#my opinion changes from time to time though

[imreidswifey]

After Hours K.Nanami

Summary: In the aftermath of a routine mission gone awry, you and Kento Nanami are stranded overnight in a countryside inn due to an unexpected storm. What begins as a quiet evening of shared tea and casual conversation evolves into a heart-to-heart, as the storm rages outside, the barriers between you finally crumble, leading to moments of tender intimacy and an unspoken promise of something more.

Warnings: Emotional Vulnerability, Mature Themes, Storm/Weather Imagery, Mentions of Danger

Kento Nanami x Reader

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The storm had begun as a faint drizzle, an innocuous addition to an otherwise uneventful day. But by the time you and Nanami had finished exorcising the curses in the small countryside shrine, the rain had evolved into an unrelenting downpour. You stood side by side under the wooden awning, watching sheets of water obscure the view of the narrow dirt road leading back to Tokyo.

“It seems we’re not going anywhere tonight,” Nanami said, his voice as calm as ever despite the inconvenience.

Your lips quirked into a small smile. “You say that like it’s not a problem.”

“Because it’s not. Complaining won’t change the weather.�� He adjusted his tie—a habitual gesture, though it was already perfectly in place. “We’ll find shelter and leave at first light.”

The inn was quaint, tucked away in a quiet corner of the village. The owner, a cheerful elderly woman, greeted you warmly and ushered you both into a cozy room with tatami flooring and a low table set with tea. A single candle flickered, casting golden hues that softened the sharp edges of Nanami’s face.

You couldn’t help but glance at him as he removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. Even drenched and slightly disheveled, he carried himself with a kind of dignified composure that felt utterly unshakable.

“You should dry off,” he said, not looking up. “You’ll catch a cold otherwise.”

You nodded, grabbing one of the fresh towels provided by the innkeeper. “What about you? Don’t tell me you’re so pragmatic that you’re immune to the weather.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not immune, but I’m more concerned about you.”

His words lingered in the air, stirring something within you. Nanami had always been careful to maintain a professional distance, his steady demeanor rarely allowing for anything personal. Yet in moments like this—when the world grew quiet and the chaos of sorcery faded into the background—you caught glimpses of a softer side.

The two of you sat across from each other at the low table, cups of tea in hand. The rain drummed steadily against the windows, a soothing rhythm that filled the silence.

“Do you ever think about what you’d do if you weren’t a sorcerer?” you asked, breaking the stillness.

Nanami’s gaze shifted to you, his brow furrowing slightly. “I’ve already tried that route. It didn’t suit me.”

“You mean your corporate job?”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “It was…uninspiring. Meaningless, even. At least as a sorcerer, I know my work has purpose.”

“But it’s dangerous. Lonely.”

Nanami’s eyes softened, a rare crack in his otherwise stoic mask. “That’s true. But loneliness isn’t exclusive to this line of work. Even in the corporate world, surrounded by people, I felt it. The difference is that here, I can protect others from that kind of emptiness.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the weight of his honesty catching you off guard. “You shouldn’t have to bear that alone, though. You deserve more than just…duty.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze as steady and intense as always. “And what do I deserve, in your opinion?”

You hesitated, your heart racing. The barrier between you felt thinner now, like a thread stretched taut and ready to snap. “You deserve someone who sees you for who you are. Someone who understands that you’re more than just a reliable sorcerer or a former salaryman. Someone who—”

The words caught in your throat, but you didn’t need to finish. Nanami’s expression had softened further, his guarded exterior crumbling under the weight of your earnestness.

“I appreciate your kindness,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “More than you realize.”

The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across his face. For a moment, you thought he might reach for you—but instead, he leaned back, his resolve returning.

“This is…complicated,” he said quietly.

“Only if you make it that way.”

Your words hung in the air, daring him to take the step you both knew he wanted to.

And as the storm raged on outside, Kento Nanami began to wonder if, just this once, he could let himself want something more.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and shared hesitations. Nanami’s eyes lingered on you longer than they ever had before, his brow faintly furrowed as though caught in an internal debate.

“This isn’t about professionalism,” he finally said, his tone softer than usual. “It’s about the danger we live with every day. Getting close to someone… it’s not fair to them.”

“And yet,” you replied, voice steady despite the ache in your chest, “you’ve chosen to live a life where protecting others is your priority. Isn’t that the same thing?”

Nanami’s lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. The faint shadows of the candlelight danced along the sharp planes of his face, making him look almost fragile—something you’d never thought you’d associate with him.

“You have a way of making things seem simple,” he said after a moment, his dry humor returning just enough to coax a small smile from you.

“Maybe it is simple,” you replied. “You’re the one overthinking it.”

Nanami chuckled softly, a sound so rare it made your heart skip. “Perhaps I am.”

The night deepened, and the storm outside showed no signs of letting up. The innkeeper had kindly brought extra blankets and futons, leaving them folded neatly in the corner of the room. Nanami stood, rolling his sleeves up past his forearms as he prepared the bedding.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, feeling a little guilty as you watched him work.

“You’ve done enough today,” he replied simply. “It’s only fair.”

You couldn’t argue with that, though you found yourself distracted by the sight of him—his strong hands, the way his movements were precise yet unhurried. You sat down on one of the futons he’d laid out, your knees drawn up to your chest.

“Nanami,” you said softly, breaking the quiet.

He paused, glancing at you. “Yes?”

“Why do you always keep yourself at arm’s length?”

His hands stilled, and for a moment, you thought he might ignore the question altogether. But then he sighed, sitting down across from you on the edge of his futon.

“Because it’s easier that way,” he admitted. “I’ve lost people before. And every time, it feels like the world asks me to keep moving forward as though nothing happened. It’s… exhausting.”

Your chest ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. “You don’t have to do that alone. You’re not just someone who protects others, Nanami. You deserve to be cared for, too.”

He held your gaze, the flicker of doubt in his eyes warring with something deeper—hope, maybe, or longing. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing yours.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I do,” you replied, your own hand turning to clasp his.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The storm outside raged on, but the space between you felt calm, steady, like the eye of the hurricane. And for once, Kento Nanami allowed himself to let go of the walls he’d built so carefully around his heart.

He leaned closer, his other hand cupping your face gently. “This might be a mistake,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

“Then let’s make it together,” you whispered.

And as the rain pounded against the windows, Nanami closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and fierce—a moment of vulnerability that felt like it had been waiting to happen for far too long.

The night passed in quiet intimacy, the storm outside a stark contrast to the warmth and peace you found in each other. And when dawn finally broke, its golden light spilling through the windows, you knew that something had changed—not just between you and Nanami, but within him as well.

For the first time in a long while, Kento Nanami allowed himself to want more. And for the first time, he believed he deserved it.

[sunsetsover]

of course! like i said to you already i think it's so interesting that they differ so strongly on these points considering how aligned our opinions on things have been so far!! and it's fun tbh !! and likewise i would never want to change your mind either, but i also i wanted to address the stuff you brought up just to see how vastly our opinions differ

like it's just so weird bc i don't see what you see at all. i've always got the impression bison is kinda just like 'urgh ok let's do this then' when it comes to killing. like it's a chore. like he's being put out every time they have to do it. even in ep 1 i got the immediate impression that he would've rather been literally anywhere else than in that hotel room w that guy, and was out of there literally as soon as he could be, and i just personally wouldn't think that he'd be so eager to get it over and done with and leave if he was getting any kind of joy or satisfaction out of it, yknow? like wouldn't he be radiating satisfaction after a job well done? wouldn't he wanna bask in the afterglow a bit?

and i'm definitely not gonna sit here and pretend that it's bc it bothers him and he's morally opposed to the killing !! i don't think it's that at all, he definitely dgaf abt killing ppl and wants out for purely selfish reasons, we agree there, but i've never thought 'oh he likes this' beyond that one moment in that first scene, and again, i don't think that was a killing thing but a power thing. bc he was relieved when fadel turned up and they could get it over and done with, and again, he was out of there at the first opportunity. to me there was never any satisfaction there, it was just a job to be done.

even in that gif i don't see what you see, though i CAN see how you see what you see, if that makes sense? like i get where you're coming from, there's definitely a contrast, but i personally look at that and think well. fadel's bigger and likely stronger, and the guy he's knocking out is already unconscious and no longer fighting. bison is smaller and the guy he's dealing with is putting up a fight. that face, to me, is literally just him struggling physically. so i think what you're reading as enthusiasm to me is just the contrast between fadel and bison as people: fadel is stoic, and bison is dynamic. fadel shuts up and gets on with the task at hand, bison struggles and complains and huffs. but that, as far as i'm concerned, is just their personalities and nothing more.

although, weirdly enough, i definitely get what you said abt the sadism thing. it's something i've gone back and forth abt myself, and i still haven't made my mind up yet - whether the two are separate in bison's mind or not. either way, i think to me there's a difference between taking pleasure in killing and taking pleasure in hurting people. i think if the two were conflated, we would see that manifested by now. like he'd be fucking with people a lot more during these hits if there was a connection i think. instead all he does is do his job and move on. i think if anything bison gets off on the psychological aspect of it all as opposed to anything physical, but that would go back to control and power, which is what i've always said is bison's thing. i don't think that really has anything to do with the actual killing part of the equation personally.

i also don't think bison views lilly as evil or disbelieves her! but i also don't think he's.... enthusiastic in his part in all of this? he's not like keen. but i think that leeway is necessary when it comes to bison. it's not bc she likes him more or treats him special bc she acc considers him special, i think it's bc lilly is clever and she knows the harder she tries to rein bison is the harder he's going to fight, so she gives him the illusion of power, of referential treatment. she lets him question her to her face with no real repercussions. but that's not bc she likes bison, it's bc she knows how to manipulate him. she knows how to manipulate fadel too. and while i said he's under her thumb, i didn't really mean it in the sense of him being on her side, but rather fadel - at least to me - is far more caught in her trap than bison is. yes fadel lies, but i don't think he's being strategic so much as he's doing everything he can to not rock the boat. probably bc he's already rocked it once and paid the price. if it wasn't for bison - and by extension kant and style - fadel would have been perfectly fine (maybe not fine but ygm) leaving everything exactly the way it was. he literally says that, both to style during his confession and to bison last ep. and ok he's definitely lying abt how happy he was w the way things were, but the point still remains that he had no intentions of changing anything. which is why i wouldn't say he's strategic at all, bc that to me implies he's planning something, and fadel clearly wasn't. he didn't even wanna let bison ask for a break.

and while i don't disagree that bison probably does trust her more than fadel given everything, i don't think the fact that he speaks up has anything to do w that personally. i think that's literally just a personality thing. i don't think being sneaky is bison's thing - it's why he struggled so much pretending to be in love with kant after he found out the truth while fadel seemingly had no problem w it at all. bison's outspoken bc that's literally just who it is. i don't think him going behind her back - or anyone's backs - is really an option for him, esp not for long periods of time. (also im just not sure what you mean abt fadel going behind her back? fadel lies to her abt the dating thing, but as far as i can remember any sneaking fadel is doing bison is also doing, so am i blanking? have i missed smth?)

i think it all boils down to what you view as enjoyment, i view as just fundamental personality differences between bison and fadel and how they express themselves. which is fun! i love the difference! it's what pushes us to expand our own views of these characters ! i just thought i'd expand on this bc obv i was limited in the tags and you know i loveeeee to talk 💞

just woke up in a cold sweat because i think i’ve realized exactly what all the fucking religious symbolism is actually pointing out and like hoooooly shit. holy shit.

the fact that bison wears a jesus shirt in his fantasies of killing kant has been nagging me since the moment i realized it and i think i’ve realized why it is - and the reason for all of the things pointing towards and symbolizing bison as jesus.

it’s because that’s how bison views himself. not as actually jesus and the second coming, no, but he views himself as righteous, as a reckoning for all these people that they kill. he believes their mother when he says they only kill bad people, and that’s why he gets so much enjoyment out of it, why he involves himself far more in it than fadel, who always detaches himself. it’s why he delights in the idea of killing kant now, fantasizes about it, because he thinks that’s what’s right. kant betrayed him, and he’s a good person. he’s righteous. so that means kant deserves to die for it.

and that’s why kant is judas the betrayer AND john the beloved. because when bison knows it’s coming and turns a blind eye, he views himself the same way as jesus turning a blind eye to judas’s betrayal. and he’s the one the makes kant into john the beloved finding the tomb empty first because he hides from him (notably after kant had confessed to not wanting to lie to bison anymore)!

bison views himself as righteous. as jesus.

but he’s not. because jesus would never take joy in killing anyone. jesus would never have fun with it, in the same way bison does. and even if he did, jesus wouldn’t want to stop to date.

but you know who doesn’t take joy in any of it? who detaches himself from it? who seems, in the very least, suspicious of their mother?

you know who’s birthday is on christmas?

fadel. and if fadel is jesus… then bison can’t be. actually, i think that might make bison far closer to judas the betrayer. and that’s just awfully poetic, isn’t it? because didn’t judas think he was doing the right thing, too, when he sold jesus out? when he took money in exchange for telling the soldiers which one jesus was? just like bison thought he was doing the right thing when he told kant to get fadel off his back. just like he exchanged his brother for a lover and took them both down in the process.

[artstennisracket]

Jealous/Possessive Patrick, Art tells him he slept with a guy, even though Patrick and Art aren’t dating. So Patrick fucks him saying things like “Was he better than me?”

i feel like this is something that would most definitely happen. considering Patrick’s ego. I always go for stanford era when idk what era to write in since it’s the easiest to write fics in (in my opinion). it did get really dirty really fast so lmk if the tone change is too drastic. (my mind really ran away from me LMAO)

cw: nsfw(18+), dom/sum undertones, dirty talk

They had just gotten back from the dining hall. The three of them, Patrick, Art, and Tashi, got lunch together using Art’s meal credits but Tashi had practice afterwards. So Art and Patrick headed back to Art’s dorm.

Once they’re settled in sitting next to each other on Art’s bed, Patrick turns the TV on to America’s Next Top Model.

“you actually watch this show? that’s so gay.” Art chuckles.

Patrick scoffs, “it’s 2009 babe, gay is not an insult anymore.”

“i know it’s just funny that you watch this show” Art shrugs.

“and you’re also not exactly the straightest guy I know.” Patrick smirks.

Art’s face turned beet red and he looks scared almost, “who told you?! tashi? it had to be tashi.”

Patrick scrunches his eyebrows together, very confused, “what did you finally come out of the closet? and you didn’t tell me?”

Art shakes his head no, he pulls the collar of his shirt up to cover his face. He answers Patrick, mumbling, “…i slept with a guy.”

Patrick is stunned. Somehow that revelation is so much worse. The thought of Art sleeping with a girl? Hot. The thought of Art sleeping a guy? That wasn’t him? Okay still hot but he wanted to be the one doing it. Scratch that, not hot. He’s the only guy that should be able to fuck Art. “you slept with a guy. you told my girlfriend. and didn’t tell me?”

“i mean i wanted to, but i was just kind of just, really embarrassed.” Art says letting his shirt fall back into place.

“why were you embarrassed?”

“because i was really drunk, like wasted. And i was at a party and we kissed. then one thing led to another and we were in his room and he fucked me.” Art says but Patrick can tell that Art’s hiding something else.

“and what else happened?” He asks.

Art responds, “no that was it.”

Patrick studied Art’s face and body language before he makes his move. He moves quickly, pinning Art to the bed, holding his hands above his head. Now in this position, Patrick is straddling Art. “tell me the truth.” Patrick whispers, leaving forward so their faces are almost touching.

Art starts to break a sweat, blush reappearing on his cheeks, “that’s it i swear.”

Patrick isn’t satisfied with that answer. “you can either tell me or i can tickle the answer out of you. your choice.”

“okay fine imoanedyournamebyaccidentmultipletimesthatnight” Art rushes out.

Patrick barely got any of that but he got the most important parts of “moan” and “your name”. He put two and two together, smirk reappearing on his face. “awe you moaned my name? That’s so cute, you really did miss me.” Patrick pauses before speaking up again, “you know, if you wanted me to fuck you all you have to do is ask.”

Art squirms under Patrick’s grasp. “that’s— that’s not-”

Patrick can feel Art start to grow hard under him so he cuts him off, “that’s not what? you don’t think i can do better than him?”

“i never said— but tashi-”

And what Patrick didn’t hear was a No, so he starts kissing down Art’s neck, still keeping his grip on Art’s wrist. Art lets his head fall back against his mattress. Patrick whispers right into Art’s ear, “i’ll show you better.”

Patrick wants to take his time taking Art apart because he is so going to enjoy this. He starts by moving down Art’s body and unzipping his shorts. He palms Art’s semi hardness, looking up to see the reaction on Art’s face. Art’s already squirming and Patrick’s barely begun. He pulls down Art’s briefs, wrapping his lips around Art’s tip. He hears a loud gasp from Art and continues. He’s swallowing down Art’s cock, letting it hit the back of his throat. Art is starting to moan like crazy, hands gripping the sheets below him.

Patrick pulls off Art’s cock and goes to pull off both Art’s shorts and briefs. He looks up at Art, “do you have any lube?”

Art nods sitting up on his elbows, grabbing some from his nightstand and passing it to Patrick. Patrick takes the lube applying it to his fingers as well as Art’s hole. Art gasps during the application from how cold it it. “relax babe, i’ll take care of you.”

Patrick slowly pushes his first finger in. It takes a minute for Art to adjust, but in no time he’s begging for a second. Patrick goes to add another finger but before he pushes in he asks, “did he have you begging like this too huh? like the desperate slut you are?”

Art could feel himself getting harder which he didn’t even know was possible. Art blinks a few times trying to regain his train of thought and remember but he honestly can’t, “n-no i don’t think so.”

“seeing how desperate you already are with one finger, i’m sure you did.” Patrick responds before he adds another finger in pumping his fingers in and out of Art’s hole. It’s not long before Patrick deems that Art is ready. He flips Art over so he is face down, ass up. He lines himself with Art’s entrance before he pushes in all at once.

“fuck” Art exclaims. He feels so full, Patrick is genuinely stretching him out right now.

“there you go baby, how’s that? does it feel good?” Patrick asks slowly going in and out. Art is still a bit tight around him.

“really really, good patrick fuck.” Art moans.

Patrick pulls all the way out and says “you’re still a little tight so you’re gonna have to hold yourself open for me okay?”

Art nods, moving his hands back towards his ass. He uses his hands to spread his cheeks, holding himself open for Patrick. Patrick almost finishes at that sight alone. He takes a mental picture before sliding back into Art. “holy fuck you’re still so tight.”

“your so fucking big patrick, fuck.”

“was his dick bigger than mine huh?” Patrick asks. He grips Art’s hips and starts drilling into him.

“ah, ah, oh- fuck, jesus fuck, no it wasn’t i swear.”

“does he fuck better than me? does he stretch out your fucking hole like I do?”

Art shakes his head no as best he could. He could start to feel his eyes watering up from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was feeling as Patrick slammed into his prostate.

Patrick grabs Art’s hair, pulling his head up so Patrick could whisper in his ear. “i asked you a fucking question, use your words you dumb slut.”

Art is trying to remember how to formulate a sentence, he can’t even think straight while Patrick is still drilling into him. Art tries to shake his head no again, “…ah- n-no.”

“no what?”

“n-no he doesn’t fuck me better than you do.” Art responds as tears start to roll down his cheeks. Patrick lets go of Art’s hair causing him to fall back onto the bed. He pulls out for a second making Art whine at the loss. He turns Art to lay down on his back before pushing back inside of him.

“did he fuck you raw like this?” Patrick asks, he moves his hand so he can jerk Art off at the same time.

Art shakes his head before he remembers to verbalize his answer, “no he didn’t, wore a condom.” Art’s pupils are so blown out right now and he definitely looks a little spacey.

“maybe your not such a dumb cockslut after all.” Patrick smirks before he quickens his thrusts again.

“ah fuck, only for you.” Art moans. He doesn’t even really know what he’s saying at this point.

“that’s right baby, your mine. you’re my personal little fucktoy so you better not let anyone else fuck you like this ever again.”

Art doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much but he’s finishing all over Patrick’s fist before he knows it.

Patrick isn’t too far behind, finishing deep inside Art. He pulls out slowly, watching as it leaks right out of Art’s hole.

Maybe Patrick was being a little possessive but he didnt lie about anything he said. Art really does and will always belong to him, the same way that he will always belong to Art.

[attention-k-mart-shoppers]

Rui's bad luck

It's On! Wonder Halloween! - This event's song, potato ni Natte iku, was created by the producer Neru, who ended up being problematic. This didn't affect anything in-game, though, and only peoples' possible opinions on the song and its producer were affected.

Revival my dream - This event had cards for Emu and Nene and a story that many people considered misrepresentation of indigenous cultures, so the event, cards, gacha, outfits, and story never saw the light of day in the Global Server, though the song, Showtime Ruler, stayed in the game due to the only thing "bad" about it being the Japanese YouTube channel's 3DMV and 2DMV upload. And though the 2DMV's release time hasn't passed for the Global Server yet, I'm sure it won't be added.

A Sad Farewell at the Curtain Call - This event's song was created by the producer Pusu, who was later arrested for really bad things. Both the event song, named Donna Ketsumatsu ga Onozomi dai?, and his other song in the game, Asagao no Chiru Koro ni ended up being removed from all servers.

Backlight Lens Flare - This event's song, CYBERPUNK DEAD BOY, has the Manji symbol in its 2DMV, which could be mistaken for another symbol with horrible associations. The developers attempted to edit the 2DMV, like Warera Stain Busters!' was to correct a typo, but due to heavy effect editing, it was unable to be changed and the 2DMV will not be added.

[homestuckreplay]

EOA3 - Character Opinions

This is just a quick breakdown of character thoughts so I can track how my opinions are changing over time. I don’t think I feel super different about anyone here compared to Act 2, but there’s probably plenty of acts left to, idk, suddenly become a John hater. I wrote most of these in the dark because I’m trying to avoid screens for health reasons so I think I got everyone who actually appeared in Act 3!

Love ♡

John Egbert - He's had less to do this act overall, but manages to retroactively be the world's sweetest person with his notes and birthday presents to his friends. Listen. I love a gritty anti-hero and all but there's something about an earnest, kind protagonist who still has an actual personality and flaws that put him beyond being a reader insert that just grabs me and won't let go. I love to see him starting to question his assumptions, re-analyze his relationship with his dad and his past (even though I think he's still in the early stages of that) and go from being absolutely overwhelmed by the crude ogres to just soloing his way through a house full of them. I love his creativity in alchemy and in his little doodles for his friends! I want him to win, whatever winning means in this story/game, and I am waving flags and cheering behind him.

Vodka Mutini - You stare into the void. The void stares back, and then slowly, blinks each of its four eyes in sequence.

Rose Lalonde - HEY LOOK IT'S MY BEST FRIEND ROSE LALONDE. <- me every time she's on screen. Rose was great to begin with and gets better each act. Seeing her explore her mom's mad science lab, interact with Jade again, psychoanalyze John for four pages straight, exclusively make conclusions that fit with her existing narrow worldview while ignoring obvious evidence to the contrary, and risk not one but TWO meteor impacts to save her dead cat, has been a delight. And I love that Rose is a client player now, as she's someone who really wants control over situations, and now she's at Dave's mercy in a way that's already making her even more reckless and emotional than before. The story is better when her facade cracks!! Also even though I love Zazzerpan I felt a small vicarious thrill when he got smashed up because I bet Rose was delighted.

Peregrine Mendicant - She is a true, classic fantasy hero. Traveling a harsh, gritty wasteland with naught but a sword at her side and an ideal to believe in and ignoring the personal cost, she's like a witcher or like those dad characters in video games before they find a kid. All three future folks are charming in their concept, and how much I like them does relate to how much I buy into the domain of society they've claimed. With the mail I am so 100% on board. But the general concept of having a responsibility and taking it very seriously even when others wouldn't, or it doesn't make loads of sense in the situation, is compelling to me, and I think PM embodies this the most of the three.

Wayward Vagabond and Serenity - Grouping them as one since Serenity is only seen with WV, more like a familiar than taking her own actions. WV's curious nature and appearification skills continue to delight, and he's brave as well. Despite one moment sacrificing a citizen he's mostly willing to put himself in danger to protect his town and carry out Jade's instructions, his nervousness when making friends is very sweet, and he has this sense of wonder in a lot of the art where he's looking around at the landscapes. Rationally I could critique his political ideals but I have this emotional attachment to him that overcomes all of that. I'm so glad he has a tiny blinky friend by his side.

Like

Jade Harley - Jade seems like a lovely person to hang out with, and a ray of sunshine in people's lives. I love how weird her daily routine is and how to her, it's completely normal. I love her unironic enjoyment of things seen as 'cringe' and the way she's the one encouraging her friends to share in each other's interests. It's still hard for me to be as invested in her story as in the other kids' when - for example - she spends the EOA3 flash sitting by a flower and patiently waiting while the other kids are all running around trying to save their own or somebody else's life. But Jade definitely has a lot of interesting stuff going on, at least as much repressed trauma as John does, and the potential for a fascinating arc when she leaves the beautiful remote island she's spent her whole waking life on. I think she's fairly passive right now due to carrying out the will of Skaia for so long, but I can totally see that changing.

Jack Noir - This guy is awesome even though I barely know what his deal is. I personally don't agree with his clown aversion, but I love his priorities. I love that a hat is the thing that makes him finally snap and turn against the monarch. Radicalized by a jester hat. I like that he's getting character development but not necessarily a redemption arc; there's no hint that he wants to go work for the light side, he's just moving from lawful evil to chaotic evil and potentially becoming a wild card (cards reference intended!!!!) for the ominous planet.

grimAuxiliatrix - Easily the coolest troll so far. Inventive. Original. Has a gimmick and commits to it. If all of Act 4 was just an extended conversation between Rose and GA I would be okay with it.

Mixed / Uncertain

Jaspers - what did he say!!

Dad - I think Dad is the most mysterious character. Obsessive level harlequin enthusiast? Regular businessman? Jail escapee via brute force? Baking champion? Amateur astronomer? Treasure hunt designer? Dad is some or all of these things, and it's way harder to connect them into a coherent character for him than it is for the kids' varied interests. We and John are both missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. It keeps me up at night.

Bec - His radioactive powers are sick af and his relationship with Jade is very sweet, I like when two individually very weird characters find each other and have a surprisingly normal dynamic (at the end of the day they are just a kid and her pet dog!) But we don't know the depths of his connection to Skaia, which is disconcerting.

Nannasprite - Recurring theme with guardians is that it's hard to decide how much I like them until I know how much they know about Sburb in advance, and how they acted on that knowledge. It's extra hard to decide with Nanna because she is a sprite now, and detangling her from the NPC is even harder than detangling her from the harlequin. Meeting Rose's sprite might help! Anyway I think Nanna is old fashioned but well meaning, and has an idea of John as both the generic Child and generic Hero without actually knowing John until today. That's not great but it's also not her fault that she was dead for like a decade.

Midnight Crew - "oh, look at us, we're mean and scary and have weapons" get over yourselves. I have a sword too but you don't see me going round cutting off people's heads about it. Try calling yourself the Daylight Squad and being nice, idiots. They are fun though, and I'm curious if they'll ever play a bigger role in the story - we've had more extended sequences with them each act so far.

Dislike

Sburb/Skaia - I'm still lost as to how much Skaia is passively reporting past and future events, and how much it's actively influencing. But I have a lot of suspicion of any entity that tries to present itself as passive while also causing large amounts of destruction. On the one hand, Skaia could be so alien that it doesn't really correspond to human morality, on the other, Prospit and it's dark counterpart do follow human ideas of good and evil, and WV, PM and AR pick up human institutions very quickly. I feel like Prospit's government might spout the official line that visions during the eclipse are seen randomly and are guided by forces beyond anyone's control, while the actual truth is that Skaia or Prospit's monarch do have influence over what's shown or what happens. Until further notice I'm just as suspicious of the light kingdom as the dark.

Dave Strider - I feel like Dave has been fucked with all his life by somebody who does not care for his emotional wellbeing or physical safety, and as such, it's really hard for him to have healthy relationships with other people without a model of what those look like. His moments of sentimentality come from what we now know is several years of friendship, and when he first met John, Rose and Jade, he was probably way worse, and they still put up with him. I can have all the sympathy in the world for Dave and still say he's a total asshole for putting the alchemiter on Rose's roof in the middle of a fire. That's a Bro-level dick move and I'm gonna need to see Dave stop repeating the cycle of violence before I can like him, because his positive moments of changing his sunglasses and admitting to John that Bro kicked his ass, feel very one step forward and two steps back.

Aimless Renegade - Hitting people with machine guns is not cool. Also, thinking that one specific guy (yourself!!!) can be judge, jury and executioner is extra not cool. I still love his design (can I wrap myself head to toe in caution tape and call it a cosplay??) and I am intrigued by why the mystic ruins contain 'illegal pictography', but otherwise, AR had big shoes to fill being introduced after WV and PM, and he hasn't filled them yet.

carcinoGeneticist - Lacks originality and the personal touch. Very hard to be upset by a troll when their whole angle is "you're stupid and I hate you." https://thesaurus.com

adiosToreador - Does not have the troll's true spirit, or a way with words particularly. That's okay. Maybe AT is incredibly gifted at mosaic making or mini golf or raising chickens. Those are great hobbies and way better things to be good at than trolling.

Grandpa - Apparently he was so much easier to deal with while he was alive, but like, how? Would Jade put a butterfly in front of him and go do her own thing while he was running around trying to shoot it?

Hate

Bro - Worst guy of all time. To quote my other favorite piece of media, 'I hope his ends are fucking great because these means are not forgivable.' Like I don't really care if he has some top secret ironic goal, he's still an adult beating up a 13 year old on a roof under the blazing sun and then leaving him wrecked there. I hope he rocketboards into the sun and never comes back.

Lil Cal - He is still bad to look at.

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 6.1

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 6th snippet, part 1. Celebrimbor sets out to explore Adar’s camp and has a conversation with one of Adar's children.

Somehow, my snippets are getting far longer and more detailed than I intended. (This is shorter than the last one though!) This is mostly the set up for part two of this snippet, plus Celebrimbor making a new friend. Fear not, there is also some silverscars interaction in the beginning though (and there will be more in part 2 as well)!

Celebrimbor's day-to-day existance in the uruk camp had been surprisingly mundane so far, all things considered...aside from the world-shattering changes that were going on around it.

Adar had been a good host, and readily provided Celebrimbor with some basic comforts; a cot that he could sit and rest on, for example. It was placed close to Adar's own bedding, but not directly against it, which gave the elf at least some measure of privacy.

The uruk had even aquired some furs, both to use as throws and for Celebrimbor to wrap around his shoulders to keep warm during the chilly hours at night. The smith also had his own set of armor now - undoutably scavenged, at least in part, from unforunate elves or humans who had crossed paths with the uruk forces, but armor nonetheless.

However, as someone who usually worked long hours in his own forge and spent much of the rest of his time reading, writing or sketching, the elf found there was still something missing to keep his mind occupied.

The Lord Father himself didn't seem be overly interested in reading – or perhaps he simply didn't have the time for it. Either way, there were no books in his camp, and the few maps Adar used to plan his strategies had become quite uninteresting to study after some time.

Celebrimbor had been given some parchment and charcoal to busy himself with, but even that could not put him at ease; the last time he'd sketched, he'd planned out rings he should never have even considered making. His last letters had been full of lies directed at his high king and his dwarven friends.

The elf’s usual source of comfort failed to give him any of that as a result.

No, Celebrimbor felt restless, and so he ended up deciding that he would like to leave Adar's tent and walk around the vast encampments of the various uruk legions for instead. At least for a while.

He had notified his husband, of course – not because the other had demanded it or because Celebrimbor feared reproach, but because he wanted to avoid any misunderstandings. The trust between them had been strengthened by the recent talks with Galadriel, Elrond and, by extension, Gil-Galad, but it was still very delicate, and the smith feared it might be prone to breaking if tested too harshly.

It was a show of goodwill on his part, both to ask to see the encampment on his own and tell Adar why he wanted to go in the first place.

His request was, in turn, rewarded with a similar gesture of trust.

"Very well," Adar replied, sitting back from where they had eaten their meal together. The uruk seemed to have a particular appetite for raspberries of all things, but the selection he had his men heap onto his table ranged from roasted meats to onions, pickles, various fruits and even some potatoes. Celebrimbor might have eaten finer meals, but the food was more than passable and he hadn't gone hungry once since he had arrived as a fugitive from his own people.

So far, meals with Adar had been nothing short of...pleasant, overall, Celebrimbor could admit. The uruk might be brusque at times, but he was also well-spoken and thoughtful. It was clear he cared about the wellbeing of his children, and actually had both insight into some of the elven houses as well as elvish poetry - like Rúmil.

The smith couldn't deny Adar fascinated him, and judging by the other's interest in Celebrimbor's opinions, the curiosity was mutual.

The smith was pulled from his ponderings when the uruk continued to speak.

"I think it will be safest if you don't stray too far from the tent – we must keep in mind that he is still at large, after all, and has no doubt set his sights on finding you. I'd suggest we don't make it too easy for him to do so." There was a fine dusting of humor in Adar's words – slightly sardonic, but humor nonetheless. Celebrimbor quirked up his lips in response and nodded.

"I very much agree with that. I'll stay closeby," he replied. Adar's resulting nod was curt, but Celebrimbor could tell by his posture that the uruk felt lighter knowing that they were of the same mind on this matter.

"Good. Two guards will accompany you, for the same reason. And because you might get lost - our camp is not as tidy as an elven settlement, you see."

Celebrimbor couldn't help but smile brightly. "I sure hope not! While our conversations are certainly very enjoyable, I need something to occupy my feet and my mind for a change. I have rarely been so stationary before. And I am actually quite curious to see how your people have set up their mobile workshops."

If the smith wasn't entirely mistaken, Adar looked a tad surprised at Celebrimbor's response.

"In that case, be my guest," the uruk finally settled on, and got up from the table. "I will call upon my two most trusted lieutenants to accompany you. Give me a moment to summon them."

"Thank you, Adar," Celebrimbor replied, and could have sworn that the uruk almost missed his next step as he walked towards the entry of his - their? - shared tent. 

This was how, not much later, the elf found himself flanked by Glûg and another uruk as he stepped out into the camp. He had no idea where to go, and therefore just let his feet carry him wherever they pleased.

The encampment was decidedly busy, even if Celebrimbor had the distinct impression that there was some underlying method to the chaos going on around him. The uruk were carrying supplies back and forth, cooking stews over open fires, repaired tents and clothes and utensils, and he could even see a group of them train together a little way off in the distance. His senses eagerly took in the various sights, sounds and smells as he strolled about.

After a while, there was a sharp grunt to the side of him. As Celebrimbor turned around, he saw a group of uruk eye him with suspicion and back away from him as he looked in their direction. He recognized some of them from when he’d- well. 'Cussed out his recent bad luck', to put it mildly.

He stopped and flinched the slightest bit when the group took another step back from him, hands on their weapons.

The smith inclined his head and wrung his hands as tried to negate some of their agitation. "Hello. Er. I apologize, again, for my recent outburst. I see I must have frightened you. That was...not my intention."

As if in answer, the group quickly continued on their way, almost scurrying until they were out of Celebrimbor’s line of sight.

He turned a questioning look at Glûg, who had watched the proceedings in silence. The smith was still astounded at how tall the uruk was – he towered over most of his peers and even Celebrimbor himself. "Have I really been that frightening to them? I assumed your people would have seen little more than an elf losing his marbles when- that happened."

Glûg didn’t have any eyebrows, per se, but still managed to raise them in response. After a brief pause, he finally admitted. "It’s less about being frightened," then he stopped, as if contemplating whether or not he should continue, before he seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Some of us had been...unhappy, with Adar’s decision to march onto the elven city. He insisted. Having an elf of all people make him change course has been a cause for confusion."

Celebrimbor was aware that he was gaping at the uruk in surprise, but he couldn’t make himself care. "You- I- Oh," he finally settled on, rather ineloquently. He tilted his head at the uruk. "So this marriage between him and me, it’s- actually something your people are glad about, too?"

He hadn’t been quite sure, to be perfectly honest. Seeing their leader bind himself to an elf and making it clear he had no intention of occupying his city beyond ridding it of the evil within, that could have been an incredibly unpopular opinion – even with how loyal the uruk were to their leader.

Glûg nodded, solemn, and then looked across the camp. As Celebrimbor followed in the same direction, his eyes landed on a group of uruk women, sitting together as they spun fabric or tinkered about, some of them with bundles on their chests or in their arms.

"He’s a new father," Celebrimbor’s other guard supplied, voice flat, and the smith saw and heard Glûg growl at his fellow lieutenant in response.

That- certainly explained a lot. The reluctance to have Adar walk into a bloody war with the elves, all to face Sauron, and the way Glûg was now so open with his thoughts on the matter. The uruk, too, had families they cared about. Families that had accompanied the soldiers right up to the edge of a potential battlefield. It made something in the smith soften.

"Congratulations," he said towards Glûg, voice gentle, and smiled when the other turned his attention back towards him. "I understand why it would make you uneasy, that Adar intended to seek an open conflict, then."

He paused, and his own eyes drifted across the camp as well. "I too, am terribly worried about the wellbeing of my people. I might not have children, but my subjects are very dear to me. I have endured too many losses in my life already," and then he faced Glûg again.

Perhaps it was all within Celebrimbor’s mind, but he felt as if some kind of understanding was passing between the two of them. After several moments, Glûg turned his head about in a surprisingly bird-like manner, and then leaned closer to the elf.

"Do you believe there is actually a chance?" he asked, lowly, "That elves and uruk might coexist without violence?"

Celebrimbor stopped and gave himself a moment to ponder his answer. "It will surely be difficult and not without missteps from either side. But...Adar believes it to be possible. As do I. We have convinced the elven leaders to try at least. So yes, I do believe there is a chance. If we can manage to defeat Sauron."

Glûg and the other lieutenant hissed at the mention of the Deceiver’s name, but otherwise, it seemed the elf’s words had put them at ease. Their little trio soon continued their walk through the camp – though this time, Glûg was beginning to point out different areas, and began to instruct the smith on the proceedings was taking place there as he guided Celebrimbor on an unknown path among the tents and campfires.

The elf smiled, and let himself be lead along, listening intently – particularly when Glûg mentioned that the uruk had forges nearby.

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ things i'm most excited for in my home reality!!

: ̗̀➛ my relationship. this is what i’m most excited for, my relationship with aaron. we’re quite literally soulmates and i don’t care if it’s cheesy to script that. it’s a private relationship because honestly it’s nobody’s business but ours. we haven’t even told our families yet but they’ll find out at christmas. we don’t exactly plan on announcing it publicly anytime soon. we aren’t gonna hide it though, we’re just gonna let people speculate until we are ready to officially come out with it. and oh my god, i scripted he has a few tattoos as well but there’s one that i absolutely love & am 100% gonna lick. eventually. anyways… just look up james potter tattoo and you’ll see what i mean.

: ̗̀➛ my parents relationship. i absolutely adore my mom, she’s my favorite person in the entire universe and she deserves someone who’s hopelessly devoted to her. like my dad (chris) absolutely adores her and practically worships the ground she walks on. he brings her to every single one of his movie premieres and all of the award shows. he spoils the absolute fuck out of her and is just absolutely in love with her.

: ̗̀➛ the greenhouse. okay, so i scripted me & aaron have a greenhouse a few yards away from the house and it’s huge. like it has two stories, huge. imagine the greenhouse from hogwarts legacy, okay? it’s really really beautiful too. intricate glass, ivy crawling up the sides in random directions, a cobbled-dirt path leading from our back patio to it, fairy lights lighting up the path. we only have plants on the first floor right now but we hope to eventually have plants growing on the second floor too.

: ̗̀➛ my fans & community. definitely one of my favorite parts. there’s a ton of extremely talented editors, fanfic writers, etc. everyone is extremely kind as well and my community is very welcoming. it’s a free & open space where you can talk about anything, even shifting. no hate happens and anyone who tries to is completely ignored and blocked immediately. they’re also very patient and treat me as a human instead of demanding content on a daily basis, which makes me feel bad bc i haven’t been streaming on twitch or uploading youtube videos since my break-up with reneé :(

: ̗̀➛ winter snow. starting from the first day of the season to the last day of the season, it snows all season long no matter where i am in the world because having lived in a state that rarely gets snow in this reality fucking. sucks.

: ̗̀➛ stargazing. i’ve scripted there’s absolutely no light pollution, never has been and never will be. i want to be able to enjoy late night stargazing picnics with my boyfriend. i want to be able to search for constellations and point them out happily when i find them. i just want nights with a sky filled with stars.

: ̗̀➛ the marauders fandom. i have made some major changes to this fandom because holy fuck, i love the marauders but the fandom sucks in this reality. for starters, it’s a lot less toxic. everyone’s headcanons & opinions are respected and haters are blocked immediately instead of being interacted with. like my community, it’s also open and welcoming to any new fans. i did script a certain ship (not starchaser) was a lot less popular so it doesn’t appear in nearly every single fic and that a certain fanfic doesn’t exist as well. i’m not saying which ship & fic but the two coincide so i’ll let you guess.

: ̗̀➛ the food. oh my god the food. it tastes 1000x times better but especially when aaron cooks for me. he’s an amazing cook and is even learning how to cook italian dishes. all the food he makes is completely homemade as well so just ughhh. i also scripted that water tastes like cherries.

[egg-emperor]

Sorry for all the hate your getting, I just wanted to ask your opinion on Stone x Robotnik, and which version of eggmans your favorite!

Thank you I appreciate that, I'm used to it this point and all the hate doesn't get to me anymore, instead it only fuels me to keep being myself and expressing my passion even more hehe 🥚🌟💜

I don't ship movie Stobotnik because I'm personally not a fan of movie Robotnik or his characterization and their dynamic doesn't compell me, if anything the best it was was the first movie from what I recall in the one time I watched each on release days and I'm not really into the development in Sonic 3 because I prefer it to feel mostly one sided in terms of emotional involvement as I do all my ships with Eggman, as that's what is most in character for game Egg. I don't wanna sound like a negative hater though so I won't talk anything more about that lol

I'd say I kind of ship it when it comes to the idea of game Eggman x Stone though. I mean, I don't think and create anything about them a lot myself because the dynamic that would work for game Eggman involved specifically is already something I write all the time and always have long before Stone existed, as my self ship, Starline x Eggman, etc, is literally exactly the same as Stone would realistically be with game Eggman already. So I'm not all that invested in writing the same type of things again with a third different ship you know XD

But I do like seeing other people's creations in fandom like art (haven't tried looking for fic because I'm unsure of if anyone would pull it off in a way I feel works and would prefer but non story based art doesn't involve that) when it involves game Eggman's classic/modern design and is done in a way that feels in character. And they're just fun to see. I love when people embrace the massive size difference because game Eggman is a beast of a giant bear, that's always hot. I like when they're both drawn loving evil together rather than romance, that's all up my alley

I personally wouldn't want Stone/Stobotnik officially be in the games though. Not exclusive to this ship as I wouldn't want Stone, myself, or anyone else I ship with him to be in the games with him. I think Eggman works best far away from all other living beings, only around his superior robots and programs. I've always liked that he seems to be comfortable and happy in it unlike jimbotnik. Seeing how he talks about his creations being superior to natural life, he feels they're truly superior and prefers how he's more likely to have full control over them in creation and programming than living beings

Considering that he's expressed no desires to exist in the close proximity of anyone besides his own creations or discontentment with his current way of living, I can imagine he only sees living beings as his subjects to rule over when he takes over the world, not to live in close presence. He probably doesn't want any of them ever thinking they could be on his level or worthy of him, so he'd prefer to stay living as an untouchable ruler far above them and not start to mingle with common inferior beings, let alone have a connection with any. It fits him very well

But I think it's still something fun to explore scenarios of in daydreams and fan stuff for me, while considering what his in character interactions would be like if there was a reason for living beings to at least temporarily be around him and him doing gay stuff with them. As he has teamed up with living beings in the games a few times but they never last/are intentionally temporary and I think that's best and makes the most sense for him and wouldn't suddenly change under any circumstances. That's my feelings on it based on what I see

But I'm very happy people are finally considering and embracing gay game Eggman stuff. There's always been plenty of potential in the games alone that people still aren't aware of but the movies are making more open and that's great. Stobotnik isn't one of my biggest ships as it's only official form is in movies I'm not a fan of but I'll take any gay Eggman ship as a fan for 19 years where for most of that time it was rare for him to be shipped with anyone, let alone considered gay. It's nice there's been a shift, all I can ask for is for more with gorgeous game design Eggman!

To answer your second question, it may be pretty obvious now with this post alone and one glimpse at my blog that my favorite version is none other than game Eggman! XD

Both the beautiful modern and classic designs, in every single game and era from beginning to present and future, as he's the exact same guy I know and love across time in all. I'm actually not a fan of most of the versions in non canon adaptions and ones I do like are determined by how alike to the games they are. He's the first one I got to know and love and he'll always be the best!

He was my introduction to the series and he's so handsome, funny, and evil, three most important things about his character that made me fall in love with him. He's always so consistently entertaining and captivating in his characterization in all the games too. I've adored him for 19 years and almost no other version has came close to the passion and adoration he makes me feel

And he's so gorgeous all the time, from his adorable spherical classic design to his sexy egg shaped daddy modern design. He has reached absolute peak perfection in the source! 🥰

My collection kinda reflects this very well lol. Very outdated photo but you can see that his modern and classic design absolutely dominates the shrine lol

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[firstroseofspring]

b’elanna vs her mother at similar ages, plus some sketches!

[britneyshakespeare]

Had the extremely upsetting experience of a mutual of like 6 years going off on me for occasionally making posts about supporting Harris because apparently that makes me a g n cide denier who refuses to learn and grow, with all of my views just being assumed not even from what I've told them I believe or what I've posted before, but just because I DON'T post particularly the kind of things they THINK I should be. When I pointed out how much they were just completely assuming about stuff I'd never talked to them about, I was told it doesn't matter what I do in real life or "care" about if I simply disagree with their conclusion and vote for her anyway. Like they were absolutely not sorry for the level of maliciousness they not just assumed of my character, but for some reason thought appropriate to bring directly to me before unfollowing me. No apology whatsoever for how discomforting or upsetting that might be and certainly no acknowledgment that I could disagree with them and still be a good person. I just got another even longer rant about how they fundamentally can't fuck with me because of this one thing, no matter WHAT else I do in my real life (which I pointed out that they do not know), and how I'm directly supporting fascism.

Like seriously what is it about Tumblr that makes people think they know someone based off of occasional posts? There were just such DEEP assumptions they were making of me and going off of very little or absolutely nothing. Around the time I first became mutuals with that person I used to express my personality and beliefs and talk about what was going on in my life a lot more openly, but I've significantly scaled back on doing that in many ways for many reasons. One of my major ones is privacy and the way I've had strangers outside my followers and following circles just find random things I say and dogpile me for it. I was fundamentally changed after some T Fs did that to me like 3 years ago. I also just didn't have many conversations w that person anymore (I message people in general on here like 10x less than I did circa 2018-2019, which I'm somewhat sorry about!). My point is to say I think this person felt comfortable assuming that they knew me, especially who I am in 2024 at the age of 25, much better than they actually did.

One of the specific things they accused me of was being afraid of learning and growing (because I don't perform social media activism on here like they think I should). Like AFRAID to take criticism. When again I've never received criticism from them or had to respond to any criticism on here before as pertaining to my views on... well, absolutely any of the issues they accused me of not caring about. They essentially treated it as if the only thing in the world I cared about was the US election and characterized me as the most out-of-touch liberal they could possibly imagine, because I'm not "pushing" Kamala Harris to be better (Oh?? Should I do that on here?? Does she read my blog??).

And most hypocritically what they said was that I only *sometimes* *vaguely* post pro-Harris things (I often post like 5 or fewer things in a day though?). But here's the kicker. "Because I know I'll get shit for it. And rightfully so."

Really????? Not a single person, anon or not, in my messages or in a tagged post or anything, has ever given me shit before for saying who I'm voting for. I'm actually NOT afraid of "getting shit" for that opinion, I just don't start fights with people who are anti-voting. And why should I??? I genuinely don't believe in trying to change the minds of strangers on the internet about that sort of thing. I'm just not confrontational about it; that is so not the same thing as being "afraid of getting shit." I'm not posting ENOUGH about my support for Harris, therefore I'm afraid. But therefore they can also make all these assumptions about me being their strawman for an ignorant Harris supporter.

I'm afraid of getting shit but I still post anyway? But if I weren't afraid of getting shit I'd be posting a lot more?? This is ALL based on their assumptions of what my blog *should* look like, based on what I really and truly believe. My level of posting every now and then is an accurate gauge of my feelings on complex, sensitive, global issues. Because I'm voting for the Democratic presidential candidate and I'm ok sharing pretty much just that little glimpse of myself.

I really don't think that person knows just how inappropriate and insulting that is to just say all of that to me. Like they really know what's going on in my head. Their first message began and ended with like "I'm sorry I love you I just can't take it anymore" but they clearly weren't sorry enough to try and be more respectful to me, and they didn't love me enough not to default to extremely ungenerous assumptions and attacking me based off of those instead of any actual words I've said that they take issue with.

Online radicalization is real and it's not necessarily bad because your political views can start to fall well out of the contemporary Overton window. The way you find it appropriate to treat people whose views, however common, seem to fundamentally misalign with yours... that does matter. You can't just assume the worst of everyone and then act on that in how you approach them as individuals. And then be shocked that you don't stay friends with them. You can't be confrontational with someone about an issue you've never had an honest conversation about, and then expect them to take your bad faith in them as reasonable well-meaning criticism.

I'm afraid of criticism??? I'm afraid of criticism. No I'm not. This person and I have never had an issue before where they criticized me and I got harshly defensive. It was ALL projection. The entire tone of their messages was as if all their anti-voting posts recently were somehow in communication with the occasional go-vote-for-Harris posts that I make. That's not a conversation. I don't post for your satisfaction. I don't post in "response" to my mutuals I disagree with. I just post what's on my mind, sometimes, about some things. I really again can't stress enough how baffled I am by this

[deustux]

Literally, if you see Varigo as "aged up" that's so fucking dumb. You could say that about every piece of meida that gets a new series or show about the cast and their children. Also, let's be real, varigo and aged up Varian x Canon adult characters is different. People who age up varian to ship him with an adult character (even though aging him up doesn't change the facts that these 20+ year olds knew him as 14 and basically it becomes 20+ year old waiting for minor to become "legal")

Likes let's be real by this logic you could say the same about Naruto (Hinata was an adorable 14-17 year old now she's a grown ass women with a 10 year old son and 8 year old daughter. People writing smut about her and naruto isn't weird or odd behaviour. It's fucking normal). Also why are people getting mad? in my honest opinion I'd rather people age up characters to sexualize them instead of sexualizing them when their very obviously underaged.

Like, let's be real if you wanna bring real-life morality into this (which I never do cause I'd rather not falsely accuse people), which is better? A person who took a child character and turned them into an adult with adult features and an obvious adult body and is attracted to that adult version? Or the person who keeps them as a child with all their child features and sexualises them?

Like reminder that a lot of the og tangled fans were minors when the show came out, people want their favourite characters and childhood crushes to grow up with them. When the show came out, I was 11 years old. I'm now 18, no shit I want my favourite character to grow old with me. (I can also look at his 14 year old design and be like "aww he's so adorable and baby I want to protect him" and look at his 18-19 year old design and go "haha Bottom bitch"). Most people who are making smut about Varigo are able to rationalise that their sexualizing the very adult couple and not the 14 year old child. Like most people can rationalise this especially when it comes to media where characters canonicaly grow up and start a new gen. If you look at the 14 year old and 18 year old varian and can't see the very obvious difference (of the age of maturity and obvious age growth). Then that's a you issue.

80% of shows, show characters from their time as children to them growing into adults and no one has an issue of people sexualizing them (obviously the adult verisons) because their aware that they aren't going after them as a minor but their obvious adult design.

You can be uncomfortable about varigo smut. You can have an issue with it because "varian will always be that adorable 14 year old to you." But don't drag artists and authors down because you personally can't or don't want to see the obvious difference in these two characters. (Like you can't ship varigo and complain about people writing and drawing smut because "varians a minor" cos by that logic your shipping a 19-20 year old with a "minor."). You can ship it and hate smut cause of being asexual, or maybe you just don't like smut in general or other personal reasons. But you don't get to play the moral card when it's very obviously, not a moral issue, and the people writing and drawing smut are actually being moral about it.

Like reminder that a lot of varigo smut writers hate cassvarian and rapunzel x varian (honestly me too, makes me uncomfortable even if they age him up because 90% of them aging him up Keep the "knowing him from 14" and don't think to change that when making an adult au of him to date rapunzel, cassandra or eugene also cause rapunzel and varian will forever be freckled siblings to me and Eugene and Varian will always be brothers/cousins).

So yeah its not a moral issue because a lot these people are against shipping a Minor x adult so their very obviously not sexualizing a minor but the very obvious adult version (Vat7k takes place 4-5 years later).

coming out of hiatus to yell with my megaphone that if you think that varigo smut is "aged up minors" then you're stupid!! in vat7k they are both canonically 18 yrs old idk what to tell you. its not aged up for the purpose of smut in the concept, and people who are writing smut about it aren't only in it for the smut.

[heir-of-the-chair]

Lowkey hyperfixating now and I’ve come to the devastating conclusion that Jacob the main character of Water For Elephants… doesn’t really have a character arc

[aquared]

looking at my sprites from like a couple months ago is crazy because i look at them and then look at my new ones and think God those suck im so glad i got better at art ( even though its been like . 3 months )

[sskk-manifesto]

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[flowerofmayhem-personal]

I actually much prefer a lot of how studio VOLN is handling Blue Exorcist over A-1, I know not a popular opinion in areas and get the places people say looks off but the vibes and heart is so good? also there is a lot of amazing shots and imo calling Rin "ugly" in it is an exaggeration to me, there's some wonky shots but there's also SO MANY he looks great! I think sometimes people forget that A-1 had equally bad shots and design choices like I think a lot are looking at the older seasons through rose colored glasses personally! not to mention they ruined a lot of scenes and how they changed them/adjusted them in their adaption that to me affected characterization and making some of the cast look almost dumb in a situation the manga version shows was more serious and dire!

ultimately my view has been: I'd rather an adaption feel like the heart is in the right place and the characters feel like themselves vs everything being pretty all the time and would rather deal with a few wonky shots of characters over a bad representation of a story and characters I love! visuals are not the only thing that matters to me ever