#no one will be talking about this because it's fucking stupid and irrelevant and kind of a joke?

[kirinda-ondo]

Gonna drop my insane Daima lore theory that literally NO ONE will be talking about

Hear me out

Okay, so

The Demon Realm has hamburgers, right?

And travel is restricted to and from the Demon Realm and especially between worlds, and most travel mentioned before these restrictions appears to historically be out of the Demon Realm

Meaning that hamburgers likely weren't imported from some mortal planet

And among these leaving are the Glind, who would become Supreme Kais

And Supreme Kais create planets and help develop the life on them

And as mortals, we have hamburgers

WHICH MEANS:

Hamburgers are of demonic origin and the Kais gave them to us

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[hyuckswoman]

“thank you for coming over i’m like freaking out i can’t seem to figure it out” you said handing jisung a cup of water while he settles down on your couch looking over your project

“i figured out what’s wrong by the way” he says not even two minutes into looking ag your project “really? thank fuck you’re here mate i’m like dangerously close to a mental breakdown” “when’s the last time you took a break?” “i don’t know man this is irrelevant” “i do think you should tale a break y/n, i saw on your project you confused the magnetic field orientation with the observational signal’s polarization direction, and i know that no y/n in her right mind would ever do that. you’re too smart for this” jisung says as you sigh sitting next to him. he was right. you kind of hoped he wasn’t because this rookie mistake was definitely your last straw. before you knew it you started crying

“i just- i don’t know this project has been stressing me out, and mark- i mean all my friends i’m doing so bad i feel like a shitty friend i just- i don’t know what to do… and now i’m crying in front of you this is so embarrassing holy shit” you say in between sobs. if there’s one thing about you, you HATE crying in front of people and you hate how sympathetic their eyes are when they’re looking at you

“y/n calm down this is not embarrassing, do you know how many times i’ve cried about this fuck ass subject? this whole semester is constantly bringing me closer to the edge i promise” jisung comforts you rubbing small circles on your back “what happened with mark are you okay? no pressure if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine” he asks “it’s just, he called me earlier and i said i was going to see you and probably eat with you and he gave me shit about telling them we couldn’t see each other this week but then hanging out with you and- i told him it was the project but… god why am i such a shitty friend” you ramble dangerously close to breaking into sobs once more

“it sounds to me like you didn’t do anything, i don’t know why he was acting like that but he was just feeling hurt you have nothing to apologize for this will sort itself out don’t worry. and if anything this just proves how much he values and cares about you so really don’t stress about it okay? let’s just order food, eat, relax and then we’ll work on your project together how does that sound?” he asks still rubbing small circles on your back “it’s fine thank you… what about your project tho?” you ask calming down embarrassment creeping in from letting jisung see you in such a state “i already told you i’d half ass it, it’s done already so now i can completely focus on yours. now, what sounds good? chinese? indian? whatever’s fine with me”

you were really grateful he didn’t mention your outburst. you were really grateful he was the one you called. thank god you guys became friends…right?

29. stupid

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notes: AÏD MABROUK, EID MUBARAK!!! (not sure how many of you celebrate eid as my content isn’t always halal but Eid Mubarak to all who do!!!)

y’all i posted a mark bf texts and there’s a bunch of new people that joined…i feel shy this attention is…idk lmaooo also next week i have like two oral presentations, my finals r coming i am so stressed omgggggggggg i’m so over school i CANT

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[aloy-sobek]

Thinking about how the BG3 crew view chronic pain

Lae'zel would be insufferable about how pain is strength. However I think if given a change to swap bodies, Lae'zel would see you as the ultimate warrior. Strongest, mightiest, most fearless creature. ESPECIALLY a romanced Tav as Lae'zel gains a softer perspective of life. But good gods would she be annoying at first.

Wyll gets it. Eye still hurts him. Half the time he gets migraines because of his fucked vision and the other half it's phantom pains from where his eye used to be. His prosthetic gets dry. Needs to be cleaned and can cause irritation. He gets it.

Halsin is similar, he's older sure, but got a nasty scar on his face that smarts from time to time. Facial injuries stay hurting even once they've healed. He would offer natural healing, not in a crunchy way, but in a way to help sooth. Probably lots of massages.

Gale is a walking chronic pain. He is also a good example of doing that pain to yourself. The kind of chronic pain where you know it's your fault you're in this mess but also by gods it still awful. It's one thing to be punished for your stupidity, it's entirely different to suffer continuously.

Karlach, I mean, come on. She is the embodiment of chronic pain. Her insides are literally on fire. She riddled with scar tissue. She's known nothing but pain for over a decade. She's a good dark humor chronic pain friend 😌

Astarion is no stranger to pain. As a firm believer that he suffers CPTSD, Astarion probably has his far share of Somatic flashbacks. A form of chronic pain often thrown away as irrelevant because there is "no real cause." As if the past traumas of the body wasn't cause enough. He however at first would be a shithead about your pain, but as time rolled on, would sympathize, over a glass of medicinal wine.

Shadowheart literally has a chronic pain button in her hand. Granted it's being pushed by a god but if we thing about it, don't we all. She'd be sassy about it though. Heaven forbid she be too vulnerable, maybe for Tav and she would feel for a Tav in pain. Curse that moon witch empathy.

Minsc would try and fight your pain away. Which would be quite endearing. He would also be extra gentle around Tav. Not realizing chronic pain did not mean fragile. Boo is doing his best to explain.

Jaheira knows. She's been around a block or two. Fought a thing or two. Pain isn't something she's new too, but chronic? That isn't an enemy she deals with. She'd sit and talk with you on bad days. Keep you company. Good friend in that way.

[slocumjoe]

I've said before that the synth thing would work better with a McCarthyism allegory, but for Danse specifically, its so similar to autism that it has to be intentional??

Like. The thing that really solidified that Danse in particular is just straight up about autism is Piper's line in Blind Betrayal. Paraphrased, it goes something like, "I mean...yeah, of course he's a synth. It was kind of obvious, wasn't it? I mean, have you heard him talk?"

The autism accent is a concept that seems to be popping up more recently, but its a real thing, and in my own experience, everyone in my life has been able to clock that there was something different about me from my speech. People thought it was weird that I used "adult" words as a kid, and was very technical and exact when speaking. I was often mistaken as being from places like Brooklyn because I had a weird affectation to my voice.

And there's just. This fucking line. "Have you heard him talk?". Piper is also the person who clicked McDonough as a synth. It's worth noting that McDonough and Danse both use words like "rabble".

But seriously.

Danse goes through his life being respected for his work ethic, intelligence, and strong sense of duty and morals, but he never really bonds with anyone, he doesn't make friends. He's respected, not liked. People want to work with him, but the best they have to say about him is about his work. He makes one single friend in his entire life, and never tries again after that guy dies. And no one tries to befriend him. He's their brother. He's not their friend. And he takes his job too seriously as a commanding officer to attempt emotional connection. He apologizes for overstepping on the few occasions he does.

He talks like a thesaurus, and no one is sure if its to sound smarter, or if that's just genuinely how he thinks. It's strongly implied to be the latter. He's incredibly knowledgeable and passionate about various topics. He sounds like a kid on Christmas when you risk life and limb cracking open a vault that's supposed to have riches, but instead, just has some historical items. He throws his Brotherhood prejudice away the moment he finds a farm run by ghouls that uses pre-war structures in a creative way, and scolds you if you do the Brotherhood thing and insult them. He also seemingly forgets that he's in the Brotherhood when meeting a child ghoul, that kid's parents, a shy, insecure ghoul who clings to children's media (despite Danse finding children's entertainment stupid and a waste of time), and Daisy.

And then there's the synth thing.

Danse has always been Danse, but one little word gets attached to him and his life turns upside down. His work ethic is no longer a work ethic, it's viewed as a perversion. His intelligence and manner of speech are no longer of his own merit and education he had to have given himself, they become inevitable, things he had no say in. His existence is both erased and explained by one word, and anything else is irrelevant or in question. People who once respected him want nothing to do with him, because this one word puts him in a context they find unnatural, corrupted, inhuman. There's even something there with the Institute. Autism is (incorrectly) associated with vaccines, the government, science gone wrong. It's a man-made horror.

And then you have the people he gets lumped in with, after being thrown out for this one word. They take schadenfreude in it. This is comeuppance, this is deserved. This one word, something they take pride in or have sympathy for and want to protect, suddenly becomes weaponized. It's a source of pride for others, but for this one person, we're going to use it as punishment. You weren't with us from the start, so now you really are on your own. It's not that there isn't a right way to be this one word, it's just that there's a wrong way, and even if you change accordingly, you will never belong with the rest of us.

Its. Autism is about exclusion, from everyone and everything. Always being an outsider, often too polite or nervous or jaded to even bother looking in. And at every point in Danse's life he didn't belong. He was a rogue synth, so he didn't belong in the Institute. He naturally thrives as a soldier, so he didn't belong as a junk seller in Rivet City. He was a synth and considerably more kind and compassionate than the rest of the BOS, so he didn't belong there. And because he was a BOS soldier and is still working out some bad traits after his exile, he isn't welcomed by the people who he was thrown to. Everywhere he goes, there's a big neon sign over his head that changes to whatever word will ward off everyone around him and he's so used to it, the thing that makes him angriest about being a synth is that he doesn't even have parents. He doesn't even have that connection to the world, of being born into it. There is nothing he can connect himself to beyond the Institute (which he hates) and the Brotherhood (which, if he continues to connect himself to, will drive him to suicide out of sense of duty, and he already agreed to not do that)

Its just. His entire story is one of absolute isolation and the final dickpunch of "You've always hated yourself, right? Good news, here's a reason to kill yourself that's professional and won't illicit pity from your peers, so no one will judge you for doing it or grieve you."

[rachetmath]

Pyrrha: Hi you must be Alyx.

Alyx: Yes.

Pyrrha: Well I just want to talk to you about something.

Alyx: I mean sure but what-

Pyrrha: Not what. It’s who. You know Jaune Arc?

Alyx: I mean y-

Pyrrha: You know the Rustud Knight? The one you betrayed? Who you poisoned?

Alyx: Well I can- *attempts to run*

Penny: *blocks her path*Nope. All attempts of escape are at zero right now.

Alyx: You can’t be serious.

Penny: As the current generation would say," Oh yes bitch. Try me."

Alyx: Okay I may have wronged him a little bit.

Lewis: A little? You completely poisoned him.

Alyx: Lewis you are not helping.

Lewis: At least like Jaune I was trying. But you never listen.

Alyx: Look I understand but what’s the big deal? He got back to Remnant.

Pyrrha: Why?! Why did you do it?

Alyx: I mean… well… I… um….

Pyrrha: Alyx, understand, you have two deadly women on both sides of you. If you don’t give us a good explanation well…. I guess we’ll finally see if you can fall from heaven.

Alyx: Well I saw this vision and I didn’t like it.

Penny: Understood, what was the vision?

Alyx: Um… I *whisper* don’t remember.

Penny: You what?!

Alyx: I don’t remember okay?!

Pyrrha: What vision? Who’s vision?

Alyx: I don’t know. The writers didn’t give me anything. I saved him though. That counts, right?

Pyrrha: No. He just survived.

Penny: Plus your ‘help’ could give him problems down the road.

Alyx: Like what?

Me: I mean the fan base speaks for itself. I mean the guy hasn’t been in Remnant for years it’s going to be kind of hard for him to readjust. Not only that he has to recover from years of isolation, PTSD, trauma, and because of you he might as well also be having trust issues. Not only that he had to leave another friend behind. You and the Ever After might as have shattered him

Alyx: Oh Oum.

Pyrrha: Yeah. Oum can’t save you. Penny.

Penny: Way ahead of you.

Alyx: Wait you wouldn’t hurt an innocent black child right?

Pyrrha and Penny: ………..

Me: Alyx you heard the saying, “Equal rights equal fights.”

Alyx: Let’s say I don’t.

Me: No matter your race. No matter your sexuality. No more matter your gender or age. You made a choice to do what you do. And as a result of said choice you must face said consequences. Weither they be good or bad. Basically you may be a kid but you were grown enough commit murder. And as such-

Pyrrha: You have this coming.

Alyx: *crying* I’m sorry. I just wanted to home. Jaune had no idea how. So I did what ever took. And then the Cat betrayed me and I died. Please? Don’t hurt me!

Summer: Come now ladies. I know you’re both upset but-

Pyrrha: Ms. Rose! Shut up!

Summer: I’m sorry? Who are you talking to?

Pyrrha: You are a nobody. You have been irrelevant for a while now. You left your daughters and died. Your daughter ain’t shit. Your team is still disbanded even after you died. You might as well be an afterthought at this point.

Summer: Said the girl who’s only job was to run away.

Pyrrha: I went out in a blaze of glory. I proved myself. What the fuck have you done?

Summer: Um.

Penny: Friend Pyrrha I know I have no rights to talk.

Pyrrha: Damn straight. You suffered more than myself. All you had to do was live. Instead, you traumatized my man. He just got over me too. Why would you do that?

Penny: Okay, I’m sorry. But, he’s going to be fine now. Let’s just let her go. And we pray he gets better.

Pyrrha: Fine. You're lucky Alyx.

Alyx: Thank you. But I am sorry.

Pyrrha: Shut up. Oum damn. If this story continues he better get stronger and kill Cinder. Because this is stupid. I mean how much trauma does one guy need? How he is not a villain? I mean, come on, he can’t be like Yuji, he doesn’t have skills like that.

Penny: Well friend W-

Pyrrha: If you say her name I will end you.

Summer: Okay woah, it’s been nine volumes why are you mad about this?

Pyrrha: One; he deserves better. Two; I prefer your daughter or anyone else than her. Three; she’s fucking useless. And four; it took him being an old man for her to start liking him. Fuck that bitch.

Summer: Well like said, if you stayed alive then-

Pyrrha: If you stayed alive maybe Qrow would have stopped drinking. If you stayed alive maybe your baby daddy wouldn’t be in a state of depression. Maybe if you stayed alive you could help your daughter learn how to control her eyes and be less useless in fighting the Queen of Grimm.

Summer: That was uncalled for.

Pyrrha: Move along side character.

[burningcrab]

how im imagining ᵐʸ drifter's relationships with the hex. obvy subject to change once the expansion drops and we get to know them better

arthur: you know the sibling thing where you go open your sibling's door and talk to them about stupid shit and then flip them off or something and walk away without closing the door. she does that when he's in the security office. beyond that i don't think they have much of a personal relationship. years of fighting solo in duviri means she struggles with having a commander so she probably gives him heartburn when she fucks off to do her own thing in the field

aoi: they should be at the club. specifically drifter should be at the club learning how to stop fumbling women. aoi gets them shots because drifter says she doesnt get drunk. sadly drifter has only been drinking weird duviri beer as imagined by a teenager for most of her life so the first time she gets drunk off tequila and fireball and shit she freaks out and thinks shes actually dying and turns invisible in the bathroom. aoi drags her back out to dance and then they have a homoerotic midnight atomicycle ride back to base

lettie: seething because learning vazarin healing backfired and now her stupid void body won't let her manufacture "accidental" injuries. she can't even get a paper cut and ask lettie to kiss it better because she heals too fast. drifter is down horrendous for lettie but between immunity to mild injuries and a fear of rodents its just a disaster. meanwhile lettie likes drifter more than any of the rest of the team because at least drifter's dumbass attempts to play hero on missions don't require intensive care afterwards like arthur's "Tank Incident"

amir: listens and nods while amir explains the gameplay of caliber chicks 2 at 225 wpm for six minutes. tries playing with him but doesn't get the appeal so she just sits around while he plays and offers unhelpful and irrelevant advice whenever he dies. like "you should try parrying" when he loses tetris or "do a bullet jump" in a racing game. she also steals his energy drinks, which is probably good for amir but definitely bad for everyone else who has to deal with hopped-up drifter

quincy: drifter works best with him in the field out of all the hex members. he says it's because she's really good at being annoying and distracting and getting in the enemy's face with a shotgun so he can line up his shots. she says this is true, and thank you very much quincy thats sweet of you. drifter loves to be annoying and quincy is the only one smart enough to weaponize that. drifter is also permanently banned from shooting contests with quincy after she blew a hole in the wall with a plasma shotgun instead of using a normal gun for target practice

eleanor: oscillates between wanting to help eleanor and getting annoyed with her cryptic bullshit. also oscillates between thinking the mind control/telepathy thing is completely terrifying and thinking its awesome (and kind of hot). absolutely cannot stop asking eleanor weird questions and will keep it up until she gets the psychic equivalent of a sucker punch and her nose starts bleeding (which heals before she can get to lettie). sometimes she tells eleanor stories about the lotus.

[by-speaker]

Talking (ENG. VER)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

After the god left, Philza lay in bed tossing and turning, trying to think what the fuck had just happened. Should he tell his foster mother? No, Rose probably might have an aneurysm. 

Philza tossed and turned in bed, his mind whirling like a hurricane, he was the centre, but it wasn't quiet, the centre of the hurricane for once wasn't silent. 

He could hear Rose's disappointed voice, she had fought so hard to have custody of him and save him from the eye of the hurricane he lived in. Only out of the kindness of her heart, what could he tell her, that in a moment of sheer stupidity he bound her soul to that of death?

Philza sighed, running his hands through his hair, How was I supposed to say this to Rose, he thought, Hey, mum, remember you told me not to do anything stupid last night? Well I linked my soul with the god of death, but don't worry he doesn't want to kill me, he's just a possessive freak, the thought made him let out a nervous laugh, but the laugh died quickly in his throat. 

He rolled over in bed, staring at the ceiling, what if he didn't say anything? After all, it felt like a drunken dream or hallucination… No, he couldn't lie to Rose, not after everything she had done for him, besides Missa couldn't be real, could he? His eyes were too deep, his lips too perfect, his presence was too… divine. 

No, he couldn't be thinking like that about a God, he couldn't be thinking like that about death. If he went on like this he was probably going to go nuts, and he was only seventeen, he couldn't go nuts so young, he didn't even know what he wanted to study yet. 

The sudden light in his room startled him, standing in front of him, again, was Missa, those galaxies she had for eyes piercing him again. 

‘I can hear you thinking, querido, you worry me.’ Said the god, in that sickly sweet tone with which he addresses Phil. 

Phil himself startled, genuinely scared of what the god might do to him, ‘What are you doing here?’ 

‘Can't a God care about his beloved?’ he said with an intoxicating sweet smile. 

‘I'm not your beloved, I'm just a stupid drunk who kissed a statue on a dare.’ 

Missa laughed, ‘Even Persephone ate the pomegranate seeds by mistake.’ 

Philza felt his heart race at the comparison. ‘I'm not Persephone,’ he said, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in his voice. ‘And you are not Hades.’

Missa tilted his head, his smile never wavering. ‘No, you're right. We're much more interesting than they are, don't you think?’

Philza pressed himself against the wall, as if he could melt into it and escape this situation. ‘Missa, please. This… this can't be real. You can't just claim me because I kissed a statue.’

‘Oh, querido,’ Missa moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. Philza could feel the chill emanating from his body. ‘I don't claim you just because of the kiss. I claim you because you are special. Because you woke me up when no one else could in millennia.’

Philza swallowed, his eyes fixed on Missa's. It was like looking straight into the cosmos, beautiful and terrifying at the same time. ‘But… but I'm nobody special. I'm just a normal kid, with normal problems. I have a foster mother who cares about me, friends who dare me to do stupid things, grades I need to keep up with to get scholarships, and ordinary problems, I'm just ordinary, Missa.’

Missa reached out a hand, almost touching Philza's cheek but stopping millimetres from his skin. ‘And yet it was you who brought me back. That makes you extraordinary, Philza.’

Philza closed his eyes, unable to hold Missa's gaze any longer. ‘I can't… I can't handle this. I'm seventeen, for God's sake. Not only that, but I can't be tied to death.’

‘Age is irrelevant to immortals, querido,’ Missa whispered. ‘And as for being bound to death? Aren't all mortals, in one way or another?’ Said the God, an almost beautiful smile plastered on his face.

Philza's eyes snapped open, surprised by the depth of those words. ‘I… I don't know what to say.’

Missa smiled, and for a moment, Philza saw more than possessiveness in those cosmic eyes. He saw loneliness, he saw longing, he saw what more than a millennium of loneliness could do in a man. ‘You don't have to say anything, Philza. You just have to accept that this is real. That I am real. That what binds us together is real.’

‘But what about my life?’ asked Philza, his voice barely a whisper. ‘What do I tell Rose? My friends?’

Missa rose, his ethereal figure glowing softly in the gloom of the room. ‘That, my dear Philza, is something we will have to discover together. After all, we have all eternity ahead of us.’

With these words, Missa began to glow, his room smelled of marigolds, the sound of crows rang out and thunder rolled in the distance.

‘Wait,’ Philza said, surprising himself. ‘Will you come back?’

Missa's smile was the last thing to fade. ‘Always, querido. I will always be with you.’

And with that, Philza was left alone again in his room, his body trembling and the floor of his room littered with orange petals and black feathers. Philza was left questioning what had just happened. 

[oceansarepink]

Trying to analyse apology tour just feels like sorting through slop

The opening is bizarre. A silent treatment has blitz crawling back to be listened to, his personality has done a large backflip from the angry pained person he was the day before. To a grinning idiot trying to make his first fan like him again.

He is used in the same way now as he was in the stupid opening song of the previous - for “mean” careless sex jokes, to be contrasted against the overly sensitive weepy, whiny, half self pitying half self aggrandising “woe is me” Prince. Who is just so above that sort of thing because he’s a deep, generous, kind, occasionally naive and silly innocent romantic precious baby boi with sad backstory. Oh brother. Bring out the violins.

This type of bias from the solo author, Medrano, is just embarrassingly obvious. She gives stolas every win, all of his points are framed as right, she only lets the other character argue if he incriminates himself by warped facts, in a way that can contribute to stolas being right. She doesn’t even try and write this as an “argument.” It’s a case of her favourite OC evar educating and schooling the OC she is less fond of right now, with his superior mind and superior super deep beautiful emotions always put in a background of stars and constellations. Feelings that in truth, don’t go beyond “I want you around cause I’m lonely.”

In between making him cry and weep for our pity, she adds in moments of unfounded indignant behaviour, rage that his privilege dare be questioned, moments of malicious torment, and shaming. Copious amounts of shame. All to pleasure her audience with the satisfaction of stolas winning.

He is just enraged that his ‘feelings’ of attachement that define his identity at this point, are not being returned adequately with acts of servitude, praise, flattery, and gratitude. And while this biased scene is bad enough, Verosika has to be inserted to enable stolas and build him up as if Vivziepop isn’t doing it enough herself with this writing. Because as we probably all know, stolas doesn’t have any friends of his own. He only has Blitzøs adversaries to join with, or a loved one who Blitz is arguing with, to back him up because doing that makes blitz pissed off.

Nobody can defend stolas without just projecting their own feelings about something else, onto him. Or regurgitating his frankly irrelevant tragic backstory. Because this writer knows this is a very bare bones argument she’s trying to make. You have to squint terribly hard and erase a lot of events to make the owl look good and most importantly, look right. Because he isn’t. He’s a creep who believes he fell in love with his object and has never stopped treating him as just an object to throw gifts at in exchange for his loyalty.

He speaks in this whimpery, shaky but loud and overpowering voice, commanding the whole situation. But is given tears in his eyes between each breath enough that you don’t question it. It’s very hard to watch.

The party. What ensues is vivziepop having a slightly worrying fixation with torturing blitz and wishing death on him, using countless nameless voiceless characters as props. And all of them exist, of course, to be enablers of stolas and make him look morally good and correct. But they’re also made into such filthy commoners that the dear pretty clean beautiful prince is terrified of their barbaric rituals. Verosika while rich, is still his emotional support poor.

“He is better than him, he is better than all of them, he is better than everyone. He cries, he gives gifts, he sings songs about his lovely love. Stinky blitz only talks about penises and cloaca’s and says fuck. Stol’s is just so silly, he is baby. Poor baby. Speak from your heart baby.He deserves so much. He sings so fantastic. If you don’t think so, kill yourself.”

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Definition of trying too hard. If you’re a writer and one of your OCs takes this much of an emotional hold over you, you need to stop writing and re-evaluate.

[corpseconvulsive]

Hi! My name is August and im here to address the rumors of Toby/Plague, a cosplayer and content creator being a groomer and other accusations made within the last few days

You may recognize my name from other posts made regarding myself and other rumors including the rumor that i am one of the people Toby is grooming, which is devastating in my eyes because never once has Toby acted in a predatory way towards me, he is truly one of the coolest dudes ever.

Why did this rumor start? Its because of one screenshot where i am describing that i am cold and toby makes a joke saying he will “wrap his feet around me” which was obviously a joke, wrapping your whole ass feet around someone is not even humanly possible?

I fully consent to the sexual and darker jokes and fully enjoy them as we use in private in our servers for just ourselves and friends watering our humor down in the Blood of Salvation server, Toby always makes sure to respect a boundary if it is brought to his attention, still TO THIS DAY i am asked at least twice a month sometimes even three times if my boundaries have changed, the only one being to not make fun of me for my weight as it makes me incredibly insecure, Toby has never broken that boundary. If people had an issue with our humor, we have always communicated in the server that they can message a moderator to discuss any issues, no one ever messaged us saying they felt uncomfortable.

I can address that our humor is quite sexual and dark to begin with, however if toby is not personally friends, he controls his humor ESPECIALLY around minors, there have been many occasions where Toby has mentioned he is kind of sick of minors joining the server just because they simp and suck up to him and how gross he feels when people act like that just because the find him hot.

Majority of the jokes made were in a chat where only the moderators and admins can talk which you can choose if you want the channel to be visible or not, all moderators who are close friends talk here, we didnt say many of the screenshots shown to random members although we should have been more careful with what we say as some people are incredibly young.

Also the way this was handled was horrendous, Seirei has a large platform that i stopped following a few months ago, her content was great in my eyes and i completely idolized her because she seemed really cool, however things like calling ticci toby an abuser and other drama that arised has caused me to stop following her. She should have handled it like an adult and talked to everyone mentioned to get both sides as some people involved are minors which is so dangerous seeing how people are being doxxed now, some involved are as young as 14. Seirei’s posts are in my eyes, the reason this stupid situation has gotten to the point people have begun doxxing Toby and others, this in my eyes, is terrible, even for the ones making up these rumors and statements that are being doxed as well. I have no respect for those making up these things about my friend, however i think everyone deserves the right to feel safe in there own home without worrying about there information being leaked and something happening to them.

I have messaged Seirei who said to message her if you have more information or input as it says on her tiktok, explaining that Toby is indeed not a fucking creep towards me, is definetly not grooming me as I know the signs I have been groomed twice in my life for long periods of time such as 2-3 years starting before i was even a teenager, and about screenshots and things said about me in general regarding an old situationship. Seirei has not acknowledged my message along with another friend who has messaged her for a simple question.

Regarding the things with my ex situationship, i do not know why it is being brought up as it was irrelevant to this however all i will say is yes i sent her nudes however she did happen to start sending them first and it was a common thing for us to act sexual with one another, also one of the people who happens to be making accusations about Toby has told me i must not have sexual trauma if i sent nudes to her when I admitted i was a victim of sa and grooming which is a horrible thing to say to any victim to disregard what happened to them, it is not right and vile to do that to any victim no matter what abuse they have trauma and scars from, especially when some have developed hypersexuality from the trauma such as myself.

I would also like to discuss how these people accusing toby are hypocritical as well, they act like they have not done similar things while they have.

Robin, someone who started this mainly from what i know, loves to simp and support Jimmy Urine, who if you dont know who that is, he is a giant pedophile and was the singer of MSI(Mindless Self Indulgence). He has been charged with sexual battery against minors and they fully support this man and call him hot and basically drool all over him.

Virus is a person Toby used to be friends with before i came into the picture, a minor who said sexual shit and has wrote multiple in depth paragraphs about wanting to do sexual things with Toby as a minor before Toby finally kicked him from the server and blocked him entirely due to the shit he was saying. When i became friends with Toby I had heard stories about Virus as the server was still below 100 members(believe i was the 96th member after i messaged Toby asking if he had a server since his discord was on his IG) so the server was a close tight knit group with the moderators and there friends before it was opened for the public. After making it public Virus made MULTIPLE TikTok accounts and Discord accounts to join the server after being banned for his weird actions, how do we know? Because this dude kept posting art in his style, I was one of the people who analyzed the art as I am an artist myself, the eyes, nose, face shape, style, is all the same. He even presented us with a fake tiktok account, it was him in a red curly wig, same background as his other tiktoks. He is obsessed and seems to come back at least once every month or two.

Many others have made r34 of characters which is gross, like i mentioned before told me i couldnt have been sa’d and groomed if i sent nudes, someone tried accusing me that i was an adult talking to my situationship who is a minor despite the fact that my ex situationship was older than me, accused Toby of asking a minor to show him their tits as a joke meanwhile the “minor” i question is our friend Kat who is 23 so definetly a minor, people have called moderators who do there job mean, saying its wrong that we “shit talk” members meanwhile we only “shit talk” members if youre being stupid and we think its a possibility youll break the rules and start shit meanwhile these people accusing toby have servers and gcs on discord made for the purpose of shitting on Toby, myself, and other members of the staff in the crp server, and a bunch of other stuff.

As you can see, the list goes on with how hypocritical these people are, using things out of context to try and get the point across when all they are doing is lying to paint Toby in a bad light, its disgusting how they accuse Toby of being a groomer when this is who happens to be accusing him. Again to the rumor Toby is grooming me, i can fully state that no he is not grooming me, he has never acted romantically in any shape or form with me, he has never acted predatory towards me or any others, I mean if I dont text him, my dms are drier than the sahara desert with that man, hes not one to text first so sometimes i go a day or two without actually speaking to him. I know the signs of being a groomer from experience and research, Toby is not grooming myself or any others and its bullshit that people are accusing him based on messages taken out of context.

Thank you for reading🖤🖤❤️❤️

[eisforeidolon]

I'M PISSED OFF BY MISHA'S ATTITUDE AND LIES TOWARDS JARED!

HE'S GONE TOO FAR. SAYING THAT THING ABOUT JARED AND PLAYING THE VICTIM WHEN HE IS ACTUALLY JUST A LYING NARCISSIST. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE CAN STILL SUPPORT HIM AND BELIEVE IN WHATEVER HE SAYS.

JARED SHOULD REALLY SUE HIM AT THIS POINT FOR WHAT HE'S SAYING ABOUT HIM.

You know, I was trying to remember yesterday just how many times it's been now where Misha has surpassed himself in being a bitter, gross, ungrateful and jealous little troll to the point it astonished me. Like, did he really say that?!? Wow.

Like, it started out with the occasional sly imprecation and it seems like the more irrelevant he becomes and the more he's gotten away with? The more emboldened he's gotten to just tell more and more blatantly ridiculous and even potentially harmful lies. I kind of feel like at this point, until he openly says something so absolutely, undeniably putrid that J2 find out and cut him off, it really is going to keep escalating indefinitely.

I mean, I honestly find the fans letting him get away with it less baffling than him doing it in the first place. Because we've already seen that in their desperation to pretend getting canon D/C is the most important cause ever in LGBT+ history, they will believe anyone who tells them what they want to hear and try to throw anyone who they see as "in the way" under the bus. So, yeah, Misha could bitchslap their grandma and run over their dog and they'd still live up his ass. Talking any level of shit about Jared is a-okay with them, because they already want to believe he's evil for Sam existing at the center of SPN instead of their shitty ship. Not only that? But at the end of the day, they really have nothing to lose. Their wackadoodle online behavior isn't likely to have any impact on their IRL lives, and even in terms of online lives? For the most part, they could slink away from their batshit heller identities tomorrow and have a clean slate.

Misha though? Like, what the actual fuck are you doing, dude, you're not just burning real life personal and professional bridges, you're trying to nuke them from orbit. Sure, he's not getting any new roles because anyone in the business of hiring can see the caliber of his "acting talent" in the last several seasons of SPN. But is he really that confident he thinks no level of backstabbing is going to get his ass booted from conventions and any potential revival? Can he actually be stupid enough to have bought so far into the smoke his stans are blowing up his ass to think that he's actually as indispensable as J2? One line about how Cass is busy in heaven and boom, he's acceptably accounted for to the majority of the GA.

Even the nicest, most forgiving person in the universe is going to eventually say enough is enough. Basically accusing Jared of endangering his life to try and make his own actions of flushing Jared's phone look less shitty by comparison is ... I don't have words. How much lower can he even go? Unfortunately, I suspect we'll continue to find out.

[zigmenthotep]

I'm used to the trolls and the people making bad-faith arguments that a child would be embarrassed by, but there is one type of YouTube commenter that gets under my skin: The tone policers.

I talk about tabletop games, and for some reason there is a very specific kind of guy who has decided that the only acceptable way to discuss games is through a pretense of objectivity. That personal opinion is irrelevant to the topic of "Is this good?"

Because here's the thing, if something is stupid, I'm not going to say "Which is a design choice that I can see the intention behind and some may not like, but can't say is actually bad, just a direction that people might not be used to." I'm gonna say "Which is fucking stupid," because sometimes design choices are just fucking stupid, and you liking the game doesn't make it any less fucking stupid. But if you get offended by me calling something you had nothing to do with the creation of "Fucking stupid," you might be fucking stupid for making a game so central to your identity that you can't separate criticism of one from an attack on the other.

[mxssful]

Crow!Band AU

Literally no one asked for this but @wishforhome @inquisimer and I enable each other I guess?

A little intro to the crowlycule band au. Modern? Fantasy? Do not look closely at the lore, it does not make a lot of sense. Two rooks, three assassins (also spite?), except they're all in a band, and they're all sort of in love. Viago is a bassist. This is spiralling very quickly.

She’s lost in the translation of an old tablet when she gets the call. She’s— somewhere, in the Vinmarks, the coordinates are irrelevant, holed up in Solas’ temporary field office (a tent). She likes her job, being out here, hunting for things, occasionally talking to people, dragging herself through a cave or two, trying to put pieces together, — everything part of some complex puzzle she needs to painstakingly put together to paint a whole picture. She’s good at that sort of thing. Puzzles. Probably because she relates to them— all those little pieces that don’t make sense until you put them just right.  (There’s a song there, somewhere.)

Rosa taps her foot along the beat of the music blasting from the old, battery-powered radio she commandeered from Solas a few days ago. She’s been trying to educate Solas in the finer aspects of modern music, to varying degrees of success— mostly he sighs, and complains about all the screaming and agonizing instruments of metal or the soulless quality of pop music, but they had almost gotten somewhere when she played orchestral rock. 

(They don’t speak about the ska incident. They just don’t.)

Varric got her this job. More like— Varric had thrown her at this job, or these series of jobs, citing his bad knee for the reason why he couldn’t go traipsing through the wilderness. Horrible lie, that one, his knees are fine— she thinks maybe he thought this would be good for her, or maybe that he was trying to fuck with his old friend by saddling him with Rosa, but it’s likely it was both at once. Varric is good at that sort of thing too. People. Gambling. 

She gets the call when she’s trying to figure out if this is a transitive verb or not— which could derail the whole thing, and point to a different area altogether, and they could miss the ruins, and then Solas would be on her ass about it forever.

She doesn’t hear the call.

“Rosalie.” Solas always calls her that— professional distance, just the slightest bit of contempt. She knows how to imitate the exact tone, it makes Varric laugh when she does it. We are not friends, Solas reminds her constantly, just coworkers, but maybe he’s just pissed at the time he fell asleep and she drew on his face.

“Yeah?” Rosa says, lost in the words and the beat and the ever-present storm inside her head.

“Your phone is ringing.”

She’s surprised she has any service at all, it’s been more or less spotty for several days— this suits her just fine, she likes it like that, more or less involved in the world, but maybe always a little gone. Sort of keeping an eye on things, sort of haunting the narrative. 

Rosa picks up the call without checking who it is— Varric, she assumes, asking if she stole his lighter when she went on this latest expedition (she did) (she will pretend she did not) (she will say she never saw a lighter in her fucking life).

“Yeah?” She says.

“Do you still play?”

It’s not Varric on the phone.

Something— tangles, stabs, knots, releases, all things at once at that familiar voice. She hasn’t spoken with him in two years; they haven’t been fighting, it’s just, she thinks, Viago never really forgave her for leaving, and she didn’t know how to apologize for being the way she is, so they just… didn’t speak. And now it’s been two years and she feels the weight of them all at once, like this stupid stone tablet (it’s actually kind of interesting) weighs somewhere near her heart.

Of course she still plays. More acoustic, these days, than anything else, calluses strumming nylon strings easily, ignoring Varric’s warning glances whenever her mindless little songs transform into something sweeter whenever Marian comes around. She likes doing this, playing the soundtrack to people’s lives. Maybe she just likes fucking with Varric.

“Yeah,” Rosa says, and she does not say I have missed you like a limb or you are still my favorite person in the world or I am sorry I kissed you and then I flipped you off and told you to get wrecked, bitch, before getting on a plane or I still think of you as my best friend.

“Can you be here by Friday?”

She makes some quick calculations. That gives her three days to finish this expedition— they’re close, she can tell, but they can always put it on pause if need be. It’s not like the ruins are going anywhere. Three days, and she’ll have to maybe take a train, and a plane, and a bus, and she’ll sleep when she can, and she’ll make do, because if he calls her— she goes. That’s sort of how it is.

Must have been hard for him to call her.

“Yeah,” Rosa says. Nothing else— hangs up.

He’ll be mad about that, probably, but Viago is always mad about something or another whenever it concerns her, like she’s too much and not enough at once. That’s whatever really, just the natural state of things.

He called her, so she’ll go.

[boglizard-josten]

excerpt from Whatever Gets You Home

link to story:

(This is a part of the story, just cut out. Figured 1000 words worth of an irrelevant story might not fit in. It's in there though.)

“Well,” he started. He leaned forward. He didn’t bother looking at Josten or Minyard—they might as well have left already. “So, my mother is a hitwoman,” he bulled on, going right back on the promise he’d made to himself, “and for this particular day, it was me and my friend Mal. I don’t usually go on jobs with my mother, but there were a whole bunch of people there, and I knew I was safe, and whatever it doesn’t matter. My mom isn’t there, by the way. So it’s me and Mal, we’re at this ski resort. Our job is to look at this one guy’s contacts, look through his bag to see if we can find a certain—bullet, I think? It was important to my mom, whatever. But no one there really suspected anything. It was a resort full of people who, like, think they’re all that. Fake mafiosos, right? And one thing we were supposed to do at dinner was find a slip up, see if he would try anything. He was known for poison or whatever. Powerful man. I’ll tell you.”

A breath. A pause.

“So we are at dinner. Us and like, twelve other people at least. Mind, I’m 16 at the time, Mal was 17. Mid dinner, she looks at me like” —demonstration, then  he puts his hands out, palms up— “and of course I take that as an all good, right? So I eat my food, and I’m thinking, hey this tastes kind of funny, and I’m personally the type of guy to, if I figure I’m about to die, I just keel over and do it. I’m really stupid and I don’t keep eating, but I kind of just sit there all, like, staring solemnly at my plate. Mal is talking to the lady beside her, whatever, neither of us are really all that bright.  Minutes later, Mal looks at me like” —demonstration— “and I, naturally, take that as an I’m expecting you to do something, do it already, and I’m dumb as balls, I didn’t understand. So I just stare at my plate. Unwise, as it turns out. Crash, someone stands up, someone yells he has a knife! and I’m like, shucks. It’s a ski resort, just kind of go down the mountain if he tries to stab you or whatever. Mal looks at me.”

He looked at their faces. Invested. He wasn’t sure why, but he was not about to stop regardless.

“People stand up, and I’m a follower, I stand up too. People run, though it’s a fucking steak knife, it was already laid out on the table, he just wielded it—incorrectly, I might add. Like he wanted to kill someone. I feel like I’m in the movie Clue, I move. Now, I don’t assume I’m about to die. I always keep knives in my shoes, just in case. I don’t use them, but I keep them. So I figure I’m fine. Mal, on the other hand? She’s gone at this point. There’s like eighteen rooms in here, and we’re on a mountain. I’m sixteen and small.

“So I go, as one does, away from the man with the knife. The whole montage and the like. Eventually, someone brings him down. I’m thinking he’s dead. Incorrect. Poisoned, Naturally. Oh, someone gave him his own poison. That was in the salad.” Pause for dramatic effect. “Oh, so that’s why my food tasted funny. I get it now. I’m standing there clutching my stomach, not saying a fucking word. I’m sweating profusely. And the guy’s down, unconscious, and I think, why not just kill him? But whatever. And someone says, hey, what’s that? We turn. And remember, we’re on the downlow. I’m not supposed to draw attention to myself. We are not there for the same reason everybody else is. So I go with the crowd, like, what’s that? Oh, it’s my cochlear.

“It’s on the—pole. One of those metal poles. No one says anything. It’s not theirs. And I’m like, shit. Well, at least I’m only half deaf,  I can still hear. And someone asks me, like, hey, is your ear bleeding? I’m like, what? really loudly, because I am half deaf. She goes, is your ear bleeding? I immediately and ungracefully slap my ear, it—okay, it splashes. I go, yeah, it does that sometimes. I know it’s my deaf ear, so if something was wrong, it’s not like I can hear it. So now my fingers are bloody. Someone goes, did anyone eat the salad? I’m praying we don’t go check the plates. I make one smart connection in my entire life: it was the fucking poison. That made my ear bleed. Maybe that’s a problem. For another day, sure. 

“It’s fine. And, as people who pretend they don’t care about hurting people, they go sit back down. Uh, I trash the plate casually. No salad for me. I can’t hear, my other ear is ringing, we’re on a mountain, it’s fine. Mal is at the table now. Keep in mind she isn’t sitting next to me. Dinner finishes, knife-guy’s still on the ground. Oh, it’s a ski resort! Let’s go skiing. So the ski lifts. Those things are, naturally, lifted. Off the ground. I miraculously get on it, all skied-up, I’m on it with a man I don’t fucking know, and the ground is getting further away.

“I suddenly realize I don’t know how to ski. And uh oh, here comes the time to fucking plummet to your death, Green Boots style. So I jump, because, as previously mentioned, I am a follower. I hit the ground and my knees—miracle they’ve lasted me this long—give the fuck out. I’m down, immediately. Conk over, I roll. Really far, actually. Time passes as I gain my two bearings, and I sit up, still kind of starfished. And I look back. There is a dotted line all the way from the top of the hill to where I landed from my ear. Red, dot dot dot. So that was my life.”

[devilsrecreation]

Outlander Incorrect Quotes pt 3

Janja: *mocking Jasiri* Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki- *pauses*

Jasiri: Now, I gotta what? 😏

Janja: Nothing, forget it-

Jasiri: No no no, now I gotta what? 😏

Some hater: Listen to me, I don’t like you!

Shupavu: Do we give a fuck?

Njano: No, not one.

Shupavu: How many fucks do we give?

Njano: Zero.

Shupavu: Exactly. Therefore, your comment is

Both: ✨Irrelevant✨

Reirei: My husband is wearing a fucking suit to his autism diagnosis appointment

Goigoi: It’s a special event :D

Reirei: Shut up-

Janja: I don’t see any beautiful girls

Reirei: Just turn around~

Janja: Reirei please, only one of us can hallucinate at a time

Goigoi: Who’s the toughest animal you know?

Dogo: Mom.

Goigoi: …….Who’s the toughest male animal you know?

Dogo: You’re the toughest male animal I know!

Human AU

Nduli/Hodari: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Kiburi/Makuu: I’m not really a jewelry person

Nduli/Hodari: You don’t have to wear it

Kiburi/Makuu: No, I’m gonna wear it. Forever. Back off

Some female jackal: What’s your type?

Goigoi: I have a mate

Jackal: So what’s your type then?

Goigoi: …My mate

Jackal: What does she look like?

Goigoi: She looks like my mate

Jackal: So what would you rate me out of ten?

Goigoi: I can’t do that

Jackal: You can’t rate me at all?

Goigoi: Nope

Jackal: Then what would you rate your girlfriend out of ten?

Goigoi: She broke my scale cuz she’s so beautiful

Jasiri: You guys kidnapped Queen Dhahabu?! That's illegal!!!

Cheezi: But Jasiri, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Dhahabu or destroying the Outlands?

Jasiri: Kidnapping Queen Dhahabu, Cheezi!

Janja: Jasiri. Listen. Whatever I may think of you right now, these guys are counting on you. You inspire them!

Jasiri: What? T-To kidnap animals?

Janja: To work together!

Jasiri: TO KIDNAP ANIMALS?!?

Chungu: Prime Minister Jasiri, we all agreed a celebrity is not an animal

Sumu: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me

Sumu: Kenge, I’m begging you to go to a healer

Kenge: Sorry, is this OUR stab wound?! Stay out of it!

Sumu: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Kenge’s been raging in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Kenge: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Sumu: I do have a sense of humor you know

Kenge: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Sumu: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Kenge: You kill animals for food?!

Sumu: I can explain!

Kenge: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!

After he accidentally said ‘little’ in front of Kenge:

Janja: Top 30 reasons why we’re sorry…Number 5 will surprise you!

Kenge: Top 30 anime deaths. Number 1:YOUR FUCKING TAIL RIGHT NOW

Nduli: What’s the height of stupidity?

Kiburi: *turning to Tamka* How tall are you?

Janja, driving his crew: So how was your day?

Cheezi: We almost got surprise adopted!

Chungu: Yeah!

Janja: What?

Nne: We almost got kidnapped.

Janja: Oh, okay.

Janja: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Kiburi please come to the front desk?

Kiburi, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Tamka and Nduli

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Tamka and Nduli, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Kiburi: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Ushari: How's the lovliest animal here~?

Shupavu: I don't know, how are they~?

Ushari, flustered: I-

Njano, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Tamka: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Kiburi?

Kiburi: … No.

Nduli: I do!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Nduli: I’m sad!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Jasiri: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Shupavu: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Njano isn’t

Human AU

Tamka: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Kiburi: You’re a hazard to society

Nduli: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Kiburi: Heh. Look at those guys using that cliff as a slide

Janja: *chuckles* What furbrains!

Kiburi: Idiots.

Janja and Kiburi: *realizes it’s Chungu, Cheezi, Tamka, and Nduli*

Janja: Wait a minute…

Both: *simultaneously* THOSE ARE OUR FURBRAINS/IDIOTS

[faulk-u]

listen bro i didn't say your blog was bad, you're acting like i killed your family infront of you 😭. your blogs funny and that's what matters but bragging about it is crazy work because he wouldn't ever interact with hoffman or strahm (even if he lived) and he wouldn't talk about lawrence that way. he hated the bitch and warmed up to him because his life was on the line. that's it bro. put the fries in the bag atp... this isn't some elaborate personal attack on you just don't go around bragging if you have nothing to prove for it 😭 also if you can't take opinions log off you're gonna hate tumblr otherwise

Uh oh here comes the fun police... I'm gonna break this ask down into each thing you said.

1) First of all, I personally wasn't upset by your ask, I thought it was hilarious. I was just pointing out how stupid it is for you to say that my blog was "the most painfully ooc adam ask blog" you had ever seen, because that's: A. Up to personal interpretation and B. I think honestly kinda wrong. I've seen worse because I've literally done worse than this in role plays with my friend.

2) I never bragged (my deepest apologies mlord if it came off that way I should have used ten billion indicators) about anything I was just voicing my opinion.. if you cant take opinions log off tumblr bc you're gonna hate it otherwise :3

Never once did I say that I was PERFECTLY in character. I just said I *felt* like I was doing an OK job.

Never once did I use the words Canon or movie accurate. I recall saying that I felt I represented him well for what I was doing (big words so you don't miss it this time ;) )

3) To have fun and represent a character at the same time, you have to balance a bit. Am I supposed to just ignore my friend who I made this blog with because "sorry man, it's not in character or Canon for adam to interact with hoffman or strahm so we can't do that stop sending me asks" because personally, i think ignoring all the asks that you dont think are Canon enough is boring

Your point about lawrence is so fucking irrelevant because like I said, representation, not movie accurate and YOU YOURSELF reblog chainshipping so gtfo

It is possible to have headcanons about a character and portray them while also still portraying the characters thoughts and emotions well

Now for some fun honorable mentions because you were kind enough to send this ask non anon!

1) you use phrases like "crazy work" and "put the fries in the bag". Stuff that is most seen on tin tok (the killer of fun in fandom space) Not only that, but your blog states that you're a minor. This tells me you have not been in fandom spaces long enough to fully understand shit like

Nuance

I may not have been on tumblr for the early days, but I have certainly occupied fandom space longer to understand that you have no place saying that I should get off tumblr if "opinions offend me"

2) you yourself have a david ask blog. This ask blog is very not Canon because you portray adam, specs, and David to all be siblings. They would never interact because adam is dead, David is not Canon to the saw universe, and specs is from a whole different franchise.

You also do the exact same thing I was talking about in my original post where you boil down a character to their most recognizable traits. (In this example, David is mainly known for smoking, and being an orderly) but I'll give you a pass on this one since David is a one note character IN STRICT CANON to begin with at no fault of the writers because it's not a long film.

How dare you commit the cardinal sin of ooc.

But yknow what I'm not gonna do? I'm not gonna tell you demeaning shit because you're just having fun! And I love to see that! /gen

Just like I said I love to see other adam ask blogs have fun even if it's not how I think he would be portrayed!

All in all~

You could have just done the normal person thing of ignoring my blog if you were so personally offended by what I said, but you are a hater.

And it's OK to be a hater!

But if you go telling people shit like this on the internet, they're not just gonna be like "ok :33 ur right all the time lol :33"

They're probably gonna defend themselves because that's how communication works.

Goodnight gamers.

[deadlypincers]

100% agree on the entire tekken fandom being so fucking weird with jin kazama smh (especially fucking reddit, twitter, and the youtube comments section which is why i rarely look up tekken content on those sites in particular). that would be like if you were a star wars fan and you can't even enjoy luke skywalker without someone talking about how "luke tried to kill his own nephew yet he forgave his father, he is a hypocrite and a bad hero you're a bad person if you like luke". just like luke in star wars the last jedi, jin was ooc as fuck in tekken 6. even the writers themselves admitted they didn't want to do this, it only happened because of harada and they got so much backlash for that character assassination back when tekken 6 was first released. so why...why for over 10 years do i have to constantly see so many unfunny repetitive jokes, hate, and slander about jin kazama. why is the only thing i see when i look up jin is "ww3" for the billionth time. why did i have to see people making customizations of jin dressing up like h*tler, p*tin, and fucking s*suke uchiha. why do i have to see fucked up fan fiction of kazuya, miguel, or fucking s*suke uchiha raping and torturing jin kazama to "punish him for his war crimes and also because he never suffered what kazuya/miguel/s*suke suffered from". i'm also so sick and tired of seeing fucking s*suke uchiha stans and r/Tekken daring to comparing my boy jin kazama to that stupid uchiha from naruto who is a misogynistic egotistical narcissistic irredeemable skinny femboy twink asshole. jin would never try to kill xiaoyu multiple times, unlike s*suke who tried to kill two women who admired him. jin has no ego unlike that ego obssessed jerk s*suke. jin is actually handsome and hot, he's a muscular toned man and not just anohter generic femboy twink. jin was never cruel to either her or hwoarang. if anything jin was always more like itachi uchiha, jin always said "forgive me" to his opponents and his motivation, both jin and itachi have the whole black feather aesthetic, both jin and itachi hate their own bloodline, and jin's goal is to kill/stop his own bloodline for the greater good just like itachi. jin would fucking choke and then brutally murder s*suke for what he did to both team 7 and team taka. damn it harada, why didn't you just retcon it like how you retconned kazumi having the devil gene but not jinpachi. why didn't they just say that jin kazama was brainwashed by azazel or something. sometimes i can't help but think about an alternative timeline where tekken 6 scenario campaign never happened, jin was still loved and the side characters (ex. Asuka and Paul) were not made irrelevant joke characters and had something to do.

forgive me if i got a bit too extreme here, but i...i...i just had to let out my emotions now. jin has always been important to me, he's my childhood crush and also one of my biggest comfort characters (along with mitsuru from persona 3 and kiryu from yakuza). which is also why i'm so glad i found posts like these, my feelings feel validated.

Oh believe me, I feel ya, anon. I guess this is just what they call the pain of loving a cursed character doomed by both the fandom and the narrative... but in the end, we all know what's actually beneath all that and that there is much more than meets the eye to Jin (and other characters too).

Also, comparing Jin to fucking P*tin and H*tler is.... something entirely else and I am honestly terrified of those people if their reading comprehension leads them to these comparisons. I just-

You don't know how much patience I have to build up to (sort of) stay in the fandom with all these "jokes" still running around kn freaking 2024. I wanna say that I sincerely hope it will get better, but seeing the overall state of the fandom now and 5-10 ywars ago... I kind if doubt it will get better any time soon.