forever’? Yes, human love was dramatic - and amusingly pointless. And the Queen revelled in it. Relished in it. Once upon a time the search for Beautiful Love was her devotion to her Aeon, a gift bestowed to her by Idrila themselves: to sustain herself with the heartbeats of her planet's people. For every heartbeat on the planet to resonate through her. The Beautiful Love, then, was something she too would know when she found it. But with the death of her God her mission was but an aimless pastime.
So Himeko and Welt, like two scheming parents, sent you and Dan Heng down to win her graces and grant you two access to the elusive secrets of her court. The goal was simple: put on a show. And make it good.
The two of you had been travelling alongside one another on the Express for a while, but as far as you both were concerned, nothing that would help this mission at all existed between you two. To be sure, you were friends, but that was about all there was to it. If anything, there was an almost brotherly feeling you got from Dan Heng, like a sibling eternally fussing over you or irritated by you or exasperated by you or all of the above all at once. You joined the Express crew before March. Dan Heng had already been there, and so you were his first companion closer to his age.
・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・
When you joined the Express they picked you up from a war-torn planet, one of the only survivors and cowering in a corner of a ruin. Dan Heng remembers a fear in your wild eyes unlike anything he could comprehend. When you lifted your head you looked like prey meeting the eyes of the hunter, and you were ready to run. He remembers your hair matted in blood — whether your own or somebody else’s he couldn’t say, nor did he want to ask. He found you huddled with your knees to your chest. He remembers the way you feebly sprang from under the crumbling brick pile you called a ‘shelter’ and swung a glass shard at him like your life depended on it — perhaps in another situation it really did. Fresh blood poured down from your palm as the shard dug into your skin, your fist closing tighter and tighter around it, but you were running on pure adrenaline and fear. He ducked effortlessly as you cried out, either in fear or to muster the last of the strength left in your malnourished body. He grabbed your wrist, so brittle and weathered away by Gods-know-how-long you’d been on your own he almost feared he broke it. He could feel your hammering pulse in your wrist.
“Hey, hey,” he said, softer than anything he’d said before in his life. “You’re okay.”
Those eyes - gray like storming clouds, gray like the sky before it opened up to rain down fresh water, falling from the sky like liquid nectar from the gods, your mouth opening to drink what little you could gather. You didn't even realize you had been caught in a trance until he spoke again.
"Are you alone?"
If this stranger was your only hope you would take your chances. Before you could even open your mouth, the next thing you did was crumple to the ground and you fell with a soft thud. What you remembered after that was waking up on the Express, and those steely gray eyes you put your trust in peering at you over the infirmary bed, the infirmary lights so bright you took a moment to adjust.
"Do you remember your name?" he asked. You tried to form the syllables on your tongue but they only sat there, heavy and unmoving. A reminder of an identity that hurt too much to remember. Your mother calling you downstairs for breakfast. The children waving cheerily to you on the streets on your way out for the day. The old shopkeeper down the street in the evenings sneaking you a free sweet through the window to reward you for a long day's work. My name... You swallowed and shook your head. From across the room Welt smiled softly in encouragement more so than amusement.
"That works just fine. Namelessness is quite on-brand for us anyway."
You turn to look at your reflection in the medical equipment to your side. What you were greeted with was your entire face wrapped in bandages, wound over your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, something like the burial rituals performed on corpses back home. The sight horrified you as you reached up to try to claw the bandages off. Dan Heng reached for your wrist again.
"Don't. It'll only make it worse."
He pitied you. He really did. To be taken from such extreme circumstances and slowly coming to your senses like this, you were like a caged animal cowering back against a corner. Like each time he drew near you would hiss and retreat or snap back at him.
There was no use trying not to cry. This young man had already seen you at your worst. You hung your head low as he held your wrist and wept and wept and wept.
・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・
The Express gave you a purpose, and Gods knew you needed one. You joined without a second thought, and it took months for you to regain some semblance of normalcy. You slowly crawled out of your shell. Pom Pom was too strange for you to get used to. Welt and Himeko, as nurturing as they were, were always a bit too keen to converse for your comfort.
Dan Heng was different. He let you sit in the same room as him without a need to talk. Your afternoons were spent in mutual but comfortable silence. The clicking of keys. Tapping of tablets. The occasional shuffling as he rolls his chair across the room to reach for a book. On days like these you huddled in a corner on a cushion, knees to your chest and a book in your lap. The next morning there would be a new book or two on your stack you didn't recognize from the evening before - a silent recommendation left behind by Dan Heng after noticing the books you seemed to take a liking to. Neither of you acknowledged this, only keeping to your routine.
When you lifted your head as he pulled something up on a data bank screen he always noticed and promptly explained what it was before ducking his head back down. Some rare plant species. Photographs of a temple on a faraway planet. He filled your head with knowledge of the cosmos, and it was amazing to you how boundless the universe really was, imagining that all this was just beyond you during those days on your home planet. He would be lying if he said he didn't find the little shine in your eyes endearing when you listened to him, and he appreciated finally having someone to talk to.
Considering all the records burned with your home planet, there was little Dan Heng knew about you. That was their business on your planet, really: to retrieve some lost records and fill in some blanks, but all they were able to recover was you. Welt and Himeko encouraged him to talk to you as a means to perhaps procure something productive. That was his work after all: collect, transcribe, record. It had always been a routine to him before, but with you it was something different. Watching you, Dan Heng saw the life and death of your planet in your every breath, your every sleep and wake. With your room beside his, he would hear how you cried in your sleep on occasion, tossing and turning and groaning names you wouldn't recall when you woke again. On occasion he pressed his ear to his wall, wondering if he should at the very least knock on your door. By the time he worked up the energy and the resolve, your nightmares grew less frequent.
This much he salvaged from your dazed mumblings: your homeland fell, and when it burned it blazed. And while it did, the Aeons watched it flicker away like another star among billions. You listened to his stories. You used them to replace all that you left behind you. Quiet nodding turned into soft “what’s that?”s, which turned into sneaking a snack in the corner, which turned into the two of you tussling as he tried to shove you out of the room (“Crumbs! They'll get all over the books!” he huffed. “No!” you protested, kicking and yelping until Himeko arrived to put a stop to it), which turned into you stepping into full-on mischief, some ghost of what you had before everything changed. March’s arrival didn’t help much, and soon Dan Heng took it upon himself to wrangle the two youngest (?) members of the Express crew. In a sort of way you two grew up together. In that sort of way, Dan Heng was fond of you.
・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・
So when invited before the Queen you two bowed and you let Dan Heng do the talking, spinning the tale as effortlessly as he spun the stories of the cosmos for you: two outlanders, both faring from different planets, seeking temporary transit as they fared among the stars in search of their pasts together. This much was true. This much was enough to pique her interest. In her territory she could feel the thrumming of your heartbeats, and in her romanticism failed to detect that it was the thrill of deception - and not of some budding romance - that explained your quickening pulses. And you two knew each other just well enough to sell it the right way - you just had to keep it up for long enough.
You two knew each other just well enough that on your first day wandering alone in the local village you scouted the area for libraries, reliquaries and ruins. It wasn't until sundown, when you returned with a map marked out with all the locations to hand to him, that you realized you hadn't even considered what you might want to do yourself.
You two knew each other just well enough that when he returned from said libraries as per your recommendation he returned with a novel by an author you liked - an edition they hadn't yet bought for the Express.
And you two knew each other well enough that later that evening he knew exactly what was happening when he woke to hear you crying in your sleep. What you dreamed of, he didn’t know. But he could piece together enough of an idea.
“Hey,” he whispers, slowly sitting up from his mattress on the floor. “Hey…”
With the window curtain open and the moonlight on your face he could see your brows knitting together, the line of your lips curling into a pained expression as you twitched and groaned. For a moment he felt a little awkward, unsure of what to do with his hands, before he got up and walked to his bag. He knew when you had nightmares you wandered the Express train. And he knew when the main cabin was empty you put a particular record on the record player. He tinkered with his earpiece for a moment and inserted them into your ears. Your lips softened into a relaxed smile. He let out a breath and slumped on the floor against the bed frame.
The intention, romantic or platonic, mattered little. What mattered was the quickening and softening of your heartbeats were felt and duly noted, and the Queen invited you two to her ball, your shot at passage to her court. You had been surprised when the invitation came so suddenly. You held the card, embellished in a rose patterning around the edges, signed off with the Queen's curling signature.
"That was a lot faster than I thought it would be," you tilted your head, turning it in your hands. Dan Heng looked at you, sitting on the edge of the bed from across the room. He hid his face away behind his book. Only he had an inkling why this might have happened, but that he would never say.
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☾₊ ⊹ AN: this started to go somewhere but i ended up hating it so i've just decided this is a prologue for something that might be longer but im just not sure what lol. i just needed to get this out cus it's been sitting in drafts for way too long and the idea of working on it for a minute longer makes me want to curl up and die. i hope u like it tho!
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ELENA IS HERE! My girl, how have you been!! She's cut her hair, I love that!!
The Vorkosigang is back assembled! (Except for Ivan, poor Ivan).
And Mayhew!!! And Tung!!! Wow the team is really back together!! I'm so happy that I just know this won't last a chapter.
Plan A (...) was to flee at once to the Ariel, now on picket-station, and declare the revolution.
This sounds so Miles idk if Tung has rubbed off on Miles or the other way around.
"To bang his commander's wife?" Elena's eyes sparked. "Anyone's wife? I knew then he wasn't level. If my oaths meant nothing to him, how little did his own?"
SAY IT!! Although this feels very Barrayaran, for all of Elena's hate to her home planet.
Right, Gregor is hearing all this for the first time. I guess he heard a censored version at the end of TWA but he must be amazed at the notion that Miles really did have a fleet as his command.
If anyone could point me to an essay and/or paper and/or tumblr post about the naismith/vorkosigan identity crisis Miles has, I'd be very grateful.
"I think . . . should you become refugees on Our behalf," (Elena, Miles saw, heard that official capital O too, as Tung and Mayhew of course could not)
I love the writing I love the writing I love the writing
I loved her once. Who is she now? Could one choose not to fall in love all over again with this new person?
I LOVE THE WRITING!
Elena being so quick on her reasoning that this will just end up as another treason charge for Miles. I hope that our old friend Greg can help if (when) that time comes.
Mercenary Gregor. Now that's an AU if I've ever seen one. I've tried searching for it on AO3 but all I've found is an alarming frequent use of the tag "Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies".
"I hear their new second officer is a Barrayaran. You might be able to swing some help, there."
This is plot. I'm sure. But Idk how. It's not gonna be help so what is it. Ungari's people?
OH CAVILO IS WITH THE RANGERS OKAY. They're so gonna run into them.
"Strange," said Gregor, looking at Elena—at the new Elena, guessed—"to think you've had more combat experience than either of us." "Than both of you," Elena corrected dryly.
YES!! TELL THEM!!! Elena is not my favourite character only because Cordelia exists, I think.
"Your friend can pass as a fleet soldier," Tung told Miles. "For you, I found a box."
Miles deserves a hug too.
Almost over, says Miles, in page 230 of a 400 page book.
Aaaaaand, here's the trouble.
Cavilo is the elf lady?!?!?
METZOV?!?!?!?! METZOV??!??! I'm sorry, Metzov?!?! Works for Cavilo?????
I HAD SPENT THE LAST FOURTH OF THE BOOK WONDERING WHAT NARRATIVE PURPOSE THE FIRST FOURTH OF THE BOOK SERVED AND OMG HERE IT IS. How could I not see it. This is. I have no words. I love Lois McMaster Bujold.
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hi I'm here regarding your tags: Cara's terminal illness? He's not having a good time with it but the presence of his rash means he's in secondary stage, which comes prior to latent, asymptomatic phase. The vast majority of people who suffer from syphilis don't actually live long enough for any other reason to EVER hit the tertiary stage which causes death. I think it's safe to say Caracalla's immune system is weak as all hell and he probably won't be that lucky, but he has the best part of his infection ahead - the part where it stops existing, sometimes for decades, before coming back with a vengeance. In theory, if he made it through the fevers and the rest of all that is going wrong with him in the time we get to know him, eventually, it would ease up. For years.
Also, without Macrinus - Geta was actually coming to learn to play the crowds. He listened to Lucilla when Lucilla chose mercy for Lucius against their rhino rider. He hesitates to make the call to the archers - despite all of his rage and hurt - when Lucius refuses to execute Acacius on command. Without Macrinus egging him on, he was hearing the crowd. Despite everything.
This is such a cope but it's also all true. They had hope. They're so goddamn young, but they were going through their hard lessons, and at least one of them was learning. The other one needed bed rest and antibiotics.
Oh - the terminal part I tagged that mostly cause I saw someone else who tagged it the same way and saw that syphilis could possibly get to a worst stage which I knew you could treat with antibiotics nowadays but wasn't entirely sure what happened back then when that wasn't really a thing.. (though I'll admit that I should've done a bit more of a search before that because I don't have a very in depth knowledge of how syphilis works and didn't know how long syphilis takes to get to the terminal point) - and honestly I'm still kinda learning a lot about their characters, which is why I honestly adore your posts though I do still always feel quite awkward/bad whenever I mischaracterise them cause they're genuinely such wonderful characters and I think sometimes I'm a bit too caught up with what they were in the films (manipulated and therefore not rlly having a great time...) and I don't give enough time to think about what they could've been had things gone different ways such as if Geta had had a chance to continue to grow as a person/emperor without Macrinus messing around in the background (though I was mostly basing that tag off of the fact that on the night of Geta's death people were really starting to riot and I didn't think enough about the fact that those rioters don't even get in that night cause like the next day Caracalla has a chance to announce the new consuls and eventually continue with the games and stuff - so my brain decided to just hand me a scenario that wasn't even all that canon compliant in the first place).
Idk if I'm actually getting my thoughts down as much as I'd like bc it's a little late for me rn but
Thank u for this tho bc I much prefer when someone tells me when I'm off then they just let me be cause I hate it when I accidentally mischaracterise a character esp if I'm fond of them 😭
#asks#gladiator 2#gladiator ii#thnx for explaining some of this stuff to me btw - i rlly don't want to mischaracterise them 😭#emperor geta#emperor caracalla
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Hey! I'm not looking for a particular fic and maybe somebody's already asked this, but could you point me the way to kidfics where Crowley is the birthing parent? Idk if I'm just unlucky or bad at searching but it seems like almost all the 'one of them gives birth' fics have Aziraphale as the birth parent...
Hello! We do have a #pregnant crowley tag, so take a look at that. Here are some more fics to add to the collection...
Angel Baby by ARealPip (T)
Crowley is pregnant, and a group of doctors and nurses struggle valiantly to handle the gender-fluid inhuman patient who has suddenly shown up in their offices. Aziraphale does his very best to help put them at their ease. But it all goes a bit strange.
This Miraculous Child (Of Ours) by blackeyedblonde (E)
“Well?” Crowley asks, wretchedly pulling his sunglasses from his face. “Why isn’t your angelic juju doing me one better and nipping whatever this is in the arse?” The fact that Aziraphale has paled some himself and reached up to clutch at the front of his dressing gown doesn’t seem to bode well. “You—you’re with child, Crowley,” he says, just like that, in the messy parlor of this once-scourged effing bookshop in Soho where Crowley thought he’d lost the one thing he ever really cared about, the car be damned, since they unraveled into existence and millennia began.
More to Love by Sodium_Azide (E)
It's a new world, and the beginning of a new era. Crowley has never been happier in his long life, but, (ain't there always a but) he has his angel, he has his freedom, he has his Bentley and the whole world to explore, but he still wants more. Unexpectedly, he gets it. (an ineffable family fic)
The Way We're Made by dsaun (E)
After the almost-apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale attempt to settle back into their old routines. What they don't know is that their meddling in the great plan has piqued the creator's curiosity and she has other ideas. A drunken evening causes ineffable consequences and turns everything upside down.
beyond the river jordan by blackeyedblonde (E)
“I think it’s time we try and do the thing,” is what Crowley says, when the words finally wing up out of him one morning. “Do what, dear?” Aziraphale asks as he takes a scrubbing brush to the skillet they’d made eggs in. Behind them, Dove is smearing oatmeal and a bit of scramble around her highchair tray, blabbing good-naturedly in her little singsong voice while morning sunlight slants in just enough to make her strawberry hair shine like rose gold. “You know,” Crowley grunts, drying an antique porcelain plate with a particular furor that makes it consider breaking, though it wouldn’t dare so much as chip with the angel in the room. “Uh. Try again—for a baby. But swapped ‘round a bit so I do all the cooking.” Aziraphale calmly keeps up with his washing, though a little smile plays around his mouth and then gradually grows a bit wider. “Ah,” he says all too knowingly, which makes Crowley’s stomach lurch. “I’d been wondering when you’d feel ready to bring that up again.”
The Birds and the Bees for Ineffable Idiots by DarkAngel2891 (T)
Crowley doesn't know how reproduction works. Aziraphale is at a loss for words. Whatever the two where expecting it wasn't this. God ships Crowley and Aziraphale.
- Mod D
#good omens#ineffable husbands#ineffable partners#pregnant crowley#pregnancy#mpreg#female presenting crowley#kid fic#mod d
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child support - kafka & himeko
summary; you miss your parents but it's okay, you got new ones now.
genre/extra tags; fluff, found family, himeko & kafka give me divorced couple energy but in a good way, possibly ooc kafhime, almost mute! reader, kafka pays the child support, comfort vibes only, slight angst ig????
[gender neutral reader] [platonic] [7-8 yrs old! reader]
[warnings; implied child abandonment, describing hypothermia symptoms (in the first-ish half)]
word count; 1.1k
a/n; you know it took me a solid few moments and a google search to figure what kafhime was bc i forgot that shipping exists for a moment. i don't really engage in shipping especially when i know that some people,,, transfer over to games from the same company they like and those people can be... weird or in my face about shipping. but who am i to judge. also kaf and hime can be interpreted as just two rude besties or just platonic (/hj) this fic is more long winded than i expected. idk, it was a little bit difficult to figure out. but hope you enjoy!
cold. everything was so cold.
how have you even managed for so long? you thought you were a goner. the people who first found you almost thought you were a goner with how despondent you were stuck in the old rickety house you once lived in. you were so tired, so gone in your mind, you couldn't feel anything. you were lucky to live, that's what you heard from the doctors.
why did fate leave you like this?
"hello dear. are you feeling any better?" a gentle motherly voice rings in the warm room. the room was a bit warmer than the rest, maybe it was just for your sake or this was just a normal thing. you weren't sure. you lived out in belobog after all. a palace of ice and a hundred winters. but it's not like you remember much of what even got you out in the dangerous cold in the first place.
you feel a hand press against your forehead. "colder than winter itself. poor kid." the same voice speaks again. "perhaps she can help me out for this." the hand moves away from you, making a weak cry leave your lips. "sorry. sorry. i guess it isn't warm enough for you in here." she apologized. "perhaps pompom can find some more fluffy blankets."
you twist and turn as her open thought chatter starts to wake you up more. you turn to rest on your side and find an unfamiliar woman as you're in an unfamiliar room. you choke up in fear as you struggle to get up and keep yourself far away from her.
"dear, you're barely even recovered! don't move too quickly!" it's too late for her words and you can't even get that far away. your tiny body is heavy and you only manage to move not even 2 inches away. the red head doesn't make any move to startle you. "i know you must be scared. i'm here to help you." she lowers herself to face eye level with you. "do you remember anything?"
you don't say a word and stare.
"we don't have to talk about it. you don't need to say anything. just nod or shake your head, does that sound okay?" she smiles gently, hoping to appear as not as scary to you.
you hesitantly nod.
"thank you for answering. you must still be feeling cold, right?"
nod.
she grabbed a nearby blanket, "is it okay if i drape this over you? won't touch you or anything." she glances at you, making sure you either nod or shake your head.
you slowly nod, remembering how cold you are.
she doesn't make any fast movements, noting your flinchy behavior. she wraps the blanket around your shoulders gently but you still flinch when it touches you.
"now what's this about a little child?" you flinch at a new voice. another feminine voice that you find a bit more melodic than the warm tones of the other. then another lady enters. you inch towards the farthest corner of the bed.
"kafka, you're going to scare them."
"aw, don't be so mean." she pretends to sound hurt but her voice is teasing. "where did you find the kid?"
"in belobog. outside of the city. well, trailblazer, march and dan heng found them. they were stuck in the freezing snow." kafka's face grimaces at the thought of seeing you stuck in the snow helpless without anyone able to find you. "but anyways, you should head out, lest the others know about you being here so suddenly."
"i paid for the items you're giving to the little star, at least let me stay for a little while longer." himeko sighs before realizing.
"i forgot to introduce myself-" the red head looks over at you who is covered in blanket, attempting to hide yourself. "see, you did scare them!" she muttered to the other. "i'm sorry about her, dear. my name is himeko. this is kafka."
"sorry for scaring you, little one. i tend to do that." kafka hummed. "well, that aside, miss himeko over here and i, we want to take care of you. but we can't be doing that when you're stuck in your little cocoon." she gently chuckled. you slowly get out of the blankets, head peeking out to look up at the lady. "well, that's a start. have you eaten yet?" she asked.
you don't say anything but your belly grumbles.
"i know what would take care of that." himeko smiled. you hear the knocks at the door but no figure enters but you hear shuffling. "pompom got some food for you, himeko!" and you find yourself face to face with a cute living rabbit in a conductor's outfit. himeko gets up opening the door and grabbing the plate of food.
"thank you pompom." himeko hummed as she closes the door. kafka soon moves to sit by the bed. you still stay head peeked with the blankets as you stare at the plate of food and then himeko. himeko walked over. "this is for you, dear. you can stay on the bed if you want. me and kafka will be right back." the redhead places a hand on kafka's shoulder, slowly pushing her as they both leave into what you assume is a bathroom. once they do, you can hear them talking but you're too focused on eating to care about the conversation.
you finish eating and you're feeling much better than before but it doesn't stop you from keeping away from himeko and kafka. it makes them a little sad but they're so patient as they converse with you as if nothing's wrong.
you don't really answer or say anything really. you just nod or shake your head depending on what they ask you. and they seem satisfied with that.
"can you give us your name? unless you're still uncomfortable."
you tell them your name weakly.
"what a lovely name. now. i'm sorry that we have to get a little heavy but, have you always been living out of the city in your home?"
you give a small nod.
"what about your parents?" himeko speaks softly and carefully. she watches as your eyes water and you shake your head. "oh, sorry, sorry. let it out." she moves to sit by you in the bed. kafka sighs.
"of course we couldn't have known about that but would you like to stay with me and himeko? i know himeko wouldn't want to leave you in a state like this."
you think for a moment, well.. there's nowhere else to really go. you nodded. and you watch as two gentle smiles grow. you feel a bit calmer and you can feel some reassurance that you have a chance to continue your life.
#honkai x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr kafka#kafka honkai star rail#kafka x reader#himeko x reader#hsr himeko#himeko honkai star rail#himeko hsr
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tagged by @magenta-somethings on a 10 people i'd like to get to know better tag game :> this was fun to do!
last song: 100 kaunaa by lyyti (i've been absolutely obsessed with her music lately, every single song is so beautiful)
fave color: green (almost typed orange at first by accident. i considered it my favorite color for a long time but lately green has definitely overthrown it)
last book: lazarus by lars kepler (i'm trying to read all 9 keplers before christmas so i can ask for the newest 10th book as a christmas gift)
last movie: west side story (the 2021 version; i watched it with my stepdad and musical-loving sister)
last tv show: arcane (i'm watching season 2 with my other sister)
sweet/savory/spicy: sweet all the way (i'm a candy lover through and through and also have the spiciness tolerance of a sickly medieval peasant who's survived on turnips their entire life)
relationship status: single (for 25 years and pretty much happy with it)
last thing i searched: vaporeon (someone mentioned it in a tiktok and i wanted to check what it looks like because it was relevant to the joke. yes i needed to google what vaporeon looks like, no i'm not a pokémon person, what gave it away?)
current obsession: project diva (currently the only game i'm actually playing on my switch)
looking forward to: tattoo session 2 of 3 this sunday!!
bonus topics
favorite drink: i don't really drink coffee but caramel lattes have really grown on me lately
song playing on a loop in your head: salamander by deco*27
current favorite character: jinx from arcane (almost said ciel phantomhive because i've been thinking about black butler a lot again but right now the arcane brainrot is just taking over. also am i really basic for saying jinx? i don't care)
fun activity you would like to get into: i absolutely loathed crocheting at school but some crazy part of me wants to learn it for some reason
last video game: project diva (been also playing a lot of subnautica and neon white lately)
last comic/graphic novel: a couple days ago at a bookstore i flipped through a graphic novel about a middle-aged woman in a straight relationship coming out as a lesbian. the last one i fully read was at a library, about fatphobia and living and existing as a fat person. both were autobiographical i'm pretty sure? unfortunately can't remember the names of either one (and they were both by finnish authors so idk how much it would help anyway. if a finnish moot happens to recognize either one i'd be happy to hear)
tagging (with no pressure!) @mayrine @kiilttis @indy-ug @rainia @appleflavoredkitkats @plaguethewaters @stainedpurplehoodie @genevawrenn @agaricriminal @starlit-bawka
#sipuli speaks#i really hope the tags work#i had to edit some of them and idk how tumblr notifs work in a case like this
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Look it's not that I think recommendation systems are evil. Recommendation systems are an attempt to sort through the immense flood of Content™ that is the modern internet. I like the option to, when I don't know what I want, to just let The Computer figure that out for me; it's not that great at it, and it's got its own goals to further that aren't quite aligned with mine, but it's better than random draws from the set of everything that exists on the platform.
But "option" is a very important word in that sentence; it's one tool among many. It's a thing to resort to when other things fail, like say "things tagged by a human being as relating to a specific subject" and "the things my friends are saying" and "keyword search". Various tools need to coexist, and I want some of those tools to be more transparent to me than "idk the algorithm decided you're into this now for its own reasons".
A chronological feed that contains all of and only those posts that were made by a specific set of blogs is very transparent; I can tell exactly why a certain post ended up in front of me, which gives me control to adjust my feed to include stuff i want to see and exclude stuff I don't. It's coarse-grained control, of course, which is why I think it's important to combine it with other tools like keyword filtering and tag-following and so on, but it very clearly exposes cause and effect.
Recommendation systems are opaque; I cannot tell why a post was recommended to me. If I'm lucky it's at least responsive to "no this sucks stop recommending it to me", but honestly I have not found that to be a very good tool to stop getting shit I don't want shoved in front of me.
Onboarding new users presents a problem when they don't know who to follow yet, sure. It makes sense to foreground other tools when introducing people to your website. Just don't take away the other tools. Let people transition from "new user who has no idea how anything works" to "experienced user who can use the tools at their disposal to choose the content they see"
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Plssss do a gabriel ohara × reader
pairings — childhood best friend! gabriel x fem! reader
summary — lil bit of gabriel content, idk what to write for a summary 😛
warnings — this was heavily rushed, angst 🥲🙏 mentions of blood, violence, happy ending, but in the 2nd chapter (yes theres gonna be a 2nd chapter)
a/n — whoever wrote this rq, im so sorry that this is short and very late 😞💞
Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 7 takes your Barbie dolls away from you, not bothered with the way you cry tremendously loud.
"Give it back, Gabri!" you shout, snot and tears running down your small face, jumping up and down in the spot you stood on as you stomp your legs harshly against the floor.
The boy before you just giggles, "Nooo," he sings, dancing and twirling around with the pale doll in his hand.
"You idiot, just give it to her," another voice chimes in, stopping your cries instantly.
Gabriel looks over to the door and sees his older brother, Miguel, who was only a year only than the both of you. Gabriel rolls his eyes before chucking the doll over to you.
Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 12, rides his bike over to your house, knocking on your door with a big smile on his face. Joined along, is Miguel, who was very much forced to tag along by his mother because he needed "protection"
"Look, Y/n! Look! Look!" Gabriel shouts in your face with a big grin on his face as you open the door with a confused look on his face.
He lifts the sleeve of his short sleeved shirt long enough, lifting up his whole arm with a proud smile.
You tilt your head in confusion, "I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking at, Gabri."
He scoffs, arm still in the air as he rolls his eyes. "It's right in front of your blind ass," he whispers, not wanting for your mother inside to hear his language.
"I grew an armpit hair," he flexes his non-existent muscles, "Ha! My mama said I'm a real man now."
"Yeah, you stink like one."
Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 16, had gotten his first phone and made his first ever Instagram account.
After only choosing the cringiest username known to existence; @theyluvgabri , he presses onto the search button
The first account he searches for and follows is not his brothers, heck, not even his celebrity crush, the account he searches for first is yours.
His curious self scans the black profile pictures for all three of your untilted highlights. He taps on the first one, he sees a picture of you smiling with your eyes closed.
He admires everything about it. Tapping for the next picture to appear.
A video of you and your black cat, Honey, a name you chose for your cat that Gabriel laughed at non-stop, calling it the stupidest name ever.
He looks at all the photos of you and screenshots every single one of them. Unknowingly, a smile makes its way on his face.
The next highlight he ignores when he sees is all aesthetic photos of the sunset.
The one right after, he stops.
It's a picture of only you and him. And there were more photos of you and him compared to the rest of the other two highlights.
A photo of you two when you were babies, napping together.
A video of you and Gabriel. He always loved to tease you when you did little vlogs the moment you got your phone. He continues with the video, your phone is slightly slanted, you digging up a hole and showing the camera the seeds you stole from your mum's gardening shed. Not noticing Gabriel who comes up from behind you, holding a worm. He tiptoes slowly and places it on your shoulder.
"Omg! Look! Look!" he yells, feigning his worry.
He laughs to himself when the video cuts perfectly when you scream.
The next is a photo of you and him in a photo booth, you had your hand covering your beautiful smile as he used a strand of your hair and put it between his puckered lips and nose as a pretend moustache.
His heart flutters. That was the moment he knew his heart was for you.
That night, he rambles on and on to his older brother, Miguel.
"I think I like her, Miggs."
"Then tell her you idiot."
Childhood best friend! Gabriel at the age of 17 punches the living shit out of the boy who stood in front of him.
How fucking dare he?
He dared to open his mouth about you.
Gabriel had missed his best friend. You were at home sick in bed, so he sent a quick message saying he missed you, and to get well soon before making his way to class.
All the noise around him was nothing to hin, until he walks by and overheard a group of boys saying your name. Foul, disgusting things were said.
Gabriel pulls the main friend of the group by the shoulder and punches him right in the nose.
Everything turns into a chaotic clutter in a matter of seconds, bloodied noses, bruised cheeks and bruised knuckles.
Gabriel pushes, pulls, kicks and punches. Anything to defend his friend who wasn't there.
Anything to keep his friend's name out of another guy's disgusting mouth.
He feels a strong pull on his collar, disconnected from the guy he lunged at.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
It was Miguel's voice.
Of fucking course, Gabriel thinks.
"It was him! He fucking started it," the guy opposite Gabriel, his name being John, yells with anger, spitting at him while doing so.
Gabriel growls and tries to lunge at him but is stopped when Miguel pushes him back with one hand, the other holding the other guy back as well.
"Say sorry, you fucking idiot! Keep my girl's name out your mouth, cabrón!" Gabriel shouts. His words don't even phase him the slightest. It does, however, bother the older O'Hara sibling. If Gabriel even noticed the hesitation in Miguel's eyes.
"Tone it down, Gabri," Miguel glares.
Those around the main three stood in silence. The flashes of their phone turn off, all looking at Gabriel.
John dares to chuckle and smirk, his brow raises, "Your girl? That's funny, Gabriel."
"What the fuck are you lauging at?" Gabriel hisses.
The guy scoffs before hiding his sly smile, "It's just funny 'cause last time I saw your so-called girl, she was kissin' up to Miguel."
Gabriel's heart stops.
"Right, Miguel?" John adds to the fire that burned Gabriel's heart.
Miguel averts his gaze when Gabriel looks at him. His heart shatters when his brother looks to the ground.
"I fucking hate you," he pushes his brother away and runs out of the school building.
Childhood best friend! Gabriel who unadds and blocks you on everything he had you on the same night without giving an explanation.
there's going to be a pt 2 dw dawg 🤞
#gabriel ohara x reader#gabriel ohara#gabriel o'hara x reader#gabriel#gabriel o'hara#gabriel ohara fic#gabriel ohara x fem reader#childhood best friend! gabriel x reader#for you#foryou
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hi pookie, i have a request if its fine for nd!reader 🥺 (if not then completely ignore this ask)
how do you think skz would act in finding out reader practices scenarios/expressions in the mirror or in private? my masking is hurting my brain and i have to reteach myself how to smile after seeing some of my old pics lol
-girlie
p.s. if you ever make a nd!reader series pls let me know so i can be tagged in every post so i can read each masterpiece
I enjoy getting Neurodivergent!Reader requests cause as someone with autism I'm so damn horrible at writing it. I guess I'm not aware of how I do things but at the same time I'm hyperaware of it all..? Idk, anyway here's what I think:
Chan, Hyunjin, Felix - Would try to help you or would want to understand the process for future reference. - They just want you to feel good and safe with them and they want to understand you and everything you struggle with. If you’re practicing expressions they’ll do it with you. This’ll quickly turn into the two of you making funny faces in the mirror and completely forgetting how this started in the first place. They’ll tell you how you sound to them and what vibe your expression gives off and if you want them to leave you to do it alone you don’t have to ask them twice (Even though they low-key want to stay). Their search history is filled with articles on the topic of scripting now and by the end of the week they will be an expert on the topic. (Or just feel like one)
Seungmin, Minho, Jeongin - Would watch you silently and then tell you that they’ll take care of everything. - If you weren’t so focused on finding the perfect way to introduce yourself to his friends then you would’ve heard them walk into the room but he’s grateful that you didn’t. He had no clue that you did this even though he’s very well aware that you struggle with social interaction sometimes. He’ll leave carefully so that he doesn’t frighten you, maybe he wasn’t supposed to see you doing it and as much as he loves messing with you he doesn’t want to mess with something that might hurt your feelings or have you feeling embarrassed. After seeing you do that he starts doing a mini version of it too in hopes that he can be prepared to come to your rescue if you find a situation to be a bit too challenging. They just want to take care of you and make you feel comfortable.
Jisung, Changbin - Would panic like they just interrupted a presidential meeting and then ask a million questions. - You were so focused on watching your eyebrows and listening to your tone that you didn’t hear the very loud boy come into the room. He thought you were on the phone but when he realizes that you’re not he starts asking questions. The blush on your face gives way to your slight embarrassment but it’s all erased after you tell him what you were doing. The look on his face is priceless. He still has so many questions but now he’s more focused on apologizing for his mere existence, you tell him that it’s no big deal but he doesn’t wanna hear it. You will definitely hear him watching some YouTube videos about scripting later. He doesn’t wanna bombard you with questions but he wants answers. (And he will act like he never walked in on you in the first place)
✨️Masterlist✨️
#girlie anon ♡#Changbin could be in the first group too#ask chili#neurodivergent reader#neurodivergent#skz#stray kids#skz imagines#stray kids scenarios#skz ot8#stray kids ot8#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids fluff#skz x reader#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#skz bang chan#skz lee know#skz hyunjin#skz changbin#skz seungmin#skz han#skz felix#skz i.n#skz imagine#ot8 skz#ot8 x reader
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"Boruto seems to be more about SS than Boruto himself. There's just too much content on SS (or is it just my Twitter feed being stuffed with it? Idk)" Sorry I know this isn't a Sasuke blog but this is an SSer/S*kura fan issue. Idk what about her triggers this obsession but if you google image search "Naruto", you mainly get naruto or like the show's characters, but if you google "Sasuke" it's mostly SS art or the same 3 moments of the anime where they're in the same frame. Even more annoying for me personally is that you cant go on a tag for any Uchiha character without seeing ship art for them with Sakura (Itachi I think suffers from this the most because not only does he not even acknowledge she exists in canon outside of knowing she's a member of team 7, they fundamentally have nothing in common and arent compatible in even the loosest interpretations of their characters). It's baffling to me, and honestly extremely annoying.
I don't really go to Google for Naruto content, because I know it's going to piss me off one way or the other, so I keep my interaction with the fandom to the absolute minimum, that too on Tumblr and a little bit on Twitter. People on Twitter also said the same that it's her they find the most whenever they look for Sasuke related posts on Twitter and Twitter algorithm seems to recommend her posts to them. I noticed the same on my own feed. And I'd rather have Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Naurto, Akatsuki on my Twitter feed, not her and her happy little family.
The issue with her ships is that she's shallow and the people she's shipped with have depth in them, so the connection never seems genuine. Not with Sasuke, not with Itachi, not with Sasori, or with anyone else. Her pairing with Itachi infuriates me as much as SS does. She would literally have to be a different person for me to remotely like her with any Uchiha or with the Akatsuki members. She isn't a shippable character with her canon personality.
A lot of her fans keep complaining about us loving Itachi over her without realizing we're not loving him because of his morality or because we think of him as an angel, but because he contributes so much to the story without eating up the space someone else deserved. You remove him from the story and majority of the story falls flat. On top of that, he's well-written. Audience will be inclined towards characters like that naturally. He has a likeable personality and his mystery makes you want to know more of him. Why would we not love him?
Half of her fans hate him and the other half ships him with her or sees him as a cheerleader for SS even though - like you said - he never acknowledged she existed other than being a part of Team 7. Maybe it's just self-inserts living their fantasies, because how can you look at her and go "Itachi needs to be shipped with her."
Makes no sense to me.
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