#they contrast each other too...

[digitalcarcrash]

i love the subtle implications abt randy and benson's tastes in music... randy flipping through radio stations and stopping when steal away by robbie dupree plays vs benson blaring by moistboyz in his car + the motorhead tshirt

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[panakoui]

post canon laishuro prelude :>

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

I sometimes see the opinion that MXTX took the clichéd tropes she'd critiqued in Scum Villain, and played them straight in MDZS. But though a lot of them appear in MDZS, I'd argue that none are actually played straight at all!

The main point of MDZS's tropes is subversion. Yes, WWX has a 'tragic backstory', even an arguably overused one (orphaned by his parents at a young age, forced to live on the streets with nobody to rely on, etc) – but how things differ in how it's used. Tragic backstories are normally used to build sympathy for a character, to make us care and get invested in them. But... we're never actually shown any of those street days, we're never shown and never dwell upon how much he suffered during them. They're only really mentioned in passing and whenever dogs come up! If the goal was to make us feel bad for WWX, this would be very ineffective writing. But what's actually important here isn't that WWX went through tragedies – it's how he doesn't let the tragedies he went through define him. He doesn't dwell on them, the narrative doesn't dwell on them, it's never used to earn sympathy points... because what defines WWX is his choices and how he chooses to act, not a backstory completely out of his control. What gets us invested in him is his personality and the character writing of MXTX, not tragic events used as a substitute for identity.

And this trope treatment fits extremely well with WWX's personality itself – he's someone who 'forgets the pain as soon as the wound has healed'*, but also who actively chooses to focus on the present because you can't change the past; someone who holds the belief that 'gains and losses [should] remain uncommented on' when choosing what to do.

The use of the tragic backstory isn't the only thing that's subverted, either – the other main thing is the 'blackening' of the protagonist, and its impact on the protagonist's fall. After being thrown into the Burial Mounds, on a surface level it does seem like this blackening has occurred: the first thing we see when he returns is his gruesome torture of the Wen cultivators; he's 'forsaken' traditional cultivation in favour of an 'evil but more powerful' path; and frankly, Sunshot-era WWX is terrifying. But MDZS is not a blackening story, and so the events of the Burial Mounds aren't used as a catalyst for that purpose. Though it's true that WWX's not entirely the same person he was before (because how could be be?), underneath it all, his morals, worldview and core** stay the same. Though gruesome, his revenge is directed towards the ones who wronged him, not those past that and certainly not the entire world. His experience in the Burial Mounds doesn't lead to him being some evil, blackened overlord... like everyone says he is at the start! That's subverted, because again, WWX's values and choices are more important to the story than genre conventions.

But the most crucial thing? What leads to WWX's downfall isn't any blackening! It isn't any vengeance or morally dubious actions***– he was praised for those things during the Sunshot Campaign! No, what leads to his downfall is something completely unrelated to that, something which would've disappeared had the trope been played straight. It's him doing what's right by defending the Wens, it's him following his moral code when it opposes the world's, it's him standing up to the injustice of others – not others standing up to the injustice of him. That's the subversion here.

(Also, once again, the fall of Lotus Pier, the Burial Mound, etc, aren't used for sympathy points – and if it was relevant, they wouldn't have been used to excuse any actions, either. Using tragic events as an excuse for doing bad things is critiqued many times in MDZS, through characters like Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao. And that's not exactly a trope subversion, but it is a critique of badly handled 'excuses'.)

These are by no means all the tropes MDZS subverts – the nature of guidao vs the usual nature of modao being another very major one – but they're the main ones that feature in Scum Villain.

So, though at first glance MDZS seems to play the tropes MXTX critiqued there straighter, it's not a simple case of using them as cliches, and we see that by how they're used to impact the narrative, and how that differs from what they're traditionally used for. MDZS doesn't fall back into clichés Scum Villain satirised – it's the subversion to Scum Villain's exploration and critique.

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*Which I know is generally used negatively, to describe someone not learning a lesson from a punishment, but it really describes WWX in general, too. He doesn't dwell on that pain, he does his best to move on from it.

**...heh

***And, because it's often debated – whatever the morality/culpability of Nightless City is doesn't even matter! The events happened at a pledge conference against him that was already taking place. WWX's actions there didn't make people want to kill him because that was explicitly happening beforehand.

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[meteortrails]

forever thinking about nami and luffy…. they just. their relationship is so perfectly, consistently, and beautifully written?? (read more bc I care WAY too much about them).

like it would be so easy to slot them into the typical dynamic of her being a buzzkill and him being a reckless dick but that’s not them at all. she’s the first person he meets out on the sea who really, deeply understands what freedom means to him, how vital and important it is - it’s why she’s the one he lets hold and fix his hat, it’s why he waits until she asks him to help with arlong, it’s why he never begrudges her any of her actions in arlong park. he knows her autonomy is just as important to her as his is to him, that she fucking Gets It. she has the same joy and whimsy and protective instinct in her heart, and like recognizes like!!! so luffy lets nami run the day to day of the ship, order him around, hold his greatest treasure in her hands, bc he trusts that when the chips come down she will never abuse that power. she’ll have his back and follow through on whatever insane orders he has his heart set on bc she knows the weight of what she’s been entrusted with.

and like, in return, nami gets exactly as much responsibility as she wants for the first time in her life! she doesn’t have to be alone, doesn’t have to protect everything that matters all on her own - she has luffy and the crew for that now. she gets to be part of a crew, a family, while still remaining in charge of her own life. and in response to all that trust and love, nami is just as protective of luffy and this new home as she ever was of cocoyashi. he gave her back her freedom and put his dream in her hands without a second thought, and she will keep it safe come hell or high fucking water. like I don’t know how to express how emphatically I feel about this but she won’t betray him even to save her own life, even when he would never fucking know!!! nami often ends up being luffy’s primary pillar of emotional support bc she’s just such a consistently steady, faithful presence at his back; even when they disagree on important shit her trust in his judgement and ability to get them through the storm is unshakeable, and vice versa.

idk man I just really do not know how to express how much it matters to me that nami is canonically a ruthless, conniving, deathly stubborn, control freak bitch and that’s like. lowkey WHY luffy+the crew love her so much. idk how to explain how batshit insane the symbolism of her being his navigator and him being her captain makes me.

[blanze]

So I play Dislyte pretty regularly and the design for the Poseidon character is just so... IHAD to do it!

The Hades one had to go through a more extreme makeover to make it feel more Nico-esque though (it has a couple subtle design nods to Velinxi's Young Gods AU too!)

This was supposed to be a take on @percico-nicercy-events 's fest btw, Day 5: Undersea Prince Percy and Underworld Prince Nico but yeah, I'm way behind;;

Next up is a 14 panel comic!

[epickiya722]

Getting Gojo's voice actor, Yuichi Nakamura, to voice Umemiya gives me the same energy as getting Bakugou's voice actor, Nobuhiko Okamoto, to voice Inuzuka.

[pitconfirm]

hmm I hadn't considered glance before but now I want to know more - do you have and fic recommendations for them?

absolutely! going to shamelessly name my own fics first hehe:

Kamikaze — my first fic ever… one-sided enemies with benefits, where george maybe sort of gains feelings

Achilles’ Heel — a george/lance/fernando threesome after george’s win in austria....

as for my favourites by others, here are some that i think perfectly nail the glance dynamic:

the sweet disposition series by @userkritaaay — lance and george getting together after their respective shitty races in singapore last year, and the turmoil that comes with that... i think it's the perfect mix of sweet and angsty for this ship, and kriti absolutely nails george's inner voice throughout

The Worst Way to Love Someone is Quietly by @lil-shiro — angsty soulmate au where lance knows that they're soulmates but george doesn't... i love the through the years nature of it because i think the history of glance is something so pivotal to the ship

All Pain No Gain by @lil-shiro — some good old one-sided hate fucking. in Ann's own words, 'One of those nights where George lets out his frustration in the crevices of Lance’s body' :)))

Lesson Learned by @penaltyboxboxbox — college au where lance and george hook up, and george is mean about it 😁 i love george's resentment and judgy inner dialogue, and how lance is so teasing and lax and unbothered..

life on mars by @wewentcarracing — written by one of the pioneers of this ship... george runs into lance in the bathroom at a houseparty and they have a wonderfully awkward moment ❤

finger trap by @rivalism — as a lover of georgeture, this fic is everything to me... a short but vivid and humorous slice of glance porn, which really inspired the way i perceive this ship

[sysig]

Family ♥ (Patreon)

[bisexualcroissant]

Thinking about Jean and Elodie Moreau again. Thinking about doomed siblings, and the unspeakable tragedy of it all; Jean’s hopeless despair and his need to know why, why hadn’t they saved her, because Elodie hadn’t deserved it—not like he did, right? They weren’t the same, they couldn’t be.

Jean remembering France, remembering blackberries and the little ducks of Elodie’s dress and the salty breeze off the Mediterranean. She’d been ten when he left home, just ten when he’d stopped protecting her from their mother’s temper and father’s violent business. Did she know he hadn’t gone by choice? Did she blame him or forgive him?

Jean wondering, but not being sure if he wanted to know what had really happened, because as long as he didn’t he could remember Elodie as she had been in his memory, as safe: So long as she existed as fractured memories, she was safe and small and sheltered. The long, terrible silence after Jean asked about her, and Stuart’s awful, “Did you think you were special?”

Jean’s disbelief at the unfathomable, because it was, it couldn’t be true—a single question shattering his deep-rooted belief that he had deserved everything he got, so nothing bad could have happened to Elodie, because unlike him she didn’t deserve it, right? Right? “Elodie,” Jean said, and just hearing her name aloud almost snapped him in half. “She was only ten when I left home. Ten! Why didn’t they love her enough to keep her safe? Why didn’t they–” love me?

Neil quietly saying, “I didn’t know you had a sister.” Jean’s spiral, his despair, everything breaking in an instant: They sold us both to monsters and slammed the door on our screams. Why? Why? Why?

The photograph outside the Moreau childhood home. All that mattered were the two kids sitting in the backyard: Jean at nine or ten, with a tiny Elodie buried against his side. He remembered that dress of hers, with its little yellow ducks. He’d clumsily patched up the hem a half-dozen times when she tore it on the blackberry bushes taking over their backyard. How much Jean had loved her. But in the end it wasn’t enough, not to change his fate, nor hers.

Jean and Elodie as children, as they had been. Jean the older brother who had protected her, sent away at the age of fourteen to never come home again. Jean’s unspeakable loss knowing Elodie was gone. Realising that nothing either of them ever did would have been enough to make their parents protect them; to love them enough to keep them safe. Jean’s heart, knocking holes in his ribcage, his quickly fracturing control, the escalating, violent grief. Endure. Endure. Endure.

“I am just a Moreau,” Jean said, flat and fierce. “I am not—”

“So was Elodie,” Neil reminded him, and Jean stopped breathing. “Remember that the next time you think you aren’t worth saving.”

[gilliganpilled]

i can’t explain why but one of the funniest things about jimmy and kim is the fact they have a queen size bed and not a king size bed. jimmy used to sleep on a fold out twin size bed so his standards are pathetically low, and Kim i think doesn’t feel the need to upgrade since she’s practical and jimmy doesn’t care. and it’s just so funny to me because they could easily afford a king size bed but they’re so codependent and focused on everything else they just never bother to upgrade. always sleeping right next to each other on that too-small queen size bed even when they’re fighting

[charmingradiobelle]

One thing I will literally never be normal about is these two scenes

The shift in the atmosphere; how it goes from warm and soft, to dark and unsettling. The way you can tell the mood has changed, not only in their facial expressions but in the lighting around them. The first scene there was hardly a single shadow, then in the second their faces are practically engulfed in darkness.

It’s so fucking genius and it breaks me every time

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I’m going to say I think now that my brain remembered part of what it was thinking is that Taylor and Joe went through a lot together (good and bad) and regardless of how it ended or what led to it they both seem to be determined to keep that private and not throw each other under the bus and in the end they’re just two very, very different people whose outlooks in the long term were just never going to align and never has that been clearer.

[ratatatastic]

there has to be something about the way they made the marrieds swap partners to test the sanctity of their marriage before the public and THEY BOTH FAILED TREMENDOUSLY

"me and bark (delighted tittering little school girl giggles as he reminisces on the one who got away)"

"OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT MISSILE!!! two best looking guys on the team! (slobbering in his mouth)"