#so don't take this as an insult or call out

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Meet Cute? Meet Feral!

Batman and Robin are out on patrol. Bats has to pop out of the Batmobile for a minute, and leaves a sulking Damian to stay with the car. Just as Damian considers taking the car for a joyride, who should pop out of nowhere but Ellie! She slaps a sticker on the hood of the Batmobile and poses for a selfie. Robin of course, exits the vehicle to ask her wtf she thinks she's doing. Ellie immediately clocks him as a fellow poorly socialized gremlin child, tackles him and it's on!

Batman returns a few minutes later to find the two of them rolling on the grimy asphalt in a tangle of limbs, growling, kicking, punching, biting, all formal fight training forgotten. Bats has to forcibly separate them and scruffs them like misbehaving kittens who continue to snarl and throw insults at each other. Now Batman doesn't know who Ellie is, but he recognizes her logo and suit being like fellow League member Phantom's and calls him up in his Tiredest Dad voice to ask if he's missing a kid.

Danny arrives a short time later, and gets a truncated explanation of what happened. Now Danny is a, tired and annoyed about being woken in the middle of the night b, is a giant shit-stirrer himself and has been merrily gaslighting the rest of the League about ghost culture c, sees a golden opportunity to give Mr Batman Grumpypants some new gray hairs.

Danny: Now now Ellie, we talked about this. You're a princess! You can't just go around and accept a proposal from the first cute liminal boy you meet!

Batman and Robin, who were patching up a bite wound: Wait what

Danny: You'll be the ruler of the dead someday! You don't have to settle for a lowly mortal just because he threw a punch your way!

Robin: Now hang on...

Ellie, playing along: But Daaaaad! I don't wanna marry some emperor! At least this one still has all his teeth!

Robin: Hey, I'm heir to the Batman and the Demon's Head!

Danny: Do you know how many requests for your hand I get each week? I could have Alexander the Great as a son-in-law you know.

Ellie: But I already accepted this one!

Batman: *eye twitch* Robin is not marrying anyone, I forbid it

Robin: *stomps foot* So you don't think I'm worthy of marrying a princess?

Danny, watching the ensuing argument: Mission accomplished

[trashsuit]

Fuck y'all, I'm answering all of these right here, right now (if you want me to elaborate, put it in my asks)

1. River (I go by my middle name online)

2. 17, turning 18 in a few months

3. June 9 2007

4. Gemini

5. Light purple

6. 3 and 82

7. Yes, 3 cats. A calico (I think) named Millie, a light brown tortie named Marley, and a dark brown tortie named Mischief

8. Pennsylvania

9. 5'4

10. 9

11. Idk, 5-10 if I had to guess

12. I can't remember any of my dreams

13. Uh, I have talents in most of the arts, I think. I act, I sing, I play piano and guitar, and I draw and paint

14. I don't think so

15. Changes every week. Right now? Maybe Hug All Ur Friends by Cavetown

16. I don't really watch many movies, but probably Wicked

17. I'm aroace, but I'd love to live with a good friend who doesn't mind stuff like hugs and cuddles

18. Absolutely not

19. Even if I wasn't aroace, no

20. No

21. I got brain surgery when I was a few months old, but nothing since then

22. Not yet :3

23. Uh, does the actor who played The Wizard when I saw Wicked on Broadway count?

24. I prefer showers for actually cleaning myself, but I love a nice, relaxing bath

25. All of the above

26. No

27. Probably not, but I'd like to be the kind of celebrity who's only known by theatre kids and just about no one else

28. I listen to a lot of musical theatre and indie pop

29. No

30. 2, not counting stuffed animals

31. Yearner or free faller with one leg over my long stuffed animal

32. Medium, I think

33. Pillsbury strawberry cream cheese mini bagels that my school serves

34. No

35. No, but I want to

36. Skedaddle

37. Ass is one of my favorite insults

38. No clue, I usually take a lot of naps

39. Yes, across the top of my head

40. Yes I think, but his friend just tried to wingman for him, like, twice, then I was left alone

41. It depends on the lie and who I'm lying to

42. Fuck no, I don't realize people are hurting me until I'm bleeding out.

43. Yeah, I've learned through my acting class

44. I don't think so, but I've also never really left the area I grew up in enough to notice

45. I like doing a southern drawl

46. Idk what the personality types are and I don't feel like checking rn

47. By far my prom dress from last year. Most of my clothes are thrifted or from Walmart

48. Yes

49. What?

50. Right

51. Yes

52. My mom makes really good potato pancakes

53. Idk what it was called, but I had it in Japan. It was some meatballs with veggies and a really good sauce. Here's a picture (it's the stuff by the eggs)

54. Definitely messy

55. You freak/y'all freaks

56. Either fuck or freak, tbh

57. 10-15 minutes most days (if that)

58. I don't think so

59. Suck

60. Yes

61. Yes

62. I'm alright, but I'm improving with the help of a teacher

63. Probably my best friend leaving me. She's the reason I've stuck around this long, idk what I would do without her

64. Yeah

65. I genuinely can't think of one

66. I like my hair nice and short

67. *sings the 50 states song*

68. Art or history (my favorite class I take is actually theatre, but I don't think it counts)

69. It feels like it depends on the day and who I'm around

70. No

71. Almost everything, if I'm being honest (except for acting, alone or in front of a crowd)

72. Not really

73. Not really, I don't even correct people on my pronouns (I probably should tho)

74. I don't think I am

75. I don't think so, usually if I say something, I genuinely believe it, so if I did, it wasn't intentional

76. No and I don't wanna be

77. Like one sip of wine and I thought it was disgusting

78. No

79. I'm aroace, so no one

80. I have both of my earlobes pierced once and nothing else

81. Yeah

82. Not very, I'm faster on my phone than on an actual keyboard tho

83. In short bursts, like 7 mph, but I can't run a mile, I have to walk

84. Naturally, dark brown, but right now it's blue with streaks of purple

85. Hazel

86. Bactrim and possibly the sticky stuff in bandaids (I think it's latex)

87. I've tried and failed multiple times

88. My dad's a truck driver

89. It's alright, I mostly like it for theatre stuff

90. Id have to think. I'm easily annoyed or frustrated, but it takes a lot to piss me off

91. Yeah, though I kinda regret choosing such a common name. I know, like, 6 other people with my name

92. No

93. Idk, probably just a happy, healthy kid if I ever had one. I don't really care about its sex

94. Seeing the good in people

95. How trusting I am and how I try to see the good in people (that's how I keep getting hurt)

96. I kept going through baby name sites and for some reason, I really liked this one

97. No

98. Yeah, from ear to ear on top of my head

99. All of the above

100. The walls are a very light purple, but you'll find every color in there

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[brawberryz]

touch me i scream

Batfam Yan! × Elizabeth Afton!Reader

《Platonic》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / I don't know if this could be considered "neglected" reader since the negligence is only on Bruce's part, so maybe)? / FNAF AU!

Tw: child neglect, abuse, child murder, murder, maltreatment, yandere behaviors , self-harm, brief mention of suicide, isolation, knife use, toxic relationships, domestic violence, brief mention of drugs, psychological abuse, manipulation, dark themes

Weird

That's how you could consider your life, it was quite strange and boring, you always spent your time at home

Summer vacation had started and all you could do was stay home

You didn't have any friends, you only had your brothers

Your life was quite lonely, the only one you trusted too much was Damian

But these last few months he was behaving in a strange way, he had dark circles under his eyes and he never slept

The only times he did was for a short time, he seemed scared most of the time

Every time you got up in the early morning to drink water you found him crying on the floor of his room

He said he saw monsters, terrifying versions of the animatronics your father built

Those nights you used to accompany him so he could sleep but even so his paranoia didn't stop

A lot of blame was also because of Jason, he kept scaring Damian with that stupid foxy mask

You had tried to defend him but still Jason never he stopped

He always found a way to scare Damian

Richard had been the only one who managed to stop Jason's pranks

He was the older brother, he was hardly ever home before because he spent his time with his friends or at university

But since your mother disappeared he had to take care of all of you, he had to be a mother and father at the same time

Because he knew that Bruce didn't care about any of his children, sometimes you wished you could get away from here

Escape far away from this stupid "home", it stopped being considered home years ago

Your "father" who didn't even deserve to be called that, was an idiot and violent

At night you could hear your mother crying, she always fought with Bruce

It was normal for them to fight, and your father didn't mind hitting or insulting your mother

Richard tried many times to defend your mother from Bruce But the only thing he earned was a hit

You didn't understand why your mother She never fought back, she just accepted the blows and insults

But one night, you couldn't sleep because of the screams in the kitchen, they were fighting again

You slowly got out of bed to go spy, you wanted to know what was going on

It was a little weird that your parents were fighting at this time of night, you got a little closer to the door

Not enough, but you could barely see anything

The last thing you could hear was your mother screaming as she begged Bruce not to do it

You ran scared to your room, you could barely process what you saw

Your mother's screams and pleas were still in your head since that day

You hated yourself for never being able to tell what you saw

But your fear of ending up the same way as your mother prevented you from doing so

That day you realized what kind of monster your father was

You hated him so much, too much

You hated having to Seeing his face every day, you hated him touching you or just giving you a hug

You felt like gagging just thinking about him, he was the most reprehensible human being ever

And you hated him more for what he had done to Tim

Tim was your father's assistant, he used to work at the pizzeria with him

He also used to be a security guard at night

You could consider him a friend Even though he was much older than you

Sometimes you used to accompany your father to work and those days you took the opportunity to go talk to him

When you went back to accompany your father to work you looked for Tim all over the pizzeria, then your father told you that Tim had decided to quit

You frowned, you knew he was lying

He always lied, you just nodded pretending that you understood

Until one time your father asked you to take out the trash at the pizzeria, he said it would be good if you were useful for something

You just accepted it, a little offended by his comment. As you walked out the back door and put the trash in the bin, you saw something strange in a bag.

A little disgusted, you put your hand inside the trash and pulled out an identification plate.

But it wasn't just any old one, it was Tim's.

It had some dried blood stains, the blood didn't look old, it still had that red color.

You swallowed nervously and you felt like gagging. You fell to the rough ground and small tears fell from your eyes.

Someone you cared about had disappeared again and you couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing.

After that day, the streets of your neighborhood were full of "wanted" posters with Tim's face.

His parents were devastated by the disappearance of their son. He was so young and had a secure future.

Your father gave his condolences to Tim's parents.

What a hypocrite.

That was the only thing your head could think. Maybe you were just a little girl. but you understood much more than others would think

I hate you, Bruce Wayne

_

You officially hated this family

From one day to the next your brothers started acting weird, a few days ago you met a boy

They were the same age and he was your first friend in a long time

But as soon as they found out you made a friend they went crazy

Richard didn't let you go out alone anymore, and he sent Jason to keep a close eye on you

You could barely get close to your new friend without Jason giving you a murderous look

And because of that you had lost a friend, he was the first one you had

And he was gone, then you had a talk with Richard

He tried to justify himself saying that that boy wasn't a good influence

Why do you need friends when you have your brothers? They are much better than anyone you could ever meet

Also Damian had been clinging to you too much, his paranoia was multiplied by a thousand

You thought that this paranoia was because of those "pills" that your father gave him

You knew that they were not sleeping pills, those pills made him hallucinate

Bruce wanted to destroy each one of his children, and then he was going to rebuild them the way he wanted

Who would think that you would be his next victim, too bad things didn't go as well as he thought

_

Your father's new pizzeria had opened to the public, "Sister location"

This time he opened the pizzeria without Clark's help, the two of them used to be best friends

Bruce and Clark opened the first pizzeria together, but since the death of Jon his son everything had changed for him

He had fallen into great guilt and depression

The death of his son and the unexpected divorce with his wife had left him in a bad state

He had decided to withdraw from the project

Leaving Bruce alone, and it was something that didn't bother him either

He had gotten what he wanted, he had already gotten Clark and his stupid morals out of his way

Your plan was almost complete, he had justice on his side

He had made sure that not a single policeman suspected him, you could say that he was about to commit a perfect crime

_

You found yourself crying on the floor, your cheek hurt from your father's blow

You had decided to enter your father's study without permission and spilled coffee on his plans

Bruce had become furious, you tried to apologize but it only made his anger grow

"Can't you do something right!?"

You could only look down as more tears fell from your eyes

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident..."

Bruce sighed angrily before forcibly lifting you off the ground and telling you to get out of his studio

You just nodded scared, running out the metal door

You hated this, sometimes you just wished you could die

You didn't want to be here, you wanted this to be over once and for all

_

You walked through the aisles of the pizzeria, your cheek still hurt

Your tears had dried but your hate and sadness were still there

Your body stopped as soon as you saw Baby

The animatronic that your father had made for you, one day you gave him a drawing and he used that as inspiration

That day you were so happy, for the first time you had felt your father's love

Too bad this was a trap disguised as a gift

You entered the shameless room where the animatronic was

It seemed strange to you that it was separated from the other animatronics

As soon as the animatronic detected you, its eyes sparkled

"Baby..."

The animatronic's name came out of your lips, your eyes sparkled with happiness

After a long time you could finally see it

The animatronic's stomach opened surprising you

A small ice cream came out of it, it was your favorite flavor

You thought that your father had made it just for you

You approached slowly, your arm getting close to the ice cream

You could barely react when the claw pierced you and threw you towards the animatronic

A scream of pain was heard throughout the room, you felt your ribs breaking and your organs being crushed by the claw

The last thing you felt was your bones being destroyed as you completely entered the stomach of the animatronic

The animatronic barely caught your body inside its stomach when it turned off, her task had been completed

The only thing left in this bloody scene was the blood on the floor and the stomach of the animatronic

That day the innocence of another child had been snatched away by Bruce Wayne's claws

And this time the victim was his daughter

A small tinkling in the eyes of the animatronic illuminated the empty and dark room, they had changed color

The same color as your eyes

_

Bruce had gone to He checked the animatronics, he thought they had completed their mission

He was very surprised when he found your body crushed between the wires of baby

At that moment something changed inside him, you weren't supposed to end up like this

If one of your brothers had ended up like this he wouldn't care much, but you?

Yes, he was a horrible father but there was a part of him that cared about you

But he also discovered something, remnant

Your body had produced that

Also your soul had merged with the animatronic, it was something he realized when he saw baby's eyes

That day he had fallen further into imminent madness

But everything has its end

_

Richard sighed tiredly as he parked his car in front of the "Sister location" store

It had been a year since everything happened

Too bad your death wasn't the only incident that happened in the family

Since your death Richard began to neglect his other brothers, guilt consumed him and he had no one to vent to

Also the jokes had increased on Jason's part, and he had begun to take it out on Damian

And his jokes began to become more dangerous

until one day on Damian's birthday Jason decided to play one last joke on him

He decided to put him inside the mouth of one of the animatronics, too bad not everything went well

The animatronic's jaw ended up crushing Damian's skull while he asked Jason to get him out of there

That had marked Jason forever, he had fallen into a deep depression

Your death and Damian's death filled him with guilt, he had killed one of his

He was a murderer

After a time of depression and self-harm Richard found him hanging in his room

Richard's mental state began to worsen, it seemed as if the world was against him

His life was full of misfortunes

The only thing that kept him afloat was a little voice in his head that told him not to give up

It sounded just like you

Then Bruce decided to disappear by moving somewhere and only leaving a farewell note

From time to time he sent Richard money but he had to work so as not to end up on the street

Because Bruce cared very little about his safety

Until one day Bruce called him, told him to go to sister location

He was going to refuse until Bruce confessed everything to Richard

You were there, or well

Your body was there, he told him that you died because of an animatronic and that your soul and body were there

And the only way to Freeing you was going back there, that was the only thing Bruce needed to tell Richard before he grabbed all his things to go to that abandoned pizzeria

He sighed nervously as he approached the pizzeria, he had lost you years ago

And the guilt continued to eat away at him

But this time he had another chance and he had to do whatever it took to free you from that hell

But it was just a trap, a trap disguised as hope and sweet lies

Your soul had been corrupted and the only thing left was hate and resentment

Resentment for the hate of the man who did this to you, the purple man

I hate you Bruce Wayne

But this time I will have my revenge, we will have our revenge

I am not afraid of you anymore, not anymore

reuploaded because for some reason tumblr deleted it lol

[reptilian-rapscallian]

Right I usually only talk about the marauders but I need to talk about Dan and Phil for a second because the fan response to the livestream ticketing is ridiculous.

I'm going to quickly preface this by saying that yes, the hidden service charges were INSANE and unfair, but they've since stated that starting today they're going to do partial refunds and lower the prices so that they're balanced better. It's very clear that they didn't know about the service charges, and people suddenly trying to imply that it was a malicious decision are driving me up the wall.

Since that initial issue, people have taken it as an opportunity to not only be overly critical, but to just insult them???

Firstly, £12 as a starter price for a livestream ticket is reasonable. Literally every theatre livestream ticket I've ever seen has started at £16-£18 and gone up from there, so realistically this is a reasonable price!! Chances are they did their best to get it as low as they possibly could without losing money. Tours are fucking expensive, with most people who tour either making minimal money or breaking even (something not even that), and running under the assumption that they're absolutely LOADED when they've been very open about the fact that they've got a mortgage to pay is WILD. They need to make money to be able to make content!!

Also, the vast majority of their content is free. They have far more free and readily available content than most other influencers out there. People are acting like it's insane to briefly put the tour behind a paywall, like wad didn't get ads blocked STRAIGHT after it became free and readily available. Also, it's not just access to the tour that you're paying for? There's a preshow/'red carpet', and then an after-party q&a if you've opted for the £16 or any of the merch bundles. If you don't want to pay, the tour will STILL be available to you at some point, and I think it's wild to act like it's unfair that they need to make money? I'm sorry, but they need to be able to pay their bills.

One thing I feel like it's most important to acknowledge is that you're not being forced to buy it. People are acting like they were held at gunpoint and forced to check out with the service fees. If PayPal checked you out without showing you the service fees (which is a PayPal glitch, not an issue from Dan and Phil), then you can get a refund pretty easily. If not, you can email and chances are you'll get a refund (if you want the whole cost back and not just the service fees because those are getting automatically refunded). However, acting like you saw the service fees, had the money and checked out anyway, means that Dan and Phil forced you to do it is WILD. Dan making a joke with a fan about skipping work (in which they called their job one of the most important in the world) is NOT Dan forcing everybody to miss life events for the livestream and I'm so confused about why people are seeing it that way. You're not obligated to do anything, and being mad at Dan and Phil for releasing merch bundles at all after buying one is genuinely unfathomable to me as a thought process.

Also, acting like they're not taking it seriously enough when they're actively doing what people asked and resolving the issue is wild??? If they had released an overly professional "statement" you guys would have jumped to call them cold and uncaring. This was easily the best way they could have resolved the issue, and I'm genuinely so confused by everybody being so willing to insult Phil's response as if he didn't do EXACTLY what people wanted them to do??? Also being mad at them specifically for the merch not being available internationally (which is definitely an issue) is insane because they don't actually control the merch shipments??? Like why are they suddenly expected to change something that chances are they don't know how to change???

Suddenly jumping to insult them personally, or going out of your way to accuse them of being hyper-capitalists is uncalled for and just plain rude. It was this shit that kept me from taking part in the online communities pre-hiatus, and I'm genuinely really frustrated to see it coming back. Acting like they're the biggest depiction of capitalism is insane. Have you ever shopped at Amazon? Literally any major supermarket? Any name brand ever? They're bigger examples of submitting to a capitalist regime than Dan and Phil!! As much as we can all (rightfully) criticise our capitalist society, we all have to feed into it to survive because it's so deeply ingrained into our lives. They need to eat, they need to pay their bills, and they're doing their best to make it fun for their audience.

Yes, the hidden service fees were insane. Yes, the merch bundles not being available internationally is upsetting. However, they're literally doing everything in their power to fix it, and were clearly unaware of these things before the tickets went on sale.

There's a difference between rightfully pointing out issues and just insulting them personally and being really shit about them??? They haven't forced you to buy anything and they're resolving the issue. Calm tf down.

[yurinaa-world]

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan, Sampo, Veritas Ratio, & Aventurine x female reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with female Nameless! reader who is secretly a phantom thief. stealing treasures around the galaxy that belonged to her deceased parents

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

It took you a while to slyly squirm between the vast amounts of people that are around the general’s office. Going into a place like that isn’t going to be helped just by looking at the schematics of the office willy-nilly

Charming people into being your ally with a couple of persuasion tactics is quite an easy feat for you. But the one you need to keep your eyes on is your dearest general who apparently shows up at every corner you take.

Every man has desires, right? Like not wanting to do work or being quite slothful when it comes to his work—you’ve seen him out and about, running around in places he shouldn’t be in. The night is no excuse. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the esteemed Arbiter-General,I hope this note finds you well. It is with great delight that I announce my next challenge—tonight, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, I shall claim what is rightfully mine. A certain treasured weapon in your collection calls to me, and I intend to take it.

I invite you to my stage; try and stop me.—Your Phantom Thief

A dancer needs a stage.

Tonight, his office will be your stage to dance on.

The moonlight filters through the windows, casting silver streaks across the polished floors. The weapon—the prize of the evening—rests upon its mantle, the marks on the blade almost glowing in the dark—with your name on the steel (not literally), but begging you to steal from its mantle.

That weapon was dear to you, And now, it was reduced to nothing more than decor in the office of the Arbiter-General.

How insulting.

You move silently, a phantom gliding through the dark, each step perfectly placed. The window behind you remains open, the cool breeze dripping from the window, which also will act as your escape. 

Your fingers hover just above the weapon’s hilt. Close—to close—

Then, a voice, low and amused:

“Tell me, thief, coming in here at this time of night, you went with your word, I'm quite flustered.”

A sharp jolt of adrenaline spikes through your veins. You turn your head, gaze settling on the figure near the entrance. Not that you’re too shocked—or even at all, just caught slightly off guard (since you didn't sense him in the slightest), but that's fine 

Jing Yuan leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, golden eyes sharp beneath half-lidded eyes—you can’t fooled by this laid-back attitude.

You let out a soft hum, fingers brushing the weapon’s hilt. “Flustered, General? I didn’t take you for the shy type.”

He chuckles, stepping forward. “Bold words for someone caught red-handed.”

You twirl the weapon in your grip, testing the weight. “Caught? Don’t forget I invited you to see my presence.”

Jing Yuan tilts his head, amusement flickering across his features. "Ah, so this is a performance, then? How gracious of you to send an invitation."

You twirl the weapon once more before resting it against your shoulder, light on your feet as you take a step back. "A dancer needs an audience, don't you think?"

The Arbiter-General chuckles, unhurried as he closes the distance between you. "And yet, you expect to leave before the final act?"

"Of course," you say smoothly, taking another step toward the open window. "A proper phantom never lingers for an encore."

Jing Yuan exhales a mock sigh, placing a hand over his chest. "How cruel. And here I was, hoping to ask my esteemed guest for a dance."

You smirk behind your mask. "Then keep up, General."

With a flick of your wrist, a small, metallic sphere drops to the floor between you.

The second it makes contact, a burst of thick, shimmering smoke explodes outward, swallowing the room in a dense haze.

You feel the shift in the air before you see him, his hand reaching for you through the smoke. A mere second’s delay, but it’s enough for him to grasp the edge of your cloak just as you leap onto the windowsill.

For a moment, you’re tethered to him.

A single thread in the grand performance.

Then, with a sharp twist, the fabric tears, and you slip free right through the window

You’ve got a chokehold on his heart. He loves the mysterious personality, makes his heartbeat with how swiftly he moved and caught off guard—even slipping through his guards. 

Only a few days or so before the realization hits. It’s odd, right, the second the Astral Express made its appearance, the weapon went missing just like that. Makes the gears in his turn to you—a gut feeling you could say, like a little slip up from your part made the puzzle pieces match up. That ripped piece of cloak remained in his hands till he got his hand on you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The torn piece of your cloak never left his possession.

Jing Yuan kept it between his fingers, idly twirling it as he mulled over the events of that night. The way you moved—put him in utter awe, he was so sure that he got but you slipped from his grasp just like that (if that isn’t something then what is).

Jing Yuan wasn’t one to rush things—no, a hunter doesn’t startle his prey before the trap is set. Instead, he watched. Observed. Let you think you had slipped away completely unnoticed.

One second, you were standing there, and the next—a firm yet effortless tug had you pinned against the nearest wall, a warmth pressing against your back. His voice traced with amusement, ghosted over your ear.

"Ah," Jing Yuan mused as if greeting an old friend. "What a troublesome little phantom you are."

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t struggle. No, that would be too obvious. Instead, you tilted your head slightly, faking innocence. "General, this is quite the way to welcome someone. Should I be flattered?"

His grip didn’t tighten, but he didn’t let go either. "Flattered? I’d say caught is the better word."

You felt it then—something brushing against your shoulder before it was raised before your eyes. That small, torn piece of your cloak, held between his fingers like a prized relic.

Your lips curled into a smirk behind your mask of feigned composure. "I’d say you're quite sentimental, keeping that."

Jing Yuan chuckled, and that was the dangerous part—the way he wasn’t angry, wasn’t accusing. Just entertained. Thoroughly entertained.

"Keeping it?" He hummed, lowering his lips just near your ear. "No, no. I was simply holding onto it until I could return it to its rightful owner."

"How generous of you," you mused, your voice steady despite the weight of his presence. "But I must admit, General, I don’t recall asking for it back."

Jing Yuan exhaled a soft chuckle, his grip still firm, keeping you in place as though he were indulging in a moment he had long anticipated. "Mm, true," he conceded. "But you did leave in quite a hurry. I thought it only fair to return what was left behind."

You can't but a scoff leave your lips as you look to the side—this wasn’t what he expected"And here I thought you’d be more interested in the weapon I took rather than a scrap of fabric."

"Who’s to say I can’t be interested in both?"

💫𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"’

How funny, He wasn't doing anything shady,  he's not that type of guy y’know,  sure, it was odd that you both were at the exact same museum at the exact same time of the night, BUT! He was just checking the place out and not doing anything bad per se. 

Maybe his butter fingers were looking for a certain painting to take from the museum for quite a high-paying client of his, only to run in out of nowhere with your cool moves and leave him there to deal with the guards and be thrown into jail.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the Curators of the Everwinter City Museum,

The painting in your possession was never yours to keep. Tonight, I’ll be taking it back.

Do what you will—I’ll see you at midnight.

—Your Phantom Thief <3

That painting was nearly yours.

Just against the wall of the museum with a small tether around the painting to keep guess from getting too close to the piece of art with some reinforced glass to protect the piece. It belonged to you and only you.

A few more seconds, and it would be back where it belonged.

But before she could make her final move, a slow, amused clap echoed through the dimly lit room.

“Well, well. Here I was, thinking I’d have to go through a whole song and dance to get my hands on that.” 

you sized him up. “And you are?”

Sampo pressed a hand to his chest, faking offence. “C’mon now, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of me! Sampo Koski—businessman, entrepreneur, and, in this case, the rightful owner of that painting.”

Of course, you knew him.

You raised an eyebrow beneath your mask. “Rightful?”

“Well, rightful once I deliver it to a very generous client,” he admitted with a grin. “And let me tell you, they are paying a lot for it. So, how about we make this easy? You walk away, I take the painting, and no one has to get in trouble.”

Then, in one swift motion, he lunged—not at you, but at the painting.

Clever. He was trying to force you into a choice: either fight him for it or lose it entirely.

you twisted away, evading his grasp, and the chase began.

You led him through the showroom, past display cases and velvet ropes, weaving through the maze of priceless artifacts. Sampo was grinning the whole time, his own amusement growing as he tried to cut her off at every turn.

Then, just as he thought he had you trapped—

A sudden blare of alarms filled the room.

Sampo barely had time to register the sound before the security doors slammed shut behind him.

He blinked. Then looked at you, who was perched on the railing of an upper-floor balcony, painting secured under your arm.

"I’d stay and chat, but you look like you’ve got company.”

Sampo turned just in time to see guards storm into the room.

"Hey—!" He raised his hands, backing up. "Now, fellas, I know how this looks—”

Just like how he got out of that jail cell by being a slimy worm, he can do the same by finding you out—why? You stole his thunder, put him in jail, basically made him lose big bucks on this simple deal; live in his head rent and that is no can do for dear ol’ Sampo. A week or so to find your pretty face.

Just for him to find that you are his dear old friend the Astral Express, how about you two make a deal?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

At first, it's just a tiny,  grudge. That thief got him thrown in prison.

One moment, he was trying to secure a high-paying deal, and the next, he was on the floor, guards dragging him away, all because some masked woman thought she was clever. He spent weeks in a cold, miserable cell, spinning lie after lie just to escape.

And worst of all, he lost one of the biggest clients he had.

They say, in business, there are wins and losses but this was too big of a loss for him to let go.

And maybe he was into your mysteriousness, it put him to shame. You were the only thing he could think about while he spent the days in prison.

Sliding into the seat across from her, he gave her his best charming-but-wounded grin. “You know, most people would send a little care package. Maybe a ‘Sorry for letting you rot in jail’ card.”

you didn’t even look up. “I’m not most people.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Clearly.”

There was a pause. Then you finally looked at him, unimpressed. “How’d you figure it out?”

Sampo leaned back, grin widening. “Oh, I put the pieces together while starin’ at those lovely cell walls. Y’see, I had a lotta time to think, thanks to someone.”

Sampo’s grin didn’t waver, but there was an edge to it now, something sharper beneath the usual easy charm.

“At first, I thought about holding a grudge,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Because, y’know, getting locked up in a frozen cell for weeks? Not exactly my idea of a vacation.”

You didn’t react. Just watched him, silent, patient. It was infuriating how unreadable you were.

Sampo leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “But then I got to thinking… You didn’t just steal a painting. You stole my deal. You stole my time. And the worst part?” His smirk twitched, a little too forced. 

“I spent all those days in prison thinking about you,”

You can’t help but scoff at his words—but he seemed serious on his part.

“Perhaps we take some time and understand each other differences.” 

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

He felt things were off, small sensors were never seen on the cameras before, or The same sensors somehow were on the door, he’s doubtful for any reason Herta’s space station would have something like that, but the other folks there told him otherwise. 

Until that letter made its appearance that confirmed his suspicions.  

Yet when he went to check on the artifacts later on, he found you and your grubby little fingers all over the precious release—your dirty hands ready to steal knowledge away, which is something he can not allow. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the Brilliant Minds of Herta Space Station,

Your relic has waited long enough—it’s time it came home. Tonight, I’ll be taking it. Feel free to make it interesting.

See you soon.

—Your Phantom Thief 

"Late, are we?" he mused to you. "Disappointing."

Your grubby little hands so close to touching the artifacts, before getting stopped by a voice—not that it scared you, but you thought you got rid of all the rats in the space station from getting in the way.

You sighed, straightening up but not turning around just yet. "And here I thought the esteemed Dr. Ratio would be a bit more subtle," you said, rolling your wrist as if the whole thing bored you. "Do you always greet your guests with such little faith?"

“You? Insinuating someone as yourself as a guest, don’t be so delusional.”

You finally turned to face him, your mask concealing the small smirk tugging at your lips. "Ouch. And here I was hoping for a warmer welcome."

Dr. Ratio didn’t bite at your words, he knows better than to do so. Funny, he was wearing that hideous bust.

"You know," you continued, eyes glancing over his figure, "if you spent less time making yourself look... distinguished and more on actually stopping me, you might have had a chance."

Dr. Ratio raised a brow, his gaze flicking over to the relic, then back to you. "Such confidence for someone who’s standing in front of me," he replied dryly, his voice laced with a challenge. "I hope you realize, delusional or not, I'm not letting you take it."

You can’t help but grin at those words

“You know what, I have to thank you, for giving him another idea for the next thing to swipe.”

Dr. Ratio exhaled sharply, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Oh? And what exactly would that be?"

You took a step closer, tilting your head slightly as if considering your answer. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you tossed a small device toward the relic’s display case. A sharp click echoed as the lights dimmed just a fraction—a misdirection, a sleight of hand. His attention barely wavered, but that was all the time you needed.

By the time the lights steadied, the relic was gone.

But something else was missing.

Dr. Ratio's eyes narrowed. His hand twitched toward his collar as if adjusting his posture—but no, his bust.

It was gone.

You twirled it between your fingers as you stepped back into the shadows, the absurd gold-rimmed likeness catching the dim light. "Distinguished indeed," you mused, barely containing your laughter. "Not my usual bonus prize, but I couldn't resist."

You gave him a playful salute, the bust and artifact still in hand. “I’ll be sure to put it somewhere special.”

And with that, you vanished, leaving only a faint trace of laughter in your wake.

He's quite furious in the moment, You had stolen his bust—that phenomenal face-sculpted mask that he always wears, your fingers were able to get the better of him and steal something that was literally on his head. Ridiculous.

If you truly believe you’ll get away with this then you’re sorely mistaken. He’ll have you figured out in mere hours, he’s a man of knowledge after all. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It doesn’t take him long.

For all your skill, wit, and misdirection, you made one crucial mistake: you underestimated him. Dr. Ratio has always prided himself on his intellect, and this time is no different. The way you moved, the subtle way you carried yourself, the moments where you seemed just a little too familiar with high-security systems—it was enough for him to start watching you. And when he watches, he finds answers.

So when he finally confirms it, he doesn’t waste time with pointless theatrics. No grand confrontation, no drawn-out accusations—just a simple, inevitable checkmate.

You took his bust and an artifact, he won’t let this go

You return to the back to the herta’s space station, so shamelessly, only to find Dr. Ratio waiting for you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The moment you step past him, his voice cuts through the air.

“I must say, you really had me fooled. Or at least, you tried.”

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn to meet Dr. Ratio’s golden eye, glowing with sharp amusement. He stands in your path, posture relaxed yet deliberate, like a predator that has already snared its prey.

“A phantom thief, masquerading as a Nameless. How utterly predictable of you.” His tone is as smooth as ever, but there’s something razor-sharp beneath it.

Your mind races through possible explanations, quick lies, anything that could throw him off—but one glance at him tells you it’s already too late. He knows. He’s known for a while.

Still, you refuse to make it easy for him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your voice is steady, casual even, as you fold your arms and raise a brow. “But if you’re looking for a compliment on your detective work, I’d say you need to try harder. I’ve been nothing but an upstanding citizen.”

Dr. Ratio chuckles, low and amused. “Oh? Upstanding citizens don’t typically steal priceless artifacts—let alone my bust.”

you blink. Then, without missing a beat, you grin.

"Your bust? Oh, please. I prefer to think of it as a… relocation. It looks much better in my collection."

Dr. Ratio exhales through his nose, shaking his head as if you’re the most amusing thing he’s come across in ages. “A thief with an ego. How original.” He steps closer, his golden eye gleaming with something between intrigue and satisfaction. “Though I must admit, it takes a special kind of arrogance to waltz back in here so shamelessly. Were you testing me?”

You shrug. “Would it be so bad if I was?”

His smirk deepens. "Not at all. In fact, I quite enjoy being tested—especially when the outcome is so predictable."

“Then if I'm so predictable, steal it back from me, Doctor.”

Somehow he likes those words.

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

He’s a man with many treasures and money with many wanting to nab some of his riches away with him. None have truly done so always getting caught by him. Pity, it is fun watching their little “heists” and soon fail almost Immediately.  

Only when you leave him speechless in your appearance, holding the pretty neckless—which first caught his eye when he saw it— in between your fingers with a smile on your face. He feels his heart racing at a challenge. Just disappearing without even bothering or threatening him

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To Aventurine, one of the ten stone hearts,

A precious thing should be where it belongs. You understand that better than anyone, don’t you?

I’ll be reclaiming the pendant soon. Consider this a courtesy—an opportunity to turn the odds in your favor, if you think you can.

Midnight. Try and stop me.

—The Phantom Thief

Usually, heists when it comes to his collections, never work out, they always get caught. When he saw your letter he didn’t take seriously, since ‘that's what they all say’ 

Until he saw you.

Standing in his private vault, completely at ease. No fear, no panic—just a quiet confidence as you held the pendant between your fingers. The same pendant that had once caught his eye, gleaming under the dim lights of the few lamps turned on, in his home.

For the first time, Aventurine was left speechless. Not because of the theft itself, but because you knew he wouldn’t stop you. And strangely enough, he didn’t.

“You don’t mind I take this back, you already have many pieces of jewelry, one missing won’t do you harm.”

Blowing him a gentle kiss before slipping away from his gaze into the night, just as the guards arrive.

Far late. 

You utterly stole his heart. He felt his thoughts completely overran by that night. Perhaps regretting not saying anything in that moment, if he did maybe your ‘conversation’ could’ve led on for more than the short words that were exchanged.

It takes him a while but he wants to meet you again. Even if you would take all of his jewels this time.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Since that night, his thoughts had been filled with one person.

You.

The recollection of your victorious smirk, the glint in your eyes as you stood there, so confident in his home, haunted him. He had let you go, and now, your absence was more than he would ever acknowledge. Maybe if he had been more vocal, drawn out the conversation a little bit longer, things would have turned out differently. But he had hesitated. And you had vanished.

And Aventurine didn't like being left in the dark.

It was time, but he pieced it together. The rumors, the trends, the thefts across different worlds—it all pointed to one person. You. And as it would later turn out, you were closer than he expected.

The realization hit him like a good hand. You weren't just a fleeting mystery; you were someone he had already encountered more than once.

You were a Nameless.

The revelation didn't anger him. Instead, it thrilled him. You'd been in his face the entire time, double-dealing in two identities so seamlessly. The friendly Astral Express member by day, the dark phantom burglar by night.

So, now what?

Aventurine wasn't the type to be blabbing secrets in your face. No, he had something far more delectable in mind. He wanted to see how long you'd think you could keep up the charade, how long you could stand there and hold his gaze without realizing he already knew everything.

And above all else, he wanted to see you again—on your terms, this time.

So he did something for you.

A plain card, inserted in your belongings while you weren't paying attention. No threat, no accusation—just a letter scribbled in neat, purposeful writing.

"It took me long enough, but I found you. Do you find me now?"

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[itsdappleagain]

Hello. I want to introduce an interesting concept that I read about recently called "casteism." It defines the systemic hierarchies in places like the United States. It's going to take race and racism out of the picture for a second. Let's take the US as an example, since I live there.

In America, the dominant caste- those with the most historical legal and societal privilege- are white people. If we want to go further into that, we can define castes in other areas as well, such as gender or sexuality. For example, a heterosexual white man is the most privileged and represented in the United States (always has been able to vote marry, own property, not be considered property, etc.), whereas a queer Black woman is among the least privileged and represented. These hierarchies were instituted a couple hundred years ago with the institution of slavery in the USA, and its our job in the modern age to recognize where the biases we grow up with come from and how we can overcome them.

I don't know if or not you're American, but Tumblr has a huge amount of USAmericans on it and a lot of the shows discussed in this post are American, so lets say it applies.

So, consider this. Was the only representation for white men in media as an insulting caricature of a criminal, thug, idiot, or submissive caretaker to someone "more important?" If you call the cops on a white man for taking a walk in his own neighborhood, does he get shot for it? Did white men used to only be allowed into the country as property? The answer is no, because white men are in the dominant caste in America, and always have been.

So, you were raised in this caste system where white people have always been considered to be above other races, or are influenced by it. There exists messaging and systemic issues everywhere in the US that drill that system into our heads from a young age. Cops and judges are more likely to arrest and convict Black youths for the same crimes that a white kid is given a slap on the wrist for- especially if they are less well off and unable to afford a good lawyer, as is often the case. The convicted person is then behind on education, unable to get a job beyond minimum wage positions, and the cycle of poverty continues.

This does not, and let me really emphasize this to you, occur with white people.

So, let's cycle back around. You said:

"while the comic is about people discriminating against shows with a female lead by focusing on the white guy, the comic implies the show is already discriminative."

So the show is "discriminating" against the white guy by...not having a white guy as the focus?? Help me understand what you're saying here, seriously. If writers and showrunners are able to win the fight to put a non-white woman in the leading role of a show, a role that is just handed to white men and has been for hundreds of years, that's discriminating against the hypothetical white guy by not being about him?

"If somebody is racist towards a white guy, that's fine, because a specific few that aren't even alive anymore were bad people? Well then we can also justify racism against black people, as there have been a handful that've killed and stolen."

How and why do you think that's what racism is??? You think racism happens because someone in their entire race was a bad person at some point??? The issue in the United States is that it used to be legal to OWN SLAVES, and after slavery was abolished (except in prisons) there were still systemic injustices. I could go on for hours on this subject, but I won't right now.

So, okay, let's wrap back around to "That's the exact same attitude biphobes and aphobes have, claiming there's no discrimination against bisexual people or asexual people."

Hi. I'm asexual. No it's not. Your argument for making something not be about the white guy is actually akin to "straight pride." Heterosexuals are part of the dominant caste. Bisexuals and asexuals are not. Discrimination exists because they are different from the dominant caste (straight), just like discrimination existing towards non-white people because they are different from the dominant caste (white), or discrimination existing towards women, intersex, genderqueer, trans, or nonbinary people because they are different from the dominant caste (cis male).

In conclusion, members of the dominant caste who are not and have never been systemically discriminated against don't experience discrimination. I'm white. White people don't experience discrimination for being white. Consistently overlooking non-white, non-male, and/or queer characters in favor of a white male character is an issue in fandom spaces (and other ones, good lord. I'm thinking of the Barbie Oscars).

Others please chime and correct me if anything in this response is wrong concerning systemic racism and everything. I read about a lot of this recently in a book called Caste by Isabel Wilkerson, and I recommend it if you want to read more on America's caste system and how Nazi Germany referenced it when drafting the Nuremberg Laws.

If you comment something stupid and/or unnecessary on this I will reply with critical thinking questions.

[errorbillsans]

Forced marriage with Yandere (for the heir that the families need to continue their power and traditions)

Yandere duke x gn! Reader

You stomp away angrily as you hear your father calling you but you were too angry to even insult him, you reach your room and slam the door closed and go towards your desk and start rummaging for your cigarettes.

You light one up and go and sit near the window and start taking puffs of your cigarette'of course my own fucking father signs a contract so I would have to marry and have a child with that asshole of a duke!' You think angrily.

You don't bother turning around when you hear the door open then close as the person invites themselves into the room "you know its unbecoming of the future spouse of the duke to be smoking" the man stated as you finally turn around and glare at him.

"Does it look like I care? I'm being forced to marry you!"you say angrily as take another puff from the cigarette,he frowns "its what we agreed on since we were kids and I'm just making it official" you stump the cigarette on the ash tray and stare angrily at him "you are a psychopath is what you are, you killed the love of my life!" You scream at him.

Without a moments hesitation he slaps you harshly making your head turn from the force of the slap , you stay silent for a moment as you touch your cheek and glare at him with tears stinging your eyes "how...how dare you.." You mutter.

"I will not have my future spouse talk like that to me, espically the one who will give birth our child" he snarls as you stare at him in anger and fear.

"And if you even think about doing anything drastic ,you shall be locked up in your room for your whole life" he says cruelly , as you let out silent sobs as grabs you and holds you close"you will never leave my side my love" he says while kissing your cheeks.

[glorifiedinglory]

“Caitlyn is a domestic abuser, a sexual predator, and a fascist” Nobody deserves to be called slurs, insulted, or anything of the sort. But I’m curious as to why you'd dish out something you can't take. Yelling names like domestic abuser, sexual predator, and fascist towards a fictional character like Caitlyn and in turn, oversimplifying the true nature of these things usually is cause for people to get enraged and say things in a fit of rage. You are practically making a mockery of these true tragedies with this inaccurate reductionism. Using hard-hitting words to get a snarky point across.

And this moral purity of "Oh she was so innocent and sweet in the first season," is proof you don't truly understand what the show was conveying with Caitlyn's character. She wasn't a justice and freedom fighter for Zaun in season one, she was always pampered, coddled, and sheltered but you don't see it that way so now you believe it was a regression of her character. She merely scratched the surface of injustice in Zaun. She was never as enlightened on social issues as people make it out to be.

I would like to also add an edit. While reviewing the reblogs of this post, I noticed that someone who hasn't even watched Arcane seized the opportunity to “criticize widely beloved female characters” because they just “love” it. Perhaps I misunderstood their intentions, but I find it very strange and unsettling that show criticism is evolving into a breeding ground for misogyny.

The fact I've been very publicly insulted and harassed including called slurs just for mildly criticising Caitlyn's writing in season 2 just means I'll keep doing it more. Caitlyn is a domestic abuser and a sexual predator and a fascist. The writers did season 1 Caitlyn dirty. She was a lovely, kind, and caring person who'd never do any of those things. Please keep making Vi x Gert artwork and fics in my honour if the stans ever find my address!

[tamoscringecorner]

FiddleStan headcanons! (HORRAY NO MORE TOXIC OLD MAN YAOI!!)

-Fidds is the one who cuts Stan's hair and generally takes care of it and Stan in general

-Stan owns one of those cheesy "kiss the cook" apron's and each time he is cooking he jestures to it saying "food ain't free ya know, pay up, honey" with a smug look on his face and much go his surprise after Fidds had a quick laugh at his boyfriend's stupid yet adorable antics he'd do so

-Stan is the one who makes breakfast and when he does so he always cuts the eggs into hearts or drizzles the syrup to say "morning Fidds" on it

-Fidds adores saying cringe nerdy science pick up lines like "are you a pile of bones? Because i dig you!" Or "my love for you is like pi, never ending!"

-As a response Stan would say something back like "Damn baby, are you a parking ticket? Cuz you've got fine written all over you" and they would go back and forth till they were dying of laughter and one managed to it fluster the other

-They sometimes tease each other with playful insults like "country bumpkin" or "city rat"

-Stan always insists on Fidds wearing his clothes because frankly he finds it concerning how many years he spent in just overalls and a hat

-Every year they celebrate the day Stan opened the mystery shack and when Fidds recovered from his insanity

-Fidds is making Stan cut back his drinking and smoking and so far he has made good prgress

-If they are walking outside and it's 0 or just -1 Stan will offer his coat and if he refuses then he pulls him closer and makes some lame excuse like "this is just to make sure ya don't freeze yer ass out here, idiot.."

-Stan likes to flex on Fidds by lifting a table for example with Fidds then casually picking him up with one arm while he is reading without a care in the world

-Fidds owns a yt channel with him posting lovey songs he made for Stan and Stan sometimes helps with the melody of the banjo or being a guest and singing along with him providing lyrics

-At first Stan hated or pretended to hate it when Fidds would call him "pretty boy but now he just blushes and says "really..?"

-Fidds sometime relapses and has meltdowns whenever he sees something from his such as a picture of his son or old newspapers with him in it and would just disappear for a couple of days

-When Fidds would return to his senses he would be rather embarrassed of his behavior but Stan would always be there to comfort him

-Stan sometimes due to PTSD wakes up in the middle of the might shaking and sobbing from nightmares, each time this happens Fidds is next to him and spends the whole night if needed to comfort him

-Stanley's greatest fear is messing things up with his new family and his bf

-Fiddleford's greatest fear is losing his memory and losing and forgetting Stanley like he did with so many others

Like what ya read? Welp don't worry! There is more coming soon depending on how this post does!

[gender-critical-analytical]

the way some of you clearly think bisexuals don't experience actual attraction and feelings for people, but rather decide ahead of time if they want a man or a woman this time and then just go and pick whoever comes into their line of sight next is so obvious and definitely makes me think you all don't need to speak on things you don't know about

[danadiadea]

I couldn't agree more, this should be called "Marauders AU", not "Marauders fandom". If you like Voldemort, who is supportive of Muggleborns and Muggles – you don't like his character. If you stan Hermione, who's an elitist pureblood aristocrat – you stan an OOC. And liking AU/OOC characters is fine, as long as people don't make supposedly canon takes about them, don't fight the ones who defend or criticise the characters based on the actual information that is accessible equally to all the people in the fandom and don't make people think that your AU is an "interpretation of canon" that exuses for some pretty serious shit. With Marauders fandom that unfortunately went really, really not well. Every time this topic arises, I'm reminded of how @lilithofpenandbook wrote that before she'd read the books she believed that Severus asked Lily out, she rejected him, he called her a Mudblood then and James teased him for it – because this is how the fandom presented it. And stuff like this influences the experience people have in the fandom overall.

My personal experience with HP became way worse since the new-age Marauders fandom appeared, to be honest. Hating on Snape became the only "correct" option specifically because this fandom needed to justify Marauders mistreatment of him and started inventing or exaggerating things, which resulted in an outrageous wave of victimblaming. People disliked and hated Snape before, sure, but his fans weren't accused of liking a stalker-abuser-incel-nazi-school shooter who deserved whatever happened to him. Snape haters in the old days mostly used canon arguments, so it was a question of just different moral coordinate systems among fans and (in my opinion) underappreciation of context, but not of claiming things that never ever happened anywhere but in ATYD! This fandom also twisted other characters I enjoyed, like Regulus or Barty, because even though they are not hated, the content about their OC's is not what I interacted with before the Marauders fandom, it just has nothing in common with them at this point. Characters from the actual books are totally erased, and if you talk about their canon personalities and actions – you receive threats or insults or at best get gatekeeped.

I think wanting to reload your brain with some simpler thropes and stories sometimes is valid, I just don't understand why do you need to push those simplified aesthetical personalities on characters whom they don't fit? This reaches the point of absurdity, because if you want to write wolfstar with somewhat simplistic characters and the dynamics of a big strong rebel/emotional drama twink, then why are Sirius and Remus in such unsuitable roles for themselves? How on earth is a tall, traditionally masculine man with bikes and naked women on his posters suitable for the second role? And why the hell would the epitome of privilege James Potter be POC? Not to say that when personalities based on shallow aesthetics become not the occasional interpretation for some more lighthearted works, but something that a large part of the fanbase shares without question – it can't be healthy for the discourse in the fandom, because it disparages the complexity literature is supposed to depict and empathy it has to evoke. Classism and lookism and romanticising disabilities don't help either.

Obviously, those things weren't invented by the Marauders fandom, but they were intensified or brought to the HP fandom. So yeah, I guess I'd be happier if you people called it Marauders AU at least, because I don't understand why I have to deal with your eroding influence.

Hi, regarding your "People who defend James’s stripping Severus in front of the entire school" Post. I am struggling with this from time to time, but I also like to ponder and discuss so:

I really like the fandom version of the Marauders, and I honestly do not really care for Snape because in the fics and art I interact with he is usually not part of. (I also read a lot of Muggle AU etc.. And I think another huge part is that I never really thought about how young he technically still was as a teacher because of Alan Rickman´s age. As a child I simply disliked him and never had an opinion on the Marauders as they appear so little in the movies. I guess it´s hard to move on from that?) What the Marauders did in Canon to Severus, and probably other students, was horrible. I agree. I also think Snape has his faults too, but the abuse against him shouldn´t be excused "because he was mean too". If you abuse and abuser, it´s still abuse.

I guess my question is what´s your opinion on the take to like the fanon version but not the canon version?

"The lengths some people go to twist facts and canon to conveniently excuse their favourite characters’ actions because they can’t accept them as they were is honestly incredible. Or maybe they just need to tell themselves they’re not fans of a couple of rich, abusive bullies because deep down they’d feel terrible about it—who knows."

To take the potential the Marauders have, the idea of a tight friend group in a magical school, explore different family dynamics... I like to play around with that and what was made of it. I think I can do that while acknowledging that what they did in canon was bad. It´s why I struggle with canon compliant stories, like their behaviour sucked. If I only knew the canon version I would not like them because I wouldn´t like "rich, abusive bullies". But changing the characters and their actions is, to me, part of what makes fanfics fun?

And of course I could do the same for Snape. But I didn´t and there is probably a lot to unpack on why I mostly ignore him. But. ultimately, to like him I would have to change him a lot from canon too. What the Marauders did as kids might have actually been worse (?) but how he became later makes me dislike him and for the Marauders we have more freedom to interpret how they turned out as adults. (Even though I just said changing the story is part of fandom and I could just make Snape nice... There are so many contradictions in all my thoughts on this topic)

Okay, this got really long and aybe a bit all over the place. You don´t have to answer this. But if you have any thought´s I´d be interested in hearing them :) This is also my first ever anon ask and I really don´t want to fight on this topic I just have a lot of thoughts.

My problem is precisely that the characters this new generation of the fandom has invented are unbearably boring. A bunch of normie kids who dress like Zendaya and her friends in Euphoria and have average teen drama issues that seem straight out of a cheap Netflix series. I mean, where’s the appeal in that? Where’s the appeal in turning Sirius into a whiny twink who just goes around pining for Remus Lupin—who, by the way, has suddenly become some sort of sassy alpha male—when their canon dynamic is way more interesting? When Sirius in canon is a guy with temper issues who thinks that just because he went to Gryffindor and has the “right ideas,” he’s managed to shake off the stigma of being a Black, yet remains as arrogant and violent as the rest of his family? When he has good intentions but has never really confronted who he is, where he comes from, and how ignoring that won’t make his behavior any less problematic? When he’s willing to do anything for James but simultaneously capable of deliberately ignoring Remus’s well-being? When he’s a rebel but still falls into the same abusive, hegemonic behaviors he was raised in? When it seems like his opposition to his family is a conscious choice, but it’s actually just the result of his mommy issues? He’s an incredibly complex character in canon, full of contradictions, and there’s so much interesting psychological exploration to be done with him. And you’re seriously telling me you prefer an OC with his name invented by the fandom who just cries over his non-canon boyfriend and feels validated because he paints his nails? Seriously???

Are you seriously telling me that James from the fandom—the goofy puppy dog protagonist pulled straight out of every cliché teen movie—is more interesting than canon James Potter, who is blessed with the wonderful depth of class hypocrisy for analysis and exploration? Are you really saying that a flat, soap-opera-level stereotype is better to write or develop than a rich kid who had every reason to be a Cedric Diggory but chose to be a Draco Malfoy? Are you really telling me it’s more interesting to write about the feminist girlboss icon of the 21st century that you’ve turned Lily Evans into rather than a complex, contradictory female character like the one in canon: a girl from a working-class town, spoiled and adored by her parents, who finds herself for the first time in a world that makes her feel even more special but where she doesn’t quite fit because of her background? Someone who, in her effort to fit in and be recognized, creates an image of herself as moralistic and perfect, yet in truth doesn’t stand up for or care about anything unless it directly affects her? The bullies target Mary Macdonald, and she doesn’t lift a finger or say a word until it suits her to end her friendship with Severus. She’s supposedly Severus’s best friend, but at the same time, she downplays the bullying he endures and even flirts with his abuser. She’s supposedly the epitome of morality, yet she marries a bully. Do you know how much room there is to flesh out those gaps? The things that aren’t clear? The sheer depth you can draw from that? And you seriously prefer a character ripped out of a 2012 Taylor Swift song over that? Is that honestly more interesting to you?

Do you really think that the sassy alpha-male version of Remus Lupin, full of quick-witted one-liners, is more compelling than the kid who disapproved of his friends’ actions but stayed silent out of desperation to preserve the safe space they represented for him? Who felt consistently left out of the bond James and Sirius shared? Who, even when what they did seemed utterly immoral, stepped aside because deep down he was so afraid of rejection that it made him a coward and a hypocrite? Who eventually drifted away from his entire group of friends because of his inferiority complex to the point that they even thought he was a traitor? One of his supposed friends nearly used him as a weapon to commit murder, and he forgave him without a word because he knew that standing up to him might mean losing everything. Are you really telling me that the cheap romantic drama version is more interesting than all of that in terms of exploring a character and the dynamics of dysfunctional friendships within that group? Really? Are you seriously saying you’d rather pretend Peter was just “there” than delve into how they treated him like a pet because he went along with all their mischief and they underestimated him so much they never realized they had a sadist among them? You prefer a convenient, nice Peter over a dark, deeply flawed one? Really?

Yes, the dynamic among the Marauders is fascinating, but it’s fascinating because it’s dysfunctional, full of power imbalances, clear differences in the relationships within the group, and a ton of things that don’t make sense unless you provide a coherent and in-depth explanation. It’s in that dysfunction where the intrigue, the plot, and the character exploration lie—not in creating an idyllic, problem-free group of friends whose drama arises from stereotypical romantic relationships. Not in creating OCs with canon names who bear no resemblance to the actual characters and have the depth of a sheet of paper. Sorry, but no.

And sorry, but I’m not buying the argument that the Marauders are “easier to explore” just because Sirius and Remus made it to adulthood, and Thewlis and Oldman were already in their 40s when they played their characters, making them middle-aged like Rickman. And Snape was their same age and spent the same school years with them.

So yeah, it’s fine if you’re not interested in a character, but the excuse is always, “I haven’t seen much of that character to be interested in them.” Well, if you only move in your own echo chamber, and that chamber happens to be full of haters, obviously you’re not going to see much. There’s a huge Snape fandom with tons of headcanons, people constantly creating and writing all kinds of content with all sorts of pairings and perspectives on him—you just have to look for it. I mean, literally, everything we know about the Marauders is because of Snape. Their youth only exists to enrich and explain Snape’s character. If we know anything about Lily and James, it’s because they serve to fill in Snape’s backstory. Otherwise, we would have only had the adult versions Harry imagines or knows (Remus, Sirius, and Peter), and we’d know nothing about what happened before. There is no Marauders fandom without Snape, because the concept of the Marauders as teenagers exists because of and for Snape’s backstory.

So honestly, my problem isn’t with the fandom but with the new fandom and its vision of the characters. Characters that don’t exist because they don’t resemble canon and instead feel like self-inserts with canon names. And I find it a waste because canon is so rich, and its characters are so unexplored, yes, but if explored coherently, they’re far more interesting than if they’re just turned into inconsistent projections.

[count-woe-laf]

heyy

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[sovietyaoi]

I do know what „sodomite” means, and since you seem to believe I don’t I’m going to tell you more – it doesn’t necessarily have to mean gay, people in middle ages couldn’t even agree what exactly it means, so neither can historians today, and it differs depending on the situation but it can refer to male homosexuality in general, a specific type of male homosexuality, any type of promiscuous behavior (and promiscuous behavior could mean pretty much any type of sexual activity outside of procreation in marriage) or bestiality. And anyway Ferid doesn’t seem to be offended by Crowley calling him that, I don’t see where you got that from?

As for the interview I can’t find it, it’s probably not available in English, my bad. I only saw a post where it says that Kagmi likes the movie and that the story is similar to that of Ferid and Crowley, but as I said IWTV is so much of a classic that it’s not a stretch to say they were inspired by. Also I mostly used it to show how relationships between vampire and his maker are being portrayed by media so my point still stands.

And yes, Ferid does refer to the situation with kids? Like I really don’t think it takes that much of reading comprehension skills to understand it. The “that” refers to the children’s he’s thinking about desire for women and strength, you literally just cut it out, which I have no idea why you would do that considering I have access to novels too.

I still cannot see how Ferid expressing any type of interest in women means he cannot be attracted to men too. I don’t know what where you referring to when you said he worships women, but you can make him out to be as much of ladies man as you’d like and it still doesn’t mean he can’t be attracted to men too. Two things can be true at the same time.

Curious how when Ferid flirts and banters with Crowley you say he’s only doing it to annoy him, because it stops him from being suicidal, but when he does it with any other character it’s a proof that he’s attracted to them. You see the main difference is that with Crowley you can actually tell they both enjoy it and it goes deeper than just mindless teasing. Like this:

Or the bus episode:

This scene is so important because it shows Crowley making Ferid genuinely surprised and happy.

I’m going to say it for the last time. Vampire’s in OnS do not have familial relationship, even thought they share blood they do not reproduce sexually so it doesn’t matter and lastly, even if you see it as incest it still doesn’t matter because they are not human so human inhibition about incest don’t apply to them. It’s like in greek mythology. Incest was considered immoral when humans did it (like Oedipus) but not when gods did, because human laws don’t apply to them. There is no reason why they would apply to vampires.

As for the reason why I defend crowferi, it’s really simple, I think it’s not that hard to realize it – I love crowferi and I love talking about it and luckily I’ll never run out of chances to do it thanks to self-proclaimed crowferi “haters” who can’t seen to shut up about it.

And lastly you’re really not gaining anything by insulting my intelligence, you’re only discrediting yourself as a matter of fact. You can't attest how smart somebody is simply based on the fact that they like a ship you dislike. And ships don't have to perfectly make sense for people to enjoy them.

kami's rage

[daz4i]

fav thing in the bsd fandom (on tumblr at least) is everyone going ham with sigma's pronouns and no one's correcting anyone. like it's collectively agreed that sigma's gender is too fucked up to argue