#it feels like they literally want you to think she’s fucking stupid and to infantilize her

[riteofthorns]

This is so weird but isn’t the thing about sera’s hair is that she cuts it herself very poorly? I really honestly hate the implication that she’s this amazing archer (which personally you’d think would require a bit of hand-eye coordination and a modicum of wrist stability) but she’s somehow too incompetent to trim her own bangs?????? Make it make sense BioWare

[dark-konohagakure2]

Yandere Illumi x Dumb Little Sis Reader? Breeding Kink, (Little sweet?)

tw: incest, sibling incest, dubcon, yandere, infantilization, breeding, isolation, brainwashing, bimboification, mating press

All characters depicted are 18+

The words 'sweet' and 'Illumi' are two words that are never used in the same sentence by any sane individual, the man's face seems incapable of changing from it's impassive mask, let alone making a gentle expression, but none of those preconceptions about him are held by his dearest baby sister, who thinks the world of him.

His sister is such a silly little thing, acting like a little girl again whenever she's with her big brother, despite being much too old to act in such a way. Illumi finds it adorable, it's so cute how she acts so submissive around him, and it's even cuter how she is completely blissfully unaware of the helpful little needle implanted within her brain.

Illumi almost never smiles around anyone, unless its out of sadism, but his sister is the exception, the usually emotionless assassin is practically beaming whenever his sister snuggles up to him or when she starts crying and clinging to him whenever he leaves her side for longer than a few minutes.

He's especially content when his sister innocently begs for his attention, even wanting to sleep in the same bed as him almost every night, of course Illumi can't say no to his adorable baby sister, so he accepts her into his bed with open arms, as long as she's ready to accept him with open legs.

"Hmm? Oh fine, come here sissy... Your big brother needs some love and attention from his favorite baby sibling tonight..."

He's cold to the touch, both figuratively and literally, so his little sister will have to cling to him as her only source of warmth while he's pounding into her snug pussy, murmuring praises about how she's going to make a perfect Zoldyck assassin straight from her womb for the family.

Illumi isn't very sensitive at all, his sense of both pain and pleasure alike being dulled from a lifetime of torturous assassin training, so it'll take him a long while to climax. His dear sister is the opposite, squirming and whining in pleasure beneath him as she babbles on and on about how good it feels at how much she loves her Nii Nii. To say that he's fucking her dumb would be inaccurate, his sweet sister is already pretty stupid because of him, his dick just makes her even more of a bimbo.

Illumi is as precise with breeding her as he is with killing his targets, wanting to make sure that she's thoroughly impregnated. He'll have her pinned down in the mating press as his cock shoots load after load of his virile sperm into her fertile womb, not letting a single drop spill out and not stopping until he physically can't go on anymore, and being a Zoldyck means he can go for hours.

Another thing Illumi loves about fucking his own innocent sister is how clingy she gets even after he's been brutalizing her womb for the past hours, showering him with affection and praise even in her fucked out state. Illumi is sure to praise her right back, and provide her with as much affection as a deplorable man like himself can muster up.

"Good sissy... You were such a good girl taking all my cum like that. That's just one other reason why I love you so so much..."

And Illumi isn't lying when he says that. He truly and wholly loves his little sister with his entire depraved heart. It's clear to any sane person that his love is twisted and grotesque, but as long as she's a Zoldyck, she'll never get to meet anyone who is sane.

[whatswrongwithblue]

Reader does actually try to walk off a cliff and Alastor catches them and gets furious and sexy about it and pounds Vexi... I mean reader into the mattress so hard she can't walk anymore and he ends up laughing saying 'let's see you try to do that again now your legs won't work'

Beta'd by @inuhalfdemon

For my darling @redvexillum, I know you're Overtime Vexi right now; working hard on the Discord server, keeping up with daily Kinktober posts, and also literally working an IRL job. This is a no pressure gift to you. Read when you have time and need a little pick me up. I even based Reader off of your avatar on your blog and used language specifically from my favorite fic of yours . . . you know the one *wink wink*.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: suicide ideation, suicide attempt, depression, mental illness, dissociation, possesive Alastor, Alastor owns Reader's soul, sex as punishment, angry sex, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, shadow tendrils/tentacles, bondage, use of a gag, overstimulation, lack of aftercare, begging, dom/sub dynamic.

Falling

The warm night breeze ghosted through your hair; a gentle lover’s caress across the back of your neck. It calmed your nerves as you looked down at the drop below and you closed your eyes, thinking you could almost hear the wind telling you to take that final step.

Just one little step.

A few seconds of falling.

Then darkness. Nothing. Peace.

The wind kicked up a little harder, fanning out your wings, and nearly making you lose your balance. You gasped and flailed your arms, catching your balance before you fell.

A stupid lingering human instinct to save yourself. Your body’s nervous system fighting against what your mind desperately wanted.

You took a deep, steadying breath in, and tucked your wings in. They were tiny; pink and membranous things that seemed more for aesthetic than any kind of purpose. It’s not like you could fly with them. They were no more useful than your asymmetrical horns when it came to that skill only very few Sinners were lucky enough to have. And they weren’t even very demonic looking, as far as demon appendages went. Both your horns and your wings were pink, slightly darker shades than the pastel of your skin and hair. Even your fucking irises were pink.

While you quite loved pink as a human, it just felt insulting down in Hell. Like every other aspect of your demon visage. Useless. Infantile. Boring.

Nearly making you fall to your death by being caught in a sudden gust of hot air was the only favor your wings had ever done for you.

Not that you would permanently die, you lamented. Eventually you would re-spawn somewhere within the city. But re-spawning took hours, sometimes even days. And in that time would be nothing. When you were alive you always joked about wishing that you could just take your brain out of your skull, like a temporary death, just to quiet the awful thoughts and feelings your malfunctioning organ plagued you with day and night.

Here in Hell, you could actually do that. Again and again, if you so chose to.

All you had to do was jump.

Maybe it wasn’t worth it. When you came back, Alastor would certainly hunt you down and find you. And you could just see the disappointment in his face. Hear the disgust in his voice. How lowly he would think of his darling then, that she would perform such an empty and pathetic act.

But then again, he was going to find out who you were at your core eventually. Better to rip the bandage off and make him face just how truly damaged you were before you continued to waste his time further. He was bound to get tired of pulling you out of your depressed funks after enough time had gone by. And what good did you bring to his life anyway?

You were a distraction.

He had snapped that to you earlier that evening when you had interrupted his work at the hotel. Those last stinging words echoed through your mind, branding themselves into your grey matter so that you never forgot them.

Well, you wouldn’t be distracting him anymore after this stunt. He wouldn’t bother with you afterwards.

And if you found you really did enjoy the nothingness that came between death and re-spawning, the extermination wasn’t far away. All you had to do was stand in front of an exorcist and simply not move as they brought their blade down on you. Then it would truly be an eternity of peace and quiet for you.

No more distractions.

The thought came to you bitterly as you considered that Alastor was the one who had been distracting you. All these months of his attention, of him making you his darling, of him making you fall in love with him, had just distracted you for a while. But now the pain was back, worse than ever, with one small argument between you two and you realized if it wasn’t for him, you likely would have jumped off this roof months ago.

You could have let it all go during the last extermination, while everyone else was huddled safely inside the hotel.

What a waste of time. A useless, boring, distracting life.

A deep breath. A single tear sliding down your cheek. A last thought of warmth and safety whispering through your mind . . .

“Alastor.”

His name left your lips like a prayer and an apology.

You took a step over the ledge.

The street below became your entire field of view as you lost your footing entirely.

And then the world glitched.

Colors blended in choppy formation and static screamed in your ears, threatening to burst your ears drums. Everything was fuzzy and going dark and a strange tingling filled your body, like your very blood had turned to static.

And then you were back on your own two feet, standing face to chest with the red and black pinstriped suit you knew so well.

Unnaturally large claws had you by the shoulders and you tilted your head up, taking in the full view of a very angry Radio Demon.

Alastor towered over you, his antlers spread wide, his eyes turning like radio dials, and he lifted you up like you weighed nothing until you were face to face and your feet were dangling several feet in the air.

“What the fuck was that?” he snarled, his voice even more full of static than you were used to.

Your eyes went wide at the use of vulgarity from him. You could count with your two useless wings how many times you had heard him swear before and never had it been directed at you.

When you didn’t answer right away, he shook you, calling you by your real name rather than darling, which he never did. He demanded an answer but all you could manage was a little whimper before you broke.

Your chin quivered and you felt the swell of tears in your eyes as a sob squeezed your chest and erupted out.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out and then slowly, ever so gently, you felt yourself being lowered to the ground and then your face was pressed against the soft fabric of Alastor’s suit. His bow tie tickled the side of your face and his scent, heady with Spanish moss and cypress, and some other uniquely Earthy smell that was entirely him, filled your senses.

“Darling,” he said quietly, “my darling . . . why?”

You could barely breath through your sobs, let alone speak, so it took you a moment to gather the strength to answer. Clutching at the back of his jacket, you pressed your face into him harder, trying to hide your reasoning, bury your shame, pretend like every pathetic part of you didn’t exist.

But he had seen, hadn’t he? He had watched you take that step, had come up here to find you and seen that final microsecond when there was nothing but air between you and the ground below.

And he had altered reality to bring you back to him. To save you.

Half of you hoped that meant he really did love you like you loved him. Like he promised every day that he did, even though you never quite believed it.

The other half of you whispered an insipid little lie that was too tempting to not consider  . . . that this whole stunt of yours was just another distraction.

“I don’t want to be a bother anymore,” you finally whispered, hiccupping and choking as you struggled to speak.

Alastor went stiff around you, and you thought then that he would finally push you away. Agree that you really were just a bother. That if he were to ever shackle himself to another soul, it certainly wouldn’t be to such a weak little wretch as yourself.

Instead, his long, clawed fingers grasped you by your chin, forcing you to look up at him. And though his expression was often hard to read, the strain in his smile showed anger while the burning in his ruby eyes showed pain.

“What gave you the idea that you could do such a thing? That I would allow it?”

“Wha . . . what?”

“You’re mine now, darling.” He pulled on your chin, forcing you on tip toe as he brought your face closer to him. “You belong to me and I don’t let what belongs to me just fly away. It seems you have forgotten that.”

His claws were digging into your cheeks and along your jaw line, stinging and threatening, even as he brought his lips down and gave you the gentlest kiss on the forehead.

 

“Perhaps I need to remind you of that,” he whispered to you, his voice low and tender, crackling with a passion you couldn’t misplace. He was angry, you realized, oh yes he was furious with you. But as the world went fuzzy once again, and you felt the familiar sensation of melting into shadow, and your soul blended with his, you could literally feel that burning rage inside of him being twisted and morphed into more direct emotions. Lust and desire filled what was left of your identity as Alastor transported you through the ceiling and walls of the hotel and into your room.

Now this was flying.

Alastor had sat you at the foot of your bed, making quick work of removing your underwear, lifting your pleated skirt above your hips, and kneeling before you, all before you had come down from the bizarre and disorienting high of being nothing but shadow with him.

Now you were reduced to a shell of a person, thoughtless and detached from your feelings and in the best of ways, as Alastor’s tongue made your nervous system aware of nothing else but the bundle of nerves between your legs.

Your knees were resting on his shoulders and already shaking as his tongue twisted and lapped at your clit, occasionally giving the swollen pearl a hard suck, as two fingers pumped into your core, working to pull a second climax from you.

Distantly you were aware of the flutter of your wings; a helpless reflex, along with the tremble of your legs. Tears streamed down your cheeks, though you paid that no mind either. Even if you had noticed them, you wouldn’t be able to place which emotion was drawing them from your eyes.

You only knew that this feeling; the intense physical sensation of Alastor turning you into a whimpering, wanton mess, allowed you to dissociate in the best of ways and everything that had tormented you to the point of standing on that cliff’s edge was completely forgotten.

The fingers of one of your hands wrapped themselves in a white-knuckled grip around his antler while your other hand found purchase in his red locks and you sobbed out his name as you came again.

Just as your walls began to clench, Alastor pulled himself from your clutches, leaving your cunt to clench needfully onto nothing. The abrupt lack of touch right at the beginning of your orgasm was torture and in his absence you pressed your legs together, searching for any friction that would allow for a fraction of the satisfaction his tongue and fingers should be giving you.  

“Now, now, dear,” Alastor tutted, and you felt your legs forced back apart. “Remember, I’m here to make a point. And that point is . . .” You looked down to see tendrils of shadows spreading your legs farther open, tangling themselves around your thighs and hips. “. . . You’re mine.” He began undoing the top of his trousers. “And  any rash decisions,” he pushed his trousers down below his waist, “like trying to jump off buildings,” he pulled his cock free and you salivated at the sight of its red and swollen tip already weeping pre-cum for you, “or pleasuring yourself without permission,” he leaned over you, his tense and wicked smile inches away from your lips as his took a painful fistful of your hair, “will be met with severe punishments.”

You swallowed, daring to meet his eyes with your own submissive, watery ones, and nodded.

“There’s my darling I know and cherish,” he said sweetly. His fingers left your hair and traced along your jaw until they came to your lips.

“And now that we’re at an understanding,” he snapped his fingers and your clothes vanished, “let’s see how well you can take your punishment.”

His cock thrust into you as black tendrils slithered their way up the rest of your nude body, pinning you in place. They teased and stroked every erogenous zone with lovely tenderness, their touch soothing and affectionate even as they forced you to near absolute stillness. In stark contrast, Alastor pounded into you, stretching you to the point of burning and igniting the still burning embers of your last orgasm that Alastor had left unfinished.

You came within seconds, your walls spasming hard against the fat width of his cock. Alastor drove on as if he hadn’t noticed, deep enough to hit the blind end of your depths with every forward thrust. The bruising combination left a dull cramp in your belly as your climax went on for several more moments, an intense combination of pleasure and pressure.   

After the quaking within your core subsided, you went limp within the clutches of the shadows. Three orgasms as intense as the ones you had just experienced were more than enough to placate your mind and body and your teary eyes now began to droop with sleepiness.

And yet Alastor was clearly not finished with you.

“Alastor,” you pleaded, knowing he still hadn’t come but you intended to beg for him to be a little gentler with you until he had. Instead of letting you speak, however; a tendril that had been near your throat laced itself through your open mouth and synched itself around your head, effectively gagging you.

The only response you got from your lover was an angry red glow of his eyes as they narrowed onto you, before he gripped your thighs with his claws and continued on with his brutal pace.

Too much, too much, too much, you internally screamed, a fresh torrent of hot tears burning down your cheeks. Your teeth sunk into the meat of the tentacle between your lips and you strained against the ones holding your wrists down to the bed.

The brutal pace of your punishment went on for several more minutes; an eternity for your overstimulated sex. Everything between your ribs and your thighs burned and ached from the ceaseless, intrusive rhythm of Alastor’s body against yours. Inside and out, he continued to savagely ravish you, until there was nothing else for you to do but begin to silently cry and take the punishment he was dolling out.

Alastor pulled out of you with a suddenness that both relieved and confused you. Your throbbing cunt ached from what it had just been through but as your eyes met his, you felt an emptiness within you. Still wrapped in tentacles, you glanced down at his glistening cock before you looked back up at the sharp tooth smile on the face of the man that you feared and loved above all else.

He still looked as pissed off as ever but there was a softness at the corner of his eyes that hinted at concern and you knew him well enough to know he was worried he might have taken things to far.

As you felt the shadow tentacles begin to loosen around you, you felt a emotion so long-forgotten you almost didn’t recognize it.

Confidence.

And with that thought, you wordlessly turned yourself around until your lay on your belly, exposing your backside and the tiny pink wings you knew Alastor loved to play with whenever he was angry.

A moment came and went and you were just beginning to wonder if you had misread the owner of your soul. You opened your mouth to speak his name once more but before you could utter a syllable, you felt your arms yanked back by the wrists and a powerful tendril wrap around your throat, holding you face down into the mattress.

The shadows that were still around your hips tightened and forcefully lifted your ass into the air and you braced yourself a second before Alastor’s cock slammed back into you, filling you back up to completion and eviscerating that feeling of emptiness.

Tired and spent as you were, you moaned aloud and squeezed his member with every last bit of strength you had within your spongey walls.  

You felt the long, slow drag of his retreating cock sliding against every sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you before another snap of Alastor’s hips had it rocketing back into you.

“Say it,” he commanded and you shuddered with your whole body, knowing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m your darling,” you replied, breathless and yet moaning again as he rewarded you with another thrust.

“And?”

“I belong to you.” He matched this thrust with a gentle stroke of a shadow across the membrane of one of your wings. “Mmmmmm, more,” you begged, as your wings gave a tiny, involuntary flap at the feather light touch.

But he had stilled behind you, waiting for your needfulness to build until you were begging.

“Please,” you sobbed out, feeling your chin quiver as all the emotions of the night came rushing back to you. “I’m sorry, Al’. I’m so sorry.”

As you spoke, the touching of your wings and the powerful movement of his cock began anew. You blabbered on, afraid if you stopped talking, the pleasant sensation of his touch within you and above you would end.

“I love you. I’ll never leave you. I’ll never even think about leaving you ever again. Not in anyway. Not even when your angry with me. Not even when I hate myself. Because I’m yours and I’ll always be yours. I’m so sorry, Alastor. Please don’t stop. Please, you feel so good. Fill me up, love. Because I’m your darling and I’ll be good from now on, please just fill me up. I’m your good girl and I love you and I want to feel you inside me. Please, please, oh God Al’, you feel so good, I’m – I’m – I-”

With a painful pull on your wrists you felt all the way into your shoulders, you felt him spill his seed within you as his body tense and every shadow of his went impossibly taut around you. The heat of his cum burned your walls and spilled down your inner thighs, coating you and marking you as his, and you came along with him, screaming into the sheets. Every tendril bruised into your skin, leaving marks around your throat, breasts, wings, hips, and thighs, as Alastor lost all control, even as he continued to pound into you with an uneven and desperate pace.

Everything blurred as you came down from the high together. You felt your muscles turn to jelly and give out in the final moments of your climax, just in time to feel Alastor finally still and begin to soften before he pulled out.

After several serene moments had gone by, the sheets beneath you began to move and pull away. As if in a dream, you felt your body being moved up the bed and then Alastor’s weight joined next to you as you were tucked into bed. Without being cleaned and without a word of praise or love, which he usually included in an aftercare routine for you.

But you knew, deep within the fog of your exhausted mind, that you deserved this. You would wake up in the morning marked by the bruises and the sticky mess between your legs, and only then would you be allowed to shower and heal yourself.

“Thank you,” you murmured with closed eyes as he finished tucking you in. “I don’t think I can move after that, let alone walk.”

An amused, deep chuckle came from Alastor before he pinched your cheek hard enough to make your eyes snap back open.

He got up from the bed, now fully dressed, and straightened his bow tie and monocle before marching towards the door with a pleased and arrogant look on his face.

“Good, my darling. That’s good. Let’s see you try to pull that nonsense again now that your legs don’t work. Sweet dreams,” he added as he opened the bedroom door and gave you one last warning smile before he slammed the door behind him, hard enough to knock a few decorations off the walls.

You sighed as you heard a lock clicking into place, knowing his point was made, and that he was still very much angry with you. But the storm had passed, for both of you. You relaxed into the soft pillow and closed your eyes, the first smile in days touching your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

[weebsinstash]

Was thinking of something you said about Luci. Like him crying when he sees you coming you back to the hotel all marked up. Even better idea, him regularly spying on you using the orbs/balls from episode 6. Probably started as a way to learn more about you and make sure you're safe but quickly became something else....

Like you say him seeing you after? How about him watching you get fucked crying his eyes out and touching himself?

Like he's so upset it's not him, but he can't NOT watch and listen! He needs to see what you like so he can be perfect for you, and make sure you're safe. So what if he touches himself? How can he not when it's you he's watching and hearing? Even if it's with some sinner scum.

I misread Luci as Lucci and I was like "HOW DO Y O U KNOW I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ROB LUCCI, I HAVEN'T EVEN POSTED ABOUT MY CP0 READER X LUCCI ESPIONAGE IDEA YET--"

I was thinking about Lucifer, you know, how we tend to think of him as Charlie's dad and just "the Devil" but I think we can kind of forget, he's also the Cardinal Sin of Pride, and I keep brainstorming on how he's probably INSANELY JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE AND WOULD BE TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU ALL THE TIME

Can you even imagine like. He's peeping on you getting railed by someone twice your size and that person can absolutely scoop you up and throw you around with how big they are and here's Lucifer uncomfortably reminded of how short he is. bonus points if before this you and him had an argument and you shit all over his height just to piss him off and now he's seeing you fuck some huge dude. Give him that emotional damage with the backstab buff

The thing with Lucifer is that, he's short, yeah, but like. He's also ungodly strong. I'm too lazy to link the post but people have pointed out that he literally was not even remotely phased when Adam was throwing him against a building and trying to hurt him, like actual frames of Lucifer just kinda sitting there o.o, totally unbothered. And this could go one of two ways! You could get protected and rescued by him and, he scoops you up into his arms and that makes YOU feel small (in a sexy way)

OR

you kinda like, not infantilize him per se, but you figure, since he's "this little goober" that he would never like, ACTUALLY do anything scary, but. Honey he's a grown man who wants you as a serious partner and he's extremely prideful and attached to you and you're, constantly picking other people over him 💀💀💀 you're irritating him on purpose, you're giving him sass, you're FUCKING OTHER DUDES and I can see him totally snapping, "you think I'm not serious about you?! I'll show you!!" and just, yoinks you up, snatches you away, you're magically appearing either AT THE ALTAR WITH HIM LIKE, WEDDING WITH AN ENTIRE AUDIENCE, or straight into his bed where he proceeds to show you exactly why he deserves to be your king

(Tbh I've grown a sudden uh, taste for "yandere character suddenly reveals they're gonna marry you" and I mean with a whole ass engagement ring and WEDDING especially for Lucifer and Alastor recently 😩 WAIT LUCILILI POLY WEDDING-)

Still obsessed with "i bet she doesn't even see me as a man" Lucifer vs "he definitely doesn't even see me as a woman haha I'm gross :)" Reader where little Luci Goosey finds out you're just, straight up either hating yourself or have been rejected too many times to even find yourself desirable, and the second he realizes it's not even him that's 'the problem', he's taking matters into his own hands. Like something slips out of your mouth, "why would anyone want me, I'm, I'm dorky and stupid and gross and ugly" and Lucifer is just like, "OH!!! Aw honey you just have depression :) oh golly we have so much in common--"

I also just. Really like the idea that he's basically got full control over Hell and can get in your head and know what you're thinking and feeling if he REALLY wants to. Got another ask in my drafts I'm about to get to that delves more into the idea of him and Lilith HELLA abusing their dream controlling/pocket dimension powers in a definitely not "you didn't know you had a secret second life in your dreams that was 100% real" kinda way...

[originaltravelerfun]

my biggest problem with hazbin hotel writing after everything

guys do you notice how badly vivzie doesn't want to directly mention the theme of morality?

its always there, it flashes everywhere but she chooses to walk on edges. the redemption, extermination, falling in hell, god we literally have hell vs heaven war with these themes. and after everything the question "is this the right thing to do?" just exists like small stream of wind.

never in the show charlie asks herself "is my redemption plan is right?" she should know that there are very bad people who can also badly hurt others because she is there for a long. but this knowledge never brings up and we have to accept the fact that charlie is just an infantile and too stupid to comprehend evilness despite also knowing what good means. its really weird how the princess of hell who should already know the hellish history and society acts like she for the first saw someone like valentino being evil. SHE DIDNT LIVE FOR LONG IN HEAVEN (what could explain the blindness towards evil nature), SHE LIVED FOR LONG IN HELL, FUCKING HELL. how after many years she cant deal with the evilness of her people and instead just believe in a power of friendship? WHERE SHE WAS SO SHELTERED TO GET THIS MINDSET IN THE END?

its very weird how every theme that is revelant in this show, is literally connected with defining good vs evil BUT vivzie never, never makes us think about that. we just should accept the writing telling us what happened is good or bad, or even worse, doesn't matter and it was just for funnies (like that rpe joke with Sir Pentious).

the reason why this morality thing got in my mind is that im afraid what season 2 brings to us. im afraid that they will never mention elephant in the room: possibly irredeemable people. and hearing another doubtful information makes me scared that viv goes to the route "actually, there is no evil people and it just fault of some metaphoric disease that makes people evil!". and im very afraid of this happening in the future because it seems to be that everyone just ignores the existence of Irredeemableness. like doing evil doesnt really matter and there is just winners/losers side of history.

for some reason Sir Pentious in the past got in hell because of him ignoring the situation. let me mention he is the first to be ascended of all sinners and this backstory makes him pitiful for a reason. of all backstories, they chose the most depressing one. where he is a shut-in who had no will to change the inevitable situation. bro do not tell me you didnt do this to make another point of "innocent sinners"

emily. if not for emily, i wouldn't writing this. she is the angel version of charlie who also promotes "sinners deserve redemption" but also ignores existence of serial killers, rpists and another kinds of "that evil" people. the same problem charlie has but i can understand it at least.

I am not scared for saying this. viv seems to be not mature enough to even explore the concept of her show if she is afraid of exploring complete monsters (like exploring undoubtable evil AND NOT MAKING IT CONTROVERSIAL LIKE WITH VALENTINO AND ANGEL) and just stays on the line "of pure good (every main character) and wrongful revenge (VVVs, Adam, Lute and other exorcists, not gonna be surprised of Lilith adding to this group)".

of all characters, i only feel sympathy for lute (and also sir pentious with how he was handled throughout the show). sera was just stupid and wanted bloodshed because of her special placement in an angelic hierarchy. i dont believe this bullshit of her caring about well-being of her people when she went with extermination as it was nothing. all she should have said is that there are very horrible people and hell is not worth of being a threat to her lovely power. well, they didn't go for this route for some reason. now sera got in wrong too and she got in the first group with everyone.

TELL ME

TELL ME WHY NO ONE STILL POINTS ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM AND WE JUST ACCEPT THAT HELL IS JUST MISUNDERSTOOD

This is why I only care about Lute now because she is the only who has brain to acknowledge that there's monsters in hell

im so done with this show bro

[lesbiannancytruther]

MY stranger things unpopular opinions <3

ok nobody asked but these r my stranger things unpopular opinions, inspired by a tweet where people just shared super common and well accepted opinions instead of actual controversy lol

also half of these r gonna be ronance centered because they’re literally all i think about

- first and foremost, nancy is a lesbian. i think so many of her actions and struggles can absolutely be traced back to comphet and repression and i feel like people want to cling onto her romance with steve and jonathan as a way to justify her fondness for them, when i think she can just care about them because they’re her friends and they’re trauma bonded(tm)

- while i like steve and robin being besties as much as everyone else i feel like people overestimate how close they really are in canon. of course they’re best friends but they really aren’t overly dependent on each other like people interpret them to be. they’re best friends but they also function really well on their own.

- though there’s no denying that will has feelings for mike i sincerely doubt that those romantic feelings are reciprocated and i think people are way too confident that byler is gonna be canon

- elmax is miles better than almost every canon AND fanon relationship in the show (i’d argue jopper and lumax (and biased opinion ronance) are the only genuine contenders)

- while i make a habit of being overly critical of men i think people forget that the “grumpy dad” trope with hopper that they like so much comes with him being a total dick sometimes lol

- both jonathan AND steve were weird as fuck in season 1. y’all r having a mid-off when u argue jancy vs. stancy

- and by mid-off i mean stancy wasn’t as bad as y’all act like it was and jancy is not as good as y’all act like it is

- y’all infantilize the FUCK out of robin buckley and im SICK OF IT!! she’s incredibly smart and strong and u people act like she’s stupid/a pushover/a nervous little baby

- in general i think the ronance fandom likes to apply tropes to nancy and robin in a way that isn’t accurate to their characters. its a very common and predictable pattern and i think thats why a lot of fan works feel out of character (an example to this is people applying grumpy x sunshine to nancy and robin respectively and it just doesn’t fit)

- karen is not a good mother. i think everyone can agree karen is weird as fuck for the billy thing, but i see a lot of people argue for karen that she’s really grown as a mother but i’m not seeing it. i don’t doubt that she loves her kids but there’s a reason mike and nancy are Like That

- y’all made up a ton of steve’s personality traits. i’m all good with interpreting his character a certain way but if the reason you hate nancy wheeler is because she unknowingly poked at insecurity of steve’s that u made up i have 0 respect for ur opinions lol

- and on that note steve is pretty badly written. i don’t think his path to “redemption” was bad but he’s so far from anything special that the love he gets from the fandom astounds me

- luckily this opinion isnt as unpopular anymore but steddie was figment of fandom imagination and the fact that it rotted y’all’s brains so bad to the point where you convinced yourself eddie munson was actually really important is just so...

- if you make fruity four content without nancy because you don’t think she’s interesting enough you’re a loser

- byclair is literally SOOOO much better than byler the fact that y’all aren’t going to war for them is upsetting

- this better not be an unpopular opinion but ive been seeing more of it recently: if you think joyce byers is a bad mother block me rn

- any hate that eleven, max, and nancy get is almost ALWAYS rooted in misogyny

ok thats it i probably have more but i cant think of any </3

[sevicia]

I 🩷 whining & bitching & moaning

yk how yesterday I was the one who ended up giving Mila the pill? well my sister's awake now and decided she was gonna do it (didn't even ask me) while I handed her treats and it took a bunch of tries too. & I don't think I would've gotten it 1st try either, but I know exactly how it goes when I wanna do something she doesn't think I'm capable of: she just doesn't let me do it. it's happened time & time again so I didn't even ask this time cause literally what's the point .....

everyone in my house constantly infantilizes me and genuinely seems to believe I can't do anything by myself. I'm going to a thing from uni about 1st year students (such as me) familiarizing themselves w/ the school campus & other introductory activities on Tuesday & my mom really anxiously told me we (her & I) should try to go to uni before that just so I'd know how to get there, when the route I have to take is literally just home -> bus stop -> metro -> get off -> walk 5 min in a straight line. I told her no, that I would be fine just getting there by myself on Tuesday and she reluctantly agreed.

+ a few days ago I overhead my dad talking about gifting me some money for some reason I'm not sure about, and my sister very seriously told him to just give it to our mom instead so she'd manage it for me, and he agreed. Her argument was that I'd just spend it too quickly which I understand cause I did that all the time when I was in highschool. Which was 3 years ago.

IDK like even when I try to do something I'm usually not capable of doing (mainly cooking), I'll ask a bunch of questions to make sure I'm doing it right to the point they get annoyed w/ me & just do it themselves like "you're too nervous just be more confident and do it already" meanwhile whenever I did things "confidently" in the past I always managed to fuck them up somehow and then get treated like I'm stupid and no one has made the connection that maybe when you constantly tell someone they're stupid while they're trying something new, they'll just stop trying .... ? because they don't want to be called stupid .... ?

It's also made me actually really adverse to try anything by myself cause I find I start thinking "someone else's gonna do it and even if I tried I'd just make it worse", but I don't feel that way when I'm home alone / away from home, it's literally just when I know I'm being judged by people who know me and are around me all the time

& when I manage to get something right I sometimes get praised but most of the time it's just "well you should've been able to do that a long time ago!" and like I know that it's true and that I'm not a dog that should get a treat for every new trick he learns but I just don't want it to be dismissed like that yk .... like just tell me "good job" or smth

I also think getting treated like a child all the time really makes my perception of myself as inherently unattractive / underisable a lot worse because I've just started to believe that everyone sees me as a kid so no one in their right mind would ever be attracted to me ykwim ? the fact that I'm relatively short doesn't help either

the way I get treated like a stupid child while also having adult expectations put on me is always so confusing, like I'm being pulled in 10 different directions and I enjoy none of them

+ I feel like even MORE of a brat for even complaining about this in the first place cause I've heard people say "man I WISH I had someone who did everything for me" and it just makes me feel horrible bc maybe I should be grateful that they care & worry about me so much and I'm just whining over nothing again

"how are you gonna survive when I'm gone ?!?!" from my mom and "you'll literally just die the second you move out" from my sister and "don't even try, it's too dangerous" from my dad and I just keep quiet because I can't even prove them wrong because they're not wrong. I CAN'T do anything by myself and I AM slow at everything (which is just me trying to avoid calling myself stupid) and I AM lazy and have no common sense.

maybe this is the reason most of my daydreams consist of me being like 30 and living on my own lol

[longeyelashedtragedy]

⭐^⭐

⭐ ⭐ both below the cut!

first, let's do: something from the unpublished fic colloquially known as "Jamie did a bad bad thing." I guess the working title is "red red red." it's too disjointed to have a proper title yet--

“I’ll just be honest, Jamie.  Some of my friends think you’re gay.”

Jamie’s heart is instantly pounding so much he feels like he can’t breathe. “Who does?  Which friends?”

“Does it matter?”

"Of course it fucking matters. I want to know who's saying that kind of shit about me."

"As if being gay was the worst thing in the world, Jamie. Jesus Christ."

Jamie thinks he should have a good, snappy response, to show Louise just how wrong she was, but he comes up so blank that she just snorts out of some kind of disgust, shakes her head, and turns away from him.

What was bad about it? Well...the things Dad and Uncle Frank always said, for one. 

He feels stupid not having a proper answer for Louise. And for his only answer to be something about his Dad and his uncle, like he wasn't a full-grown adult. 

He closes his eyes he doesn’t want to see Louise he doesn’t want to think about her but when he closes his eyes—

Red red red on the pink lips.  The hand that haunts him (all those movies he was so scared of back then were just a preview…) The chubby hand that haunts him, a little damp from the sweat of Ayia Napa nights, a little sticky.  Hitting at his arms kind of uselessly.  Sloppy.  Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie.  What kind of hand was it? 

--throughout this fic, Jamie has to encounter a few things over and over that haunt him, and one of them is his own learned homophobia vs his obvious wanting of another, uh, man. I was thinking about how hate and bigotry are just such pathetic, empty concepts. like, if you stop to break it down for a second--unless you're some kind of leviticus bible thumper, there is literally nothing wrong with being gay, and if you only think so cause you grew up hearing it from adults, that's extremely pathetic, and could be embarrassing to be caught in by someone who thinks your homophobia is ridiculous. I know that not everyone is gonna think like this--trust me, i've experienced homophobia of my own--but themes of infantilization kind of run throughout the Lampardverse and i like the idea of jamie's own issues getting thrust back in his face to make him feel even more pathetic and insecure. (I also experienced something like this in real life--a person trying to make a homophobic remark who got shut down by everyone else around him making him feel like shit about it, and it was kind of epic ngl). But then also we have Jamie--canonically insanely anxious and fearful and haunted Jamie--getting drawn away from reality by the disjointedly remembered nightmare of his Past Actions.

the next one: from the Christmas Chapter (TM, 'tis the season!) of Dangerous AU. warnings: being a little gross with blood, gratuitious mention of Killing. it's dangerous AU, you know! blunt but pulpy and silly.

“This blood is very sexy on you. Let me take a picture.”  And Granit pulls out his phone.  “This will be very nice to have when you’re not with me, you know.”

Mikel barely thinks about what Granit means.  He leans back down and takes another taste. 

“Hey, hey, what the fuck!”  Granit’s hand grips his arm too hard and pulls him up to his feet.  “What are you doing?”

“This is part of what I do.”

“But—you—”  Granit is confused, and Mikel can practically see his mind working and fail to make sense of it.  No one could possibly.  “You’re—But aren’t you going to get sick?”

“I haven’t yet. But if I do…I do. Does it matter?” Who would even care, he’s always wondered, if he was gone? His family, sure. But they’d never known the real Mikel; they’d be mourning someone else. So would it even matter?

“Yes it does. Of course it matters.”  Granit is angry at him.  “What about your Granit? Do you think he wants to lose you?”

Granit places his hand over Mikel’s fast-beating heart. “Don’t—don’t be stupid. Okay? Kill them as much as you want, you deserve to have some fun, maybe I can watch again someday. I hope I can.  But don’t be stupid.”

There’s so much Granit still doesn’t know. 

“Okay, shpirti im?”

Mikel just nods. There’s no need to argue this right now. 

He wraps his arms around Granit and presses his forehead, where no blood is, against Granit’s heartbeat. 

They are still singing in the church. He used to like midnight mass—the songs, the incense and shadows and mystery. 

This is better. 

Here we get a little glimpse into serial killer Mikel's, uh, behaviors. i haven't figured out when in the trajectory of this fic this chapter happens, but by the time it does, the reader will know plenty about mikel's behaviors after he murders and why he does. however, this'll be granit's first time seeing it, and he's kind of horrified. remember, of course, that granit is a murder machine and a sadist who kills for fun in a way that mikel does not, but--BUT!

this is one of my favorite parts of writing dangerous au, see, it's over the top and silly, and a recurring theme is that both of them are often on a kind of moral high horse about their own killing methods and motivations. for example, granit--and Taulant when he finally shows up (who, in canon, mikel is slightly afraid of) and all of his people think the concept of serial killing is weird and disturbing, while mikel thinks granit & co are slightly unnerving and deranged. this is FUNNY (to me, because i have a dreadful sense of humor) because obviously neither of them has ANY place to judge. also what's important here is the running theme of granit sincerely believing mikel has so much worth and having a huge heart of gold--in his very own way--when it comes to him. in fact, granit loves and values mikel so much that mikel's lack of self-worth makes hm rather angry!

[valerieismss]

Dude arfid sucks it’s the most embarrassing mental disorder ever. Embarrassing arfid moments:

• the time I went to an aapi event to try different Filipino dishes and other foods that were there in an effort to explore different flavor profiles but left early and cried in my dorm in front of my now ex girlfriend over it

• the time my now ex girlfriend invited me out to eat with her 4 other friends at a restaurant I had never been to and I broke down in the bathroom and she had to comfort me outside the restaurant

• the one thousand times I’ve had to embarrass myself at restaurants by asking for the kids menu or at people’s homes when they insist on cooking for me not understanding that it is torture on my end (I usually eat alone or beforehand)

• the times my friends have invited me to eat with their friends in literal dhall and I’ve declined because eating in front of new people is so vulnerable and awful

• being force fed as a child even after I’ve expressed that I don’t like the food (likely what caused my intense fear of food. I wasn’t like this as a baby)

• the times Miguel (bio father) would yell at my mother and I in public because I didn’t want to finish my food (I was fucking five)

• the binging in private…the restriction…obviously not inherent to arfid but arfid isn’t my only food problem and it exacerbates my others

• being interrogated by people who don’t understand my fear around food who insist on having me try new foods and saying things like “really? You don’t like that? How?” And “you just have to try it!!”

• feeling like a fucking child and being infantilized even though I’m an adult because the way I am about food makes me feel like the helpless child I was

• just today I nearly cried over trying octopus man I stare at food for so long before I try it because imagining the texture makes me lose it

• being hesitant to try safe foods when they’re made by other people which just makes me look like an asshole

• trying to articulate why I’m like this about food fully knowing everything I say is irrational and sounds childish and everyone thinks that of me as well

• when cat sitting for my professor, the only thing I could say when she asked me what groceries to buy was “I eat like a child”

• over and over the insistence of trying new foods and just eat vegetables and balanced diet and constant lectures over the way I eat it’s so infuriating I could SCREAM!!! I cannot talk about my food issues even to my damn THERAPIST without getting this shit

I’m a person who constantly works towards self improvement. I do the things that are hard. I force myself to try new foods even though it ends in a breakdown sometimes. Even when I like the food I feel like an idiot about it. I take my meds, I try not to be self destructive, but with food it’s so hard to control myself. It’s such a social act. When I became a teenager, I started eating alone at home. I’m not used to eating with family or others. My friend says she’s going to eat dinner with her family often and it gets me every time.

I work so hard to be okay and all people see is this terrible avoidance of new food and how I eat like a child. It’s fucking embarrassing. I hate it so much. It’s embarrassing to have to tell people. It’s embarrassing to have an eating disorder. It’s embarrassing to enforce the idea that autistic people are like children in others when I so desperately fight against that view.

I want to cry in anger because the people I love do this to me so fucking often and I really do try new foods despite everything and it’s so hard but I do it but no one sees that. I can’t think of a person who doesn’t embarrass me about the way I eat, and half the time the embarrassment comes from me and not them because of how much shame I feel. I feel humiliated. Fuck this man like I KNOW!! I FUCKING KNOW ITS STUPID!! I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A CHILD!! I KNOW ITS IRRATIONAL I KNOW ITS BAD STOP ASKING ABOUT IT DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[abcdosaka]

other stuff

i bought britney's memoir day 1 and read it in two days. obviously. really really good i'm so glad i got it bc her voice is captured very clearly but also its written in a captivating way that really sparks my interest like i didn't wanna put it down. it was a better reading experience than i'm glad my mom died, like that book was great and it made me cry too but something about the way all the chapters were separated made it annoying to read sometimes.

the only reason i didn't read it all at once is bc i had to sleep and i was getting into the start of the conservatorship which was really hard to read. a lot of it is actually hard to read, esp the divorce and her being institutionalized, i think bc i'm kind of a stan so reading her personal feelings on everything was really tough. but anyway i cried twice

idk people were complaining like "we already knew all this tho" but you never heard it directly from britney?? like why are you complaining? didn't you wanna know britney's perspective on everything? how are you even a fan. i knew a lot of this stuff bc there have been deep dives on her and i've read them like a lot of her early life and the stuff abt her family history have been documented and aren't really a surprise to me but i always took them w several grains of salt bc you could never confirm this stuff unless she personally confirmed it, which in this case she did.

i even saw people saying they wanted her to talk about the original doll and her music like what? i don't think this was ever a memoir that was meant to be about her music i mean this is for her for express herself in her own words for once. well she did say that part 2 is coming next year so maybe she'll cover it there.

genuinely tho i can't understand wanting to lock people up like that its actually monstrous. and the only reason is bc they wanted to use her as a cash cow. and now everyone's like she keeps posting naked pics on ig :( was ending the conservatorship a mistake? like actually shut the fuck up. first of all, in general, infantilizing someone and making them helpless is not helping them develop any sense of independence in the first place. second of all, all she does is post naked pics and dancing vids with all the emojis like what is the problem!!!!! maybe its the cctv angle but she's like 40 please give her a break. maybe she's a little cringe WHO CARES shes literally just having fun and loving her body. she's literally not harming anyone. you think ppl should be institutionalized and 'handled' just for being a little weird?

anyway whatever i'm not engaging with the morons or conspiracy theorists anymore. people on the internet are so fucking dumb and lacking in any sense of understanding or empathy. the ppl that say she should be are always so judgemental and have horrible vibes and yet i'd still never say "we should put them in a conservatorship". like you go ahead and make your stupid decisions and say your shitty opinions on your own.

kinda on topic kinda off but when my parents get old enough that they can't function i really don't wanna put them in a home or anything even resembling a conservatorship type scenario. i'd hate to see them suffer or have no freedoms and elder abuse scares me icl. they're p dogshit at emotions and i don't particularly like to talk to them about serious shit and idk how i'll come out to them if ever but i do love them and i could never imagine that for them. and even just as a basic human right i want them to make their own decisions.

ugh i made this post so long too. but its been a while since i've been on my britney stan shit so its ok. ive been really into mamamoo again lately. another other ggs too. i really like le sserafim and g-idle. i used to kinda hate idle's music but i think its gotten a lot better lately bc queencard and nxde are soooo good. tomboy is good too but the lyrics are so strange that its distracting (like its okay in their other songs but in tomboy its just too much for me for some reason). le sserafim has really good title tracks and the rest of the album is like eh but epbw and antifragile are some of the best new music i've listened to, antifragile was so addicting.

also looking forward to: the red velvet album. red velvet either releases the greatest music ever or like the worst song i've ever heard in my life. there's more good than bad though so i'm excited. seulgi's solo album was soooo good i only just listened recently but its the groups best solo concept imo.

they're making a dungeon meshi anime and i'm actually excited!! my fav part of dungeon meshi was always the beginning and middle parts like the beginning is REALLY strong. there's also gonna be the love condition anime and that i'm a little less excited for bc that series is the opposite, it gets really good as the chapters go on but the beginning is like wow hananoi you really gotta chill and the anime will only adapt that initial portion :/ will still be watching tho

can't think of anything else but it was nice to write random shit after a while of not doing that. i feel good :)

[rosenecklaces]

The way SJM called the lightsinger theories " A + reading " which mean the whole bonus interactions between gwyn and azriel + his shadows reactions to her breath is just literally her powers acting up and affecting him ( yall gwynriels are damn insane if you think AZRIEL of all characters would just stop caring and be sad for elain to get a liking to a woman he can't even go as far es to call a friend, let's use your brains for a fucking second)

Gwynriel was literally called a crazy conspiracy by said author. You know? the same one who has building up connections and friendship/bonding between azriel and elain for FOUR BOOKS now? that haves them talking in private ( something said on page and canon, not like the supposed dagger priv lessons that had never being called private) has him save her in a suicide mission carry her and all, she saving him from some beasts with her bare feet, he giving her an ancient knife that he had given to no one ever then she using it while confirming the nephelle's philosophy that HE introduced??

The whole he finding out she is a seer when her mate couldn't? His shadows banishing because he doesn't need them around him he doesn't need to hide from the person that had cared and knowing him for years now.like.. why are you people so shocked this grown ass adults want eachother and has been giving glances and little touches to eachother this whole damn time? That's how you handle liking someone when your an adult, offer and permission was there for a reason. They had building up this care and need for eachother literally in front of yall eyes but yes the nun warriors that he barely can interact for five seconds and acts like an extrovert teenager is the one he would want as a partner..... be for real

Also @nevernightcitylights babyfiyng grown brown men's actions and calling him a brat that doesn't know how to distinguish what is love and is just being entitled is uhm, very questionable to say the least ( especially when every damn men in this series has said things like he did about the women they want) and a fast Google search about 'the infantilization of men of color' is enough for you and other gwynriels to understand why is unacceptable the way yall treath azriel like a child that doesn't think rightly, is 2022 and all of you keep treathing how he feels and thinks like it doesn't matter.

Im saying this in the most calm way possible, because as a brown woman I'm sick and tired of all of you doing that shit as if it doesn't have racist undertones ( and if your a brown person then you more that no one should know the history of baby-talking adults of colour like they don't know shit)

If you are white... im going to straight up call you racist because why the hell are you talking about him as if he's stupid and doesn't mean his words, wash your mouth and do some reading of why is this unacceptable even in fandom spaces for fuck sake I'm tired of you guys asses not thinking before posting about azriel

Gwynriel vs Elriel

Alright so I’ve been reluctant to post this bc some of y’all are wildin when it comes to defending your chosen ship. But I digress.

As an avid SJM reader, as we all are, I think one thing we can agree on is how f-ing good this woman is at hiding foreshadowing and choosing her words carefully to lead you away or toward certain plot lines

From my observations the only reason I feel personally (not saying it’s true or otherwise) that Elriel is less likely to be cannon is because of how obvious it is. Like azriel even stated in the bonus chapter (in a rather bratty way I may add) how can two of his brothers get two of the sisters and he not get the third? I don’t think SJM would have stated it so blatantly if it was… you know… gunna happen. I get the symmetry of it. But if it really was to be the case… why say it like that…

Also back to SJM and her sneaky ways of writing - and this wasn’t even all that sneaky I just don’t see a lot of people mentioning it and when they do they only mention one side of it - is these lil excerpts here

Elain and Azriel:

Gwyn and Azriel:

Do you see it?

Azriels shadows are literally repelled by Elain and just the sound of her breath whereas they reached for gwyns.

I don’t think Elriel is endgame sorry to say (mainly because a lot of y’all are v passionate about it and I’m afraid I might get cursed for saying it) I do think sjm worded it this way for a reason as she does many things. I couldn’t stop thinking about this comparison for aaaages BECAUSE it was such a distinct contrast.

I do wanna say the fact that both Elain and Gwyn were in the chapter with such contrasting interactions makes it clear they’ll both have a big part to play in his book. What parts those will be is only knows to the author herself. Unfortunately I do think that yes, it will be another mate story and since we know his mate is not Elain… yeah. And I knooooowwww so many of you don’t want that, which is probably whyyyy you want Elriel to be together so badly bc it’d be a chosen love story, but… mate stories are literally all sjm writes. Even crescent city Bryce and hunt call each other mates like- (but will be get a curve ball now that Bryce is you know where and sjm is also notorious for switching up the love interests? A much better debate imo)

[storiumemporium]

Twitter making me seethe so I'm comin' in hot with the mini-Vander rant. (Putting it beneath a readmore so homies that don't wanna read the seethe don't have to lmao)

Is Vi traumatized? Yes, absolutely.

Does Vi deserve to be ridiculed for the way she behaved? No, absolutely not.

Did Vander put some unnecessary pressure on her? No.

The only times we EVER see him put pressure on her (as the Older Sibling, something all older siblings face no matter class or creed) are as follows;

1. When she comes back home from blowing up a fucking apartment building in Piltover, getting chased by Enforcers, and setting the entire city into a frenzy that VERY VERY well could have gotten all four of them killed.

2. When she talks about wanting to incite another civil war between Piltover and Zaun because she's a sixteen year old and all sixteen year old's feel invincible, especially when that angry.

and 3. When he's literally saying goodbye to her.

NONE of this is unwarranted on Vander's end. Does Vi deserve sympathy? Yes. Are all of her actions entirely understandable? Yes!

But that doesn't make Anything Vander said wrong, or unfair. At sixteen you're hyper emotional, you can be irrational at times, but you're not stupid, you know better. Going to rob an apartment in a place you know PERSONALLY has a history of completely disregarding life in the undercity? Stupid.

Trying to incite a war with them with no experience in something of that scale? With no frame of reference for the degree of carnage that would follow that? Stupid.

And honestly? I don't think Vi herself would take too kindly not only to being so blatantly infantilized but also to having Vander's role as her father slandered.

Yes, it was harsh, yes, it's a lot of pressure. But she wasn't doing something silly like egging someone's house, she was risking their lives. Sometimes it takes a heavier hand to get a point across, especially to someone as passionate and driven as Vi.

[antiloreolympus]

11 Anti LO Asks

1. Am i just stupid or does it seem all the fashion in LO hasn't recently gone backwards in time? Like it looks like like stuff from the 50's and 60's. Is there any particular reason for this? Because it seems weird it went from modern fashion, then 80's, and now even older.

2. rachel really went "you know who is the most oppressed people? two rich heterosexuals who are also literal gods ad only her bitch of a mom doesn't support the relationship 😔 please pray for them" like ma'am 💀

3. Persephone’s tits are about as large as her head when she’s drawn as an adult so it’s still creepy as fuck. Also, I thought she was like 16 in the flashback of her actual first meeting with Hades for some reason, she just seemed so much more immature in the flashback than she was at the beginning of the comic that I assumed she’s several years younger.. Also why are the only good nymphs the ones who have no identity outside of cheering on Persephone?

4. So every time I see pomegranates in LO I get flashbacks of that professor screaming “no pomegranates “ lol

5. There’s no way in hell RS would make Perse lose her fertility since Hades wants kids and the fandom has gone nuts over Melinoe. I think it’s more likely for Persephone’s sacrifice to be either 1) spending 6 months with Demeter like in the OG myth (how else would RS write that in since P is so smitten with H she’d never willingly leave him?) or 2) Apollo going free to keep the mortal world running smoothly (now that would be a REAL sacrifice and makes sense with how RS uses SA as a plot device)

6. I know the height thing is kinda like infantilizing an adult or whatever. However, I’m an adult who is 4’10” and I feel like depicting this kinda shows how even as an adult, sometimes shorter people aren’t taken as seriously? Like even though I’m 23, my aunts forget and refer to my (younger, but obviously taller) cousins as if they’re older than me. Idk if that makes sense.

7. I mean, considering the art team seems to do most of the work, it's more likely them making Persephone look more like an adult than RS's doing it.

8. Ah yes the great echange

Be the ruler of the Underworld and the price is.........losing your fertility...

9. So If eating the Pomegranate make you sterile mean when LoPerse will eat the fruit to become Queen she will be sterile her too....

But in the logic of the comic and people reading it she supposed " to give " LoHad children with her fertility goddess's powers.

I am the only one who see the problem?

------FP Spoilers------

10. lmao persephone isn’t even being shy about her privilege anymore. “HI I’M A FELON.” miss girl. you’re somehow both a member of the 1% and a recovering troglodyte, living it up in the upper echelon of the underworld after maiming a woman who blew the whistle on your operation. so much for giving a shit about the souls who don’t have the money to cross the river styx. she’s got the attention span of a horny chihuahua and the temperament to match. so chipper. so smug.

11. Okay to whoever said that Leto is the one pulling the strings here, GOOD JOB!! YOU GOT IT!! Leto does seem like she’s pulling the string here!! It seems like she’s going to be the most trouble and Apollo a slap on the wrist. Also why does Leto look like Hestia??? Unless that’s me???

[oatchi]

🏳‍🌈 for tfa. hand me. Give. Require

🏳️‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you? You really want me to fill my dash up, huh. Okay. Fine. Under the cut it goes.

Let me be clear, I accept many things for many characters, especially when it comes to trans headcanons, so I may go back and forth on a lot of these, but you literally asked for it.

Optimus Prime: Bisexual. I can understand the transmasc headcanon given to him, but I do not like the way people treat him in the fandom in combination with the headcanon (i.e., the soft uwu boy act) so most depictions leave a sour taste in my mouth. Suffers from textbook PTSD. Ratchet: Old old queer man. He's the kind of old man who doesn't label himself because he finds it a bit ridiculous. He likes mechs, he likes femmes, he likes everything outside of that and in between. He doesn't care what he "falls under," he's just living his life. Textbook PTSD, and he is the old gay mentor to Optimus' young gay in need of a parental figure. Bumblebee: Gay Trans man. Easy. Teeeextbook ADHD, and he hates being infantilized for it. Not much else to say on this. Also he's polyam and parent trapped all his partners into also being in love with each other. Except not like, parent trapping them, just like, boyfriend trapping them. Bulkhead: Bisexual cisguy who's doing his best to support his trans friends. He is Autistic, okay? He is. He has a special interest in the show. and Sensory issues. Trust Me. He's cis but he's got the autistic gender swag with it okay. Prowl: He is.... How you say... Pansexual. I will not get into anything about bi/pan stuff but he follows the logic I do of bisexual meaning "attraction to your gender, the opposite, and others" and pansexual meaning "attraction regardless of gender." He's also a he/they because he has the Autism Fucked Up My Concept Of Gender disease. He's autistic btw. He holds hands with Bumblebee and Bulkhead and is open to more. Dinobots: They're all stupid and bi. Not for each other they just are. Omega Supreme: He's so guy ever. I think the inherit concept of being nothing more than a war machine and made to have "low processing power" is kinda neurodivergent-trans. Like inheritly. He chose to be a guy and stuff. Arcee: JUST some girl. She has kind old bi trans lady energy I think. I think her memory issues probably persisted a bit even though they were shown to be "fixed" at the end, but only in minor ways. Wreckgar: HE IS JUST SOME GUY. I think if you asked him his pronouns he would say "I am Wreckgar! I... Use he/him pronouns?" and then think about it and then go "I am Wreckgar! I use any pronouns!" and that would be the interaction. I don't think he has any feelings on anyone really other than friendship <3 Megatron: Old, old gay man. He is not gay for Optimus. Crucial. He is just gay. Also I think he's trans with it. Old gay trans man that will dark seduce you. (If Fruit reads this essay. I'm reclaiming.) Starscream: As Unfortunate As It Is, he has transgender swag. I cannot place what kind, but I'd like to believe it's any pronouns. Also Gay. But No One Wants Him. Starscream clones: I DON'T KNOW MAN. THEYRE JUST KINDA THERE. In my mind I feel like Slipstream stole all the transgender swag making all the other ones normal guys. Well like. As normal as Clones of Starscream could be. Blitzwing: He/they by nature, self referential as "we" occasionally again by nature. OSDD-1b but they all respond to "Blitzwing" because they are a chaotic group that switch on the drop of a hat and they've just learned to. The kind of system that works to make up the concept of one whole "person," so even if they themselves know they're different, they are pooling resources together to make one guy often. One Gay Guy. Smile Lugnut: Do I literally need to say anything. He's gay. He's never even looked at a woman unless it was for work. He's gay and the one guy he wants does not want him at all Blackarachnia: Trans girl. She's a metaphor alright. I like to think she's transhet because they are the strongest type of trans people and Blackarachnia is stronger than all of us. Heavily suffers from the body issues, and suffers from trauma. Because of the Spiders. Soundwave: No gender No sexuality Only Liberate Robots. That is how I think he feels Shockwave: Old Gay Man. He has transgender swag I feel like he's gender fucked up. I don't know how. He's weird with it. Smile. Lockdown: I like to think he is a neutral/pos aroace who just acts like that. He does not fuck he could if he wanted but he doesn't. End post Swindle: He's just a little guy! And it's his birthday, you would try to make a guy pick just one place on the gender spectrum on his birthday? He's got gender swag and I think he is also aroace and hangs out with Lockdown because of this. Wasp(inator): The Bug gave him Transgender Swag. He's also terribly traumatized Constructicons: Fuck these guys. But they're also all bi and no one wants them Angry Archer: I could not give less of a shit about this man. But he's like gay (derogatory) Nanosec: transhet. Good for him. Meltdown: Again, gay (derogatory) Colossus: I literally don't know. Whatever man. Gay old guy Professor Princess: She Is like, idk. 6. I think she cares about my little ponies more than being on my headcanons chart. Henry Masterson: He is so so so so so gaytrans and insane Slo-Mo: transhet. Good for her. Ultra Magnus: Old old gay man. No further commentary. Jazz: Hehehe... Gay ninja. I think he actually could like a woman in theory but he is definitely mlm. I think he is either a hardcore trans ally or a transman. Jetfire/Jetstorm: Putting them together because personally I love to believe that because they are viewed as a unit and are usually never referred to as individuals, they are actually much more accustomed to singular they/them in reference to themselves. I think they accept anything though. Also they're just a little fucked up from the whole dying and coming back thing I think. I think the death and coming back thing gave them a bit of nonbinary swag. they/he's. Blurr: I don't know where this is coming from, but He/They/It nonbinary gay dude. That's all Heh. What. Did you think I'd forget my specialist boy of all time? Never. I just needed to put him at the bottom so you didn't have to scroll through ALL the shit I have to say about him just to see 1-2 sentences on some other guys. Anyways. Let's get into it. Sentinel Prime: Is so so so so so SO much. He can literally be interpreted a million ways, but let me make one thing very clear. He is NOT a cishet man who's an asshole for no reason. Without a doubt, my personal favourite interpretation of him is as a bisexual cis man who, despite the everything, is a very hardcore trans ally. A real "oh you're trans? Okay uhh what name. Okay. Okay. Pronouns? Okay. Gotttt it. Okay. Okay. (Goes back to insulting you but this time reaffirming of your gender)" type guy. Mentally? PTSD. Textbook. Often showing in ways that are the exact opposite of the way Optimus' shows, making him seem "difficult." Also, literally everyone can fuck off, I think he's so autistic. I think he's genuinely so autistic so bad. Touch is only good if he initiates it. He wants touch do NOT fucking touch him if he doesn't make it very clear he wants touch. Do not expect him to understand peoples feelings he does not get it. Do not expect him to understand a social setting, he will NOT get it. He doesn't know how to do any of that. He is hardcore rule follower because of a mix of trauma and autism. And when he does break the rules? Well, it didn't break is Autism Moral Rules, so it's fine. Organic stuff is not only a traumatic trigger, it is often stuff he would consider "bad touch." He does NOT like how soft humans and other organics are, he HATES their liquids, he DOES NOT like hair. And listen to me? Listen to me. Only I'm allowed to say this one as a haver of this disorder. Obsessive compulsive disorder rooted in trauma. Did he only comically have to clean himself once as a gag in the show..? Yes. Would I trust anyone else saying this..? No. But I live deep inside Sentinel Prime's mind and trust me, I know what I'm saying. I believe the compulsive need for status comes from a complex mix of PTSD, OCD, and Autism. With the PTSD, he blocked everyone out, till all that was left was status. OCD would have him with the repeated intrusive thoughts of needing to be the best, or else, well, the general "bad things will happen" type response. Autism is definitely important in this mix, because he has been working towards it for years, and the moment it might be out of reach entirely, complete and total meltdown and confusion ensues. Yes, that could be attributed to both the PTSD and OCD, but trust me. I know him. Several other things about him play into these three, to make the list short, being unable to stop to let the blame hit him for once is crucial to not letting what little of he has left to his name be shattered. The small sense of identity is all effects of PTSD, OCD and autism. The deal with Optimus is so neurodivergent I swear to God. He is just some guy with a handful of mental disorders that doesn't know how to articulate care. I need to stop now and so I shall, smile. Oh and by the way, Sari Sumdac is trans, realizing she was a robot transed her, she is nonbinary she/they/he. Thank you and Good Night

[philippageorgiou]

rosie! i don't know if you are up to date with it, but your thoughts on the latest season of for all mankind? i actually really hate where they've gone with it and feel like it's a totally different show now, but curious to see what others think!

ok turns out i have a lot of thoughts

i really loved the first half of this season, but god there have been soooo many narrative choices i’ve hated in the second half. 

the treatment of kelly and her pregnancy has been so gross. and it’s so narratively stupid and unbelievable on so many levels! you can’t tell me she (and nasa under margo fucking madison) hadn’t made sure there were precautions so this couldn’t happen. and it’s just gross that the russians knew she was pregnant before she did. and i hate that we don’t know how she felt or feels about the pregnancy. and why is no one talking about how risky it is for her and the baby! they took away her agency and continue to use her only as a plot device and i hate it! it’s lazy and bad! and the way the characters/world within the show are treating it as some cutesy novelty thing instead of a serious dangerous unprecedented health risk? bad

karen has really grown on me over the seasons, and i actually love this milfy lil business savvy girlboss and her ambiguously-aged grey hair and single wrinkle, but a lot of what has played out in the last two or three episodes with her and her work and everything with dev has just felt clumsy. not bad, but just badly thought out. kinda infantile. idk i can’t pinpoint it. 

i don’t like that we didn’t see any of the immediate fallout of the shit that went down on mars. that felt weird. something that catastrophic, that the whole season had basically been building up to and all we got was a time jump and a throwaway line that basically told us danny got off scot free?? wild

perplexed about the jimmy thing. what is his deal! can’t figure out whether i just don’t know where they’re going with this or the writers don’t either. the trajectory has been weird and felt a little all over the place.

ellen! i like her, don’t get me wrong, but she is very much a slimy republican and i can only sympathise with her so much. however, i really loved her lil speech and coming out moment. kinda think it’s bizarre that the public reaction seemed to be overwhelmingly positive, but maybe the writers just wanted to enjoy the positive vibes for a moment. i’ll take it, but like… considering the homophobia of not only the republican party but the wider society at that time? the whole thing felt a little too nicey nicey. but i’m sure there’s a lot more nastiness to come. anyway hate to say it but i’m not really invested in her and pam. oh also the fact ellen and larry’s son has appeared like twice and doesn’t even have a name is so funny to me like ok kiddo you literally just exist for future seasons’ sake huh

i like how the whole aleida/margo thing has played out for the most part. their relationship is one of the most interesting things in this show imo and seeing it totally tear aleida apart has been so stressful!!!!!!

the reveal at the end of 3x09 was very… American… idk but i’m intrigued to see where they go from here and what happens in the finale!! if anything happens to margo madison or sergei nikulov i will actually kill someone though

i’m absolutely dreading the 2000s vibes of the next season though. worst era for fashion and music and aesthetics! 

unfortunately i don’t care much for any of the second generation characters. the main characters who’ve been around since the beginning are great (except ed. he’s getting more boring by the minute) but i’m concerned about where the show can go from here character wise because none of the kids are interesting enough to carry it

this show stresses me out so much lmao

also forgot to say yes i actually kinda agree that it’s starting to feel like a different show. it’s always toed the line between realism and soapy pretty well but these last four or five episodes to me have felt a little too reliant on the shock factor, and veering too far from the Brutal Reality vibes and made it more Shocking Drama idk idk i just really feel like it’s gone downhill so fast lmao

[norsecoyote]

There's this one stupid internet argument I keep getting into even though I know I shouldn't.

I follow/participate in a forum thread about webcomics, which is a mixture of genuine appreciation for good ones and communal hate-reading of the really bad ones. One such Bad One is the inexplicably but wildly popular Lore Olympus.

Lore Olympus is a terrible fucking comic for so many reasons, all of which originate in the creator's stunning lack of talent for anything beyond creating a vaguely compelling aesthetic. Artistically, the characters are all literally indistinguishable from one another except that each one is colored different (by which I mean, their entire figure is colored, skin, hair, clothes, everything). All the women have identical figures and faces (although some have pointy ears). There are a whopping two types of men's bodies, "buff" and "willowy," but they all have the same noses. Oh, and all of these body shapes change wildly from panel to panel, with zero sense of proportion or scale between characters.

The writing is where the real deep problems start, though. The comic bills itself as a retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone except this time Persephone has Agency™, which tbf is a great concept. The problem is that the author repeatedly goes miles out of her goddamn way to rob her of any possible agency in her situation. She is literally constantly being manipulated by the other gods, pushed into uncomfortable situations, entire jobs, relationships, etc. with zero chance to choose for herself. Even beyond the core plot details, though, her internal characterization is childish verging on infantilizing; we are constantly reminded how out-of-her-depth and naive she is about the big bad adult world of Mount Olympus.

Which is a segue into the really awful shit that this comic pulls, as it happens. See, in this weird-ass inconsistent interpretation of the mythos (don't even attempt to make sense of the worldbuilding, seriously), Hades and all of the other Olympians are ~2,000 years old. Persephone, meanwhile, is 18. Literally 18. Also, Hera assigns her (without any of Persephone's input) to work as Hades's intern (Hades here being the CEO of "Underworld Corp").

So we're already getting into rocky waters, since the comic has somehow conspired to make the power dynamics of this relationship even more unbalanced and one-sided than the original mythos, where Persephone was physically abducted and carried off. But the real damning thing is that, having established this titillatingly taboo relationship, the author makes a special point of establishing that what attracts Hades to Persephone is: her body. I wish I were joking, but there's literally zero time spent on what he likes about her as a person, versus whole episodes on his feelings of lust. Which is still better than Captain Agency, for whom we have actually ZERO sense of what she sees in the gangly blue asshole (Hades is blue, which is the only way to tell him apart from his brothers, who are yellow and green).

So the comic sucks, and that's not even getting into the ways that every single character who suggests that maybe it's not appropriate for Hades to romantically pursue his 1,982-years-younger employee is immediately thereafter shown to be hypocritical and/or sabotaging the relationship for their own selfish ends, or the way that Persephone begins to come to terms with having been raped (in an early scene) not through any actions or reflection of her own but via Eros using his magic fuck-detecting powers(?) to realize and exclaim out loud, with other people present, that she's not a virgin anymore(??!!!!) and pressuring her into telling him the whole story. The comic sucks in both concept and execution and I kind of hate that it's apparently popular enough to get optioned for an animated series.

None of that is the stupid argument I keep getting into, though.

The stupid argument is that many posters in the thread, when asked (say, by a newcomer) why Lore Olympus is so bad, will say something like "because it's about how a really toxic type of relationship" (i.e. one with an enormous age- and power-gap) "is Good, Actually."

And mostly I can just let this slide, but every once in a while I am compelled to say, "actually, it's not bad because it wants to tell a romance about a powerful older man falling for a younger woman, it's bad because it does a really bad job of telling that story, in a way that actively glorifies the imbalance and either glosses over or actively mocks all reasonable issues with it."

Because, IMO, you shouldn't say that art is bad because of its subject matter. Just because I think relationships in real life like the one depicted in Lore Olympus are highly likely to be toxic and dangerous to the weaker/younger half doesn't, itself, mean that LO is bad for trying to make a counterargument.

But the other posters say: yes, this kind of relationship is so toxic that there's no possible way to write positively about one without being Bad.

And I suggest, just because you disagree with art or find its themes repugnant does not, in itself, make that art Bad. Maybe there are some topics that are just so taboo they should never be touched, but I dunno, the universe of human relationships is vast and varied enough that I don't think this crosses the line. I can imagine there being a romance about a couple like this that has artistic merit.

And they say: I didn't realize "45 year olds shouldn't get romantically involved with a 19 year old under any circumstances" was a hot take.

And that's when I start to get Mad On The Internet and go crying into my tumblr.