#not for the sake of appeasing those who are Wrong but for the sake of . it's kinda a common thing to happen

[gay-yosuke]

i apologise in advance if in the next 72 hours i post about naoto and invite devils into our home.

[raven-dor]

I saw your recent Edmund fic and I’m obsessed!

Could you do one where Edmund gets super jealous/overprotective with reader? I love possessive Edmund!

mine all mine

the four times in which edmund discovers that he is overprotective of his wife, and the one time she proves to him she can take care of herself

PAIRING: edmund pevensie x wife!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, overprotective nature, sword fighting, typical Narnia violence, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

AN: This is set during the Golden Age, so all of them are adults!! also your title is fair, as in an adjective for just, not at all a description of what the reader looks like!!

part two (mine, all mine, all mine)

one.

He hadn’t meant to listen in to his wife’s meeting, really. But when he noticed Lord Eluna raising his voice, he couldn’t help but linger outside of the door, his hand on his sword's hilt. Y/N’s constantly calm voice interrupted the seething lord. “While I understand the importance of this situation, it does not warrant you to act poorly towards your queen, Lord Eluna.” 

The man scoffed. “By marriage. A marriage which could be easily annulled, seeing as you have not produced his grace any heirs.” 

Y/N laughed, seemingly not phased by his comment. “We are not in desperate need of any heirs, my lord. If you haven’t noticed, we have a plethora of rulers. Unless you are planning something that would warrant the need of heirs.” She paused, and Edmund could only assume the look on her face, the one she typically made when she was proving him wrong. "Are you?"  

“How dare you insinuate-” 

Edmund forced down a laugh, barging into the room. “My lords.” 

The table of twelve men stood, bowing to their superior. Half hearted ‘Your Grace’s’ were thrown Edmund’s way, but he could not care less. He looked at the man who was still glaring daggers at his wife. “Lord Eluna.” 

“Your Grace.” He tore his eyes from the young queen. “We were just-”

“Yes.” Edmund raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard. And while I appreciate your obviously kind and thoughtful concern, my wife and I do not need your advice on that particular matter.” 

Y/N turned bright red, widening her eyes when all the lord's jaws dropped. “Edmund-” 

“I’m sure whatever you were meeting about can be postponed.” Edmund looked around the table, waiting for an answer. “Well?” The lords clambered, nodding quickly in agreement. He smirked and walked over to his wife, holding out his arm for her to hold. “My love.” 

She rolled her eyes but still hooked her arm through his. “You are quite dramatic.” 

He laughed, ignoring the prying eyes around them. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” The couple walked out the doors, giggling when they knew the lords could no longer hear them. Edmund frowned, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “Do they always treat you so horribly?” 

“You cannot keep doing this, Ed.” She sighed.

“What am I do-” 

She glared at him. “You know what you’re doing. They will never learn to respect me if you keep coming to my defense.” 

“It’s been two years. They should have respected you the minute I married you. Actually-” He scoffed. “They should respect you because it’s the right thing to do.” 

They walked into their chambers, collapsing onto the bed. Edmund wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in as she traced shapes into his chest. “You're a gallant and honorable man, Edmund, much more than your lords. But you know as well as I that those old malcontents will never respect me until I give them a reason to.” 

“I wish it wasn’t so.” He leaned down, kissing her temple. “You are a much better leader than me.” 

She scoffed, leaning into his touch. “Not true.”

“Yes.” He nodded, staring at the ceiling. “You are.” 

“If I am..." She appeased him. "It is only because I’ve watched you and your siblings rule with kindness and justice for so long. Please do not put yourself down for my sake.” She stretched up, kissing him gently. “Never put yourself down; you are too perfect for that.” 

“If you insist.” He smiled, feeling lovesick. How could he not? The most beautiful woman in all of Narnia, or, more accurately, the universe, lay beside him.

Of course, he felt lovesick.

two.

“Happy Birthday, my love.” Y/N smiled mischievously at her husband. “How old are you now? Eighty?” 

He glared, kissing her cheek softly. “What a charmer you are.” 

She nodded and took a deep breath, straightening her dress as they prepared to enter the ballroom. “Well, you didn’t marry me for my baking skills.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Your baking skills are perfectly adequate.” 

She scoffed, looking up at him once more. “Don’t lie to me, Edmund Pevensie.” She fought the smile that threatened to break her act. “You flatter me too much, I think.”

He felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her senselessly. He had that urge constantly, but it was especially difficult at that moment. “You are a true beauty. Have I told you?”

She blushed, turning her face back towards the grand doors. “Behave.” 

He nodded, still looking at her in awe, enjoying the way her flushed cheeks complemented her dress. He had always loved her in the color blue. “Yes, ma’am.” 

The ushers opened the doors, and they stepped forward. “King Edmund the Just, and Queen Y/N the Fair.” 

The room exploded into applause for the Just King, and the pair descended the stairs, focusing on not falling in front of all their subjects. Peter, Susan, and Lucy sat on their thrones at the bottom, smiling brightly. Lucy gestured toward the Maestro, and Edmund led his wife to the middle of the ballroom. “I do wonder what they'll play.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What did you do?” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

Y/N's smile grew as their wedding waltz’s familiar intro echoed through the hall. “This isn’t fair.” 

He laughed at the irony. “Why not, my love?” 

“It is your birthday, not our anniversary.” 

He spun her around the room, whispering. “I happen to like this song.” 

“Edmund…” She blushed again. “You should have chosen a song that you love.” 

“I did.” The waltz ended, and he bowed. “It reminds me of you; why wouldn’t I love it?” 

Her eyes were watering, and he suddenly felt horrible, his stomach twisting. “I’m sorry, did I-” 

She leaped up, kissing him soundly. The crowd gasped, but Edmund didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back, their foreheads touching. “I don’t deserve you.” 

His heart felt full. “Quite the opposite, really.” He kissed her once more, nuzzling his nose with hers. “I love you.” 

Lucy clapped her hands, pulling the crowd's attention away from the happy couple. “Thank you all so much for attending my brother’s 24th birthday ball!” The room erupted into cheers. Lucy smiled. “Help yourselves to the buffet, or take to the dance floor. Happy Birthday, dear brother.”

The crowd dispersed, and the pair walked up to the thrones, sitting beside each other, still holding hands. Peter muttered, smirking. “Couldn’t have waited until later?” 

Edmund rolled his eyes. “Just because you don’t have a love li-” 

Y/N scolded her husband. “Ed.” 

Peter glared playfully at his brother. “My love life is none of your business, thank you very much.” 

Susan laughed. “How is she?” 

Peter blushed. “She has a name.” He straightened his posture, looking out into the crowd for who Y/N could only assume they were talking about. “As perfect as ever.” 

Lucy giggled. “Have you tried talking to her?” 

Peter closed his eyes, leaning his head back against his throne. “I am getting attacked from all sides, it seems.” 

Y/N smiled. “I think it’s sweet. You seem very in love.” He smiled back, looking longingly at the buffet table, where a gorgeous maid stood handing out desserts. Y/N nudged him lightly. “You could ask her to dance.” 

He laughed, and when he realized his sister in law was not laughing, stopped. “I fear she would not like the fuss.” 

“Ah.” Y/N looked over at the girl again. “I will be right back.” 

Edmund whined. “Where are you off to?” 

“None of your business, Edmund.” She kissed his cheek quickly. “Do have fun at your own birthday party.” 

He sighed as she walked away. “How can I when you’re leaving?” 

The fair queen glided across the floor with the intention of making conversation with the girl the High King was infatuated with. She had almost reached Peter's love when a hand wrapped around her waist. She gasped, pulling herself out of the stranger’s hold. The visibly drunk lord bowed teasingly. “My Lady, would you care-” A hiccup interrupted his question. “Would you care to dance?” 

She smiled politely. “I’m afraid my card is full for the night. But thank you for the offer.” 

The man tried to speak again, but she turned around, walking back towards the maid. 

Edmund had seen the entire interaction, gripping the handles of his throne tight enough to break the solid stone. Peter whispered. “Edmund, don’t do anything rash-” 

“He just-” 

Peter gave him the stare, that older brother stare that he tried to reserve for hard moments. “He will be dealt with, trust me, but you need to be subtle-” 

Edmund stood up, stalking over to the drunken lord. Peter sighed once more. "He will be the first to give me gray hairs.” 

Susan rolled her eyes. “You are twenty-seven, Peter. You’re not graying anytime soon.” 

Edmund grabbed the lord’s arm, dragging him out to the balcony. “A nice night, isn’t it?” 

The lord was in shock, nodding. “Yes, Your Grace.” He grinned. “It is truly an honor to have been invited to your-” 

“It was a nice night.” The young king smiled condescendingly. “Until you harassed my wife.” 

“I-” The old man stuttered. “I meant no disrespect.” 

“Don’t lie to your king.” Edmund seethed. “If you ever do that again, I will rue the day, believe me.” He took a deep breath. “You will apologize to my wife, and after that, you will leave immediately. You are fortunate that I don’t ensure you are barred from the castle grounds.” 

The lord looked upset. Good, Edmund thought, serves him right. “But Your Grace-” 

“Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes.” The old man nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.” He stumbled back into the ballroom, making a beeline for Y/N. Edmund watched from afar, smiling as she smiled, actually genuinely smiled. Then he frowned when she let him kiss her hand. Oh, how he wanted to have him banished. 

Y/N made her way to the balcony, shaking her head at her proud husband. “What have you done?” 

“Nothing. Why do you assume-” 

“Edmund.” She crossed her arms. “You must stop.” 

“What?” He laughed. “Stop protecting you?” 

“Yes!” She yelled, exasperated from his constant watching eye. “I had it handled.” 

“He harassed you.” 

“Thank you Edmund.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, something Edmund did not appreciate at the moment. “I wasn’t aware.” 

“My love.” He stepped forward, taking her hands in his. “As long as there is air in my lungs, I will protect you. It pains me to see you go through these things.” 

She smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. “You are a good man, Edmund.” 

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that.” 

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. But if we make a fuss about every lord who gets handsy while they’re drunk, the ballroom will be empty.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Good. Get rid of the whole lot of them. I would rather it just be you and I anyhow.” 

Y/N gasped, smacking his chest lightly. “Edmund!” 

“No one should have to deal with that.” 

“Well, I agree. But you can’t-” 

“Good.” He nodded, ignoring the fact that he just interrupted her. “Who were you talking to after that incident?” 

“Peter’s love.” She smiled. “That girl is quite kind. Spirited, too.” 

Edmund laughed, pulling Y/N in. “Perfect for Peter then.” 

She hummed, leaning her head on his chest as they looked back into the ballroom. “Perfect for Peter.” 

three.

It had been Edmund’s idea to go on an afternoon ride. Y/N had reminded him of the recent attacks that they were investigating, but he’d ignored her. Their horses galloped through the fall woods, leaves falling as they flew through. Phillip muttered. “Her horse is much younger than me, no wonder she keeps beating me.” 

Y/N’s horse, Vilja, laughed. “Perhaps you are simply slow, Phillip.” 

Y/N fought against the laugh that threatened to spill out. “Now Vilja, play nice. Remember, Phillip has to hold Edmund and his ego.” 

Edmund scoffed, shoving his wife playfully as they slowed. “What happened to playing nice?” 

They tied the horses beside each other, walking through the woods leisurely. “It is perfect outside, is it not?” 

Y/N nodded, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It is.” She smiled as the lantern came into view. “It’s been too long.” 

Edmund hummed. “We’re happy here.” He looked down, his heart beating fast. “You would tell me if you weren't happy, I hope.” 

“Of course, Edmund.” She smiled. “I'm very happy here. I only meant we’ve been here for a long time. After all, it has been thirteen years.” She looked back at the lantern, pulling Edmund along with her. “I wonder how long it’s been there.” 

He laughed, kissing her temple gently. “Who cares?” 

“Edmund…” She leaned into his touch. Feeling mischievous, she pulled out of his hold, sprinting further into the woods. 

Edmund groaned, chasing after her. “This was funnier the first time.” 

The nymphs giggled as they watched the couple run through the woods. Edmund spun in the clearing, squinting as he tried to find his wife. “Y/N, you know I’ll find-” A piercing scream broke the joyful nature of their fun, and his heart sank. “Y/N?” He waited for her response, another scream echoing through the forest. He ran towards her, unsheathing his sword. “Y/N!” He broke through the woods, finding his wife backed against a tree, a wolf growling in front of her. Edmund stood in between them, pointing the sword at the wolf’s head. “We don’t want to harm you.” 

The wolf simply growled. Odd. Edmund whispered. “Stay still, my love.” He stepped forward, addressing the wolf once more. “You have one more chance to leave us. We won’t harm you if you do so, you have my word.”

The wolf leaned back, lunging at Edmund, and he slashed his sword, killing the animal in a single blow. Y/N stood silent behind him, staring at the ground. “I thought all animals spoke in Narnia.” 

“So did I.” Edmund knelt beside it, checking for any witchcraft of any sort. 

Y/N smiled sympathetically, kneeling beside him. “She’s gone.” 

“He was wild. There had to have been-” Edmund was silenced by a gentle kiss. He blushed. “What was that-” She kissed him once more, smiling. 

“Edmund, she is gone. For good. And you saved me.” She mumbled. “Even though I could have reached for my sword-” 

He rolled his eyes, standing up and extending his hand. “Let me guess? You had it handled?” 

four.

She was radiant in that blue dress, Edmund observed from afar. After he had expressed his love of her in the color, she had ensured that almost all her dresses were that light blue. The rest of her dresses were her favorite color, which Edmund loved on her almost as much. 

Unfortunately, others enjoyed looking at his wife as well. Lately, in Edmund’s opinion, her sworn guard had been looking at her for much too long. He was a conventionally attractive man, Edmund could admit, but he didn’t like that the young knight was looking at his wife the way Edmund himself looked at her. 

He hadn’t brought it up to Y/N, not wanting to be called overprotective for the hundredth time. So he watched from afar, making sure that the knight didn’t make any untoward actions towards her. 

They were currently in the garden, and Y/N was smelling the flowers, laughing and making polite conversation with Ser Ellington. The young man laughed back, reaching out to stable her when she stumbled over a root. Edmund clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain calm. 

It was his job after all, to make sure his queen was safe.

But when he reached out and grabbed a flower, extending it to the kind woman, Edmund snapped. That was not his job. He practically stalked forward, interrupting whatever conversation the two had been having. “My love.” He called out. “You look radiant.” 

She blushed. “Edmund, I thought you had your meeting.” 

He nodded. “I did, but we finished early, I thought I would accompany you for the rest of the day.” 

“Of course.” She looked over Edmund’s shoulder at Ser Ellington. “You are excused for the day. Thank you, Ser.” 

The knight bowed. “My Queen. Your Grace.” 

Edmund watched suspiciously as the young knight walked away, only turning back to his wife when he turned the corner. Y/N smirked, tilting her head just so. “You have no need to be jealous, my love.” She turned back to the flowers, smelling them. 

Edmund smiled guiltily, following after her like a puppy. “Can you blame me? Ser Ellington is not exactly unappealing.” 

She nodded, still not looking back at him. “He is. But I am not married to him, nor do I sleep in the same bed as him every night.” Edmund turned bright red. “Am I wrong?” 

“You are not, but you have to understand. You’re a beautiful woman, I can’t help but worry that someone will steal you away.” 

She rolled her eyes, turning around. “Do you really think I would hurt you so?” 

“No-” 

“What have I done to make you assume so? I love you; I made a vow to you.” She crossed her arms. “Am I just a prize to you that you desperately need to cling to?” 

“Of course not.” He grabbed her hands in his. “I’m madly in love with you, and the thought of you leaving me, the simple thought…” He pulled her closer, whispering. “Drives me mad.” 

“Edmund.” She glared, pulling out of his hold. “You are exaggerating.” 

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her gently back to him. “Do you really think I do not love you?” 

“I never said that.” 

He laughed. “You act as if we were not a love match. Like we didn’t discover Narnia together. I love you; I think I have since we were young.” He kissed the back of her hand delicately. “I know that I am too overprotective, and I am sorry for that…” 

She smirked with satisfaction. “Good.” 

“But can you blame me? You are a treasure, surely any other man would act that same way.” 

Y/N nodded. “Perhaps. But you are not any other man. You are Edmund Pevensie, and I know you know deep down that I can handle myself. I do not need you to watch over me like a mother hen.” She raised an eyebrow. “I also fought the White Witch, I also helped you form peace treaties, I also-”

Y/N stopped, becoming more irritable by the second when she realized Edmund wasn’t listening. He stared at her so lovingly it made her sick, and she scoffed. “I am going to the library.” 

He nodded, following after. “I shall accompany you.” 

She shook her head. “I would like to go alone.” 

He frowned. “Are you-” 

“Edmund, please.” She sighed. “I love you, but I need to be alone with my thoughts.” Without a second glance, she walked out of the garden, leaving Edmund helplessly staring at her. 

the time she proved him wrong

They had been gone for too long, Y/N thought as she stared at the woods. They had been gone for hours longer than they said they would. She should have gone with them; who knows where they were, where Edmund was. 

She tried to calm herself down and reminded herself that neither Edmund nor his siblings would leave her in Narnia alone, but it was difficult when all of the hunt’s participants were speaking to her at once. 

“Where are they?” Lord Eluna’s voice sounded over the rest. She tried not to glare at him; she could tell the man was enjoying the sight of her under pressure. 

“I understand everyone’s worries; I have them myself, but we all know that the Kings and Queens would never leave their subjects so suddenly. Have no doubt that they will return. I am certain High King Peter and King Edmund dragged their sisters along a trail of the deer’s tracks.” Light laughter echoed through the crowd, relieving her stress slightly. Her stomach fluttered, and she pressed a hand to it, rubbing it slightly. “Does anyone else have any immediate causes for concern?” 

The crowd erupted into chaos once more, and she took a deep breath, clearing her throat. “I will take meetings with all of you individually in the main tent.” 

meanwhile...

Edmund sighed, staring at his older brother as he tried to convince himself the deer was nearby. “Peter, we’ve been gone for hours. If we haven’t found the deer by now, who’s to say we’ll find it later?” He practically pleaded. “We should return to camp.” 

Peter rolled his eyes. “Just because you want to get back to your wife-” 

“Peter, Edmund’s right.” Susan interrupted. “This deer isn’t important, and Y/N is there alone with the entirety of the court.” She frowned. “If it were me, I would be rather overwhelmed.” 

Edmund fell into his thoughts, staring at the ground. Lucy whispered, nudging her brother lightly. “Edmund, don’t-” 

Edmund tightened the reigns on Phillip, racing back towards the camp. Peter sighed, riding not far behind him. The dark-haired king didn’t look back; his only thought was that he had left Y/N alone with the egotistical lords of the realm. Phillip slowed, and Edmund jumped off, running towards camp. 

Everything was fine, almost too fine. It was quiet, with a slight buzz of chatter but no worried voices. He stalked toward the main tent, whipping it open. 

There sat his radiant wife, talking calmly with Lord Dolitmov. The older man saw Edmund and immediately stood, bowing. “Your Grace.” He looked back to Y/N, kissing the back of the queen’s hand gently. “Your Grace.” 

Y/N smiled, waving as he walked out of the tent. Edmund tilted his head, smiling. “What happened?” 

She laughed. "The better question would be, what happened with you?” She hugged herself, rubbing her stomach once more. Edmund made a mental note to address that later. “You were gone for so long I assumed you had returned home.” 

He shook his head, frowning as he realized how stressed she had been. “I’m sorry for the worry we caused you; I fear Peter was too fixated on finding the white steed.” 

She nodded. “I wondered.” 

He took her hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. “I’m sorry that I worried you. But I must say, it is rather calm here.” 

She smirked. “I told you I can handle myself.” 

He laughed. “I believe you. Truly I do.” he brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back gently. “I love you.” 

“And I you.” She walked into his arms, burying her head in his chest. “I would have died from heartbreak if you had left me.” 

“I would never.” He kissed her temple. “You know that.” 

She nodded. “I know you would never leave us.” 

He nodded back. “Correct. I would never leave-” He paused, tilting his head. “Us?” 

Y/N looked up sheepishly. “I-” Her eyes started to water. “I’m pregnant, Edmund.” 

“What?” Edmund grinned, staring at his wife in disbelief. “Really?” 

She nodded, and Edmund grabbed her waist, spinning her around the room. Y/N cackled, smacking his shoulder. “Put me down; you’re going to hurt the babe.” 

“I’m sorry.” He smiled. “I can’t help it.” 

She laughed, kissing his lips softly. “I love you.” 

Edmund leaned down, kissing her soundly. “And I you.” 

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[stormwiitch]

okay okay in wake of 8x06 episode title i’ve been doing some thinking and i have a fear? (kinda? i don’t think it would necessarily be bad per se but idk) about buddie canon. so let’s say eddie realizes he’s gay in episode 6, comes out to people in 7/8. if buck realizes his feelings along those same episodes, then we could get a feelings confession before episode 9 or in ep 9.

however, what about chris? buck is extremely important to chris, and i’m sure (or at least i fucking hope) chris is gonna come home either right at the end of 8a or beginning of 8b. if the former, what if eddie decides to hold off on pursuing his feelings for buck for the sake of chris? what if they make a mutual decision to do that? neither of them can bear the thought of something going wrong between them and buck being a lesser part of chris’ life because of it, and eddie has reason to be scared considering how his last relationship (affair) blew up their lives. so what if we get buddie canon BUT they decide to hold off on actually being together until after chris has been back home for a while, to let things between him and eddie settle a little more. so we end 8a with buddie canon essentially but not together. it would give us a delicious mutual pining arc for the beginning of 8b.

if i take it one step further, in the early episodes of 8b they could give buck or eddie a nde that causes them to realize they don’t want to wait to be together any longer. that way we hit all the tropes, the pining, double love confessions, will they/won’t they, nde, and still get buddie canon.

this also would be a great plot for two specific audience groups: 1) buddie fans — giving them what they want while still dangling it on a stick in front of them (i don’t think they’re worried about this specific group viewership going down though, i’m sure it will actually go up) and 2) the buddie antis — i’m not saying they’re gonna do anything to appease them or that they care to BUT from a perspective of retaining viewership, it’ll keep the people who don’t want buddie canon engaged with the show for a little longer because of them not actually being together yet.

of course this could all be moot. but it’s just a fun theory. either way gay eddie buddie canon s8 we’re still winning

[thejesterconcept]

Even If I Hate You, You Are All I Have Left

Hello! About half a year or so ago, I wrote a oneshot for the Lord Bloodmoon AU created by @o-i-w-u, and now I decided it would be fun to rewrite it, as I actually created two, and I looked back and decided I should rewrite those to see how I improved! Please check out the person who created the AU, @o-i-w-u , they have cool TSAMS content there!

TW: Robo-Gore, Blood, Character Death, Abuse, Dead Body Mention

He had just finished wiping all the oil and blood off the ground, all that had tracked in whenever he or Sun came inside here. Most floors in the ruined, desolate castle had at least a bit of blood caked on the ground there, from whenever Bloodmoon brought back new humans to torment.

Eclipse refused to call Bloodmoon ‘Lord’.

Eclipse had created Bloodmoon, for stars’ sake, he shouldn’t ever have to call Bloodmoon that. And yet, despite it all, there would always be those one or two humans, who when brought back, tried calling them that, to try and ‘appease’ Bloodmoon. And maybe that worked, albeit temporarily, whenever Bloodmoon was in a good mood.

Eclipse knew better.

This….workshop Eclipse had, hidden in the castle ruins…you couldn't even call it that. That would be an insult to an actual workshop. It simply had the bare minimum of items Eclipse needed for repairing animatronics. Not that there were that many left. Most animatronics nowadays were either in hiding or dead. Eclipse wouldn’t know where to find them.

Moon was dead. That much Eclipse knew. He had been present when Bloodmoon dragged the lifeless body out into the open, the Star in their other hand. Sun and Eclipse had been fighting at the time, but both paused at the sight.

Sun denied it all instantly. Even with the body in front of him, Sun insisted Moon must have backups, and Eclipse, while he couldn’t claim he thought the exact same…..Moon being dead seemed so wrong. Sure, he could see Moon’s body right there; no matter the dents, scratches, torn and mangled parts, or torn off sheets of metal, it was still easy to tell it was Moon. But it took longer than it should’ve to set in, actually.

Bloodmoon had had a few decent injuries on him. But they had the Star, and could heal any of it. Eclipse knew Moon at least wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, and he’d put up a good one at the very least. But….looking back, no matter how much Moon had fought back, it all just seemed so….meaningless, especially with how Bloodmoon could heal it all. It may have been in an attempt to keep them from the Star, but it obviously didn’t work. No one had even realized Bloodmoon had the Star’s location in the first place.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from behind the metal door of the workshop. Eclipse paused, taking a second to hold in the panic that Bloodmoon finally decided to be done with him or this sorry excuse of a workshop. Eventually, he grabbed an old pipe, and slowly made his way to the peep hole through the door. All he glanced at was a flash of dull yellow before he threw the door open, not caring as he dropped the pipe.

It could’ve been a trap for all Eclipse knew, but he couldn’t just leave Sun there. Eclipse quickly dragged the heap that was Sun inside, before closing the door, and locking it up. No matter how many locks Eclipse had on the door, it never felt like enough. Not that they’d actually do anything to stop Bloodmoon if he grew tired of Sun and Eclipse.

“You dumb idiot, Sun, you should know better”, Eclipse grumbled, even if he figured Sun was unconscious and couldn't hear him at this point. A tiny bit of smoke came out of the back of his head as he pulled Sun over to where he had set up shop; Eclipse could never fully fix himself, there were parts like the back of his head he couldn’t reach.

Sun needed power and fast as Eclipse swiftly connected him up to the machine, one of the few Bloodmoon hadn’t destroyed…yet.

There were a few large dents in Sun from where he had landed. Whether he had fallen on the way there or Bloodmoon had thrown him, Eclipse couldn’t guess. Both Eclipse and Sun knew that calling this workshop ‘hidden’ was dumb; Bloodmoon knew exactly where this all was. Eclipse was fairly certain the only reason Bloodmoon left it was because while they didn’t use the Star to fix Sun and Eclipse back up, they still found it amusing, Eclipse patching himself and Sun up each time.

But eventually, the day would come when Bloodmoon stopped finding it amusing.

Sun also had large scratches add gourges deep into his body, and a little more than half of his face was caved in, like Bloodmoon had smashed it into the ground. They probably had done that. There were slashes here and there as well, with oil leaking out a tiny bit. One of his feet had been mangled, and more than half of his fingers were shattered.

Bloodmoon had been leaving more of a mark on Sun and Eclipse every time they decided to toy with either one of them. Eclipse would have to teach Sun to repair animatronics at some point after this. Eclipse himself was barely lucid each time Bloodmoon decided to go after him. All Sun could do was plug him in to charge, so hopefully Eclipse didn’t die from his injuries before he could fix him.

…

A funny thing this ‘alliance’ was; shaky, and both of them hated it, and each other. But neither one would dare betray the other. Neither could. Both had lost everything within days of Bloodmoon getting the Star, except for each other.

Had Eclipse back then seen Sun like he did moments ago, he could have easily picked Sun up, especially when Sun was in this state. He also perhaps would’ve interrogated him, taunted him, but certainly not helped him. 

Times had forced Eclipse to change more dramatically.

Sun and Eclipse had gone from each other’s most hated enemies, to being the ones saving each others’ lives every other day.

As much as they hated each other, each other was all they had left. Neither of them could bear hurting the other, because they couldn’t bear it.

The thought of that was rather stupid…perhaps nice, if you ignored what forced this all, but Eclipse had to shove it all down to the side. He had to repair Sun.

[bluehwale]

Ok sooo, you said that I could send my request and I couldn't wait any longer. The first fic is when they confessed for reader, but I'll love to know how they met reader and how they became that tight friend, a prequel if you will. That was it, thanks dear!

"the rainbow thief": the beginning | demigods! poly ateez au

01 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / next

summary. you never expected to be in a camp meant for demigods but, here you are. you also didn't expect on becoming friends with a brooding emo boy who introduces you to five of his friends, nor do you expect to meet two bickering best friends but, here you are. or alternatively, you meet eight boys that makes your life much more bearable.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 2.7k

genre. crack, flustered joong, fluff!, san being clumsy (again)

warnings. cursing, mentions of anxiety, alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), impulsive writing so it's not the best, camp half blood universe inaccuracies help

note. thankyou for the req and im so sorry i posted it so late!! i totally forgot abt tumblr bc i was having too much fun on my spring break im sorry T_T but it's here now!!! i also won't be accepting any more requests for demigods! atz </3

Hongjoong feels sick.

“I think you’re fine.” Yunho frowns, pressing his palm against Hongjooong’s forehead one last time just to make sure. The healer did everything he could, even resorting to human hospital’s protocol check-ups when his hyung refused the usual nectar and ambrosia because he insists that, “something’s really wrong with me, Yunho, and I don’t think those can fix it.”

The healer can only groan inwardly at his friend’s stubbornness because there’s nothing a little nectar, ambrosia, and his glowing fingertips can’t fix. But of course, he continues to entertain him as he’s not in the mood to test the patience of a son of Hades today.

“What are your symptoms again?” Yunho asks flatly, inflating the cuff wrapped around Hongjoong’s upper arm to gauge his blood pressure again (in truth, he doesn’t know how to read a blood pressure monitor but does it anyway for Hongjoong’s sake) to appease his “patient” who is currently sitting on a cot because he feels “sick.”

“I had this really weird feeling in my stomach, like, it feels like my organs are squashed around and everything inside me turned upside down,” Yunho frowns. Okay, that sounds pretty serious. “And my face got all hot, my feet couldn’t stop twitching, and I stuttered too!” Hongjoong continues, bringing a hand to his head in worry. “This doesn’t feel like me at all.”

“Hyung, was there anything that made you feel anxious?” eyebrows furrowed in concern, Yunho regards Hongjoong carefully. “If there’s anything troubling your mind lately, I’m here to listen.”

“No, I don’t think it’s anything like that—”

An unfamiliar figure suddenly pops inside the curtain circling the cot, momentarily surprising Yunho and leaving Hongjoong stunned once he recognizes the person in front of him. 

“Sorry, hi,” you grimace, feeling apologetic towards the tall boy you scared with your uninvited presence. You just got here, alone and wary, with a few scratches here and there from being chased by monsters, so you hope the cute boy with soft looking hair in front of you is the person you’re looking for and that your day won’t be even more ruined by an embarrassing moment of you mistaking him for another person. “I was told to find a Yunho here? They said he could give me something to help with my injuries.”

Forgetting entirely about his hyung’s complaints, Yunho rapidly deflates the cuff still circling Hongjoong’s arm and rips it off in a rushed manner, earning a loud yelp from the poor raven haired boy still sitting on the cot (he did not end up checking the numbers on the monitor).

Hongjoong feels his heartbeat quicken when your gaze lands on him once you stand on your tippy toes to look over Yunho’s shoulder in curiosity. A smile threatens to creep up on his own face when he notices your eyes brighten and a sweet smile curling up your lips. “Oh, Hongjoong! Hi!”

“_____. Good to see you again.”

Yunho flicks his eyes back and forth between you and Hongjoong, mischievously grinning at the interaction you’re both having because it takes awhile for Hongjoong to warm up to people and it seems like you’re new, so to think that Hongjoong has warmed up to you that quick, you must be quite the character. Or maybe, the emotionally stunted son of Hades has finally taken an interest in someone.

Yunho leans towards the latter. And he can’t wait to tell the others about this so they can all tease him about it.

“Oh,” you take note of him sitting on a cot and remind yourself that you’re in the infirmary, causing your eyes to rake over Hongjoong in worry. “Are you okay? You’re hurt?”

“No! I’m perfectly fine!” The raven haired boy who was previously complaining about his “weakened knees” suddenly sprang up from the bed, seemingly energized, and pushes a gawking Yunho over your direction with a tight grip on the back of his shoulders. “You should let Yunho check up on you then get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.”

You smile in thanks at the boy you met a few hours prior, the first person who greeted you when you stepped foot on camp, and bid him a goodbye as he turns to leave the infirmary to let Yunho tend to you alone.

Before he could, however, you nonchalantly tell him, “I like those glasses on you. Looks cute.”

A pause, and then, there it is.

Hongjoong’s cheeks slowly flame a bright pink, the soles of his sneakers nervously squeaking against the hardwood floors as he turns his head to face you with his eyes flicking to every corner of the room and anywhere that does not land on your figure. An intangible noise escapes his throat. “T-thanks.”

Oh. Yunho slaps a hand over his mouth as he tries his damn best to stifle in the laughter to save face of Hongjoong’s dignity. 

Hongjoong’s not sick.

For the first time ever, Hongjoong is flustered.

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“That’s _____? Hongjoong’s _____?”

Hongjoong smacks the back of the two-tone haired boy’s head as he hisses, “If you don’t lower your fucking voice.”

Wooyoung’s yowl of pain is followed with a death glare shot at his hyung, the slightly tipsy boy hugging his ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug close to his chest to avoid any unnecessary spillage of perfectly good wine. “What was that for?” he cries. “They won’t even be able to hear me,” he grumbles, pointing to the group of Iris kids noisily huddled together in celebration of winning a game of Capture the Flag against the Athena kids. An impressive rarity. Athena kids are known to be very strategic with their battle plans, even in mere simulations like the game they play every Friday, which is why the Iris kids are especially happy. 

Yunho tsks at the slurring of his friend’s speech, forcefully wrangling the mug of wine away from the alcohol fiend. Or at least, he attempts to, for the son of Dionysus quickly snatches the mug to avoid his prying fingers, an expression of mocking retaliation sent his way.  

“She’s so cool,” Mingi dreamily sighs, having hearts as eyes as he continues to look at you in awe. You’re in the center of the Iris kids circle, a wide smile plastered on your lips as everyone else rejoices on your team’s victory. You meet eyes with both Hongjoong and Yunho (who is still busy trying to keep his feral friend at bay), sending an excited wave their way in greeting which earns back a proud thumbs up from Yunho and a genuinely heartwarming smile from Hongjoong.

“You have to introduce me to her!” Mingi gasps eagerly, hopping around Hongjoong while flailing his arms in glee, unknowingly landing hits on the silently seething raven haired boy who pointedly glares at him in return. 

“You can do it yourself.”

“Someone’s doing it right now,” Jongho points out, the rest of the boys turning their heads to see their own Seonghwa hyung, the head counselor of the Athena cabin, make his way towards you and shake your hand with a gentle smile. It seems that he’s congratulating you for your win and Jongho chortles at the obvious twinkle in the eldest’ eyes. He’s trying to make a move on you.

And he can see why Seonghwa, alongside Hongjoong and Yunho, has taken an interest in you. 

Because although your fellow siblings are urgently trying to sweep you into the dining pavilion for a celebratory dinner, you still take the time to meet the three new faces that are close friends with Hongjoong. Amidst the conversation between the rest of the boys and you, Jongho gets why it’s so easy for Hongjoong and Yunho to be close to you in the span of a week. Your contradictingly soft but bubbly personality seems to shine out of you, easily melting the coldest hearts (cough, Hongjoong hyung, cough), and the way you always seem to have an easy smile on your face softens just about anyone.

It’s easy to like you.

“Who are they?” you question your siblings once you’ve sat in the Iris table in the dining pavilion, distractedly biting onto your chopsticks as you try to be discreet in sneaking a look at the two lone boys sitting separately in the Zeus table and the Poseidon table. Both tables that, apparently, have been unoccupied for years.

A new kid of the big three; Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, always garner attention because they’re so rare in quantity. Especially now that there’s two of them, one of your siblings, Yuna, excitedly jumps to inform you. “We don’t know their names yet but I heard they came in while we were just starting the game. Probably why we didn’t hear anything about them until now,” she shrugs, shoving another piece of gimbap into her mouth. “But the other campers said they got claimed immediately after coming here! That’s usually unheard of from the big three.”

Your brother, Keeho, who took the displeasing choice of sitting beside Yuna grimaces in disgust as he force shut her open chewing mouth. “Don’t talk while you’re chewing.”

You take another look at the two boys sitting silently with their heads slightly lowered, taking note of the unhealed scratches and bruises blooming all over their skin. You gasp, turning back to Keeho to ask, “What happened to them?”

“Heard they were hunted by a minotaur which is why they’re both forced to come here. All of the Apollo kids were stationed at our game earlier in case anything happens, probably why they haven’t had the chance to be healed.”

You shovel the rest of your food down your throat, almost choking in the process which earned a few panicked concerns from your siblings, but you ignore them and quickly move to the closest table, the Zeus table, after chugging down water from your goblet. 

“Hi! I’m ______. It’s nice to meet you.”

The blonde looks up in surprise to see you and you use the short pause to take a good look at his face. Soft slanted eyes that oddly remind you of a cat’s greet you alongside a shy smile that spreads across his face and pops out both of his dimples. 

Oh, you think. You didn’t expect him to be so handsome. You’re screwed.

“_____,” he repeats your name, pleasantly basking in the friendly smile you give him. You slightly waver at the way he says your name so sweetly. “I’m San. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“How are you liking it here?” you ask, trying to start a conversation in hopes of easing his first-day jitters. “I’m also still pretty new here. Just got here last week, actually.”

You can see the tension seep out his shoulders after hearing that you’re one of the newer campers as he gladly sighs in relief. “I’m pretty nervous, I don’t really know what’s going on,” he lets out an emotionless chuckle. “I just found out that my dad isn’t my actual dad and that Zeus? The dude up in the sky? Is apparently my real dad.” 

“Yeah,” you grimace, you still haven’t fully grasped that either. “It took awhile for me to get kinda used to things here but I also somehow feel that I belong here,” you look at him, hoping your effort of comforting him is working. “I think you’ll fit in here soon enough. It’s okay to take things slow.”

This time, San genuinely smiles. “Thanks _____.”

“By the way,” he adds in a whisper, tugging your wrist to bring you closer to him, inadvertently causing your cheeks to warm. “I don’t know much about my… dad or Greek Mythology in that matter, but isn’t he like a major dickhead—”

A thunderous clap of lightning pierces through the suddenly darkened sky, striking a tree that stood closest to the dining pavilion, erupting it in booming flames. Surprised screams break out throughout the dining campers, everyone quickly turning their heads to look at San; the most probable culprit of angering the God of the Sky that one of their trees is now on fire.

“Oh, oops,” the guilty boy winces. “Sorry.”

“San, was that you?” a voice came from behind you, requiring you to turn around to see who it is and oh– it’s the boy who was sitting at the Poseidon table; the other new camper. The raven haired boy looks at you, taking in the horrified look on your face as you resume watching the tree burn after attempting to nod at him in greeting. “Man, what’d you do this time?”

“I didn’t do anything,” the blonde boy Yeosang unfortunately calls his best friend, whines. “It’s just… maybe I said some words I shouldn’t have or whatever. Anyways, can’t you fix that? Shouldn’t you have, like, water powers or something?”

“We literally just got here, idiot,” Yeosang rolls his eyes, though he thinks it’d be pretty cool if he does end up having powers. He turns to your direction, taking the chance to talk to you now that he sees you’ve snapped out of your daze. “I’m sorry about him, he must’ve given you a hard time.”

San lets out an offended “hey!”

“No he didn’t,” you giggle. “It’s just,” you point at the still burning tree and a few campers circling it with buckets of water in hopes of putting out the fire. “It’s not everyday that you see stuff like this.”

Yeosang turns around, whistling lowly once he actually takes in the damage his best friend (his best friend’s dad, actually) has done. “Yeah, that looks pretty bad,” he says.

“Eh,” you shrug. “The Demeter kids are probably upset about it but it’s nothing they can’t fix.”

Your eyes widen, you totally forgot why you wanted to approach them in the first place. “Speaking of fixing,” you usher San out of his table and exchange proper introductions with the raven haired boy named Yeosang before dragging them by the wrists to the Apollo table. “You should really get those wounds healed. The Apollo kids here are the healers, they’ll know what to do.”

A tall boy, who Yeosang presumes to be Yunho based on your calls of his name, smoothly steps out of the table with his siblings and introduces himself to both of them. You told the healer about what you heard, that they were both hunted on the way here; hence the bruises from struggles of their escape. His eyes take in the exhausted figures of the two boys and he tells them that they should follow him to the infirmary to heal and rest up.

“Hey! Wait up!”

A boy with two-toned hair surprisingly holding a can of Diet Coke instead of his regular mug, skips to the group of four, tagging along the remaining of the boys behind him. Already exchanging greetings and introductions, the two new boys are slightly surprised at how friendly they all are but they absolutely do not mind at all, despite how they feel like their bones would crumble in exhaustion at any moment. 

As the nine of them move together towards the infirmary, Wooyoung keeps bugging Yeosang with stupid questions that makes San laugh. (“Can you turn water into wine?” “If I could, wouldn’t that be blasphemy? And shouldn’t you be the one who turns things to wine?”). He’s never met anyone like them and they’re a bit odd but he thinks that he likes that.

He looks at you walking side by side with Yunho, an imposing Mingi trying to squeeze in the very small space left between you and the healer who is now glaring at his tall friend. Jongho watches from the sides, enjoying the suffering his hyung is going through and letting out amused snickers now and then. Seonghwa and Hongjoong look like they’re fighting over something, arms messily flailing against one anothers’, with Seonghwa letting out occasional squeals. San can’t tell if they’re play fighting or serious. 

The blonde smiles, shoving his hands down his pockets. Staying at camp doesn’t sound all too bad now.

“I think you’ll fit in here soon enough.”

He thinks so too.

[ryosei-hime]

Moxxie’s Abused Body Language

Obligatory disclaimer: This is my interpretation of the subject at hand. Nothing I say within should be taken as an attempt to state what is and is not canon. If your views or interpretation differ, this is not an attack on you personally or those who interpret things differently from me.  

So, with that out of the way, this post’s focus is primarily on Moxxie’s character and how the Spindlehorse crew managed to convey a lot about his childhood abuse through the use of body language in season 2, episode 3.

It’s very easy to see that Moxxie begins to show signs of fear from the moment he realizes where they are. He becomes physically and vocally distressed to the point that he actively fights getting out of the helicopter before Blitz pushes him out. He’s literally shaking here.

Even Millie’s presence isn’t comforting him. In fact, he becomes even more nervous when Crimson takes her hand and watches them very carefully. He knows what Crim is capable of and he knows he won’t hesitate to hurt Millie. Neither being a woman nor technically family is enough to stop him.

A lot of Moxxie’s body language during the introduction of Crim is very obvious. He hunches a lot. He has a lot of darting eyes and fiddling motions. He becomes quieter and more withdrawn than usual. He’s noticeably uncomfortable the entire time.

Even Blitz picks up on it. Once they’re inside, he’s much more subdued than usual throughout the rest of the night and seems to be focusing on assessing the situation. 

And, of course, you can see that Millie knows something is wrong from all this as well. She’s in tune with her husband’s feelings. In the scene where Blitz and Crim are talking, Millie’s eyes follow Moxxie’s as they dart, looking where he’s looking to track the source of his distress.

Anyone who has been raised in an abusive home recognizes certain tones when used by their abusers. We can hear that tone when Crim says “Moxxie, I raised you better than that.” This is a warning tone. This is a threat to get back in line and know your place before they put you in it. Moxxie obeys this underlying command quickly, habitually falling back into appeasing his abuser to avoid his wrath.

I believe he does this not only due to his own trauma reaction but also in an attempt to keep Millie and Blitz safe. If he sets off his father, he knows both of them would come to his defense and that could lead to them facing the same fate as his mother. I personally believe Moxxie is well aware that her attempts to help him as a child resulted in her murder, and he would do anything to avoid the same fate for Millie. 

However, we all have our limits, things we can’t help but stand up for even in the face of abuse. You can see that Moxxie cares a lot about his identity as a bisexual because he actually speaks up against his father’s past treatment of his relationship with Chaz despite the potential costs. He’s indignant that Crim would spend so long making him miserable for who he is only to turn around and pretend to accept queerness just for the sake of money when he wouldn’t make that effort for the sake of Moxxie himself. It’s clearly a very sore spot for him.

But the minute things turn to guilt tripping about abandoning the family, Moxxie sinks down into his seat in shame. Familial duty and obligation like this is something that’s hard to shake as a child of abuse. No matter how much you understand on a logical level that you don’t owe the people who hurt you just because they gave you life, it sticks with you. And when you add the mafia and its sense of duty on top of this, it’s gotta be staggering.

So, Moxxie is immediately obedient when Crim decides everyone will be sleeping there that night. He’s been successfully put back in his place with fear and guilt. Hoping that if he can just get through this ceremony without causing a stir, he can leave in peace and never be bothered again as he’s been promised. He’s so convinced he can give his father what he wants and make him go away, that he’s a little caught off guard when called back to continue the altercation. 

And then Crim hits him.

I want to take a moment to talk about the surprise on his face here. One might think this means that Moxxie wasn’t heavily physically abused as a child, because the blow surprised him. But I don’t believe that’s true. Even when you’ve become used to being hit, you still react to sudden strikes this way. Especially if your abuser is one that’s hard to read. Crim strikes me as the quiet until he’s not kind and it’s hard to predict when that kind of abuser will strike. It’s also likely been years since Moxxie has had to deal with anyone hitting him in a domestic situation. So, of course he’s shocked by the sudden blow. But we’ll come back to that.

Panic begins to set in as Moxxie realizes, as far as he’s concerned, he can’t possibly concede to his father’s demands to marry Chaz. An instinct to do whatever needs to be done to appease the abuser has kicked in. He wants to give Crim what he’s asking for but can’t. And he knows being his son doesn’t mean he’s safe from his wrath.

Again, even in this moment, he speaks up for his bisexuality. And this is obviously an old argument that’s just become tiring at this point for the both of them. They slog through it like a well worn groove. But Crim doesn’t have the patience to run that track for long right now because money’s on the line.

He’s not playing this game with Moxxie anymore and Moxxie will be made to know it. Crim reminds him what he’s capable of.

The first thing shown in the flashback sets up how Crim feels about Moxxie’s relationship with his mother. He thinks she’s making him weak by seeing to his needs (cutting his food) and not demanding he do things for himself. She’s actively standing in the way of him preparing Moxxie for the life he’s chosen for him.

In my opinion, he does think he’s doing what is best for Moxxie considering the world he’s growing up in and the path Crim has chosen for him. Abusive parents often do in these situations. Each time his mother stands in the way of preparing Moxxie for that life, Crim sees it as both a disobedience towards him (which is already unacceptable) and a hindrance to his progeny, a source of pride in his world. He can’t have a weak son or it’ll reflect poorly on him with his associates.

So, of course the only thing to be done to save his own pride and his son’s life as Crim has planned it, is to remove this obstacle and get back to teaching his son to man up and become what’s expected of him - which is, of course, to become a carbon copy of Crim. And I feel like their designs being so similar really helps to underscore this desire of Crim’s whether or not that was done intentionally. 

We see evidence of physical abuse toward his mother during the flashback. In my opinion, she’s likely protecting Moxxie from suffering it himself as mother’s can sometimes manage to do in these situations by taking on even more abuse of their own. So, it’s possible there was very little to no physical abuse for Moxxie until his mother was gone.

But it’s shown onscreen that Crim has no problem hitting Moxxie even as a child. As far as I’m concerned, this is when Moxxie’s physical abuse from his father likely starts in earnest. But Moxxie probably learns that as long as he obeys him, he can avoid this abuse. So, I believe he would have been able to decrease the amount of abuse he received in time by being more obedient. 

I wanna take an aside for a moment to back up - or maybe better to say go forward - to his past with Chaz. In that flashback, Moxxie is shown being painted nude and his body has no white marks. One might question whether or not he actually received physical abuse based on this fact but to me it has no bearing on the issue. 

For one, smart abusers often try to find ways to do so that don’t leave marks. And Crim is the head of a mafia family. If he were to go around openly beating his kid, it would reflect poorly on him. Not because anyone in the organization would care about the actual abuse. But because it would make him look brutish and stupid for allowing it to be seen by everyone. That sort of leader just doesn’t last long and can be a danger to the longevity of the organization itself.

For two, imps get white marks from more extreme injuries such as gunshot wounds and broken arms. It seems that the skin has to be broken or theoretically burned to leave an actual mark. At least from the evidence we’ve seen so far. 

Given these two points, whether or not Moxxie was physically abused doesn’t really hinge on how many white marks he has on his body as far as I’m concerned. We’ve seen plenty of imps take blunt force trauma that didn’t leave them covered in white. 

If I were to speculate on the trajectory of his experience with abuse overall, he likely received none to very little as a child before his mother’s death, a lot after her death with it decreasing as he learned to obey and avoid triggering his father, and barely any as a young adult. 

I believe that reaching that time of almost no instances of abuse once he’d become what his father wanted possibly left him a little more comfortable than he could have otherwise been during the first part of this episode.

And yes even with all the fear and nervousness that I’ve pointed out, I do think there was a sense of security in the possibility that he could appease Crim in the end. Now Crim is telling him in no uncertain terms that he will kill them all if he doesn’t get what he wants. 

He knows this isn’t an empty threat. Those who suffer abuse at the hands of their family know the difference between warnings and promises.

I don’t think I really need to go over this scene. Moxxie is disgusted as he should be.

But this whole circus clown of a come on, definitely leaves him worse off once Chaz is ejected. The terrible price he has to pay to protect his loved ones has been thrust into his face, as it were, immediately, giving him no time to process first. 

Once he does get some time alone to think about his situation, he has something of a breakthrough. I really appreciate the growl in this scene because I don’t think we very often hear Moxxie growl. We usually get hisses from him instead it seems. And I think it helps portray the depth of his anger over what his father is demanding of him.

As far as Moxxie knows, his father has promised that all he has to do is marry Chaz. He wasn’t told he had to stay. So it would be easy to just comply and leave. That’s the safe route. But doing so would, presumably, violate vows he’s made to Millie. It would compromise the integrity of his relationship with and devotion to her.

This is important enough to Moxxie to fight for. Scrolling through his pictures of Millie not only made this clear to him, but I think it also helped to remind him that he left once before. He can leave again. He doesn’t have to be pulled back into the life that he worked so hard to escape. He doesn’t have to compromise what he wants from life to appease his abuser anymore. 

This is a very brief moment but it’s also a very important and powerful one if you know what you’re looking at. It’s so, so easy for abusive family to cause regression when they manage to wiggle back into your life for one reason or another. Family reunions, funerals, weddings. They will take those moments to grab you by the ankles and start pulling you under again. 

And that’s when the consequences and stakes aren’t even this high. But Moxxie won’t let himself be dragged back down and I really appreciate they gave him that moment no matter how brief. 

And even though they don’t go through his thought process for you to see that, you hear it in his speech the next day when he stands up to his father. I honestly appreciate that Moxxie threatens Crim the way he does here. It not only shows he’s regained confidence in himself and his skills, but he’s also speaking Crim’s language now. He’s putting himself on equal footing with him, insinuating he’s as much of a threat as Crim is to Moxxie.

I’ve seen a lot of criticism of this moment: that having Moxxie zapped and forced into the wedding regardless makes his standing up to his father fall flat. And I would agree with that a little but for the fact that there’s still time to bring that confrontation back around to completion. As season two and Helluva Boss as a show is still ongoing, there are plenty of episodes left for Moxxie to follow through with his threats and support this breakthrough with actions. Crim is clearly coming back, after all.

I also think, however, that having that moment at all is still very important to character development. Simply because there was no physicality to back it up, doesn’t mean the emotional journey that led to it was entirely worthless. Moxxie still had very important character development here. When he left the first time, he simply disappeared and did not confront his father. But now he has. And that makes a big difference. 

When he returns to his life, it’ll be with a different mindset and a different kind of confidence. He’s no longer running from his father, hiding from his duties, or obscuring parts of himself from his loved ones. He’s truly stood up and taken his life fully into his hands. And now there are parts of himself he can share with Millie that he couldn’t before. This can only bring them closer and make their marriage more intimate.

In the same way, he now has a point of connection with Blitz over their daddy issues, which brings them closer to fulfilling that true friendship Truth Seekers hinted at. One step at a time, Moxxie and Blitz come closer to understanding one another.  

All in all, I loved this episode. It does a good job of handling the subject of abuse and associated tragic backstory without sensationalizing or downplaying it, both of which are extremely easy to do in a comedy-drama mash-up. But I personally feel like they managed to hit the sweet spot between the two.

[hazelkjt]

Lily of the Valley

"This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once."

tagged by: @selnyam and @cindernet-explorer, tyty!!!

gonna be tagging: @hinganskies, @sparrowsong-7, @ahollowgrave, @this-is-ris, and anyone I didn't tag but is reading this!

Quiz can be found here and a LONG write-up on this answer is under the read more

For both iterations of Hazel this is pretty spot on, minus the bits about cruelty and being "forced" to give. They both start out believing the value of their lives are determined by those around them, be it friends and especially any mentor or teaching figures. Her life is spent trying to appease and "make proud" the people in her life to fuel her sense of pride in herself. This is also the biggest source of WoL!Hazel's pressure and bottled up resentment of the Warrior of Light title, because each failure weighs heavily on her sense of self worth. Both eventually learn to let go of this behavior, to take value in their own life as something individually beautiful rather than always seeking the approval of others, though at completely different points in their lives. For Reg!Hazel, it was when she and her allies in Eorzea encounter and attempt to slay a Blasphemy following the events of the Final Days. It proved too much for the party and she was told to retreat. In her mind, doing so would be turning her back on all the people who praised her skills and the people who helped instill those skills in her. She tries to continue the fight and has her blade, a physical symbol of someone's trust in her, shattered into irreparable pieces. She felt lost and shattered herself after barely escaping with her life, and she never got closure on what happened to the monster that did this. Through much self reflection and a visit back home she eventually came to not rely on the approval of others and focused her idea of self worth coming from within, not others.

For WoL!Hazel...it was a long road. The title of Warrior of Light being thrust upon her took a long, long time to get over. Not until everything was all said and done, when the song at the end of existence changed from mourning to one of joy did she finally shed her paralyzing sense of burden regarding her role. But the cracks began to form way back after the Bloody Banquet when she first went off in a rage at Alphinaud, putting blame of everything that went wrong entirely on his shoulders. It was the first time she flat out said she never wanted to be a hero. From then on she fought with herself internally over continuing to be this hero for the world or to follow what Esteem had said: she doesn't owe anyone anything.

She bottled it all up until meeting Zenos, and coming to understand his sole desire was his own satisfaction. Everything he did, he did for himself. From then on Hazel contemplated on what she TRULY wanted in life, which eventually led her back to the same conclusion as to why she left the Azim Steppe in the first place. She wanted to see the world, its people, its lands. She wanted excitement, thrills, adventure, and saving people was icing on the cake. She's still good hearted and willing to help others, but now it's for her own personal satisfaction as much as it is to be the hero she is known to be. Ironically, despite hating Zenos for his actions he was the one to finally help Hazel first come to terms with herself, only to have this view strengthened by Zero later on.

[inevestigator]

what're your thoughts on neve's reaction to leaving the mayor of demeta's crossing?

neve disapproves.

this is really interesting, especially so early in the game, and it says a lot. because neve gallus fights corruption and greed every day of her life. she sees power corrupt and she's presented as the cynical, jaded detective who sees the darkness in the world and wants to fight against it.

and yet of all the companions there, she's the only one who disapproves of rook not giving the mayor a second chance.

she's also the one that brings up sending him to the wardens, if your rook is a warden. in other words, she wants to see him punished and redeemed. not dead.

and ultimately it is about redemption and manipulation. yes, greedy people are greedy and they can and will do things for the sake of greed. and we get notes that state the mayor has clearly been fleecing his constituents. not repairing things that need repairing etc.

but he's still just a person and the way he describes the influence of the gods being 'in his head' and 'making him want things' is very reminiscent of blood magic (which it is) and so there's an argument to be made that he was not in his right mind and he was being magically controlled. neve is automatically going to be the one with understanding of that.

bellara and harding seem to be looking at this from the perspective of people who have just witnesses a horrific scene, seen civilians and friends murdered and want to enact justice on someone for it. this kind of corruption is not new to neve (maybe not on this scale but it's not a new concept).

but is the mayor wholly responsible? no. however he does share some of the responsibility. this is the work of the gods, though. if he hadn't given in they probably still would have taken the village in the same way. this was an inevitability, he just chose to save himself. wrong? yes. but pretty expected from people in power if you're neve. and the blame still lies with the gods.

this speaks to neve's ability to see the bigger picture, and to put aside her feelings on horrific things to really get into the reasoning and put the blame where it should go. something that will come up again if you let minrathous fall.

however, she is not and they are not judge, jury and executioner.

does she trust the system? no. does she think people are better off dead? also no. she wants to see people choose to be better. she wants to see people getting the punishment they deserve, rather than the only punishment available. it speaks to her secret hopefulness, the reason she carries on despite her outlook being dour and her work being nigh on impossible.

this ends up being kind of a big thing in neve's plotline (except for when it isn't) and this moral choice either pays off, in the inspiring ending, when she turns aelia over to the authorities. or as we see her become the thing she disapproved of at the beginning, with the protector ending where aelia is turned over to the threads, a clear showcase of how seeing those horrific things happened to her people can actually alter her thoughts and perceptions. it's growth, but maybe not for the better.

i do believe that at the beginning of the game she genuinely cannot stomach the idea of letting someone be killed in a truly horrific fashion just to appease some twisted sense of justice. let him live with his decisions and choose to do better next time.

and god this pays off so well if you send him to the wardens. poetic cinema.

[avaetin]

Celebrity! AU (Oceanus and Di Angelo family) Meet the Family Vers. 2 (?); Lunch

Sally: See? I told you, Maria! They're perfect for each other! Why did you stop me from matchmaking them all those years ago?

Maria: Our Nico is almost never not in a relationship.

Nico: (chokes slightly on his food) (coughs in embarrassment, to his siblings' amusement)

Maria: Besides, their relationships are their own business. Hayden and I vowed never to interfere unless it was affecting the kids badly.

Zagreus: Mama, we're adults. Please don't call us kids anymore.

Maria: The five of you still call us Mama and Papa. I think I'll keep calling you kids kids.

Bianca: Good things come to those who wait, Aunt Sally. I think Nico and Aeon were always meant to be, but that the timing was never right. Both of them had a lot to learn about love. As for Nico, he had to make the wrong choices a few times before finally getting it right. (smiles meaningfully)

Percy: (winces at Bianca indirectly calling him a wrong choice)

Sally: Ohhh, that's true. That's so true. Timing is important. Speaking of which- (turns to Aeon and Nico) Your wedding. When do you plan to hold it?

Don: Or do we have to wait for you to announce it in the red carpet again?

Hayden: Do warn us in advance. For our companies' PR teams' sake.

Aeon: That might be impossible, Father-in-law... because we're already married.

Everyone: ...

Everyone: ...

Everyone: ...! WHAT?! (utensils clattering on their plates)

Sally: What?! When?! My eldest son got married, and I didn't even know?!

Maria: Heavens! Nico, why didn't you tell your Mama and Papa? Do you not love us anymore?

Di Angelo siblings: Us too!

Percy: (storms out of the room)

Don & Hayden: (exchanges a glance)

Nico: It was a civil wedding! We only had one witness each.

Thany: I demand names.

Aeon: Luke.

Nico: Reyna.

Sally: My son got married and I wasn't even invited! (crying)

Maria: (dabbing tears) Nico, did we do something wrong? Tell us, cuore mio.

Nico: Nothing, Mama! Look. This was just a civil wedding. We haven't planned the true wedding. Right? (nudging Aeon from below the table)

Aeon: That's right. We were just impatient to make it official, that's why we did a civil wedding. But we have always been planning to have an actual wedding.

Sally (temporarily appeased): Is that true?

Nico & Aeon: (nods a few times)

Maria: ... I suppose, if you two wanted to make it official quickly, it couldn't be helped.

Zagreus: Luke and Reyna though? I can understand Reyna, but Luke?

Aeon: To be fair, we grabbed whoever was free on that day, and none of you were. So we had to settle for him.

Bianca: Wait. You mean... that call before you two went to Maldives? You were looking for witnesses?

Nico & Aeon: (nods again)

Hazel: So when the paparazzi were making claims that you're already on a honeymoon in Maldives, you two really were?

Nico & Aeon: (nods again)

Don: ... Son. We released a statement denying this.

Hayden: As did we.

Don & Hayden: (massages head) We'll talk after lunch.

Nico & Aeon: Yes, Fathers.

[cadybear420]

Cadybear's Reviews- My Two First Loves

Welcome to the twenty-seventh official Cadybear's Reviews! Today I'll be talking about My Two First Loves, which I have ranked on the "Rotting Flesh Tier" at 2 stars out of a possible 10. My last and only playthrough of this was back in April-June 2021.

Oh boy! Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I could write a whole essay on everything wrong with this…  

So I will. 

To put it briefly: this story feels like it was adapted from a Wattpad story that was written by a 12-year-old whose only ever exposure to high school media and depictions of teenage sexuality was Glee, and then had serious queer and mature themes slapped onto it in order to make it seem better. Y’know, the equivalent of trying to polish a turd.

Or, heck, it’s probably PB’s attempt at ripping off “The Kissing Booth”, seeing as both have a MC in a love triangle between her childhood best friend and a bad boy named Noah, after all. Which, funnily enough, was also originally adapted from some tween’s Wattpad story. That’s about the equivalent to a dog eating some rotten food, shitting it out, then another dog finds it, eats it, and then shits it right out again. And THEN that second dog’s owner comes along to try to polish that double-toured turd. 

Number 1: The LGBTQ+ tag is clearly an attempt to appease the queer players that they probably think are being whiny. 

Ava’s arc about realizing she’s a lesbian who had been experiencing compulsory heterosexuality is pretty solid in a vacuum. But her being an LI was so blatantly only a last-minute decision PB made during the writing process, and it shows because Ava’s CG just uses her game sprite while Mason’s and Noah’s are fresh art. 

MC starts to fall for Ava sometime around at least 30 chapters in, but we don’t get to officially pursue her as a romance option until about 70 chapters in. I get delaying her as a love interest a bit because of the whole thing with MC realizing she’s bi, but even then, there’s just so few opportunities for building any kind of relationship with her that it hardly feels authentic. 

Speaking of, MC’s supposed bi awakening is completely rushed and treated with about as much value as a Family Guy cutaway gag, even outside of Ava being sidelined. As someone who realized I wasn’t straight three years ago and is still questioning if I’m bi or straight, I understand that people take different amounts of time to figure out their sexuality. But this MC does not spend any period of time figuring out her bisexuality. She basically just goes “Welp, guess I’m bi now”, and then it’s back to being indecisive as per usual except now there’s a female love interest in the mix too.

To add insult to injury, "discussions of sexuality" is placed in a "player discretion" warning, alongside "racial tensions" and "occasionally violence" to boot. How the fuck is discussion of sexuality even remotely on the same level as either of those? If they meant discussions or depictions of homophobia then maybe I could understand… but I don’t even recall seeing any depictions of homophobia in the book, so including this in the freaking warning tags is pointless at best and kind of insulting at worst. 

Not to mention, plenty of other Choices books like MOTY, ILS, D&D, etc. have had discussions about sexuality/LGBTQ+ stuff before, and didn't have to warn us about it. Not even MAH, a later book which had discussions about freaking conversion therapy for Christ’s sake. Sure, some of those books did have content warnings, but they were generally vague and/or mainly warned for violence, and didn’t warn specifically for depictions of queerphobia or discussions of sexuality. Yet for some reason, MTFL feels the need to include a player discretion warning for sexuality discussions, even though it contains far less harsher queer themes. 

Number 2: The portrayal of teen sexuality in this does not feel earnest. 

Let me just say, I found it very jarring how this one was much more sexually charged compared to PB’s other high school books. PB is usually way more “safe” and PG-13 at most when writing high school characters. Even in books like ROD and WEH, where the characters are 18+ and do have smutty scenes, it’s clear that those books are a lot more restricted compared to the adult cast books.  

I mean, with WEH, the safeness makes sense– it was meant to be a serious and tender story from the start, and it does actually follow through on those themes. But ROD feels like it could have easily been as horny with its writing as MTFL was, what with being about a studious “good girl” who goes rebellious. In fact, the story’s loading screen was pretty infamous at first for looking “steamier” than other covers and loading screens.

In actuality though, ROD had only, what, one smut scene? And despite a lot of MC’s outfits being revealing or arguably sensual, there are practically no moments where MC fawned over how “sexy” a revealing diamond outfit looked. Like, I’m pretty sure there were just little to no sexually charged scenes in general. 

My point is, whatever compelled PB to make MTFL *this* sexualized is beyond me. My guess is the fact that PB called this one a story about “navigating sexuality” and thus wanted to focus more on the aspects of sexuality, but if that’s the case… hoo boy, did they do a terrible job at it. 

I don’t really care about the hypersexualized writing of the teenage characters on its own, or how the characters were initially not confirmed 18+ when the earlier smut scenes were written. What I find far more important is the fact that this sort of cliche and formulaic hypersexualized writing is in a book that markets itself as being about “a young woman navigating love and sexuality for the first time”.

Teens do indeed have sex and can be all over the place with their hormones and sexuality. A lot of us have been there in some way, myself included. And there are ways to talk about that type of stuff in a manner that is silly and/or exaggerated, but still earnest and respectful. But the particular way that MTFL handles super-horny teen sexuality, specifically while claiming to be a coming-of-age story, is neither earnest nor respectful. 

The way this story handles these sorts of topics is the writing equivalent to doing a surgery with Fisher-Price toy surgery tools. It’s genuinely difficult to take MC “navigating her sexuality for the first time” seriously when has to constantly blubber about how Mason and Noah are so muscular or how a diamond outfit has “naughty little thigh highs” or how she wants to do a “down and dirty” cheer routine with Ava for Mason and Noah. 

That last one especially feels like the kind of stuff we’d see more in a campy chick flick that doesn’t take itself seriously. Honestly, if this was a more campy high school book with the tone of DLS or the 2023 movie “Bottoms”, it probably wouldn’t be as glaring. But in a book that markets itself as a coming-of-age story, the tone feels completely off and the whole book honestly felt like it couldn't decide what it wanted to be. 

(Also, while we’re on this topic of MC’s premium outfits, I really fucking despise how MC gets so upset about wearing "mom clothes" if you choose to wear the free modest clothing instead of the revealing diamond outfit in Chapter 2. Ugh. Yes, the dad was being shitty about not letting MC dress how she likes, but all it does is it just makes you feel like shit for not wanting to dress in more revealing clothes. Stop making me feel bad for wanting to wear simple non-revealing clothing. Same goes for you, Chris Romantic Getaway story with your “the regular jerseys aren’t cute enough for girls to wear, we have to cut one up into a cleavage crop top in order to make it good for us girls to wear” bullshit.) 

And it just slaps you in the face with these sexual moments too, placing them in frequently whenever it feels like it, and the amount of it that actually contributed to any coming-of-age navigating-sexuality are few and far between. Honestly, it felt like it was trying way too hard to look "mature" with how it handled sexuality (as well as some of the other stuff like them drinking alcohol). Like it maybe was trying to portray teens realistically, but it only does so at a very shallow level. 

It's literally just "Look at the teens that talk about sex and like doing sexy things and having sex and doing grown-up stuff like drinking alcohol, see how MATUUURRREEE they are!" and they don't do anything more with it. It's just tacked on so they can pretend their book is a realistic story about maturing/being mature, when it fails at actually doing so.

I mean, I guess you could argue that the MC is meant to be seen as more messy and hormonal. And in that case, I could give it a pass. But, again, MC’s supposed arc of “navigating sexuality” never goes anywhere from that until the very last few chapters where you choose which LI she ends up with. It’s pretty much the same crap all throughout the book. MC doesn’t navigate sexuality, she just runs around aimlessly in it like a chicken with its head cut off.

Number 3: All the serious themes they try to have in the story are overshadowed by MC’s stupid indecisiveness plot. 

I’ve already said MTFL tries way too hard to make its story seem “mature” with the trashy way it sexualizes its characters. I’ve said it feels like it doesn’t know what it wants to be. Honestly though, this just sums up MTFL’s writing in general. 

MTFL has quite a handful of subplots, and I will admit, all of them are pretty compelling. You have Ava figuring out she’s lesbian, Mack dealing with gang drama, and Mason and Noah dealing with their past and Mason’s dad’s abusive behaviors. And an admittedly decent arc about MC discovering her love for photography instead of cheerleading. 

And then you have MC going on about how she can’t decide between her love interests, which is just the bad apple of the bunch that ruins the rest. It just makes it very hard to take everything else seriously. You ever seen that one meme where the Power Rangers put their hands in a circle but then a Teletubbie tries to join in? It’s the writing-equivalent to that, and MC’s indecisiveness plot is the Teletubbie. 

And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if MC’s indecisiveness wasn’t the main focus plot of the whole book. I want to take these other storylines seriously. I want to take this story as a whole seriously. But how can I when the main focus of the story is so god damn shallow? No matter how many "soft positive heartfelt" piano tracks and “so sad and tragic sad” piano tracks from WEH they try put over it, it doesn't change the fact that the focus is MC going on and on about being unable to choose between Mason, Noah, and Ava. 

I get teens are shallow and can have shallow issues, but did we really need it to be that big of a focus of the story? Especially when the way it handles it is completely empty? Something like OG HSS was great because even though a lot of the issues the characters had were seemingly shallow and basic (such as the band fighting over which song to play), they do give a little more depth to it and reason to care about it (ie. Aiden starts to feel like a failure at music because of the band infighting). MTFL just throws MC’s indecisiveness at you for 95 chapters and expects you to take it seriously with nothing else surrounding it. 

And they try to pull the twist on the title at the end where it’s all like “LI and photography, the two greatest loves of MC’s life”. Which is an interesting idea in concept, except it feels so artificial and non-earned when MC’s romance plot was spending 95 chapters being unable to decide between the LIs. 

Number 4: It reuses way too much from HSS. 

I know this is a less severe issue, but I just can’t get past it. Sprites, backgrounds, school colors… even plot points like the corrupt principal embezzling from the school, or MC and LI(s) being locked in a large school room (remember when HSS:CA MC and Ajay were locked in the auditorium?). Heck, even MC having lost her mom and having a photography passion connected to that, rings way too similar to one of Autumn’s arcs from the freaking HSS PRIME GAME! Oh yeah, and both of those characters have a love triangle with a golden boy and a bad boy. Holy hell. 

Easily the most noticeable part is the sprites. In my playthrough, I counted 7 whole HSS sprites that were used in MTFL: Sydney became Iris, Payton became Toni, Frank became this random kid in a flashback for Mason and Noah's past, Morgan became a kid in Elijah's gang named Lucy, Lorenzo became Chad, Aiden's mom became Asian Noah's mom, Skye's dad became White Mason's dad (PB really said use that sprite for abusive dads huh). And there’s probably more, I’m sure. 

And the worst offense? They even reuse the iconic bird's-eye view of Berry High in MTFL. Call me petty if you must, but that's just criminal. It's one thing to reuse and alter a bunch of the sprites, uniforms, and backgrounds from the series but to reuse another book series' iconic background like that? Honestly, it feels rather insulting. They couldn't even be arsed to change the "Go Tigers!" on the football field, that’s how little sense it makes to use that background outside of HSS. Fuck’s sake.

I know it’s kind of the norm for Choices to reuse assets throughout different series, but the fact that they do it so much here and majority of it is from HSS just rubs me the wrong way. At best, it’s jarring and lazy. And at worst, it comes off as trying way too hard to be a “more mature” version of HSS. When in reality, it makes HSS:CA’s side characters look like Citizen Kane in comparison. I mean, at least Clint and Natalie and MC stopped whinging about Rory ⅓rd of the way through the series. 

At least when other high-school-setting books like ROD, WEH, and ILITW were made, they at least somewhat bothered to change up a few things and make it feel like an actually different school. They changed up the backgrounds a bit, used different school colors and uniforms, and didn’t reuse nearly as many sprites from HSS.  

In MTFL, all they did was make new cheer uniforms for the non-reused sprites and remove the Berry High logos from everything HSS that they used. Yeah they made some changes, but it’s clear that they didn’t put nearly the same amount of effort into it as they did in the other high school setting books. 

All it does is just make me miss HSS. Like, stop toying with my heart by piggybacking off of a better series (that has better queer rep too) so much. It’s to the point where it feels like they should have just used the time making this book to instead make a HSS senior year (Which, y’know, would be nice, especially since the sendoff we got in HSS:CA 3 was absolute flaming fucking garbage). 

So… in all honesty, I don’t hate this book. But it had a lot of things that annoyed me to no end and it sure as fuck is disappointing wasted potential. It had a great opportunity to be a nice queer coming-of-age story. But instead it felt like a Kissing Booth rip-off with serious themes only hamfisted in order to make it seem more “mature”.

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

I do not like vivziepop. Am I crazy

My confidence has been invigorated by a variety of posts I’ve seen. I have always been afraid to talk about this because I was worried I’d come off as those awful harassers who nitpick her shows just to be a douche.

I believe in separating the art from the artist. I still enjoy things like Buffy the Vampire slayer even if joss whedon is a piece of shit. And I really like the Hazbin/Helluva universe. I love these shows though I am critical of how they could be improved. However, I have discovered that I really dislike Vivziepop for a number of reasons.

For one, her treatment of her transgender characters is just really uncomfortable to me as a transgender man. I don’t know the full details of it, but i remember people saying a while back that she was transphobic about something. Now she has since apologized for it, but one thing I’ve noticed in her writing is that it feels like she’s trying to make up for it but like in the most obnoxious way possible. I don’t dislike Sally May per say, but her being so heavily pushed in the merch just feels so uncomfortable to me. Like, she had two lines of dialogue and has only been in one episode, but she gets so much merch and it’s somewhat off-putting. It feels like she’s just pandering and clapping herself on the back for this little crumb of representation that she so graciously gave us.

Another thing I really, really don’t like is her condoning of RadioDust. RadioDust, for those who don’t know, is a ship between Alastor and Angel. I always was super uncomfortable by it, but her comment about it really irks me. She says that she’s fine with any shipping of the characters and it makes me so angry. This means that she condones the erasure of Alastor’s aromanticism, which is canon, just to appease her fujoshi fans who just want to see the coolest male characters from the pilot fuck each other. Shipping aro characters is not condenable because it’s taking away the shred, the absolute crumb of representation we have just for shipping. And the fact that she’s totally okay with that sickens me.

Ok I guess that’s all I have but I’m sure that it will get worse when the Hazbin show comes out. To clarify some things though, I don’t think she was abusive to her coworkers or that she is a terrible person (I mean I’m not really up to date on all the drama so correct me if I’m wrong). I just find her missteps incredibly annoying. I really hope she does better though for the sake of her awesome shows. Please let me know if you feel the same way, I’ve always felt a bit alienated from my other friends who like Hazbin and Helluva. Happy pride and stay safe

[lilapxtts]

*:･ﾟ✧ — plot idea dump *:･ﾟ✧

Readding this with a better tag so if any of these plots/ideas appease you, come to mee.

So, my delusional self and I refuse to accept that all of the Hargreeves perished and died. I have a few ideas/plots/verses i'd love to do. This is absolutely cross-over friendly because of the way it's done. Like this post or better yet, message me so we can get started on one that you like.

Plot 1- The only way to save the world is to split up. A different timeline for each of the Hargreeves. Just for the sake of covering our bases, after taking the funky marigold, and getting their powers back, Five has a talk with himself at the subway, figures it out that they are the issue and goes back in time, because screw reality. He goes back to tell his family that the only way to save each other and the world is to go to a different time line. Well filled with angst and heart break, they all just spread out and separate. --Will they find each other at the end? Maybe figure out a better way? Or will they make sure that their past selves (if applicable) don't screw it up this time? We can discuss more.

Plot 2 -

You know that whole damn gap from 2019 and the 6 years that go by? Well guess what? I'd love to do just do a domestic Lila getting accustomed to pregnancy, being a mom, having children, her own parents, getting to know each of the Hargreeves more over the 6 year time span.

Plot 3-

Lila and Five take everyone to their strawberry farm. This can be talked about because I know we have many who don't like Five x Lila (which is fine, to each their own) so we can discuss the matters there. But they go to the strawberry farm (WITH Ben because they saved him. I don't make the rules) and start over and try to find others there. I mean, at this point what could go wrong?

Plot 4-

Five goes back in time once he finds out what happens because remember when he was able to rewind time in S2 and he saved his family? Well he saves his family again by keeping the Marigold hidden so Ben never spikes their drink and no one even knows it exists and they all live NORMAL lives being both miserable in the lives they live. Because why not have a normal life?

Plot 5- AFTER THE ENDING.... And completely AU here so don't come at me but the 8 Marigold flowers that grow beneath the tree is picked up by wonderful little girl. Let's say ironically, it's picked up by Allison's daughter Claire. She brings those beautiful flowers home and you know that magical little dust that spread from them? Well it is passed around and 8 very fortunate women are hit with the magical dust. They become pregnant the very next day and thus begins the story all over again. This one is like me on crack or something but i'm thinking futuristic-esque vibes.

Plot 6-

Reginald Hargreeves is a normal father who actually chooses these children with love and care and they protect the world as superheroes that are loved by their own father. Can you imagine that? No one has issues because Riggie loved them all. Five got his passion into music, Luther in Geology, Allison in acting, Lila probably music too because she was never stolen from the Handler. She was raised with the Hargreeves, Diego in education, Klaus in music as well, and Viktor exceptionally talented in multiple things.

Plot 7-

Resurrection/reincarnation plot really. She's reborn. She has dreams of her children. Of her family. Of everyone and they're both familiar and unfamiliar. But is she the only one that's reborn? Will she find her family? Will Lila find those that she lost? Will she have her powers? Can she truly help the world in this life?

[fitgothgirl]

Long write up about some issues of mine and the past, been wanting to get this out. Will probably send to my therapist lol... TW emotional abuse.

The more I think about, the more I know my dad and my ex really messed me up. I still defend my dad that overall he was a decent parent and he was only human. I had a very comfortable and happy childhood. He tried to be a good dad and was caring, but he also messed up a good amount of times. My ex on the other hand, fuck him. For the sake of whatever unknowing victim, I hope he never dated again for whatever reason, death included.

But they both contributed to one of my biggest weaknesses. Nothing is harder for me to do than speak my mind, stand up for myself, set boundaries, and so on. In my mind, a serious talk is synonymous with fight. There are always tears. I now know that ADHD can cause one to cry ridiculously easily or to just shutdown into silence during discussions because we can't handle the emotion. Makes so much sense, I do both those things. But it wasn't just the ADHD. Every important conversation didn't need to be an argument, or me getting shutdown, or something negative. So I have it lodged deeply in my brain that my interpretation of things is wrong. I'm always wrong, wrong, wrong. It's a mantra that often plays in my head.

My dad wasn't as bad as my ex. He was a single dad who worked a lot, who had two daughters that probably just reminded him so much of his crazy ex, who both ended up being a handful in their teens. He was just always stressed and had a short fuse and would scare me when he was pissed. He didn't do anything to me, just the way he talked through gritted teeth or how he yelled (or what he yelled) or how he was strict. I remember certain things would trigger both me and my sister to go to our rooms to be on our own - his car pulling up in the driveway, the sound of the garage door; we just wanted to stay out of his way when he first got home since we knew that's when he would be most on edge. I can also distinctly remember the sound of him walking up the stairs, when I would pause to listen if he would be turning left to our rooms or right to his room. I'd try to gauge his energy/mood in the subtleties of his step. Anyway, it wasn't the best atmosphere for standing up for myself or speaking my mind, etc. Parenting today has taken such a good turn where people are trying to move away from anger and yelling and punishments for mistakes, and instead treat their kids like people and have a more understanding and guiding attitude. But still, my bf is my age and I look at his family and they're just amazing... I know many people who felt like they could really talk to their parents. I know my situation was by far not the worst possible, but it also wasn't great.

And I went straight from that to some full on grade A emotional abuse for 3 years with my ex. Life was constantly walking on eggshells... Things I didn't know could be a fight were a fight. All I wanted was for him to stop criticizing me and yelling at me and I didn't know what to say to make it stop, which wouldn't happen until I was in tears (although not like that's hard). I couldn't win no matter what I said so I just shutdown and said whatever to appease him in the fewest amount of syllables. He had the final say with everything. No seeing friends without him, which was rare for him to agree to, unless I wanted to have it held over my head forever (along with any other "nice" or "lenient" things he did or "let" me do). Had to work 6 days a week but also be responsible for the cleaning of the apartment since I made less money than him. Panicking at work when I realized I left a dish out and he was going to be home before me. Trying to be as small as possible while he punched a hole in the wall. Not able to spend money without his approval. Sitting home alone before a 13 hour shift while sobbing and holding my cat about how utterly trapped I felt. And he didn't even fucking drive, I was his chauffeur... Oh and of course, at the end of every lash out, I was reminded how it was because he loved me and cared about me wanted me to grow as a person, etc. (If you're wondering, yes I'm embarrassed that I let myself put up with this.)

All this to say, the thought of any form of serious conversation is almost paralyzing. And I get so distressed that I forget things I want to say. And it always ends with me being wrong in some way anyway! This is not something I've imagined, this is learned from experience. It's not even me yielding to end the discussion - by the end I do see that I'm truly wrong and I wasn't thinking. So why should I speak my mind about things when I know I'm going to somehow end up in the wrong or otherwise judged or dismissed... And if something gets brought up by someone else with any tinge of anger or irritation or even seriousness? I just shutdown. If I have to speak then just have a one track mind to appease.

This all leads to me being the mediator (INFP-T for sure), the one to keep the peace. Always adding smiles and laughs to what I'm doing or saying to keep others at ease. Trying to steer things back when any negative emotion rises, silently begging against any conflict. Just fawn response all day everyday.

I've now been with a wonderful guy for almost 12 years and yet I often still feel so trapped inside myself.

[t0kidal]

Note: Minors? No. Just... No.

Ok! So due to the realization that there isn't enough Balam smut to match the sheer size of Yes emanating from this man, I have decided to take it on myself to write some.

Minors So Help Me Do not touch this post with a ten ft pole.

This is an add on to Succubus reader and Human Balam. (who might be ooc)

tw: strong language, biting, tongues and teeth

Explicit, Moving ON (first smut please be gentle)

It was one of those days, yes those days where you just couldn't help but let your eyes wander the wide expanse that it Balam Shichiro who'd just stepped out of the shower and is gloriously indecent save for the little towel around his waist.

You and Balam have been living together for quite some time now and while his studies have been thorough... they've also been non-intrusive.

Which unfortunately for you is the wrong kind of Intrusive.

As a succubus you need things from affection to more explicit intimacy to keep you going, food is nice and while Balam being the skin-ship addict he is has appeased your hunger...

A certain recreational desire keeps popping up.

You had plans to never tell him this, the two of you were quite comfortable with your friendly cuddles that... sometimes bordered on the line of a little more than a little friendly.

But then Balam has a meeting...

And he's gone the whole day...

The whole day...

No touches, and due to your contract this meant no going out and fixing your issues through other means...

Well shit.

~~~

Balam sighs as he returns home from work and the meeting with Human Border patrol to plead their case... Apparently an older Naberius was making it harder to extend their allotted contract time for the sake of little Iruma...

'The nerve... honestly...'

But he can only sigh as he opens the door, his sigh turning into a little scream at seeing his gaunt succubus on the floor... face down and arm outstretched for the door.

He's quick to drop his things and turn her over thankfully noting that she was just... dazed... not sleeping but she wasn't fully there either...

"H-Hello?! Y/n!? What's wro- HMm!?"

His concerned words were cut off as, in a sudden show of strength, she lurches forward, pushing his mask out of the way to connecting her lips with his in a kiss... her teeth coming to nip at his lips as he gasps out in surprise... a sudden scent filling the air that prompted his face to fluster and a tight feeling to grow in him. Her tongue takes that opportunity to slip into his mouth... curling around his tongue as she sucks playfully...

He's not sure how long this goes on as his breaths get heavier and heavier... eyes meeting hungry ones that seem to glow with the sheer lust as his eyes start to drift closed from the lack of oxygen....

And as quickly as she started it... she finishes it, quickly splitting from him, flapping her wings furiously to clear the pheromones from the air as he sits there panting... a bit of drool trickling from the corner of his mouth and a thread of it connecting them... he's not sure if its his or not but he stares dazed at her till she snaps her fingers in his face.

"Oh, hell! Shichiro! Shichiro are you ok!?" she seems... worried...

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." He slowly rises to his feet... a serious expression dawning on his face... "What was that?"

She looks down, almost ashamed, truth be told... she is ashamed.

"L-look..." she starts "before any ideas of contract violations or.. anything else... I'd like to apologize... I... I was starving. I still am but that's not quite important right now... you... You got a face full of pheromones didn't you?"

"H-huh? Was that... what that was?"

Ah shit... he's delirious, face pinking as a hazy look comes into his eyes...

"Hey! Hey, no, do not!" she pats his face a few times before grabbing his arm and dragging him to his room, this would arguably be the worst decision she made that night.

Arguably, it would be the best.

She pushes him down to lay on the bed while she opened all the windows but closed the blinds, casting a cool breeze through the room as the sounds of nightlife slowly came alive.

"Alright, Alright, what do you smell? how do you feel?" She asks him... unbothered by his desperate attempts to cover his mouth... unbothered but rather surprised by the scar exposing his teeth...

His strangely sharp teeth...

With a start she realized she was staring as his flustered and pheromone inflicted face seemed to droop with apprehension and embarrassment.

She turns away to face the wall away from the window and let him do as he pleased, which he seemed to appreciate.

She's not sure for how long she stared at the wall... feeling like a vulnerable idiot, what was she? a fledgling? But she curses as she feels a big warm hand on her shoulder... when she turns her head she feels her cheek being poked by his finger, telling her not to look... shit she would love to have one in her...

A choking sound behind her tells her he heard that...

She clenches her teeth and tries to ignore the hunger that reignited itself in her belly. A maddening desire, a base instinct.

She almost doesn't hear him till she feels his warm breath on her ear, his deep gentle voice filled with a tone she wasn't quite used to hearing from him... his breath shuddering as her pheromones drew him closer, his initial words dying on his lips as he can't help but press his forehead to her shoulder in an effort to hold back...

To hold back the sheer want. Both parties unsure and hesitant to fuck and find out...

"Sh-shichiro." she clears her throat, "Are you feeling alright?" she gently puts her palm to his forehead to create space as she steps away... distancing her scent from him as the cool breeze swept it out the window.

"I'm fine... I think..." his voice comes out like a growl that she'd expect to hear from a demon... and she shakes her head.

"No... I think... you should rest here, ok?" she smiles gently gently... a soft look on her face as her hands come to cover his lower face from her prying eyes... eyes that were so kind to him...

"You're hungry aren't you?" the growl turns into a low rumble... She feels him kiss her palms... tender and sweet just like him... but the hulking human before her was almost unrecognizable from his usually sweet countenance...

She was reminded once more just how big a man he was as her eyes roamed... not aware of her lips parting as she swallowed dryly... not aware as he steps closer... her eyes laser focused on his chest as her hands come down to press against glorious pecs through his shirt.

"Starving..." she whispers...

"May I help you?" she's reminded briefly of that kiss that started this contract... he asked for permission then too...

She shakes her head, she couldn't do him like the others before...

"Pheromones, Shichiro, you don't really want that..."

He pauses... "While I would love to study that... it'll have to wait till later..."

He tilts her chin up... the scar on the side of his teeth going unnoticed as he leans in to whisper in her ear...

"Please... let me help you..."

"Tsk..."

But that desire... that hunger... almost without realization, she nods... and his burning breath goes from her ear to gently caress her lips, pausing to meet her eyes, she nods again... and closes the gap.

It's a gentle, almost delicate kiss, sweet...

Till it wasn't.

Large gentle hands trail up her arms coming to brush his thumbs on her shoulders... warm... but burning hot as the succubus whimpers from such tender touch. Oh how long had it been since she was desired so reverently... Her hands reach up and seize his collar, heart bursting out of her chest, electricity in her veins and a fire raging from her core through her body, her breath stutters coming out in desperate little gasps and pants.

A protestant whine breaks through as he parts his lips from hers. She watches, dazed with her desire as his tongue comes out to lick his teeth... savoring her taste... he tilts his head down a bit, gently nipping her jaw as he moves down to her neck... his arms gently coming under her to hold her... his body pressing her between him and the wall.

Devi it feels hard to breath... light headed and dizzy from desire... was it just her desire? could it be that sweet Shichiro-

"Oh~!" she feels him nip her pulse point... a chuckle rumbling through his chest as she mewled out, the air heavy with their heated breaths, the scent of her pheromones... relief coming only in the occasional cooling breeze...

'H-he's... He's big!'

Her thoughts were only proven by the feeling of his jaw... unhooking to gently hold her neck in his mouth... teasing sharp teeth... like he might tear her throat out.

The succubus could hardly believe that this man was human.

She curses a whimper that leaves her throat at the sensation... as a shiver shot through her spine at the feeling of his tongue gently licking before he pulls back as if to catch his own breath...

His eyes screamed of want, he wants her, he needs her...

And it seemed the impatience was mutual as she leaned down to kiss him once more... hard... teeth knocking... tongues tangling themselves together as he brings her back down on the bed... her claws ripping through his shirt like it was paper... his hands gently removing her scanty clothes... till they were both bare... one in their nudity and so engrossed in each other that all senses of shame leapt out the window to make room for...

Desire

Her hands entangled themselves in his snowy hair... gently pressing and tugging at his scalp as his reverent kisses and touch grow bolder and bolder as they trail down her body... a brief nip to the underside of her breasts... a hickey on her hip... squeezing and teasing her body... her soft body... he just can't get enough as he takes a moment to bury his face in her belly... to just... breath...

He chuckles again when he hears her impatient whine... hands trailing down to the underside of her thighs to hook under her knees as his weight presses her further into the bed. His hips grinding against hers making her gasp at what she felt there as he seals his lips over hers once more in a hungry kiss...

She pulls away... leaning her head back against the bed as his mouth goes back to her neck...

His hips never stilling... teasing his erect member through her soaking folds... catching on her sensitive pearl pulling little mewls and moans from her throat.

"Shit... Shichirou... don't tease... please" she whispers, she begs, his name passing through her lips once more like a prayer.

"Please... please... Plea-!" she's cut off by his slow breach, his painfully slow breach. His girthy cock gently pressing into her hole, it feels like a tease, like torture as she stretches around him... gasps and hiccups escaping her as her hot breath brushes past her ears, the sound of his growls and groans rumbling through his chest to hears responding in turn as he gently rocks his hips... inch after glorious inch filling her... veins and texture rubbing against her in ways no one ever had before... her thighs trembling on either side of his hips...

"Shichirou... please~! ... More~! I won't break, promise~!"

It's a spell, a prayer, a plea, a curse she casts on herself as she feels him still... a whine on the tip of her tongue till with one roll of his hips he sheaths himself entirely... his back arching and subsequently pushing deeper inside as a low groan spills past his lips.

'Breathe... BREATHE'

She hiccups, she moans, she pants at the sheer size of this monster inside her... trembling as the mere stretch edges her closer and closer to her end... needy tears prick her eyes and trail down her cheeks as he leans back down to the succubus to kiss them away.

"Still ok?" He asks... deep voice rumbling gently as his own heaving breaths ghost over her lips...

She curses the stutter in her breathing, in her voice as she nods her head.

"Y-yes... please... k-keep going~!"

He chuckles... holding no malice or harm but still it sounds so sinful to her ears as his hips pull back to gently rock into her... She whines... snarling as her hands seize his hair, pulling his head back to reassert some kind of dominance, some kind of status as the demon in the room.

"Harder~" She demands, her eyes burning with a strong need, a desperation and a frustration that he dared to look down on her like she was glass.

Course, both of them new that this would never be the case... but his eyes glaze over a bit as he looks at her flushed face.. damp with sweat and tears and need.

His answer was a large gentle hand around her throat... pushing her back down against the bed... his other hand leaving her thigh to brush her hair out of her face before it brushes back his own.

He leans back down... putting a little pressure on her neck... his hand going to her hip now... almost encompassing it as it gently lifts and angles her... his cock brushing against that spot that made her see stars as he started to grind...

She was about to whine when she felt his hips withdraw... only to slam back into her.

A loud and breathless moan rips from her throat like a cry as she lays there... wondering what just happened... her dazed and confused face sending sparks of something dark into his eyes as he repeats the motion... slow and powerful thrusts... consistent... breathtaking... she wonders for a moment only for that wonder to fade into passion as his thrusts keep going... he's not stopping...

Even after she comes undone around his hard cock... her fluttering velveteen walls clenching around his rod as it pistons slowly in and out of her... stars flashing in her vision as she babbles... only to scream when his thumb meets her clit... pressing down hard on it to prolong her release...

"It's too much too much too much!" and barely finishing her first, she's already on her second mind shattering orgasm of the night.

Problem was... he wasn't done yet.

As she clenches like a vice around him for the second time his own guttural groan passes through his lips. Fluids from her release making it easier for him to thrust... he loses himself... hips losing neither their power nor rhythm as he bullies his cock in and out of her... leaning down to whisper in her ear as his pace gets faster... and faster, faster!

"You feel so good" ...

"There's a good girl"...

"Thank you for this" ...

"Are you enjoying this?" ...

"You can have it... Take it... Take it. Take it-"

"Take it"

Sweet gentle questions peppered with lust filled phrases only make her heart pound, her moans louder yet, and as she clings to him... nails digging into his back as he drives her to oblivion, her cunt clenching around him... their lewd sounds echoing through the room... !

Her gasp turns into a scream, her scream a moan as she releases one last time... biting down on his shoulder as his hips stutter... slamming into her once, twice more before stilling his hips against hers, a roar passes his lips, blunt nails clawing clawing at the sheets beneath her.

His white hot seed, burning her, coating her walls with white as his hips gently grind... riding them through their high...

He withdraws... but doesn't pull back as his tongue gently laves over her throat once more... her chest heaving with heavy breaths... eyes fluttering as her body trembles with the aftershocks of their pleasure...

He pulls her close... pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead... and they fall asleep.

~~~

Aftermath~

~~~

She sits up... looking down at the sleeping man beside her... wondering briefly if he really was as human as he claims to be... shaking her head of the ridiculous thought... her hand coming to rest on her lower belly... satisfied... for now... and pleasantly sore...

Safe to say she wouldn't be shy about asking him for more later that day.

_______________________________________________ end

(hope you enjoyed!)

[bohemian-nights]

one of the reasons I KNOW that michaela stuff isn’t true, is because why would they cast a south african actress and fly her out to be on screen for like ten seconds a season until francesca’s season which we won’t see for a few years like does that make sense to people? and why would they introduce such an important character now when we just met john and francesca’s season isn’t anytime soon….they’ll want to keep up the mystery and anticipation. i feel like people aren’t really thinking with all of this. anyways we don’t have too long until all is revealed and i can’t wait for people to realizing that this fandom was thriving on delusion/hallucinations for the past month because this is something else lol.

All of this 🙌🏽 I mean the fact that she’s South African and lives in South Africa has always been one of the reasons why I have never believed this BS.

If she was just a Brit yeah okay, but to continuously fly Masali out from halfway across the world for 5-10 minutes of screen time for two whole seasons before season 6 comes about? Never mind that there isn’t a guarantee that season 6 will even happen, that’s a lot. They would’ve just gotten some local girl to do it and called it a day.

The fact that they also keep claiming Sophie hasn’t been cast, but this “Michaela” character has yet Benedict is supposed to be up next?

Look guys I’m really not trying to be delusional and even if I wanted to think the worst this crap just doenst make sense logistically or logically.

There is no way Sophie hasn’t been cast. There is no way they guarded the actress who plays Sophie with their life, but didn't hide the actress who plays this alleged gender-bent who would have the fandom up in arms. There is no way they would hide one lead and didn't try to hide the other one. They hide non-leads(John) for Christ’s sake.

There is no way they took the time to hide Joh before part 1, but not “Michaela.”

They had Victor and Hannah unfollow each other to throw people off even though people saw him with her on set.

Thanks to the morons that populate this fandom the “Michaela rumor” has been going on for a year now and started picking up major steam before part 1 aired. So Shondaland for sure knows about it and has known about it. The fact that they never made Masali, Hannah, and Victor unfollow each other to try and throw people off makes 0 sense.

No one has been able to produce a still or a set photo with Masali in it. People have blatantly lied and have been caught lying. Hell, even the Michaela name was fandom created by some rando on Reddit.

The fact that nobody can produce or say anything other than vague answers or makeup crap that gets disproven past episode 6 (which a lot of people have access to) says a lot.

And as I said in the previous asks(or rather implied) I’ve narrowed down to who is leaking shit to three people. One of those three has already deactivated their account here. The other one on here can probably skate by since their “source” is someone coming into their inbox and claiming they are a Netflix employee, and the one on Twitter(who I think is actually feeding everybody this crap) I’m pretty sure is a mental alyssum escapee.

I’ll eat crow if I’m wrong. And by eating crow I mean I’ll never watch this racist dogpile of shit again, but it’s just not adding up. I truly believe this Michaela crap was started by a band of racists who freaked out when they saw Masali was going to play Sophie and people believe it cause they don’t want Masali to be Sophie either. Which is fucking sick.

With as wacky as she is I truly do not think Shonda would green-light this crap nor do I think Netflix/the book publishers would risk losing their money and promo trying to gender-bend a character to appease a few racist nut jobs.

Please know I don’t like Shonda. I’ve had beef with that lady since s4 of Scandal which aired almost ten years ago.

I only defend her because I think these stans are lazy racist fucks who want her to be their mammy and create content for them while dogpiling on her people. Shonda has her issues, but I don’t think she’s that insane to cast a Black woman in a role meant for a man. And if she has you'll never see me defending that woman ever again, but for right now 🤷🏽‍♀️

Edit: I was wrong, but everyone pushing this is still a racist piece of shit 🤷🏽‍♀️

[crusherthedoctor]

Maybe it’s because I’m the one with said opinions, but whether you agree with them or no, I don’t think they’re all that complicated in terms of logic.

“Why don’t you like Popular Game, Popular Story, Popular Gameplay Style, etc?” Because I don’t think it’s fun or don’t think it works that well. Not hard to understand.

“Why don’t you wait and see what they do in the comic?” Because I’ve been doing that for over five years now. I think it’s safe to notice a pattern by that point. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you criticise the perfect stories of the older games?” Because they’re not perfect, and pointing out their glaring issues is part of my hope to see them learn from those issues and make their future stories even better. I like my character moments, I like my deep themes, but what I really like is when they’re actually executed well. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike Eggman’s relationship with Sage?” Because no matter how they choose to interpret it, Eggman is still getting compromised to an extent for the relationship’s sake, and the fandom have pounced on it and made it very hard to find Eggman content that doesn’t involve Sage. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you criticise Eggman’s badass role in SA2?” Because he was reduced to being Shadow and Gerald’s tool throughout the whole game and was doomed to fail even if he won, and is subsequently forced to team up with Sonic, which would become a trend afterwards. Not hard to understand.

“Why did you not cheer for Eggman getting revenge on Starline?” Because one brief moment does not make up for all the shit that came at his expense beforehand, and I knew he’d go right back to getting dunked on afterwards anyway, which is exactly what happened. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike Metal Sonic’s role in Heroes?” Because it’s just as much a disservice to him as it is to Eggman, and they do nothing interesting with Metal’s identity crisis beyond using it as an excuse to turn him into another usurper and then another giant monster. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you think they did not fix Tails in Frontiers?” Because using reviewer terminology, and vowing to do something he’s already done before, only serves to appease people who want you to think Baldy McNosehair has become Sonic’s catchphrase. Not hard to understand.

“Why have you not exiled yourself for liking the Pontaff games?” Because they’re video games, and because I have enough of a healthy mindset to acknowledge their faults yet still enjoy them despite that. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you consider SatAM a Sonic cartoon in name only?” Because you could change Sonic, Tails, and Robotnik into original characters, and very little would need to be changed. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you like the movies if you care about being faithful to the source material?” Because unlike IDW and Prime, they never claimed to be canon, and I’m still capable of appreciating a not-entirely-accurate adaptation if I feel the elements still work for the most part. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you think Ian Flynn is overrated?” Because someone who is commonly regarded as the Best Sonic Writer of All Time should not be making the same rookie mistakes over and over again after a decade. Or getting so many basic facts wrong in the Encyclospeedia. Or acting unprofessional along with other Archie leftovers. Not hard to understand.

“How is Sonic/Shadow showing emotion a bad thing?” Because that’s an exaggeration of what I’m actually saying; they can be sad, angry, whatever else, but not every character works the same, and it needs to be done in a way that makes sense for them specifically. Resorting to ocular gushers is not in-character for either of them. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike IDW Sonic?” Because he’s a preachy and hypocritical cunt. Not hard to understand.