#maybe i'm done maybe i'm not again good ideas not so well executed with some really nice scenes but others biting them in the ass

[halfdent]

on caped c/rusader Harv . the last two episodes felt like the best decisions they made with the character . It was almost like 'okay right decisions good job but wrong Harvey . " like if that last episode happened to my baby girl ? ;-; it would be far more of a loss . BUT I also understand that they were playing Bruce as an asshole too and they reflected each other and both changed , Bruce changed because of Harvey and seeing him actually get upset about him at the end was a nice beat but they had missed so many beats before that . It's hit and miss . Everytime Harv apologised for Twos and was accepted I was like :] that's nice . And I liked all those moments and the restaurant scene a lot . I still can't trust T/imm with Barbara after everything but her and Harv teaming up was wonderful .

I also thought , and no disrespect to the voice actors I'm sure they were doing their best with the directions they had but honestly they were the wrong voice overs for the parts of Bruce/Batman and Harvey/Two Face.

I need directors to understand that the best Harvey Dent NOT TWO FACE [ because this is paramount before even thinking of Twos ] is a Harvey who baby girls his way all over the place . The results don't lie .

[nimadjart]

Happy halloweeen. :)

This is the commentary track(?) to my digitober. It's just rambling, so don't expect anything too interesting.

This first picture came out on a whim, I originally didn't intend to do anything for this october. I had just arrived home from helping my mom out with something, and was in a good mood. I think this picture, as sketchy as it looks, reflects that feeling. I'm content with it - and it's halloween themed! All the better.

For the second, I tried to follow the "official inktober" list (something I'd drop quickly in the following days). I'm disastrous at making backgrounds, so I gave it a shot for practice sake. I think it's not a bad result, it almost kinda tells something of a story.

"Boots", hah. It's not terrible, but it's also missing a lot of polish. I think the idea behind it works well for a cute/sexy picture of Angewomon. Maybe some day I'll revisit it? I should put more practice into drawing the human form in the meanwhile lol.

I really dislike the fourth one. I think Lianpunmon deserves better art, so I'll definitely do it again some day. My skills are so undeveloped, it's very obvious seeing this poor hatching.

Speaking of hatching, I bit more than I can chew with this one. The composition isn't interesting enough either, and just like with Lianpunmon there's no story here. At least Angewomon seemed to be interacting with the viewer lol.

The sixth is something I liked better. It's kinda shody, but there's something of an urban fantasy thing going on.

The Vamdemon one I can see the faults: I need better line control, the shapes aren't locked in as well as they should be. Yet, I'm partial to it…

Rapidmon deserves better lol. I still really dig the idea behind this drawing, I just wish I'd have given myself the patience and time needed to render a kickass explosion.

SkullGreymon, I have little to comment. It has zero story, but it's carried by the vibes. It's the first (and arguably last lmao) time I think I was cooking with the halftones.

The tenth is arguably the peak of the entire month. It has some story, a neat composition, and acceptable execution. Strangely enough it was one of the quickest to make: I had an idea, and it came out in a few minutes (compared to some other drawings where I was fighting for my life), and it ultimately was one of the most interacted with drawings in my entire blog. Funny how that goes.

I like a lot the Piemon one, as bland as it is. It's like a design piece, more than a drawing. It helps that the perspective deformation hides my poor linework haha.

I went too hard on the Mephismon X one, to the detriment of the piece. Instead of adding texture, it just looks dirty. Damn.

The thirteenth one was my poor attempt at making a background. Originally, Bakemon was gonna have this devious, whimsical look, but as I finished drawing the stairs I thought "I'd be kinda tired after climbing a few floors", so I changed Bakemon's expression to reflect that. Just a little trivia.

The Jesmon is what I'd argue was my peak. Shapes are locked (as best as my skill lets them), values worked well, it told a story. It's my favourite of the month.

Fiftenth was made, mostly, trying to catch some Adventure buff to the ammount of interactions I'd get. I mean, I had fun drawing the characters, but the reality is that I had petty reasons. I don't dislike it though.

I know exactly what I wanted to do with the sixteenth, and I didn't achieve it. Looking back, I think I should've done it in BW, rather than grayscale, to make it pop more. Fix the composition too. It's too plain. Shame, I really like Lilithmon X's design.

Seventeenth was also one where I just phoned it in. I think the values are all over the place; though I do like the harsh light. Impmon is a lot of fun to draw, all things considered.

Greymon was fun, lots of fun to draw. But this was another piece where I went too crazy trying to use halftones, I ended up making something that lacked impact or presence. I do like, in a self deprecating way, how the background seems okay until you look at it directly and see that it's kinda bad lol.

I made Nefertimon's torso too long! I only realized when I was doing the finishing touches lol. Yet I like the whole thing a lot, I think the texture and lightning kinda sells it as a photo (the white border was an attempt at selling that further). Saw someone refer to it as "the last thing I see before I die", and that comment might stay with me forever lol.

The twentieth is another I had a clear picture in my head as to what I was actually hoping to make, but failed to. Instead of landing some sort of finish, it's on a weird gray (lol) area. Making clouds is hard y'all.

Twenty one is one where I managed to stick the landing to what I had in mind. I think the composition needed a few more minutes of baking, but overall I'm content with the result. Death-X-DORUgoramon is a complex design, so any degree of succesful translation is a win in my book.

I think I needed to draw some more background Kuramon for the twenty second. Y'know, to really sell the swarm thing. It's kinda too clean.

Before twenty three, I had never given myself the time to draw a tree shilouette. It was fun to turn off my brainfor a bit and just draw line, after line, after line, after line. I did the tree first, and then I tried to figure out how to make Shurimon. Originally, I wanted him to be hunched over more dramatically, almost as if he was climbing down the tree, but I was incapable of drawing it in a satisfactory manner. So this is what I got.

Twenty four is so bad! I think Monitamon came out fine, but the background elements are so poorly done! I'm so embarrassed! lol

Kabuterimon was really fun, very dramatic looking. I think it has some serious readability issues with the hands, but I don't dislike the idea I had at all.

Hackmon's drawing was done almost like a sibling piece to the fourteenth, Jesmon's. Like, Huckmon is somehow watching his exhausted future, yet he stands stoic. On it's own, I think it's plain. Like, it has some charm, but it's lacking in impact compared to the fourteenth. But maybe that's for the best of the story?

The Wizarmon sticker came through me realizing I wasn't practicing my lineart! So I did a sticker instead. This was actually version two, but number one was so bad I had to redo it. Despite it being a humble sticker chibi, it's overall the day I spent the most time drawing.

Twenty eight came from me realizing I hadn't done any Alphamon! So I did what I thought would look badass. As much as I like Alphamon, though, his shapes are difficult for me to grasp so it came out shoddy and weak lol.

Twenty nine, Ragna Lordmon vs Ragnamon, was hurt by me recording it. While an exciting thing to do, I felt like I wasn't allowed to do anything but move forward quickly, or to change things (I'd have moved both Ragnamon and the main Ragna Lordmon body closer to the center) that would've made the composition flow better. It's not an abject failure, and the video is fun to watch, but still…

Dorumon is a simple piece that I was a bit surprised to make. My birthday is not information I tell people, but I was just compelled to share a bit of myself. I dunno, it feels weird. I'm weird. It came out cute at least.

And at the last! Noble Pumpmon again. I'd love to tell you that I applied everything I learned throughout the month and it's my best piece and stuff, but that isn't the reality. It's a better show for a similar amount of effort compared to the October 1st drawing, but it's not some crazy good display of betterment. A bit, yes, but less than I had hoped.

If you made it this far into this silly wall of text I wrote, I thank you. I thank everyone who interacted with my drawings, it pleases me a lot to see that someone gave it a like, or a share, or a comment. I learned about myself, and my limits, through this experience. It was tiring, but setting myself the goal of "make a drawing a day" was, paradoxically, liberating. Like, now I had a reason to draw! (despite me having some comission work to do lmfao). It was nice. This was one of the most entertaining octobers in recent years. Thanks again to everyone who participated in some fashion.

[n0tamused]

dottore having to dispose of a faulty clone (maybe bc they were threatening reader) and then handfeeding reader parts of it like cannibalism as a metaphor for love…. do we see the vision or is this a little too 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 💔💔

A/n: pookie you're all good, thank you for feeding my brain worms with this idea I'm sending you smooches. I do hope I executed this well. I had a lot in my head that I wanted to write for this but I didn't want this to turn into a word scramble so here's this. Enjoy <3

Content: Dottore x GN reader, dark content(?), a bit yandere, implied unhealthy relationship, implied cannibalism, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, idk what else to tag as I never posted something like this so if anything else needs tagging feel free to lemme know

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Several candles lined the polished oak table, its surface smooth and almost sticky, the light rippling over the dark lines of the carvings on top like little light bugs chasing one another. The golden hues danced over the plates as well, but the dim light scarcely allowed for a good look at the dishes.

The fork extending forward to your lips was the only thing that held your attention long enough to be observed, taken in fully, lips closing around the bit of meat and vegetables. The juice and oil fills your mouth, sinking past your teeth and around your gums, the taste is rich yet stale all at once. You couldn’t comment on it, you didn't know what to say about it. Not with the Doctor sitting at your side and being the one to feed you so, so gently.

It's hard to remember when was the last time he looked so gentle, kind even, perhaps when he was lighting up the candles with such care, as if his own breath would blow the flames into a blaze, allowing you to see your plate in full.

The meat was well done, seasoned to your liking, and something told you it was Dottore’s own hand who prepared it, gave it his all to make it so perfect for consumption. Parts of him were laced through every sensation, every smell and every bite. Your own plate is set before him and he's cutting all your bites, spearing pieces of meat and salad onto the fork before feeding it to you, making sure you ate well.

The dull ache in your arms is brought back into memory as you languidly chew on a bite, and your fingers absentmindedly touch over your sleeves over where the bruises lay, feeling the ache grow.

“Do they still hurt you?” His voice called out amidst smoky smells and brown fog, calling you to the present. “Have you gotten any rest at all, my dear?” He added, his head tilting in your direction, his bird-like mask not allowing you for a glimpse of his ruby eyes, but from underneath you can see glimpses of the scars peeking through, teasing your eyes. For some reason he chose to wear it here, now, only puzzling you further. 

“No.. no.. they're fine… I’ll get some rest later tonight, sir..” you reply as you swallow and watch how he grimaced at the title, and you nearly cough from how big this bite was, but you would have taken a bigger bite had Dottore allowed you to feast yourself. Perhaps not, but you told yourself you would. Be it the rich taste or some other factor, you yearned to take up each bone from the meat and lick it clean, sucking out the marrow from within and letting it melt into your guts.

Would he be satisfied then?

Would you be?

The candles flicker. He's still looking at you

“Are you still afraid? I've already told you so, and explained it many times. You have nothing to fear here. This was just an error in the system which will not ever happen again.. and you shouldn't have been around to witness it, anyhow..”. You have to wonder how he can say all this with so little fear. Then again, the clone was his creation. He knew it inside and out, every crevice and every wire.

“I understand.. it's just that.. I'd rather not face the others now..not after that..” 

Truth be told, having him around was also slightly unnerving, as he wore nearly an identical face as the one that harmed you. They were the same, but also not. He was gentle, but he was not.

The one that hurt you was long disposed of and would never harm you again, but Dottore was once the one that hurt you, and now he has poured himself out before you, all for your pleasure and the sweet poison of safety and love.

He hopes to convey it to you through each meticulously put bite, every sip he graces your lips with. He had cut himself open for you and would do so again, just as he hurt you through that error. It came as easy as drinking and breathing. 

“That’s understandable. I assure you are safe, and however dark the night may get - I'll be there with you… But for now, you must eat, not fear. Open wide..”

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hi!! I love the way you write the bayverse boys, especially your headcanons! My favorite has to be your disability headcanons, I'm disabled and I love seeing representation. Would you be willing to write some headcanons of how the boys would act with a disabled partner? I know that's kind of a vague request since there are so many different ways to be disabled, but maybe some general headcanons on how they'd be with a partner that just has a hard time doing the "everyday" stuff, like getting out of bed/brushing teeth/walking around for a long time? I understand if you're not comfortable with writing this!

Hello, my dear anon! You're in luck! Luck? Is that the word? Idk. I, myself, am disabled! I'm only really comfortable writing the disabilities I'm intimately familiar with (without extensive conversation with people who do have them), but I CAN speak to the ol' classic combo of ADHD, Autism Spectrum Disorder, and Sensory Processing Disorder (I have an alphabet full, but these are the main 3 that cause me daily issues).

AuDHD Reader Headcanons

Here are some ways our boys would actively love a Sensory Avoidant Autistic with ADHD (much, non-physical love to my fellow neurosparklies), and a few things they might have a little trouble with.

Leo

Don't worry about a thing, love. He's got you covered.

Need a dark quiet place to hide for a while? His room exists. It's already perfect.

Leo's a light sleeper, so your very soft morning alarm, *will* wake him, but he loves that he doesn't have to endure an obnoxious wake up call.

If he's not there to fix them himself, your current breakfast foods and drinks are already on the counter waiting for you. A lunch box / containers sitting behind them, just in case you can't eat yet.

Always has a portable safe food on hand in case you get distracted or forget to eat AND forgot what he laid out for you, as well as earplugs, sunglasses, a water bottle in whatever temperature you prefer, and a soft hoodie just in case you're having one of *those* days where *everything* is too much.

Expect him to be checking in every few hours. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with constant attention, but will ensure meds, water, and food happen.

If you can't speak, he'll usually be pretty good at picking up on what you need until you can talk again.

Issues:

Leo has OCD. While at first, he may be fine picking up after you when you leave a mess, it could build resentment after a while, so try not to keep your stuff in his room.

Leo's never had an issue with executive function, so expect him not to understand why you can't just *do* the thing. It'll take a bit for him to get that your brain needs to play before it's capable of doing a task that doesn't give you dopamine, and he may give you a hard time about "getting the important thing done first."

Raph

He's got this. Donnie's autistic, so he has an idea of what to expect... at least, he thinks he does. Hopes he does. Regardless, he'll figure it out.

He cleans the HELL out of his room the first time you come over, no chaotic mess or wierd smells allowed. He may have a bit of an issue *keeping* it that way, but if he notices it's affecting you, he'll handle it.

Pressure. Therapy. My guy gives the BIGGEST BESTEST hugs and will hold you as long for as tightly as you need. (This is really all of them, but I have a favorite, okay?)

OT anyone? Existing physically is hard when you feel like you have to tell every part of you, separately, what to do. Posture and overall muscle mass and flexibility suffer. Raph is there to make sure that doesn't happen. He won't be a dick about it, and he'll find ways to make the weightroom more sensory friendly, but he won't be okay with you neglecting yourself.

Similarly, nutrition! Raph has this uncanny ability to make just about ANYTHING into a safe food. Up to and including removing things after the dish is done cooking. If you order take out and you don't like mushrooms (or your disliked ingredient of choice), expect them to be removed before you even sit down. Multivitamins and hydration are also priority, and expect him to occasionally shove a water bottle in your face. He has a vested interest in you staying healthy.

He usually knows how and when to interrupt you to avoid the bulk of hyperfixation rage, and even when you snap at him, he knows not to take it personally. He's used to Donnie's "moments," so he'll just silently raise a brow ridge and wait for you to fully come back to earth.

Loves to sing and when you lay on his shell the reverb of his rich baritone feels niiiiiice. 10/10 for sensory regulation.

Listens oh so patiently to your info dumping. Half the time he has no idea what your saying, but he loves the sound of your voice and he loves how excited you get about your latest hyperfixation. Seeing you bouncy and bright eyed about... cereal or whatever, can fully turn his day around.

Issues:

Raphael is a physical guy, If you are touch averse, expect this to be a problem. He'll try not to take it personally, he knows it's not personal, Donnie doesn't like being touched either, but it does mess with his head for a while. During those times you're okay with physical contact, try and give him all the reassurance.

Can be a bit pushy about your health and safety at times. Usually it's easy to determine when there's an actual threat and when he's just being overprotective. He's getting better about the latter.

Donnie

'Tism twins!!!

While there is the usual social tapdance of "what type of neurospicy are you?" when you first meet, you both know how important it is to get as much information as possible right up front, so you know how to operate around each other.

Infodumping becomes an art form. You can see be working in silence for hours when one of you will start talking, already halfway through your own conversation in your head, and the other is instantly on board. You learn a LOT from each other about the most beautifully random things.

Expect him to keep a small fridge/pantry stocked with safe foods (when he remembers) and drinks (when he remembers). You more or less end up taking turns restocking everything when you notice the other's safe foods are out.

Fidgets. Everywhere.

Understanding that when either of you check in with the other to make sure they're staying on task, it's not passive aggressive, and your genuinely asking if they need help staying focused.

Has a "Sensory Regulation Chamber" in the lab that's essentially just quiet room stocked with anything either of you need to regulate. Sunglasses, fluffy sweaters, a drum set, you need it? He'll get it.

Issues:

Beware the usual issues that arise with Neurodivergent couples, when your 'tism clashes with his. If you need quiet and he needs to infodump, you can direct him elsewhere, but you're his person, and he wants to tell YOU. So expect pouting.

Hyperfixation rage on both sides can be a huge problem, and if you're not careful, it can quickly turn into a full blown fight over nothing.

Mike

It's all good, Angel. Whatever you need.

The most chill about it, and will fully roll with the punches whenever something happens he isn't expecting.

Snacks? Snacks. No need to worry about the stress of sitting down to, or putting together a whole meal. He's got your safe snacks on hand at all times.

His hoodie is now your hoodie. Full stop.

Want to watch the same movie, listen to the same song, play the same game, or eat the same food seventeen times in a row? Hell yeah! Let's go for the record!

Many with SPD (sensory processing disorder), know how helpful cannabis can be. He and Donnie are already tinkering with some plants, so he'll put a few aside to breed into something that tones down the world without leaving you tired and foggy.

Will listen to you infodump for hours with a goofy lovestruck smile on his face. You'll think he isn't listening, but he'll surprise you with something later that shows just how closely he was.

Issues:

OVERSTIMULATION. And NOT in the fun way (maybe the fun way, but that wouldn't necessarily be an "issue"). Both he and his space are bright and loud and there's a lot of stuff with very little organization. which we all know isn't a problem... Until, suddenly, it really *really* is. Set up a quiet space. You will need it.

Similarly, he's got a bit of a codependency issue. They all do, really, but Mike's is pretty extreme. Before you, things were... dark. And now you're here and things are awesome and what do you mean you don't want to snuggle on the couch right now? Did he do something wrong? Handling touch aversion and your occasional need for solitude takes him a WHILE.

ALL OF 'EM

These boys are sensory heaven. It's like they were made for sensory regulation. From textured skin to big strong arms to their churr basically solving every problem in your world, if only for a little while, expect them to be your safe space and refuge.

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[0nlyhere4phil]

Rating All of Dab and Evans New Outfits (except the randomized ones)

Starting with Dabs Everyday:

Um. No this was not the serve they thought it was. First things first I hate the silver, it makes no sense, Phil doesn't have silver hair. Next THE BOOTS! THE BOOTS ARE FOUL THEY DON'T GO WITH ANYTHING! This look would have been acceptable if it wasn't for those fucking boots. The sweater is good and the pants were fine (should have gone with green though), but those boots ruined it. Overall 5/10. They took my boys drip away.

Next His Formal:

This had potential to be something good. I don't hate the idea of the outfit, but the way they executed it was horrible. They needed to change the shoes, add some makeup, and some accessories THEN this would have been camp. If the shirt was a white and not pink it would have been nicer. If they had tied in the green or blue into other parts of the outfit it would have been a look, but honestly this might as well be randomized. No thought was put into it in my opinion. Overall a 4/10

Next His Swimwear:

It's fine. At first I thought it didn't make sense for Dab to be wearing something like this, but actually it makes a lot of sense LOL. So yeah this one is fine. 6/10

Next His Hot Weather:

What the fuck? At least the colors go together, but other than that it's bad. If they had made the shirt a more fitting one, maybe like a tank top, it would have been good. For the shoes...why did they keep those? They could have just put him in some plane white shoes or slides, but they put him in those. I'll give it to them they do match the color scheme, but other than that it's a flop. Overall this is just a mess 3/10

Next His Cold Weather:

This is actually fine. The only complaint I have is I wish they made the shoes a black boot, but other than that this works. 9/10

That's it for Dab. I'm sad they took his boho artsy aesthetic away. Moving on to Evan.

Evans Everyday:

This is great! I love his new hair a lot, I'm glad they stuck to a good color pallet, and I'm glad they let his ankles breathe. Literally the only thing I would have done is choose a shirt without the hand coverings, but that's just a nitpick. For Dan and Phil this was a really good cohesive fit. 10/10

Next His Formal Wear:

Another serve from Evan Pancakes. The only thing that would have made this perfect was if the pants were darker, but other than that it's still a really good look. 9.5/10

Next His Sleepwear:

Nothing much to really say other than it's sleepwear. I do like how he has a cohesive color pallet going on. Overall it's cute 7/10

Next His Party Wear:

This is really cute. I like the top, I love the nails, the pants could have been better but they're not hurting my eyes, and he has accessories! The only thing that irks me is the shoes, I feel like they don't match the rest of the outfit. Other than the shoes though this outfit is quite cute. 8.5/10

Next His Swimwear:

So, personally I feel like Evan wouldn't wear something like this. I feel like he would be a long trunk with a tank top kind of guy. It's not bad, because it's not much, but it's not good cause it just doesn't match Evan. 3/10

Next His Hot Weather:

Ummm no. Again I feel like this doesn't match Evans vibe. I like the color blue on him though. Other than that it's kind of a mess. Those flip flops don't match the rest of the fit, and the random glasses confuse me LOL. 2/10

Next His Cold Weather:

This is really nice. This matches his vibe perfectly. 9/10

That's it for Evan! Honestly they did a really good job on him.

So, that was Dab and Evans new wardrobe, it could have been better it could have been worse. Depending on how this is received and on if I really wanna do it, I'll make one of these for the Howlters.

[0rb0t]

my problem is that I like my ships best if they maintain as much of their canon personalities as possible.

If they bicker or fight or are prickly in canon, I'm okay with them doing that as a ship, too! It feels natural!

With sonadow, I hadn't shipped them in a while because I hated how Shadow's personality had become from the 2010s until like. Sonic Prime. Shadow ISN'T a bully!!! He fights AGAINST bullies. He can get competitive but usually only with Sonic. He's serious, he doesn't quite get small talk or some sayings, and his resting face LOOKS PISSED but he's just standing there.

I loved Sonic Boom as an AU, but when Shadow's personality became that in the main continuity, I was devastated. It felt like the executives took a character so beloved by us shy people, looked at his superficial design and went "Yeah this guy is an edgy dickhead"

We didn't call him edgy because of his design or attitude, we called him that because his narrative was SO MUCH DARKER than Sonic's or anyone else's. But that became the norm, everything became about Shadow being an edgelord asshole who threatens people and calls them weak and pathetic. He went from some guy who was dedicated to saving the world and keeping the peace to some jerkoff who'd tell people to kys all the time. And I was so, so sad.

And then Sonic Prime happened. And I was afraid at first to try to open my heart to the writing, because Shadow had been done dirty SO MANY TIMES...

But suddenly, Sonic AND Shadow, AND THEIR DYNAMIC was GOT. It's like they UNDERSTOOD. I'm still not a fan of the idea of Shadow not having friends, but it feels more like he doesn't have friends because he's afraid of that vulnerability RATHER THAN because he's being written as a bully.

AND IT BRINGS A TEAR OF JOY TO MY EYE. My awkward baby was back, the guy who focused on the mission so hard he'd miss the finer details at times. But also, the guy who cares SO MUCH but can't express it properly for the LIFE of him.

The guy who grabs others by the hand to pull them forward, to run WITH them. Who keeps warning Sonic not to trust so blindly because he is WORRIED about not just the consequences of the big picture, but also what that will do to his friend.

Sonic being too busy being sassy and playful that he can't realize that this IS Shadow caring, it's just not as open or casual or bubbly as his other friends. Shadow can't do that; it's just not the way he is. He's more stiff, he hates attention, he'd rather be in the background, he comes across as awkward when he's trying to be cool or serious.

But he actually seems to RELAX a bit around Sonic, and they work SO WELL together. Their personalities are TOTAL OPPOSITES but they ALWAYS attract. Magnetized together.

And it feels SO GOOD to see that understood, and written GENUINELY. AFTER 15 YEARS OF SEGA GETTING IT WRONG, we're finally giving Shadow his integrity and core BACK!!!!

And I prefer seeing ship art of them that reflects this. I used to draw so much sonadow back in the day, but I just don't anymore. Maybe I can get back into it, since I'm still too picky about fanon sonadow.

But GOD does it feel GOOD to see my boys respected narratively again!!!!

[deathpactagainn]

i cannot stand how tpot 16 pen is treated by both the fandom and the show

analysis below cut

I want to preface this by saying I actually enjoy the concept of Pen's story in tpot 16, and whilst I think the way they approach couldve DEFINITELY been better, I still enjoy this scene and could probably never fully dislike it.

First, I wanna talk about why I believe a scene like this was necessary for Pen and why I don't believe in the sentiment that it was "unprovoked" or "unnecessary" for someone like him. We see time and time again how greatly Pen is affected by the loss of the people around him, considerably moreso in him then in others. So, why is that? Pen is clearly very attached to these relationships he has, because to him, it gives him some sort of sanctity in knowing he has these people here for him, but without this support from other's, he crumbles. He's distressed in bfb when separated from his friends, mourns Blocky when he joins Four in bfb, and is shaken up by the meer idea of him and Eraser being on different teams. Even worse so when Eraser is eliminated. Even with Needle, someone he'd just became friends with, he seemed distressed when loosing her despite how little time they've been friends. So, where am I going with this?

Simply put, I don't think this as a concept is acknowledged enough. Whilst, yes, we see this play out multiple times with his friends, I believe they need to fully recognize the fact that the relationships he has with his friends and the codependency that comes with it is unhealthy. He's similar to Pencil in the sense that they both are desperate to win safety, but whilst Pencil is looking to save herself, Pen is looking to save his friends. The concept of loosing another friend is absolutely mortifying to Pen, which is why he's such a try hard in challenges, he wants to save his friends and prove his worth. But.. what were they trying to do with him??

What I don't understand is why they chose for him to be mad at.. Pencil. Someone who just wanted safety. Like everyone else in this show. Whilst I don't fully understand the concept they were going with, I can see where this can be headed.

The sentiment I fully, and I mean FULLY disagree with is the idea that Pen has nothing to be angry about. Because, like, did you watch the show. Pen has every right to be angry about losing his friends time and time again, but what he doesn't have the right to do is to target and blame Pencil for something like, like.. has nothing to do with her?? However, I don't entirely hate this idea. Well, I do, but mainly just because of how it's executed. To me, this scene is very sudden. Pen is practically never angry like how we see in this scene, but that's also why it's necessary for him to make mistakes whilst being in this state. We can see how it takes over him physically, with how he broke the bridge carelessly, so why can't it manifest in other ways?

Pen obviously tries his best to save his friends, obviously, but it's never good enough for him. However, he knows it's all he has, so when a new factor (Pencil) is thrown into his already constructed worldview, he places the blame onto her. To him, he's already done his part, he tried to protect his friends and unfortunately failed, but to him he failed because of this factor, again, aka Pencil. Basically, he's projecting his frustration onto her. I know this isn't a perfect concept whatsoever but I'm working with what I got 😭

Like I said, I believe Pen has a right to he angry, howeverrr.. I sorta wish they didn't go that route. I wish that instead of seeing this angry side of him, we got to see a more sensitive and desperate side of him that really highlights this subconscious codependency he has with his friends through the series. To show him in this vulnerable state after facing so many of his friends eliminations would be a great way to shine his character through, and maybe get people off the Pen hate train cause holyyyyy.

I'd like to add an additional note for the whole "cap coming off thing", since I see this being a hot discussion amongst this scene. Yes, It's corny. Yes, it's ugly, but bear with me here. We all know how when Liy get's mad, she flips her switch, so similarly Pen takes off his cap, and I believe this is meant to represent 2 things. 1, this newfound anger being a separate version of him we've never really seen (told by how many people were ASTONISHED by how ugly he is without the cap) and 2, his subconscious codependency.

1) We've never really seen this angry side of Pen before, and I realllyyy hate how they try to walk you through it, since I believe this scene should be messy less coherent, to visualize how Pen has never released this pent up anger before and now doesn't know how to handle it. 2) We all know that cap doesn't do shit. With Liy, it's obviously different, since it does affect her, but with Pen? Dude. Put the cap back on. But also, I think it was a clever choice. It shows how even when he's trying to find himself and guide himself through his own anger, he looks towards his friends for guidance for it, so he mimics the way Liy flips her switch with how he takes off his cap. It's obviously much more of a mental thing for him, rather than Liy's being more physical.

What I'm trying to say is Pen has a lot of potential, both unused and used in the wrong ways, and it's really disheartening to see people hate on a character I hold so close to my heart. Live, Laugh, Love Pen guys. Good day.

[sleepberries]

For your spideyhood fics, if it interestes you any, I'd like to request some instances where Jason kills people/targets. See him enforce his rules and get his hands bloodied. I miss it. he is passionate about his goals and id really like to see him stick to his principles despite what everyone Wants him to do. If not killing then AT LEAST heavily torturing his target? maybe peter seeing him in his element and getting a reality check of what it means to really be dating the full, unfiltered jason todd? make it known he IS dating a very meticulous killer. OH or, have peter comparing jason to wade in how they execute their plans/targets? idk i just really miss jason getting things done His way, no compromising on his part. free him of these no kill rule and rubber bullet shackles ! unmuzzle my baby girl !!

okay this was actually great timing because a few days ago i finished the first draft of one of the prequels that is opening the discussion of just that !! it's important to note that while it hasn't really need shown yet, jason absolutely still is using lethal force. it's what he does!! and peter and him are absolutely butting heads over it. now, this ficlet doesn't have a name yet and i don't really have plans to post it for a while, but here you go !!

If there was one thing Peter Parker knew for absolute certain, it was that nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday.

Mondays were expected tragedies. Wednesdays marked the halfway point. Thursdays held promise. Fridays brought relief. But Tuesdays? Tuesdays were chaos incarnate—like the universe took all its leftover bad ideas and dumped them right in the middle of an otherwise perfectly fine week.

Case in point: the Red Hood was back in his city.

Peter spotted him immediately, a red-helmeted shadow skulking along a warehouse rooftop in the industrial district. It had been three weeks since their first encounter—since the mysterious vigilante had hauled that flickering wizard guy back to wherever murdery vigilantes took their prisoners. Peter had assumed that was the end of their brief, bizarre interaction.

Yet here he was again, lurking around Peter's turf like he owned the place.

"Well, well, well," Peter called out, landing with practiced grace on the edge of the roof. "If it isn't Gotham's favorite trigger-happy tourist."

Red Hood didn't startle. He merely turned his head, the expressionless helmet gleaming dully in the moonlight. "Spider-Man. Just the pest I was hoping to avoid."

"Aw, you remembered me!" Peter pressed a hand to his chest. "I'm touched. Really."

"Touch this," Hood growled, flipping him off before returning to what appeared to be surveillance of the warehouse across the street.

Peter rolled his eyes beneath his mask and approached, crouching down beside the leather-jacketed vigilante. "So what brings you back to the Big Apple? Miss my charming personality? The authentic pizza? Or did you just get lost on your way to Jersey's finest trash heap again?"

Red Hood remained focused on the warehouse. "I'm working."

"Ooh, cryptic. Love that for you." Peter leaned over, trying to see what had captured the other vigilante's attention so completely. "What kind of 'work' are we talking about? Because if it involves making people dead, I'm gonna have to firmly vote no on that."

Hood exhaled slowly, the sound distorted through his helmet. "How are you still alive when you're this annoying?"

"Superior reflexes, amazing good looks, and sheer force of will," Peter replied without missing a beat. "Now seriously, what's going on?"

For a moment, Peter thought Hood might actually shoot him just to shut him up. Instead, the vigilante reached into his jacket and pulled out a small device, projecting a holographic display of shipping manifestos.

"Someone's moving Scarecrow toxin through your city," he said finally. "Thought you might want to know before half of Manhattan starts hallucinating their worst fears."

Peter's humor evaporated instantly. "Scarecrow? As in the Gotham nutjob who makes people see nightmare fuel?"

"The same."

"How much toxin are we talking?"

"Enough to cover a ten-block radius," Hood replied, flicking through the manifesto. "They're moving it tonight. Splitting the shipment into three parts. This—" he gestured to the warehouse they were watching, "—is where they're dividing it up."

Peter studied the warehouse with newfound intensity. "Why would anyone bring that stuff here?"

"Money," Hood said simply. "Some rich asshole thinks it'll make a great party drug—the ultimate 'bad trip' for trust fund kids with too much cash and too little sense."

"That's..." Peter struggled to find words. "That's monumentally stupid."

"Welcome to humanity."

Peter's spider-sense buzzed faintly at the base of his skull—not immediate danger, but a warning of trouble ahead. He narrowed his eyes at Hood. "How do you know all this?"

The helmeted vigilante's posture shifted slightly. "I have my sources."

"Uh-huh. And you just happened to be passing through New York again?"

"Look, Spandex," Hood snapped, turning to face him fully. "I tracked these bastards from Gotham. They killed three people getting this stuff out. I don't give a rat's ass if you believe me or not, but that warehouse is about to receive enough fear toxin to turn this neighborhood into a horror show."

Peter held up his hands. "Okay, okay. I believe you."

Hood stared at him for a beat longer before returning to his surveillance. Peter watched him, mind racing. If what Hood was saying was true—and his spider-sense suggested it was—they had a serious problem on their hands.

"What's the plan?" Peter asked finally.

Hood glanced at him. "We?"

"Uh, yeah, we," Peter gestured between them. "This is my city, remember? I'm not letting you run around shooting people, no matter how bad they are."

The vigilante made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Cute. You think you can stop me."

"I know I can," Peter said, his voice dropping its usual playfulness. "The question is whether we work together efficiently or waste time fighting each other while dangerous chemicals get distributed through my city."

Red Hood went silent, considering. Finally, he put away the holographic device. "Fine. Here's how this goes. We wait until the shipment arrives. They'll bring it in, split it three ways. Once we confirm the toxin is there, we move in, neutralize the threat, and secure the shipment."

"When you say 'neutralize the threat'..." Peter began.

"I mean take down the criminals," Hood cut him off. "Christ, you think I'm going to execute people in front of you?"

"I genuinely have no idea what you're willing to do," Peter replied honestly. "That's kind of the issue here."

Hood tilted his helmet in what Peter imagined was an eye roll. "Just follow my lead and try not to get in my way."

"Counterproposal," Peter said brightly. "We follow my lead, since this is my city, and nobody dies. Crazy concept, I know."

"Here's a crazy concept for you—"

Hood's retort was cut short as a convoy of three unmarked vans pulled up to the warehouse. Men in dark clothing began unloading large metal crates.

"That's our cue," Hood muttered, reaching for his guns.

Peter quickly shot a web, stopping Hood's hand. "Whoa, hold up. We need a proper plan."

Hood yanked his hand free. "The plan is stop the bad guys, secure the toxin."

"Yeah, but like, with more steps and fewer bullets," Peter insisted. "These aren't just regular crooks—they're handling Scarecrow toxin. One broken container and everyone nearby is having the worst trip of their lives, us included."

Hood paused, then gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. What do you suggest?"

"I'll take high ground, web up the exits to prevent escape. You cover the main floor but—" Peter fixed him with what he hoped was a stern look despite his mask, "—non-lethal takedowns only. Deal?"

Hood stared at him for a long moment. "If this goes sideways because I couldn't use necessary force, it's on you."

"I can live with that. Can't say the same for your potential victims."

Without waiting for a response, Peter shot a web and swung toward the warehouse, positioning himself above a skylight. From here, he could see men opening the crates, revealing smaller metal containers inside. One of the men lifted a vial of sickly yellow liquid, examining it before carefully placing it in a specialized transport case.

Peter's earpiece crackled as Hood's voice came through. "I count twelve hostiles. Three armed with automatic weapons, the rest have handguns."

"When did you—" Peter touched his ear in surprise.

"Slipped a comm link onto your suit while you were busy being righteous," Hood replied. "You're welcome."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Twelve guys with guns handling extremely dangerous chemicals. What could possibly go wrong?"

"On my mark," Hood said, ignoring his sarcasm. "Three... two... one..."

Peter crashed through the skylight, glass shattering around him as he descended. In the same moment, Hood burst through a side door, guns drawn but—true to their agreement—firing what appeared to be rubber bullets.

"It's Spider-Man!" someone shouted.

"And the Red Hood!" another yelled, panic evident in his voice.

"Package deal, fellas!" Peter quipped, webbing two gunmen to the wall before they could aim. "Buy one vigilante, get another free!"

Hood moved with brutal efficiency, putting a bullet through the head of the first gunman who raised his weapon. The man crumpled instantly, dead before he hit the floor. Two more criminals charged him, and Hood dispatched them with methodical precision—one shot to the chest, another to the throat. Blood splattered across the concrete as they fell.

"What the hell?!" Peter shouted, momentarily frozen in horror.

"Holy shit, stop!" Peter called out, webbing frantically to incapacitate the remaining gunmen before Hood could execute them too. "The toxin containers!"

He swung low, kicking the legs out from under a bulky man raising his weapon toward Hood's back. The vigilante nodded in acknowledgment before drawing a knife and slashing it across the fallen attacker's throat in one fluid motion. Blood pooled beneath the dying man as Hood moved on without hesitation.

"Behind you!" Hood barked suddenly.

Peter's spider-sense flared as he twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding a knife that would have slashed across his ribs. He webbed the attacker's face, blinding him, then connected with a solid punch that sent the man sprawling.

The fight was chaotic but controlled. Peter had to admit—grudgingly—that Hood knew what he was doing. His movements were precise, economical, lacking the flashy acrobatics Peter favored but no less effective.

Six men were down. Then eight. Then ten.

Just as victory seemed certain, one of the remaining gunmen made a desperate play. He grabbed a vial of toxin from an open case.

"Stay back!" he shouted, holding the vial threateningly. "One more step and I break this! We'll all get a lungful!"

Peter froze. Hood stopped advancing.

"Smart choice," the man sneered, backing toward an exit. His partner used the distraction to edge toward another door.

"Buddy, I don't think you understand what you're holding," Peter said carefully. "That's not just some drug. That's military-grade nightmare juice."

"Shut up!" the man shouted, his hand trembling dangerously around the vial.

Peter saw Hood's posture shift subtly, his hand inching toward a different pouch on his belt.

"Let me handle this," Peter said quickly, both to Hood and the gunman. "Nobody else needs to get hurt."

The man laughed, high and panicky. "You think I'm stupid? The second I put this down, I'm done for!"

"True," Hood said suddenly, his electronically distorted voice eerily calm. "You're done either way."

Before Peter could react, Hood had drawn and fired in one fluid motion. The bullet pierced the man's shoulder, causing him to stumble backward in pain. As he fell, Hood fired again, this time straight through his heart. The man was dead before he hit the ground, his hand releasing the vial as he collapsed.

"No!" Peter shouted, lunging forward.

The vial slipped from his fingers.

Time seemed to slow as Peter lunged forward, shooting a web to catch the falling container. His webbing wrapped around it just inches from the floor, suspending it in a cocoon of synthetic silk.

"Jesus Christ," Peter breathed, heart hammering against his ribs.

"Problem solved," Hood said, stalking over to kick away the fallen gunman's weapon before the man could recover.

Peter carefully retrieved the webbed vial, securing it back in its container. "You call that solved? You nearly caused exactly what we were trying to prevent!"

"I had it under control," Hood replied dismissively.

"Like hell you did!" Peter snapped. "Another inch and we'd all be tripping balls right now!"

Hood turned to the last remaining criminal, who had frozen in place during the commotion. The man immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't shoot! Please!"

Hood advanced slowly. "Where were you taking the shipments?"

"I—I don't know the final destinations," the man stammered. "We were just paid to split it up and hand it off!"

"Not good enough," Hood growled. Without hesitation, he shot the man in the knee. The criminal screamed, collapsing to the ground.

Hood knelt beside him, pressing the hot barrel of his gun against the man's temple. "Let's try again. Where were the shipments going?"

"Jesus, stop!" the man sobbed. "There's a club in Manhattan! Blue Velvet! The owner's the distributor!"

Hood nodded, then pressed the gun harder. "Who's your supplier? Who got it out of Gotham?"

"Penguin's crew! It was Penguin's crew! Please!"

Hood considered this information, then stood up. Before Peter could react, he fired a single shot through the man's head.

"STOP!" Peter yelled, webbing Hood's arm and yanking it violently. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Hood whirled on him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Stopping you from crossing a line," Peter said firmly. "We got what we came for. The toxin is secure, the bad guys are down. It's over."

"It's not over until I get answers!" Hood snarled, wiping blood from his leather jacket. "You think this is the only shipment? You think these are the only guys involved? Wake up, Spider-Man!"

"You just executed them all in cold blood!" Peter's voice shook with rage and disbelief. "You didn't even hesitate!"

"That's how this works," Hood said coldly. "They knew what they signed up for. Trafficking fear toxin means they were ready to torture thousands of innocent people for profit."

"That doesn't give you the right to be judge, jury, and executioner!" Peter shouted. "We have a justice system for a reason!"

"A system that fails every single day," Hood countered, his voice dripping with contempt. "While you web them up and the cops process them, lawyers get them out, judges let them walk, and they're back on the street doing the same shit before the blood dries. I stop the cycle permanently."

Peter stared at the carnage around them—seven bodies, blood pooling on concrete. "This isn't justice. It's slaughter."

"It's necessary," Hood replied without remorse. "Get out of my way. I need to hit that club before they realize something's wrong here."

"No."

The tension between them stretched taut, a rubber band about to snap. Peter's spider-sense hummed steadily, warning him of the impending confrontation.

Hood moved first, feinting left before driving a right hook toward Peter's jaw. Even with his enhanced reflexes, Peter barely avoided the blow—Hood was fast, far faster than he had any right to be.

Peter flipped backward, creating distance. "You really want to do this now?"

"You started it," Hood replied, closing the gap with a flurry of strikes that Peter blocked or dodged.

Peter recognized military training in Hood's movements—disciplined, precise, unlike the brawlers he usually dealt with. He returned the assault with his own style—agile, unpredictable, enhanced by his spider-sense and superhuman strength.

They were evenly matched in ways that surprised Peter. For every blow Hood landed, Peter connected with one of his own. For every trick Peter employed, Hood had a counter.

"You're—pretty good—for a walking traffic light," Peter grunted, narrowly avoiding a kick aimed at his midsection.

"And you're—not completely useless—for a circus reject," Hood returned, ducking under Peter's roundhouse.

They clashed again, Hood's armored forearm meeting Peter's web-reinforced block with a solid thunk. They broke apart, circling each other warily.

Around them, webbed and injured criminals watched in confusion as their captors battled each other.

"This is stupid," Peter said finally, breathing hard. "We're on the same side."

"Are we?" Hood challenged. "Because from where I'm standing, you're protecting criminals."

"I'm preventing murder," Peter corrected. "There's a difference."

Hood gestured sharply at the containers of toxin. "You know what that stuff does? It doesn't just scare people. It breaks them. Pushes their brains past what they can handle. People claw their own eyes out. Jump from buildings. Kill their loved ones because they see monsters instead of family."

His voice had taken on a raw quality that penetrated even the electronic distortion of his helmet. "I've seen it firsthand. These bastards were willing to spread that for profit. They don't deserve your protection."

Peter lowered his guard slightly. "It's not about what they deserve. It's about who we are. What we stand for."

"Save the sermon," Hood snapped, but some of the fight had gone out of him. "Some problems can't be solved by webbing them to a lamp post and calling the cops."

"Maybe not," Peter admitted. "But if we start playing judge, jury, and executioner, how are we any different from the bad guys?"

Hood stared at him for a long moment, then holstered his gun with a muttered curse. "You're exhausting, you know that?"

Peter grinned beneath his mask. "It's part of my charm."

Before Hood could respond, the sound of sirens pierced the night air. Someone had called the police—probably a neighbor alarmed by the gunfire.

Hood tensed. "That's my cue to leave."

"Wait," Peter said quickly. "The toxin—we need to contain it properly."

Hood considered this, then nodded. "I've got specialized containment units in my bike. Can neutralize the compound if anything leaks."

"Great. I'll round up our new friends here while you get the gear." Peter gestured to the criminals, some moaning in pain, others silently watching their exchange. "Try not to shoot anyone on the way, okay?"

"No promises," Hood muttered, but there was less hostility in his tone now.

As Hood headed for the exit, Peter called after him: "Hey, Red!"

The vigilante paused, glancing back.

"Thanks. For the heads-up about the toxin. You didn't have to come all this way."

Hood seemed to consider his words carefully before responding. "Next time, I'll send a postcard."

Peter laughed. "Next time, maybe just call ahead. I know a great pizza place."

"I'll pass."

"Your loss," Peter shrugged. "Best slice in New York."

Hood hesitated at the door, then said, "Jersey pizza is better," before disappearing into the night.

Peter stared after him, then shook his head with a grin. "Delusional and murdery. What a combination."

After their fight ended in a stalemate, Hood had disappeared into the night with his intel on the club. Peter had spent the next hour securing the toxin in the specialized containment units Hood had left behind. He webbed up the two surviving criminals—the only ones he'd managed to protect from Hood's lethal efficiency.

When the police arrived, Peter was gone too, leaving only a note explaining about the Scarecrow toxin and the connection to Blue Velvet club. He deliberately omitted mentioning the Red Hood. The officers would find enough carnage without his explanation.

As Peter swung home later that night, his mind replayed the violence he'd witnessed. The Red Hood wasn't just dangerous or unpredictable—he was a killer, methodical and unrepentant. The vigilante executed his targets with a calculated precision that reminded Peter uncomfortably of stories he'd heard about the Punisher.

But unlike Deadpool's chaotic, almost playful approach to violence or Punisher's grim, militaristic execution, Hood killed with a cold efficiency that spoke of training and conviction. He didn't seem to enjoy the killing—he simply deemed it necessary.

And that, somehow, disturbed Peter even more.

"He really believes he's doing the right thing," Peter muttered, landing on a rooftop to catch his breath. The weight of that realization settled heavily on his shoulders.

Though Peter had tried to stop him, Hood had walked away with information about the club. Which meant more people would likely die tonight. Peter couldn't shake the blood from his conscience, even if he hadn't pulled the trigger himself.

His phone buzzed in his hidden pocket—probably Aunt May wondering why he wasn't home yet. As he reached for it, Peter noticed something stuck to his suit: a small tracking device, no bigger than a button.

He plucked it off, examining it with a mixture of distaste and reluctant fascination.

"Really, Hood?" he muttered.

Next to the tracker was a folded note, tucked securely into his suit. Peter opened it cautiously.

In sharp, angular handwriting: "Blue Velvet taken care of. Owner won't distribute toxin or anything else again. Six more dead, all guilty. Don't interfere next time. Thanks for the save with the vial. — RH"

Peter crushed the tracker between his fingers, letting the pieces scatter in the wind. Then he shot a web and continued on his way home, making a mental note to scan his suit more thoroughly next time.

Because there would definitely be a next time. He was sure of it.

Tuesday strikes again.

[lottes-little-place]

Hey everyone🙂 Long personal post incoming!

I can't believe it has been over a year since I last made some custom content. I wanted to post something at the end of 2024 but it felt a little stupid to do a 2024 Tumblr Top 10 post without even having 10 posts in total (I think?), so I did not. I felt very burned out and just generally bad the whole of last year (which means worse than usual) and lost all interest in Sims because of the stress it gave me. It's still a little weird to make a post like this because technically I didn't go anywhere, I'm still lurking here a few days a week liking posts. I just didn't feel like interacting or doing anything Sims related.

I find it also very difficult to see everyone's beautiful lots and amazing custom content and feeling like my stuff or lots or anything I make will never be good enough or pretty enough and that made me lose interest in everything as well. My lots are simple boxes and I feel envious and sad because I want to have pretty houses for my sims as well. Every time I have a good idea for custom content it turns out to be to difficult, someone else does it better or I find my execution not good enough. It always looks so easy to see other people being succesful doesn't it? Why can't I build like that? Why are all my textures always blurrier? How do people even begin to understand how to make certain things? I'm always struggling so much to make simple recolors and I'm barely ever satisfied about the result.

I have learned a lot over the few years now but I still feel like a beginner. Every time I open SimPe I have to check every little thing again because I still make simple mistakes and don't even start about retexturing things in Photoshop process because I'm honestly just winging it. Every retexture costs me hours or even days of stress and uploading is just as stressful. What if I uploaded the wrong files? What if people look at it and think it's badly done? Couldn't I have done better? I see every little flaw and I know most people won't but it still stresses me out. I wish I could care less about things like that. I tried to avoid uploading in the evening because sometimes I couldn't sleep of the stress and the fear that something in the download was wrong.

I just wanted to get these things off my chest. Maybe some of you will read this and recognize themselves or maybe don't feel stupid if they don't understand retexturing things either because honestly it really is painstakingly difficult unless maybe you are a graphic designer or artisticly talented. Most people are just hobbyists and probably have as little understanding of this all as myself. At least that is what I try to tell myself to feel better about my stuff.

Thank you if you have read all of this and if you haven't that's okay too, we come here to relax and to shop custom content and that's okay.

Of course now I'm going to proofread this post because my anxiety will kill me if I make any spelling error and people see it. (I've changed SimPE to SimPe! How could I let this get through😤.)

To end in a happier note, I actually felt like making custom content this week and I actually finished it too so I will probably make a post and upload it tomorrow or later this week. (Spoiler; it's two book recolors for the Billy! I'm always too excited, I can't keep secrets😁)

[fayes-fics]

A Job Well Done

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Quickie, office sex after being reunited.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, quickie vaginal sex, office sex, semi-public sex, workplace sex, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors Note: Request fill for Anon (ask HERE) who wanted quickie office sex with Benedict. This is lighthearted, almost crack in places tbh. Unbetaed. Thanks to my discord peeps for help with some ideas for this one. Enjoy <3

You barely make it through the door into the fancy corner office before clothing is wrenched open, both so desperate. You’ve been away on a business trip for two weeks, but it feels like two months. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” his words hiss on your lips as your kisses land wet and hot, open mouths just taking from each other.

“I missed you too,” you can barely gasp, fighting off your knickers under your skirt.

“Shouldn’t we wait until we can go to one of our places after work?” he checks.

“No, here,” you insist and back yourself against the wall, pulling him by the open fly right into you, moaning at the crush of his chest against yours.

“Really?” he sounds disbelieving, even as you roughly yank down the front of his underwear and shimmy it down his hips along with his trousers.

“Yes, really. Just make it quick,” you confirm, wiggling your skirt up around your waist, revelling in his groan as you grab his cock and pump it in your hand, standing on tiptoe to line him up with your aching pussy. 

He splutters the most adorable noise as his hot tip slides inside you, and you groan loudly in his ear.

“Say you are going to fuck me til I can't walk straight,” you command through gritted teeth.

“Okay… that,” he stumbles, still slightly stunned by the speed and ferocity this is happening at.

“Say it!” you demand.

“You already did!”

You grab his face and make him look into your eyes. “Ben. I need you to say the filthiest things to me. I'm so horny, please; don't be embarrassed.”

“We are at work! Isn't it enough we are doing this in full view of London and its recently arrived visitors!?” his voice slightly incredulous, gesturing vaguely at the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out on the crowds pouring out of St Pancras International a couple of storeys below.

“The glass is mostly reflective; they can probably barely see us,” you dismiss, hands grabbing his bottom and sinking fully onto his cock. “Fuck yesssss!” you hiss, eyes rolling back at the sheer delight of being so filled again.

“Is this revenge?” he exhales raggedly, a hand heavy on your hip as he adjusts to your heated cling. “Fucking in Ant’s office? Cos your PA told you he fucked Kate in yours?”

“Maybe,” you look askance, feeling called out but still pushing up onto tiptoes and sinking back down again as he groans with you.

His face morphs into a crooked grin, and his tone changes. “Well, why didn't you say before?” his voice turning into a velvet rumble. 

You gasp as he grabs one of your legs, hooks it over his arm and proceeds to take control just as you wanted. You moan your appreciation as he immediately starts to slam into you. You make a quick mental note that family oneupmanship is apparently an excellent motivator for him before you lose all capacity for thought.

If HR ever finds out about this, an executive fucking a junior colleague, there will probably be trouble—so it's a good thing HR reports to you. You co-founded this business with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and have run it successfully together for the last five years. Three months ago, Anthony brought his younger brother into the firm in a decidedly nepotistic hire of in-house graphic designer after his art business stalled. You fought Anthony about the optics of it until about three seconds after you clapped eyes on one Benedict Bridgerton. And then, well, you agreed your company definitely needs someone to design PowerPoint templates or whatever he does. You resisted flirting with him for precisely two weeks, just enjoying his arse walking up and down the corridors every day doing fuck knows what.

But then it was the work party, and honestly, who can be held responsible when Anthony manages to score a whisky sponsorship? You'd be a lousy co-founder if you didn't indulge, frankly. And so you did. And you proceeded to flirt outrageously until Benedict took you up to the roof terrace and had you screaming at the London skyline. Since then, well, you've been together at every opportunity. It's especially thrilling that Anthony doesn't have a damn clue about it, either.

“I'm going to fuck you til you can't walk straight,” he growls, just as you wanted, slamming into you so hard your bra strap catches on the textured wall through your shirt.

“Oh fuck yes,” you mewl your appreciation, tipping forward to bite his neck, not entirely gently, until he hisses and moves faster.

Then, as if he can read your mind, still buried inside you, he suddenly picks you up, spins around, and almost throws you down onto Ant’s glass desk, never leaving your body.

“Oh, you fucking genius,” you compliment, grabbing his shirt greedily and pulling him on top of you, uncaring that you are sending Ant’s stationery and fancy tchotchkes flying. Your mouths meet in an artless, hot-breathed kiss, and then he starts to move again, wrapping your legs around his hips and standing up to drive into you hard.

You start to yell his name and all the praise you can think of, knowing Ant’s office is soundproofed like yours. His cock drags all the places inside that turn off your brain, not capable of anything but chasing more and now and more again. 

“Not so sure the glass is particularly reflective, by the way,” he states almost casually as he keeps pounding into you. “Pretty sure we are drawing a crowd.”

“Then fuck me really good,” is your only breathy response, unwilling to tip your head back and look down at the people below. At least at this angle, they shouldn’t be able to see his cock ploughing into you. And everything else is covered by clothing… mostly. You could just be having a very vigorous wrestling match. Kind of.

“Exhibitionist, hmm?” he hums, leaning over you and kissing down your neck.

“You’re the one who took me on the roof terrace our first time,” you point out, closing your eyes and enjoying the slide of his warm lips on your skin as he thrusts so deep you swear you’ll still feel it tomorrow.

“Guilty as charged,” he murmurs, bemused, a little out of breath now, his tongue lathing hot on your throat.

Then, there’s no talking for a while as you skate closer to your peaks. Desperate hands grab bodies and table edges, growling and moans, hot wet kisses, the sturdy glass desk withstanding his harsh strokes even as your whole body rolls on the surface. 

Then, with a dangerous smirk, he winds a hand between your bodies and flicks his thumb against your clit, and you scream. It’s the little extra sensation you need to break, calling his name, your nails scratching down his clothes, biceps clinging to him as your pussy clenches hard around him, floating somewhere on a blissful cloud, eyes screwed shut, as he growls at your vice-like grip on his cock. A few artless thrusts, and then he is stilling, groaning loudly in your ear and collapsing on top of you as he spills inside.

After a few panted moments, you feel yourself returning to the room, the power of speech returning.

“Oh god, that was just what I needed,” you huff, sated, a fuzzy, languid, bone-deep satisfaction only he can seem to provide. 

“You are welcome, boss,” he sasses with a playful smirk.

“You don’t report to me,” you point out, swatting his arm gently.

“Shame… I think I’d get an excellent review and a hefty raise if I did,” he gloats a little, dropping a quick kiss on your lips.

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” you volley back, pushing him off your body and standing up, shuffling your skirt back down your legs. 

You feel a little unsteady in your gait as you dip down to collect your underwear from the floor.

“There are, however, two things you can do for me?” you smile as he rezips.

“Anything…” 

“Tidy your brother's desk,” you nod towards the mess. He rolls his eyes, accepting his fate, seeing as it was his decision to throw you upon it.

“And?” He prompts you for the second thing as you make final adjustments to your appearance.

“Be naked in my bed by the time I get home,” you breeze as you reach for the office door handle. “Feel free to tie yourself spread eagle to the bedposts if you’re feeling adventurous,” you end with a wink.

“How exactly am I supposed to do that with only one set of hands?” you hear him call after you as the door closes behind you.

With a huge grin, you saunter down the corridor, phone in hand, already texting him a reply.

Y/N: You’ll figure it out. You’re the artist, after all.

BB: I’m a landscape painting artist, not an escape artist.

Y/N: potayto, potatoh…

BB: I’m getting a round of applause from what looks like a stag do outside, by the way…

Y/N: See? There’s your glowing performance review. 

BB: … 🤷‍♂️

Y/N: 😘

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[spoodlebat]

Been working on 100%ing sonic unleashed and it's making me want to make an AU

There is just so much good stuff in this game held down by clunk and its late 2000's style of writing, as well as some of the voice work. I love the game as it is, don't get me wrong, but I keep seeing things that give me a spark of inspiration for how it could have been done better.

Thoughts on unleashed tho:

It's also so bizarre hearing and seeing the dna of what would become staples of what I consider the identity of the sonic games. The basslines, generally bombastic level music and eggman's whole theme that all feel right out of sonic colours and to an extent forces; you've got SA-55 as a precursor to orbot and cubot (as well as a first real attempt to give Eggman someone to just... talk to? During the game whilst he's not around Sonic?); and then there's the fantastic from the offset level design of the day stages that's still being used in Frontiers. Are they all perfect? God no, but a few runs through and I know what they want from me to get an S rank or all the medals. And honestly I love the werehog stages; I like exploring and finding stuff at a slower pace, seeking out little nooks and crannies and doing little challenges. Admittedly the option to not blare the combat theme from recompiled means I can appreciate the music a lot more, and the mod that removes the >freeze in place whilst the camera pans< is a BIG help (stop stopping me every ten seconds, please...) It's a shame they never tried stuff like this again because I love it ; w ;

There is a fantastic bit of worldbuilding and story in this thing; all the npcs have stories and the locations are just beautifully varied and interconnected. Some of the writing is a bit less than ideal these days, (quite a lot of surprisingly mean jokes in there) but that's just another thing I'd love to change.

Just off the top of my head for AU ideas:

Sonic having to fight with the dark gaia influence. It's a lovely point that he's strong enough to stay himself, but I think it'd give a lot more opportunity for interesting story beats if he struggled a bit more.

I'd give SA-55 a bigger role. It just kinda comes out of nowhere with no introduction, and the scenes with it can be very flat; I see exactly why they made Orbot instead, but I do like this guy. He's got something going on with Eggman's weird mech designs in this game, especially those weird hand units. I'd want to design him into more of the story, maybe even give him a few forms >:3c

Amy. She just kind of.. shows up to cling onto Sonic. This isn't an issue unique to Unleashed, of course, but seeing how they're handling her these days makes me yearn for better for her. I'd write her to have a bigger role in the story. She does Tarot and mysticism stuff; maybe she's studying at Spagonia University and doing a piece on the Gaia Manuscripts? Give her a reason to be here rather than just another 'oh whoops, sorry, you're not sonic' joke and then vague encouragment. I'm also absolutely on the 'Amy is part echidna' bandwagon so her being connected to prophecies feels incredibly right.

Eggman himself has the makings of a good plan in terms of execution, but I just never quite get why he wants to make a big ol theme park using eldritch monsters. It's obviously a big production center but what is he making exactly? And why? This is genuinely one of his more successful plans; he awakens Dark Gaia, he controls it, and he amplifies its power when it fails on him. He even successfully beats super sonic right at the damn start. He just needs a better motive.

Frontiers establishes the Chaos Emeralds are from somewhere other than mobius (fuck retcons it is NOT Earth), so there's no real reason for them to be connected to the Gaia Temples really. I like to think that, a la Sonic Adventure, they have positive and negative (light and dark) energy, thus they can form a connection with beings that are of those extremes, but they're not naturally linked. The temples are used to recharge the emeralds in the story but I do wish there was more lore there. I'd need to think on this more but it's a start.

Related; Super Werehog. Sonic chanelling the negative energies of the emeralds to turbo charge the influence of dark gaia inside of himself whilst retaining control??

anyway uh. those are my thoughts ;w; this game is genuinely full of so much heart and cool ideas, i wanna tear those out and make them into something of my own

[lovepollution]

Recently just watched Casino Royale (2006) for the first time in a long time, and I am OBSESSED with Vesper.

I’ve been toying with ideas myself, but there’s nothing tangible. For me, I’m honestly debating between the faked death or just having Vesper run away/be taken by Quantum for the angst. No idea yet how to fix it though lol. I’m just a sucker for a turmoil-filled chase.

I’ve also been scouring the Internet for Vesper/Bond fics but I’ve only found a few. Who knew this was such a rare pair?

Part of what inspired this was that I was so disappointed by the other movies, bar sad!Bond in QoS.

Hi Anon!

Having a Vesper x James ask in my inbox makes me very happy since I've been putting a lot of thought into my fic over the last couple of weeks (and even doing some actual writing! 😆).

I love, love, LOVE Casino Royale. It's legit one of my all time favourite films, but the Bond movies that came after it were not it for me. QoS has its moments, but it's lacking in the script department (in part due to the writer's strike at the time, a lot of the script was added to as they filmed), so what you ended up with was a lot of action and not much else. Skyfall is a well done film, Spectre is kind of meh, and No Time to Die is again well executed, but none of them live up the CR.

I've been trying to think of a good fic idea that hasn't already been done, infinitely better than I could write, for a long time and I think I've finally hit on something. I don't want to give too much away, but Vesper lives (ofc!) and she and James are reunited sooner than in other things I've read. I'm hopeful I'll have the first chapter up in the next week or so (maybe less 🤞).

I'm not sure there is a huge appetite for James x Vesper 19 years after the movie, but the muse strikes when the muse strikes. 🥴

There isn't nearly enough fic out there, but of what there is, there is some absolutely amazing ones. I'm sure you've already read them, but two of my favourites are caught between the devil and the deep blue sea by mine_eyes_dazzle (only recently read this one after being away from the fandom for years and it's INCREDIBLE) and A Tragedy of Error by coldgreydawn (which may be my all time fave and it still makes me said it's unfinished).

That was a very long reply, but the general gist is that James and Vesper remain one of my favourite ships.

Here's a gif if you managed to make it to the end:

[safetycar-restart]

while i come up with some free use content...... have some bp!charles for tomorrow.....

okay see maybe i'm a bit dense since this includes cunnilingus but it's not f!reader who receives it????? so it counts????? i mean i'd write one either way. doesn't matter!!!!!!

okay well

i'm thinking pulling charles to the restroom at a fancy ferrari event, locking the door behind you for obvious reasons. and it's no surprise that charles is all over you. you're surprised he's not leaking through his suit, not just his underwear.

and, as per usual, he looks like a god either way. that tiny waist. he’d look so good with his leg hiked up against a sink in a restroom at a place full of people and associates who know him for being ferrari's golden boy, getting his cunt ate while he's wearing his expensive suit with the ferrari badge, trousers down at his ankles.

which is exactly what's going on, of course.

he's gripping onto the sink for dear life, his eyes are closed and his mouth is agape, and he's trying so so so hard to be quiet, all that's leaving his lips are pants and soft whimpers, little whispers of "mommy" and "please", but trust me, if he could be loud? he'd be fucking tearing the walls down.

and it's absolutely no surprise as well that he's making a mess when he cums, he's dripping by the time it's all done. he's breathing heavily, repeating "thank you" over and over again as you spill praises into his ear, pulling his panties and his dress pants up. he shifts his legs a little, he feels the... more wet than sticky feeling over his inner thighs and his panties, and he whines at it. and the poor thing can barely walk. his legs are shaking like crazy when he straightens up, and he's relying on you holding him to get him back among the people.

and if they can't tell what happened just now, then that's just amazing.

THE IDEA IS GREAT BUT THE EXECUTION IS NOT BECAUSE. I DON'T KNOW?????? THE MONTH OF NOT WRITING JUST ABSOLUTELY RUINED MY ABILITY TO DO SO??? hope u enjoyed either way i love charles i love u all 🙏🙏🙏

📓 ANON THIS IS BRILLIANT OH MY GOD! NOT WRITING FOR A MONTH HAS CERTAINLY NOT RUINED YOUR WRITING ABILITY I AM IN AWE OF THIS. This is perfect. 10/10. Exactly what kinktober is all about.

Firstly, he would have been horny the entire night. Because of course he is! He's at a fancy event with his mommy! His mommy is in a fancy dress and he's at his mommy's side the entire night and even though he's the one who was invited and his mommy is his plus one, his mommy is the one leading him around and starting most conversations and he feels like a good little slut being shown off.

He behaves himself for about an hour and a half, and then he reaches his tolerance for how long he can stare at your chest in a fancy dress before losing his mind and you need to get him somewhere private before he starts crying. He needs attention! Right now!

You can see it immediately when he gets desperate, moves from having an arm your waist to clinging to your arm, trying to nuzzle against your nest cause he's needy! His mommy needs to help him!!

So you take him to the bathroom, thanking the heavens that the bathrooms are big cubicles with their own sinks. You lock the door behind you, and instantly Charles is on you.

He's whining in your ear, clinging to you because mommy!!

You chuckle at him, pushing him up against the wall and feeling him up. He melts under your touches, relaxing against the door as you unzip him and cup his pussy through his panties. You can feel how wet he is.

He immediately starts to buck against your hand, seeking any stimulation he can. You wish you had the time to tease multiple orgasms out of him, to kiss every inch of him and make him absolutely soak the bed.

But at most you have a couple minutes to make him cum in order to calm him down. So you have to be quick.

He whines when you step away, trying to get closer again because any space is unacceptable, but then you take him by the shoulders and drag him to the sink. You make him lean against the sink, pulling his panties down and parting his thighs.

And oh god he's so turned on. The poor thing! His pussy is bright red so wet, clenching around nothing.

You get down on your knees, because you have to taste him.

You just start by licking his clit, getting into a rhythm of sucking and licking his clit, inserting two fingers into him and curling them upwards to keep pressure on his G spot. He cums embarrassingly quickly, crying out and clenching around your fingers, having to bite on his own hand to keep himself from screaming.

The moment it's over you stand up and pull him against your chest, letting him collapse against you to recover. He breathes hard, mumbling 'thank you' softly against your shoulder, relaxing into your arms.

When he's caught his breath, you pull his panties and pants up, zipping them up for him and then giving him a nice kiss.

"Thank you mommy," he tells you, "you always take such good care of me."

"Of course darling!" you tell him, giving him another kiss for being so good, "you're my good boy!"

He sticks to your side for the rest of the evening, happy and soft, feeling satiated and he genuinely enjoys the rest of the event because he's feeling all soft and subby and his mommy is taking care of him!

[skyeslittlecorner]

can you post some photos on chapter five? ive been struggling to get to it and im impatient if ykwim 😭😭

Don't worry anon, I got you covered! Let's break this chapter for three parts - one for story and for one for both H-scenes. There are a lot of things to look forward to~

Warning: HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. In fact, I'll try to shorten the whole thing and focus on plot-relevant facts, so for those who want to go through chapter 5 on their own, come back when you're done! (Or just skip to h-scene, they are marked.)

Ch5 - STORY

First, I would like to warn that my opinion about it may be unpopular. As someone who hadn't paid much attention to Hades before, I fell in love with it after this episode. I adore ch5. A lot of people hate these boys to the core for what they did, and I understand and respect their opinion, but I'm with Hades here. I would love to analyze their behavior in more detail, but we don't have time for that today.

Summarizing this chapter is going to be hard because a lot of things happened. Let's go!

We start by going down a slide sponsored by Leviathan and his Lovecraftian friends (TM). But worry not! It seems we have friends even in the realm of death. Say hello to grandpa!

We talk a little, being in a questionable mood. Well, who wouldn't be? But we have the opportunity to know Solomon better, and I'm getting to understand why all devils love him. By the way, it turns out that we are his last descendant.

Sorry Solomon, you're still a peepaw.

He also advises us not to be afraid of Leviathan and not to be submissive to him, and then in a brilliant way he sends us back to the world of the living. Of course, our beautiful king is delighted.

We take Grandpa's advice to heart and finally stand up to Levi. He's surprised, but he doesn't try to kill us again (for now). We witness him hanging one of his subjects, who dared to ask about an accident from 311 years ago.

Fun fact. Devils must have much stronger spines. Do you know how people used to die by hanging? The first methods involved cutting off oxygen, but later they involved into breaking the cervical spine and this was considered a standard hanging execution. Leviathan must be gentle (how bad it sounds in this context), he could kill instantly with a loop like that.

Back to the point. We find out that we also have a noose around our neck, and Leviathan makes use of it. We're hanging, but we finally begin to meet Leviathan's nobles one by one.

Glasyal plots (and ends up hanging for it), Foras argues with him, along the way we learn that Leviathan needs us in his plan, and, you know, maybe killing us isn't the smartest thing he can do. Only Barbatos realizes that maybe it's a good idea to stop hanging us like wet laundry. He's the only one so openly nice to us.

Remember that.

Another fun fact, our MC is of medium height (~160 cm I guess). Leviathan is 187cm, Foras should be similar. I only noticed this because I myself am 180 cm so they are not so strappingly tall for me.

Foras wants to take us away from Levi and explain everything calmly, but the king does not agree. We learn that the guys know where the seed from the Tree of Knowledge is. We're supposed to go with them, and we have about a 50/50 chance of survival. Also, we have the opportunity to see a very rare phenomenon, a joking Leviathan.

Sweetie.

Colossally shortening the rest, the cavalry arrives! You didn't have to. I haven't had time to fuck them yet.

And this cavalry is very much at odds with the nobles of Hades. Most of the time is them arguing. Fortunately, they didn't kill each other…

...because Barbie decided to kill us.

Barbatos is poisoning us to force Bimet and Valefor to join the plan. While we are unconscious, we have flashes of Leviathan's past, which is too sad to analyze considering that we are about to jump to hot scenes now. Besides, most of us already know what this is about. Experience it for yourself. Really. We also learn that not only angels experimented on children, and a little about Mammon's childhood.

In the end, we learn that in Ch6 we must visit the abandoned laboratory in Tartaros, where the seed from the tree of knowledge should be, because as Solomon's descendants, we may be the only ones who will not be killed by it.

Ch5 - VALEFOR H-SCENE

(I really wanted to post CG from Valefor's scene here, but I don't know if Tumblr will block it.)

TIME FOR DESSERT!

Bimet is the first to realize that we lack devil energy. He wants to take care of it, but Valefor brushes him off, sends him to scout, and overall Bimet is our wingman, what a bro lol

Since we are away from Satan and Gehenna, we cannot summon Minhyeok's room. MC thinks she's outgrown it anyway. So we can count on the next scenes to be more and more creative.

It all starts with us telling Valefor that he reminds us of Mammon. And what a beast it brings out of him.

And he loves it.

...aaand then, someone wants to interrupt. Bimet informs us about this and goes to chase them out. Valefor stands with us at the door to see if anyone else is coming. Yes. Naked. With us. In us.

Fortunately, no one catches us and after the entire session we fall asleep in our knight's arms.

I really would like to do more screenshots, but tumblr is blocked… and there's one more part to come.

Ch5 - LEVIATHAN H-SCENE

At least you look beautiful and the platform won't block you.

And here's what I love the most. It was sick. I'd love to experience it again.

I would love to make a whole post ONLY about this and just leave the screenshots.

We are in Leviathan's office, and he interrogates us when we feel like we are lacking devil energy. We want to go to Bimet, but do you think our jealous king will allow it? Oh no no no. And of course, his hands land on our chin and then our neck. He doesn't like our hickeys.

We start asking him valid questions like "why are you jealous of us if you hate us?" So he silences us with a kiss. A deep, suffocating kiss. This is also how Leviathan discovers that we gain their energy through "intercourse with the devil".

And how can I not fall in love with this idiot.

The conversation that follows gives us some light on his approach to sex and to relationships in general. Which is… sad. It fits him perfectly, but it's sad. And I would also like to analyze this someday, this character is beautiful and how he's written is even more beautiful, especially from writer's point of view. He does not want the admiration of his people or the hatred of angels. The only thing he can believe and consider to be sincere is that someone's dislike. This is something that might actually turn him on.

At first he rules, he asks questions and he hangs us. And he does everything he can to piss us off. He hands us a whip and lowers us down.

Just disliking him isn't enough, and he works diligently to make us hate him. He insults Minhyeok, us, wishes us dead, and the more he sees our anger, the more he gets excited and talks more. He knows that we are connected to Satan and we will know how to release our anger. On him.

He finally got what he wanted. We straddle him and, with the help of Satan's strength, begin to strangle him. Neither you nor he are gentle.

Also, his words (unfortunately, I already have a limit on screenshots). "Do not bite your lips. Bite mine instead." I beg, let me violate him even more.

Compliment from Leviathan, nice. In the end, we fall asleep cuddled up to him, and he has no intention of giving us up to anyone. As in the case of Sitri, he only opens up to us when we are so unconscious that we do not see his softer side.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

AND THATS ALL! What a ride it was, I hope I was a good guide. One day I will go into the Hades boys in more depth, but for now, let this be a shortcut for everyone who is still struggling with ch5.

[vanisagi27]

The double standards in Manhwas are absolutely crazy

These days I saw ppl liking the Villainess' half siblings from a Manhwha just because when they first met her, a maid's affair child with the Emperor, they acted disgusted towards, this is from Into The Light Again and yes it's about Marianne, okay I know Marianne isn't exactly the best girl ever and she's honestly really good at being a villain and a bitch in general

I don't think it's okay that Marianne was treated like that by the fans, the circumstances on whether or not Marianne actually saw her more legitimate siblings got disgusted with her or that was just her being an unreliable narrator, but I would take it as face value since well after Marianne did the whole face switched thing with the FL, Aisha's appearance but not their birth facts, Marianne is still a maid child and Aisha was the Empress' child, so yeah the excuse that they were brainwashed by Marianne was clearly bullshit to me if they really love Aisha that much, honestly this brainwashed trope can go so good or so bad, also the Manhwa and Webnovel adaptations have many differences so it was muddied (Apparently in the novel, the legitimate siblings were very welcoming and think how to greet the new child, Marianne, so yeah I have no idea where to go)

I don't even read this Manhwa and I have no big issues with it, even though it has some really questionable stuff like the 1000+ age gaps, I'm not buying the immortal x mortal ship with this

My problem is the fandom, everyone hates Marianne for just existing, I don't think this mindset is good at all cuz now they're using that to attack other fans cuz they're in love with Marianne for whatever reasons, I kept seeing comments about demeaning Marianne as a character, saying that she's a stupid maid child who doesn't know her place, outright stating that she's a worthless dirty child just because of her bloodline, yeah she's basically hated by everyone cuz she didn't come out of a royal womb. It's the classist toxic culture I hated, I used to do that and honestly it was draining more than exhilarating, mindless hatred is a waste of my time, that's why I really hate that attitude too

So, I took the time to read 40 chapters, I think, of the manwha as well as reading some spoilers myself, to be able to have a proper opinion on the matter.

(Spoilers if you haven’t read it)

I’m not sure if it’s my bad memory, but I’m pretty much sure that Marianne’s origin as a maid’s child wasn’t brought up in the first chapter. But we do see how Marianne is manipulative and how she orchestrated Alyssa’s execution, which I think does validate any feeling of disgust towards her.

From what I found, Marianne’s half-siblings were welcoming of their new sister into the family. All the other children were practically ignored by their parents, and were supportive of this new sister regardless of her parentage and “status” as an affair child.

After the brainwashing, Marianne was loved despite her previously mentioned parentage, so I don’t think she needed to change it if she already got what she wanted. And, I might be wrong since I’ve not read the novel, so I don’t know the full story, but Marianne doesn’t strike me as trying to clean her origins or improve her “legitimacy.” Maybe if she were after the crown and was planning on eliminating the other direct heirs, it would have made more sense if she had also switched her parentage with Alyssa. 

I don’t think the brainwashing was BS if they loved Alyssa so much, as you put it. Since we are not talking about a brainwashing done by human hands, with their horrific implications. We have the supernatural factor of it having occurred by demonic magic. I’m not a big fan of magic systems (I liked SVTFOE, and even then, I had many questions on how the magic was supposed to work), so I didn’t pay much attention to the scenes where they talked about spirits and demons. But I’m aware that demonic magic is very powerful. 

From Marianne’s few scenes (Like, seriously, when I was reading, I was hoping for her to appear, but she had so few appearances. Why?), we can say that she’s a villain with no remorse for her actions and, even if she was given a chance to redeem herself, she wouldn’t take it. 

So, on that hand, I can understand the hate she might get from readers who vouch for the protagonist. However, one completely different thing is hating her for something she had no control over as how she came to be and who her parents are. As you put it, it’s classist and toxic. 

 Similarly to how Rashta was often referred to by some fans of TRE as “A lowly slave who doesn’t know her place”, and that mentality angers me so much. 

Hate her, or love her, or both, as much as you want, but I don’t think it’s justified to hate someone (a character in this case) just because of their origin, as I said, it’s something nobody has control over and shouldn’t be held against them like a crime they voluntarily commited.

If I was wrong in anything I said about Marianne, please feel free to correct me.

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Have you watched the First Okiro's recent Star Wars video? He made a really interesting case about how TLJ Luke was a form of character assassination. When I saw the ask you answered about how Luke treasured Yoda and read the last paragraph, I thought maybe you'd agree.

https://youtu.be/r0I86ii2N_8?si=-oHY6dQsFBsSAfPv

Hi! Honestly, I pretty much refuse to watch any Star Wars video essays anymore because so many of them are anti-Jedi and I don't think it's fruitful for any of us for me to put myself through that, they don't gain anything, I don't gain anything, etc. So I have no idea what the case being presented in the video is, I'm only going on "character assassination" in TLJ and how I actually disagree. I mean, I think it was poorly executed in some ways, but that the basic concepts of it are ones I actually think are the best parts of the movie. My problems with TLJ's Luke story is that I think the extremity of it was too much, that him being on the island for six years without contact with anyone was too long for how I see Luke, as well as I think the structure of having Han die and not showing that deleted scene of Luke mourning his death, of having Luke interacting with Rey but making it all about Ben, none of that worked for me. But what does work for me is that the idea of overcoming pain and suffering is a one-and-done deal is just not how Star Wars or the Force works. Luke very nearly fell to the dark side in Return of the Jedi, that wasn't just put there for the aesthetics, that was something he was genuinely teetering on the edge of, he was raining hell down on Vader when slicing away at his arm, Sidious genuinely felt the anger and rage roiling inside Luke, he had to struggle to turn away from it and embrace what it meant to be a Jedi.

That's not a one time struggle--that's something characters face their entire lives. And if you include the Disney comics (which are really good imo), Luke struggles with loss and pain and anger after the defeat on Bespin, he has to struggle through not falling to the dark side again. And, hell, even MARK HAMILL says that Luke's fall down the reactor shaft on Bespin was akin to him basically trying to commit suicide because he was so devastated. So I think it's fair that Luke could struggle with that again later in his life, I think it's fair that after pouring everything of himself into building up the Jedi again, to have it torn down by someone he loved, someone that he may have bordered on attachment to (as Star Wars and the Jedi define it--love and attachment are not the same thing, attachment is the desire to hold onto something/someone so tightly because you can't live without it and thus you can't see it clearly, which I think I could believe of Luke, that he was so blinded by his desire for what he wanted for Ben that he couldn't be objective about him, just like he struggled with loving his sister so much that rage boiled inside of him when Palpatine threatened her and Luke's friends on the second Death Star), that he retreated because this felt so massive and he felt like he was the only one who could build this school and that he pulled these kids into this life. Like, it's fair that Obi-Wan struggled with Anakin's betrayal and cut himself off from using the Force on Tatooine, so I think it's fair that Luke struggled with Ben's betrayal and cut himself off from using the Force on Ahch-To--they both had to process that grief and it's not always a perfect path when it's someone you love that dearly and were so incredibly close to. Ultimately, the entire speech Luke gives is one that is DESIGNED to be knocked down, he is literally standing in front of the First Order and facing them down with his laser sword at the end of the movie, Rian Johnson literally says that it was Luke's personal failure, not the failure of the Jedi religion, and Luke finds his feet again. And that's my guy!!! The guy who makes mistakes, but is such a core of goodness and compassion and care for others that he eventually gets over these massive hurdles placed in front of him, and so that part of Luke's story worked for me. I'm just not wild about the finer details of how it was actually executed, even if I think it's fair to point out that Rian Johnson was handed a pre-existing situation that he then had to reverse engineer a backstory for with an extremely limited time to do it, because apparently THEY DIDN'T PLAN OUT THE TRILOGY AHEAD OF TIME for fucks sake.