#not berrate them

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

bruh stop yapping on tumblr and get to writing

Hey hon! We're not gonna do all this okay?

Im happy you like my fic and want more, but you need to rationalize that I have a life outside of writing and that its MUCH easier to ocassionally post on Tumblr then to format a 10k chapter that fits my standards.

Now I know its been a while, but this is the exact reason I don't have an upload schedule. And even then most of my updates fluctuate between 20 to even 40 days between updates. This is my normal.

That being said, from my perspective this came off as pretty rude. If it was not intended that way, then I ask you please take this response as a correction to NOT do this in the future.

It serves as more discouraging than ENCOURAGING especially since as a fanfic writer this is my hobby- I would write with or without the small community i've cultivated, though y'all definently give me tons of lovely ideas and motivation!

Assuming this was a comment made out of misplaced frustration or untinteded distaste let me say this. In the future I suggest asks like "Cant wait for the update"! or "Please sir can I have some more"

Both of those responses are MILES more acceptable than this, I am self aware to recognize I don't write/upload nearly as much or as quickly as I could. But at a cost the quality would fall.

Thank you for the ask regardless, and I hope you have a better day dear <333

[llegato]

fuckkkk

[skeletonlvr22]

Alright soooo you've mentioned that the monster in your AU have enhanced senses (sight, smell, hearing, etc.) And you've mentioned that different monsters might have different enhancements on their senses depending on what type of monster they are, but do the differnt versions of the skeletons have different enhancements to their senses?

Like would Wine have different capabilities with his 5 senses than he would with Blue, who is another version of himself?

Or would they be pretty much the same??

Does this make sense!? I'm so sorry I'm terrible at wording things in a way other people will understand😭😭

It makes sense, don't worry! This is such a great question as well!

For the senses, no, all the skeletons are the same. That's just how their subspecies is so it's all the same!

However, depending on the skeleton (and monsters in general), their magic (remember, magic is weird and adapts to the world around it) gives them lil special enhancements.

For example (I'll use Blue and Wine for simplicities sake) Wine sometimes just picks up on things and events a few moments (sometimes minutes, sometimes seconds) before they happen. Coffee's the only person that can wiggle his way around it, mostly because Wine gets a strange distant look on his skull, or he speaks slightly differently, and Coffee's the only one able to even notice that Wine's being strange (let alone that he's about to predict/be aware of the future).

With Blue, his underground was one of the nicest, so his magic didn't need to adapt to be able to do the same things Wine's does (or any of the others for that matter). Blue's a sweetheart, so his main thing is healing. He really does just want to be helpful. Though, Blue's got a lot of energy on top of that, so his healing magic would feel different from someone else's! He's also one of the few monsters who can make healing food with ease!

These enhancements aren't related to the fact that their skeletons at all, just that their monsters. Their smell and hearing is specific to their subspecies, but not their enhancements. Some monsters have them, some don't, it just depends! I hope this all answers your question, lol.

Sorry if I've over explained anything, but thank you for inciting the info dump with such a wonderful question. I hope I see you pop up again soon! 😊☕️

[magicstormfrostfire]

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[rarastmblr]

“I'll wait. I'll always wait.”

#Pairing? Teru Minamoto x FEM!Reader

#Sypnosis. Your boyfriend finds out you've been keeping a secret from him, how does he react?

#Tags. The overused trope of three (in this case, two) of the boy's fangirls bullying his girlfriend lmao, Akane Aoi and Aoi Akane is here‼️

—This post was requested by anon. Thank you for requesting! 💕 I don't think this is exactly how you wanted Teru to find out, so I apologize for that! 😅

When you had confessed to Teru you thought you would be rejected too, just like the girls who had poured their hearts out when they wrote their love letters for him.

You expected to have your heart broken as you prepared for the words that would shatter your heart as if it was just a fragile plate.

Getting rejected by the handsome prince isn't the worst that you expect; it was the sheer embarrassment that you'd have to deal with as you walk down the halls of the school.

You could only wonder what had happened to the girls that had gotten rejected by him, were they able to quickly move on?

Unfortunately, unlike them, you surely aren't someone who is able to handle rejection lightly, especially if it's from him.

But— Thank the heavens! The result was much more fruitful than you thought it would be. Pushing the negative thoughts of what people would think aside, Teru accepted your confession.

The both of you had agreed to keep the relationship on the low because Teru had many fangirls— and you know what would possibly happen if they found out.

Teru is worried about what would happen to you. Some girls are driven by love to the point they take it too far if they heard news about their crush having a significant other.

That's what led to this — apparently, a certain someone found out about your relationship between Teru and spread the news to the girls, particularly the ones who were known to be obsessed over him.

“Are you seriously Minamoto-senpai's girlfriend?” Kyoko doubted, right after hitting you multiple times earlier along with her best friend Mayu.

“Oh gosh, he must've been out of his mind!” Mayu snorted. No, their parents must've been out of their minds for giving them names that contradicted their personalities. Though, you suppose it wasn't their parents fault their daughters grew up to be bitches a pain in the neck.

“Minamoto-senpai is too good for you, y'know? He's like a prince charming and you..” Right after finishing her sentence, Mayu grimaced: showing a face of disgust. “Don't let the rumours get into your head..”

Well, that's true.. No. You weren't going to be gullible with all the stanky comments Mayu and Kyoko were throwing at you. But it still does bring some tears into your eyes — not enough for them to roll down your face though.

Oh come on, Teru had just comforted you over your insecurities 2 days ago and just plain words from two girls were already melting down the wall of confidence that Teru built up.

“Augh, come on.. is the crybaby gonna cry again? This is just a routine now” Kyoko sneered, annoyed at the routine she herself made. If she thought bullying you was such a chore then why doesn't she just stop? She might as well just be sadistic.

Crybaby. That was the nickname they gave you when they started this mess; ever since they noticed that you were awfully close with Teru. Way before you and him started dating.

You stood up. Well, at least tried to. The bruises Kyoko and Mayu left on your legs didn't really do you any good. Mayu had already beat you into pushing you against the wall before you could stand up.

Just as the two girls were gonna start berrating you again, a cough was heard from behind. The two turned around to see the one and only Akane Aoi. The two froze in fright, wondering what she was going to do.

Her petite figure walked up to the three of you, her indigo hair tied up into two circle sections behind her head as usual. Aoi stared at you with an expression Kyoko and Mayu couldn't read.

Kyoko and Mayu's next move proved that they were idiots. “Akane-san! The princess of the school! Wanna join us over here?” Kyoko suggested, earning a confused look from the indigo-haired girl.

“This little minx sitting on the dirty floor over here is supposedly dating the one and only Teru Minamoto. Could you believe how absurd that rumour is!? Especially since you and Minamoto-kun dated before..” Mayu babbled. Where did she get that information from? As far as you knew, Teru and Aoi never felt any romantic feelings towards each other. Akane would fume at the thought of that.

“What are you talking about?” Aoi looked like she was gonna burst at any moment, well, at least she looked like she was in your perspective. Because of Kyoko and Mayu not being one of Aoi's close friends, the two bullies in front of you wouldn't be able to relate with you being able to read Aoi and her expressions.

“I heard—” “Whatever you're gonna babble next, just shut up. This bathroom is already reeking because of the stank you and Kyoko are emitting. It'd stink more if you open your mouth again.” Aoi shut Mayu up, already fed up with the two girls in front of her.

“It's best you leave (name)-chan alone, unless you want this audio tape sent to the supreme student council office, where Minamoto-senpai would hear it.”

Hearing Teru's name and seeing Aoi shoving a videotape into their faces — repeating everything they said to you, the two girls quickly dashed out of the area.

It was just you and Aoi now. You stared at her as if she hung up the stars, bowing and thanking her profusely again and again for saving you from them. Aoi only crouched down and helped you to stand up. She then put your arm around her shoulder, guiding you as you two walk together towards the nurse's office.

The nurse's office wasn't far. Lucky day for you. It wasn't like you were dreading the time you were walking with Aoi anyway, while you were walking earlier, she had wiped off your tears and helped bring back a smile on your face. She joked about how the two girls didn't have any room to talk to you even — they literally are in the lowest ranks in the class when it comes to intelligence, while you and Aoi are in the top 10.

The nurse was generous (she always is) to have you excused to any of last the classes you had, and with Aoi's help, the teacher agreed to just sign you as ‘excused’.

When it was time to go home, the bruises on your legs have already healed a lot more than you expected. You thanked the nurse and grabbed your back (that Aoi dropped off earlier) so that you can head back home.

Unexpectedly, Aoi was there just as you opened the door of the nurse's office to leave. She said that she'd walk with you on the way home, as the both of your houses were close to each other.

“Where's Nene-chan?” You asked her.

“Hmm.. I don't know either. She's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately, do you think my story about Hanako-san took a toll on her?” Aoi responded. The thought of a ghost in the girl's bathroom sent chills down your spine — At least Hanako-san is a girl though, well, rumoured to be.

“AO-CHAN~!!” Ah, you knew that voice. Turning around in sync with Aoi, Akane walked up to you guys with a smile on his face. Though you felt like you were third wheeling..

A conversation started with Akane and Aoi as the three of you were walking. Akane invited himself to walk the both of you home (by both he definitely just meant Aoi, you didn't really care though).

Aoi didn't see a way to escape from this, the three of your houses were close and there wasn't an excuse she could make up except for “We're gonna have a girl's night. Only girls are allowed” and Akane would just unknowingly counter her by saying “I'm only walking with you until you arrive at your house, it'll be fine!”

The walk back home ended with Akane trying to have a long conversation with Aoi, only for it to be a short conversation. He'd try over and over again while you are just there; observing the two of them. Sometimes you'd often see Aoi's eyes light up more than they usually do, so you didn't bother to include yourself into their conversations.

Though, you really did want to ask what Aoi was going to be doing tomorrow. Tomorrow's Saturday after all, meaning no school to stress about.

*Audio file sent* ...What the hell?

Teru didn't know what to say or feel at the moment. He was just cooking for his siblings earlier right now and they are eating joyfully like a happy family. (Cue Kou excusing himself to go to the bathroom to barf)

A single audio file ruined his evening — even worse that what happened in the audio file had something to do with his girlfriend.

He messaged you, not to ask if the audio was real, he already had enough evidence. But to ask you if you were okay. You replied once he greeted you, but left him on read as soon as he typed the message: ‘Akane and Akane-san informed me about what happened to you today. Can we talk about it? Please?’ He spammed you with messages. He was worried.

After a while, his messages were left on sent. ‘..I'll be visiting you tomorrow.’ That was his last messaged before Teru had turned off his phone. As he looked up, expecting to see Kou and Tiara, he realized he was sthe only one sitting in the dinner table. Where did they go?

You were nervous. It was the crack of dawn and you checked to see Teru's messages again, only to be left frightened because of the news that he'll be visiting you.

No. It wasn't like your parents had any issues with your boyfriend or anything, they loved him. What you were nervous about was the inevitable conversation that is going to happen today.

You weren't very much of a productive person during the weekdays, so you opted to take a bath later instead of right now in the early morning. Not like Teru would mind anyway.

It wasn't long before 7:47 AM, exactly the time Teru arrived at the doorstep of your home. Your mom, though surprised that your boyfriend unexpectedly visited so early, welcomed him warmly.

Before your mom could lead him to the living room so he could sit down while she goes to your room to call for you, he already saw you taking a sneak peak of him from the stairs. Immediately, as if in a emergency, Teru excused himself and hurriedly walked upstairs to your room almost tripping halfway.

“..Young love~” You mother sighed in happiness for her daughter.

“I don't know, it kind of looks like they're gonna break up.” Your father broke your mom from her dream of you getting married to Teru.

“Don't say that!” She hissed at him, grabbing her slipper—

“Please let me in sweetheart,” Teru begged in a soft tone, not wanting to overwhelm you with everything that was happening.

You cracked the door open slightly. You saw him smile reassuringly. You then opened it enough for Teru to walk in, as Teru is finally inside he waited for you to close your door. He knew you liked it best when conversations between you and him were in private.

“You could've just called.. you didn't have to come here.” You told him, only to be countered by his next words.

“I knew you wouldn't reply anyway when you hear my voice from the phone.” Teru responded, only to get a playful hit from you.

“So..” The room was silent as you locked your door for privacy, fearing that one of you're parents would possibly walk in.

“How long has this bullying been going on for?” Teru asked as he walked closer to you, holding your hand in his and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

“..Way before you and I started dating.” You answered truthfully, it was better to speed up this conversation than to slower it down and tell lies.

At that, Teru froze. “Why didn't you tell me?” Almost immediately, Teru used his other hand (the one not holding yours) to wipe away the tears that were starting to brim in your eyes.

Teru knew you like he knew his own mind. He knew that you were getting overwhelmed and we're crying because of it. He could almost predict every move that you were gonna do.

Teru smiled at you softly, then gently held the back of your head. Sobs that came out of your mouth turned muffled as he gently pushed your face into his t-shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling a sense of comfort.

“If you don't want to talk about it now, then that's okay. There's no use dwelling on the past.” Teru muttered as he kissed the top of your head. “I'll deal with those girls at school. You won't have anything to worry about.”

Teru continues to comfort you through your muffled sobs, you hear a series of “shh” and words of encouragement throughout the whole ordeal.

Teru tilted your head up to meat his eyes and wiped away any tears still on your face. Also, he used his shirt to wipe of your snot too — much to your embarrassment.

After that he peppered your face with kisses, resulting into the two of you cuddling in your bed the rest of the morning. But your mom called the two of you down stairs when she noticed you haven't eaten breakfast yet.

The rest of the day ended with Teru hanging out with you and your family. Teru invited you to go on a date tomorrow — his treat ofcourse (nothing changed, he was always the one who pays). Tiara decided to come along that day, not that you minded.

Sunday passed, and the walk to school with Aoi was peaceful if you just ignore Akane in the background. The bruises have healed, thanks to your mom and Teru. Dad was the one stressing over the many things he had to buy from the store and pharmacy.

“You look better now. Guessing the talk between you and Minamoto-senpai went well?” Aoi asked as the two of you were at the school gate. Akane got called by the other student council's to hurry up because of an urgent early meeting.

“It went very well.” I answered, giving her a thankful smile. “Thanks again, for protecting me that day..”

“No need.” The two of you walked towards the classroom. “Oh! Nene-chan is finally here!” Aoi chimed, delighted to see her friend. Her absence in classes made her seem like she went missing.

You followed Aoi as she went to converse with Nene. You also gave out some opinions and thoughts about the topic the three of you were conversing about, but only like once or six times since you really didn't know a lot about supernaturals.

The teacher finally arrived, students immediately went to go sit down on their seats. Akane was still busy with the student council meeting you suppose. But what was weird is Kyoko and Mayu not being there chattering, judging everyone in their field of view as if they had any room to talk.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #6456:

people who engage online in discourse at all are such a problem IMO no matter the side, simply because arguing/talking like adults has been lost in the wind completely.

the discourse has become so saturated that I see people being called an 'anti' for simply not liking/being okay with certain topics or if it's portrayed in a way they don't like and they simply criticize it, or you get called a closet pedo for not liking certain content because only a pedo wouldn't like that to look better or something. someone simply having an opinion and not harassing someone doesn't make them an anti.

Or the other way around. Not wanting to harass people/bring unnecessary behavior or rudeness makes someone proship.

And not wanting to align yourself with a label in the discourse is a none issue too. But I've seen people have the "you're either with us or against us" mentality in reaction to this. Maybe people just don't want to be associated either way because of the barbaric behavior this discourse brings out in people. Maybe some people just don't want to be aligned in the discourse. Or engage in the discourse. They have no obligation to engage how you want them to/solely because you want their opinions. Ive seen many artists berrated to get their opinions in discourse even after they say they don't want to engage it's ridiculous.

And someone simply not liking that content doesn't make them someone you can't follow/like their art of. You don't need to agree with everything the creator of something/your friends do or don't to coexist. So long as you/they aren't harassing anyone literally who cares. Some people act so childish. Especially the "but not my side we're normal' people because people who agree with me can't do bad and people who disagree with me are bad more than my side" from any sides of any discourses

[multiverse-imagines]

Hello! I wonder if you could write a sequel to Bad Omen but with Vash or Milly and Meryl meeting reader after Fifth Moon event.

Please and thank you

A/N: Absolutely! I'm so sorry it took literally all year to write this! I've been in a weird place, so writing hasn't happened much in general; and quite frankly I hate not writing. There's nothing worse than not writing. Anyways, Enjoy!

Bad Moon

Chapter 2: The Bigger Picture

A year and a half went by, and yet each night I stared up at the fifth moon, the giant crater in it. I could feel the phantom pains of my arm aching whenever I looked at it, grounding me to reality. Even as I ran the memories through my mind like a movie, I couldn't help it. The man… that calm before the storm… the brother of The Stampede… The Stampede that hadn't been heard from since that, now second, infamous day.

In a town to the far south, I was working in yet another restaurant. Despite my prosthetic arm and bum knee, I had really begun to enjoy talking with the locals, and being so sweet to them that they showered me with tips. Sometimes. It was during one of my shifts that I saw a familiar face. The two ladies who had been with The Stampede as they had entered Augusta. I was relieved to see what they had survived, but the short one looked absolutely livid at the sight of me. I gasped as she charged at me, and I hardly had time to scramble away before she was interrogating me as if I had messed up her order and she wanted to speak to my manager.

“It's you! You were leaving Augusta that day! How did you know he would be there? Who do you work for?!” She yelled in the restaurant, causing a scene. I put my hands up in surrender as she held my shirt collar.

“I don't work for anyone! I… I just…” I tried to speak up as she continued to beg and berrate me for answers, and I didn't notice her tears until her grip on my shirt faltered. I paused, looking at her with sadness. She… she loved The Stampede… the man who was now missing. I looked to the woman’s friend, the tall girl who had ordered the pudding and Ceylon tea.

“Meryl… it's not their fault…” the big girl said softly, as if this wasn't the first time the short one had lashed out since the Typhoon’s disappearance.

“Yeah, Milly, but…” Meryl sighed, looking into my eyes. It was clear she still wanted answers. I gave a sigh, and steadied myself as I asked them to wait. I told my boss I was taking break, as there was a lull in my customers, and I sat down with them, a dessert snack in my hands.

I told them everything I knew. July, my injuries, the strange man who was The Stampede’s brother, the cities he had destroyed, and the conversation I had with him the day that Augusta was destroyed. They listened in horror for most of it, the bigger girl’s eyes pitying me, and my lonely life. She looked as if she came from a big family. The other girl, Meryl, she still looked heartbroken to know the beloved Stampede was presumed dead.

“I… I saw him… Vash the Stampede… he's a friend of ours… he and his brother… they're not human. I was… terrified to see him that way…” she seemed to be regaling mostly to herself. I had known by the brother’s words that he and Vash weren't human. I began to wonder what she saw that day while I had scurried into the sands, but I didn't pry.

“I'm sorry.” I said gently. I had nothing else to offer her except my condolences and my inability to stop this war between these inhuman storms. I offered my name, and an exchange of addresses we could be reached by. If we saw Vash, or Mr. Wolfwood, the priest in black, we could give each other updates.

—

It was another two months since I had seen the Insurance Girls when I saw the man in black. I approached him gently, and introduced myself. He was a kind man, and had such tired eyes. He seemed unfazed by the fact I had met the brother of the Stampede. He seemed to know more about the brother than I did.

“His name is Knives Millions. And if you value your life you’ll keep doing what you have been and run the second you see him.” He said with an edge to his voice that showed an unmistaken kindness. I nodded, heeding his words. When I asked if Vash was alive, Wolfwood shrugged, and said he didn't know, but the look in his eyes was practically begging to say yes. He was alive out there somewhere, and Wolfwood was still looking. He left town later that evening and I believed that to be the end of it. I was wrong of course.

A week later I found myself with a customer of absolute beauty. Her hair was long and blonde, she appeared to be able to kill a man just by glancing his way. She asked for my name, and next I knew I felt a prick in my neck and I was out.

I awoke in a chamber atop a rather comfortable chaise lounge. Sitting across from me, a delicate wine glass in his hand, was Knives Millions. The gaze of a wrathful God was upon his face as he analyzed my visage with general disdain once more.

“We meet again, Human.”

[zoeys-ksbd-fan-blog]

There's no room in the long blog post I'm writing about book 1. But this story slaps.

The prose mimics really old stories and poems meaning it's pretty blunt and straight forward. Since in the era of spoken stories where stories couldn't be written down, you couldnt have long winding descriptions and dialogs.

But, its a very effective way of telling a story. I was completely immersed, and moved despite it missing much of the extra detail I tend to expect from modern books. Instead of writing a paragraph describing something. You write one sentence that's really profound and it does all the work, sometimes more effectively.

I believe the story itself has an interesting angle on abuse. Prim's father Lord Hansa in previous passages doesn't seem to be the type to berrate and control Prim. However the position she has is of a servant, cleaning and cooking for her father.

I believe her situation is summarized best in the repeating line "there is no finer daughter".

The story is sure to let you know that everybody in all the worlds know her as this beautiful perfect daughter. And when her father is killed, I believe that she is unwilling to rid herself of her title as a daughter because it's all she has.

Throughout the story every time she attempts to bury her father's corpse. The corpse speaks to her, and berrates her for being such an awful daughter.

This is a super natural story about immortals and gods. It is entirely possible that the corpse IS speaking and IS her father. And through her eyes she knew his true colors as a horrible man when we the readers had no idea. And the story is about her escaping that. This is a fine interpretation.

But I think that the voice of her father is actually her own mind saying these things to her. She can't bury her father, she can't get rid of him. Because she would be destroying herself. And every place she tries to bury him he taunts her.

And when the gods start reccomending places for him to be buried, she can't choose any of them. Because she isnt ACTUALLY trying to bury him. She's just prolonging the inevitable.

She eventually brings him back to their house, and puts his corpse back on his throne.

And when she leaves, the house disappears. She is as literally as possible, left with nothing.

That is what the story is about.

Of course the story does have a happy ending and you should read it.

Kill 6 Billion Demons is real good.

[androgynousblackbox]

Can't Remember To Forget You. 7 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Chapter 7: Good Luck, Babe!

Everything became a blur. Alastor didn't know how, but at some point he was kneeling next to Lucifer and his shadow was already gone from there. He was vaguely aware that it was searching for Charlie to bring her over and, yet, it was still a surprise when she appeared yelling for Lucifer. Emily pressed her hands on Lucifer's forehead and send healing energy, right before teleporting both of them to Lucifer's room. Charlie, still dressed as a waiter, turned up to him and through the oppressive silence pressing against his ears he knew she was talking, but couldn't pick on what it was until she tried for the fourth time.

"Dad!" said, agitating his shoulder. "Dad, you have to tell me what happened! Please!"

She was in the bridge of tears, concerned and worried. Alastor noticed that she wasn't carrying Artemis with her and as he wondered where his baby could be, something came back to him, to the present.

"I-I told him the truth" said with a voice that barely felt his. "I got mad with him and it came out. I didn't mean to…"

"That was the one thing you couldn't do!" Charlie yelling to anyone, for any reason, was such a rarity that Alastor could only stare at her. "The one thing we have been trying so hard to avoid this entire time! Because we have been told over and over how harmful it could be! What did you expect to happen!? If you wanted him to hurt then congratulations, you got your wish!"

Alastor could only have his mouth hanging without knowing what to do. The more furious Charlie was with him, the more difficult it was to hold her gaze.

Lucifer was the strongest man in all of Hell. Not even angelic weapons could hurt him normally. Bullets just bounced off him like they were nothing. Not even his bite did much of anything.

For years, Lucifer had been able to manage everything he threw at him. Even in their worst fights, the king could keep walking after.

It didn't made any sense at all that he would the one to deliver an attack that actually did something. That just wasn't a thing that was supposed to be possible at all.

"I have to call auntie Bel" Charlie shook her head as she stand up, taking out her phone. "Arty is with Husk. Pick them up and stay with them while we deal with this. I can't believe you would do this" It seemed she wanted to add something else, another tongue whiping, but then she just sighed as if it wasn't even worth it. For some reason, that felt worse if she had berrated him.

She was gone a moment later, his shadow following her behind as part of her own. Somehow he snapped his fingers to his own clothes, all those shiny accesories gone. He made it to the lobby and found Husk at one of the tables, holding Artemis with one arm while drinking water for once with the other. Someone asked him where was Lucifer, probably Angel or Pentious, he couldn't care which, and he said something about how he fell ill or something before taking Artemis with him to the elevator.

He didn't consciously thought about it, but end up anyway on the hallways between their two towers. He craddle Artemis on his arms as the baby was getting sleepy, pacing outside the door where he knew both his daughters were already in with Belphegor.

When Charlie opened up the door, Alastor stopped immediately and looked at her. But she just groaned and moved to place her back against the wall, rubbing her temple. Emily came just behind her and closed the door.

"Bel is doing everything she can" said when seeing Alastor and moved to rub his shoulder. She was tired, stressed and if anger was there in too, she didn't let him see it. If she did it because she knew that nothing she could say could make Alastor feel worse or because she didn't want the conflict anyway, Alastor appreciated it. "Now papa is just resting. Bel said she will be checking what the spells did after he wakes up."

"If he does" scoffed Charlie, crossing her arms.

"He will" Emily remarked, frowning towards her. Charlie clicked her tongue in response. Emily sighed as she let her shoulders fell, coming back to Alastor. "Bel said that there wasn't any real lasting brain damage that he couldn't heal from anyway. It was mostly just way too much stress to handle at once."

Alastor nodded, although that was very little comfort. He was still far away in another universe, one where he was going to wake up and this was just going to be a rare nightmare to forget by the time he grabbed his mug full of coffee. None of it felt real. It didn't made sense.

"We spend months shutting up" said Charlie, looking away as soon they saw her. "Even when we didn't want to, we did what we had to do. You couldn't even wait two weeks" she sniffled, whiping with her shoulder.

"That is not fair" Emily's voice was gentle as she walked towards her.

"What fucking part of any of this is fair?" Despite her words, Charlie didn't fight when Emily brought her to her arms to hug her tight. Charlie's red tips fingers clinged to her sister, breathing heavily, as Emily tried to console her.

Alastor stayed where he was. The wall in front of him was all he could see as his mind drowned itself in white static. It could have been an hour or just a few minutes. But when Bel came out of the room of Lucifer, it felt like it had been a long time. Charlie and Emily were sitting down next to each other, but both of them stand up quickly.

"You both can come in" said the Queen calmly, looking at both of them. Emily, not so subtly, threw a glance to Alastor's way before the two of them dissapeared inside. Bel walked towards Alastor, tentacles in her pockets. "He is fine now" said first and Alastor didn't realize how tense he was until that thread started pulling from inside. "But the spell did something to him, similar to a hard reset when a computer can't take it anymore."

Alastor shrugged before he shook his head.

"What does that mean?"

Bel sighed deeply.

"Well, I already explained this to Charlie and Emily. The longer the spell continues, the more the brain is just going to get used to work around it. What before became a constant source of pain and anxiety makes itself the new normal and anything defying that normal becomes the new source of pain. This is all the brain just trying to defend itself and adapt to its new circumstances. A kind of spell that could make it so the affected never wants it gone" Bel looked up to him, each of her eight eyes blinking slowly. "What was your relationship with Luci before this happened and after you came back from Heaven?"

"Friendly, I guess" said, craddling an already sleeping Artemis on his arms, as if that could calm him down. "We… had a date. It was fine until…" his throat closed, refusing to let him finish that sentence.

Bel nodded, a soft move. A couple of seconds passed by before she spoke again.

"I am afraid that he doesn't remember that now" said.

Charlie immediately threw herself to the arms of Lucifer sitting on his bed, waiting with barely open arms. Emily sat at the other side of the bed and joined the hug, squeezing both of them. As they separated, Charlie went to hold a hand of Lucifer and squeezed tight.

"We were so scared, papa" she said, barely containing a sob. "I never seen you like that."

"Aww, it's okay, duckling" Lucifer cleaned up her cheek and kissed her forehead, holding Emily's arm with his other hand. "Bel said it was just the stress getting to me, nothing more serious than that."

"That is good to know" said Emily with a tiny smile, before Charlie could add anything else. "We are glad that you are fine now."

"I feel fine, sweetie" Lucifer smiled up until the point he looked at Charlie. "Duckling, I have to talk to you about something."

"Of course, papa" Charlie's smile was bigger, if trembly, as she patted his hand. "Anything you want.

Lucifer's eyes looked briefly to the door before returning to her.

"Honey, how attached really are you to the radio demon?"

Charlie blinked, looking over to Emily, who didn't know either how to react. Her smile hesitated a moment until it faded away.

"What-what do you mean?"

Lucifer took a deep breath and straighten up further.

"What happened to me was because of him, wasn't it?" said, his expression becoming hard. "I don't remember what we were talking about, but I know he did something. And for that something to affect me, in my kingdom? Oooh, boy, then that little fallen is not playing around."

"Wait, wait" Emily pulled back. "Papa, what are you saying? You think he was intending to attack you?"

"Sweetie, he wasn't intending. He did. I don't know either what was the brilliant idea behind of whatever is that he did, but if it were anyone besides myself, then I don't want to imagine what could have happened. He could have hurt either of you" Lucifer looked at both with a unusual serious expression neither of them were used to. "That is why the question, duckling. Can't you just let him go? He is a danger for this hotel if he managed to put me down, even if just for a moment."

"Papa" started Emily, but then Charlie got ahead of her.

"What about Artemis?" asked gently, tensing up again.

Lucifer blinked at her. For a moment they both feared that was a new topic they weren't allowed to touch in front of him, again.

"Oh, shit" said Lucifer, covering his mouth. "That… He is not going to use them now, is he? That would be way too low, even for the worst sinners in Hell. They are his kid too!"

"Of course not!" Emily breathed in, trying to gather herself. "Papa, that is insane. He is not going to do anything to Artemis. Just like he is not going to do anything to you or any of us."

"I am not kicking him or my little sibling out" said Charlie, firmly.

"Sweetie, there are better hoteliers out there."

"No, there are not!" Charlie flinched when Emily grabbed her arms and she inhaled. "Papa, what happened to you wasn't his fault, not in the way you think. He didn't help either but… that doesn't matter! I am mad with him too because it happened at all, but pretend like he planned for it and is now a danger is absurd."

"Duckling" Lucifer sounded like someone trying to comfort their child after a bad dream, in order to bring them back to reality. "When was the last time you ever saw me like that? I have been poisoned, attacked, stabbed, shot at and anything you can imagine, inside and outside the palace, and I was always able to shrug it off. This is something else. I don't know what it was, but I know, just as clearly as I can see your face right now, that he had something to do with it. I won't ask you to kick Artemis away. I don't want to lose them either. But his other parent? That fucker is not coming close to either of you as long I can avoid it. I don't trust that man and I don't want to ever give him a chance to try that shit again."

--

"I don't understand" Alastor shook his head, as if the queen was speaking on her usual gibberish. Even though he remembered very few times in which she seemed so lucid, her whole focus given to this conversation for a change. "He thinks I did that?"

"To him, it makes sense" Bel sighed. "He had a meltdown like never before while speaking to you. He knows it wasn't a happy conversation, even though he can't remember more of it. To him, you are another fallen in Hell that he barely got to know in the last weeks and you are the only thing he can think of to explain what happened to him. I tried to reason with him that if you wanted and were able to hurt him, you would have done so already, but he didn't want to listen and if I pressed the spell started affecting him again. I don't think he can without creating more stress in his mind. It's all more defense mechanisms that the brain is doing, to keep itself intact and all the walls it already formed to heal the damage done."

Alastor felt ridiculous. Standing there hearing about how his husband thought he had conspired in order to hurt him. About how he had abused whatever little trust the monarch had on him to stab him in the back like that. Sure, that was the whole idea behind keeping their rushed marriage in the first place. But had been decades since he even stopped thinking about it. Decades thinking that Lucifer was the only one he could trust and feeling proud that his husband trusted him, confided on him, needed him, just the same.

It was all just one big joke. It would be funny, hilarious in fact, and had him cackling to the floor if he didn't have a baby on his arms to think about. He should have left them with Husk a while longer. It's not like he didn't know already that the winged cat was good with children. How many fuck ups could he pill up in one night?

"I am sorry" was all Belphegor could offer and all Alastor could handle.

"Could you give them to Lucifer?" said with a twitch of his smile that was painful, reaching his arms with Artemis. Belphefore reacted less slowly than usual, but did accept her newphew in her tentacle arms. Artemis cooed a little bit, but didn't wake up. His calm, quiet baby, still dressed up like the cutest waiter Hell had ever seen. Lucifer could take their picture now if he wanted to. "Thank you" said, before letting the shadows consume him.

Up to some place where he could finally laught at the utter absurdity his life had become.

--

One week later, Charlie waited until waited until everyone else was asleep in the Hotel before she slipped in the nursery room. She looked over the shelf with the big antique radio and connected it to a power source. If she tried, she could still remember how happy and excited she was to find it on a pawn shop and how quickly Pentious managed to fix it until it was almost brand new. Right after the failed meeting in Heave to try to convince them to free her parents, that seemed a blessing she was finally allowed to enjoy while they waited for them to come back and then surprised them with all the preparations they made to recieve her sibling.

Only for none of those plans to ever pan out. The radio spat static back to her.

"Dad?" she called, moving the dial in whichever direction. At least in one of them Alastor had to answer. "Dad, please, respond. I am sorry for getting angry at you, I didn't mean any of those things. Please, just tell me where you are. You dissapearing all of the sudden is literally not a solution for anything. We miss you. Please, answer me."

She repeated her petition a few times when suddenly the dial refused to move under her hand.

"Charlotte!" came the voice of Alastor, at last. Charlie hold to the shelf as she let her head fall, so much more relieved that she ever expected to feel. "My little precious fawn! Don't worry about a single thing, my dear! I am doing splendid myself! I couldn't answer you before because I was with some company that was still very much alive, but now that I had tasted the flavor of their damned souls, I am all yours! What can I do for you, sweetheart?"

"We heard about your little rampages" said Charlie first, regaining some of her composure. "How many people have you been eating or killing? A couple thousands?"

"Oh, no idea, to tell you the truth. I never count that kind of thing! It takes away all the delight when you start thinking on numbers and what not. I guess it could be around that amount if you want to get technical about it."

"Right" She took a deep breath. "So when are you coming home? We are all missing you. Artemis has been missing you."

A moment of silence passed, where Charlie could recognize the skips and beats of the static reaching its peak before suddenly dissolving to allow the voice on the other side to come to her.

"How are they?"

"Papa is doing his best, but there is only so much he can do. They know you aren't here. They want you back, just like we do."

"You know, your father once told me that. When I was still pregnant and Artemis was barely the size of a peanut he insisted to talk to as if they could understand anything. That babies pick on the vibes around them. Poor thing must be getting all kind of mixed signals there. Does Lucifer still believes I was conspiring to hurt him?"

Charlie exhaled deeply.

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. We…"

"No, I agree. It doesn't! I don't know why I even asked when is so irrelevant!" A long histerical laughter made her shoulder shudder until Alastor spoke again. "Sorry, my dear, but I haven't finished my business out there. You know how it is for a radio demon, every day a new adventure! The night is waiting for me and who I am to ignore its call!"

"So you are going to ignore your child then?" Charlie gripped to the shelf and whiped her eyes quickly. "Just come back. Please, we can fix this."

Another moment of silence, the static this time slowing down, muddled, as if resouding under a bunch of blankets.

"Then I will only stress your father further as he waits for my next move to strike and Artemis is going to get even more stressed in return" Charlie hated how matter of factly his voice was. "But it's okay, little fawn. Artemis has the best father on all of Hell taking care of them and the best sisters anyone could ask for. I have not a single doubt they will be fine. You know I wouldn't trust them to anyone else."

"And what about you? Are you okay?" Charlie grinded her teeth when all that responded her was another laughter in the other side. "Where are you, dad? Just tell me the address, I will come to pick you up."

"Sweet as always, my little fawn, even though severely misguided once again" Alastor was still laughing. "I am all alright, dear, just like I told you already. I will just wait for the impact of my pressumed attack to lessen on your father's barely put together mind and then, well, who knows! Lucky for us we don't have to handle any divorce papers at least, huh? Dying brought some benefits after all!"

"Please, come back."

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie" Charlie could just see the way that Alastor was shaking his head with every iteration of her name, indulgently, condescendly. "You are worrying too much over nothing. I assure you, I am perfectly okay. I still have the little upgrade that your father gave me, so there is nothing in this entire Hell that can truly harm me or represent any danger for me. I promise, you have absolutely nothing to wor…" The transmission was cut off suddenly as Charlie heard soomething hard going to the floor, taking out something she could only assume were glasses for the sound of their breaking.

"Dad?!" she called, desperate. "Dad, what happened?!"

A couple of moments later, Alastor picked up his mic.

"My goodness, who left that huge stain of blood in the floor like that! That is so irresponsible! Don't look at the body with my bite marks, dear, that is merely a coincidence."

"Dad" Charlie looked at the ceiling, refusing to take the bait for humour. "Please."

"Little fawn" Alastor sighed ", I am not planning to keep away forever. If you need that reassurance, there it is."

"When are you coming back then?"

"Mmmm, hard to tell. I guess it will have to be when the time is right, my dear. Until then, send a kiss to your two siblings from my part. I would tell you to your father too, but we both know he wouldn't like that. Now, well, would you look at that blood moon! It's way too late for you to be up, little fawn. Better go to sleep. Managing a hotel is still hard work and you need all your energy for that."

"We miss you" tried Charlie again. "We love you. Please, don't forget that. Come back soon."

The static didn't changed its tone, but for a long while it was all that she could hear. Until it wasn't.

"I love you too" came back as a whisper. "Good night, Charlie."

With that, the dial fulled moved to turn the whole radio off. A little spark travelled through the cable until the plug, making it jump out with a little green smoke. Charlie knew that Alastor could have burned the whole radio down if he wanted to cut communication completely. It was the only sliver of hope she could have, so she gripped it with both hands.

Alastor rubbed his temple as he kept walking on top of body parts and more blood spills. Slipping on the blood of his own victims was embarassing enough without also mentioning the way his head hit the closest table. Luckily for him, his contract was still very much active so it would probably leave some bruising instead of leaving his head open like it could for other demons. He grabbed the closest glass he could find in the bar, nearest where the arm of the bartender had landed, and drank it down before even knowing what it was. Tequila. Not strong enough.

"I am sorry, was this yours?" asked cheekily to the man still sitting on a nearby high chair. The hole one of his tentacles had done through his head let him see the other dead people behind him. "My deepest apologies, good sir. You can have it back" said, flickering the empty glass on his direction. That small push was all the man needed to slip to the floor. "Why, yes, you are welcome!" He laughed, fixing his bowtie in front of the cracked mirror behind the bar.

He had a few drops of blood here and there, but he had already changed into another suit before. Everyone would have to assume now they were an stilystic choice. A warning. Or something. He had no motivation left to care at that point. It seemed the conversation with Charlie had zapped his last bit for the night and didn't even lasted half an hour. It wasn't even the first time that his daughter tried to contact him, just the first one that he attended to. That had been more than enough.

He extended a tentacle to grab a bottle of whiskey, from the few that haven't been shattered already, and walked to the exterior. The night was still young and he haven't finished what he started. What exactly was that he had to finish was a question for future Alastor. Present Alastor had better things to think about, like where could the party continue now. Some place that was full, loud, preferably not to big, where he could cut all the immediate exits. The closer they were to each other, the better their screams of terror. They could almost drown out everything else if he made them linger until their last breath. Just like their feeble strugle against his teeth and their pathetic attempts at stopping him. Everything worked as long he didn't have to think about it.

His next stop turned out to be a bar he already went to a couple of times, from the arm of Lucifer disguising himself as Alejandro. Unless they had changed administration, they should know already about him and to attend him quickly if they knew what was good for them. If they didn't, well, then that only gave him an excuse to accelerate the inevitable.

He drank a huge gulp from the bottle and throw it to the head of the nearest demon he could see. He failed for just a few centimeters and, to add more insult to injury, the guy was too wasted to even notice the attempt. Alastor had one of his tentacles ripping his heart out straight from his chest before going inside.

The music was just as atrocious as always, but he didn't change it. The way it's rythm palpitate on his head wasn't that bad. As he moved to the bar, he dragged out of the way a man through the shadows so he could reach it faster. The cameras the VoxTeck logo followed him almost instantly. He could fry them, but why bother when it was just he alone?

"Give me a shot of your strongest one, good sir!" called to the bartender.

He was attended quickly, for his dissapointment, but the drink was actually good. Even had an almost pleasant flavor after the tons of alcohol burning down his throat. On his fourth shot, he noticed someone sitting at his side on one of the stools.

"Hey, handsome, want a drink?" The guy was deeply stupid or had way too much confidence on himself.

"Depends. How much are you willing to give me for allowing you that?" said, turning to him with a smirk. "Your left eye? Your right leg? No splinters, please, I am tired of those."

"Anything you want, babe."

Alastor's smile twitched as he sinked his claw on the wooden bar. There was only one being in all of Hell that could call him that and currently that being hated his guts. No one else had the right.

"Your life then" said with a grin, before he smashed his glass against the guy's face.

Some people jumped out or let out some exclamation, but they weren't screaming. Not truly. Alastor had no issue solving that.

Half an hour later, Alastor already knew he had more than a few splatters of blood on his suit. But it was silent again, after a couple of bodies had crashed against the speakers on the ceiling. Not to mention, the whole room was spinning as he made his way to the exit. He had to look for a new location. New victims. New screams. A new distraction.

And why did his neck felt weird all of the sudden? He tried to scratch to it and pulled out the needle attached to the dart that was there.

"Huh" said. That explained the numbness.

Then everything went black for him.

Vox was absolutely giddy when he got the notification on his phone. He jumped out of his chair and took a deep breath, calming himself just a little before the doors opened up. His assistant was already there to give him the full report.

"Sir" said the eel demon. "The radio demon is downstairs, bounded by angelic rope and surrounded by lights, just like you ordered."

"Good, good" Vox smiled so wide that it was occupying every extreme of his face. "How was the capture? I imagine he struggled at least a little bit."

"Actually, he killed almost every single person we send to him before they could do anything. The one who finally managed to shoot the angelic darts directly into him just happened to be in the bathroom and save himself. He did have to use five darts before they had any effect on the radio demon."

"Five?" Vox said almost with disgust. Of course that fucker would not go down that easily, but also he had to be a show off and make it extra difficult for everyone else. One already could have killed normal sinners. What a prick. "Well, as long it got the job done."

"He also woke up ten minutes later when he was about to be transported and killed everyone in the vehicle. We had to send another group and shoot him ten more dart. Then keep shooting with more every other ten minutes just in case."

"How many darts of those we have left now?"

The assistant looked at his papers for a second and then looked up again.

"A dozen, sir."

"Order more, just to be sure."

"Already did, sir."

"Attaboy" Vox flexed his fingers as he went inside the elevator. "For now, keep rotating guards arond the perimeters, but only around, got that? I don't want anyone else inside but me."

"Yes, sir."

"I knew I could count on you, whatever your name is!" Vox winked an eye before the doors closed, letting him descend to the lowest levels of the towers.

The ones that the public knew nothing about. Each of them had their own level. There was the sex dungeon of Valentino, because of course he would have one, the sweat shop of Velvette where she finished her latest creations and then… well, the space he had reserved for him to do whatever is that he wanted. Making it basically into an empty unused space most of the time.

But when he had a radio demon to capture, it had installed LED lights all over the floor, the ceiling and three walls. The natural enemy for any demon whose main source of power came from the dark was deny them every bit of it, don't let them rest not for a single second. Vox had everything prepared as meticulously as he could.

When he opened up the doors and went inside, he made a little show of pulling a pair of sunglasses to put over his screen. The light was everywhere, but he could still see a red shape at the center of it all, sitting up with his legs close to his chest.

"Alastor! So nice of you to visit!" said cheerfully, pulling a single chair to sit down. The only piece of furniture in the entire place. "You and I are due to having some conversation."

Alastor lifted his head and squinted his eyes to focus on him. He could have given him something to cover up so he wouldn't be constantly blinded. But where it would be the fun in that?

"Are we?" came out the static sound of Alastor's voice. "You will have to forgive me, I wasn't aware of that. Would you mind reminded me about what?"

"Before that, I have to say: wow. You were totally wrecking that place up before we could finally bring you in. But you looked like a mess already so I know it wasn't your first one of the night. How many other places were you visiting before one where I could finally follow you with our cameras?"

"I don't keep the score of things like that. I am not the one cleaning after, so why should I?"

"Sure, sure. I am just saying… that is some turn, isn't it? After your little rampage that lasted three days, most people would think you would be at least satisfied for a little bit. But not Alastor, oh no. Alastor always has space for more."

Alastor tilted his head, his ears twitching slightly. But his smile only became bigger as he shrugged.

"I was just bored. Nothing else."

"Bored for an entire week? That is a lot of time not changing the diapers or singing lullabies. But don't get all staticky on me, I am not implying anything bad. I am just going to go ahead and assume that you left them safe and sound with their other parent, where they can be okay. Or I am wrong?"

"That is a fair assumption to make" Alastor chuckled. "Were you that worried about them, Vox? I didn't take you for the kind to have a soft spot for children."

Vox guffawed, slapping his own knee.

"As if!" continued laughing, cleaning up a virtual tear from his screen. "No, no, no. I don't care about your little creature at all. What brought my attention to you was another issue. One I hoped you could finally clear up for me."

"Is that why you took all this trouble?" Alastor's words dragged with bored skpeticism. "For me to answer you some questions?"

"Hmmm" Vox nodded, grinning. "Pretty much! I knew you weren't going to answer me if asked directly, so I had to improvise a little. After I get my answers, who knows! I might just let you leave and we can pretend this never happened."

"That is a valiant assumption to make, Vox. A less likely one too."

"Oh, definitely. But nonetheless, neither of us is coming out of here without me getting what I need. All you have to do is talk. I know you love to do that anyway so this is hardly a big task for you."

Alastor sighed deeply, tilting his head to the other side.

"And what, do tell, is this super important matter that required you to waste so many resources to have cleared up for you? I am only slightly curious now."

Vox smiled with all his virtual teeth, bending forward as he rested his elbows over his knees. His eye activated the hypnosis control that he knew would work even at a distance. Alastor would have no other choice but to look at it with all the lights covering every other space around him. In another time, the idea of using that on Alastor would be a bad one. If you could manipulate your allies with words, it was always preferible than with other means in order to keep the peace. But he didn't have to concern himself with that anymore.

"You are going to tell me everything you know about that other parent."

[atla-confessions]

"Sokka is never going to be team dad. Dude regularly beefs with animals and inanimate objects, and puts random substances he finds in the desert in his mouth. That is not parent behavior. Also 90% of the times he’s “scolding” Katara it’s just misogyny and/or him deriding her for being empathetic towards other people. Acting like Katara *isn’t* the more mature one in this dynamic is an insult to her character"

I love how you reference the one epsiode where he was high off hallucinogenic water and uncharateristically shelfed for plot reasons to make an argument against his position in the gaang.

Let me just ask you a few questions. Who begged who to cosign on a life threatening mission in the second episode of the series? Quickly. Who has literally fought with EVERY single member of the team for (usually not most times but for) petty reasons? Who's the one along with the rest of the team that felt lost without Sokka in book 3? Or calmly accepts getting berrated at for constantly endangering their lives or the mission? Who's the one that constantly accuses Sokka of "never being happy" or being a buzzkill? Who's the one that takes the initiative to find a job for money? Or is deemed the idea guy when the team is in a pickle?

I could go on about how Sokka is assigned a more 'parental role' than Katara is but I'd be here all day.

Katara is infininitely more emotionally intelligent than Sokka but pointing out that she relies on Sokka arguably more times than he does on her is not insulting her character. A character by the way you obviously do not understand based on your ludicrous assessment of Sokka and how the loss of the siblings' parents forced them into protective roles for the sake of one another. Of course Sokka will never be "team dad", y'all let misogyny inform your perspectives of the characters and why Sokka is allowed to be flanderized as "the funny one" for jokes but Katara is made out to be the the "stick in the mud 'adult' presence" on the team.

X

[newttea]

I actually hate how often I see dumb posts from proshippers who think that anthro furries are anything to do with zoophilia. Like just admit you genuinely don't know what you're talking about and can't properly argue for why something should or shouldn't be allowed. If you have to go "yeah we'll X is identical to Y!" to make your pint when that is objectively incorrect you've already lost.

This usually comes from people who are into loli or talking about lolu snapping at furries and it just blatantly shows how much of a difference there is between the world of actually being a furry and knowing nothing whatsoever about the fandom and trying to amattribute things with your community to others. No anthros are not The animal equivalent to lolis, anthros are the The animal equivalent to an adult character who dresses childishly but is obviously not a child and never acts like one and has an adult body. Furries don't look anything like real animals whatsoever- they're not even cartoonized versions of animals like lolis are cartoonized versions of kids. The thing you are referring to that is the actual comparable thing in this case is feral characters. These are NOT anthropomorphic because they're meant to actually be based off of real animals or a conceptual species based off of mythologies, real animals, or similar.

The zoo equivalent to lolicon is feral porn not anthros. Zoos tend to be more into ferals due to their anatomy being the same as the object of attraction for them. This isn't to say a zoophile won't be attracted to fursonas, just like saying pedophiles sometimes like lolis AND adult characters who wear cutesy clothes. But the fact of the matter is they are more likely to like things close to their object of attraction. And beyond that the arguments you need to make to people who are super anti paraphile and hate the idea of any "problematic" media are NOT that they're also a paraphile for non-paraphilic behavior. You need to make them understand art has a right to exist no matter the contents or who it can appeal to and that art has purpose and meaning beyond just paraphiles liking it.

What helped me stop being an anti wasn't being screamed at and called a zoophile (in a derogatory sense) for drawing furries. It was meeting someone who was the first proshippers I ever met who wasn't cruel, bigoted, harassing me, or sending me death threats. It was making a fire d and then realizing they were a proshippers and that proshippers COULD BE normal people who aren't obsessive weirdos who berrate children online or cruel fascists (lolifasc types).

[dreamcast641]

Despite them not getting along as well as before...or if we want to be more specific: Dmitry really can't understand that what happened to him isn't at all Claire's fault and she could not have helped in any way, shape or form and refuses to reconcile meanwhile Claire is losing her mind trying a bit to find any sort of communication with him just to be ignored, shut down and even berrated for any attempts she does to make things right again. These two tho still find a common ground when it comes to certain moral topics that make them agree with eachother. Dmitry is the stone cold one. He just looks at you with a clear disgust impressed on his face saying nothing and letting you figure out what he thinks and Claire can't fake a reaction even when if her words says otherwise. She makes herself very, very clear on what she thinks, she can't lie even if she tries.

[joculatrixster]

hi this isnt meant as hate but a genuine question but what actually has grian done that is "worse" than scott because one of the main things i see people talking about is the clip where scott compares jimmy to a dog and basically sets out that hurting him has no consequences and describes basically lovebombing him and i dont know if theres something directly comparable for grian

ur rright in that what scott described was a teasing version of lovebombing but grian calls jimmy useless, bad at everything, also yells at him and teases him way harsher?? what scott pointed out was literally not that he purposely lovebombs him byt that jimmy always lets things go quickly and is easily distracted by compliments. oli literally in a stream was chanting "u have to call him handsome! just call him handsome!" during amongus bc jimmys close friends Know he will Let Things Go if they immediately call him handsome or compliment him which most of thhem do not do often bc the bit w him is hes bad at everything and easy to anger so while yes i understand why ppl point to that scott clip like omg scott was weeid for saying that he is POINTING OUT something MULTIPLE OTHER PPL ALSO DO. bc its a Bit to be Mean to Jimmy and then distract him w nicecities and calling that lovebombing but never pointing out how grian and joel will insult jimmy even when he is proud of something to me is Weird As Fuck especially bc scott just verbalized a behavior MULTIPLE other ppl do. never saw anyone ever say grian was abusive for berrating jimmy or joel is toxic for insulting jimmy and when oli jokeingly does the same thing scott was describing no one blinks but a guy teasingly points out how jimmy does a thing and suddenly hes insidious and an abuser like bro

this isnt even cgetting into how ppl see scotts Character as inherently calculating and cold yet grian literally kills his allies and abandons them to benefit himself. wjile scott is onown to be incredibly loyal even to his own detriment. everyone shrugs iff grians disloyalty and blantant ship hopping but when scott isnt nice either hes seen as cruel and cold like be soooo fr that shit us so annyoing grian is a cheater and a black widow but we vilified the guy who went boodey red bc he didnt wanna betray his team :/

[total-drama-shark]

So I watched the first episode of TDI on four different dubs:

With the grand power of "easily changing audio and subtitles on Netflix" I spent an unholy amount of time watching the first episode of TDI in both European and LatAm version of Spanish and Portuguese, these are my notes.

Latin Spanish

Names:

TDI is called “Isla Del Drama” which directly translates to “Island of Drama”

The screaming gophers are called “Los Topos Gritones” which translates to “The Screaming Moles”

The Killer Bass are called “Los Bagres Asesinos” which translates to “The Killer Catfish”

Intro:

I didn’t like it at first, simply because it didn’t have the same raspy vibe as the English one, but I grew fond of it! They still can’t reach those high note tho.

Voices:

Chris’ voice is iconic, I may be biased but damn.

My favorite voice deliveries are Beth’s, Leshawna’s, Duncan’s and Owen’s, for some the acting approximates the English ones while other give them a bit of a twist but still fit the characters!

Noah and Cody’s voices are spot on characterization wise, in a different approach than the English version. It’s neat but also I kinda want to punt them in the face, y’know?

Dear god what did they do to Geoff’s and Lindsays voices. Harold’s voice is also certainly interesting, can’t even describe it.

Localizations:

Latin Spanish dubs tend to not have a lot of country specificlocalizations because they’re meant for nearly an entire continent and the slang in Latin American countries can vary so much and have wildly different meaning, so not much to write here.

That said, Leshawna tends to call guys “muñeco” as in “doll”

And guys call each other “viejo”, which while it is our version of “dude” it directly translates to “old man”

Castilian Spanish

Names:

TDI is just called Total Drama Island, they just say the English name with a Spanish accent.

The Screaming Gophers are called “Las Ardillas Chillonas” which translates to “The Whiny Squirrels”

The Killer Bass are called “Las Truchas Asesinas” which translates to “The Killer Trouts”

Intro:

They straight up didn’t translate the intro, it’s literally the English intro, I can’t believe it.

Voices:

Chris doesn’t have that surfer dude voice in this dub but he so very much sounds like an enthusiastic host.

Listen I’m trying so hard to be unbiased but... I just find the Castilian accent inherently funny, they all sound goofy to me, that said all the voices are super solid, they all get the vibe and acting right.

Favorite voice deliveries are Duncan (by far), Beth, Bridgette, Leshawna, Eva, Owen… shit do I have favorites?

Cody’s voice is extra puntuable here

Harold’s voice sounds like he’s constantly running out of air, breathe my dude.

Localizations:

They use a lot of Spaniard lingo, as expected.

DO SPANIARDS CALL MARSHMALLOWS CLOUDS???

As always, Spaniards localized “dude” as “tío” which directly translated to “uncle”

Leshawna calls guys handsome often but it’s not in a flirty way, I was unfamiliar with this.

The pronounciation of some of the character names irks me, Leshawna included but specifically Courtney.

Brazilian Portuguese

Names:

TDI is called “Ilha Dos Desafios” which directly translates to “Island of Challenges”

The Screaming Gophers are called “Esquilos Berrantes” which translates to “The Berrating Squirrels”

The Killer Bass are called “Robalos Assassinos” which translates to “The Killer Bass”

Intro:

Now THESE vocals are raspy! The na na nas are at a lower pitch compared to the English version which is certainly interesting, I liked it!

Voices:

I very quickly grew to like Chris’ voice here, idk just something about it

FINALLY a dub that gives Beth a lisp!! Also Owen sounds like his VA had a fun time voicing him :)

Other favorite voice deliveries are Lindsay, Heather, and Courtney.

I’ll say the voices are pretty good, they all fit them very well!

This is the only dub of the three that doesn’t give Harold a really weird voice

Localizations:

“Dude” is localized as “cara” which again, equivalent but also directly translates to “face” and I feel like they say cara a lot.

They weren’t lying Duncan does really call the chicks “gatihnas” which is a way of calling woman sexy but directly translates to “kitty”

The Communal bathrooms joke change to go a bit like “Communal? But I don’t know anything about politics!” “Not Communist, Communal.”

European Portuguese

Names:

TDI is called “Ilha Dos Desafios” which directly translates to “Island of Challenges”

The Screaming Gophers are called “Os Toupeiras Gritantes” which translates to “The Screaming Moles”

The Killer Bass are called “Os Robalos Asesinos” which translates to “The Killer Bass”

Intro:

There’s no backup singers in the intro except for the na na nas that where taken directly from the English version, also the audio editing made the singer no favors, you can even hear when he inhales, poor guy.

Voices:

Chris’ voice is probably at his highest pitch here, and he again has that enthusiastic host tone to him.

Beth and Owen’s VA put so much effort into them I love it!!

Can’t pick favorites because the voice direction just leave me flabbergasted in so many characters.

Harold’s voice is so full of voice cracks and is so goofy (/pos) my man can’t catch a break in these dubs

Ezekiel’s voice, I can’t even describe it, he sounds like smokes 20 packs a day and is dying of lung cancer as we speak.

CODY’S VOICE IS SO LOW

Courtney what did they do to you 😭😭😭

Localizations:

“Dude” is localized as “meu” which directly translate to “my” or “mine”

Scheduled programing interrupted to show just some of the many changes the made to all the character names:

Chris is now “Christiano”, Beth is “Betâ” (probably short for “Betânia”), DJ is “Denis”, Gwen is “Graça”, Lindsay is “Linda” and they did something fun with that, Linda is also the word for pretty, so when she got introduced Chris said “Linda (pretty) isn’t just her name”, Harold is “Alvaro”, Cody is “Cesar” and like Lindsay they make a pun, Owen is “Olavo”, Courtney is “Carmo”, Justin is “Justino”, and Izzy is “Isa”

This took so long I had to watch episode 1 so many times in four different dubs and double check for the names and words I was unfamiliar with

[ralith]

Kiss roulette: A kiss on the nose for Humanformers Ratchet/Ironhide

This is set in the Baker AU

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All around them the fairgrounds were beginning to shut down. Amusement rides were ceasing operation, animals were being corralled into their transports, and the throng of people was thinning as they headed for their cars.

And as Ratchet and Ironhide stood in front of a shuttered ice cream stall, Ratchet realized he had ruined yet another date.

They were seven dates into their relationship and there wasn't one Ratchet hadn't screwed up, whether it be from a poorly cooked meal that resulted in them ordering take out instead of risking food poisoning (he was a baker dammit, not a cook!) or arriving to each date late from work, he felt he had disappointed Ironhide each time. They had seldom kissed and the furthest they had gone was some light, but very awkward frottage in Ironhide's truck (car sex was not for them at this age).

And yet the former soldier texted him afterwards each time, asking when they could see each other next.

Why the hell Ironhide still remained by his side Ratchet didn't understand. At this point he was sure there wouldn't be an eighth date.

"I'm sorry," Ratchet mumbled. He had spoken those words too often to the old warrior.

"It's fine, Ratchet." The exhaustion in Ironhide's voice was evident.

"It's really not."

Ratchet had purposefully kept the bakery closed today so they could attend the fair. They would shop the craft tent, maybe pet some farm animals, and, what Ironhide was most enthusiastic about, gorge themselves on unique fair delicacies. There was an ice cream vendor Ratchet had expressed interest in, wanting to introduce Ironhide to the banana, brownie, quadruple fudge and peanut butter monstrosity that was original to this stall only.

But barely 30 minutes into their date, a friend of the baker had dashed out from the food tent, begging Ratchet for his help filling a vacant spot on the funnel cake station. It would be for a short time while they called in a full replacement.

Ironhide had no problem letting Ratchet assist. He knew the baker's penchant for wanting to help anyone he could.

But a 'short while' had turned into several hours and Ratchet had lost track of time as the food tent was overrun with hungry guests.

By the time he managed to escape, the sun was already setting and when he saw Ironhide again, the man was sunburned and exhausted.

Ratchet wouldn't have blamed the soldier if he'd driven off without him.

As they turned to leave, Ratchet glanced at the other man's face. He expected to see anger in those battle-hardened eyes, but he saw none.

"So, what did you do today? Did you have fun?" What a stupid question, Ratchet berrated himself.

"I did. I pet some of the sheep and goats the farmers had brought. But the alpaca wanted nothing to do with me. Had a bit of lunch. Tried, and failed, to win you a stuffed bear at the game tent."

"You didn't have to do that for me."

"Yeah, but I wanted to." Ironhide turned and flashed a wide smile at the baker. "I did get you something else though. I hope you like it."

Ratchet's heart ached. He had given the soldier so little in return, why did Ironhide continue to pursue him?

It was dark and there were only a handful of cars in the lot when they climbed back into Ironhide's truck. The soldier toggled on the overhead light and reached into the cooler behind his seat. They had brought it full of drinks as the fair prices for water were exorbitant.

"It, uh, melted a bit by the time I got it on ice, but," Ironhide started, withdrawing a large bowl from the cooler. It was so large as to need two hands.

Ratchet's eyes went wide. It was the fudgey ice cream monstrosity he was craving.

Ironhide handed him the bowl as the soldier fished around in the cooler and withdrew two spoons.

"I thought we could share."

Ratchet stared at him in a moment of disbelief, before the anxiety and frustration he had held in himself began to melt away. He took the offered spoon.

For a long time they talked and shared the bowl of ice cream in the dim of Ironhide's truck. There was no one around to hear the baker's racous laughter as Ironhide told a terrible joke, or the ugly snort Ironhide let out as Ratchet described how he had horribly messed up a cake the other day.

"I'm telling you, I've never tasted a flavor like that in my life, and I don't intend to ever again."

When they were finished, they sat back, full and satisfied.

"Ironhide, I-"

"Ratchet, thank you for taking a chance on me."

The baker was caught off guard. He made a questioning hum.

"It's been a while since I've dated. Aside from a few one-night stands who barely cared to give me the time of day, I've never been with another individual. When I came out of the military, dating was a terrifying concept. I had no idea what I was doing. I still wonder if I'm doing this dating thing right.

"I...I just want to thank you for being patient with me. I truly enjoy every chance we have together. And if you're willing," Ironhide began, leaning forward and flicking his tongue out to swipe away a bit of fudge sauce from Ratchet's nose before pressing lips to the tip of it. "Can we see each other again next week?"

The chasteness of the gesture had Ratchet's cheeks flushing pink.

Ironhide pulled away from the kiss, but not from Ratchet, resting his forehead against the baker's and staring into wide eyes.

"But before then, would you...," Ironhide's gaze slid away for a brief moment as he realized what he was actually asking. "Would you like to spend the evening at my place? I can drop you off at the bakery in the morning."

Ratchet pushed forward, suddenly emboldened, and met Ironhide's lips.

"I would love to stay the night," Ratchet whispered against his lips when they broke apart. "But no need to worry about dropping me off in the morning. I enjoy sleeping in on Sundays."

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Do you ever just wish you could be friends with people and still do well in school and be liked by the rest of the class? I feel like I have to choose between the friends in question and my grades, both of which I care a lot about. They're always talking, which makes it hard for me and the rest of the class. They frustrate the teacher so much. They don't really care or stay focused, and just goof off. Everyone else hates us. I don't talk much, but I still get roped in with them. It's a dance class, so while they're getting sidetracked, I'm choreographing our entire part of the dance and trying to get everyone corralled and on track. They're all a grade above me, but it feels like I'm babysitting them and getting blamed for their shenenagins (I couldn't figure out how to spell it). People keep yelling at us, and whenever I try to apologize they just ignore it and continue berrating me. I've been told our dance sucked, because they're biased against us and don't like us. Later they denied they said that, and just said it wasn't clean. It's smoother than some of the other dances, apart from one person we barely know who keeps standing up at the wrong time.

But I love my friends so much. They genuinely make me happy and have helped me a lot. I just wish it wasn't like this and didn't come with a cost. They also swear a lot, which makes me uncomfortable. I worry about them so much because they're dealing with a lot and all have many, many issues. I just hate the situation. It's been a rough week and a half and I'm so done with everthing. I haven't gotten to do a lot of what I want to do because I've been so busy lately. I just need summer to come. I don't know what to do.