#im just... too old for ''fandom''. im tired. im on here to talk about my game not your mangled misinterpretation of my game... sigh

[catboyroycebracket]

out of curiosity what abt people drawing characters as red + mr nobody and then calling it a transistor au do you like? no hate I’ve just never seen anyone with strong feelings on the subject haha

short answer: im mean. i hate shipping. i hate fandom culture. long answer:

i dont like shipping very much to begin with. i prefer more concrete analysis of what is actually in a given storys text. if theres romance, theres romance. if there isnt, there isnt. if theres romantic subtext/implications, its fun to analyze. i might humor the idea of characters in non-canon pairings, but i do not enjoy shippy fanfic. i do not see the fun in engaging with romance-centric media/fanfic constantly and/or squeezing 2-3 ships one becomes obsessed with out of every story one engages with. i find that most people that are really into shipping to the point of making/enjoying "[setting] aus" of the ships they like are seeking substantial romantic threads when there are none to be found in the source story. just read a different more romantic story lol. theres lines between "lets imagine the characters in a different setting" and "lets imagine if this pairing i like was recognized in-text" and "lets imagine the characters as a pairing in a different setting specifically so i can play out how i want them to kiss like theyre my dolls". like... sure, thats fine, but it bores me personally, and i get mad with it when it sort of tramples on the related characters or stories in favor of shipping.

transistor is a complete and self-contained story that centers on romance. it isnt a little template to force whatever jigsaw pieces youre currently interested in into. thats a really sad way to treat stories. aus are fine and fun im not your boss but almost all of these "transistor aus" are not actually about transistor. its all "what if my current favorite character couple was exactly like the transistor couple?" with no thought put into it past "its angsty". it feels like people are treating transistor as a source of inspiration towards something "more important" rather than recognizing it as its own whole work. transistor as a story employs tropes but its just the one story thats exactly like this... there is no "transistor trope". its not a widely recognized work thats commonly imitated/parodied. no one else goes through exactly what these two protagonists went through within the same game for it to be an in-story trope. no other unrelated characters fit the story's exact bill in a believable way, because they are from other stories.

in another life if the game was massively popular and genre-defining (lol) enough to bring that opening pose to an iconic status i wouldnt have a problem with all this. but it literally isnt. its an indie game thats popular enough to have people adore its soundtrack for life, yet very few people are actually talking about the game on tumblr in 2023. people keep posting about their limited tip of the iceberg perception of the game exclusively as a vehicle for unrelated ships. do you understand how frustrating that is??? people feel the emotional impact of transistors story and care deeply for its protagonists but halt their analysis of it there. its "this romance is tragic and i like it, how can i adapt it to my interest in shipping?" rather than "wow, i like this story that contains a romance, lets explore the full cryptic plot of the game as a cohesive and whole story".

i hate those aus because they betray an embarrassingly surface level understanding of red and mr nobodys deals + the entire games setting and plot + an obsession with shipping im too old to care for :/ the main tag on this site most often updates to have one of these aus rather than more straightforwardly on-topic posts. or at least it feels that way for me, someone who dislikes them lol. its really saddening to see an already overlooked indie game with a rewardingly complicated and hard to uncover plot (that most players dont bother to engage with) go further unengaged-with in favor of a butchering of a uniquely tragic and well written romance.

(spoilers if youre somehow unfamiliar yet on my blog) mr and mrs transistor's entire dynamic is born from the fact theyre a famous celebrity singer and unnamed off the grid bodyguard couple in love to the point of dying for one another within their strange futuristic 1930s-esque cyberpunk setting. they have specific disillusionment and despair problems tied to the city they love, and an over-willingness to die for one another. they kept their romance/engagement a secret, and thats why the guy is killed. red is running from robots that are trying to kill her. these are very very very specific parameters. you cannot divorce them from cloudbank + their love towards her and produce the same dynamic. you cannot give red and her man an entirely different set of personality traits and say the story would still play out the same. its not a primarily "singer/bodyguard" romance story, its a cyberpunk utopia robot apocalypse love story. there is much more to this story than its romance, but you cant have one without the other. if you only actually want to borrow the "singer/bodyguard" aspect, just... say that. why make it transistor specific. ditch the part where one of them is getting usb stick stabbed. everyone who i see place their blorbos into this dynamic is treating this one of a kind game's protagonists as if theyre a preset "trope" that any set of characters can fit into if you ship them hard enough. they really, really, really arent.

furthermore im extremely picky with what fictional romance interests me to begin with, and my interest does not extend to "what if we stripped these characters of their setting and development and entire reason to be who they are / why theyre in love and think about what they would be like in place of other super unrelated characters". i dont really like aus like that. they can be fun maybe in extreme cases but i would rather think about javascript. the "current blorbo + other blorbo = 🤔" mindset hinges on how accurately one read the text of both blorbos to actually work. it feels like online nowadays stories are being treated as something to consume, map your entire personality around temporarily, draw as much inspiration as possible from, then move on to the next, repeat. people eat the top layer of transistor, then move on very quickly. its fine but it tires me. also the m/f ships are ''less valuable'' than m/m ships aspect "transistor but make it gay😜" style. stop doing that. there are in-text gay characters in this story. red is slightly implied to be bi. open your heart to well-written m/f romance. or the aspect of people projecting what they personally desire upon ships and mass consuming/producing progressively further from canon shippy works out of their own loneliness (not the case with everything, but yknow.) which i personally find strange. its aggravating to see my favorite characters willfully misinterpreted for projections sake. i like romance in stories, but not in a shipping way. i dont like thinking of pairings i like as part of a maintained list of ships i care for or tags i check on tumblr. my interest in those pairings cannot be separated from my interest in their source material. the tightly written romance in transistor is something i really enjoyed about it. i thought others would recognize how special it is. sigh

this is just me though im mean. others can like these aus and feel free to make their own. its your art/stories. have fun online

[oldsamarie]

mutual 1: I hate gacha boy I want to rip him in half with my teeth and then start dancing sensitive style #i love him

mutual 2: i need that old man from saw #mutual 3 don't look

mutual 3: I'm so mad about what they did to snuffleupagus on sesame street, wtfdym his arc is over

mutual 4: Sorry I've been inactive something happened but I'm better now

mutual 5: Im remaking and my new url starts with u (if you put it through a caesar cypher)and ends in 6537 (repeat the alphabet until you reach the 6537th letter) [I've seen this post at least 50 times by now]

mutual 6:

mutual 7: do any of my mutuals know how to untie an impossible knot? I'm in trouble

mutual 8: How do I watch MLP online for free? Don't tell me to pirate. I don't even have a boat

mutual 9: Give.. Me... My.... Boytoy!!!!!!!!!!!! *kills another hostage* [3 hours later] I'm so tired of living

mutual 10: i hate when people are mean to hammerhead sharks :(

mutual 11: i want to kill snuffleupagus seriously stop talking about his arc

mutual 12: i miss mutual 6

mutual 13: it's my birthday!

mutual 14: I wish the writers of my favorite show wrote something I liked

mutual 15: i wish i had a job :(

mutual 16: day 300 of being unemployed, i just recoded tumblr and also i have a plan for world peace [0 notes]

mutual 17: I love this world... It's so beautiful out here.... If you hang out with me you can see it too... ⭐🌈💫

mutual 18: I HATE THIS FUCKED UP WORLDDDDDD

mutual 19: there's no fandom on tumblr for this book from 1408 tbh im glad but also i wish there were more posts about it

[ericityyy]

Hello dear, i dont know if your tired of young sheldon requests but if you are im so sorry, i promise that for future requests it will be another fandom. But i was just thinking about georgie with a female reader where she is very protective over missy and makes sure she is not forgotten or less than sheldon, which george finds very cute.

Thank you so much

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 600

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“Y/N, do you think I can join the baseball team?” Missy asked with an insecure look on her face. She’s been meaning to join the baseball team for some time and was about to talk to her father about this, but then she decided to consult Y/N first.

Y/N stopped putting nail polish on the younger girl’s feet to look at her. Missy, although she may always seem fierce, doesn’t change the fact that she’s still a little girl who sometimes doesn't get that much attention from her parents. The attention most of the time is to scold her.

Don’t get Y/N wrong; Mary and George are great parents, but a lot of the time, they don’t have much trust in Missy and Georgie, and for good reasons too since most of the time, the two of them have been troublemakers. However, that doesn't change the fact that they feel inferior to Sheldon due to how their parents treat him. It has always been Sheldon who gets most of the attention.

“I think if that coach won’t let you in the team, I’ll go there myself and give him a piece of my mind.” Y/N finished polishing Missy’s nails, looking proud as ever seeing the girl’s beaming smile. “You are great with the sport, and if he can’t see that, then that old guy must be having some sight problems.”

Missy teared up at her words. She has always treated Y/N like a sister, even before Georgie and she started dating. Y/N always had Missy’s back, when Mary praised Sheldon or when George made comments about Georgie and Missy being less than Sheldon.

Missy doesn’t have a team. Not until Y/N came.

“You always are so kind to me.” Missy sniffled, causing Y/N to coo at her, bringing the crying girl into her arms. “Thank you for being here with me when I need you. You’re my team.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug to wipe the girl’s tears away, giving her a warm smile. She then stood up and grabbed a baseball bat before throwing the ball softly at Missy’s bed. “How about you and I play some ball before you go to your tryouts?”

The two girls didn’t notice that Georgie was at the doorway, leaning, "Well, aren’t you two sweet?”

Missy and Y/N turned at Georgie, the former standing up from her bed and grabbing the ball before running outside her room shouting, “Come on, Y/N!”

Y/N laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm, then turned to her boyfriend, who was smiling at her, and asked, “What is it?”

Georgie shook his head, standing up straight and walking toward the girl, who had a baseball bat on her shoulder and a hand on her waist. Georgie, at this point, decided that he was deeply in love with her. “Nothing.” He put his hands on her waist. “I just love how you’re always there for my sister; you have always protected her, and I love you for it.”

The boy kissed his girl’s cheek, noticing the slight pink hue appearing on her skin as he smirked playfully. He still has that effect on her.

“Well, what can I say? I’m the big sister she never had. I am what you call a sister by heart.” Y/N proudly, albeit teasingly, put a hand over her chest where her heart is, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. Georgie rolled his eyes, despite the chuckle that left his lips.

"Yes, you are, darling. Yes, you are.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

hi, i’m sorry this is short but i can’t really think of anything else. but i hope you like this though :>

i’m also fine with the georgie requests!! but yeah i do wish i get to write other fandoms though… it’s okay though!! i enjoy writing georgie cooper imagines!!

[xanwyn]

animation for THE NEON VOIDD BABYYYY

this post is for @sugarpasteltmnt

‼️‼️MEGA YAPPING AHEAD PLEASE BEWARE‼️‼️

this might end up being really long and rambly and sappy but maybe not who knows.( it was) (and also featuring numerous spelling errors i am way too tired to fix and i am not re reading what i just wrote) SO. yknow how when chap idek..25(?) came out and i was all like “yeah so i made this animation for TNV and ill drop it when the fic ends” in your ask box? so. I FINISHED IT RAHHH. technically it has been finished since i sent that ask but ohhh my goodness did it need polishing. i haven’t animated in 4 years before that and omg it felt so good getting back into it but IDFK SOMETHING IS STILL NOT UP TO MY STANDARDS. i feel like i could have done so much more with it and i deffo wanted to but as soon as i told myself “oh yeah this is basically done” art block literally sucker punched me in the gut out of NOWHERE. I COULD NOT PICK UP MY I PAD. I COULD NOT DRAW. I WOULD STARE AT THE WIP ANIMATION AND BE UPSET BC I DDINT WANNA WORK ON IT AHH. that goes with saying. i kept having this thought in the back of my head “you need to finish it. you have a wip sitting. finish it. go do it. what are you doing are you STARTING ANOTHER PROJECT??? anddd yeah i got super distracted with other stuff and other projects and then i started spending my free time rewatching 2012 turtles and omg this summer has been a mess. i have all the free time in the world and i choose to be the least productive as possible with it even though i have a job that lets me literally sit on my phone and do whatever i want if no one is there. (i’ve brought my switch to work numerous times ☠️) what i was trying to get at is the fact that TNV has inspired a lot of the old me to come back and i lowk missed her. i really missed the point in all those words up there but im here now so whatever. BUT. TNV made me make a tumblr account, i got back in to animation AND digital art in general, got back into longfics that are ongoing, AND it also helped kickstart ideas for writing. i’ve got so many stories now!! you are such an inspirational person pastels i just- every time i read a new chapter of yours it made me wanna go get up and do something. i wanted to create something. because at the end of each chapter, i would think- “woah. a person out there just wrote this. they just sat down one day and committed. i wanna do that” so i did that. just huge thank you and shoutout to you pastel. like damn. idk no words from me here. just a bunch of platonic hugs and kisses and thankyouthankyouthsnkuou for this lovely heart wrenching but also sweet story. i love this fandom (tmnt) so SO much and i think it’s so awesome how interactive you are with your own personal NV fans. crazy how we’re all here because of a bunch of turtles. 

STUFF ABOUT THE ANIMATION:

okay i really like to talk and if you let me, i will run my mouth. this is the internet so im gonna do just that. so more words for you to read 😁. AHEM. so like i stated before in the genuinely scary mess of words up there, i haven’t touched animation in a while, like, 4 years a while. yes i’ve done digital art here and there along the years, i haven’t been doing it nearly as much as i need to to use some programs to their full potential. layers are still confusing, and don’t even get me started on multiply and all that jazz. shading never comes out right on digital for me, i gotta work that one out. so, for this animation, i decided to go with a very rough style. nothing needed to be perfect, i just wanted to live my little life of trying to experiment with a bunch of different things all at once in one short animatic. I wanted to do that little ball bounce thing all animation artists start with (i kinda included that with the key). i also wanted to have a go at lip sync (no hate it was my first time) and also timing the animation with the music. i wanted to see how smoothly i could move a figure in and out of and out of the screen as well, which honestly, i think that part might be my favorite. i think i did a good job, and thats what matters. the animation itself lost a bunch of quality on importing it- no clue how it happened but now the ending is grainy af. ignore that pls lol- but it was sitting in my flipaclip for god, i dont even know, 3 months now? i kept going back and forth on if i wanted to share it or not, so im throwing it to the wolves and i guess whatrver happrns happens and im good with that. yay. im actually rrwlly tired now sooo *leaves this absolute pile of words with a video attached at your feet and stumbles away quickly*

also i’ve genuinely never posted anything so i’m learning how to use tumblr too ☠️

[raggstorice]

FLASH HEADCANONS!

Where I take a fandom and give a Headcanon for Every. Single. Character.

Twisted Wonderland! #1

Here we go!

Riddle: whenever a bug lands on him he freezes. Just stops.

Ace: His parents always shut down his beliefs. Very much a 'Stay in line and You'll be fine' type of family. (If requested I will rant on my HC Ace backstory)

Deuce: He calls his mother every day and one day she just starts crying and is all like 'Im so proud of you. You've changed so much and I love you.' and Deuce started crying too.

Cater: Does not actually care that much about Magicam. He just needed something to base his personality off of.

Trey: Uses southern insults All. The. Time. People talk to him and he's just 'Well good for you!' and people think he's the nicest.

Leona: If you put a weighted blanket on him he will just fall over like that one scene in Lilo and stitch.

Ruggie: Knows everyone. And I mean EVERYONE. Try to introduce him to someone new and he'll just be like 'OMG my old friend!' yeah.

Jack: Named his cactus Paula. Also Talks to it and uses it like a doll. (Like that one scene in DRDT)

Azul: His first experience with a land dweller was when he saw a coin fall from the surface and he followed it. There was a language barrier so he couldn't talk to them. He wonders how they're doing some days.

Jade: Had a bonding moment with Jack over their love for plants (mushrooms and cacti) also eats mushroom-spinach pizza (like me!)

Floyd: He bites. Also he's banned from playing against other schools in Basketball because of the sheer amount of fouls he gets. Jamil is so done.

Kalim: Will summon a rainbow to cheer someone up. He's precious.

Jamil: Doesn't actually hate Kalim. He just needs to be mad at someone. Oh also he cooks for the Basketball club and brings food to practice. Ace is his biggest fan.

Vil: Godly eye makeup. He's the one who gave Rook his feather in his hat.

Epel: Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He prefers to fight with his tounge rather than his fists. The only one to realize Trey's passive aggressiveness.

Rook: Will bring back fresh meat from his hunts. Him and Jade bring the best ingredients to the Cafeteria and no one knows.

Idia: one time he hid from people in an empty classroom for several hours after school. Ortho almost sent a search party.

Ortho: Spends hours analyzing his friends. Like as a hobby. He brings them perfectly planned gifts and they all love it.

Malleus: Lilia cuts his hair. He also polishes his horns. He secretly really enjoys Sebek's loyalty just wished he was quieter.

Silver: Takes care of the horses so well. They love him and will only accept food from him.

Sebek: He can be surprisingly quiet if you ask nicely. He gets loud again if he gets worked up. Autistic.

Lilia: He loves his sons. He ends up taking care of the whole Campus. No one in NRC can take care of themselves properly so he does it. Mockingbird by Eminem coded

Crowley: He shows up randomly and helps students. Lilia is taking a student to the infirmary? He's there and takes them for him. Leona is asleep in the botanical garden? Crowley kicks him away from the path. The teachers are so done with the chaos and are ready to combust? He's there. He will make the chaos worse and somehow contain it at the same time.

Crewel: He stays stocked up on potions ready to help any students that are ill, tired, or in any sort of pain. He will let you sleep in his classroom and will pull you into his office if he thinks somethings up. Many students have cried in front of him.

Trein: Will go out of his way to include history not taught in textbooks. Stuff about gay rights, racism, trans right, war crimes, fun facts about political leaders, etc. He does it all in the most monotone voice ever.

Lucius: The best cat. Used to be a stray wandering campus. Will bring gifts to students it likes. Recognized Leona as one of its own.

Vargas: Always down to help students. Oh you have Asthma? Good thing I have SEVENTEEN EXTRA INHALERS. You seem to be struggling a little why don't you sit down? Exercise without rest is as good as no exercise at all.

Sam: Will give freebies to students who need it. Oh you skipped lunch to study for a test? Good thing I have a sandwich just for you! Your pen broke? Which one do you want? Also will tell you all the tea.

Grim: Whenever he eats those blot crystals he suddenly knows all of the victims trauma which he reports to Yuu.

Yuu: Has serious conversations with Overblot victims. The best non licensed therapist.

Authors Note: It's 1:23 AM. I'm going to sleep.

[kittyamore0]

‘kay we got a lot of Ethan being ghostface and all— but what if it was the other way around hm? Here’s the idea:

Reader is ghostface who is anonymous and neither detective Bailey, Quinn, or Ethan know who they are —

But reader is a lot more violent — so when Sam asks: “so who was the other one that attacked us?“ And they don’t know who she’s talking about until the reader appears as ghostface and they’re all surprised who’s under the mask.

Let me know if this makes any sense 😭

A/N: Ghostface reader...? SIGN ME TF UP A/N: Got a little confused because i was like, 'how is this going to work if none of them know who the reader is...' A/N: So Im thinking...WHAT ABOUT AN OG READER WHO WENT A LITTLE, YK, MAD? A/N: Reader is an OG who reveals themselves as ghostface and everyone is shocked because no one has seen them for years...YEA?? A/N: Btw, I forget some parts of the movie so i had to makeshift things and make them make sense but idk if i did a good job A/N: Ngl, i literally forgot half the lines they said in the movie too so i had to improvise

My Return...

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RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, Ghostface, scream 6

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

READER: The scene that happened in the movie will change so much its a whole new lot just to fit the reader in (Im overexagerrating it but it changes a bit)

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Blood, mentions of attacking, knife, murders, murder attempts,guns, shooting, stabbing, swearing, spoilers for scream 6

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"Ethan, Bailey...?" Sam eyed the other masked figure. "Mindy...?" The figure shook their head and pulled the mask off of their face. "Quinn.." Tara shook her head. "You're dead though..." Quinn chuckled. "It was all an act!" Tara backed up into the nearby brick, feeling the brick be loose.

"You're all crazy..." Ethan shrugged. "We prefer the term psychotic," Sam shook her head. "It was you three...the subway, the apartment, that goddamn old building!" Quinn, Bailey, Ethan quirked an eyebrow. "What building?" Bailey asked while pointing his gun furhter into Sam's direction. "What..?" Bailey rolled his eyes. "What building, Sam?"

Quinn raised a finger. "Hold on. We never attacked them at the old building," Ethan nodded. "Then who..?"

"Surprise..."

Tara and Sam swiftly turned around to meet another Ghostface, one that felt...off.

"Who the hell are you?!" Quinn shouted. "Is that a way to treat someone who has more experience with Ghostface than you ever will?" Quinn scoffed. "Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?" She repeated.

"Well, if you insist..." The unknown Ghostface slowly took off their mask, revealing...you. "[Name?]" All of their eyes widened. You, an OG, who had gone through for much shit trying to survive from Ghostface becomes Ghostface itself?

They all sat there in silence. When finally processed, Ethan, and Quinn feel a burst of excitement coarse through their bodies, an OG...helping them?!

"So you've been helping them...?" Tara grip tightened on the brick. "Helping them? Oh, no, darlin'. Im just doing this for fun. Im quite tired of being the prey, so why not the predator?" Their excitement died down.

"All those years of running away from Ghostface, and being betrayed by others. I just thought, 'well why not reverse the cards for a bit,' hm?" You laughed. "And oh, how right i was. this has been fun!" You turned to the three other Ghostface. "You three make good Ghostface, but not as good as Billy, Stu, and the others."

Hearing that gave Ethan somewhat of a boost of confidence. "Where's Richie in that list?" Quinn asked. "Richie? Oh...he was the worst Ghostface Ive seen," you slowly spat, enjoying provoking them. "So pathetic," Sam starts and you watch her, amused.

"Thats not true," Bailey retorted. "Yea. Your son, he is a man-baby, let his girlfriend do all the killing..." Bailey had gotten even more furious by the second. "Shes right," Quinn pointed her knife at you. "You, you stay out of this!" You only snickered in response.

"He was a strong, feral young man!" Bailey's voice cracks. "He was a limp-dick little fuck, who cried before i slit his throat." Bailey was one second from pulling the trigger, but before that happened, Sam had ran over to your side, missing the bullet.

Tara charged at Quinn, hitting her face with a brick. She fell backwards. "Damn," you moved backwards. You smirked, before swiftly walking up behind Bailey, kicking him in the back so he fell. "What?! " You crouched down, grabbing the gun and tossing it Sam.

Ethan began chasing Tara, while Sam busied herself with Quinn. Tara was running from Ethan, climbing away from him. "I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Tara turns around while Ethan Sticks his knife up. "Fuck you!" Tara shouted. "Fuck you!" Ethan shouted back.

"Gotcha!" You hear Ethan catch up with Tara after a few minutes. She screams before shoving a knife down his throat, twisting it while a smile grin ghosted over he face. "You're dying a virgin," He screams in pain while eating that knife.

You pulled out your knife before stabbing Bailey in chest, over and over after keeping him down with your foot. Bailey put up a fight, tackling you while you tackled him back.

You heard a crash, only to see Ethans head under a TV. "Shit looks like that hurts..." QUinn screamed at the sight of her father and bother being murdered. SHe charges at Sam, who puoints the gun at Quinn. "Looks like your down another brother."

Quinn's body fails down, after being shot in the head by Sam. Sam turned around, to meet you, but by the time she did, you were gone. "where did they...?" Tara shrugged at Sam, both of them just standing in silence.

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[toots-senpai]

cod landlords: drabble series { price.two }

Author:@toots-senpai (Pt.1 here)(☆MY MASTERPLAN☆) Fandom: COD::MW2 Pairing: JOHN PRICE X READER (PT.2) Rating/Warnings: angst, drugs, lil bit of smut Word Count: 2.9k A/n: lol okay i might write another one my bad fr but i needed some more fluffy heart dragging with this man ughhh. this is unedited lmk if there's errors :)

mdni-ageless blogs blocked. little nsfw below the cut

The journey to actually get Price's full attention is one of the worst things you have to experience. Dinner goes as fine as it could after he's choked on his dinner at the age gap. It's almost humbling in a way, he pays for the whole thing then drives you back to the complex and walks you to the door before giving your head a kiss as a goodbye before he secludes himself away in his apartment across the hall. You could say he's a tease but maybe he's just genuinely trying to properly court you, it's at least what you're trying to tell yourself as the actions at dinner haunt you awake. A burning sensation in the heart and a choking sensation in your throat at the embarrassment the rest of the night before you fell asleep on the couch. The only thought before you go to sleep is the reassurance that maybe the old man was just being chivalrous.

He makes up for it in the morning though, knocking on your door too early before you wake up and you catch the nervousness in his system when you open the door. He's fiddling with a ribbon on the bouquet of arranged flowers in his hand and his other hand holds some quick breakfast from some nearby coffee shop with two coffees so you can spend breakfast together. You have to laugh and he definitely takes it the wrong way and frowns because of course he didn't know how long you stayed up last night in fear of random rejection or ghosting like every other man nowadays. But once you settle your laughter to small giggle and kiss his scruffy bearded cheek and welcome him inside after taking the coffee from his hands that's more than enough for him to chuckle back at your sleepy form and give you some good mornings. He's clearly been up for longer than you and he asks his way around your kitchen as he navigates it for a vase. He makes the arrangement pretty for you in the glass as well and talks to you about whatever you have to complain about for how the rest of your day and he talks about what he has to do for the day, an invitation of times he isn't busy that unfortunately collide with the times you'll be in your meetings.

Yet he doesn't falter and he starts doing this every morning, waking you up before work with a knock on your door and the trudge to the door starts to get tiring after the second week of dying flowers that he's ready to replace once again with another bouquet that makes you giggle but it's not enough anymore. You have to complain and reassure while you're complaining about how you hate waking up early but when you slide your extra key yo him, he's absolutely thrilled and his schedule changes a bit. You don't wake up to him knocking anymore but instead he's waking you up an hour after when he usually knocked at your door with some random freshly brewed coffee in his hand in your coffee mugs and it's always the way you like and just when you start enjoying the schedule, he ruins it again. Waking you up earlier by only a half hour with fresh breakfast he's made in your kitchen and dragging you out of bed, regardless if he has to pick you up out of bed or if he's just holding your hand. You actually start to get used to that schedule a month and a half into his early morning shenanigans and one morning you're up ridiculously early, more than a hour and half earlier and for some odd reason, he's sleeping next to you. He hasn't been sleeping that long and his muscles twitch softly in the early stages of his sleep. Honestly he may have accidentally fallen asleep with the way he's in such a hurtful position he fell asleep in. You shift awake and he's up immediately, eyes trained on you with the small fear from the slightest movement shaking him awake.

There's another one of those comfortable silences that you've started to enjoy, even more when he pulls himself a little closer, eyes softening as he gives you another one of his bright smiles.

"Hi. Sorry." He almost chokes as he looks at up at you and rearranges himself hurriedly. You have to laugh at the his desperation and his confused glance despite him starting to get used to it clearly with the small smile that comes after your laugh. The rest of that morning is full of tight embraces and light kisses pressed to exposed skin before he's off for the day, doing his average maintenance. That day was one of the most terrible days you've genuinely dreaded work tapping away at your computer, your phone whispering ghastly from the lustful depths of hell as you finish the last of your report. With every second feeling like minutes as you look from your phone to the almost done document in front of you that desperately needed to get in by the end of this hour. You know once you have that phone in your hands, there's nothing getting you off the time trapping device. Making sure to always leave that and your pen away so that you didn't self consciously touch it like it was just your second nature. Devils on your shoulders and your fingers tapping deathly slow you finish the thing and send it in without revisions before your hurriedly walking away from the computer to sit near the bookcase that holds your addictive possessions.

You weren't even halfway through your text to John when a call comes from your supervisor, the ringing bringing an ache in your nervous system that makes your fingers twitch over the bubble letters of the keyboard of your phone. You have to drop the phone back to where it was and then to the greatest length imaginable towards the salt being rubbed into your wounds of the long day that's leaving you sore, you send the message and he's not available. Then that day was an even longer day of soreness and lack of attention, falling asleep on the couch with your phone open waiting for him to come back to your apartment. That next morning, it's actually three o'clock in the morning. He's trudging into your home like he owns it, keys jingling as he walks in slightly stirring you awake. You'd left everything on, the kitchen lights, the television, your colorful led's and your phone. You can feel his gaze over your body for a moment before he's leaning over the top of the couch to turn off your phone that's probably almost dead. He's almost half asleep as he walks around your apartment and turns everything off, he starts with a gruff sigh and he leaves your tv for last, placing the remote softly on the table before he's picking you up like he does every once in awhile in the morning.

He's sighing in content once your in his arms and he's putting everything he has out of his pockets carefully with one arm hooked under your thighs. He smells like his cigars and dryer lint from fixing some dryers from the community laundry mat downstairs he mentioned needed to be done during breakfast yesterday morning. He's got some clean clothes on though and his hands are free from any form of dirt it feels like as he rubs your back on the way down the hall to your bedroom. Everything melts away in his grip and it's even better when he places you down first and cuddles into your front, sighing and rubbing your back. It would've been criminal to not fall back asleep in his arms, no complaints in the way he pulls you slight on top of his chest with an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

It's confusing but the attention is too tempting to resist. Despite how much of a lulling need you have for his presence is starting to effect the way you've been sleeping and even your daily habits you never want it end. It's creating a situation that's now become worse as he starts a new routine of coming to your house at night after whatever he's done for the day. Eating dinner and sleeping next to you for another month, waking you up in the morning with breakfast and your usual coffee. It's always to good to be true though, you know it when he wakes you up a couple months ago with only coffee after what felt like his endless days of breakfast. Rubbing his fingers against your scalp lovingly until your eyelashes bat awake to look up at him.

"Mm, there you are luv." He mutters as you start waking up fully, grabbing his coffee out of instinct and sitting up with him as you take him in as he sits next to you with his legs over the side of the bed. The silence that morning isn't as comforting, the situation, elephant in the room, it just has to be brought up but not in the way you're expecting. "I'm getting shipped out today." He states, breaking the news like it's something you should've been expecting and not like your brain has finally wrapped to his routine like a domesticated animal. You almost choke on your coffee but you play it off too well because the coffee was hot anyways and he comes to reassure you with his usual look of admiration and teasing laugh. It's dark in your room besides the lamp on your bedside and he's fully dressed besides his shoes as he sits on your bed. When you look out of your window, it's dark outside, sun still haven't risen from the horizon, you genuinely choke that time.

"What time-"

"Yeah.. Got something to show you. Get dressed." He states before he's walking out of your room without closing the door. You place your coffee on the bedside table and look at the clock reading three hours before he usually woke you up. The morning is something out of a movie, comfortable silences as he escorts you through the city while he's teasing you about your yawning as you walk through the city as it slowly starts to wake up. He spends as much time with you as he can that day, going to a coffee shop and watching the sun rise from a nice spot in the park with a gorgeous view and one of the best comfortable silences that still ushers you back to sleep when you think about it now. As the sun rose that day, he confirmed your shared relationship, shared laughs and promises that he'll always come back. That day was heartbreaking, to be tore into from your chest cavity and dopamine filled just to rip your heart straight from your chest when he walked you back to the complex and into his apartment for the first time. He hands you his ring of miscellaneous keys and he's got a fish tank that he shows off while he asks you to take care of them while he's gone. Not that many instructions given while he shuffles on his uniform in the other room. How many times you've cried on that couch now compared to the day you first walked into his bedroom and took in his place would probably have made you think twice back then.

You sometimes say to yourself during your breakdowns that you wish you could go back and tell yourself to really think about what you were really getting into. It's not that you wish you never met him, maybe you should've just kept it the situationship that it was. The feeling of coming back to that cup of coffee on your bedside and the emptiest your apartment and even building has felt is something that you wish didn't wrack tremors against your ribs and convulsing of your lungs when he's gone for too long with silence to your letters. The depressions while he's away is something that not even your magical plant can fix. If anything every joint just helps the tears come out after you've been doing this for so long. It's been almost two years now. That first mission he took wasn't that long at all if you think back to it, he was gone months the mission after that and that time you genuinely hated the way you reacted when he wasn't even gone that long that first mission. You wish you would've been more grateful about how quick it was that he came back to you after these long runs of uncomfortable silences. Feeding his fish, struggling to eat in the morning before you work, cleaning your work space that got depressingly messy and doing it all over again the day after that.

You're deep in this hole now though, despite this silence he's had for the last couple of months the dead joint in your fingers just helped you cry about all of it. The cycle of the consistent feeling of him being gone is something you hold back your feelings for, you love him too much to not wait for when he comes back. The aching of your heart feels like heartburn and you cry on the tiles of John's bathroom floor. This is a nice change of pace compared to his pillows from his couch to his bed full of your tears. The tugging feeling at your heart this time makes you wonder if you've smoked too much or if this man truly has you wrapped around his dangerously delightful string of his love. Perhaps you've been playing with the sharp string too much, dwelling and sitting on the rope as if it was a tightrope instead of stitches that are easily ripped with the wrong move. You can breathe just fine but it hurts a bit and your throat just feels so constricted. It feels like a panic attack but it stops and soon as it started, your deep breaths were perfect medication against it and felt so good in comparison to the constriction you just felt.

The keys at the front of John's door makes that constriction again but this time in your lungs from the small fear and this time it doesn't go away. You're already hunched over when he walks in and he sees your hand on the floor and freaks out before you even have the chance to catch your breath. He tries to help you up and analyze what happened but you usher him off and calm him down with you as you sit against the door and regulate your breathing. Breathing with him for awhile until the pain is gone and as he usually does, he breaks the ice.

"You were crying?" He states with concern and rubbing at your wet cheeks and this man really can't state this obvious ass shit and not get laughed at by you. You are still too out of breath to calm down and go back to your regular breathing, swallowing the spit in your throat as you take his frame into your sight. He looks so good right now, maybe it's the lack of his presence, his smell that makes your head swirl. You don't want to blame it on your lack of air that probably made you so spacy but it really doesn't matter cause just the sight of him after him being gone for so long has left you with an endless desire for him. It's one that makes you pull him down by the neck and kiss him with desperation and he meets it with a little bit of concern, trying to pull away but finally coming back with same desperation when you pull him back instead of letting him pull away.

Your chest has been cracked open again, adrenaline pumping into your system with his scent an aphrodisiac spurring you on to keep his attention on you. Everything being tossed aside with a combined feverish need and he just has to state the obvious like he always does as you let him lay you on the floor in the small hallway of his apartment. He whispers the sweetest of affirmations of him being home just for you during his foreplay and cockily talking about he won't fee you for smoking illegal substances in his home as he puts you on his bed and keeps his face between your legs for hours. He's insatiable, beard grown out a bit and giving you a bit of beard burn as he whispers more words of affirmation your way. Your drunk off his soothingly affirmations and his bare body against yours dragging out orgasm after orgasm is the best way to wake up and slide back into the combined routine you two share. Healing your cracked ribcage with every soothing kiss he presses into your skin, every wrap of his arms around your body that makes you forget every time your ribcage was cracked open in the first place. You don't know if you'll ever be ready for him to leave you, even if it continues happen time and time again. You're too wrapped up in his strings and he reassures you every time he comes home, unraveling the restraint from the string you've struggled yourself into. Every plate of food and five star coffee, is worth some panic attacks. You really couldn't think of changing it.

[hayatoseyepatch]

SAM! CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 500!!

About me: pronouns are she/her. Im An ambivert? I have super bad social anxiety. except around a very few select people. I'm both simultaneously sleep deprived and over caffeinated. I love learning about law. I'm sometimes a sarcastic asshole and most of the time I don't intend to be so sarcastic it just comes out.

Fandoms- (idk if you consider us moots yet👉👈) so if so then please can I ask for windbreaker and demon slayer. If not! Then just windbreaker

Type: honestly Irl men I don't have a type,😂 fictional men. I tend to love the morally grey, big men, the scruffy tired men. Old men. Dilfs.🤭🫣...personally prefer to be paired with male

Favorites: windbreaker: Endo, umemiya, hiragi, kanji. Demon slayer: tengen(his wives) gyomei, sanemi, rengoku.

Icks: none!

Reye (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) ♡ You’re literally so sweet thank you for your congratulations!! And ofc we’re moots don’t be silly love! And since you requested two here you go ♡

Okay so I wanna say that your second one contains smut, if that’s too much or not something you want to read the last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable. Please take this as an invitation to dm or shoot me another ask requesting a new one and I’d be more than happy to give that to you bb (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ Now lets get on with it!!

⤜♡→ I mean come on this is my blog, someone was getting him. This man is the epitome of DEVOTION. He would worship the ground you walked on. You have social anxiety? Motormouth Maybelle over here will do all the talking. You want coffee from your favorite coffee shop across town? Looks like he's making a trip. This man is chronically mischaracterized as a violent playboy and I won't stand for it!

⤜♡→ When Endo is in love it consumes him. You are on his thoughts always. He sees a cute little trinket of you favorite animal? He's picking it up just to see you smile. He would do anything for you. When Endo falls in love he falls in love HARD.

⤜♡→ He's such a yearner. He craves your presence constantly and misses your touch when it isn't available to him. I feel like after meeting Sakura he beings to develop more emotional intelligence. Now aware of the difference between love and obsession. He'll give you space if you need it, but will always be a phone call away.

⤜♡→ He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him, and if you asked he would find a way to bring you the moon if that was what you wanted. He adores you and nothing in this life or the net could stop hi from loving you with every fiber of his being.

Endo smiled to himself, he loved watching you work, whether it was the way you sat at your desk cute tongue poking out and a little furrow in your brow when you were in a complete form of concentration or the way he could unabashedly stare at your side profile uninterrupted. But nothing compared to watching you like this, there was a different air than when you were stressed from working. Your eyes were focused on the screen before you. He could watch you for hours, just content to watch you, your beauty incomparable in his eyes. He loved the calm that rested over your expression, allowing him to take in every one of your features before you noticed him, completely lost in your own little world.

His favorite moments were ones like these, your beautiful voice that he wasn’t often graced with singing out due to the presumption that you were alone. He finally approaches, his eyes scanning your relaxed form. eyes softening and heart swelling. He opts to flicker the light in the room to gain your attention, rather than risking sneaking up from behind and catching your right hook, knowing better than to make that mistake more than once. Snorting as you jump a bit. “Hi baby~ Sorry I’m late traffic was fucking ridiculous, but I brought tea as a peace offering.” He smiles holding up the cup of coffee. Endo knew just how you liked your order, never once getting it wrong.

He took a seat next to you, handing you the coffee only to watch you sit it down on the table. He offers a hand, palm offered for you to take. “You’ve been cooped up in here all day, why don’t you take a break, hm?” He smiled, aiding you in crawling into his lap when you take his hand, pressing kisses to your collarbone after you had done so, arms securing themselves around your waist and humming in contentment as your familiar scent wafts into his senses. He always found home in your arms and he never wanted to be anywhere else.

⤜♡→ OOO GIRL I HEARD DILFS. You’ve come to the right place. I know we’ve talked about him super briefly before but when you said big morally grey dilfs I HAD to pull out this absolute DADDY. This former warlord of the sea is an absolute MENACE.

⤜♡→ Crocodile has met his match when it comes to you, the only one brave enough to throw sarcasm his way, it's a battle of wits. One in which there is no clear victor. Though those around you are more concerned with the fact that you are still breathing after talking to him like that.

⤜♡→ With that being said, Crocodile has a clear soft spot for you. No one who values their life brings it up though. They all remember what happened to the last poor soul who did.

⤜♡→ This man never believed in love, thought it foolish and childish. he saw no gain from something as silly as affection. He saw it as a clear weakness. However one morning as the sun's rays slipped through his windows, casting a euphoric glow over your still bare form from the night before, did he realize that he was capable of such feelings. Because even he couldn't deny thats exactly what was swarming in his chest as he leans down to press a kiss on your sleeping face.

⤜♡→ He tries to cut things off then and there, but with the days that follow he realizes he can't go on without you. Finding you and pressing a desperate kiss to your lips. For once uncaring if anyone saw, he needed you by his side. And anyone who dared to try him wouldn't live to tell the tale.

(Okay here's the smut, some warnings before you take a look: size difference, praise, dcryphilla, implied being caught, mentions of violence)

Crocodile grinned maliciously, if there was one thing he loved more than anything it was watching tears cascade down your cheeks. You always looked so beautiful when crying. But not from sadness, no, you see Crocodile would give a slow painful arduous death to anyone who dared even look at you the wrong way. Not his prized gem, his greatest treasure, far more valuable to him than the One Piece itself. No, never those kinds of tears. He instead loved the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you lost yourself on his cock. Whether it was you absolutely lost in pleasure, his name the only word on your lips, or as you were now: struggling to take the sheer size of his girth. Leaning forward he let a large hand come to your face, his thumb swiping some of the tears that had slipped past your lashes. “Here, doll, I’ll be generous.” He brings the same thumb between your legs using your own tears as lube to guide the rubbing of his thumb on your clit. Smirking at the shudder that wracks your form from the contact.

“Come on sweetness, you’re only halfway there and you're fussing this much already? You’d think after all the times you’ve taken my cock this wouldn’t be so hard on you.” He tsks, feigning sympathy, but you both know he is anything but sympathetic. Especially not when he lays a large hand on your shoulder. “And since I’m feeling so generous why don’t you let me help you, hm?” Using his hand as leverage, he forces your body to take the rest of him, basking in the loud drawn-out moan you let out as he bottoms out. “Atta girl.” He purrs.” See I knew you could do it.” He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, grinning once more as you begin to move. Right as you begin to set a steady pace, his head thrown back in the feeling of you, a shrill ring sounds from the communicator device on his desk. Your eyes blow wide as his hand is drawn to it. Placing a finger on his lips as he levels you with a mischievous look. “You gotta be quiet, kitten, I’d hate to have to stop fucking you to kill whoever’s on the other line for hearing the sounds that are meant for my ears only.” And as he answers the device you could only hope who was on the other end knew how to hold their own, because with the way his hand was guiding your hips you knew being silent was out of the question.

[medievildead]

for the ship opinion bingo kratos/heimdall 👉👈

HOOOO BOY SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A RANT however you did ask for my opinion and this is my blog so you know what. I am gonna post it. And this will be the only time I talk about it.

I reeeeeally don't like kradall it creeps me out and I don't understand it at fucking all. I see people try to make Hear Me Out posts about them and AUs about them and it just makes less and less sense to me (and I KNOW this is bold ass words coming from me I KNOW) but the canon dynamic that does exist for them at no point to me ever at all in the slightest tipped me off or made me think to ship them. Never clicked.

Then again you gotta remember that I'm someone who has been autistic about Kratos since 2005 and I am so incredibly damn picky about shipping him unironically with anyone. Shipping Kratos with Heimdall knowing the kind of person Kratos is and what hes gone through to Become his new self in the norse saga just doesn't make sense. A lot of kradall I see (that isn't non/con honestly another huge reason I don't vibe with it is that a bunch of people use it as a bolt for r/pe stuff in the early moments of Ragnarok fandom) is just them in a very ooc marriage situation I can't wrap my head around. Throwing Kratos into a heavy intense relationship is dumb to me like it took him centuries to fucking get over Lysandra and then moving on to Faye and I'm expected to belive the Hear Me Out posts about why Kratos would be in a long term relationship with.... Heimdall? The guy who is a complete prick to giants? Who actively said misogynistic shit about Atreus' mom who Kratos still loves with his whole heart? And threatened to actively kill his 14 year old son? Kratos's son? Kratos who has lifelong trauma about his child dying from war? I'm not buying it im sorry. No way you cook it will convince me.

In the early points of the ships existence honestly felt to me like people who were into Heimdall just wanted to explore a crutch for brat breaking. But its just genuinley not something I'm into. I'm a firm believer of ship and let ship as long as its harmless and for the most part it is! It's people having fun but it's not for me and never, ever ever will be no matter what and there is a reason I don't talk about it on this blog.

I've been in this fandom a long time and let me say Kratos x Heimdall reminds me a lot of when GoW3 came out and people started shipping and writing tons of Kratos x Hermes dubcon stuff for the sole reason of yaoi fujoshi people wanted to fetishize the gay male power dynamic. Its like I honestly feel some people see a big muscular man and a smaller effeminate man and are like "oh I need to make one a submissive girl" like again I know its just words and pictures on a screen but I have been here long enough to be Very Tired of seeing my sexuality get used as a fetish tool sjshskdnks

And. And ill be honest. And this is petty and trust me this is literally just me and my opinion but I cannot fucking stress how utterly confused and flabbergasted because FREYR IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. HE IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. BLATANTLY INTO KRATOS, A COMPLETE KIND SWEETHEART FULL OF LOVE, EXACTLY THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD SHOW KRATOS A GOOD TIME AND HAS AN ADORABLE ONSCREEN DYNAMIC THAT DOESN'T EVEN NEED TO BE AU'd OR CHANGED TO MAKE SENSE AND THIS FANDOM DOES NOTHING WITH IT. I see so many AUs where Heimdall survives to get with Kratos and valid but you know what??? I am gonna be angry, WHERE ARE MY FREYR LIVES AUs. WHERE ARE MY AUs WHERE FREYR LIVES AND GETS KRATOS ASCENDED ON THAT VANAHEIM ZA???????

LIKE FORREAL. I honestly feel like this fandom gets so blindsided by Heimdall and wanting to put him in situations and hell I'm guilty of it too, but I have genuinley met GoW Heimdall likers that straight up forgot Freyr existed and it shocks me. I don't get it!!!!!!

Theres a reason I ship Heimdall x Hermes together and its because their individual dynamics are so unbelievably compatible and I like to explore that. But I get people wanting something more realistic in universe as a muse. When it does come to shipping Heimdall with someone else in canon that makes absolute dynamic sense to me, I gotta be honest, Heimdall x Gná is the only "heimdall gets a dom" pairing that I can realistically get behind. Since they both would actually like each other despite being hated by all their peers for their devotion to Odin. Is it healthy? No, but Kradall isn't exactly peaches and cream either. So we work with what we got babey!!!!

[purgemarchlockdown]

For the ask game !! 2 and 9 for Amane 25 for Muu 8 for Kotoko

I'm a bit tired (I haven't eaten the whole day, Im about to though dw) so this might be shorter than you'd like! Sorry about that!

Amane:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? Everything about her next question-

(Cat Symbolism if you Really Had to make me choose)

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Yeah, she acts like younger me and I have a younger sibling.

The question is would she tolerate being roommates with me, person who talks for 5 hours unprompted and says that I'll be "done quickly" even though I never am.

Muu:

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I've said before INMF was my first impression of Milgram generally. I remember it really clearly.

Me: Oh huh this is some really pretty animation, she seems like an ass but that's entertaining to- oh my god she killed someone. Oh??? What???? *checks comments* This is a series?????

I think of her more sympathetically now compared to before. I still think she's...a questionable person but also everyone here is a questionable person morally. Extremely enjoy her and her cycle.

Kotoko:

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Coming here swinging huh- this is a weird grip with Kotoko discussion I Have. I think we focus too much on how the actions are bad and why she does them, without fully examining her mindset and ideology? If that makes sense?

She sits in the same boat with my feelings about how people view Shidou. Those actions come from genuine places of grief or depression or self-hate yes but they aren't...just that. Their part of a character's wider ideology.

Kotoko being self-hating and wanting to get rid of the "dirty" parts of herself...does not change the fact that the way she's doing it is by eliminating the people SHE sees as dangerous, degenerate and destructive. It's why I'm trying to get more confident in just calling her a fascist. I like how Milgram forces us to realize that the "monsters" are not really...separate from us. That there's nothing really separating us from falling into those mindsets. But to do that we have to acknowledge what those mindsets Really Are? If that makes sense.

Kotoko is ableist, Kotoko is misogynistic, Kotoko aligned with the system of Milgram. These are all important parts of her character.

When Kotoko hates "evil" she's describing Groups of people she considers inherently flawed in some way and thus needs to be eradicated for the greater good.

This mindset is self-destructive, no one can be perfect enough for Kotoko, least of all Kotoko. But it harms So Many People outside of her.

Admittedly, Kotoko is more personal to me, uh- I know for a fact that ten year old me would of been murked by her. I also know ten year old me wanted to hurt everyone who hurt her. This colors my view of her significantly. I try my best to be kind to her but that really weighs on me sometimes.

...That got sadder than I meant it to be.

[that-starry-freak]

The show villainzing Nexus and trying to make us feel bad for Old Moon is really rubbing me the wrong way- eccpecialy because I've seen so many people actually feeling bad for him

Im not even going to watch the episodes. I dont care. Moon can rot. I dont like him as a person, and I can't even really enjoy his character because how much I see people saying he's done nothing wrong, isn't as bad as Nexus, and/or "well he's trying". It just- augh

I fucking hate Old Moon. If you like him, cool, thats great. Good for you

I just- i like my aus of him, he can be nice and I love his sass. But I just can't with him anymore. Hes such a fucking hypocrite too, Mr "You don't deserve how Eclispe treats you Ash, even though I do the same thing to him" go fuck yourself Moon. Yes, you're doing better, but I just can't anymore

If you can't tell I'm tired. Like- physically rn. And I'm frustrated and ranting

Yknkw what? I think Sol is fucking right. Fuck it, I'm on his side, Moons just fucking suck. Yes, even Ash. He's an excpetion for the most part, and he is amazing but not perfect and thats how people are. But I cant stand how he listened to Eclipse opening himself up and talking about his trauma and being so vulnerable, and retorted back with basically "I dont give a shit if you've been through so much i couldn't even imagine, I want an apology because you hurt my feelings" because yeah while its true I don't give ONE FUCK because that's is the worst fucking time for him to say that

Go fuck yourself Ash. God i can't even- i need to calm down Im just so pissed off. Moons in this how are passing me off. Old moon. Ash. Nexus. I fucking hate all of them even though I like the concept. Yes, I said it, I hate Nexus, but only because of thsi fucking arc. "I'm evil now" oh fuck off you're a young ass edgy ai who needs therapy, go calm the fuck down and come back to this later we've all fucking been there. I've been there, ive been convinced I'm the scum of the earth and evil. Guess what? I wasn't. Like God damn i-

Chat i can't even

I cant even with this show. I cant even with this fandom. And the only way I'm still here are the good episodes, the aus, and the people I surround myself with. So thank you Zee. Thank you Alex and Chills and Polaris. You guys make this show actually worth it

Now excuse me as I get ready for bed

And of course, cause I know this probably will piss people off, well have a good old disclaimer

This is just my opinion. It is not for debate, I'm just venting. I am frustrated. I mean no ill intent to anyone but fiction characters. im just ranting

[11queensupreme11]

Unpopular opinion of the ROR fandom, I don't like that they pair gods with humans, don't get me wrong, I don't hate people who pair them but I don't really see the point. ☠️

An example is with TetonPosy (my favorite 🥰), I don't like Poseidon x Kojiro, seriously, I don't like it, unfortunately for me the fandom in Spanish (I don't know if the same thing happens in the English one), almost always (if not always) they pair it with Kojiro. And Poseidon never showed interest in Kojiro, instead he detested him, damn it, at which point Poseidon showed that he felt attached to the human that he considered inferior.

Also the fact that my favorite tenton died at the hands of the Japanese, and that he is old:( (all the other humans, even over 100 years old, look young and Kojiro doesn't, he looks like an old man; and he is (ignoring that the gods are greater than them). I don't like him per se, and Kojiro's appearance doesn't improve overall. For me (fucked personal opinion), seeing a couple where one looks young person with that appearance and being with someone with an elderly appearance is ... strange (sorry if it sounds controversial, but that's how I think

The people pairing Qin and Hades is another example, saying that they are kings of both worlds among other things, yes I admit that Hades recognized Qin but as far as I remember it was because it reminded him of Poseidon. They even dared to steal the phrase quoted by Poseidon and put it to Qin .😡

It's that of: a perfect god, blah blah, I don't remember what else was about the phrase (I forgot it)

They pair Shiva too much with Raiden when it has been shown that they have partners (Shiva) and canonical love interest (Raiden if I remember correctly)

Adam and Zeus, seriously, I have to explain this. (If there are people who match them)

Buddha and Zengoku (was that the boy's name?) I see them as a relationship like brothers in general, I see relationships with Buddha as a friend-brother, not romantically except with Bruhilde although we all know that she doesn't even fight Buddha)

I won't bother getting into incestuous pairings (cough cough HadesPose) because they are Greek, (reference to incest in Greek mythology)

I would talk more but I got tired of typing so much, so I'll leave it here. And another additional thing, it doesn't bother me that it's bl or gl, what bothers me is that I can't find where they come from to match them and the other one is a fighting manga/anime and in their fandom the only thing which pairing is more popular.

Man, it's an anime about fighting to literally survive mass extinction in humans (reminds me of the end of shingeki in the rumble) and the only thing I find when I look for them is two guys fucking or other things (sorry for the vulgarity )

And The same thing happens in another fandom that I was previously in, which was Bungou Stray Dogs, If you have the opportunity I recommend it to you, it's good (you can ignore my stupid suggestion), that happens with two characters Chuuya and Dazai that the fandom ALWAYS pairs them up, literally whenever they have the chance.

And that's annoying, your fandom with the soukoku , and their ships are toxic, if you talk about something bad about soukoku they hate you.

lLiterally, one is a former mafia executive with serious problems that he takes lightly and the other is a gangster, where do you see how tender it is for a A relationship. And then they become stupid (x2 sorry for my criticisms without argument) that they loved each other in the port, blablabla.

lI'm sorry for complaining without solid arguments to support me and adding another fandom to something that has nothing to do with it, but I seriously hate that in fandom the first thing they ask you is: What pairings do you like? (It has happened to me with ror in face groups :( when romance is not the central thing in ror

i don't ship anyone in ror tbh, ror is one of the manga/animes where i dont ship anyone cuz im just so focused on the future fight matchups. but im pretty sure ppl are shipping the gods with their human opponents because they interacted with each other the most, which makes for good shipping material.

but not all characters in a ship need to have interacted with each other in canon.

one thing you gotta know about shipping, is that it doesn't need to make a point. it doesn't need to make sense. people pretty much just ship what they want. it's just a fun lil thing, we're basically little girls playing with our barbie dolls and making them kiss each other 🤷‍♀️ it doesn't matter if character a canonically hates character b's guts and would never romantically like them, or if character c and character d never interacted.

literally one person just needs to take a look at these characters and go "hmmm i think they would go well together" and bam, a ship is born. there doesn't need to be a reason or a point to it

but i get what you mean about how shippers annoy you. lately jjk shippers are starting to annoy me too (they doxx and bully ppl who like over ships they dont personally like, and accuse boy x girl shippers of homophobia because of it 💀 ppl really need to stop acting as if their gay ship is a form of activism, its not). i haven't seen any toxicity in the ror fandom over their ships yet and that's probably because the fans aren't from america (which is where the majority of those crazy toxic shippers are from)

when an anime/manga's fandom gets too toxic for me, i honestly just stay away. i focus more on reading theories and analyses rather than admire fanarts featuring a ship and stuff like that, which helps in twitter cuz my timeline changes

[eyehandanonaccount]

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i sometimes do original art/text posts, but other than that you’ll see a bunch of reblogs. fandoms (gahhh why did i not say fandoms before editing this????) : i would give a list of them, but i’ll definitely forget to mention some of them :,]

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[ladymorghul]

i agree with most of things that previous anan said but the one thing i find amusing is how this person said it's bullshit they adapted daeron into aemond. like read the book and then speak of it. maybe you'll find secret pages of aemond being more than one dimensional villain on the pages. and send me photos if you find it. i often find it amusing that people who are happy that aemond isn't like in the books tend to turn around and say hey, they never gave ANY daeron's personality traits to him even after there were leaks of scripts where Sapochnik clearly cut him out of the show and how George stepped in just after Sapochnik was fired and reassured fans daeron will be included. it's clear they wanted to cut him out and any person who is fine with daeron being out of the show is no green stan at all. daeron is too important to toss him aside but how could people who haven't read the books know it, they needed to see George behaviour and then they finally understood that maybe daeron is someone essential to greens and not Sapochnik weird fantasies

i do agree that aemond was humanized, i don't know if they did it with daeron on their minds and, frankly anon, im tired of not any concrete proof that miguel is THE ONLY evil behind all decisions greens don't like. want something that's hard to swallow? unlike the majority of team black stans, at least half of green stans are rhaenicents. personally i am not interested in this ship at all beyond episode 7, but ryan likes it. he said about rhaenicent:

“I think there’s actually still hope, even with Luke’s death,” Condal said on the House of the Dragon podcast. “The problem moving forward is it’s only so much in Alicent and Rhaenyra’s control anymore. Now we’re dealing with their sons and what we know from history is that war is often fought by the young 16-22 year old angry, testosterone loaded sons of the people that are trying to hold onto their power.”

it is my solid belief that while there have definitely been things that have set ryan and miguel apart, that ryan is not you friend as a green stan and neither is grrm. grrm said he liked the show, he said he liked show viserys better, he is a daemon fan first and foremost. he's not here to save the greens lol and i don't think he's here to save anyone

also... about daeron: ryan announced before miguel left or grrm was gonna be involved that daeron exists and that there just wasn't space for him in s1. could this be a lie madeup on the spot bc people were calling it out? maybe. but how much of the fandom do you think are greens compared to team black and how much of those greens have read the books that they'd make such noise that somehow it was actually them that reminded the showmakers of daeron?

anyway yeah aemond WAS humanized and that's good. that's what you want from a weird, one dimensional history told by 3 sources. whether that means that they consciously took from daeron or not, it's not something we can know for sure. but imo the point of the show is to make all of the characters more nuanced and give them depth so imo there shouldn't be just one character that gets to play a role that's the "good one" as daeron is in the books, and i hope they do it with aegon too. however, to your credit, and i understand the frustration, aemond has been given some of aegon's stuff so it's possible.

this is what i'm saying though. i also don't agree with everything the prev anon said in terms of characters, but this type of talk is also what has started some division in the fandom of aegon vs aemond vs daeron vs whatever. like that one anon i had who called me gross names and were calling aemond "wallmart daeron" bc they were somehow both mad that i shipped helaemond and mad at aemond and helaena separately iirc.

[mqfx]

awkward perhaps to ask this on the heels of your fervent plea for chenglatan support... however. do you think xicheng COULD be interesting? like i can't see it based on what canon provides and so i don't understand the popularity of the ship, but im generally in favor of trying to explore character relations regardless... and i do think that the way it could potentially give lwj conniptions would be. funny. sorry lwj i know you've suffered

HARK! WHO DARES IMPINGE UPON MY TERRITORY IN THE MIDST OF MY BEDDYTIME ABLUTIONS........ (readies the chain lightning)

jk anon ilu mwah and since you asked nicely (and since i'm still on karma probation) let me preface this by saying what i've always said about xi/cheng, which is that Anything that could have possibly made it compelling is already done by sang/cheng but more balanced and it just makes more sense TO ME.

brother issues? lxc is a responsible older brother (though not as well-adjusted as he seems on the surface) but SC are both youngest brothers too. lost something during the war? they all did, but SC both lost brothers who were Larger Than Life both for and in comparison to themselves. sect leaders? so are SC plus their situations mirror each other's (one never wanted to be but was thrust into it. the other was destined for it but entirely unprepared to take it in that way; both came at steep costs they never expected to pay) and that's not getting into like, how they have opposite and complementary connections to grief and rage, how one is a mask to hide the other

also no offense to zewu-jun, but what exactly is he doing here. as far as i can tell, XC is mostly a ship designed to benefit jc, but how does it benefit lxc in any way? meanwhile let's look at the tragedy of nielan and how it also reflects the themes set up in the songxiao arc to be honest what's my man jc bringing to the table for lxc? more work??

ALL THAT BEING SAID. because lwj conniptions would be funny and you're talking to me the guy who's gonna make hx/yy big in the other fandom someday I WILL GIVE IT THE GOOD OL' COLLEGE TRY. it'll be hard because i am so heavily biased for SC (hence my old url) but:

maaaaaybeeeee ....... ok so it's postcanon but pre-wangxian returning from their road trip. jiang cheng is not coping well and is so very close to a qi deviation (always) and lxc is like "maybe if you listen to my binaural beats you'll calm down" because 1) jc needs to settle down a little and 2) it eases lxc's guilt about the whole nmj + jgy situation and gives him smth to think about that isn't his two dead bros chillin in a coffin. whatever so they do that and perhaps they get to talking? i'm really blanking out on who'd go first bc jc either lashes out or Doesn't Say Shit but lxc pure Dissociates just goes up in the clouds (NOT WEED) who knows. anyway maybe it starts out as a mutual pseudo-therapy session where lxc teaches jc to Chill Bro and jc teaches lxc the beauty of "don't you ever get tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go Ape Shitt?" which. idk how well it's gonna work. look at him. MAYBE we can work in the goddamn frogs into the situation. lxc calls in jc like "we're trying to grow lotuses here but--" "it's too cold. your lake bed is shit and the seeds don't like it. you don't even have frogs" and they do landscaping together. lwj comes home and finds jc dunking a bucket on tadpoles on lxc like it's frat night idk

我不知 FUCKING 道 KLDHLS I GIVE UP!!!!!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS SHIP EVEN HAPPENED BUT BABY IT'S LIKE PUTTING TWO NORTH-NORTH MAGNETS TOGETHER IT'S LIKE MAKING PARALLEL LINES TOUCH I CAN'T DO IT I CAAAAAN'T IM SORRYYYYYY DO THEY EVEN TALK MUCH IN CANON?????????

(and as a side note. chenglatan canon bc, basically, i can For My Derelict Favorite my way into his heart. and poison mushroom omelet my way into his guts. please support me in my dreams <3)

in conclusion: i was brushing my teeth when i saw this ask and i spat out blood from my throat. but that is just the cadmium poisoning dw

[everysatelliteandstar]

on a crowded street in 1944...

Fandom: Live Up To Your Name | Rating: Teen and up | Ship: Choi Yeon Kyung/Heo Im | AO3

It’s the end of another long and tiring day when he shows up at her doorstep with an invitation — does she want to go to a bar?

She tells him she’s not sure, she’s kind of exhausted from the train ride and moving in.

He insists. It’s no fun drinking alone, and what is she going to do in a house full of strangers anyway?

Drink some tea and go to sleep, she tells him, but he isn’t taking no for an answer. She groans and rolls her eyes, but goes inside to get her coat and purse.

“How can you want to be outside in this cold?” she asks, shivering, as they step from the courtyard of the guest house out onto the street.

“A few drinks will warm us up.”

“My blankets and the hot tea I was going to make would’ve warmed me up.”

“Come on now, the night is young,” he says to her, playfully elbowing her in the arm.

“But I’m not,” she grumbles while pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. “I’m not fit for tomfoolery like this at my age.”

“You talk as if you were a shriveled up old lady when you’re only thirty-four.”

“Well, maybe when you’re my age, Yoo Jae-ha, you’ll understand.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the reminder.”

Yeon Kyung laughs at his pouting face and shoves her hands into her coat pockets. “Where exactly are you planning on taking me, anyway?”

“Just a little place a couple blocks from here.”

“It sounds dreadful. Do they serve soju, at least?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“But enough about the bar,” says Jae-ha, quickening his pace in order to face her as they walk. “How was your train ride over?”

She shrugs. “Eh, you know. It was a train ride. Cramped. Nauseating. Frequently delayed.”

“Sounds like one of your better experiences.”

“Compared to the last one, yes. God, it was hot that time. I was sick for three days straight afterwards.”

“I know it well,” he chuckles ruefully.

She shudders at the recollection. “So compared to that, I suppose it was all right.”

They’re silent for a minute after that, focusing instead on moving as quickly as possible to their destination.

“You know,” speaks Yeon Kyung at last, “much as I hate Tokyo, it sure is infinitely better than being at the outpost.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” he agrees.

“Surrounded by all those dreadful Japanese men.”

“Yes.”

“Constantly in fear of being kidnapped and sold into the slave trade.”

“Sleeping with one eye open, I suppose.”

“With two!” she corrects him, laughing sardonically. “In Tokyo, it’s with one, but out there… oh, my. When they canceled my leave in October, I thought I was a goner for sure.”

“And yet, here you are now. Five months really is too long to be kept from your home.”

“Nearly half a year.”

Jae-ha nods. “Indeed— Though you really should be grateful for what you have. Millions of our people have no freedom whatsoever, and you get to come and go and have a paying job and live in relative peace when you're not at the outpost.”

Her pace slows at this. “That's true. Although the fear is always there, now isn't it?”

“Well, not right now,” he proclaims, quickening his pace to encourage hers. “You're in Tokyo! You're out on the town! Not a soldier for miles! You get two whole weeks to do whatever you want!”

“Yeah. I guess I'll drink to that,” she grumbles.

“That's the spirit! And perfect timing,” says Jae-ha, signaling toward a run-down building across the street. “We’re here.”

“Oh, my, it looks even more dreary than I expected.”

“Never mind that, in we go!” he cheers, gently pushing Yeon Kyung along.

The bar is dimly lit, empty save for a couple chatting quietly in the far corner, and smells faintly of water damage, but a fireplace crackling comfortingly in the back warms the whole place, and the large bartender stands polishing some glasses in front of a surprisingly large assortment of wines, beers, and sake.

“I don't see the soju you promised,” mutters Yeon Kyung.

“All right, just hang on a second. Lee Doseong, how about a bottle of soju for the lovely lady?”

The bartender looks up, and his face brightens. “Yoo Jae-ha! Welcome, welcome. Coming right up.”

Jae-ha grins at Yeon Kyung. “See? Go on, sit down.”

“Okay,” she sighs, sliding onto a barstool and smiling her thanks as Doseong the bartender hands her a shot glass and pulls a soju bottle out from under the counter.

“I'm going to stop by the washroom,” Jae-ha tells Yeon Kyung, heading for the door in the back of the bar. “Save me a glass.”

“Yep.”

She downs her first shot of soju and sighs, letting it sink in. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that the man that was in the washroom before Jae-ha has sat on the barstool next to her. He acknowledges her with a quiet “annyeong,” and she gives a tight-lipped smile in return.

Doseong notices her gloomy air. “Rough week?”

“Exhausting,” she sighs. “But at least I get to rest for two weeks now.”

He nods. “Rest is good.”

“Lee Doseong-ssi,” asks Yeon Kyung, pouring herself another glass, “how long have you lived in Japan?”

“Since the occupation began,” he answers. “Thirty-four years now.”

Her eyes widen when she hears the number. “Dear god. That’s my entire life. It must have been difficult.”

“It was at first,” he agrees. “Very difficult. It was already hard to be working at the factory — they weren’t exactly treating me well, as you can imagine — and I missed my family like you have no idea. The days and years really bear down on you, living like that.”

Yeon Kyung winces. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. But as you can see,” he answers, gesturing around at the bar, “things got better. Eventually. I suppose, in retrospect, I’ve been luckier than most.”

“Yes.” Luckier than most. The words ring in her head like an accusation as she nods slowly. “Maybe Yoo Jae-ha was right.”

“What about?”

“He says I should stop complaining about my job at the outpost and be grateful I'm not in a factory — or chained up in some camp as a ianfu.”

“Ahh. You work at the outpost?"

“Yes. I’m a nurse. Or, well, that is—” She pauses and considers. “Well, for simplicity’s sake, then yes, let’s just say that. I'm a nurse at the outpost.”

He whistles. “That’s not an easy job — even in peacetime, but much less now. You’re perfectly welcome to come here and complain anytime you feel like it.”

Yeon Kyung smiles, genuinely, for the first time that night. “Thank you, Lee Doseong-ssi.”

Two more customers enter just then, and Doseong moves to greet and attend to them, so she turns her attention back to her soju glass and lifts it to her lips.

“He's right, you know,” chimes in another voice, and Yeon Kyung stops mid-sip to look at the man sitting on her right. “What you suffer is what you suffer. No one can tell you not to feel exhausted, or sad.”

“Or scared,” she adds, almost unconsciously. “Being surrounded by men like that all the time is terrifying. It’s essentially a miracle that I haven’t been… well. You know.”

“Yes,” he answers softly.

The conversation lulls, and Yeon Kyung shifts self-consciously, her cheeks flushing red. “Ahem— sorry. That might’ve been a bit too much.”

“No need to worry,” he says reassuringly. “It seemed like you needed to let that out.”

“Yes, perhaps I did.” She offers an apologetic smile. “Thank you. It is good to talk about it. And Jae-ha isn’t the best person to complain to.”

“This Jae-ha doesn’t work at the outpost, I presume?”

“No,” she says, reaching once again for her soju. “No, he works at an oriental clinic here in the city.”

The man nods. “I see. Well, then, do tell your friend to be a little more understanding and let you talk about your troubles more freely. I dare say you’ve earned it.”

“I dare say I have,” grins Yeon Kyung from behind her glass before emptying it.

“Noona,” comes Jae-ha’s voice from behind them, “is this guy bothering you?”

Yeon Kyung jumps slightly as she turns to look at him.

“No, not at all,” she answers, pushing her hair behind her ear. “We were just talking.”

Jae-ha seems somewhat unconvinced, like he wants to say something more, but he only eyes the stranger briefly, then nods and sits down on the barstool to the left of Yeon Kyung.

“Here,” she tells him, shoving the bottle of soju into his hand. “Lee Doseong-*ssi*, can I get a glass for Yoo Jae-ha?”

As if her words are a cue, the man on her right downs what remains of his wine glass and sets it down. “I believe I’ll get going,” he says — partly to Yeon Kyung, partly to himself. She nods at him in acknowledgement.

“So this is Yoo Jae-ha,” says the man under his breath, eyeing Yeon Kyung’s companion, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink as she hears him.

“Did you say something?” asks Jae-ha, turning to look at him, but the man reassumes his smile and shakes his head.

“Just talking to myself,” he grins, reaching for his coat on the rack by the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss…”

“Choi Yeon Kyung,” she answers, dipping her head slightly. “And you were…?”

“Heo Im,” he introduces himself with a similar gesture.

This gets Jae-ha’s attention. “Heo Im?” he questions, turning once again to face him. “Like the famous Joseon physician?”

He laughs shortly. “Yes, just like that. Good night,” he bids them, ducking out the door before any more can be said.

Yeon Kyung and Jae-ha watch as the stranger leaves an empty doorframe in his wake, both uttering the same opinion — “how interesting.”