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[rainydayssj]

I agree with a lot of this. I always appreciate it more when a show lets the viewer make their own interpretations, which allows them to interact with the story, as opposed to laying everything out at all times.

However, I think the problem for me at least was not that the storylines were “too vague” it was that they were barely there at all. As in the opportunity costs of the narrative choices they made weren’t explored either. Kind of a “all those cuts and for what?” issue.

An example being the choice to timeskip to the end of Caitlyn’s dictator arc. This loses out on some great development but ok, with this frame of mind they could switch to instead focus on how Caitlyn will redeem herself in the eyes of both her mother’s legacy and in Vi’s eyes? Maybe she can explore the power of forgiveness and maturity and what it means to make these choices when lives outside of yourself (Zaun) depend on it? But they didn’t?? Do anything like that either?? Caitlyn isn’t allowed to grow, only feel regret and fatigue. Same thing with Vi, Mel, Sevika…

Almost everything character-wise was put into “turbo-fuck-it-just-get-to-the-finale” mode. It’s like they weren’t even trying to leave things for interpretation… more like touch-and-go tying up loose ends to justify sticking everyone on the same side in the same place for the finale. Which is, objectively bad writing.

I’m choosing to do the same as you by filling in the gaps with my own interpretation, but I think it’s still justified to point out the gaping chasms of what could’ve been, given the quality of writing we know they’re capable of.

I knew we would eventually reach a point where masses of people would misinterpret Arcane, but I never imagined it would be this bad.

Yes, I absolutely agree that season 2 was rushed, especially Act 3, and it is undeniable that the series would have benefited from at least one more episode if not an entire act. However, the current discourse about the show is so superficial that it's impossible to have a conversation about anything deeper but a mere synopsis of the characters and story.

So many of you expected this series to hold your hand and dumb everything down so you can understand it. But when it wasn't the case, you all started rioting and calling the characters vague, the plot bad, and the ships underdeveloped.

The amount of people who value spoken text more than the actions of the characters is worrying. And more worrying than that is the amount of those who interpret the said actions so superficially. I can't believe it needs to be explained that it wasn't Vi's death that led to the "good" timeline, but the lack of hextech. The result would have been the same if either of them had died. It wasn't about Vi, but about the child that died because of dangerous technology and that therefore that technology must not be used. The mischaracterization of Vi in general is insane. Call me biased and unfair, but the moment I hear you don't like her I will assume you didn't understand the show.

Also, the whole discourse around Caitvi scene in episode 8 is giving brainsmooth. No, Vi didn't choose Cait over Jinx, quite the opposite. No, Cait didn't plan all of it to fuck Vi. No, Vi didn't do it because she felt forced or because she is a horny animal who doesn't care about her sister. No, them fucking in a cell is not about the class difference, but about the fact that Vi felt an insane rush of emotions after realizing that Cait would let go of her revenge and help Jinx escape, all for her. Yes, I do agree that it would be nice if we got a longer conversation between Vi and Caitlyn and it would feel great to hear Cait apologize, but I'll always value actions over words. Her talking to Jinx, recognizing that she is just as bad as her, and choosing to trust Vi that her sister can change, thus letting Jinx escape will always mean more than any verbal apology and I'll die on that hill.

Also, it was Jinx's decision to let go and walk away. It was not about Vi trying to get to Vander, but about Jinx being tired of everything. Even if that fight didn't happen, the result would be the same: Jinx would leave because she knows that Vi couldn't do that. She knew that the two of them couldn't have a normal life together and that Vi would never give up on her. Jinx didn't "die" because Vi pushed her or failed her, but because she loved her too much. Whether you believe that she is dead or that she escaped, it's her decision either way.

Again, I agree that too much happened too quickly, but stop confusing your stupidity and inability to read between the lines with the quality of the series.

Arcane is flawed but still brilliant.

[lunarleonardo]

reminding myself that i should be posting the Ideas i have in my head no matter how cringe they are. social anxiety healing or whatever idk i'll probably (hopefully) forget abt this post in 20 minutes anyways heres my warrior cats x danganronpa au i have growingly extensive lore for it

the shuichi and his uncle collection

Birchwhisker would be his uncle in this. Brightfeather is his mom. Shuichi himself, his name is Olivepaw (the v3's are all 'paws)

the yellow cat in the back is an oc of mine named daypelt btw, shes a really old warriors oc dating back to like... 2019 at the very least? not sure. she aint a dr character ignore her

the cat saiouma

Kokichi, otherwise known as Spotpaw, started as a rogue in a funney little rogue group. can't imagine who they'd be. He joins the clan cus he's interested in their life and also maybe DICE is like slaughtered idk im still figuring that one out. buuuut!! he does join the clan and as you can imagine it goes. great

kaito and kokichi rivarly persists. at first he's wary cus Spotpaw's an outsider, but eventually theyre only fighting just cus he doesnt fucking like Spotpaw LMAO (´▽｀*)

His name is Nightpaw btw. His grandparents are elders in the clan. They tell funny stories to the children and Nightpaw tells them facts about the sky and he never shuts the fuck up about how their warrior ancestors inhabit the stars. at the same time he is also freaked out of the idea of the medicine cats (hiii mikan!!) being visited by the ghosts of fallen warriors (´- `*)

and finally

Shuichi and Tsumugi. Had to get a little strange with the family lines because... warrior cats... but basically Olivekit and Threadkit were raised together as siblings. Unfortunately! Junko is very present! Under the name of Goldenclaw. Mukuro is here too btw her name is Blackstrike. I'd share their designs but i hit my 10 photo limit on mobile and im not getting on my computer for this. oh yeah abyway uhhh Threadkit is kind of Goldenclaw's kit?? Goldenclaw probably found her in a ditch somewhere and went "oh yeah i can make a legacy out of this". She makes her sister raise Threadkit under the guise that shes her biological kit, and because of that, Birchwhisker goes to her for help to raise Olivekit. blackstrike is not happy about this

It all starts out as one big clan run by Jin, who has...yet to be Warrior named. And for a while, they're the ONLY clan. Buuuut.... Junko is here. The SDR2 cast are here. it does not stay peaceful

I won't type it all out since I'm still figuring it out and also I want to post this before I back out from nervousness but basically, Junko-- Goldenclaw,, yeah she's feeling a liiittle rebellious. Despair rises. Civil war within the clan begins, and eventually, Goldenclaw and her (very brainwashed and manipulated) group split off from the clan to start their own. and then they go to war (((・・;) typical warrior cats stuff

Eventually the conflict ceases as Makoto takes leadership of the clan as Luckystar. And I think, in this world, this is how the 9 lives ceremony woukd start-- some of the cats killed under Goldenclaw's tyranny come back to revive him with 9 extra lives to defeat her. They discover some sorta moonstone/moonpool (i prefer the stone lowkey) during this story. the drama. thats the best part about warriors. the DRAMA.

ok that's all i think i got it out of my system. maybe i'll come back to this maybe i won't i dunno,, i have a bad habit of having an idea and then forgetting it a day later (；ω；) so. you guys get danganronpa battle cats instead of anything... normal. whoopsies

[kaytheday]

Outside Her Body - Ace and Death

Ace was three years old the first time she saw a dead body. It was the kind of thing you can’t quite forget. She can remember the way the body was strung up in the tree, swaying slightly in the breeze. Blood streaked down his face and dripped down onto the grass below. Ace felt her stomach shift as she realized she knew him. He’d gone to the same church as her family. He was the one who made his own root beer to bring to the after church dinners her gents insisted they go to. Instead of stopping, or bursting out into tears like some of the other women around, her gram just grabbed her and pulled. Gripping her hand so hard that it hurt as she was dragged away from the scene. 

Ace had more experience with violence than most kids her age. Living on the east side will do that to you. She was born into it, like a dark awful legacy heavy on her shoulders from carrying generations of pain. She tried not to let it affect her too much but it was always there. The memories and the threats were always there. They had never left. 

Sometimes it feels like Ace had taken on an extra consciousness as she watched violence ensue all around her. Whenever something bad would happen, she’d leave her body and watch it from the outside. Like watching a movie instead of actually being in it. It was a trick she’d learned as a kid, to keep herself safe and far away from all the bad things that were happening to her. It was just another way to make sure that nothing that happened to her got too real. 

Living on the east side, she had learned quickly to compartmentalize all that pain and violence she watched around her so that it didn’t feel too real. Like the one time she had been watching her aunts boyfriend beat on her. She could see the blood erupting and her aunt crying but she couldn’t feel it. She was watching but it had no tangible effect on her. It didn’t feel real. 

Then she was watching Johnny Cade die. After the rumble, where they all had been beaten half to hell but they’d won. Where she’d been so out of her body that her mind and body were operating on two different planes of existence. And after she thought it would be good but then Johnny died. Too good, too sweet, too young, Johnny Cade. Who was the best of them and deserved more than any of them.

And he was dead. 

And once again it was like she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel anything. Suddenly guilt took over because Johnny was her friend, he was like her little brother. She should feel something, right? No, instead it was like she was watching a sad movie where everyone’s favorite character died. Like she knew it was happening to her but it didn’t quite feel like it.  Ace held Soda as he cried but as she looked around at her distraught friends she couldn’t muster up any kind of feeling. She was just empty. 

Then they were running. Ace didn’t know why until she caught a glimpse of Dallas running. So fast, like he was a bat outta hell. He was crying and yelling and screaming but it didn’t seem to pierce her soul like it did to the others. She couldn’t hardly feel the way they took on his pain, shrinking as his screams went right through them. But not Ace. She couldn’t even feel it. Couldn’t feel her legs pumping as she tried to keep up with Sodapop. She could feel the cold wind whipping her curls all around the place. And she certainly couldn’t feel the undercurrent of panic that seemed to be running through every member of the gang like electricity. 

Ace was sixteen years old when she watched Dallas Winston die. Just another boy's dead body that she recognized. She watched as he dug his feet into the ground like a gallant soldier, tears streaming down his face. She’d watched as those train headlights shone on him like a spotlight, showcasing his last attempt at bravery. His last attempt to run away forever. 

Then the train hit him. Steamrolling the boy over. Ensuring that he was dead. 

Then, Ace felt her soul crack wide open. Like a rubber band that couldn’t take the pressure and snapped. The pain that filled her body and spirit was so deep and gaping that she thought it might knock her over right then and there. Being forced back into her body was painful and suddenly she was feeling everything too forcefully and too much. 

Ace was no stranger to death. Her mom, dad and grandparents had all died, leaving her with only Steve. She’d seen people hung from trees for the color of their skin, boys beaten to death and left in the road, and overdosed junkies dead on Buck Merrill’s floor. She’d seen too much for how young she was.

The only difference now is that she was feeling it. 

Her world had come crashing down in a matter of twenty minutes. Two of her brothers were dead, Ponyboy had passed out and probably needed to go to the hospital, and their family was crumbling. She gasped as the pain that she’d pushed down for so long began to fill her body, right down to her toes. It left her head spinning and her stomach rebelling the little beer and chocolate cake she’d had before the rumble. Soon she was emptying the contents of her stomach on the ground. Hearing and feeling too much as Soda and Darry pleaded for their little brother to just wake up. Two-Bit was crying and Steve was trying and failing to console Soda. What were they going to do? How would they deal with this big gaping hole that tragedy had left in their family? 

Ace was sixteen when her only family left had shattered before her eyes. She just didn’t know how old she’d be when she could start to pick up the pieces again. 

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[catgrandpa]

Are there any good Arkham!verse dimension hopping fics? I really want Red Hood and Arkham Knight to meet.

[wlwinry]

mm. i know i already did a pjo au but now im seriously considering a set-in-fh-canon au where fabian is in fact the son of poseidon, not bill seacaster. it's rotating in my brain.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

The odd things about both recent live action Barry Allens is neither really seems like they want to be Barry Allen. TV Barry often comes across like Wally West's personality grafted onto Barry's Geoff Johns' mandated backstory, something comic writers have also been guilty of since his resurrection (just no escaping the fact that Wally is now the default version of the Flash for many). Movie Barry, however, appears to be just Miller trying way too hard to audition for a really neurotic Spider-Man movie. It honestly feels like DC and WB's has no clue what they actually want from a Flash adaptation except for it to resemble their IP.

[kideternity]

Most important thing in the world to me is that IMO in order to be ant man you gotta be fucked up in the head*

[quietwingsinthesky]

other options for au!versions of jack & marie is vampire!au as with lucifer as their sire, two weird twins who have been around Far Too Long and who are very very attached to lucifer (<- made it so they could be by each other's sides for eternity, has kept them fed and safe for all this time.)

[kodokugumon]

Okay I'm gonna say it. Are you guys ready. Nightheart wishes he had what breezepelt has

[slocumjoe]

It's so funny to think how we both have the incredible specific scenario of 'my sole survivor was stuck somewhere while serving in the military and had to eat his fellow soldiers and now he's a Cannibal'. Its like that Doofinshmirtz meme. Its weird that this happened twice. Here I was thinking I had galaxy brained when I did this a month ago and bam!! You did it too!!

8 END is both a blessing and in the right wrong circumstances, a curse

[honorhearted]

@timeguardians | continued from (x)

Ben's brow creased, his eyes appraising her skeptically. "Perhaps nothing in quite such vivid detail, but yes," he allowed. "When I am told I must make an effort, I expect the same to be done for me in return."

“And you are quite sure that I am not the ambassador selected for this mission?”

Ben grinned at that, a soft chuckle rumbling low in his throat. But once it became evident that this woman was not joking, his smile wiped clean and he straightened, looking her over with growing bafflement. "Of course I'm sure," he replied. "Tactical plans are not fit for a woman, nor is the fairer s.ex welcome to discuss strategy. It just isn't done."

Her request for tea brought a raised eyebrow, though not one borne of ill will. "We have liberty tea," Ben offered, "though I'll be the first to admit it's godawful...unless you have an affinity for boiled water and sweet goldenrod, of course. We only include raspberry if it's on hand."

When she accepted the offer of coffee, he nodded and turned to lead her farther into camp. "Can you at least share with me your name?" he asked. "If you truly are the ambassador, would I not have already heard it?"

“My time is only wasted if you refuse to yield favorable results.”

He snorted at that, resisting an eyeroll. God, she sounded just like Anna... What was with the fairer s.ex and believing they knew how to better handle his job?

"Likewise, madam," Ben muttered. "But then, I suppose that depends entirely upon what you're proposing."

[antiquatedsimmer]

Edith finally went into Labor within a few hours Jackson Coombes was born!

Jackson Jacob Coombes - 1890s

unfortunately, during the hustle and bustle of their son being born, everyone forgot Josephine's birthday....

Josephine Mallory Coombes aged up to a child!

[the-melancholic-human]

I am in love with the thought of simon riley being a grumpy snobby nobleman who marries a boorish reckless girl that’s just a ray of sunshine

Simon views marriage as a way to protect his legacy, a way to carry out his high esteem bloodline, he views marriage as a financial decision, after all he’s in his late thirties now and he’s not getting any younger, a few silver strands of hair that decorate his dirty-blonde hair prove that fact

As much as he hates the thought of tolerating a woman who will stick to him for the rest of his life like an unwanted disease, he knows that it’s for the best, he needs heirs to protect his fortune after his death

And so he needs to find a wife as soon as possible, he can not marry a woman from a noble family, from what he has seen so far, noble women are more demanding, they’re constantly in need for attention and because they are used to living lavish lives they tend to be careless with money, he knows that if he marries a noble woman her family would constantly ask to visit her and that means even more unnecessary social events simon must attend, and so he has to search elsewhere for a wife

But he has a plan, instead of going for a woman with high status, he’ll just marry one of the girls that live in the village, and wouldn’t you know it, one of his farmers was more than glad to marry off his daughter to the duke for some quick cash

And a week later, the girl is standing on the porch of his manor holding her suitcase, looking like a lost puppy, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt nervously as she’s waiting for someone to invite her into her new home

Instead of her husband opening the door to her, kissing her cheeks and giving her a warm hug, there’s the mean old lady that does the cooking for the riley manor, standing in front of her in the doorway

And as soon as the poor girl drops off her old ugly suitcase at her bedroom (and simon’s bedroom ofc) she’s running barefoot in the garden to catch a lizard

Now picture this, simon jumps off his stallion in the evening, waiting for his new “wife” to come greet him when he hears screams from the garden, so he runs to the garden to make sure everything is okay, and the scene before him is just unbelievably peculiar:

A young beautiful girl, running around the garden, her underskirt shoved into her belt, her feet covered in mud, and her hair an absolute mess, chasing the old maid with a lizard in her tiny soft hands

And when she runs up to simon, holding up the slimy creature to show it to her new husband, simon is just fucking in love.

Part 2 is here btw:

[tragicblondie]

thinking about the ending of dragon age 2 as a mage hawke who sided with the mages at the end of the fifth blight, the warden defeats the archdemon and saves ferelden. they are paraded through denerim to the sounds of cheering crowds. if they don't survive, their memory lives on in a tale of great heroism and sacrifice for years to come. the inquisitor celebrates at skyhold with the rest of their companions after they beat corypheus, the threat finally ended, the inquisition a success.

but not hawke. you can fight with everything you have to support the mages, but there is no grand fanfare when it is over. the villain succumbs to corruption and dies unceremoniously - you don’t even get the satisfaction of striking the killing blow. you can’t get a round at the hanged man to celebrate. it’s time to go. you and your friends can never sit around your table at the hanged man again. you can’t be seen here when the templars come to clean up the mess. nothing will be the same. you have given seven years of your life trying to hold kirkwall together, accepted your accolades and played the part of champion, and you watch it fall apart anyway. and how much of that is your fault? this city has been stained in your blood since before you could remember, since before the blood was your own.

you lost your sister when you lost your first home. even so, you tried to live by the advice you gave fenris - when you stop running, you build a life. the estate that you clawed your family back into stands looming and empty. it is the last place you saw your mother alive, and you still can't bear to touch her things, and you will never even see her room again. bodahn and sandal are making preparations to leave for orlais, orana will find other work with the skills she's learned, and the house will remain, a hollow testament to your family's legacy. gamlen will hear only the stories. your brother fought by your side when it mattered, despite everything. even so, he will stay behind, and you might never see him again.

no, there is no time for a celebration. instead you get a cautious acknowledgement from the templars, a tense goodbye, and then you can never go home again. for the second time. you thought you could build a life, and you tried. you held on as long as you could, you made friends, you fell in love, you clung to the last vestiges of your family, but most of them will be forced to leave your side anyway. you won, but even that wasn't enough.

[nausikaaa]

for all i love the ides of march memes, something to remember today is that a) killing Caesar wasn't about overthrowing a tyrannical dictator and b) it ultimately didn't save the republic.

a) Caesar was a well liked leader among the common people. he distributed food to the populace, land to his soldiers, and it looked to them like he protected the borders in Gaul. the average person in Rome didn't really care if they were ruled by a senate or a dictator, so long as their lives were tolerable. the senate didn't kill Caesar for the people, they did it for themselves. it was just about putting the power back in the hands of many autocrats, rather than one.

b) Caesar's assassination directly led to TWO civil wars, with Augustus, who inherited Caesar's name, money and soldiers, coming out on top becoming the first emperor. all the damage that was done by subsequent power-mad emperors was his legacy. but if Caesar had just grown old and died in his bed, the republic probably would have reformed in his wake.

in conclusion, if you're gonna violently kill a bad politician, i support you, but please keep the energy up after that and make sure society as a whole gets better, instead of just letting someone else step in to fill the vacuum and continue their shitty legacy.

or, you know, use your access to democracy, which the common Romans did not have, and vote tyrannical politicians out. then make it stick by doing something continuously to help out on the ground.

[shizunitis]

no cause it’s better that it was shen yuan who was born in the modern world instead of binghe. imagine his unhinged ass in the forums. his fandom legacy.

the “What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals” type copypasta he’d bestow upon the most innocent of mischaracterisations (of shen qingqiu, of course) in the comments.

there would be t-shirts sold of his handle. how he secured ‘heavenly pillar’ we cannot prove but highly suspect wasn’t without bloodshed.

he would not think himself above dabbling in fanfiction, both enjoying it and writing it. he would absolutely re-write the entire novel if airplane dared do what he did to pidw to shen yuan’s story, and he’d win. he would overtake airplane in the rankings, and his stories aren’t even monetised.

he doesn’t need the money. hell, he’s probably offered to pay airplane to just fix the story but was dismissed as a troll!

he’s doing this for shizun, his own entertainment and to punish the gaggle of idiots that try to ragebait him.

oh, you said shizun is one-dimensional and stupid just for the fuck of it? very funny! here’s your 24-hour live location and the last transactions registered on your bank account. godspeed🙏🏻

he keeps getting banned and yet his handle remains the same whenever he pops back up.

airplane is too afraid to drop the story and wash his hands of the whole thing. last night he got an email from an unknown address and he needs to work up to opening it