#lol petra pls

[fragilefates]

"I don't think that's a good idea." Not when she knew she'd outlive him. "If I get attached, if I come to like you...it'll hurt much more once you're gone." She'd learned that through observation alone.

None of the other Virtues were around, should she tell him? Or...no. There'd been plenty of crusades against things humans didn't understand. She'd seen enough deaths that way.

"You'd think so. But we live in a cruel world where those outcasted to the fringes of society do not often receive what is needed. But... It's a pleasure Petra." And he extended a hand to her, alongside a smile. "Let's be friends."

[siilvan]

bloodsport – III

prologue | part one | part two | next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: after a successful escape, you try to convince yourself that the prison and makarov are behind you. things just never seem to go to plan, though.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra, no desc.)

warnings: not proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, poorly written combat, allusions to trauma and stress, mentions of typical murderous behavior from makarov (∶__∶), OG mak's backstory bc we don't know shit about the reboot lol

word count: 5.9k

note: my birthday's on the 3rd, so pls take this as a gift from me to you :) the support on this series has also been insane 😭 you guys are so sweet!! <33

also big shoutout to @roosterr bc i completely copied the way she writes texts in fics LMAO i hope it's okay with you bestie ilysm

"anyone else would be dead already."

what the hell does that mean?

you're lying on your back, absently staring up at the ceiling, those words replaying in your mind over and over again. yet another week has passed since "the incident," as the guards in the corridor so kindly put it.

clearly makarov had given his men a new order after you killed the younger doctor. not only did they avoid touching you, but they hardly even looked in your direction outside of required monitoring. doctor tarkovsky was singlehandedly providing your medical care, as well. the next time you saw the doctor - the morning after the incident - proved to be an interesting experience. while treating you, he made a comment about "the commander seeming angry."

you add it to your ever-growing list of questions.

blaring alarms interrupt your somewhat peaceful pondering. you shoot up, instinctively reaching for your belt to grab your gun, only to be reminded that you're unarmed. the guards in the hall are shouting at each other, appearing just as surprised as you are.

carefully, you rise from the bed and cross the room, trying to listen to what they're saying. if there was one benefit to your captivity, it was the small bit of russian that you've picked up on. amongst the frantic chatter, you can make out a few words:

attack. small team. breached. combat. prisoner.

your chest tightens as you step back from the door. the base is under attack, and whomever is leading the charge is enough of a threat to raise the alarms. a small team could never hope to contend with an entire ultranationalist stronghold, though. there's only one man, one team, that could succeed despite being so heavily outnumbered.

the one-four-one.

it has to be them. they're the only ones bold enough to stage an attack, and the only ones capable of pulling it off.

even if it's someone else, they're your ally now, and your only hope of making it out of here alive.

you can see the guards scrambling outside your cell, frantically following whatever orders were being barked at them through their radios. for now, they seem to disregard your presence in favor of organizing their forces to combat the threat, but you know it won't last. contrary to the size of the prison, you're the only captive being held here; any mention of "prisoner" is referring to you.

the area quiets down as most of the men rush to aid their fellow soldiers, leaving only the alarm to keep you company. you mentally curse as you consider your very limited options. without a set of keys to escape this cell, you're stuck here.

a purposeful set of footsteps rapidly approaching makes the decision for you. quickly, you dive just out of sight of the door, pressing your back to the wall. the person stops just outside and grumbles to himself as you hear the sound of keys jingling in the lock. the iron door swings open, and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet as he stares into the empty space, confusion evident in the grunt that leaves him.

a second passes before he steps into the room, scanning the far side of it. your eyes fall to the knife on his belt, easily removable if you're fast enough, and you dive for it before he can turn around.

you tear the blade from its sheath and swiftly plunge it into the side of his neck, ripping a strangled cry from the soldier as he reacts too slowly to save himself. you pull him to the ground and lay his body flat, releasing a sharp breath once you confirm the kill. temporary relief floods your system, hastening your movements as you collect as much of his gear as you can.

immediately after you secure the last strap of the armor vest, you hear voices calling out from somewhere close by. searching for the guy you just killed, you assume. with one final gear check, you move to the same spot against the wall and wait for the group to get closer.

the first of the bunch steps into the room and freezes at the sight of the other man, and you take the opportunity to drop him with the rifle you had collected. the remaining members, two or three men, are quick to respond once the gunshots ring out. you peek around the corner as they rush forward with their guns drawn, electing to start the gunfight yourself.

you manage to shoot one down before the others notice you. a bullet whizzes past your head as you aim down the barrel and shoot another, forcing you to duck back into cover.

"you're cornered. come out and i'll let you live." the final soldier says, frustration lacing his command. you sit still, lying in wait until his impatience overpowers his better judgement. a tense silence fills the air between you, only broken by the soldier groaning and coming to you instead.

he circles the corner, weapon at the ready, but scans the room in too wide an arc. you finish him off and peek out into the hall again, finding it completely vacant.

the radios on the soldiers bodies suddenly come to life, and you hear a familiar voice on the other end. you pick one of them up and attempt to decipher the question to no avail. however, there is one word that you understand. prisoner.

"you should've sent a bigger group," you speak into the radio, feeling your lips twitch into a smile at the way makarov stops short.

he merely chuckles, though, and the smile drops. "you continue to impress me, lieutenant. let's see if you can escape." he replies, relaxed as ever. he switches channels, and the radio goes silent.

you travel down the path you took the first day, when makarov was accompanying you. there's little resistance beyond a few stragglers that you dispatch with ease. most of the forces are focused on the invaders, too busy to properly deal with you as you attack from behind. the number of enemies ahead of you increases the further you go - a sign that you're heading in the right direction.

eventually, you reach an exterior door and push it open.

to say the situation is chaotic would be an understatement. soldiers are hurrying across fields, arming themselves and their allies, shouting out various commands and information. you duck low and stick to the shadows, doing your best to avoid a firefight now that the enemy solidly has the advantage.

you make some distance and perk up at the sounds of gunfire. you've stumbled across the main battle. with a renewed sense of hope to push you forward, you go towards it, ending up crouched next to an APC as you search through the chaos for any friendly faces.

one of the nearby vehicles erupts into flames moments later, catching you off-guard and stealing your attention from the fight. scrambling to your feet, you stiffen as something smooth and cold is pressed against the back of your skull. the barrel of a gun. you raise your hands in surrender and pray that the person holding the weapon can be reasoned with.

"wait," a deep voice, husky and all too familiar, speaks from behind you. "petra? 's that you?" the man, captain price, lowers his gun, allowing you to spin around and look at him.

you're almost ready to shed tears upon seeing his face, equal parts concern and relief etched into his hard expression. he grabs ahold of your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as you nod, silently answering his question. a dark figure emerges from behind one of the vehicles at price's back and catches your eye.

the stark white skull mask instantly gives away his identity: ghost. he stops at your side, eyes crinkling behind the mask, and you can tell that he's giving you a happy look.

your eyes leave the pair and scan the area, hunting for the last two members of the team. there's no movement aside from the fighting and chaos in the distance. your gaze flits back to price as a lump begins to form in your throat and every scenario that you've cooked up during your captivity floods into your mind.

"where's soap and gaz?" you ask, voice sounding meek compared to the way you spoke earlier. price, clearly sensing the deeper meaning behind your words, pats your shoulder in a comforting gesture before withdrawing his hand.

"they're here, no need to worry," he starts, motioning for you to follow him. "the sergeants are protecting our backsides, making sure the chopper has a clear path. we're gonna meet 'em at the southside of the prison and exfil from there."

you fall in line with the two, muscle memory all but taking over as you repeat your prior strategy; keep to the shadows and only engage the enemy if absolutely necessary. the location that price described isn't terribly far and shouldn't be difficult to reach, so long as you don't get caught up in too many fights.

ghost contacts the sergeants as you move, updating them on your position. you learn through the conversation that the team came for you, and only you - makarov isn't a concern of theirs, even once you inform price of his presence. we'll slot the bastard once you're back on your feet, he says.

"we're gettin' close, it's just up here." ghost mutters lowly. you tighten your grip on your gun, anticipation steadily building inside of you the closer you get to the rendezvous point. you're this close to freedom, this close to putting this hellish place in the past and reuniting with your team. al-mazrah, the missile, your capture, makarov– all of them would sequester themselves to nothing more than memories.

a black hawk flies overhead before touching down at the designated spot. one of the back doors swing open just as it lands, revealing gaz's smiling face. he steps aside to allow the three of you to board, giving you an eager side-hug as you shuffle past him.

"petra, happy to see you in one piece!" soap's exclamation startles you as much as it overjoys you to hear, and you're suddenly swept up into a bone-crushing hug by the scotsman upon passing gaz.

"soap–! johnny, you're squeezing me too hard–!" you gasp out, still attempting to hug the man back despite your bones being turned to mush from the pressure. he releases you almost as quickly as he scooped you up and mutters an apology. said apology barely registers in your head due to the sight he greets you with, though.

there's a nasty scar over his left eye, jagged and obviously still in the process of healing. soap hardly seems to care about it, instead grinning at you like you were revived from the dead. you tap the area below your own eye to signal to him, brows furrowing in confusion. his hand mirrors your action and his face lights up, an audible "oh" falling from his lips.

"got it in al-mazrah," he says, waving off your worried look. "makes me look pretty cool, right?" he adds with a glance around the cabin, earning an affirmative hum from price and a shrug from ghost.

gaz snorts, slumping down on one of the seats and giving him a thumbs-up. "looks wicked, mate."

you collapse into another seat with a breezy laugh. "i'm just thankful that you're alive, all of you. i was starting to doubt whether you'd come." you confess, sharing a somber look with the rest of them.

ghost breaks the mood with a shake of his head. "'course we came. we're a team, no man left behind." he keeps his gaze locked on you as he talks, bringing an appreciative smile to your lips. your attention shifts to the window at your side, watching the stronghold fade away as the helicopter lifts off the ground and departs. you refuse to tear your eyes away until it disappears over the horizon, allowing you to take a deep breath for the first time in weeks.

⋆⋆⋆

upon arriving in safe territory, you're almost instantly pulled into a brief, but strong hug by laswell, who was waiting on the airstrip as the team landed. you're ushered into the base's medical wing by her and price for a proper checkup, which, thankfully, goes by swiftly. you've had enough of doctors and medicine to last you a lifetime.

"you're sending me home?" you ask, practically jumping up from the examination table you were sitting on. your gaze darts back and forth between price and laswell, irritation boiling under your skin as they try to placate you.

"y'need to rest, petra. you've just been through two weeks of hell." price responds, putting his hand on your shoulder and urging you to sit back down. you shrug it off and shake your head.

"captain, i was given a clean bill of health!" you argue while waving your arms in front of yourself. your wounds from the missile had mostly healed, reduced to minor marks on your skin and a raised scar on your side that was gradually fading. "i just want to get back in the field– i've been out of commission for weeks!"

laswell steps toward you, meeting your gaze with a sympathetic look. "it's protocol, lieutenant. you may be fine enough to work for now, but we can't put you or the team at risk." she counters, crossing her arms over her chest. "you need to recover." she adds a second later, earning a frustrated huff from you.

you know you'd be saying the same thing in their position. if it was price, ghost, soap, gaz– if any of them were captured, you'd be forcing them to take time off, too. you can't shake everything that's happened, though. you don't have much to show in the way of torture-related injuries, but the isolation alone was enough to make your head spin. you never felt safe, always waiting and anticipating makarov's next move. the longer you went without seeing or hearing about him, the more your suspicions grew.

a break would give you the chance to collect your thoughts and break yourself out of the doubt that's been stewing in your head ever since that first meeting. in the field, you need to be confident and decisive. there's no room for hesitation and self-doubt.

"we'll keep you updated," price starts, regarding you with a reassuring smile. "and, this won't be forever. just long enough for you to get your head on straight, yeah?"

you deliberate on it, eyes falling to the floor, and nod slowly. he's right. you're not reliable in this state.

"okay." you concede, focus shifting back to the two.

you're heading out again by the evening, saying your goodbyes to the squad on the very same airstrip that you landed on earlier in the day. soap nearly crushes you in another hug, forcing price to yank him off before you suffocate, gaz reminds you about ten different times to call if you need anything, and ghost runs down a lengthy list of relaxation techniques whilst loading your bags in the helicopter.

it's nigh-impossible to be upset about the situation when it's made clear that they don't want you to go, either. after two weeks of constant stress, everyone just wants to be together again.

you get so caught up in your impromptu partings that you fail to notice the unidentified soldier watching you from across the field. even the ever-attentive captain price misses the soldier dialing a number on his phone, his eyes narrowing as the chopper lifts off with you inside.

⋆⋆⋆

you step foot in your flat well after the sun's gone down. it's silent, save for the soft padding of your socks against the floor after you kick off your boots. your bags are abandoned at the end of your bed, something you'll unpack later, and you shed your jacket before tossing it on top of the pile.

makarov... what's his story?

with a low sigh, you rub at your tired eyes with the heels of your palms and try to erase the question that's been plaguing you for longer than you'd like to admit. between laswell's intel and the stories price has told, you can paint a picture of who the man is.

a person ruled by his ambition, you've determined. while price's stories were more focused on his own experiences with makarov and his allies, what laswell provided was concrete: he massacred civilians like it was nothing. what could possibly drive a man to that point?

the trip back home proved fruitless, with most results online simply listing information deemed "safe" for the public. you need to know more about him - you need a source that isn't going to sugarcoat or hide the ugly truth. most importantly, you need someone who can get you personal details.

you fish your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your contacts list. laswell is an option, but she's not likely to give you anything while you're supposed to be taking time off work.

a name - or rather, a codename - pops up in the list. your thumb hovers over the contact, debating on whether or not to call.

you give in and click the "call" button after a moment's consideration. the line rings until a cheerful voice greets you.

"ah, lieutenant!" nikolai beams, sounding far too energized at this hour. "price told me about the successful prison break, congrats on surviving the ultranationalists."

"thanks, nik." you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "is there any chance i could ask you for a favor? i need information, stuff that i think only you can get." you nervously shift your weight while asking the question, worried that you might be hitting a dead end.

"information? about what?"

"makarov."

nikolai goes quiet, and you think he's going to deny your request. but, just as you open your mouth to justify it, he speaks.

"you want private informaton, yes?" he mutters, causing you to let out a deep breath. "price hasn't told you everything, and you want to research the man that captured you. that is to be expected."

"give me a little time, i'll send you whatever i can find." he continues. you can hear typing in the background after, signaling that he was following through with it. you tell him goodbye with a small "thanks" and hang up, an immense weight lifting off your fatigued shoulders.

a hot shower would be nice right now. you haven't had one in weeks, and nikolai said that gathering everything would take a while. you might as well use the break instead of sitting around and twiddling your thumbs while waiting for him.

you trudge to the bathroom and turn the water on, stripping out of your clothes and leaving your phone on the counter. you hop in the shower and feel your aching muscles relax as soon as the warm water washes over them, soothing weeks of pain and discomfort. when you get out and wrap a towel around yourself, you finally feel relatively at ease for the first time since your escape.

your phone buzzes from nearby, and you blink at the screen after picking it up. a message from nikolai stares back at you.

sent what i have, hope it helps 22:43 pm

thanks, appreciate it! 22:43 pm

i'll let you know if i find anything else 22:44 pm

you quickly dry off and get dressed in more comfortable clothes, grabbing your laptop as you stroll into the living room and get settled on the couch. it only takes a couple minutes to access the files that nikolai sent, and upon seeing a page of folders to look through, you're left shocked at the sheer amount of information he gave.

it's overwhelming, just how much makarov has done in his career - if you can even call international terrorism a "career." you decide to begin at the top of the list, shaking off the uneasy feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach.

the contents of the folder go from typical, almost expected, crimes from someone like him, to acts that make you understand why price is wary of him. you sift through each file, studying the contents as if you're going to be quizzed on them, each word acting as another nail ripped out of your coffin.

the list of crimes seems endless. kidnapping, torture, trafficking, bombings, assassinations, mass murder... not only are you lucky to be uninjured, you're lucky to be alive. the privilege of being a "special" target, you presume. if not for your position in the task force, you'd be lying dead in a ditch or tortured to the brink of insanity. your stomach churns at the thought.

eventually, you reach a folder named "personal." it lives up to its name, as when you access it, the files are all details about the man himself. some of the basic information is known to you already, but most of it is entirely new - stuff you're sure was intentionally hidden away from curious eyes.

what you can find of his life before he began his reign of terror both answers your questions and adds more to the list. he was a paratrooper, a captain in the spetsnaz, regarded as a master in the field despite the list of complaints on his file. many of the men under his command considered him a natural leader; charismatic, cunning, but harsh in his methods. he received several comments from the higher-ups about his alarming behaviors, but it all came to a head when he was investigated for war crimes. he left the military to avoid the charges.

somehow, the crimes that got him discharged seem mild compared to what he's done since. you can't wrap your brain around why makarov treated you so... kindly, given everything you've read. he should have ended your life or made it a living hell, but instead, you got regular medical treatment, decent conditions, and mostly left alone during your imprisonment.

you sit back from the screen, sluggishly running a hand down your face. makarov didn't fight to keep you captured. if anything, he was happy to let you escape. it doesn't make sense. he went through the effort of capturing you alive and gained nothing from it. for a man that favors the zero-sum game, he's not playing it well.

unless this is his gain. getting in your head, confusing you, forcing you to think about him when you should be focusing on recovering. he's bogging you down, preventing you from being reliable for your teammates.

or, maybe you're looking into things too deeply. overestimating just how clever one man can be.

your phone buzzes from its spot on the cushion, and you blink at the bright screen, squinting to read the notification. it's a text message from an unknown number. a few different people flash through your mind, potential allies that could have changed their numbers recently, but no one stands out. you exhale and click the notification to open up the message fully.

feeling well? 12:35 am

you stare at the message for a minute. it can’t be price or any of the boys, you already have their phone numbers. you highly doubt that laswell changed hers without updating you, and nikolai probably hasn’t change his in the two hours since your last conversation. just as you go to type a response, two more messages pop up.

recovering at home is preferable, isn't it? 12:36 am

much more comfortable than a medical wing. 12:36 am

who is this? 12:37 am

take a guess - m 12:37 am

a chill creeps up your spine as the realization dawns on you. it's makarov; not only does he have your phone number, but he knows you're not at base. he's managed to track your location in less than six hours.

you drop your phone on the coffee table and shoot a wary glance around the room before checking to make sure your front door is locked. once you're sure of it, you start to pace around the room, wringing your hands together. the smart decision would be to call someone - price, laswell, one of the boys, someone that can get here quickly or send a person in their place.

you're not defenseless by any means, but there's no telling what makarov knows. he could be halfway across the world or in the very same city, and you have no way of finding out without putting yourself at risk. you may have gotten lucky in al-mazrah, but you can't rely on luck.

your phone lights up again, and from your position a few feet away, you can just barely make out what the screen says.

let's talk, lieutenant. 12:40 am

no fucking way. you're not entertaining the madman that you just escaped.

you need to get out; take a walk, clear your head. makarov knows where you are, but that doesn't mean he's actually here. for all you know, it could be a lucky guess. you throw on a jacket and slip on a pair of shoes before shoving your phone in your pocket, hastily stumbling out the door. the crisp night air hits you the second you step out, making you draw your jacket tighter around yourself as you start down the sidewalk.

your brisk - practically panicked - walk does little to calm your nerves initially. you have to force yourself to slow down, strolling along at a more leisurely pace. after a couple minutes, your shoulders droop and the panic begins to dissipate.

the late hour means that you're the only person out right now. all you have for company is the occasional breeze that sweeps past, and you think that you prefer it this way.

until your phone buzzes. you stop dead in your tracks and pick it up, letting out a relieved breath at soap's name flashing on the screen. you answer the call with an easy smile.

"hey! i didn't expect you to pick up," soap laughs on the other end. "realized how late it was after dialin' your number." he adds, pulling a chuckle from you.

"haven't been able to sleep, so i figured i'd take a walk." you shrug, as if he can see you.

"ah, figured you'd pass out the second you landed." he concedes while you absentmindedly toe at the ground, eyeing your surroundings. "just wanted to check in– make sure everything is going okay with you."

for a moment, you debate on mentioning the messages from makarov. logically, it's the right thing to do; your team needs to know about any potential threats. however, there's a little part of you that hesitates to say anything. you feel the urge to keep it a secret, to wait and see what happens. makarov's given you useful intel before, maybe you can get more out of him.

"yeah, i'm doing all right," you mutter, reassuring soap. "just want to get back to work as soon as i can. i miss you guys."

soap gives you an appreciative hum. "y'just gotta heal up quick, l.t.! we're all missing you here. ghost and price are meaner than you are."

"they're not 'mean,' they just don't tolerate as much nonsense from you and gaz as i do." you counter with a playful laugh, pulling a groan from soap.

"it's not nonsense, it's– what?" soap suddenly stops talking, and you hear a voice in the background of the call. he says something to the person before exhaling dramatically and speaking into the phone again. "sorry 'bout that, it was price. apparently we've got somethin' to handle– a wrecked shadow company transport, i think. i'll send a message after we're done, yeah?"

you wave your hand while talking, again, as if he can see you. "don't worry about it, just stay safe out there. let me know how it goes."

the two of you exchange quick goodbyes and you end the call with a smile still plastered on your face. your brows furrow as you immediately receive another call, though. the number that flashes across the screen makes you grip the phone tighter, your knuckles turning white from the strain.

makarov, of course. you decline the call with an irritated sigh and spin on your heel, heading back to your apartment. another one comes through seconds later, which you choose to simply ignore this time. you speed up the short walk to your front door and slam it closed behind you, locking it just as quickly.

"you are surprisingly difficult to get ahold of, petra."

you whip around and press your back to the door, locking eyes with the man you tried so desperately to avoid. makarov stands in the middle of the room, a smug grin on his face, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

"how the hell did you find me so fast?" you sneer at him, hand tightening around the set of keys in your palm. he's wearing a thick vest and armor plates - they won't save you, but the keys might buy you enough time to reach the gun in your bedroom.

"i have my ways," he tilts his head to the side, moving to lean against the back of your couch. "i needed to speak with you, and you weren't answering the phone. this was my only option."

you scoff at the claim, briefly loosening your grip. "no, you also have the option of leaving me alone." you argue, stepping further into the room. "besides killing you, we don't have any business to discuss."

"is that so?" makarov chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. you follow his gaze and land on your laptop. it's turned on again, with one of the pages detailing his personal history displayed on the screen. "you'll be very interested in what i have to say, lieutenant."

you bite your tongue, shifting your weight and dragging your focus back to him. "fine. tell me, then."

makarov straightens, his gaze flitting back to you. the edges of the keys dig into the skin of your palm, the bite of the cold metal keeping you grounded as he stalks toward you, like a predator approaching a prey animal. those alarm bells start going off in your head again, every instinct screaming at you to preemptively strike or run.

when he's a few feet away, you lunge. jabbing your keys forward, you try to hit one of the weak spots of his vest, aiming for the one of the gaps near the straps.

the training he underwent years ago is made readily apparent as makarov easily grabs your wrist and twists it, disarming you in one smooth motion. you try to use your other hand to break free, only to end up with both hands in his iron grip. you're spun around and shoved against the wall with your hands behind your back, trapped between your bodies.

you struggle, but that only encourages him to tighten his grip, firmly pinning your hands. he presses forward, using his own body weight to prevent you from fighting him off.

"you're predictable, petra," he mutters, the comment making you thrash against him. "you can't see past yourself– i am freely offering you information that your allies would die to gather themselves. take advantage of this generosity."

"i hate you," you seethe, writhing and trying to break free of his hold. he doesn't budge even a little, chuckling softly next to your ear as he leans in closer.

"good. i like that." makarov murmurs, his voice low and controlled, warm breath fanning over your skin. heat floods through your veins when he speaks, which you attribute to anger towards him.

until he nudges you again, his upper body falling almost perfectly in line with the curve of your back, his hands loosening slightly and providing your red-marked wrists with some relief. it just now occurs to you how close he is, the steady rise and fall of his chest against your spine forcing your own staggering breathing to calm itself and match his. his cropped hair tickles the side of your ear as he hovers next to you, his side profile visible in the edge of your vision.

you bite your tongue again, though for a different reason than earlier. holding any feelings but hatred and contempt for your enemy - you might as well mark yourself as a traitor if that happens. you can't allow yourself to fall for the games that he's definitely playing with you. the task force needs you, and they need whatever intel makarov can provide you with right now.

"i can be civil," you concede, barely above a whisper. "i won't attack if you don't." you add a moment later, pursing your lips.

you can see the edge of his lips twitch from the corner of your eye. makarov releases your wrists after a beat and steps back, giving you enough space to turn around and face him, pressing your back flat against the wall.

"do you trust the commander of shadow company?" he asks, bluntly. you narrow your gaze, huffing at the thought.

"graves? not by a longshot. i can trust him enough to shoot your guys before he shoots me, but that's it." you reply in an equally blunt tone.

"do you believe he is attached to the general's plans?" he says, and you deliberate before shaking your head. it wouldn't make sense, given graves' recent allyship with urzikstan. makarov continues, appearing satisfied with your answer. "you're correct. the shadow is not aware of shepherd's plans any more than your team is."

"how does this help me?"

"you will need him to cooperate in order to take down general shepherd," makarov asserts. you tilt your head curiously, urging him to elaborate. "which means, unfortunately, that you will have to work with him. my men can handle the general's lap dogs, but commander graves is the only person that can locate the general himself."

of course. your catalogue of enemies that you have no choice but to work with just keeps expanding.

"i see." you mumble, fingers twitching at the prospect of working with graves. tolerating his soldiers is one issue, but the commander is a whole other ballpark. "i still don't understand– why are you giving me all of this?"

makarov finally tears his gaze from yours for the first time since you separated. he walks over to the front door, right next to your spot against the wall, and unlocks it with a small twist of the lock. he turns toward you, though his eyes do not lift to yours again.

"the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he utters, swinging the door open. "we'll be in touch. do not ignore me next time i contact you."

you nearly miss his eyes flicking up to your face, the action so short that it feels like a trick of the light. he walks out of your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud, stopping you from watching him as he disappears into the night. you don't think you want to know where he goes, but one thing that you can say for certain is that it won't be the last you see of him.

you'll be seeing him even sooner than you can imagine.

taglist: @sofasoap, @roosterr, @rohansregret, @lonesome-doves, @thorrsexual, @miss-nob0dy, @woodeelf, @fbs-fc-ur-mommy, @soap-mactavish, @itsyellow, @johfaam0, @cumbermovels, @chxe-zdechnac, @imagineswritersblog, @emorgz33, @k4rthon, @ponyboys-sunsets, @frazie99, @chensipstea

⋆ feel free to ask to be added to/removed from the taglist! (18+ only please <3)

[pinkypride]

MCSM LGBT+ Headcanons!

Saw my friend do this so ima do this. I should say tho, im someone who changed my headcanons quite a bit. Im not married to any of them nor am i the type to fight people over them. So any of these could change at any time. Alright lets get into it.

Jesse: f!Jesse and m!Jesse i hc as identical twins but im constantly flipping which one is the trans one. You cant have identical twins of different genders unless one is trans. Both are pan ig, i haven't truely decided.

Lukas: Lukas is bi, but prefers men.

Petra: bi as well but prefers women. I think she's also a demigirl or something. Fem leaning but not full woman. I dont have reasons for most of these headcanons lol

Olivia: lesbiam. Women. Also i hc she's transfem and in universe her voice changing between seasons is her finishing voice training :)

Axel: i stole enden-agolor's aroace hc bc i couldnt think of anything else. It fits him well but its not a hc i thought of ya know?

The Old Order of the Stone: polygamous ig, i honestly havent thought about it much.

Harper: pansexual??? Again, havent really thought about it much.

Aiden: he acts super straight but i hc he's gay and lukas's exe. He refuses to be out of the closet bc he hates everyone (jesse and their friends) and they're all gay so he cant be gay. He has some backwards ass logic about how any of this works. Might not be cis but he genuinely hasnt thought about it.

Xara: she lowkey gives aroace vibes or at least ace.

Romeo: pansexual. Also he isnt cis but idk what he is.

Nell: bisexual.

Emily: lesbian?

Stella: bisexual with a woman preference?

Nurm: functional gay

Jack: disaster gay

Cassie: lesbian, but good luck getting her to trust anyone.

Radar: ace but not aro. I feel like he's biromantic.

The Warden: ok but hear me out... warden gay.

Binta: bisexual.

Hadrian and Mevia: Straight homophobic. I hope the chicken-sized zombies/zombie-sized chickens ate them

Facemeat: idk why but he isnt straight. Idk who he likes but its not women.

Oxblood: asexual. Maybe aromantic too idk.

Usher Reuben: maybe the most obscure on the list but he infects my brain. This guy-

is gay.

Hi! Hope you liked the headcanons! Don't stab me for any of them pls, these are for fun :3 why is every other person green?

[dvrtrblhr]

help me choose which ships to draw for my valentines challenge! like with dimitri, dmcl comes first for the sake of transparency because it's my otp.

idk how i'll organize the other polls as doing one for each character will probably annoy the hell out of everyone lol. thinking of maybe dividing by house or by mlm/wlw/etc or something... (reading everyone's passionate tags and comments has been really fun)

[wttcsms]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ WIP tag game! ɞ˚‧｡⋆

❀ tagged by @mangostarjam, my dearly beloved fuji

rules > make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous > let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! > tag others to continue the game

tagging: everyone!!! ii don't have many writer friends, but if you write, pls tag me <3 i will be participating & would love to get to know any more writer blogs

i have over 100 drafts, so here are just the most recent ones LOL. please feel free to ask about any of them <3 it might actually get me to finish them!!

daylight iii, 2 | colt grice midnight | oc x oc (LMAO, y'all didn't know i had this range, did you) no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm) | eita otoya alone together [one] | rin itoshi it always leads to you [one] | sae itoshi now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon | simon 'ghost' riley (wow COD phase, talk abt a throwback) my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue | jean kirstein pyrrhic [one] | tooru oikawa burnout season | michael kaiser brace for impact | keiji akaashi balancing act ii | satoru gojo if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) THREE | yoichi isagi and if i had the cure (i'd save you first) | black noir losing all my innocence in the backseat | sae itoshi (READER IS SHIDOU'S SISTER, which i find funny) fit for a king | shoei barou when he sees me (i like him and he knows it) | gojohime (yes, i do write ship fic LOL) to the victor belong the spoils | naoya zenin angel of the morning | atsumu miya an indentation in the shape of you | tobio kageyama always gonna be you | yoichi isagi (from a request!) making things up as we go | osamu miya devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon (i don't really want that to impact you) | atsumu miya with a comma after dearest | megumi fushiguro my heart surrenders | kiyoomi sakusa (from a request!) talking rings and talking cradles | rensuke kunigami (from a request!) atsumu miya's guide to escaping the friend zone | atsumu miya and when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) | michael kaiser two weeks notice | reo mikage (from a request!) easy like sunday morning | colt grice (from a request!) sweet nothing | rin itoshi let the light in | rin itoshi (from a request!) little dancer | childe lessons in jealousy | naoya zenin (from a request!) borderline | jin kiyora (from a request!) take my hand (take my whole life too) | yoichi isagi (from a request! SO EXCITED, ONE OF MY FAVES SENT THIS TO ME AND ASKED FOR YAN ISAGI, ILY FOR THIS) where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me!) | rintarou suna (from a request!) repeat offender | hiromi higuruma levi x petra | ...the wip title gave away who the fic was for, doesn't it all that we see or seem | kento nanami it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye | kento nanami but not kiss | kento nanami socialite x kita | shinsuke kita get him back! | tetsurou kuroo if not you, then who? | tooru oikawa (from a request!) contractually yours [one] | satoru gojo i think i wanna marry you! | bllk boys headcanons (from a request!) it's so sweet knowing that you love me | ryusei shidou (from a request!) half agony, half hope | tom riddle (guys... it was a phase... that lasted for years... and still a phase i am in, unfortunately enough)

+ there's more, i'm just going insane scrolling through my drafts. will rb whenever i add more <3

[questionableart420]

♥️ Mel, Petra, and my demon cat oc Red :3

♥️ Mel and Petra have an open relationship in most aus I make of them so that I can ship them with everyone lol

♥️ he/they pronouns for Mel pls :3

♥️ detail closeups:

[eggofritts]

The third and final of three D2 acrylic charm designs! I will be making these semi-transparent 2.5-inch charms and limited stock since I’m not sure if there’s anyone else interested in these as well.

My current impressions of the siblings below! Of all the D2 characters, I have the most brain rot for them…

Mara Sov

Since I was a fan of Seth Dickinson’s writing, I had done some preliminary research on what he wrote for Destiny lore. One of those things is the creation of Mara Sov and much of her lore. I also saw a Tumblr post showing a lot of people did not like her and that she was a controversial character in the game. This interested me more to play it and make a judgment for myself. I didn’t get to see who Mara Sov was until the Parasite exotic quest and even then was kinda confused as to who she was and her significance. I really like the dialogue during that quest since it was one of the first few instances during the early parts of my D2 journey that showed any hint of vulnerability from a character. Reading the Parasite lore page about Mara feeling gratitude at witnessing the vision of herself becoming the Witness’s disciple intrigued me even more!! Anyways, I say all of this to say that I ended up really liking Mara Sov. Marasenna, The Awoken of the Reef, and The Dreaming City were my first lore books I ever finished reading. I love how terrible she is, 10% of the time when she is viscerally vulnerable, and how complex she is. I am also obsessed with how her character relates to others such as: ofc Uldren/Crow, whatever freaky little friendship she got going on with Eris Morn, the parallels between her, Savathun, and Ikora as people who revolve their life around secrets, Petra and Sjur as her girlfriends wraths, and parallels to Caitl as rulers who rule very differently 9soon we see them interact in season of seraph...? bungo pls).

She has done so many morally reprehensible things. I can see why people don’t like her and can’t imagine her being likable, but unfortunately, I tend to really like terrible fictional characters. I have friends who are some of the kindest people I know and are extremely driven by selfish means. They were the ones who taught me that being selfish isn’t inherently bad and a person can be judged much more holistically. I’m not saying my friends are nearly in the same ballpark of being an egotistical, cold, and manipulative queen like Mara Sov, but that mix of good intentions in coexistence or clashing with selfish goals is familiar to me and I enjoy the moral struggle. That is a lot more interesting to me than being another NPC that just spouts quest objectives. Also to my more shallow tastes, I love a woman who would coldly step on me tyvm. Mara often fails and I would like to see her fail more, suffer the consequences of those failures, and succeed maybe like 50% of the time LOL I like women who are dominant but also fall from their dominance. I am very much a supporter of women’s rights and women’s wrongs LMAOOOOO (Note: I mean this last sentence for only fictional characters in case anyone decides to take this in bad faith. IRL war criminals are war criminals that deserve bad deaths regardless of gender.)

(I thought her hair was kinda ugly at first, but I got used to it so now I like it LOL)

Uldren Sov/Crow

I vaguely was aware of Uldren simply because of his relationship with Mara for awhile. Then I met Crow and realized “oh huh he’s clearly got a lot more going on then just being Mara’s brother”. Then I read Marasenna and realized his dynamic with Mara was a lot more complicated than I realized. I love complicated sibling relationships!! I thought it sucked that much of Uldren’s narrative arc happened in Forsaken which is now in the content vault and I can’t experience it for myself :^(((((. I recently finished reading The Forsaken Prince and thaaaat was really good wow. I wish we can see Jolyon in game considering he was an important person in Uldren’s life. Maybe it’ll happen whenever Crow decides to confidently approach the people that were important to his past life head-on. I really did enjoy the story when catching up on Season of the Risen and Haunted. During the Sever missions, I constantly kept going “omg Crow you’re going to let the little voice in your head keep saying things like that? Oooowww…” Like Uldren was mean afffff 😭 I understand the Crow fatigue for vet fans, but I just came in like a couple months ago so I am all ready to go to see what else the narrative team has in store for my guy. I am looking forward to his growth as his own person with a renewed sense of purpose. I didn’t realize Glint was important to Crow until revisiting dialogue during Season of the Lost and reading more of his lore so I didn’t include him in the drawing. If I ever make more of these charms, I’ll draw Glint in and maybe Petra (after studying up on her lore).

I am extremely mentally ill over the Sov siblings. By extension, I will soon be mentally ill over everything Awoken-related (I need to get on Petra Venj stuff holy moly), but I need to read more of their lore stuff first.

[rowanisawriter]

hi rowan i would love to hear about "treasure hunter" and "where's the smoke" pls pls pretty please

hiiiii niri thanks for the ask!! i am always happy to talk about my wips instead of actually writing them!!

treasure hunter — a retelling of the jaws of hakkon dlc. petra trevelyan sets off on an expedition to discover a lost treasure and uncover the secret of the legendary explorer sir ameridan’s sudden disappearance centuries ago. her ailing father insists she take former army captain cullen rutherford as her head of security for the expedition. i was writing happily when i started thinking what if these two were former lovers… now i’m considering restarting the entire thing lol oops oops….

where there’s smoke — a murder mystery set between missions in skyhold. a mage is found dead on the grounds in a pool of blood, their staff lying broken at their feet. with a delegation of nobles on their way, petra trevelyan and her advisors are on the clock to investigate the killing before the nobles catch wind and revoke their support of the inquisition. this one started as a drunk writing circle prompt fill actually!!

[curlyhairedprince]

Hi Petra, do you have any tips for where to buy tickets for Harry? I didn’t have that much money when the tickets went on sale but I just thought whatever, I’m gonna buy some on Ticketswap later but turns out, that’s not an option with ticketmaster gatekeeping the qr codes 💀 so now I’m quite lost where to look and how to even proceed to have some sort of security that I’m not gonna get robbed lol

Heya! Think your best bet is the ticketmaster resale thing (where it‘s available) or twickets! Cause they have a good system of how the tickets get transferred to you. You can also look for them on twitter and tumblr but pls take all necessary precautions like let them send you an actual screen recording and always pay with paypal goods and services (or anything similar to that)

[multyfangirl]

Thank you @dortman for tagging me😍😍 Well,I don't have a Spotify so I used 10 songs from My Favourites on My Music phone app😅 So here there are,10 shuffled songs from my favourites for this year:

Lil Nas X-Montero

Justin Timberlake -Mirrors

Isabel LaRosa-I'm yours

Sam Smith -Unholy(ft Kim Petras)

Halsey -I'm not a woman,I'm a God

Nicki Minaj ft David Guetta-Turn me on

Lemonade Mouth -She's so gone(pls,no comment)

Britney Spears-If U seek Amy(from my bada** period,lol)

Sia ft Sean Paul -Cheap thrills

Nattie-Some say(Tik Tok remix)

I don't have 10 people to tag,lol,but @to-dance-beneath-the-diamond-sky @gttrgrrl @stranger-nightmare @colorsofmyseason @fvk0fff if you don't mind sharing 10 random songs from your top 100 on Spotify 🤍🤍😅

[chaos--mode]

get to know the mun

What's your phone wallpaper? a lil bi-coloured artist rendition of the 'your internet is dead' dino game Last song listened to? in the next life by kim petras Currently reading? i haven't picked my new book since i finished the last one Last movie? literally as i am writing this i'm watching the fall.guy for the second time since i rented it yesterday lol HOWEVER i also just got back from seeing deadpool & wolverine in theatres earlier today Last show? i started watching chuck again recently What are you wearing right now? a white t-shirt that says 'FEMME' and hellfire.club joggers How tall are you? 5'8 Piercings/Tattoos? oh boy here we fucking go okay: industrial piercing + lobe piercings. tattoos: cherries behind one ear, a ghost w sunnies on the back of my neck, mountains on my shoulder blade, a lil potion bottle + a bone fairy on one shoulder, a flash tattoo under my collarbone on the other side, a tl.ou tattoo on my ribs, the neverwinter nights logo on one wrist, a ghost w a mic on the other wrist + the jumanji reboot life bars + roman numerals for 13, a candy heart on the back of each hand, 8 finger tattoos, and (finally) a collection of mushrooms + vegetation on one ankle (also ft. a little ghost) Glasses/Contacts? glasses yes, i absolutely cannot wear contacts though my eyes refuse Last thing you ate? popcorn at the movie theatre Favorite Color? i don't have one, it depends on my mood and the weather and like the fckn alignment of the planets idk. i'm very bleh rn so there's a lot of black Current obsession? twisters, d.bh, and the fall.guy Do you have a crush right now? naah not really Favorite fictional character? currently obsessing over the rk boys in d.bh, colt.seavers, lisa.frankenstein, and kate from twisters Last place you traveled? went to the pretty neighborhood in my city to do dinner & a movie at the 19+ vip theatre

tagged by: @freakarus as always ilyyy ♡ tagging: anyone who wants to steal pls do so!!

[mazqueen]

Who keeps texting you?

[freshwater--mermaid]

[siilvan]

waaaaaa thank you for the tags @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot and @sofasoap!! (*^▽^*)

i'll obey as commanded and give petrayuri and grizzlyflorrie...

petrayuri:

height difference (7 inches baby) / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding (eventually <3) / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other (*cough*) / would kill for each other (*COUGH*) / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship (somewhat) / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids (farrrrr in the future) / want kids (they don't know it yet lol) / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity (...you'll see) / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala (it's for the plot shh) / sibling rivalry / forehead touches / hair stroking (petra... obviously) / sitting on each other’s laps (petra on yuri's 👀) / sexual tension / can’t be together (in their minds) / battle couple / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / lovers to enemies (briefly) / keeping secrets (*stares at yuri's backstory*) / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance (briefly!!) / envy / “i don’t want to ruin our friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well (only in the OG trilogy... i swear) / happily ever after / love letters (yuri can be surprisingly sweet 🤭)

grizzlyflorrie:

height difference (14 inches...) / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding (eventually 🤭) / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other (*cough*) / would kill for each other (florrie's no fighter but she really would) / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids (also far in the future) / want kids (florrie's doubtful at first, but eventually it's mutual) / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps (she's getting comfy by week 2 lmao) / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple (grizzly big... strong...) / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / lovers to enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “i don’t want to ruin our friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

and a few tags (no pressure ofc <3)

@roosterr (i know you were already tagged but 💪)

@odin-den (imma need ruby/keegan and ruby/mak tysm)

@mango-parfait (i mean, if you want... pls 👁👁)

KRUEGERNAK SHIP INFO 🦅🐍

I saw a couple of people I recognize on the #CallofDuty OC tag do this and thought it'd be fun! (Also I totally most definitely took inspo with the art from @sleepyconfusedpotato 's entry because the format was cute and simple; so I'm giving credit where credit is due, I stand on the shoulders of giants)

Rules: Bold the themes that apply to your ship, and italicize the theme if it’s one-sided, within your story.

height difference (8 inches BOOO) / mutual pining / first kiss (It was in a Humvee) / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / Family Disapproves (Naga won't like Krueger, Krueger's parents are dead (L) but would probably like Nak) / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / Pda Friendly (Krueger) / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids (Krueger) / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other (Krueger can't cook) / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches (in private) / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps (KRUEGER SITS ON HER LAP LIKE A PRINCESS) / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy (Nak) / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after (No promises) / love letters

Their Song(s)

(👆 Translate this one I love the lyrics)

Tagging: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot , @caelums-fate , @nrdmssgs , @breadtheend , @iciclehorrifica and whoever wants to join! (Feel free to mention me I like reading Abt ppls ships :3)

[koheletgirl]

Hey Shira, may I ask what a vriska is?

ok so again i have not ever seen homestuck so i don’t have the full context, but im going to do 2 things here - 

1. link this post, which i love

2. copy the transcript of the relevant part of this video, under the cut.

so taking into account that i think this should be taken semi-seriously, i really really love vriskas. obvious examples are azula, catra, tdp claudia (who i dont think is a vriska yet but is definitely headed in that direction), and im sure there are more you can think of. anyway the concept is fascinating to me for so many reasons, i might talk about it more in the future but for now ill leave it at that

the relevant part in the video is 29:44-36:37. im leaving some parts out bc it’s pretty long, i’ll use this [...] as an indicator of parts i’ve skipped. also i did leave in the part where she talks about redemption arcs, bc i think she’s right.

“So, basically, Vriska is, especially at the start, not a good person. She’s manipulative toward all her friends, she’s really mean toward several characters for what seems like cruelty for cruelty’s sake, and she kills a lot of her friends. Keep in mind that death in Homestuck is very much not permanent, because resurrection is a thing and multiple timelines are a thing and so a character can die and come back and be  kind of okay with the fact that they died. A lot of it is video game rules, y’know? But. Still. She does do quite a bit of murder. I would say she’s, in academic terms, kind of a huge b*tch. And a lot of people don’t like her specifically because her levels of uh… Huge B*tch Energy are sort of relatable to people. [...] The ways in which Vriska  was A Huge B!tch were very real to some people, so she naturally inspired a lot more emotion than some of the other characters. [...] Not only that, but a lot of people feel like given all the times she’s depicted as sympathetic, she isn’t sufficiently punished for all the bad sh!t she’s done.  So, this is where my opinion differs from other people’s in terms of redemption arcs. I don’t think characters need to be physically punished in some way to be redeemed. I think redemption arcs are about making amends to the people hurt in as good a way as possible and making an active commitment to do better. It’s why I hate redemption arcs that start and end with a character doing one grand gesture and then dying. I don’t think good redemption stories need to  incorporate punishment, but rather a commitment to do better. But a lot of people did feel like she didn’t earn what redemption she got, whether it was because of a lack of punishment or a lack of commitment to do better. [...] On the other hand, a lot of folks really, really liked Vriska. For one, a lot of the shitty things she does are… I wouldn’t say excusable. But it’s at the very least, explained beyond just that she’s a shitty person who hurts people for no reason, so a lot of fans can be like ‘oh wow,  this is a tragic character, I can  ympathize with why she’s like this’. She’s a murderer because she was raised with an abusive parent figure [...] who forces her to do it. She’s cruel to people because,  due to her parental figure and background, she sincerely believes she’s making them stronger.  There are moments where she clearly shows a capacity to be tender and care about others and try to be better, which makes it fascinating and devastating when she fails to do that. And because she gets so much focus by the narrative, she’s very easy to grow attached to. [...] So, there are naturally a lot of divides when it comes to her. This both included shipping debates with her, and the big thing: whether we should like her or hate her. There are people who hate everything she stands for and they think she’s a bad character and a bad person. There are people who think she’s a bad person, but a  great character. There are people who feel really attached to her and defend her and feel like she’s a good character and a good person. I… haven’t met anyone who thinks she’s a good person and a bad  character, but I’m sure they exist. [...] But you can see how very quickly, these sides could come to hate each other. One person complains that Vriska shows up too much? Someone who loves her comes in to argue that she’s a great character and you’re being unfair to her. One  fan says they think she’s a good person? Someone else comes in with a laundry list of bad things she did. Someone else replies that those things were excusable and understandable. Someone else says they’re not. And because it’s the internet, these people fight forever and ever and ever. [...] It also spawned the meme ‘Vriska did nothing wrong’, which some people loved and some people hated. My understanding is that most of these people do not actually sincerely believe that Vriska did nothing wrong, but it’s more like a glib ironic thing you say when you like Vriska and don’t want to fight about it. They were tired of people getting mad at them for liking a character who’s a bad person. Some people also point out that a lot of male  characters have done stuff that’s pretty much on par with Vriska’s actions, and they tend to be humanized more and seen as a lot less divisive by the fandom. So ‘Vriska did nothing wrong’ quickly became a meme.“

[anchorandrope]

You don't care that those larries bully and harass and attack because they are afraid to lose the custumers? Or are you going to pretend that one of those big larries was not mad when people refused to send money via her website and chose to send them directly to charities? Larry cult afraid to lose the financial benefits of selling stuff in fandom and using domain names that official accounts use so they'd get clout and gloating about it daily. If you agree with what they do, why is that?

honey, i dont know if you know this but larries arent a for-profit organization or a cult💀 PLS arent you ashamed to humiliate yourself this much?

i was going to block you for the tenth time (how nice that you are my fan🥺🤍) but i needed to upload this for other people to laugh as much as i did.

for the 1000000000 time, thanks for proving that antis only have two brain cells.