#this is literally the best way I can explain it

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Just thinking about Fratboy!Jaehyun... who yes, of course he knows his birthday is on Valentine's Day, but that doesn't mean he's not going to ask you, his girlfriend, to be his valentine. He doesn't care that it's his birthday all that much because at the end of the day, he still wants you to feel special and loved.

So on February 13th, he comes home from his classes with a pretty bouquet of roses in his hands and a card with some cheesy pun and a smile on his face. Who would have guessed that the former fuckboy of Nu Chi Theta would be so excited to be in a committed, loving relationship and excited to ask his girlfriend of over a year to be his for a day that was usually all about him?

He comes into the frat house, sets his backpack near the staircase and finds you sitting on a couch far too dirty and unworthy of someone as precious as you and simply smiles. He loves how comfortable you are in a house that was once drowning in testosterone, you made it better for everyone.

"Sweetheart," he starts, entering your line of sight, "I know Valentine's Day is a little different for us, but I still wanted to ask, like I have before, if you'd like to be my valentine?"

You pout at Jaehyun with pure and utter affection, "Baby! I'd love to!"

Jaehyun leans down to press a kiss against your lips and hands you the bouquet and the card, "perfect, we can celebrate the day after tomorrow-"

"Well, I didn't finish," you reply awkwardly, "Haechan kind of already asked me to be his valentine..."

Jaehyun's face falls, "tell me you said no."

"Baby," you whine, cupping his face, "he's one of my best friends!"

"And I'm your boyfriend! Hello?! You can't be another guy's valentine on my birthday!"

"Well, it's not like we'll be going on a date or anything! We're just making each other valentine's baskets and that's it," you explain, pressing what you hope is a calming kiss against his lips.

"But it's my birthday," Jaehyun protests with a pout.

"Exactly, my love, so you know I like to treat you on your birthday. I'll spend the night tonight, tell you happy birthday right when the clock strikes midnight, we can put some of these flower petals to good use, and I have a special surprise for your eyes only," you whisper huskily, eyes dark while you trail soft, teasing kisses up the side of Jaehyun's neck.

He feels himself melting against the stained cushions of the couch, finding that in this moment he would say yes to anything you say or ask. His eyes fall shut, enjoying the feel of your soft lips against his sensitive skin while one of your hands finds its way under the worn cotton of his t-shirt, nails trailing over the pale skin of his abs. You smirk against his skin as a shiver runs down his spine, he's so pliable and docile in your hands when he's like this.

The make out session, foreplay, teasing— whatever, is interrupted when you both hear a sing songy, "oh, Sweetheart!"

You pull away from you boyfriend with a confused pinch in your brows. It comes as a surprise to both you and Jaehyun when you find the Jaehyun's core frat brothers walking toward the two of you all holding beautiful flower arrangements in their hands, your favorite snacks, and stuffed animals.

"What is going on?" Jaehyun breathes out, eyes zeroed in on his frat brothers with a matching look of confusion on his face.

"Sweetheart," Yuta starts.

"Will you," Johnny carries on.

"Be our," Jungwoo continues.

"Valentine?" Mark finishes off.

"God, another 7 guys to share you with?" Jaehyun breathes under his breath before turning his attention to the guys, "you guys know she's my girlfriend, right?"

"Jaehyun, she's frat sweetheart. This is literally the least we can do," Doyoung explains with a look that leaves no room for complaints.

And Jaehyun can't even find it in himself to complain, not when he sees the look of pure joy and the tears of happiness in your eyes as you go down the line and hug your friends one by one while accepting the gifts. He's so in love with you.

a/n: trying out a bit of a different format here

[theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming]

Alright don't look at me. This post is going to be very large because I am 3 weeks behind oops. So here we go with Week 4/5/6 of

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you)

And also don't look at me about saying there would be an influx of older Sterek, okay? The Buddie brainrot is hard to beat.

Sterek: 6 Buddie: 33 (Buddie is all below the Read More :) )

BONE APPLE TEETH

"good boy" by quackquackcey | @quackquackcey (2025•E•10.8K)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer (2022•E•33.4K)

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

The Accidental Stilinski by DaisyBeats | @jos-corner-of-the-world (2025•GA•4.2K)

Eli starts his first day at lacrosse practice being mistaken for Stiles. Eli just rolls with it We all love a good unhinged Coach Finstock moment

Badlands by write_light | @write-light (2024•E•33.4K)

Sterek AU as camp counselors / ranch hands from different worlds, meeting in the mountains over three summers, and falling in love but living separate lives. They're only truly free in the endless high altitude summers that never last long enough and can never return the same way twice. Will they find a way to do this forever and just be together? Beacon Hills holds no monsters, but terrible creatures fill the lands around Hale Ranch, high in the Colorado Rockies. Nature walks and howling wolves, bucking bulls and stars overhead, and two boys who need each other more than they’ll ever admit.

begging you to stay (if it isn't too late) by MonsterRae1 | @monsterrae1 (2025•E•15.6K)

“Why?” He asked in between broken sobs “Why did he leave us, dad?” Derek hadn’t know what to answer, he hadn’t known how to explain to their perfect and sweet boy that they had struggled with their marriage for a long time, that they loved each other very very much, that Derek would always love Stiles, but he wasn’t going to force him to stay somewhere he didn’t feel loved anymore. Stiles had wanted more, and Derek couldn’t give him that. * Or, after getting injured on a mission, Stiles is forced to recover under the watch of his ex husband, feelings occur.

Stay the night, stay forever by Helloloveyes (2025•E•9.7K)

Stiles met Erica, Boyd and Isaac on three different occasions, their friendship saved him from the loneliness he carried. Then they introduced him to Derek Hale, a man that changed Stiles' life forever. After failing in love and still suffering the consequences, Derek wasn't expecting to find someone like Stiles, so perfect for him it hurt.

Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•E•61.2K)

When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck

i can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy | @buckleydiaz (2025•E•4.3K)

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.” aka: Buck and Eddie have phone sex.

save all your questions for the end by lady_ragnell | @theladyragnell (2025•T•9.3K)

She’s got that pitying expression that always puts Eddie’s hackles up, the widows-and-orphans face, and she’s looking at Buck and Chris as Chris whoops his way down the slide and Buck watches carefully as he catches himself at the bottom. “He must miss his sister very much,” she says. “They look so much alike.” In which someone makes a totally logical, if heteronormative, assumption and Eddie loses his damn mind about it.

making me crazy (really driving me mad) by sunshinelester (2025•E•4.9K)

“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie muttered against his skin, his voice rough and strained. “You smell… good.” Buck’s mind was spinning, conflicting emotions rising in his chest until he felt like he would explode. The alpha in him wanted to growl and nip at the older man’s audacity. To treat him like a potential mate? To look at him like he wanted to swallow the younger man whole? This wasn’t normal. Alphas didn’t act like this with each other, especially not during a rut where the instinct to mate was at the forefront of their minds. And yet. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Eddie was in a rut. As a fellow alpha, Buck didn’t think much of it; not until he had the older man pressed against his back with sharp canines scraping on his mating gland.

a buck caught in headlights by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•M•6.1K)

After going to a queer club together, a drunk Buck and May call Eddie to bring them home. Completely forgetting who is driving, Buck ends up confessing his love for Eddie to May... with Eddie in the front seat. -- Okay,” Buck says to himself as he fishes out his phone from his pocket. The bright light hurts his eyes and he has to put it far away from him, not unlike Bobby trying to read a meme without his reading glasses. The thought makes him giggle. “Who do we call?” “Ghostbusters,” May says, snickering. It takes Buck three tries to unlock his phone. “Hmm… Hen, Karen, Maddie – nope, she needs her beauty sleep. Uh… Eddie, Chim-“ “Eddie!” May says excitedly. She smiles at him, “I love Eddie! Eddie is awesome.” Buck nods, “He really is. I will call Eddie.”

Canine Teeth In The Side Of My Neck by RighteousPunk (2025•E•5.9K)

Eddie’s skin is pale, cold under his touch, yet, something feels different. It’s not pale, cold, is about to die skin he’s used to touch on the worst of emergencies. Their gloves usually don’t manage to hide the feeling that comes with someone who’s on death’s door. And then, it hits him. There’s a hue in Eddie’s eyes, something he’s sure was never there before. In the dim lights of the loft, Eddie’s eyes are shining red. And through Eddie’s slightly opened lips, two white canines are perking out.

Or, Eddie arrives wounded at Buck's loft, and Buck learns a new truth about his best friend.

Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon (2024•T•9.6K)

"Though—and I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but since you and Natalia are over with now, I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie?" Buck stops wincing and just blinks at her for a second. Then he says, "What?" "You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." - Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

shoulder the sky (let the rain come) by literalmetaphor | @absolutelybifurious (2024•M•44.5K)

There’s too much heat. The flames crackle and curl in the busted windows. The house is only two stories high. If Buck would listen, if he’d turn around and get out – he could be at the door, he could be out of the fucking blast radius. But Buck’s still standing in it. Eddie is cursed. Like he has been for years. Eddie is the blast radius. OR Eddie Diaz is cursed.

Parabola by semperama | @semperama (2025•T•4.6K)

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.

you'll find you again by rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy) | @call-me-medusa (2025•E•4.6K)

“Eddie,” Buck asks again, punctuating each word as he repeats his question, “What did you want to do?” Eddie can barely remember how they got here in the first place. “Give myself joy.” “Give yourself joy.” Buck repeats. “Now, how are you going to give yourself joy if I come and get you off myself?” - Or, Eddie's learning how to want joy for himself.

A Million Stabs Is All It Took by hearmyplea (2025•T•18.2K)

Eddie wants a tattoo after returning from deployment. The fact that his tattoo artist, this Evan guy, is affecting him this much shouldn't be examined.

from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans | @stevethehairington (2025•T•4.3K)

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

white house AU by buddiebuddie | @buddie-buddie [Part 1 & 2]

buck is the president of the united states and eddie is the secret service agent in charge of his security detail. shenanigans ensue.

Ink Flowers Into My Skin by hoveringcat9 | @hoveringcat9 (2025•T•4.7K)

Buck feels adrift, he’s fed up of dating and his search for the right tattoo artist has been fruitless. Luckily Karen has a new friend up to the job and more. For Week 7 of Winter of Buddie - Prompt Floral

kiss me on the mouth and set me free by keiro (2025•E•3.6K)

“It’s alright , it’s alright… I got you,” Eddie whispers on his skin, punctuating the end of the phrase with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is a tone lower, words rasping out of his lips. “Eyes on me, Buck.” Buck forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s just in time to see Eddie staring right at him, opening his mouth just a little while he holds his arm. Buck sees the way Eddie’s fangs expand, a gasp stuck on his throat right as they sink into his skin. - Eddie bites Buck, what comes next is a consequence.

He touched me, so I live to know by KejfeBlintz (2025•T•4.1K)

Eddie was jostled as Buck crashed down beside him, drinks in hand. The bar was packed so six of them were jammed in a booth designed for four. Eddie shot a quick apologetic look at Ravi, who had been squashed against the wall with Buck’s ungainly arrival. Buck handed out everyone’s drinks then pushed himself close to Eddie to fit on the bench, elbowing him in the ribs. “Watch it, Buckley,” Eddie groused, elbowing him back. “You watch it, Diaz,” Buck replied, kicking his ankle. “How about you both watch it,” Ravi grumbled as he was shoved against the wall again. “Be easier if there wasn’t a literal giant taking up all this space,” Eddie complained, “dude, when did you get this broad?” “These are lifesaving muscles, Eddie, don’t be a hater.” Or, 5 times Buck and Eddie touched, and one time they really touched.

An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•M•43.8K)

Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.

H-E-A-T-A/B/O: A Buddie Anthology by Bucksbelly (drarryweasley) | @bucksbelly [WIP] (2025•E•20.9K)

An anthology of Buddie one-shots based in omegaverse settings. These stories are NOT connected; they each have slightly different lore and can be read in any order! Brought to you by I wanted to write my favorite trope but couldn't decide how to do it so I wrote a bunch of them

Pain's like cold water by shadowkatninjawarrior (2024•M•75.2K)

Evan Buckley had lived a lie for sixteen years and it was going just fine. Until the truth started spilling through his fingers. Or, Omega!Buck has been pretending to be an alpha for more than half his life and everything changes when Eddie finds out.

faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•9.9K)

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.

gravity in between us by charmingqueenie | @alexisrosemullens (2025•T•16.7K)

Eddie’s not used to explaining his relationship with Buck. Everyone in LA just knows what they are. They’re Buck and Eddie. There isn’t one without the other. He knows that he’s been vague about what Buck is to him with his new coworkers. He knows this and yet he can’t stop himself. The first few times were an accident. He doesn’t mean to be vague and what he said could imply platonic. This time though. or Eddie accidentally implies that he's dating Buck to his new team in El Paso.

We're Overdue for a Revival by BespectacledBunny | @bespectacledbunnys (2024•M•60.8K)

“If I had,” Chris lingers on the words, watching Eddie intently through the screen, “If I had conditions?” Eddie feels his stomach knot up. It’s the first time Chris has ever alluded to a willingness to come home. Usually he just shoots Eddie down with a flat “I know” before hurrying off the call. Eddie Diaz will be damned before he lets this chance slip through his hands. “Anything,” his voice rings with desperation in his own ears, “Whatever you need to feel ready to come home. If I can make it happen, I will.” Chris eyes him, young face serious as a judge presiding over trial. An apt comparison because only Chris could condemn or parole Eddie. His fate is in his son’s hands so completely that if he was going to therapy, Frank would probably be concerned. Finally, Chris opens his mouth and says something so earth shattering as to crack the foundations of his father’s mind. “Marry Buck,” Chris says firmly.

cat-astrophic by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•T•5.5K)

Buck falls in love with a kitten. The kitten falls in love with Eddie. (Buck doesn't blame her.) -- It doesn’t take long before a familiar truck approaches. Eddie looks unimpressed as Buck gets into the car, holding the kitten tightly to his chest. “I’m surprised it took you this long to pick up a stray.” Buck snorts, “Well, you picked me first, so.” Eddie shakes his head, starting to drive again. “I didn’t pick you. You just appeared.” “Well, this one just appeared as well,” Buck tells him. “I couldn’t leave it, Eddie. What if a predator eats it?”

What if All I Need is You by serenelystrange | @serenelystrange (2025•GA•2.9K)

“Does Ravi actually think me and Eddie are dating?” “Maybe,” Chim says after a moment of consideration. “Or he’s just really good at fucking with you.” “50/50,” Hen agrees. “Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of Jesus Christ.

oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (2024•M•47.9K)

Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.

Don’t hang up on me, cause I’m hung up on you by creatures_that_dont_die | @creatures-that-dont-die (2025•E•5.8K)

“What are you making for dinner?” “I was just going to reheat some leftovers,” Buck says. Eddie makes a noncommittal noise on the other end, sounding almost disappointed. “What, were you hoping I’d make you something?” “No, I—” Eddie hesitates, then sighs. “I sort of wanted to listen to you cook.” The softness in his voice shifts to teasing. “You talk so much while you do it, I figure it’ll fill all the silence here. But I can just watch TV instead, once I figure out how to—” “No, no, I’ll cook something. Only because you asked so nicely. I’ll put you on speaker, okay?” As Buck sorts through Eddie’s fridge, deciding what he can throw together, he and Eddie fall into their usual chatter. When he’s at the stove, facing away from his phone resting on the table, he can almost imagine that Eddie is here with him and not 800 miles away. (Buck and Eddie talk on the phone almost constantly, and one thing leads to another.)

one way out and we're gonna find it by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•T•6.9K)

He just needed a little more time, is what he kept telling himself. A little more time to work through it and he’d be okay, wouldn’t feel like there’s a vice grip over his heart and lungs and the voices of his childhood priests in the back of his head at the thought of being seen in public with a man. There’s tears rolling silently down his cheeks now as Buck cradles him, and he finally manages to whisper, “How’d you do it? Go on a date with a guy, in public?” “Eddie?” Buck’s hands still from where they’ve been rubbing soothing patterns across Eddie’s back. “I don’t– I can’t–” Eddie tries, but he can’t make the words come, and he grips Buck’s shirt tighter instead.

younger than clouds by seachanged | @spacesongs (2025•T•1.1K)

When Buck drifts back awake the sun is about to drop over the horizon, its last light bathing the cabin in buttery pinks and corals. Eddie is leaning against the kitchen island dressed in a pair of boxer briefs that appear to be Buck’s, at least judging by how low they hang on his hips.

check me out and take me home by prioritizelove (2025•GA•1.4K)

“Chris really likes you, you know. One time–” Eddie laughs, “One time I brought him here during the evening, so you weren’t here, and he was literally pouting when we left. Said the librarian at the desk wasn’t as good as his friend Buck and ended up just checking out one of those, uh,” he waves a hand, “wimpy diary books.” Or Buck's a children's librarian and Christopher is his favorite patron. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing Christopher’s dad as well.

Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi | @princessfbi (2022•E•40.2K)

“I’m sorry…” Eddie said, holding his hand out to stop the tumble of words falling from Buck’s lips. “You want to what?” Of all the things he thought Buck wanted to talk about at breakfast, the breakfast Buck had asked Eddie if he wanted to grab at the end of their long shift, this was nowhere near it. “Fake date.” Buck repeated with all the confidence in the world that Eddie didn’t believe for a second because what Buck was proposing was insane. “For the holidays.” aka Buck and Eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!

Face to my face by EtoileGarden | @etoilegarden (2023•T•46.5K)

“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.” Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.

[sofy-tofy]

Women enemies in horror deserve a mention for their effective scariness in narrative, especially when the lead is also one. Is normal for us feel safe when the same gender is around but.. when who should understand your struggles is instead against you.. is fucked in many ways 🧵

Let me explain it using the examples, starting with Mary from Clock Tower: She is a teacher, a figure which kids are told to trust and feel safe from danger, but that is what is scary about her. A woman who use this knowlege for pray on young girls for her satanic situal desires.

Dahlia from Silent Hill is more fucked in my opinion. Like Mary, she is obsessed with a cult-like religious identity but she take it to extremes. While the first use "other kids" for her mission, Dahlia literally abuse her OWN child for complete a fanatic and miserable ideology.

Daniella from Haunting Ground is, in my opinion, one of the best PS2 horror characters to analyze. She, like Fiona, was abused by the men in the house and heavily objectified simply because of her gender. But heres the thing: instead of understanding Fiona, she does the opposite-

Daniella despises her, seeing Fiona as competition regarding what the Belli family men taught her about women's duty, especially because she owns an "azoth." Rather than respect and help the girl to escape and return to a normal modern life, she hunts her down for be "complete."

To end the conversation, let's talk about Gloria (or Elisa) from the Remothered series. Due to the heavy pain caused by her brother and anyone close to him, she decided to take out her anger by taking down, step by step, anyone involved in her misery. Using the "Red Nun" figure-

This figure is actually, in this case, a "true face" of something that was somewhat watered down in modern media: the nun. These religious figures can be truly despicable. Indeed, this character does have moments when he talks in a very misogynistic way toward our protagonist.

Her point is to show how, even knowing how badly the world treated her, Gloria herself became part of the same problem. Another point to show is how she represents the "sister," despising the person who she consider as such due to things honestly no one could have controlled.

All of them played with figures whom we are told to trust, love, and respect but… we also need to realize how cruel and unfair the world can be. No matter what, some can be a danger. End of the talk! What do you think? A character i missed you think deserve a mention? Lets talk~

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[artstennisracket]

i neeeeed artrick dom/sub dynamic in my life. art and pat own each other in such a unique way and i feel like that translates over to intimacy as well. not necessarily in a way where one is always in charge, i think it kinda goes both ways. i’m not articulating this well but still

i trust you to get the vision.

i’m picking up what ur putting down anon😉, I hope you likeeeee :)

cw: dom/sub undertones but now that im really looking at it idek if i did this prompt correctly😭 and there’s no smut in this

*just realized this prompt literally states intimacy im so sorry anon I will work on a part 2

Patrick and Art have a been a package deal since they started the academy. After they became roommates that fateful day, they’ve been inseparable.

Most people would describe their relationship as…honestly pretty gay tbh. But Art and Patrick didn’t have to explain themselves to anyone. Sure they cuddled to go to sleep sometimes, and maybe there were like two times (ten times) they’ve masturbated together. Other than that they consider themselves your stereotypical best friends.

But there was certain dynamics in play. Of course they were subliminal, never outspoken. Art and Patrick had a very unique understanding of each other that transcended verbal communication.

There was a time when Art was being really indecisive of what shirt he wanted to wear to go see his girlfriend later. He was wearing his tiny little briefs, damp curls sticking to his forehead. He felt like he had gone through every single shirt he owned but none of them felt good enough.

Patrick walked out the bathroom, observing the mess Art had made with his clothes everywhere. Patrick smirked as he walked over to their bed picking up a blue polo and holding it up for Art.

“wear this one,” Patrick tilts his head to the side like he’s trying to envision Art wearing the shirt, “brings out your eyes.”

Now what the fuck does Patrick know about fashion. Art scoffs, “yeah sure, whatever,” as he pulls the polo on over his head.

Art can be really indecisive at times, his mind running 10 miles a minute. Now every time he starts to spiral, overthinking about what he should wear, Patrick will just pick his clothes out for him. Even though Art would always make a dismissive remark about how he can pick his own clothes, he did really appreciate Patrick doing it for him. Sometimes he really just needed someone to make a decision for him but he’d never say that out loud. Especially when they had to pick places to go out to eat it was like pulling teeth.

“i don’t know where i wanna go man, i’m good with whatever.” Art shrugs.

Patrick groans, “that doesn’t fucking help, there’s a million places we could go and i know if I suggest something you don’t like you’re just going to complain.”

Art lets out an exasperated sigh falling back onto their bed, “can you please just pick something for me?”

Now that was a first. Art never usually just says he wants Patrick to choose. Maybe it’s because they just shared a joint. Since he was nice enough to ask, Patrick indulges and drives them to get subs at the nearest sandwich shop.

Patrick picked up on how indecisive Art actually is years ago and sometimes he’ll tease Art about it, but he always ends up giving in and making the decision when he knows Art can’t. That means that almost anytime they go out to eat Patrick has to choose. Even when they eat in the cafeteria and Art can’t decide between a chicken sandwich and pizza, Patrick chooses for him. And in return Art would order extra of whatever he’s eating so that Patrick could have some too.

Patrick was like a black hole. He could eat an entire box of pizza if it came down to it. Art didn’t really care because he doesn’t always finish his own food so he’d give the rest to Patrick. That way there’s no waste. Or when Art takes the pickles off his burger, Patrick would be right there ready to eat them up.

So even though Art never expresses appreciation verbally, Patrick knew deep down Art did appreciate it and would go with whatever decision Patrick would make.

There were also times when Patrick needed Art too though.

Patrick wasn’t the best at time management. Between practice and school, sometimes he would forgot to study or do his homework on time. But if his grades fall below a B he won’t be able to do tennis anymore, so Art made sure that wouldn’t happen.

They had a system where Art wouldn’t speak to Patrick until all his work was finished (unless he needed help with it). It was hard at first.

“you’re really not gonna talk to me?” Patrick asks, dropping his backpack onto the floor.

Art nods from where he’s sitting on their bed reading a book.

Patrick scoffs before he toes off his shoes. He climbs onto their bed snatching Art’s book from him. “c’mon its just homework blondie, i promise i can get it done without the silent treatment”

Art looks at him, raising one eyebrow before he shakes his head no, crossing his arms over his chest.

Patrick smirks pointing to himself, “really? you’re gonna say no to this face?”

Art scoffs laughing and nods again as he messes up Patrick’s hair and pushes his head away.

Patrick groans getting off the bed to make his way to his desk and setting up his homework.

It wasn’t ideal but it was the only way Art could get him to actually do his homework. If Patrick can’t get distracted talking a mile a minute, then he could focus on homework. No video games, no TV, no leaving, just Patrick and his homework.

It took Patrick so long to adjust to but eventually it started working like a charm. Patrick would be done with his homework within the hour and everything could go back to normal.

Going home for break was always rough for them since being apart was difficult. But it was particularly rough for Patrick because going home meant being in the same place as his father.

Patrick had been fighting with his father for as long as he can remember. Always standing up for himself since nobody else would. He wasn’t sure why his dad always hated him without reason but after Patrick’s sister had outed him to their parents after he confided in her in confidence, his dad had made it his personal mission to make Patrick very aware how he feels about Patrick’s “lifestyle choices”.

So going home was hell, especially when Art couldn’t come home with him. Art’s grandma’s birthday was coming up and Art’s parents wanted to go visit her so Art had decided to go home for break instead of going with Patrick.

Art was no stranger to receiving calls from Patrick about his dad, it happened every single time they went home for any type of break during school. Most times it was Patrick being very angry and Art would calm him down so Patrick wouldn’t doing anything rash. Other times it was Patrick on the brink of tears over something disrespectful his dad said to him.

Over the course of break, Patrick would get into multiple screaming matches his dad and every single time he would find himself on the phone with Art shortly after. Confiding in Art so he wouldn’t have a breakdown every time. But there was a particular fight that put Patrick over the edge.

ring ring

“hey man, what’s up?” Art asks.

Patrick goes to start his sentence but can feel himself on the brink of tears. He didn’t want to cry right now. He takes a deep breath, his voice wavering, “i can’t stay here anymore.”

Art can hear the hurt in Patrick’s voice and his face visibly softens. His takes a beat before he says, “what did he do?”

Patrick looks up to his ceiling, blinking back the tears that threaten to escape, “i cant—,” his voice cracks, “i don’t want to stay where im not wanted. you didn’t see the way—” and that’s all it really take for the flood gates to open. Patrick is crying full force now because all he can think about is how much his dad actually hates him.

Before it was more subtle but now it was outright. In their last fight his dad had ended it by saying, and if you think i’m going to ever publicly support having a faggot son you got another thing coming. as a matter of fact, i don’t even have a son at all anymore. get out of my sight.

It wasn’t even the words that broke Patrick, it was the way his dad looked at him. A lot of emotions were written across his face like anger and disgust, but his eyes? It was as if he was looking through Patrick, like Patrick didn’t exist. Like he didn’t care if Patrick lived or died. Like he was nothing.

“art i cant— i just cant stay here.” Patrick chokes out between sobs.

“hey, hey, its okay. do you want me to come? you can stay with us for the rest of break.” Art responds softly. Luckily they only live about 4 hours away from each other. But Art has already started driving speeding from the second Patrick called him so there’s maybe about 3 and a half hours left to go.

Patrick nods forgetting Art cant see him. He sniffles, “please.”

“m’ already on my way but we can stay on the phone until i get there. but now im gonna need you to do something for me. can you take some deep breaths for me?”

Patrick nods again, using his hands to wipe the tears from his face. They take a few deep breaths together, Art coaching Patrick through it and counting out loud.

“you did a really good job, now i want you to drink some water and pack your stuff okay?”

Patrick packed his bag and they stayed on the phone until Art came and picked him up. Art would listen to Patrick rant about his dad a thousand times over if it meant Patrick would actually feel even the tiniest bit better afterwards. But he would always be there for Patrick no matter what. He would walk though hell and back if it meant Patrick would be okay.

When they got back to Art’s house Art made sure to do everything he could to turn Patrick’s brain off so he wouldn’t think about his dad anymore. They played video games, watched movies, and ordered food.

That night they cuddled in Art’s bed. Patrick’s head rested on Art’s chest while Art mindlessly played with Patrick’s curls until he fell asleep.

[scarletskiesinthepaths]

One Timeline, One Fate: How Eren’s Will Shaped the 80% Rumbling in Attack on Titan

Okay, so I’ve seen tons of confusion surrounding the nature of “time travel” in Attack on Titan: Why couldn’t Eren just change the future once he saw it? Are there multiple timelines at play? And if so, did Eren ever really have a choice, or was he locked into carrying out the Rumbling? I decided to make a comprehensive post to help clear things up.

“Time travel” in Attack on Titan is actually more about memory transmission than literal hopping between timelines. Basically, I’ll be explaining the Attack Titan’s ability to see future inheritors’ memories, the Founding Titan’s role in uniting all Subjects of Ymir through the Paths, and how these powers combine to form what looks like a loop of inevitability. By the end, you’ll see why Eren couldn’t—or rather, wouldn’t—alter the course he’d foreseen, and why there’s really only one timeline holding it all together. In essence, Eren chose the future he saw, even if he couldn't alter it.

How does “time travel” work in Attack on Titan?

Attack on Titan does not portray multiple realities or divergent timelines. Rather, the story unfolds along a single timeline, wherein past, present, and future events can influence one another through Titan memories. 

In Attack on Titan, “time travel” is really a byproduct of two intertwined abilities:

The Founding Titan’s power (Ymir Fritz’s power):

Connects all Subjects of Ymir through the Paths.

Can alter memories, bodies, and even pass mental images across time if the Founder is involved.

The Attack Titan’s power:

Possesses the ability to view the memories of its future inheritors (not just past ones).

This means the Attack Titan can see glimpses of events that haven’t happened yet—at least to the Titan’s current holder.

When Eren acquires both the Attack Titan and gains partial (and later full) access to the Founding Titan’s abilities (through contact with royal blood, notably via Zeke, and earlier interactions with Historia and Dina), these powers merge, enabling memories to move both forward and backward along a single, unbroken timeline.

How Memories “Move” Through Time

Because of these powers:

Eren can send memories from his future self to past inheritors of the Attack Titan.

These transmissions are selective; Eren chooses which memories to send and to whom.

The Founding Titan’s power effectively creates a network (the Paths) that spans all time. It’s not traditional time-travel ; it’s more akin to a single timeline threaded through everyone connected by Ymir’s bloodline.

It is important to note: The future that is transmitted back is the future that will occur; there are no alternate versions of reality. Once Eren perceives a future or sends a memory of it, the timeline has effectively “locked in” that eventuality.

Key Evidence from the Manga:

The Attack Titan’s Power (Chapter 89)

Eren Kruger demonstrates knowledge of Mikasa and Armin long before they are born, a clear example of glimpsing future inheritors’ memories.

Founding Titan & the Paths (Chapters 120–122)

These chapters illustrate how the Founding Titan’s influence spans all Subjects of Ymir within the Coordinate, enabling far-reaching manipulations of time, memory, and physical forms.

Influencing the Past (Chapter 121)

Eren effectively spurs Grisha Yeager to carry out the attack on the Reiss family. This provides a direct example of Eren influencing the past. Grisha also explicitly reacts to something Eren is showing him—memories from Eren's future, beamed back through the Paths.

Why Eren Couldn’t (or Wouldn’t) Change the Future

A central question arises: if Eren perceives destructive events on the horizon, why not prevent them? The best way to understand this is recognizing that Eren’s will, his personal desires, and the single, closed loop timeline all lock him into a self-fulfilling prophecy. The Attack Titan does not expose random potential scenarios; it reveals a future shaped by Eren’s own resolve and desires. Once Eren observes (and transmits) a specific future, that future becomes embedded in the timeline. Attempting to deviate would negate the very memories he sent back. Moreover, Eren doesn’t want to negate the memories he sent back. Eren transmits those memories precisely because he wants his past self to strive toward that future. The image of the Rumbling’s destruction (think of the “this is freedom” panel) is what Eren wants to see.

Crucially, he shows this willingness and longing by diverting the path of Dina’s titan away from Bertolt—a decision that ensures certain events unfold exactly as needed (including the death of his own mother) to see a future where he carries out the Rumbling.

When Did Eren Know He’d Be Stopped at 80% Destruction?

Eren’s early glimpses of the future, derived solely from the Attack Titan, were incomplete. As a result, he initially believed the Rumbling would annihilate the entire world. Not until physical contact with Ymir Fritz in the Paths (Chapters 120–122) did he acquire comprehensive knowledge of the ultimate outcome—namely, that the destruction would halt at roughly 80%, not 100%. Before this full disclosure, his partial insights led him to anticipate total obliteration.

What’s the evidence for this?:

Up until Chapter 120, Eren never had full control of the Founding Titan. It was only when he and Zeke converged in the Paths that Eren finally reached Ymir directly. Until that point, he had only seen glimpses of the future via the Attack Titan’s ability—the most notable example being when he made contact with Historia in Chapter 90.

The glimpses of the future Eren sent to himself in the past only showed him the future he wanted to see. As a result, Eren fixated on the outcome he’d been driving toward (total destruction) without realizing there was a point in which he’d be forced to stop. The glimpses he saw led him to think that total annihilation was the endgame; he never saw (or understood) the moment in which the Alliance would intervene and halt the Rumbling. Eren’s mindset pre-contact with Ymir is also important to understand. In the flashbacks with Floch shown in Chapters 130-131, Eren shows no intention of leaving survivors outside the island.

Throughout Chapters 130-131, Eren is also shown deliberating the atrocity he’s about to commit. He fully believes it will erase civilization beyond Paradis.

Why didn’t Eren pivot when he learned that 100% annihilation wasn’t in the cards?:

Bringing all of the points together—there’s only one chain of events. The moment Eren sees how it concludes, it’s set—because that’s the future he himself instigates. Even though Eren’s rational mind grasps that the Rumbling will “fail” to achieve total destruction, he’s already committed to forging that horrific reality. This drive, tied to his longing for absolute freedom and a human-free landscape, renders him incapable (or unwilling) to step back. In Chapter 122, Ymir’s choice to grant Eren the full Founding Titan power ensures the unstoppable path forward. The Rumbling commences, and the single timeline proceeds as “destined.” Chapter 139 finalizes the point: Eren outright confesses to Armin that he moved forward with the Rumbling partly because he couldn’t stop himself. His dream of freedom—the same dream that made him wage war on the entire world—also chained him to the future he saw.

Conclusion

Ultimately, Attack on Titan’s depiction of “time travel” is less about traversing alternate timelines and more about transmitting memories within a single, closed timeline. The Attack Titan sees future events (shaped by the wielder’s own will), and the Founding Titan’s Paths allow those events to anchor themselves in the past. This cycle forms an unbreakable loop, ensuring that the fate Eren glimpses is the fate he brings to life—no matter how horrifying.

So, while it might look like Eren is helpless in the face of destiny, the truth is more bittersweet: he’s trapped by his own desires and the single timeline’s rules. He chooses to walk the path he’s shown, effectively binding himself to the 80% Rumbling outcome. In this way, Eren Yeager’s tragedy lies not in having no choice—but in having a singular, unwavering conviction that makes him want the future he sees, ensuring it can’t unfold any other way.

If you're interested in more of my thoughts on the subject of Eren and whether he had a choice, here's another post I wrote on the topic:

[gloomwitchwrites]

Not a request I just would really love to know how you come up with your ideas? You put out a lot of content and it always unique! How do you do it??

Oh my gosh! Hi! Yes! Of course! I'd love to answer this question.

Ha. Okay. This is going to take some explaining, so hang in there as I ramble (because I will ramble.)

If you were to crack open my skull and peer inside, you'd find a nest of noise. It's loud in my head (it's anxiety and likely something undiagnosed) and I am thinking about anything and everything all at once. Really, I should be medicated, but since I'm not, I channel all that energy into being productive because I literally cannot be alone with my thoughts. I require constant distraction.

Writing is that distraction for me. It's very soothing for my brain when I take all that noise and focus it on something I really love, and it always produces productivity and creativity as a result.

My best friend is always like "how the fuck do you write so much??" and it's because it's a coping mechanism. It's a bit like therapy in a way.

When it comes to the What If & Imagines series, I cannot take all the credit. All except a handful of prompts have come directly from reader requests. While those specifically don't come from my head, they do act as a great starting point. I think about possible angles by considering how I believe the characters would act in those scenarios. I start small, and then expand if I think I need to. I also go into them knowing that I do not want to rehash the same thing four times, and I go out of my way to make sure each is different.

But beyond that, I'm always thinking and questioning and considering how I can turn something on its head. And I don't mean that just for my CoD work. I take that mentality with all the fandoms I write for. I carry a little notebook with me, my iphone's notes app is a literal jungle, the Google Docs app on my phone is also abused, and I write down anything that I'm like "I need to keep that." Sometimes if all I can grab is a sticky note, I'll use that and then shove it in my purse. And if I'm in the car, I'll dictate my thoughts through Siri to add them into my notes app or send an email to myself (through Bluetooth y'all; don't text and drive.)

I also schedule time to write, and I make a to-do list of what I want to accomplish during that writing session. It helps focus my brain.

I also stay heavily organized. Like heavily organized. I have lots of spreadsheets that are color-coded, and I purposefully assign "due dates" because it tricks my brain into thinking "you must get this done because it is assigned" and WHAM, I'm plugging away at the keyboard.

When I get stuck, I only ever reach out to my bestie. Sometimes I just need a fresh pair of eyes when I'm rolling ideas around in my head but something is missing and I have no idea what it might be. She's great about throwing a few suggestions my way that has me looking at the story differently, or considering a prompt from another angle.

But it's important to note that what works for me isn't going to work for everyone. I'm sure one of you reading this right now is thinking "Poppy, you need to fucking chill." And friend, I wholeheartedly agree. But if I'm not being productive through managing my anxiety-induced head noise, then I'm running on pure rage and spite.

Anyway! I hope that answered your question! Thank you so much for sending it in, and also kudos to y'all who read through all that. <3

~ Poppy

[eldraftsman]

Amazing analysis for Endo's way of choosing colors and composition in creating special ilustrations. Now I can understand why I really love Endo's ilustrations (I hope one day he release the artbook)

Anyway, further question, can you explain why I feel that Endo has a different style when using double spreads?

Idk the exact reasons. But I get the feeling that Endo use it differently than other mangaka.

Thank you 🥰🥰

Oh, thank YOU. Glad to talk about art theory any day, any week. As to why those illustrations feel so different, it's because the illustrations are actually approached a little different than his manga pages. This is gonna get a little technical so let's start slow. First thing to remember is that illustrations, drawing and paintings are an abstraction of how we as humans perceive the natural world. How close to reality an art piece aims to be determines what the best approach the artist takes to mimic the different objects and optic phenomena in an image. Materials, lights, shadows, and so on get represented with different techniques depending on the intended result.

Excerpt from "Understanding Comics" by Scott McCloud about cartooning. In manga in particular this is also informed by the limitation of works being primarily printed black and white. Not getting into the weeds of the historical background behind this situation, but this particular restriction means manga artists approach their pieces with only blacks and whites in mind. They need the most visual clarity on the lines, the contrast decided by just two polar extremes, mitigated partially with half tones(which due to the printing technology, use of proper black ink and nothing else requires halftones to be also pure black spread across specific patterns) and generally speaking this creates an entire visual language they're subject to.

Depending on the artist's level of skill, their intended tone, their choices in abstraction and just their aesthetic preferences(among other things), you get whatever they choose to show and emphasize with these relatively restrictive visual means. Manga series with a softer look may use halftones for the shadows while series that aim for more visually heavy styles(be it for the sake of action or drama) tend to use hatching techniques to portray the shadows. A mixture of the two is also possible, but different series aimed to different demographics will have more pronounced preferences. It's also not limited to this dichotomy(as some series might use solid black for the shadows depending on the context) but these are the most popular options. Keep in mind how rarely you see proper fades in manga. The rare occassion you see those, they're still small black dots.

On the left, different techniques of hatching. On the right, a fade from grey to white. As to why this long preamble? Because the available choices broaden immensely the moment you introduce color into the equation as literal millions of possibilities open up to convey more varied visual information. Even technologically, proper fades become a non issue. And yet... how much different mangaka take advtantage out of this varies from person to person. Some draw pretty much the same way as they would normally. They use the same types of hatching, the same black lines, or even blotches of solid black where they could easily introduce a different color that blends more harmoniously with the rest. Look at this One Piece illustration for instance.

The color is vivid, the shadows fairly intricate (replacing the usual hatching with the appropriate colors) and there's some bright highlights that you don't see in the black and white pages... and yet, there's still a LOT of solid black. Luffy's Cape and hair, Zoro's clothes, Perona's dress, you name it. Even the white lines and cross-hatching to separate black shapes is there. Many of the staples of Eiichiro Oda's work in black and white remain exactly the same.

Another example of this same approach would be this color spread from Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto.

This one takes even less advantage of the possibilities of coloring outside the obvious. While to his credit the saturation is a lot less overblown than the last example I used of his, the shadows are already defined quite a lot by the hatching(look at the head and neck of the horse in front) and we got once again some pitch black areas like one of Naruto's belts and Sasuke's hair. The approach almost comes across as a normal manga page where instead of half tones they used color sharpies. The colors do give the image personality and make it easier to read but hardly add any extra definition to the subjects. Now, let's take a look at someone who does the complete opposite and uses painting techniques not available in a black and white drawing for a color illustration in a way that is not quite a drawing at all anymore.

If you look at the volume covers from Berserk by the halfway point of the story, you're going to notice that there's not really much you could call lines per se, nor a trace of hatching, instead using varying shades of color and brushtrokes to depict the characters. Like proper classical painting, Kentaro Miura's composition here operates on light and shadow zones that create "lines" where they intersect, but most of the picture doesn't really have harsh contours of a definitive color to define the outline.

This is not in small part because it IS a proper oil painting, mind you. You can even see the small dots of the intersections in the cloth of the canvas. Regardless of how it was achieved, though, it's tonally approrpiate and aesthetically enriches the manga it comes from... but a far cry from the rest of the artwork from the same series, which instead borrows from engraving with exquisite, extensive hatching.

Finally, Endo's approach... which is something akin to the middle point of these extremes. It keeps many of the same qualities of his black and white work, but uses color to do things he usually chooses to substract for the sake of visual clarity that would get cluttered with greys and blacks. Let's compare two drawings of Yor, and see how these differences in technique affect the character design.

Even in a context where the manga illustration is supposed to be a soft "Shoujo Filter"-esque moment, the hair is mostly a flat black, the shadows a single semitone, the bright part on the lower iris achieved by hatching(with the highlight being plain white), and the lips are a single line. Now compare to that face on the cover of Volume 3. The lines are already both a little thicker and of varied colors, but the shading and lighting is notoriously more complex. You have soft shadows, harsh shadows, bounce lights(which is the light that bounces from a separate surface onto the main subject, or even other parts of the subject like the light skin tone in front of her bangs), rim lights(the iluminated edge of a shape from a separate source of light from elsewhere, like the side of her neck), and so on. Furthermore, the color is used to give definition to aspects that are not drawn at all in the manga panel, such as a light rubor to Yor's cheeks or her lips being colored at all while also getting the appropriate highlight. Even the eyes gain a lot of depth due to color being used to establish points where there's more light in the iris. Let's remember the iris has an inner curvature so there's points on the lower half that will still look brighter. These details are hardly paid much mind in the black and white artwork but get emphasized with additional colors.

Of course, it HAS to be noted that even the same artist might take a different approach to color and linework depending on the illustration and Endo himself uses more flat coloring in some color spreads.But overall, that's what it boils down to. Compared to a lot of mangaka, Endo uses color to unlock details and definition from the characters and objects he usually subtracts in black and white. Anyway, these are some of the basic observations I have to offer on the subject. I could go on with more detail about things like texture, and other different approaches from other mangaka that could be considered middle points themselves in this haphazardly made scale of "black and white VS color techniques", but I hope this helped explain something about this question.

[momentomori24]

Considering what we can gather from Wolfgang's upbringing and the heavy implication that his mum died when he was still a little kid, potentially leaving him with a very likely abusive man and a murderer for a dad or orphaned-- yeah, I think his perspective on gender is uhhhh probably kinda stunted, to put it simply. The fact that he's not a raging misogynist and actually a pretty good guy and person in general is actually kinda surprising, given that context.

Grace is an interesting talking point cuz he clearly disapproves of how she treats the more vulnerable people around them (Eloise and Toshiko), and he does actually scold her for it too, yet not as harsh and severely as he probably should. Wolfgang, generally, is a pretty... passive guy? Even when he dislikes someone or they do something wrong, he still keeps his composure and his more softer tone of voice pretty well. Whether or not he's harsher about Grace's behaviour in private or not, from what we see he definitely seems to struggle with acting accordingly and with greater severity in situations where he should. Case and point, the one person who he is even more passive with when it comes to people being disrespectful towards them is vey much himself. He's critical when it's Eloise and Toshiko, but when it's himself he doesn't actually stand up for himself and just rolls with it (Grace and Cassidy are good examples of this).

The way he treats Eva makes complete sense considering she's objectively a lot more dangerous and a lot more suspicious than Damon is in comparison. Damon's an asshole. He's a complete jackass, yet there's a certain transparency with him that just doesn't exist with Eva. He's got a massive ego and a slight lack of empathy, sure. But he's only a debater. Eva has claimed herself to be the Ultimate Liar, a person who's sole purpose is to be deceitful and sow discourse, which she does repeatedly. She's lied about her talent, about the Tozu Trinkets, about having been honest the entire time-- who knows what else she could be lying about at their expense? It's why he's more wary of her, because she attempts to take control of vulnerable situations to twist them in her favour on multiple occasions in a way Damon just doesn't.

And she continues to try and take Wolfgang down while doing this too. She was already going after him in the trial grounds back in Chapter 0, back when he has done literally nothing to her. She does it again in pharmacy during Chapter 1, in response to him reasonably stating that being complacent to someone who's title is the biggest "bro don't trust me" talent ever is not a good idea. To have someone in your group with a talent that confirms them as a manipulator, a deceiver and a troublemaker with malintent, someone who's shown previously to not have said group's best interest in mind, someone who has lied at their expense and has continuously cut short moments of vulnerability and hope and peace to heighten tensions and suspicions before trying to discredit and put put a target on the back of the one guy keeping everyone's nerves at bay and preventing them all from turning on each other by the barest skin of his teeth? From anyone's perspective that is not Damon or Eva, that's sus as fuck 💀 She has incriminated herself beyond just being kind of an asshole. Don't get it twisted, Damon has also been manipulative and secretive and apathetic, to the point where he has both lied and omitted crucial information which ended up massively contributing to Wolfgang's murder, so he's not actually that much better. However, most of the actually sketchy shit he does is usually in private where the group remains none the wiser, while Eva's transgressions are a lot more public, hence why they are more critical of her in a way they couldn't fairly be with Damon. There's also the fact that when Eva does something wrong and gains some scrutiny, she decides to retreat to a secluded area without even trying to explain herself or right her wrongs. Damon, however, spends a lot more time with the group (however crudely) and by extension Wolfgang, which adds a layer of familiarity and predictability over his more troublesome behaviour. Eva's actually a pretty good evaluation point to the sentiment that Wolfgang doesn't know how to tackle women being problematic.

I can perhaps see his scope on knowledge when it comes to women's issues being somewhat limited, but I do think he's someone who understands and would understand the severity of the issues pretty well and actually be way more invested than the average guy considering his close proximity with male violence and gender inequality due to both his job and his implied dysfunctional and possibly abusive household (we see an imbalance in the level of care and interest for Cara's brutal murder case where he's clearly the most condemning and the one who seeks out justice the most). He has been shown to be aware and realistic of his own shortcomings when it comes to basic skills outside of his job. Even when he's not good at them still earnestly tries to get it right, and he takes responsibility for a whole group and fights for their happiness and survival despite his own worries and insecurities, which is a trait of his I do appreciate.

Wolfgang is honestly such a funny character cuz he's literally the biggest and most openly passionate feminist in the cast (probably even more so cuz of his mum and her work) while also being the biggest and most obvious example to point to when it comes to his male status being a very probable contributor to what allowed him to lead and thrive more easily and without as much judgement in ways his female peers are unable to (Diana and Eva).

Also something something about him being so emotional and enraged about the unrestrained violence committed against Cara and believing that "killing a woman is the worst thing a man could do" when it's theorised and seemingly implied by his hallucinations that his father-- the man he resembles so heavily-- murdered his mother.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Explain in extreme detail why you love Sunset Shimmer

You just poked a bear lol

So here's the damn thing. A lot of bad guys in this show have underdeveloped or basic-ass backstories. Its not always an issue, sometimes it doesn't mess with anything. But Sunset being the first pupil of Celestia immediately raises an eyebrow, immediately calls to attention how she must have had a much more different role in the background, and ages imply that she would have been very young as a pupil of Celestia. Good times.

From that, just that little smidge of concept, you can already consider so many possibilities with this character. Making her being an antagonist that was beaten down and then redeemed is one thing thats already done and fun enough. But she actually joins the main cast of her show, she has to work for it, there's a period where she's hated and shunned, where she has to crawl on her hands and knees to earn her damn place in the light of good

So when she's actively a part of the group and is the catalyst to their victory, literally ASCENDING TO HELP, she proves to everyone just how far she's changed and blows the villans away.fantastic.

And then its not even done there! She keeps growing, keeps improving, becomes a LEADER, A GENUINE LEADER of the mane 5, and then manages to become a goddamn friendship seraphim

AND WITH THIS NEWFOUND POWER SHE USES IT TO ACTIVELY HELP SOMEONE THAT LOST HER WAY, JUST LIKE IT WAS ONCE DONE FOR HER

Hers is one of the most engaging and fun 'redemption arcs' ive ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and of the entire show, I think its the best one, tbh.

It's just impecably entertaining how in the movies, comics, specials, she is always burdened by loss. She has multiple times lost everything, and even then, she makes her way back. she tries to become better, to improve herself, to grow. All of these things make her a character that is endlessly full of potential for creating more stories and developing even further. The canon does a lot right, and yet leaves even more space to develop, such as her relationship with celestia, the potential of what she does after, whether ts in equestria or in the human world, and how far she can go to save those she cares about n stuff.

She comes back! The sun alegory is fantastic, the phoenix allegory is incredible, she's the immortal Sunset Shimmer, and I fucking love that for her. Also I like it when she and twilight fuck nasty. Doesn't matter which one lol

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I had an idea for a Masters brothers (Liu, Jeff + Sully?) younger sibling reader who’s a robotics engineer sort of person? I like the teen readers if that’s okay, it’s cool if not too! But think Hiro from Big Hero 6 or Jinx from Arcane! Preferably a mansion member if that makes sense to this request. Thank you again <3 -🧶

I love this idea SO MUCH??? SO CUTE?? Thank you as always for giving me such lovely requests to write. I left the age kind of ambiguous but I did imagine them as sort of a teen younger sibling :p I hope you enjoy, it's always a pleasure to write for ya <3

The boys are so very proud of you, and also so very confused about where you got your skills from. I feel like Jeff is okay with technology, but Liu and Sully are *very* bad with electronics, and so for them to have you, their younger sibling, who can literally DESIGN and BUILD your own things???? They are absolutely wowed and amazed and they probably tell you that all the fucking time because they feel that you should also be proud of yourself, even if your designs might not always work the way that you want them to 100%, you still have the drive to do it in the first place.

I feel like Liu is probably the most concerned about your robotic engineering though, mostly because he's such a protective older brother. He always makes sure you're still eating and drinking well and not spending too much time working on your projects, and he makes sure you're not endangering yourself. He makes sure you're not at risk of electrocuting yourself or hurting yourself with a tool, and of course, you always reassure him that you know what you're doing but sometimes he just can't help but hover around you nervously, worried that you might get hurt sometimes. Sully is much more relaxed about the whole thing because he certainly trusts you to know more about what you're doing than he might. I feel like Sully honestly loves watching you design and build things, and he'll just sit next to you and watch with rapt attention. If you can explain things to him as you go he always pays attention and tries his best to commit things to memory so he can ask you about them later, because he loves learning about the things you're interested in so he can be a good big brother. If you ever offer to teach him how to do certain things he would be SO excited, he's rolling up his sleeves and sitting down so patiently and eager to learn immediately.

Jeff is also like, your biggest cheer squad. Every time you bring him a new thing you built to show him he is SO PROUD??? I'm talking about shaking your shoulders and telling you how incredible you are levels of praise, he always gives you such a big hug whenever you show him something too, and he'll lift you up and spin you around to be dramatic. Jeff thinks pretty poorly of himself and his skills in general, and so to have a younger sibling like you who can actively build things from the ground up and have them WORK??? INCREDIBLE! He totally brags to like every single person he knows about you and how you're the coolest and smartest person he knows, and he's so proud to be your big brother. BEN is also really technology smart, and Jeff is the closest person to BEN, so he definitely offers to ask BEN to give you some programming advice if you ever need any (despite the fact that BEN has probably already offered to do so but shhhh let Jeff feel like he's helping). I feel like if there are any competitions you'd want to enter into all three of them would encourage you to do so, and they'd go with you to cheer you on and support you from the sidelines. The three of them always make time to check in on you and see if there's anything they can help you with, whether it be buying you more supplies, or assisting in the process of something. They really are so, so proud and happy to have a sibling like you who has a passion you're so devoted to. They'll do whatever they can to make sure you can keep participating in your engineering and growing and learning, so make sure to rely on them and remind them just how proud you are to have them as your older brothers too.

[tojirights]

okkkkk listen im sure this has been done before but i can't stop thinking abt astarion's bite having an aphrodisiac effect on you sighs. :\ this is completely my headcanon, I do not know what an actual vampire bite in D&D would entail don't hate me 😭

The first time Astarion asks to bite you, you decline for obvious reasons. But the next night he comes to you, he seems unwell, and your heart struggles to still see him as the manipulative monster you know vampires tend to be, and you give in. It was only one little bite, right? You've quite literally been stabbed in the gut before, you figure it's no big deal and it would benefit the whole group in the long run for Astarion to be at full strength.

What Astarion doesn't tell you, and he's fully aware of, is what the after effects of being bitten are. You body immediately heats, pain and an odd sensation of pleasure shoots through your body. Even as Astarion releases your neck, a dribble of your own blood leaking down his lip, you feel warm. Too warm.

Your mind immediately jumps to "oh shit im dying. How could I be so stupid?", but you start to realize that the dizziness hitting you seems to be not only from lack of blood, but the movement of blood down your body. Astarion tries to sneak away but even in your weakened state, you grab his arm before he moves. "Don't." You say sternly, starting to breathe heavily. "What-" Your body shudders. "Is this feeling..?" Astarion almost looks guilty when he sees your forehead start to sweat, clear signs of arousal coming from your body.

"And what do you mean, darling? Lightheaded? Why, that's makes sense, does it not?" His tone is smart, and if you were thinking right, you'd slap the shit out of him. You shake your head, the burning hot heat moving down your stomach before settling in your gut. "You best be honest with me, my dagger has your name all over it right now." You shoot him a weak glare, to which he chuckles.

Astarion leans in close to your ear, his breath ghosting the fresh wound he inflicted just below. "Well... If you must know..." He starts explaining, his voice low in his throat and making your body react in ways you've never felt before. "There's a not commonly discussed after effect that some people experience after being bitten." He watches as your body shudders, taking in the flush on your cheeks. "It can cause... temporary, insatiable lust." He draws out the last words in a whisper, smirking to himself as you squirm.

You groan outwardly, frustration minging in the wake of arousal. "And you knew this would happen?" You ask, but Astarion just hums like he's unsure. "Not really, like I said, it doesn't happen to everyone." He moves over top of you slowly, his eyes locking with yours. "From what I know, this only happens when there's already some strong feelings developed." He teases, enjoying how your face somehow turns even redder. "You're fucking with me." You say flatly, though you can already feel a familiar wetness forming between your thighs.

Astarion smirks as he looms over you, seemingly enjoying your current struggle. "I wouldn't dare." He defends. "Besides, you can't tell me that you aren't... needing some relief." He says in a sultry tone as he leans for the other side of your neck. You gasp when his lips find your skin, his kisses leaving fire behind on your skin. "W-what, no." You scoff, trying to deny your primal urges, but you're not in your right mind. Your hips sqiurm underneath him, seeking any sort of friction.

Astarion's no stranger to this song and dance, but he admits it feels a little more deceitful than normal. He isn't here to just use you and toss you to the side, or even worse, bring you back to Cazador. Honestly, he's not sure why he even crawled into your bed like this at all. Muscle memory, perhaps. But the sight of you writhing under him certainly has his mind a little clouded.

He pouts, pulling away from your body entirely. "Why, of course then dear. I'd never want to push you into anyth-" His sentence ends abruptly when your hands find themselves tangled in his hair, pulling him back to you and kissing him feverishly. "You owe me." You breathe in between kisses, the soreness in your neck a reminder of why you're here. Astarion just chuckles against your lips, the vibration making you shiver. "I suppose you're right." He says in a hushed tone. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this little problem for you darling."

You'd again be furious at him and his smart mouth if you could think about anything other than his hands all over your body. His knee slots between your thighs, shifting your legs further apart and giving you just enough friction that you can't help the moan that follows. Astarion shushes you, his finger to your lips while he keeps pressing his knee closer to your center. "Quiet, my dear." He coos, watching you grind helplessly against his leg. "Do you want our little friends to see you so utterly desperate for me?"

There's a rush of embarrassment that surges through you, knowing to any of your companions, you probably look pretty ridiculous under him, but you can't seem to care as his hand travels down your throat. His fingers lightly brush over his handiwork, watching the way your face gives a quick twist of pain, yet your voice conjures such a pretty noise. Astarion sighs to himself, quickly feeling himself hardening in his sleep pants at the sight of you.

"You really are quite beautiful, you know?" He whispers, almost as if you're not meant to hear it. Your body responds on its own, a quiet whimper leaving your mouth before you can stop it. "Don't make me beg, Astarion..." You shudder, your tone pleading enough to make your needs known. Astarion's own desire starts to overwhelm him, his need to have you all to himself winning over his wants to keep teasing you. His hands slide down your sides, slipping under your shirt to feel the way your muscles tense with every touch.

Astarion sighs dramatically, acting offended to your desperate pleas. "Normally?" He starts, watching you glare daggers at him. "You'd be begging until your voice went hoarse, but since you were such a good girl for me and helped me, I won't keep you waiting." His words make your core ache, your hips grinding against his leg as a groan leaves your lips.

Astarion's fingers dance up your stomach, pushing your shirt up as he moves. His eyes linger a little too long as your breasts come into view, perky as his imagination had guessed, and your nipples hard and just begging for his mouth on them. He decides to indulge, kissing up your chest until his lips find the hardened bud. As soon as he latches onto you, it's as if all your self control flies right out the window. Your fingers desperately tangle into his hair, your back arched into him as his knee forms at least some sort of friction for you.

"My my, I've barely even touched you." He remarks as he watches you crumble beneath him, every single touch pushing you towards an embarrassingly early orgasm. You find the strength to punch his arm, but it obviously doesn't do anything but make him laugh. His tongue swirls your nipple, almost distracting you from the feeling of his hand traveling south, nimble fingers sliding under the waistband of your pants.

You're already teetering on the edge, his teeth nipping at your flesh much more gently than he had latched onto your neck earlier, the sensation causing surges of pleasure to run down your spine. As soon as his hand slips beneath your pants, he can feel your warmth, he knows just how much you've been dying to be touched this whole time. "Poor baby..." He coos. "Is this what you've been waiting for?" Skilled fingers find their way to your clit, and Astarion can't contain his groan as he feels just how wet you've gotten from this.

He's not surprised, of course, knowing your body is processing the effects of his little nibble, but he likes to think you've been pining this whole time, just waiting for him to take you. His mind paints all these pretty pictures of you with your hand down your pants, lip between your teeth as you touch yourself to the thought of him. "K-keep going, I'm so-" You gasp out, Astarion's attention shifting fully to you, the look on your face making his cock throb with need.

Astarion's thumb rubs circles around your clit, almost distracting you as he slides a slim digit inside your pulsing pussy. Your breath catches in your throat as you do your best not to be too loud, but Astarion curls his finger, sending flames through your body as your orgasm rolls over you. "A-Astarion yes-" You whimper as intense pleasure surges through you. Astarion buries his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his groan as he feels you squeezing around his finger.

"Gods, how pretty my name sounds on your tongue." He mutters to himself, lips latching to your sweat slick skin as he works his finger out as your orgasm fades. It did nothing to relieve the burning in your gut, if anything, you feel even worse. "N-need..." You gasp out, barely even knowing how to finish that sentence. Astarion's already shifting, removing his pants just enough to free himself.

"More." Astarion grunts, finishing your sentence for you and lining his cock up with your still needy cunt. Anticipation swirls in your gut, and luckily for you, Astarion's feeling a similar amount of desire, so he doesn't keep you waiting. "I know, darling. You need more." He says in a low voice, barely over a grumble as he finally slides inside. Your eyes lull shut, your mouth open as an incredibly desperate noise threatens to fill the silence of the night as Astarion fills your pussy with an agonizingly slow movement.

His one hand finds your hip, while the other cups your face and covers your mouth. "Keep your lips shut and your eyes on me." The commanding tone of voice forces a whimper from your throat, luckily muffled by his palm. Astarion's control slips from his grasp, his hips meeting yours in quick snaps as he keeps your eyes locked with his. "Yes, darling, just like that." Astarion purrs, watching the way your body accomidates him so well, how your legs seem to open more and more so he can push himself deeper within you.

Every thrust brings you right back to the edge, your mind blanking on everything around you besides him. Astarion's attempt to keep this quiet and subtle falls flat while the slide of his cock in and out of your cunt makes an obscene wet squelch, your juices covering his length enough to be making a mess down your thighs as well. You're sure at least someone is listening, but you're entirely too far gone in the pleasure of it all to even care. "Mmff, I-I'm..." You mumble into the palm of his hand, your body clenching around his cock as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

Astarion groans, his rhythm faltering with the way your pussy tightens, threatening to milk the cum from him right then and there. "How badly I want you to scream my name, to wake everyone from their tents as you come apart underneath me..." He breathes, something dark flashing in his eyes. Your hands grip desperately at his biceps, anchoring yourself as his words push you over the edge.

"That's it, pretty girl." Astarion sighs, recognizing the way you squeezed his finger earlier as you cumming on his cock. Your body shakes with the aftershocks of pleasure, Astarion's cock making you see stars as he angles your hips up. Its only a matter of a few more thrusts, the tip of his cock pressing snug against your cervix for his own orgasm to win over. You moan beneath his hand, feeling as each thick rope of cum coats your insides. "Gods, you're perfect..." Astarion shudders, pumping his hips lazily as your pussy clenches to make sure not a drop is left.

As you both lay, heavy breathing and sweaty bodies, you almost start to laugh. "You really are an asshole, you know that?" You say, yet your words lack any actual bite. Astarion slowly slides himself out, his mind taking a quick mental photo for later as he sees his cum seeping from your cunt, how it mixes with your arousal to make quite a beautiful mess. He chuckles as he reaches for an old rag, making sure it isn't dirty before gently cleaning you up. "And why am I an asshole, exactly?" He hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"If you wanted to sleep with me, you could've just asked." You sheepishly bite your lip, still feeling a low burning flame of arousal in your stomach. Astarion sits next to you, letting you shift to lay your head on his leg. "I- well..." He clears his throat, and you swear he looks embarrassed. "I figured this was a win-win, you know?" He smirks, watching you glare at him. "Thank you, by the way..." He says in a soft whisper. "I feel much better." You roll your eyes, yet your heart flutters to know you did in fact help him.

"Don't ever let me catch you trying to bite me in my sleep again, you got that?" Your eyes shut, exhaustion starting to take you. "Just ask..." You barely get the words out, but Astarion knows. He lets you relax for another moment, your breathing settled into a light sleep.

That went better than he could've expected...

He slinks back to his tent when he thinks you're fully asleep and thinks of how he'll mess with you in the morning when the rest of camp questions that little love bite on your neck.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face, despite his better judgement.

[sapphiresaphics]

I think labeling it as a music video is part of the problem though. It’s not a music video. It’s a musical montage. Every scene in this show has significance. The depth of which is so meticulous that the animators hide details within single frames sometimes that you’d only see if you pause it. As such, treating these montages as music videos that you don’t need to pay attention to is disingenuous isn’t it? If you miss key information because your brain tuned out the “music video” then that’s kinda on you, isn’t it?

As for how easy is it for audiences to pick out the details that explain Isha’s past? I think it’s really easy if you just remember simple details. Here are the key things you need to piece it together:

1. Remember that Silco talked about how awful it was working in the mines from Season 1.

2. Remember that Silco used child labor in his Shimmer factories.

3. See the Chem Barons literally grabbing kids off the streets during the “SUCKER” montage.

4. Remember the helmet that Isha wears.

6. See in Vander’s watercolor flashback his friend Felicia (Vi and Powder’s mother) returning home wearing the same helmet.

That’s really it. Most of that is just observing the show. It doesn’t spell it out for you, but it’s pretty obvious and they intentionally have that helmet constantly falling off Isha’s head to draw your attention to it. So when you see Felicia walk in through the door wearing the same helmet you should be able to piece together that if she worked in the mines, and the chem barons use child labor, then Isha was likely running to get away from the child labor mines.

I don’t know anything about Life is Strange so I’m not gonna comment on that. But I will say that the crucifixion that I’m seeing for Season 2 is a LOT like the crucifixion I saw for Steven Universe. Which was and still is bullshit.

I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Just because a show wasn’t nominated for “best writing” a second time, doesn’t mean the writing sucked. That’s not really how nominations work? And it’s also really nitpicky and petty? Cuz they still won ALL of the categories they were nominated for, BOTH seasons. That’s…. Like HELLA impressive! To try and use them winning all their awards as some sort of quantifiable proof that the show sucked is so… bizarre to me. Like it’s literally cognitive dissonance. You can’t win a category you weren’t nominated for and you can’t guarantee that you’re going to be nominated for the same things every time. That’s ridiculous.

When people complain about the run time I just remember when people were angry at how fast The Owl House had to go to finish its story after it was cancelled. A lot of people blamed the writers for cramming so much into 3 episodes, rather than take stock in the fact they were only GIVEN 3 episodes to work with.

We KNOW that they wanted to do more seasons. We KNOW that Netflix cut them down to 2 seasons. If that’s the case, why is it the writers fault for doing everything in their power to ensure that all the main story beats and important events happened even if it comes at a cost of a slightly faster paced season?

Like seriously, why in the criticisms of the show isn’t that considered and given grace? If they PLANNED on 3 seasons, and then after all the setup work in Season 1 was done they were told they only had the budget for 2 seasons… what are they supposed to do? Just… make season 2 and leave it on a cliffhanger? Completely drop all the setup they just spent a season building up? Or do they work to cram as much as they can in there in as natural a way as possible using montages and music to skip time ahead and get to the juicy parts?

Which of those 3 options would YOU choose if you were in their shoes? And why do we blame the writers for something out of their control?

I do not know what’s confusing about what Amanda has been saying. I’ve read her articles, I’ve seen her interviews. I haven’t had any issues with what she’s said. Christian… you really shouldn’t listen to him. I know hes a figure head and he talks a lot, but given his history, and the apparent lack of actual input he had on the show, I wouldn’t put much stock in anything he says.

I don’t think people are allowed their opinions if their opinions are stupid. Not all opinions should be treated with equal consideration and respect. I’m just calling out all the DUMB ones. And unfortunately the Arcane Critical hashtag is filled to the brim with DUMB ones.

Maybe use a different hashtag instead? Cuz frankly right now the Arcane Critical one is dogshit and toxic.

Seriously why are some people defending Arcane S2 like their life depended on it. The music was top tier, some parts were good, Fortiche has topped their game. Marvelous job by Fortiche. While acknowledging the good we also must acknowledge the bad just to be real and so Riot can improve upon their future seasons. Incoherent writers, shitty plot, so many loose ends, the lack of showtime, Cait? Caitvi? Vi??? All the random undeveloped characters (this did not happen in s1)? The discontinuation from season 1?? Using parallels just for the sake of it without much meaning? ...

This is like a flip side to defending Rachel Amber all over again... See both sides of the coin people 😪

[jb-nonsense]

wait but I wanna know why Theron's your least favorite :D explanation? (positive connotation i prommy)

Well it all started as a journey. It's a long journey, for sure, of a varying opinion change over the years of playing the game, from forces inside the game and outside the game. But I am not one to post things negatively about other people's favs out in the open so readmore it is

So we begin this journey as a wide eyed newbie player just figuring out what I wanted my legacy to be with my first knight, Leeloa. A friend was playing along with me, and I really enjoyed the Doc romance because I am definitely a fan of the 'player gets played by his own game and catches feelings' trope. Well, I get to SOR and mention to friend that I think Theron's fun and she tells me to ditch Doc because she didn't like him and thought Leeloa could do better.

I ended up remaking Leeloa because I listened then did not like that course, because it just didn't fit Leeloa. So honestly, I did like him when I first started.

But then writing happens, and it felt like he...Never developed past the whole "reckless, I do things when I do them" kind of persona, especially with the betrayal. And the more I delved into information on SWTOR, it just...Bothered me. He's descended from the hero of the original games, but oh no not force sensitive, but he's a great spy so amazing.

Why?? Because he had some Jedi training because it was expected for him to be force sensitive but oh no he WASN'T what a shock...

Except that...Doesn't really track with the Jedi and, everyone hates me, but the test for the midichlorians. They would know, they wouldn't just assume because his mom was Satele.

And somehow, despite acting in the most unspy like ways, he's a great spy. I don't know why anyone would have the Grand Master of the Jedi Council's son as a spy because that is just a huge liability.

I'll admit I haven't read the extra material because I just think it's...Kind of silly to have content outside of a video game beyond, say, a short story or a short comic.

There's just a lot of his story that if you look at it closer and in the grand scheme of Star Wars, is just absolutely ridiculous and maybe, a bit more Gary Stu than Luke.

Now then, to the writing and how he was treated in expacs. (This area is a place where Lana is also on thin fuckin ice.) The absolute favoritism shown to him by the devs drove me crazy. It started to weed away at my liking him and move me more into the exasperated/tired/neutral about him. You have this whole giant alliance, but the focus being on him and Lana so much was just annoying, especially considering it was Koth who helped the Outlander escape in the beginning chapters and how he got pushed aside. It didn't narratively feel...Cohesive and just a 'Look at the Sh*n kid go!'

The nail in the coffin is how the fandom acts about how he's a golden boy, how he gets fawned over, and honestly?? I just hate liking those characters for personal reasons. It always seems like people ignore what we're given about the character and expanding on it and, instead, ignore it and write an entirely different personality with the face they think is cute. I am huge on consistency, it's my style of writing, my preferred style of reading (thanks literary analysis class in college you ruined me), so fandom just fucked me over from liking him and while he's still friends with my knight, I try my hardest to ignore fandom with him, do my best to try to enjoy him, because I do intend to run all the game romances for gif making purposes.

Also he's really written as playersexual if you play a light side character and some conversations felt awkward like the devs were expecting you to have romanced him.

[dykedvonte]

I think it’s so ironic that the Pony Express escapes a lot if not all blame in discussion. I can’t even say I am excused from it but it’s just how hard people circle back to the characters alone without considering the environment they were made to be in.

Why would they design a ship where only two of the rooms lock? Not the bathroom? Not the sleeping quarters? We assume that all the companies in the universe are this shallow and careless to their workers but we explicitly know the Pony Express in extra vile. They are fed processed slop pack they can’t even really cook and the ration of those pack is meager at best. They hired and made people with a plethora of conflicting demeanors and beliefs work together on a mission where cohesion is important if not an outright necessity and punish them for not being happy about it. There’s no social protocols, not chain of command other than Captain’s word/choice and the only way to enforce that is with a literal firearm. They don’t allow them to celebrate freely and even took away leisure activities that would make them less stir crazy. They are only allowed a few hours of sleep despite their being no other real responsibilities or work on the ship, no matter the position or its importance. With any crew, with any level of synergy, this was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

I’m not saying characters that made mistakes didn’t make huge ones, but I think part of the horror is that at least for some (this is targeting Jimathan) those mistakes are partly made by a force of the hand. There’s a running theme of lack of choice and being forced into something and the very nature of how The Pony Express expected them to function plays a big part.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Arctic Monkeys @ Radio.com (2014) ☆

[triglycercule]

happy birthday dust sans :3 ‼️🎊

"well, that's that. a grand execution, the perfect punishment for a sinner with lifetimes worth of crimes, and yet, nobody showed up, and dust didn't even try to fight back."

"heh. sounds pretty pathetic to me... but hey, maybe this was what he wanted."

"to die alone only accompanied by the ones he hated with nobody who he'd actually want to witness this?"

"maybe dying only with yourself would be less embarrassing than a public show. privacy is something you never realize you want until you lose it."

"... you were right, that does sound pathetic."