#the most boring and incorrect way to hate someone

[humanmaybe]

You can dislike or hate Chappell Roan all you want for not being the type of singer you like idgaf but all I’m seeing is posts about how she’s Not A Real Lesbian made by shitass losers who are either closet terfs or just about to hop in the closet with them. I’ve been on a blocking spree can u tell

[pain-is-too-tired]

I hate,especially in the pjo fandom, when people cut characters down to 1 trait. Sometimes it's a trait that isn't even one they have!

Like Percy, Will and Leo being seen as dumb erks me to no end. Especially Leo.

I know they're incorrect quotes but I saw one where they used the "7x7" "stuff she knows!" audio with leo and I'm just-

He knew collage level math at 8!!! What you mean he wouldn't know 7x7.

He could probably recite 100+ digits of pi. He built a whole ship!!

Same with Percy and Will. Like Percy is not dumb, he's just someone who thinks on his feet and isn't book smart like Annabeth.

Will runs an infirmary and cabin by himself by 13. He immediately finds a way to check on Nico's condition and chides him for risking his health. He's working with no weapon as a field medic, he has to be smart enough to avoid attacks.

Nico isn't just the emo sad kid. He is quick to make friends with those people tend to be wary of. He's just getting use to people again after being on his own for so long.

Jason isn't just some boring/ lesser version of Percy. He has a detailed past and motives even without most of his memories.

Michael isn't just attitude and starting fights. The only fellow camper he actually fights with is Clarisse and he's pretty chill for the rest of the book other then just being sassy sometimes. He's usually just matching energy.

Stolls aren't all stupid either, they were 12-13 when they became hcs of the largest cabin at a camp. A cabin, mind you, that was recently ran by a 19-almost 20 year old. They're poster children for younger siblings suddenly forced to mature.

Maybe it's just me and my love for psychoanalyizing characters, but really like most people forget how 3 dimensional these characters are.

Do not get me started on characters like Drew and Octavian or how many of y'all forget Annabeth(and every demigod other than frank) also is dyslexic and not just the ones the fandom deems as "dumb".

[sunfyresrider]

You’re the best part of me

Aegon II Targaryen X Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The beginning of your secret relationship with Aegon proved why you need to stay with him for the rest of your life. TW: forbidden relationship, daddy kink, smut, watersports, virgin!reader, Aegon isn’t the best influence but he can show you a good time. AN: Too lazy to proof read or edit. Part one of two, best smut I’ve ever produced if I say so myself. May or may not finish tomorrow depending on if my inspiration to write returns.

Most believed being a princess was filled with days of excitement and adventures no one else could comprehend. They had choices and power unlike anyone else who shared their gender. Except, those who assumed that were all tragically incorrect. Being a princess meant you rarely left your castle, you must obey everything others tell you, you had no faculty since you lacked a cock.

It was dreadfully boring and each hour seemed to stretch on for days. However as you aged you gained one unlikely companion that made your days seem less droll. Aegon, your uncle, was not as bad as he may appear to others. Yes, he drank a bit much and scoffed at his duties more than others but he, like you, was still young.

He was the only one who joyfully kept you entertained and filled your life with some adventure. Aegon played games with you, let you join in on pranks, took you to explore the city streets and actively helped you escape septa lessons. He was by far your favorite person and truthfully your only friend.

It was easy to speak to him, as if he were the only one who truly understood your feelings. At this point he probably knew everything about you and how your mind worked exactly. It was not one sided affection, you knew as much about him.

Tonight was one of the rare times you both decided to escape the keep together. Aegon had adorned you with the shabbiest clothing he could find and a little hate to hide your identity. Everyone in Flea Bottom knew him by now so there was little point in disguising himself.

Your destination? The one place Aegon swore to never allow you to go to. You’ve never seen a brothel before and you would be lying if it didn’t pique your interest. Besides, Aegon was the only one you trusted enough to take you anywhere. You quickly undid the bundle of clothing gifted to you, "Wait outside while I dress." He cocked an eyebrow, "Are you being shy, Princess?"

"Aegon,” You warned him. He put his hands up in mock surrender and disappeared into the dark corridor of Maegor's tunnels. You quickly stripped your dress away, discarding it onto the floor. Cautiously, you tiptoed into the tunnels, holding onto the walls to feel your way in the darkness.

You called out to Aegon, who did not reply. It became increasingly eerie the farther you walked inside, especially since most of the torches were blown out and the walls were covered in cobwebs. You creeped forward, slipping when the wall opened up to another hallway. "Boo!"

You squealed, backing hard into the right wall. The sounds of Aegon’s chuckles echoed within the vast hallways. "You aren't funny!" He snatched your hand and began the descent to Fleabottom, basking in your annoyance. The specific exit you used led to Fleabottom, or at least close to it. It was an alleyway filled with muck and excrement but was the best place to go when someone doesn’t want to get caught.

Luckily, the stench of cow shit and rotting waste slowly dissipated as you got close to the main busting streets within the city. As always, the streets were filled to the brim with people from all walks of life. Your favorites were always the citizens from Tyrosh, with painted hair and unusual hats dancing in the street.

Aegon wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a protective manner, pulling you into him. You attempted to work yourself out but his grip was insatiably tight. "Uh uh, no running away in this area. Men will descend upon you like moths to a flame if I let go." You gave up on trying to escape, besides his body provided much needed warmth.

As the journey continued the music rang louder in their ears. The kind only drunken bards would play in the late hours. You began humming along to the tune, your feet becoming jittery with the urge to move. Aegon loathed dancing and you knew it, but he would never say no to you. "I want to dance!"

He shouted back over the noise, "I can't dance!" You shoved his body away from you, grasping his hands. "That wasn't a request, Twas’ a demand!" You spun him in a circle, twirling every so often. His face turned a bright shade of red, his feet tripping over themselves. The sounds of your laughter reverberating in his ears.

Aegon could watch you like this forever, red faced, blinding smile, and not a singular care in the world. It was a minuscule moment in the grand scheme of things but it would be one that never left his head. Seeing you enjoy the life bestowed on you so easily, It was the only thing he looked forward to anymore.

However, there were other things that would bring him enjoyment tonight. Acts that would never leave his brain even in his dreams. So, he entertained you with several more songs. Let you drag him as you prance around the cobbled square. Allowed you to step on his toes and nearly run into other couples so long as you remained happy.

But as your breath became heavy, and your steps began to slow. When you began to lean into him more than what was deemed appropriate and your excitement deemed. Aegon decided it was time to take your leave.

He tugged you closer to him, leaning to cup your ears. "I think it's time we get out of here,” he shouted into your ear, voice barely audible over the instruments. "I'll follow your lead, my Prince"

The journey to the other side of town was short, however the people around you became more conspicuous the farther you went. The smallfolk looked more rugged and the number of men increased indefinitely. All the women were inside windows, hanging out and hollering incoherent sentences.

This was the beginning of the Street of Silk, and the end of your night. The women wore less clothing and their bodies were far bustier than that of regular peasants. Dare you say they were becoming prettier the farther in you traveled.

Aegon’s grip was unbelievably tight, and his eyes rarely roamed anywhere but you. You failed to understand previously why he adorned you with boys clothes, now you were getting a hint. Anyone who remotely resembled a girl was immediately glared at like they were prey. You hoped the place you were going was far less… uneasy feeling.

The building with the red door was on the far end of the street of silk, the patrons became fewer and fewer the closer you approached it. Seemingly, he took you to the most private place on the entire road. Aegon’s grip lessened as he knocked on the door thrice.

An older woman, with breasts falling out of her chemise opened the door. Her eyes scanned over you both, a curious look plastered across her face. “One room in the back," he deadpanned. Aegon tossed her a bag of coins, overpaying her by the look on her face. “Of course, my prince…” She paused, glancing over you twice more. “…And princess.”

The inside was decorated almost elegantly, the women wore more clothing made out of expensive silks, dyed with colors from Tyrosh. It was far more clean than what you assumed a whore house to be, “What is this?” Aegon appeared aloof to his surroundings, “The most expensive brothel you’ll ever enter, reserved for those who want to avoid prying eyes and fuck virgins instead of experienced whores.”

Your face twisted in disgust, “No need to be so crude.” The woman with black hair stopped at a room at the end of one of the vast hallways, dropping the key into Aegon’s hand before taking her leave. A few of the other workers glanced by as they walked past you, your ears ringing with the subtle noises coming from the various rooms around you. “I didn’t mean to be crude, it’s just the truth. Would rather take you here than a place covered in filth.”

Aegon was partially lying, you probably wouldn’t have minded witnessing it all but it would be a cold day in the seven hells when another man was allowed to gaze upon your nude form. “How thoughtful of you,” the door opened to a room illuminated gently by candles. The windows were covered with red silks and the bed appeared completely unused. It almost looked comfortable.

You walked around the room,carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. You gently bounced on it once, testing for stability. Aegon did not wait, he locked the door and pulled the blinds closed, plunging the room in a darkness only the few candles could help.

You felt Aegon kneel in front of you, a small piece of fabric sliding against your legs. His head began to rise up, resting against your thigh. You shuddered, "What are you doing, Aegon?" He stared up at you with those beautiful large blue eyes. "Waiting for permission, princess.”

Your face began to heat up, you shifted in your seat, trying to hide the growing arousal in your pants. You stuttered over your words, “I- I think I am ready." Aegon knelt upwards, sliding his hands up your body to cup your face. Your breathing quickened as you felt him move closer and closer, until he pressed a kiss against your lips.

Your eyes slowly closed, awkwardly you tried to move your lips with his, following his movements closely. Aegon smiled against your lips, his hand sliding down your body, down your stomach, until he reached the front of your breeches. “Don’t be nervous,” he hummed in a seductive tone you didn’t believe he possessed. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

Aegon’s hand slid down to your breeches, slowly unlacing the strings that held them together. He slid them off you with haste, exposing your thighs to the cool air. Aegon licked his lips, his hands sliding against your silky soft skin and thumb grazing over your cunt, sending jolts through your body.

His finger dipped down, sliding along your folds, spreading them as he did. A soft groan rumbled in his throat, "So wet for me already." Aegon’s head dipped down, the sensation of his lips against your core making you squeal.

He began to nip at you gently, using his tongue to trail your slit and collect all your juices on his tongue. He groaned into you, “You taste so sweet, Princess." Aegon began to suck on you gently, using his tongue to part your folds.

You gasped, feeling his fingers rub at your entrance. Your thighs clenched around his head, a new feeling building inside you. “A-Aegon I need to pee,” you squeaked. He dropped a finger inside you, pressing against the soft spongy spot inside you. “Just wait, promise,” he murmured into you.

His tongue lapped against you more fervently, his fingers pressed inside you with ease. "A-Ah, Aegon-" He added an another finger , curling his fingers so they hit your sweet spot perfectly. "That's it, princess,” he groaned, the vibrations from his baritone voice sending shockwaves through you.

Your eyes screwed shut as your body became tense, his fingers working inside you. Your hips twitched, unable to find a rhythm with him as the pleasure built within you. His tongue moved circles around your bud, nibbling at it every so often. The strange feeling inside you began to burst, your legs trembled and your arms struggled to support you. You truly believed you had to pee, "Aegon I-," you cried out, your thighs clamped down on his head.

Aegon’s tongue moved fervently, fingering you with more ferocity. You felt yourself tighten around him, his name tumbled from your lips over and over again as he kept up his pace. His fingers purposely hitting a certain spot repeatedly, the coil inside your core began to unwind. As your orgasm began to crash down over you, your bladder released itself accidentally.

This didn’t remotely phase him in the slightest. Aegon kept his mouth pressed to you, feeling your juices drench his hand. Murmuring praises, “Such a messy girl… Keep cumming for me. Fuck that’s so fucking hot.” Aegon did not let you move an inch, his fingers working you like a puppet as the pleasure sent you into a frenzy.

You collapsed onto the bed, heaving as your heart steadied itself. You were unable to see him through the haze but you could feel him smile against your cunt, kissing your thighs and moving towards you. Aegon crawled on top of you, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

His hands found their way under your tunic, lifting it over your head. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his lips suckling at your neck. He shifted above you, rolling his hips against yours in a seductive manner. You gasped, feeling his cock press against you.

His lips traveled down to your breasts, teasing the tender flesh with his tongue. Aegon pressed a kiss to your nipple, his hips rolling again. You mewled softly, unable to fight back any moans that escaped you. His mouth sucked on your nipple, nipping it lightly with his teeth.

“Aegon,” you whimpered, growing impatient. He pulled back, cupping your face so you looked directly into his eyes. "Needy for my cock too, Princess?" You nodded lazily, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He smirked at you, tugging his cock free with his left hand.

His length pressed against your cunt, your breathing became ragged as you stared up at him. Aegon slid his cock along your slit, you could feel the precum dripping from his tip onto you. He continued to tease you, moving it up and down, pressing against you. You bit your lip, whining softly, "Please, Aegon."

"That's not my name," he pressed against you harder, his tip pushing into you. You arched your back, trying to coax him further inside you. “M-My Prince, please,” you whimpered. Aegon clicked his teeth together, teasing your entrance but refusing to go further. “Try again, little girl.” You flushed at the pet name, a mix of arousal and embarrassment flooding your system. You looked up at him, eyes pleading, "Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

“That’s my good girl,” his hips slowly moved forward, his cock slowly stretching you out. Your mouth fell open, eyes screwed shut. You whimpered as he pushed deeper inside you, filling your cunt entirely. Aegon paused, "Am I hurting you? I’ll be gentle." You shook your head, “p-please keep going, daddy.”

You felt him shift, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. His hips moved backwards before sliding back in, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. Aegon's thrusts were gentle at first, slow and calculated. "Gods you're tight," he growled in your ear. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close.

“Beg for it,” he growled into your ear. You moaned softly, not entirely sure what he meant. You pressed your lips against his shoulder, kissing it softly. Aegon stopped moving, his breathing heavy, "Don't play dumb. Beg for me to fuck you harder, Princess." You felt your face heat up at the thought.

"P-Please," you mewled, "Fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me harder." Aegon let out a shaky breath, pulling his hips back so only his tip remained inside you. His hands grabbed your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. "Better," he huffed, slamming inside you. You let out a yelp, his pace increasing with every thrust.

Aegon pinned your hands behind your head, holding you in place with his right. "Who does your cunt belong to, Princess?" His free hand began toying with your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your moans and whines increased in volume, "Daddy! I-it belongs to daddy!"

"Louder," his hand was moving faster now, rubbing your bud relentlessly. You couldn't see through the blur of tears in your eyes, his hips slapping against you loudly. "Daddy! My cunt belongs to daddy," you cried out, your voice echoing in the small room. “That’s my perfect little girl,” he slurred.

Your walls began to flutter around him, feeling a pressure begin to build in your core. You squeezed your thighs together, pulling at Aegon. His breath became shaky, his eyes temporarily rolling into his head. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you princess? Cum on my cock like a good little girl, hmm?," he growled into your ear.

Your hands grasped for his, squeezing tightly as the coil began to snap within you. "A-Ah, Daddy-" Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built inside you, "Yes, yes, yes," Aegon's moans were becoming more frequent, his face glistening with sweat. Your legs twitched around him, your walls clamping down around his cock.

"Fuck," he hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. “D-Da- Aegon,” you moaned loudly as a different kind of pleasure washed over you. Your cunt began to spasm around him, soaking his cock with your juices. “Oh gods,” he moaned loudly, his head tilting backwards. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he began to fill you with his seed. His hips jerked erratically, his fingers squeezing your hands tightly.

Aegon collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You could feel his heart racing, a mixture of excitement and satisfaction coursing through you. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “I love you," he murmured into your ear.

You paused for the first time tonight, a blush quickly coating your cheeks. You had never expected to hear those words from him, ignoring the fact you just coupled mere moments ago. Your fingers unconsciously combed through hair, pulling him closer to you. "I love you too,” you spoke softly.

He had been with you since the beginning and you never grew tired of him. He was the only one you wished to spend time with, to experience things with, and to sleep with. You smiled sleepily, the realization coming over you, "I love you too."

[gothamslostboy]

Gotham Favorite Sodas

Victor Zsasz

Mountain Dew

As much as I don’t like it, it suits him perfectly ._.

Ppl already know when someone is killed by him bc he works for one of the most powerful crime bosses in the city

But his calling card is basically just an empty Mountain Dew can bc he’s constantly taking them with him on jobs

If a hostage asks & they haven’t been too annoying he’ll let them have a sip

Butch Gilzean

My man is a cream soda guy :]

He just is

It makes too much sense for me to possibly explain

If he and fish weren’t in the mood for alcohol in their end of the day debriefs he’d pull out the cream soda

She thinks it’s just okay but lets him keep it all around the club bc he’s such a good number two

Only drinks the high quality ones tho

Jerome Valeska

The chicken wing soda

He’s genuinely so unwell

It’s not even a “oh he says it’s his favorite to make other ppl mad”

His taste buds are just as insane as him

He made ppl in his cult drink it too

When he holds ppl hostage it’s the only thing he’ll offer

If they say it’s disgusting he kills them

Jeremiah Valeska

As insane as his brother but in a totally different way

The only soda he drinks is Dr Pepper

Which isn’t insane in itself

The insane thing is that he tells ppl he only drinks coke

And like, will adamantly insist on that

If someone sees him pour Dr Pepper in a glass and says they also like it he’ll try to convince them it’s Coke and that they must’ve been confused

I honestly don’t know why I think he does this he just does

He tries to gaslight people so hard about it

Even if they can still see the can

He’ll recycle it then go back to gaslighting

Nobody even cares but for some reason he really does

Jervis Tetch

Okay so he doesn’t like soda

Like at all

He prefers tea or juice

I don’t think he’s a fan of carbonation but I really wanted to include him

It’s not fair bc I dint include any of the other characters who I don’t think like it bc I thought that’d be boring

But he’s my awful, horrible, disturbing freak man and I love him and need to mention him

If you are a big fan of a particular soda he’ll give it another try for you

He’s 100% still gonna hate it but makes an effort to convince himself to like it

Because he refuses to believe his love has any incorrect opinions thank you very much

Harvey Bullock

Likes a good old Cola

Simple and reliable

Really dislikes all the fruit/food flavored sodas

He’s also one of those ppl who cares about the Coke and Pepsi rivalry-_-

Prefers the glass bottle but mainly gets it canned bc he can get more cheaper that way

Barbra Kean

Says she doesn’t like soda but that’s a lie

She actually really likes most sodas

Stopped lying about liking it after she became a villain

It’s hard to narrow down which ones her favorite but I’m gonna go with sprite

She drinks a decent amount of Shirley Temples in her down time

Refuses to drink it around Jerome bc he mixed in Ranch soda one time

Yeah she’s never trusting him again

[museofspaces]

Shaun Andersen Headcanons

tw: mentions of abuse, alcoholism, domestic v*olence, and heavy dissociation

- First and foremost, Shaun’s mental health has always been a point of contention, as I believe it definitely isn’t talked about enough; Shaun bore the burden of witnessing his parent’s relationship collapse and burn to the ground after Michael was admitted to the ward. He forced himself to dissociate during these times as a way of dealing with everything surrounding him, and as a result, he developed something known as “dissociative amnesia,” which is a dissociative disorder characterized by “difficulty remembering personal information, usually of a traumatic or stressful nature.” Even though Michael definitely had skeletons in his closet, Shaun had to witness the brunt of his parent’s hidden cruelty to one another.

- Going back to that last headcanon; as Shaun grew up and became more and more reclusive due to the nature of his home life, he started unhealthily attaching himself to the people he had in his circle, fearing something going wrong. He lacked proper social skills and was definitely outcasted at school due to Michael being his brother. “Haven’t you heard? That’s the kid with the psycho brother.” After Michael’s commitment to the ward, things only grew worse for him social wise. Even if Eric whispered bad things about Michael and other mumbo jumbo, who else did he have?

- It’s no secret Shaun heavily resents Michael, but in a way, Shaun also resents himself — for letting Michael be committed and not speaking up about what truly happened. He hates himself for indirectly traumatizing his brother and causing him so much pain. He failed Michael.

- Personally, I believe Slenderman in MLAndersen0 is just a metaphor for dealing with the brunt of childhood trauma, hence why the series is less “supernatural” than the other Big 5. I also believe Shaun’s refusal to believe Michael about Slenderman is just a reference to someone’s inability to acknowledge or accept their own traumatic experiences and be able to move past them. Believing in Slenderman and looking past his closed eyes means Shaun has to relive and reflect on what happened. He can’t imagine ever doing that to himself.

- Definitely transfem and uses two sets of pronouns - she/her and he/him - and chooses to present as androgynous.

- Stormy was one of the first times Shaun felt cared about beyond what people wanted out of him. He loved her more than he ever loved himself. Losing her was like chopping out a piece of his heart and eating it directly in front of him, open wound still gushing. He didn’t ever really accept that she was gone.

- If we’re being completely honest, Shaun barely knows a thing about his brother beyond the basic bare minimum. Even though Michael was 8 and remembered a good bit about Shaun, it wasn’t the same with Shaun - he only knew information about Michael from the information his parents indulged him in. He didn’t understand that most of it had malicious intent behind it and grew up firmly believing Michael was a danger to their family. But even so, he still chose to pick him up from the hospital.

- All sad headcanons aside, Shaun would definitely love Sonic the Hedgehog, and if anyone got any information about it incorrect, he’d probably start mansplaining the topic to them in a very condescending voice. “No, no, Shadow matches Sonic’s speed, but Sonic is significantly better at making that speed, allowing him to close the gap in between them. But Shadow is definitely not weak.”

- He’d really enjoy RPG games and lore-filled world building. Environments like that intrigue him, and in a way allow him to indulge in escapism.

[m1ssunderstanding]

I honestly think most of you hate rich people because you're envious

omg you're right!! How have I never seen it this way before?!?! Yeah I am so envious. I wish I could buy politicians and laws and wars that will burn the planet and end innocent lives! Or at least let me sit on a yacht and watch people starve at my feet! That would be so cool. Ugh. It's so unfair.

No but seriously anon, how does it feel to be a COMEDIAN?????!!!!! I literally giggled and kicked my feet like I was down atrocious for you or something.

Okay but besides the obvious mass-murdering planet destroying enslaver billionaire thing, let me tell you why I hate rich people. First of all, different levels of hate for different levels of rich because here's the empirical truth. Studies have shown, over and over again, that the more wealth you accumulate -- and worse, the more wealth you were born with -- the lower your ability to empathize. And not just with poor people problems. Rich people taped up to a heart monitor didn't flinch or accelerate their heartbeats when someone talked about their dog dying or their cancer diagnoses. And the decrease in empathy correlated perfectly with the increase in net worth. Other studies have found similar correlations with wealth and a lack of altruism. So the richer you are the worse you are and the worse you are the more I hate you.

(((skip to the bolded if you don't want my boring bitter poor kid sob story)))

But yeah. You're not 100% incorrect about the envy thing. For me, at least, it did start with that. It started with jealousy that my fellow gymnasts took for granted what I worked so hard to afford. (Yeah I just didn't feel like coming to practice yesterday VS me a literal twelve year old hiring myself out illegally as a maid to the landlords of my neighborhood cleaning a meth house once the meth heads moved out and getting crazy sick and still working my ass off in the gym wishing I could rest at home and not worry about affording it) Then when I had to quit gymnastics for financial reasons in high school and work multiple jobs (coaching gymnastics, lifeguarding, and packing boxes of essential oils in a warehouse) and I was spending a large chunk of time with rich cheerleaders (think Missy from bring it on only she lives on the wrong side of town and Torrence hates her) my free time became consumed with reading. It started with Les Miserables and Rousseau, then drifted into Grapes of Wrath and Marx. I became interested in current events and politics and supported Bernie as a high school senior in 2016. I went to college and specialized in Marxist theory in my literature and writing classes. I expanded on my own petty experiences with the American class system to empathize with the much greater struggles of most of the world's population. Starvation. Geniuses who would never have the opportunities to fully use their minds. Modern slavery. Parents who couldn't truly raise and nurture their own children. Climate Destruction. On and on. And all caused by the same greed that had caused my own little pains. Capitalism is evil. Capitalists are evil. End of discussion.

Literally thank you so much for this anon. You can send me rage bait any time. It absolutely will work on me. This ask was so great on so many levels.

Much love!!

[box-architecture]

2 paragraphs are all it took to get me to love QuackiBlob lol and I'm probably going to make that your problem because you're his creator

He seems like a very cute- ehm apologies I meant impressive little fella and most importantly he causes Quackity mental distress do what more can one ask for? (I like causing my favorite characters mental distress >:) ... Though someone really should get big Q into therapy, chill dude, it's just a blob). Is there any (and I mean any hypothetical) scenario where Dream would make QuackiBlob or is that totally out of the question? Could he perhaps make a blob by accident? Did Quackity ever try to get rid of the blob or at least get it out of the casino? (Since it makes him so uncomfortable). And what would SapBlob's reaction to QuackiBlob and vice versa be?

Also, I'm now interested in the answer to Gogy's question: can other admins make something like blobs?

And last but not least, does GogyBlob wake up more often once DreBlob spends more time around (cuz Sapnap and Dream made up). What do SamBlob and PunzBlob think about GogyBlob and SapBlob? I can imagine SamBlob getting jealous easily

Sorry for asking so many questions, I guess you can tell I totally fell in love with those little guys 😅 they are such a good source of serotonin

Have a nice day/night <3

Honestly a big thing with me right now is that I haven't figured out if Quackity will live or die in the CKAU, but if he lives he will most likely be getting So Much Therapy. Or at least some mediocre dick (Wilbur.)

If I had to choose how Qblob would be created, it would likely be around the church prime era. Dream making some blobs to live in the church and do maintenance, and Qblob sticks with it for a while before getting bored and hopping off to find a space near its soul print, where things would hopefully be more interesting.

As far as my brain says atm, Blobs can't die. They can be poofed out of existence, but since they're not 'alive' the same way players are alive, their bodies can just respawn without consequence. Qblob, no matter how distressing he might be to Quackity, will always come back, so Quackity metronomes wildly between pretending he's fine with it and daily murder attempts. This is what coping is, surely.

Qblob makes Sapblob deeply uncomfortable in ways a tiny soul print just can't fully understand. The severe mix of I Loved You, I Miss You, I Hate You, I Want You Dead, I Want To Sob In Your Arms, etc etc? Thats asking a lot of a blob to manage. Sapblob has settled with avoiding Qblob at all cost and not letting it inside The GogyNest

It's. Sort of a yes I think? Philza's crows definitely used to be something like Dreams blobs before Chat starting inhabiting some. All Admins have the ability to create soulless "bots" to do server maintenance, but a skilled admin is capable of manipulating their shapes, sounds, and ability to be affected by Souls. You can imprint a concept of someone onto them, let someone see through their eyes or inhabit them to a minor degree. It's not really something an average everyday admin would do because Effort and Time Consuming and Learning A Skill, but Dream and Philza are firm Hyperfixators of All Things Silly And Fun.

Gogyblob believes in playdates. Thus, Dreamblob must come play, It's The Rules. Punz is a little Cold with George for Made Dream Sad reasons, so Punzblob is not a fan of playdates. Samblob thinks if he loafs on Dreamblob in a cardboard box then Dreamblob will never leave and therefore Be Safe With Partners.

This is incorrect and Samblob has settled with waiting in front of the GogyNest until the playdate is over. He Will Make Sure Dreamblob Gets Home Safe (and bite Sapblob because He's An Evil Partner Thief)

I give you a big hug and apologize for this taking so long<333 I hope you have a good day/night too!!

[disasterousduo]

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(I have drawings I’ll make at some point, right now take these incorrect quotes)

Scythe, about Y/N: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Harvest: Are we stealing them? Lunar: New or used? Scythe: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Y/N: *Gently taps table* Lunar: *Taps back* Scythe: What are they doing? Harvest: Morse code. Y/N: *Aggressively taps table* Lunar: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Y/N: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Scythe: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Harvest: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Lunar: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Y/N: Yo is Lunar sleeping or dead?  Lunar: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.  Harvest: Yeah, so did I.  Scythe: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Y/N: We need a distraction. Scythe: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Harvest, whispering: My time has come

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Y/N: Why are you on the floor? Scythe: I'm depressed. Scythe: Also I was stabbed, can you get Lunar, please.

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Scythe: Lunar, my old arch enemy. Harvest: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Scythe: I have a life outside of you, Harvest.

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Scythe: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.  *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*  Lunar: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

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Scythe: Harvest and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-  Harvest: Sentences.  Scythe: Don't interrupt me.

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Harvest: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Lunar: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

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Y/N: Lunar, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Lunar: Well of course I have. Lunar: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Lunar: It's boring.

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Y/N: A theif.  Harvest: Thief?  Y/N: Theif.  Harvest: I before E, except after C.  Y/N: Thceif.  Y/N: No.

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Y/N: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Scythe: What's that?  Y/N: You've never had leftovers???  Scythe: No, because I'm not a quitter.

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Lunar: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?  Harvest: *chugs entire bottle*  Harvest: It’s perfume.

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Y/N: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Lunar: Lunar: Y/N, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Y/N: *Sips coffee from bowl*

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Lunar: Fuck. Scythe: We've got to work on your cursing. Lunar: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Y/N: *Stubs their toe* FUCK! Scythe: Mind your language! Y/N: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Scythe: Y/N: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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Y/N: How do I deal with my enemies? Scythe: Kill them Y/N: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Scythe: Kill them only a little? 🩸🎃🌟

Y/N: *Accidentally hits Harvest in the face* Y/N: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Y/N: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Harvest: What’s wrong with you?!

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Scythe : I'm a reverse necromancer. Lunar: Isn't that just killing people? Scythe: Ah, technicality.

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Y/N: Is something burning? Scythe: Just my love for you. Y/N: Scythe, the toaster is on fire.

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Y/N, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!  Lunar: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Y/N: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Lunar: Killed without hesitation. Y/N: No.

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Y/N: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Scythe: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Harvest: I personally was created in a lab. Lunar: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Y/N: *Screams*  Scythe: *Screams louder to assert dominance*  Harvest: Should we do something?!  Lunar, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Scythe: Lunar isn’t answering their phone Y/N: I’ll call Scythe: Harvest and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Lunar: Hello?

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Y/N: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Scythe: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Lunar: I recorded the dumb stuff. Harvest: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Ruin: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Y/N, trying to convince Ruin to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong! Scythe: And loud! Harvest: And grumpy! Lunar: And oblivious to reality! Ruin:

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Y/N: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Lunar: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Ruin: In your pantry! Y/N: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Lunar: Is your friend here? Y/N, motioning to Scythe: Yeah. Lunar, to Scythe: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Harvest: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Harvest: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Harvest: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Harvest, to Lunar and Ruin: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Lunar: YAAAAAAAAY! Ruin: THE PRESTIGE!

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Y/N: I’m an idiot. Scythe: Harvest: Lunar: Ruin: Y/N: Scythe: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

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Y/N: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Scythe: ... Your what? Y/N: My friends. Harvest: Are they saying “friends”? Lunar: I think they're being sarcastic. Ruin: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/N! All of your friends are in this room. Y/N: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Y/N: What does 'take out' mean? Scythe: Food. Harvest: Dating Lunar: Murder Ruin: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Y/N: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life  Scythe: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!  Harvest: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!  Lunar: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!  Ruin: My moral code, is that you?  Y/N:  Y/N: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Y/N: Anyone d-  Scythe: Depressed?  Harvest: Drained?  Lunar: Dumb?  Ruin: Disliked?  Y/N: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

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Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Scythe: Several traffic violations. Harvest: Three counts of resisting arrest. Lunar: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Ruin: Also, that’s not our car.

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Y/N: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?  Scythe: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies  Harvest: Socks are Feetie Heaties  Lunar: Forks are Stabby Grabbies  Scythe: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties  Harvest: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies  Lunar: Stamps are Lickie Stickies  Ruin, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Scythe: Rules are made to be broken.  Y/N: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.  Harvest: Uh, piñatas.  Lunar: Glow sticks.  Suntea: Karate boards.  Moontea: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.  Scythe: Rules.  Y/N:

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Y/N: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Scythe: Nope, absolutely not. Harvest: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Lunar: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Suntea: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Moontea: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

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Y/N, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.  Scythe: Hey.  Harvest: Hi.  Lunar: Hello.  Suntea: Hey!  Y/N: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!  Moontea: We were out of Doritos.

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Lunar: Just be yourself. Harvest: 'Be myself'? Lunar, I have one day to win Y/N over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Scythe: Couple weeks. Suntea: Six months. Moontea: Jury’s still out. Harvest: See, Lunar? Harvest: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Y/N: Dumbest scar stories, go!  Suntea: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.  Harvest: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.  Lunar: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.  Scythe: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.  Moontea:  Moontea: I have emotional scars.

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Y/N: Time for plan G. Scythe: Don’t you mean plan B? Y/N: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Harvest: What about plan D? Y/N: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Lunar: What about plan E? Y/N: I’m hoping not to use it. Suntea dies in plan E. Moontea: I like plan E.

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*  Y/N: Thanks fam!  Scythe: oh no  Harvest: *cries* I love you too  Lunar: Sounds fake but okay  Suntea: *A flustered mess*  Moontea: can i get a refund

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Y/N: I CAN'T DO IT! Scythe, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Y/N: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Harvest: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Y/N: Y/N: I appreciate it, Y/N: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Lunar: Y/N- Y/N: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Suntea: Y/N we gotta- Y/N: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Y/N: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Y/N, motioning to Moontea: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Y/N: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Y/N, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

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Lunar: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

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Scythe: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.  Scythe: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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Ruin: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

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Harvest: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Harvest: *punches wall* Harvest: Harvest: Take me to the hospital.

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Scythe: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

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Harvest: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Lunar: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

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*The squad is over at Y/N's house* Scythe: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Y/N: ... N-No... Y/N, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Scythe, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Harvest : I see a- Y/N, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Scythe: Oh, well I- Y/N: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Y/N, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Lunar: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Suntea: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Y/N: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Y/N: I am someone who owns four ovens... Y/N, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Y/N: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Moontea, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Y/N: Scythe: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Y/N: Y/N, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*  Y/N: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.  Everyone:  Suntea: ...I did. I broke it.  Y/N: No. No you didn't. Harvest ?  Harvest : Don't look at me. Look at Lunar.  Lunar: What?! I didn't break it.  Harvest : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?  Lunar: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.  Harvest : Suspicious.  Lunar: No, it's not!  Scythe: If it matters, probably not, but Moontea was the last one to use it.  Moontea: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!  Scythe: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?  Moontea: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Scythe!  Suntea: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Y/N.  Y/N: No! Who broke it!?  Everyone:  Scythe: Y/N... Harvest 's been awfully quiet.  Harvest : rEALLY?!  *Everyone starts arguing*  Y/N, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.  Y/N: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.  Y/N:  Y/N: Good. It was getting a little chummy around 

[del-stars]

People need to understand that just because Regulus ended up betraying Voldemort, that does not excuse his actions and the fact that he was a racist piece of shit. He betrayed Voldemort because Voldemort wasn’t holding up to his end of the bargain. In fact, if anything, Voldemort betrayed Regulus first. Just because Regulus got upset and decided to do his little teenage wizard angst arc does not excuse the fact that he was a racist, f@cist, pure blood supremacist who does not deserve redemption.

this is so funny to me because i am.... not a regulus defense blog? i don't really post often about regulus (outside of my wip, which is an au and thus has nothing to do with anything you've just said). i think there's a anti regulus/jegulus anon who's been blindly sending hate as you clearly haven't scrolled through my blog but as i've been sick in bed for three days now and am thus bored out of my mind, let's write an essay :)

re: regulus being a DE, i quite literally do not disagree with you. regulus, to me, is at his most compelling when we consider all aspects of his canon storyline, including the fact that he worshipped voldemort. i find it really bland when he gets given sirius' storyline or is reduced to "my parents forced me to do this" because we know (again, canonically) that they didn't. it's interesting to have a character who made mistakes, and (considering my self-proclaimed bias in favor of all things sirius black) it's really just boring to remove all nuance from his and sirius' stories to just make them essentially identical.

in regard to voldemort betraying regulus first, i'm actually laughing because i have a big rant about this that i saved in my drafts last night wherein i, once again, do not disagree with you. the tl;dr of that was regulus probably felt betrayed upon discovering that voldemort was a half-blood (looove to imagine this was what he meant by 'your secret') who had disrespected what he considered his personal property. regulus, who had been forced to be #2 his entire life, was operating under someone he considered fundamentally less than, which he deemed unacceptable. again, we will literally never know the truth on this, because we're given such little detail in canon, so people can go whichever way they want.

but, in his defense, he was sixteen. apologies to all my sixteen year old followers, but your brain is quite literally not formed. you're in no place to make informed decisions about anything. and, if you've lived an incredibly sheltered life in which you've constantly seen someone physically abused and belittled, and then you're told "as long as you don't act like him, you won't end up like that," you're probably ripe for manipulation and radicalisation. regulus was heralded as the perfect son for being in slytherin and being a pureblood supremacist, and he knew the danger of disobeying his parents. so, yeah, he probably took it a little too far.

does this mean regulus was right in what he did? well, no. did he do the right thing in the end? maybe/kinda. did he die a misguided, sheltered child, and thus we have no real perception of the choices he would've made were he an informed human being? yes.

i think calling him a racist/f@cist is a very.... interesting choice, but i'll save that essay for another day. i don't think those terms are things we should be throwing around in fandom.

to conclude, i offer one sage piece of advice: touch grass. take an internet break. go for a walk. he isn't real. he's made-up. all of this is. you don't need to interact with it if you don't want to. scroll. block the tag. again, i hold some relatively controversial regulus opinions myself, but i happily scroll on when i see things i don't agree with. policing the marauders fandom is a slippery slope. you can think regulus stans are annoying/incorrect, but you cannot tell them to stop theorising on a character, because that is what this fandom is built on. if we stop encouraging one another to brainstorm about new characters, this fandom is going to become a very boring place to be.

[picnokinesis]

How do you think Delgado!Master would feel if he could see what he's become? Do you think he would respect Dhawan!Master?

Oh, this is SUCH a fascinating question, and I'm ashamed to say that I'm definitely not the most qualified to answer it because my Delgado!Master knowledge is extremely limited...however! Based on what I do know of him (which might be somewhat incorrect, so please anyone feel free to correct me) I think there are two key difference with Dhawan!Master compared to Delgado that would strike him:

First - if I've read the room right, Delgado!Master's whole thing is basically 'my spouse got exiled to this random boring planet, so I'm going to go there and cause problems to keep him from getting bored'. All those evil schemes are just part of a game for the Doctor and the Master - playing chess across time and space, so to speak (or just kiss chase, as I believe it is put at one point SKKS). But with Dhawan, it's very different. I don't think Thirteen quite gets that, actually, which is part of the problem - but this whole thing is no longer a game to the Master anymore. Because after everything he discovered in the Matrix, he (mistakenly) believes that the history between him and the Doctor will no longer mean anything to her. That they're no longer equals, that he's just another pet to her. In reality, she IS completely done with him - but that's because of her believing that Missy betrayed her, combined with all the awful things he's done this time around. She thinks he's still playing that old game, and she's tired of it, tired of the death and destruction that he causes just to get her attention. But it's not a game anymore. Not to him.

Second - one of the CORE traits that defines the Master both in classic who and in nuwho is their desperate will to survive, right? They'll do anything just to get more regenerations, more life - stealing bodies, getting cults to resurrect them, etc. etc. But Dhawan!Master....he doesn't care anymore. He's done. At times he's apathetic about dying (see: the moment in TTC when he muses about how the Death Particle could have gone off when he used the TCE on Ashad, and how he wouldn't have even minded that) and other times he's actively seeking it out (see: him goading the Doctor into committing murder-suicide at the end of TTC). I'd even go so far as to say his main aim for his whole regeneration is to die with the Doctor - because if they didn't begin together, then at least they can end together. She can kill the two of them with the Death Particle, or he can steal her body and BECOME her - because even the whole forced regeneration thing wasn't ANYTHING to do with the Master trying to get her regenerations, but rather everything to do with the Master not wanting to be the Master anymore. I actually think he almost hoped that someone WOULD kill him when he was the Doctor, or that the process itself would kill him, because then that would have been another way in which they died together, if that makes sense.

So like - I think those things are pretty stark differences, right? And I don't know enough about Delgado to say how he's react to those differences, or whether he'd respect Dhawan!Master or not...but, as a rule, whilst the Doctor seems to hate their other regenerations on sight, the Master appears to be quite friendly (or even VERY friendly) with themself when they interact with previous/future regenerations. So I think that Delgado would have some respect for him - he might even feel the same as him, if he knew everything that Dhawan knew. I don't know though - he might be annoyed at Dhawan!Master's impulsivity and how erratic he can be, compared to how calm and restrained Delgado!Master often appears to be.

However. That said. One thing that always, always defines the Master, and probably always will, is that their connection with the Doctor drives everything that they do. And I reckon that if Delgado met Dhawan!Master...saw Gallifrey destroyed, saw all that stuff buried in the Matrix about the Timeless Child, found out that it was the Doctor...I honestly think he would have just nodded and been like yes. This was the correct reaction. Because the Master says in TTC that he did it because he was angry about what it meant about him, and his identity, rather than anything to do with the Doctor. And, of course, he's a selfish idiot, so that was definitely a part of it. But I also think that a significant motivator was because they built up the Time Lord society on top of ground drenched in the Doctor's blood. And no-one is allowed to hurt the Doctor except the Master. And that, if nothing else, I'm sure Dhawan!Master and Delgado!Master can agree on.

[beigetiger]

I’m bored and procrastinating, so have some incorrect quotes of my Sky OCs based off random stuff I found while searching.

Mykell: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Mykell: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Mykell: Go big or go home.

Ray, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

Kylo: I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I’m always tired.

Cadro: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Cadro: I will not yield.

Mykell: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

Morgan: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Kylo: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

Oz, to Natalie: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

Mykell to everyone: I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

Aishika: I'm against crime, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Ray: Say no to drugs.

Oz: Say yes to drugs.

Shiela: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs, cause if you're talking to drugs... then you're on drugs.

Natalie: Yeah, well I've never died so how do I know that god is real.

Sparrow: Two brooooos!

Cadro: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Sparrow: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay

Oz: This bloodline ends with me.

Arturo: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

Leon: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!

Mykell: Leon, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Leon: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!

Shiela: ...It was a bug.

Leon: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!

Mykell: ...

Sheila: ...

Leon: Stop looking at me like that!

Aishika: What's the most efficient way to burn calories?

Morgan: Exercise more!

Kylo: Set yourself on fire.

Ghander: There are two kinds of people.

Sparrow: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Cadro: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Dee: Waking up in the morning.

Ray: Waking up.

Ray: We call that a traumatic experience.

Ray, turning to Natalie: Not a "bruh moment".

Ray, turning to Shiela: Not "sadge".

Ray, turning to Oz: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Aishika, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Oz, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Shiela, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Ray, trembling: What are we playing?!

Aishika: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Dee: Not if they consent to it.

Arturo: Depends on who your stabbing.

Shiela: YES??!!?

Aishika: What do you do when someone offers you drugs?

Oz: Take them!

Sparrow: Punch them in the neck!

Ghander: Say thank you!

Cadro: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!

Aishika: …

Aishika: No.

Ray: What makes you all smile?

Shiela: Friends and Family.

Natalie: Snacks.

Arturo: Victory and success.

Mykell: Face muscles.

Mykell: Stay foxy.

Arturo: Die lonely.

I’ll probably do more of these in the future, but that’s what I’ve got for now! Thank you all!

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag @midnight-octopus !

Tagging whoever wants to to share all the things they are working on!

Here’s Outpatient Notes, my silly Billford fan fic I’m working on when I’m not doodling:

Somewhere nearby had to be civilization. And he was not going to die here.

He was not going to die human.

That’s for sure.

The walk was long. Or at least felt it. By the time he came upon a road, he had to sit back down, catch his breath, lungs burning within him, a cough spreading throughout his chest, and forcing its way out. Being a human was worse torture than anything he could come up with. Everything within you betrayed you. As if the meatsack itself hated being alive.

He arrived at a road. No signage, no identifiable landmarks, just empty road surrounded by empty woods. He sat for awhile, just to take it in glumly. All he had wanted to do was spice up this monotony and he had eons of therapy to show for it. Ungrateful, that’s what humans were. Spite eventually drove him up and at em once again, despite the sharp and irrepressible pain that shot up his legs as he walked. Heels. His heels hurt. Their whole purpose was to walk, and they protested every step. But waiting was pitiful, and worse, boring.

Several cars passed him by. The jumpsuit probably put people off—he was honestly surprised that the board of directors hadn’t left him naked and alone out in the woods, but let him keep all of his Theraprism clothes, as well as his bow tie and top hat. Jumpsuit, they probably thought escaped convict (not incorrect). Bow tie and top hat? Crazed murderer most likely. It made sense no one stopped. Someone would have to either be crazy and murderous themselves, or else so used to weird shit that a top-hatted man in a jumpsuit wouldn’t phase them at all.

Distance was still not a real concept, and every step felt like a mile of its own when you were forced to walk instead of glide, but he must have made some headway down the road. He was starting to see the tops of roofs, and a distant water tower. Just in time, a banged up old truck pulled up beside him, and rolled the window down.

A human—of that scrawny, gawky type. He tried to place it in his mind, scrunching up his face. Teenager? Or a bit older but only just. The teen glared at him, clearly curious, but feigning disinterest and disgust. Yes. Definitely teenager. Familiar too with the greasy black hair and the oh-so-bored voice. But he didn’t have time to pick out why this human in billions was familiar.

“What are you supposed to be? Some gentleman hitchhiking murderer?”

“Yup! Got it in one, Smart Guy!” He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, not confident he could roll two at once yet. Instead he smiled, with too many teeth, and a snarl twitching at the end. “Can I get a ride?”

“Pfft,” the kid was scared, but tried to shrug it off. “Yeah right. You gonna murder me?”

So many answers and so many possibilities and yet. “No,” he sighed. He was on probation after all. “Just got lost from a mobile costume party or something stupid like that. Need to get to civilization, yadda yadda, can I get a ride?”

Content with the answer, the teen scoffed a quick, “Whatever” and opened the door.

The ride was uneventful, but not even ten minutes in, they came up upon a giant billboard in the shape of a question mark, quickly followed by a smaller “Welcome to Gravity Falls!” wooden sign.

Ah.

Of course.

“Hey you know, you're kind of familiar, man, have I seen you before?”

“Haha, yeah, probably,” was all he trusted himself to say. He recognized the teen now as Stitched Heart, one in his zodiac, one of the idiot mortals of Gravity Falls. He had no idea what eyes were on him on probation, otherwise he could think of several ways to remind this mortal precisely who he was. But, he supposed those required powers. Things he did not have right now, and couldn’t have until he passed through this damned test in this damned town.

Weird crap always came to Gravity Falls. It only made sense. But he had this terrible, heavy thudding happening in his torso, and he was horrifically aware of his ribs pressing against his sticky, sweaty, shiny flesh, which felt hot and numb.

“Hey kid, do you know what a heart attack feels like?”

The hospital was as good a place to start as any.

[greensaplinggrace]

Trope Rating Game Rules: how much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

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Thank you for the tag @infp-obsessing-over-everything!!

Age gap: 8

I usually prefer the tag most when it's referring to a canonical age gap, because when authors make the characters closer in age for contrived reasons I sometimes don't enjoy the fic as much. So it's pretty enticing to see this tag in a lot of fandoms.

Codependency: 10

Sorry fam I love those unhealthy relationship dynamics I love obsession and I love codepency. I unfortunately cannot help this. I hope they die together.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: 8

I love possessiveness and obsession when it's a part of a power dynamic that is appealing to me, especially when it's a part of a relationship where the other partner likes it or isn't disturbed by it - and especially especially when it's a vital function of their dynamic to begin with. But I actually don't like it when it's just used for random relationship drama. Jealousy can be pretty hit or miss for me when it's actually a constructed scenario where a partner gets jealous and this causes tension between them.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): -8

I have a hard time with tropes like this where the characters are often ooc to fit into a dynamic that only really appeals to fandom. I don't really like cookie cutter character stuff like this. It's why I'm not too fond of incorrect quotes stuff either.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: 10

YESSS!! Forever and always. I adore any relationship with enemies I love it more than anything. Give me that good good tension and angst.

Friends with benefits: 5

This can be a fun one for me, but I generally don't like them unless the characters eventually get together or the dynamic just hits really well and is spectacularly written.

Sex to feelings: 2

Depends on the execution. Like friends with benefits, I'd need it to be really fleshed out and engaging. I don't hate it, but it is kind of a boring dynamic for me.

Fake dating/relationship: 8

Spectacular because of the angst and opportunity for hurt/comfort. Also occasionally shenanigans and hijinks. Not as appealing to me if none of that is involved, however, and the biggest draw for me is whump.

Friends to lovers: 9

I love this one almost as much as I love enemies to lovers. I'm a sucker for a good, solid relationship with a steady dynamic, and I love it when friends to lovers delivers on those really close and comfortable bonds. I'm a sucker for anything that focuses on characters knowing each other at a bone deep level.

Found Family: 6

Found family as a concept is something I really like. Usually when it's tagged in a fic, the fic is written by someone who is obsessed with purity and wholesomeness, though. Which can get a bit uncomfortable. I like hurt/comfort and I like the recovery aspects of these fics a lot, however, so it's a toss-up.

Hurt/Comfort: 10

Utter perfection. Most of the fics I read are whump and hurt/comfort. I will generally avoid any other fics in the fandom until I've devoured every single hurt/comfort fic first. I'm always in the '[character] needs a hug' tag or the 'hurt [character]' tag. I live for it.

Love Triangle: nope

Not unless it turns into polyamory. But then all the stuff that makes love triangles annoying is gone anyways, so it's not remotely the same.

Poly, open relationships: 10

The best aspect of fanfiction aside from hurt/comfort tbh. But I'm really fond of complicated and sprawling and open relationship dynamics. A character accepting their partner needs more is appealing to me.

Mistaken/hidden identity: 8

Generally these serve, because I'm always a sucker for a misunderstanding written well.

Monsterfucking: 10

Yeah I'm a monsterfucker. That is something about me. Although there are fics that even I have to steer clear of.

Pregnancy: -10

The only reason this isn't a nope is because I have read a total of two pregnancy fics where they worked for me, and it was only because the plot was interesting enough and there was potential for hurt/comfort.

Second Chance: -5

It's kind of boring to me. Also I get stressed by betrayal and second chances angst. Which I know seems out of character, but it makes sense in my brain.

Slowburn: 5

Depends on the other parts of the fic. I'm not going to read something just because it's a slowburn, but I don't mind it.

Soulmates: 0

If it's poly it's an 8. If it's not poly it's mneh. I like the unique fics that explore things from an interesting perpsective, but it takes a lot to get me to read a soulmates fic where they're just soulmates.

Tagging: @justawholebunchofcows @thewillowbends @greenglassmountain @jaskierian @glitter50000 @vesperass-anuna @hxntersbxne @finnismyoriginalsin @imruination @mommacomms and anybody else who wants to play!

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Prev anon here PLEASE say more, I love modern aus sm

*dramatic sigh*

*checks watch* I have hw to do but if you insist

au is honestly the vaguest way to phrase it but I love it nonetheless. I think that the main reason yous all like the tweets so much is they’re 100% my mind without incorrect quotes or anything involved so thank @finchfvkingcortez and the hour long convos we have for that because that shit is BIZARRE

so yeah. sorta modern/social media where the main shenanigans we talk about are race and albert dealing with god damn tiktok comments (cause we all know they can be WILD). the most fleshed out bits are specific character hcs so yous get that first

as per usual with modern aus, the manhattan newsies collectively live in a group home (and milk tf out of it just because it gets funny reactions online). they’re pretty chill with it, and do weekend/morning newspaper rounds for what’s basically pocket money let’s be honest

anyway

character hcs

race - he/him, trans and ‘aggressively bi’. he went through the whole she/her > she/they > they/them > he/they > he/him pipeline and will murder you if you bring it up. he’s dating albert and spot, spot basically on accident after albert dared him to flirt with her and they flirted back and massively just Vibes™️. I feel like I overuse him in tweets but he’s so dumb that he just works here. autism/adhd king, with a sprinkling of ptsd, and he does NOT take his meds ever, driving everyone insane but they love him anyways. italian and very passionate about it. has way too much clout on tiktok and farms his friends for it

albert - he/him, gay, dating finch, spot and race “somehow”. I pretty much combine sky and jacob with him, where he has two older and one younger brother. benji is with a foster family albert didn’t want to stay with and their older brothers are in an endless battle to get custody of them both (he jokes about it sm and they both hate him for it, like “you got custody yet???” “fuck you”). he has too many piercings to count because he does them himself whenever he gets bored and Does Not Learn that it’s a bad idea. dealt with cd when he was younger but it didn’t develop further. he knows like three phrases in portuguese and got into an argument with finch about him being wrong without realising he was speaking spanish once

jack - he/him and bi, dating katherine and davey (after kath put a gun to his head and made him ask davey out). he’s the identified Big Brother of the others and takes it comically seriously while also being exhausted of them all. by all technicalities he’s flagged on every train line that leave the city because he definitely has not made it halfway to new mexico once at 11, but that’s irrelevant he’d never do that again nope. adhd and some mild abandonment issues, hands are always covered in doodles and he also draws on everyone else too whether they want him to or not

davey - he/they, demiboy and gay, dating Jack and has absolutely zero idea how it happened (“I’m going out with jack…” “your sisters ex?” “…yeah?” “ok then🧍”). he’s much more of a weirdo than people give them credit for and comes out with thee most concerning statements completely unprompted like it’s nothing. jewish, autistic with a side of anxiety that the newsies are helping a lot with and be spend 99% of their time with them between school to the point he’s almost dead on his feet. he’s this close to changing race’s twitter password, and is besties with elmer who loves the opportunity to speak polish with someone

crutchie - any pronouns, just chills with identifying as queer and milks ‘had polio in the 21st century’ like their life depends on it because how else are you gonna cope with severe neglect. most people call him charlie in public because they’re all terrified of getting chewed out by well meaning members of the public (crutchie won’t correct anyone). an absolute menace with nerf guns and usually sticks to jack like glue, because they spent time in and out of foster homes when they were much younger together

katherine - she/her, bi, dating jack. she’s practically an inch away from losing her job with how much time she spends not working to hang around with the newsies, is captain of the javey fan club and just all around a legend. constantly gets rich jokes and accepts it as necessary for their friendship. most of what I have for her aligns with canon already ngl

spot - she/he/they, genderfluid and bi, agab is the worlds biggest unsolved mystery that will remain unsolved. always refers to race and albert as her weird looking dogs. lives in a home in brooklyn after spending a few years completely on the streets. ptsd and absolutely no ability to acknowledge it (race and al help), and he’s absolutely covered in both stick and poked and legit but illegal tattoos

finch - he/him, gay, dating albert. he ran away a total of six times and lived in several parks for weeks before someone decided ‘hey maybe we should take him away lol’ and so deals with chronic hypothermia and trust issues. raised a baby sparrow that won’t leave now that it’s an adult, but he didn’t name it so the others just call it “finch’s baby boy”. irish/spanish decent but no real connection to either because it’s a link to his family, which he’d rather not have

morris - he/him, gay and steadily getting over a lot of internalised homophobia. spent way too much time with oscar in and out of crappy homes or their father/uncles ‘care’ so is very dependent on his brother. autism, ocd and cptsd, all of which he gets very little actual support for. he spends way too much money endlessly looping on the subway cause the movement is relaxing. he’s on friendlier terms with the newsies than oscar

oscar - he/it, aroace, probably aligns with agender but doesn’t think about it, autism/adhd (where adhd is significantly more apparent), bpd, aspd, cptsd and mild dyscalculia because he’s my current fav so I have to fuck it over the most. very protective over morris and has zero tolerance for the newsies unlike his brother. it’s camera roll consists entirely of bad candids of morris. taught himself to play a guitar he found in a skip, cannot read sheet music and primarily uses it as stim. I could do an entire thing just about modern delancey’s honestly

I said more x

feel free to ask stuff about this cause I love developing the nonsense the way I don’t get to just in the tweets

[hetalia-club]

Do you have any fun headcanons for the Italy brothers?

Sure I do.

But I don't talk about my headcanons, pairings, or character ideas anymore unless I'm in a mood for it.

The reason for that is I absolutely hate being asked my opinion on something and then someone wants to argue or tell me why I'm wrong. Even if I post a headcanon that's clearly meant as a joke or unserious I still get people telling me how I'm wrong and how I should think "XYZ" Instead.

Now you can say that's just engagement but I take it as antagonistic. I HATE it. Like I hate it so much. It's my least favorite thing. Especially when it's not like my thoughts are controversial, gross, heavy or sexual. I will simply say "I think this character does this" and all of sudden someone wants to argue with me about it. There is something very upsetting to be ASKED your thoughts on something and once you share people go. "Um actually no, because you should think this because I do and it's right" Sometimes I just want to scream "YOU ASKED ME!!!!!!! Not the other way around! I didn't give you unsolicited information. You came to me, asked a question and I answered it. And because I didn't parrot back what you wanted to hear you have to tell me it's incorrect". And that's EXACTLY it. I just put it into words. People don't want new, interesting, fun, unserious ideas here anymore. They just want everyone to parrot back what they think. Which is such a boring way to live. And I'm of course not saying I'm the only one doing fun/interesting things in teh fandom I'm not that conceited . I see it with other posts too. Someone shares an idea and there is always a few people in teh comments coming in with a counter argument it's like "MAKE YOUR OWN POST!"

Babes I've been in this fandom 10+ Years. I have enough headcanons, AUs, pairings, I have my own take on every single character in this fandom, I got enough character ideas to fill a book not even 1 book I could do a book series! I wrote a RusAme fan fiction that's over 400k words. I'm currently writing a RomanoxNyo!America fic that's over 100k words and well over 100 pages in Microsoft word. I don't even know how I'm going to end it yet. Don't believe me look...

As of right now my fan fic folders its at 182 fan fics and over 12mb. I'm not saying they're all amazing, award winning or even finished. There's a bunch in there I know are complete trash. But there's a few in there I'm real happy with and I would LOVE to share with the right people who enjoy my niche but I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to brag but there's a Romano one in there that if I changed the names I could probably get it published some place. I cried while writing it several times. It's so depressing even for my taste, and I would LOVE to share that because I know there's some people out there who would love it to and I know it. Even if it is really dark for a Hetalia fic. It's called 'Never Would I Ever" funnily enough because never would I ever post it, zing, lol.

Again I don't want to come off as bragging, because I'm not I've nothing to brag over but I have written some stuff I KNOW is good. And I'm not just saying it cuz I wrote it, because I've written some shit okay? I'm not afraid to admit that. I could open my folder and tell you through each 182 fics which ones are bad, terrible, readable, good and the couple that have no business being as good as they are. I have considered making an anonymous blog separate from this one and releasing a couple of my okay ones and just see what people think. But I would most likely never do that.

I never posted them because again I hate having my ideas shit on when it's just something I do for fun. In this 10 years I've learned not to share your ideas unless you want them picked at. I don't want something I do for fun to be met with "I don't like this idea" or "I don't think they would say that" or even "He wouldn't act that way". Some people enjoy others critiquing their work and Ideas, I do not. Which is why I keep it to myself.

Sorry to rant, that's been bottled up for awhile...

[telestoapologist]

Shaxx or Saladin for Blorbo Bingo?

BLORBIS BONGO // ACCEPTING

u get... both of them!

✦ Shaxx

Most fandom takes are incorrect on Shaxx bc it's like. He fucked Mara (he did not!!! they are very good friends and he read to her and was probably hella good at it!!), he's either another dumb titan stereotype or "was Shakespeare in a past life" (which isn't meant to be harmful I'm sure, but still, I think characters (esp non-white ones!!) can be successful and good at a thing without having some famous dude in their lifeblood or w/e). Also I see way too much fan art of Shaxx being athletic/not hairy, white, or a tiger alien and it's like,, no this is a big sweet and very smart and beefy black bear of a man and not every great character is going to be all of that other stuff etc etc!!!

man. also when I mean "lost potential" and "writers dropped the ball on them" I don't mean in a terribly serious sense. I just like, it feels like we don't get enough of him as things currently are? like I feel like he could still be seen/heard here and there... maybe there's lore I'm missing though orz

ok lastly i'm biting my fist and acting abnormally because this man is so comforting and wonderful and i wish i knew him irl and live up to his expectations of me. my deep seated love for him comes from me wanting to know someone like him irl so, so, so badly and how people like that would be good for me for tons of reasons.

✦ Saladin

i used to hate this guy bc i thought he was a boring asshole but ykw. i have come around to him and i like him SO much even though sometimes i wanna punch him. my projected hate/love for him comes deeply from my daddy issues and that's as far as i'll speak on that!!! he's like a grizzled old depressed father-like guy to me though and i deeply care for him as a character now. it's so nice to see him have a purpose now on caiatl's war council.

he doesn't open up about it warmly or joyously, but like, you can TELL he's having a good time and putting his all into it. he smiles again, has more drive than before, hopefully he actually got the motivation to clean up his living quarters bc last i checked he was just. so fuckin down and neglectful of it that it was like a hoarder's space that was in desperate need of cleaning and organizing (that broke my heart so fucking bad bc i've been there before).

i get why a lot of people don't like him but i also feel like some of the hate for him is based in like, not knowing enough about him and just not caring about other people and the shit they go through lmao. that's not always the case but i've seen some people say certain things and it's like... it gives me the ick, even though he's fictional. like there's irl people who are like this too and it makes me wonder if they'd treat them the very same.