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[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[hanjisho]

leave him - mikasa a., 🩰

synopsis; you help mikasa realize her man is not shit, and she pays you back for it.

cw; dubcon, sub!mika, tit sucking, squirting, cheating, mommy kink/usage *barely, oral sex, lesbian sex,

୨ৎ. an - eren don’t deserve this pretty face. that’s exactly why his ho getting took.

wc; - 1.3k :3

“does he even know i’m still logged in his account? like i’m watching this man cheat in real time, and he is still lying about it!” you just hated hearing of the bullshit eren put her through. he never did anything right, he always put her feelings and her pleasure last, and then he has the audacity to look for it somewhere else? “mika, no more eren talk. focus on the assignment please?” “i will, but listen what do i say? do i send screenshots? should i confront him in person? should i call him now?” this is getting so tired. you wish you could just separate them and get it over with, playing captain save a hoe every time eren fucked up, hanging with her when he wouldn’t make time to, taking her out on ‘dates’ and getting her just because gifts, at this point you’re the boyfriend. and she still stays.. why can’t she see he doesn’t care. what she needs is right here.

getting lost in your train of thought, you didn’t notice the tear drops falling from her eyes onto her textbook, “hey… why don’t we get in bed and watch something okay? i don’t want you to thinking about it. and we can cuddle!” she agrees without looking up, closing the book and putting up her notes, getting ready to distract herself once again.

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you’re not focused on what’s on the TV. mikasa spooning you, all you can think about, is how her torso is pressed up against your ass, her body engulfing you perfectly like a puzzle piece, her being so close to you, so intimately, it gave your lower half a heartbeat. praying she didn’t feel your wetness through the thin fabric. if there was any better time, to show her exactly what she was missing, it was now.

completely tuning out anything else, you turn so that you face her, looking at her devastated expression. “mika, i want you to forget about him. let me take care of you” “but you already do, you’re doing this with me right now to cheer me up, i’m so greatful..” well yes. but she didn’t get it, you wanted to ‘take care of her’ and ease her stress, with your mouth.. you didn’t want to explain, you just had to show her, to teach her what was best for her. taking her hand, placing it on your breasts, assisting her with fondling with them, watching as her expression shifted from shock to desire. “i couldn’t… he cheated on me yes, but we are still together“ “he could’ve, and he did. let me make you feel good mika, please, that’s all i want, it’s what you deserve baby”

as if something switched on in her brain, her lips gently met yours, leaving loving pecks down your neck as she slips off the straps of your bra, pulling it down before your chest is fully exposed to her. without hesitation her lips connect with your nipple, sucking on one, and grabbing onto the other, kneading it, earning a satisfied “mmm” from you.

taking this moment upon yourself slipping your hand under her pants, finding yourself rubbing on her clit through her panties, grunting at each other from the stimulation, feeling your own heat growing as she gets wetter and wetter. "i need you", "yea?" you reply, her finally coming clean about how she's been craving this, how she's been thinking about it, touching herself to the thought of it, shoving her disloyal thoughts aside trying to focus on her relationship.. just to be hurt in the end, so she will do as you asked, forget about him. "please, fuck me". she manages to get out between fitting your breasts in her mouth. pushing her panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, feeling her heavy breathing in the crook of your neck. pumping your fingers into her cunt steadily increasing your pace as she clenches around them, "f-fuck, feels so good—ah" she moans into your chest “you gon’ let me taste you baby?” you respond, grinning at her, making your way to the edge of the bed. mikasa eagerly nods, giving you permission to take her panties off completely. you start with licking up all her slick from her inner thigh before using your mouth to please her, “mmmph- stop teasing“ you take note to that, connecting your mouth to her sensitive clit. you watch as she physically recoils at the feeling, she’s so starved for affection. eren never took care of her like this, it seems as though he only had sex for his own gratification, mikasa constantly telling you she can’t remember the last time she felt satisfied or fulfilled when they had each other. “he never had you feeling this good, huh baby?”

“no, n-never mommy”

watching as she broke character, succumbing to the intense pleasure in her core had your own slickness pooling below you. you can feel yourself drip onto the surface below you. as you continue to lap up all of her mess, adding two fingers back into her needy hole watching as they suck you in and push you out, watching as they become wetter and wetter as you fuck them into her, glancing up at her seductively as she watches herself fall apart beneath you—only to see her expression was full of longing. looking down at you with her mouth agape, eyebrows in a knot with beading eyes, watching how your tounge danced on her tender clit before taking it fully in your mouth.

it’s almost as though every action you take is in slow motion in her mind, so consumed by the overwhelming pleasure she can barely process it. so lost in the sensation, grabbing a fistful of your hair fucking herself into your mouth, as she feels an unfamiliar knot forming in her essence, her heart rate skyrocketing and her breathing uncoordinated, releasing sounds she didn’t even know she was capable of making. finding herself releasing her grip on your hair reaching back and watching intensely as your pretty face takes her. riding your face in as she nears her release

you pull your mouth away from her center and gaze into her eyes. “can you handle another?” you mutter softly as her eyes widen. without further warning adding a third finger—stretching her out, stuffing her. she let out a high pitched, breathy ‘mm’ that echoed her desire. you kept your pace steady but also noticing how her moans were growing increasingly louder, how the way she was riding your fingers became sloppier and sloppier. “cum for me baby, i know you want to” her choking at the sound of your soft voice, feeling the knot intensify, using your other hand to rub down on her clit, fitting it between your thumb and pointer finger, her being so sensitive already it made her tremble with pleasure.

“i’m cumming, m-mommy, please”, “cum all over my fingers baby”.

it took less than a second before you felt her tighten around you, her body convulsing as she squirted uncontrollably. your eyes widen in disbelief as you pump your fingers into her as she finishes, her body trembled—her core pulsing with each aftershock, the rhythmic contractions taking over, desperate, guttural moans filled the room as she indulged in a sensation she’d never experienced before. pulling out your fingers, looking up at her, you put them into her mouth and push them in “clean them” you say to her. you watch as she cleans off the mess she made all over your hands. she doesn’t miss a spot, licking where she has to, moaning at the saltiness of herself. all you could think about is how you’re going to fuck yourself with this exact sight in mind later, “sooo good, mika” is all you could get out as she maintained eye contact completing the demand you gave her.

“you cleaned off my fingers. but now you got to clean up..that” you say glancing at the pool of her release on the surface below you. she quickly blushes, nervously laughing as she agrees with you.

“promise me you’ll leave him, mika”

“don’t worry love, i’m all yours.”

୨ৎ. an - this was longer than my first work!! hope you enjoyed

૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

[rottenzombrainz]

Tokyo Debunker; silly headcanons for each ghoul!

Just little silly traits for each ghoul. They're not meant to be good or bad, just silly!! :3

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai - Jin has a one-of-a-kind limited edition Hello Kitty lighter with a pink flame.

Tohma Ishibashi - Tohma's the type of guy to say "it's a quarter to one" "it's half past nine" "It's three eigths past six" etc.

Lucas Errant - Luca has absolutely no grasp on satire. Like, imagine Kaito showing him one of those "blink if you need help" videos and Luca is just like "Kaito?!? Why are you laughing?!? This person needs help!!"

Kaito Fuji - Kaito unironically likes "I'm 14 and this is deep" content.

Vagastorm

Alan Mido - Alan wears the same Halloween costume every year. Every single year. If it gets damaged or doesn't fit anymore, he just buys a new one that's the exact same.

Shohei Haizono - Sho would be really into collecting designer shoes. Bro probably has an entire wall of fancy basketball shoes.

Leo Kurosagi - Leo will just randomly say "*sucks teeth* Don't worry I'll edit it out in post" during normal conversation. You'll never know if he's actually recording or not

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara - This is already kinda canon, but Haru definitely falls for any and all scams. He probably buys things like dehydrated water and a treadmill even tho he's running around Jabberwock all fucking day.

Towa Otonashi - Towa loves gnarp gnarp alien cat videos. He loves them. immensely.

Ren Shiranami - I feel like Ren would have a really hard time pronouncing certain words like "anomalous" and "anemone" (just like me fr)

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami - Taiga would really easily fall down YouTube rabbit holes. Like he'd start off with watching a firearm review or something... and two hours later he's seventeen parts deep into SpongeBob conspiracy theories

Romeo Lucci - Romeo is deathly afraid of piss. human piss, animal piss, dirt ( he thinks it's all just worm poop...which it kinda is).

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu is one of those people who can't sleep if there is a single spec of light.

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami - I feel like Subaru would have one mobile game on his phone that he's reached level 844 on or something. Something like a word puzzle or match three game.

Haku Kusanagi - Haku fucking loves cunty scene crunkcore music. S3R3L, Millionaires, 3OH!3. Inside, he's just a pretty rave girl.

Zenji Kotodama - Whenever he plays online games, Zenji would mistake NPCs for real people. I feel like he'd also say "thank you!!" to virtual assistants too.

Obscuary

Edward Hart - Ed would fucking love those Tiktok videos with the TV show clips and subway surfers gameplay at the bottom.

Rui Mizuki - Rui has an uncanny obsession with the Sims 4. He has all the dlcs, an entire hardrive of mods, hundreds of save files, and is a top creator on the Sims 4 Gallery

Lyca Colt - I think it'd be really funny if Lyca had a pollen allergy. Especially since Obscuary is full of plants.

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami - Yuri is incredibly bad at ice skating and roller skating. He always falls on his ass, bruises something, takes a bad fall, etc. Which is the real reason he hates going to Frostheim!!! /j

Jiro Kirisaki - I feel like Jiro has one thing that he just absolutely loves that isn't medicine. a special interest, one might say... And it's probably the most niche thing ever too. Like sea cucumbers. imagine - he just fucking loves sea cucumbers. You're getting your health checkup and you ask him "read any good books recently?" and he's like "Yeah, I read this book on sea cucumbers the other day" and then you just have to listen to him talk about sea cucumbers for the next 20 minutes.

[emrikae]

aot cast modern au jobs in my head:

eren: cybersecurity specialist. i feel like erens one of those kids that suck in subjects like lang-lit or fucking geography but have an impressive talent in anything techi. i think growing up eren was a competitive gamer and i imagine him being pretty rich in the sense where doctor daddy grisha and also big bro zeke are always spoiling his brat ass with the latest technology. he gets so good, he initially goes into uni wanting to become a game designer but after a brief fallout with his dad when he dropped out and eventually had his allowance cut (a period where i think eren dips into underground hacking and also modelling?) he falls upon the sexy salary in cybersecurity (and saw how thrilling- and damn easy !for him! - the job is) he changed course. i think eren eventually builds his own successful company and becomes one of those rich folks who say that school aint shit.

mikasa: president of a major sports team. mikasa takes over pretty young (like early 30s) after old uncle kenny was involved in some ‘reiss scandal’. initially mikasa was labelled ‘princess’ (derogatory) by dumb angry hooligans who thought a woman would curse their current standing, jokes on them cus that same season the club broke their 20 year curse by reaching the championships. i also think old pictures of gothkasa gets leaked on the internet but it only brought her more praise. but i actually dont think mikasa stays in this job for very long, shes always wanted a quiet simple form of income anyway so when her baby brother comes of right age and maturity she passes the baton to him and lays back as just a shareholder before shes even 40. i also believe mikasa in another universe wouldve loved to be an archivist.

armin: celebrity marine biologist/activist that went viral online during lockdown. he gets his own fanbase and is termed ‘biologist bae’ cus of his cute looks. a tv producer who fell into his corner pretty much fell in love with him after seeing armin deliver a spiel about endangered dugongs. invites him to a bunch of talk shows and the viewership goes so high (a large portion of it being teenage fangirls who want to ‘save the ocean’ too!) he manages to score his own show where he eventually meets his future wife.

annie: senior tv writer who got with armin after working with him on his show. she usually works on sporty reality shows and competitions even though shes a big time introvert. known for her sharp dont fuck with me work ethic, annie gags at how easily she fell into ‘biologist baes’ charm, hates how shes just like the 14 year old fangirls who try to sneak into their shoots. but anyways, annies the ace at her job been going hard for about 15 years but ultimately decides to retire early after having her second child and really liking how ‘biologist bae’ was making enough dough for the whole family.

sasha: influencer cus shes so pretty and fun. was a design major so all her vids have a ‘aesthetic’. now she prettily promotes lifestyle hacks for all the girlies. she also has a set of vids called “what my chef husband cooked for me today” . i think also further on she ends up being one of those moms who shoots vlogs and reviews with their kids.

jean: jeans a classy guy with artistic talents so i imagine him being a successful automotive designer for a luxurious car company. a mommas boy, he used his first fat pay-check to buy his mom a sleek ride thats a little too fast for someone her age. dudes insta page is what you’d expect from a posh car enthusiast with flashy posts of either him, his car, his mom or all 3.

connie: real estate party man. he really climbed his way up and becomes a man of many stories, friends with everyone and plenty of connections. the old hustle got him familiar with the best locations in the city, and now with his excellent salesmanship dude manages to sell at least 3 huge properties a week. i also feel like connies one of those dudes to finally settle down in his 40s -50s (with someone half his age).

historia: i believe queenbee was made for wedding planning. she has her own company before her first job ever but damn is she good at it. being brought up filthy rich, historia is familiar with the highest quality of things, knows whats on the market that only the small percentage of rich people know and will get clients their dream wedding to a t. moreover, she also loves to play cupid (canon!) and is always up to planning her friends weddings (and baby showers, and birthdays parties, and…)

ymir: i imagine ymir being on the board of directors for a bunch of ngos. she had a tough upbringing, was probably moved around from one home to another and could see how hard life is for anyone working at minimum wage. she grew up to be a little spitfire in school, hadnt taken it seriously until she reached senior year and bonded with a school staff named Ms Ymir Fritz. With the wisdom and kindness she learnt from her old teacher, ymir wanted to pay it forward and decided to make a living helping those in need.

reiner: idk why, but i feel like reiners a softie at heart and i imagine him having a nice cozy candy shop. probably fighting old childhood demons and the parental neglect he faced, his cute little shop comes as part of his healing journey to compensate what he missed out on in his youth. its sweet (but a little heartbreaking) that reiners favourite part about his job is getting to witness and be a part of the joy that emerges between families when they enter his shop.

bertholdt: a nurse just cus i think bertholdt would know how to be gentle with the patients. hes got a soft way of speaking that makes vulnerable people feel safe and comfortable. hes also wildly knowledgeable in flexibility and keeping your muscles in good shape that he conducts morning stretches and sometimes yoga in one of their recreational halls.

[elpeadro]

I diagnose the Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld gang with QPR (queer-platonic relationship). It is so blatant and I love them so much.

Jentry-Michael: childhood best friends who haven't seen each other for half their lives after one of them accidentally burned down half the town (including her best friend’s home) with her magical fire powers and got sent away to Korea. Hit it off like nothing ever happened the day Jentry gets back in town. Gugu teases her about him because Jentry is not subtle at all. Protagonist girl x stereotypical love interest boy. Get to bond over being pressured to be someone they’re not by parental figures and being lied to about their powers. He dreams about her at night. (Don’t worry it’s not creepy.) She nearly kills him while he’s at work. Dating life stop-starts like 5 times because of shenanigans and poor communication and also maybe because their relationship isn’t meant to be romantic in nature.

Jentry-Kit: shapeshifter-adjacent demon who stalks, flirts with, seduces, lies to, threatens, and makes and wears a skin-suit of his mark only to fold after one (1) conversation, when she suggests he already has a soul, because he is that desperate for love and validation. Oh, and he’s working for the main villain who killed her parents, her great-aunt, and is actively trying to kill her. Protagonist girl x cool aloof bad boy love interest. Get to bond over being manipulated into fighting their authority figures’ feud/war. Lowkey is responsible for her almost killing stereotypical love interest boy. One kiss is enough to make him crash out when she rejects his advances afterwards. He falls for the oldest trick in the book, which is falling for your mark. He nearly dies distracting Cheng so that she can save the day (fuck you canon; you can’t take him away from me). He does this by wearing his Jentry skin-suit. They share the most homoerotically-charged scene in a TV-PG show while he’s building and putting on said skin-suit. Him nearly stealing her qi is so intimate and also please don’t do that without her consent sir 💀.

Michael-Kit: did you not SEE episode 5? They’re the nastiest parallels to ever parallel, to the point that their narrative energy warps reality and makes the lunch lady go on a comically direct lecture about how they need to choose for themselves what they want. This lecture is somehow about their identity issues and entire life’s course, and also about what they want for lunch. It is entirely unprompted. Kit nearly got him killed at work. They’re two-thirds of a love triangle, and a triangle can only be a triangle if it has 3 sides. (You get what I’m saying?) They were brothers-in-arms at the Alamo. They’re both incapable of not lying. Michael dreams about him the same number of times he dreams about Jentry. (Don’t worry it’s still not creepy.) They somehow avoid the stereotypical “high school love triangle drama” plot points between the two of them only because they’re busy fucking up their relationships in even bigger ways. Oh, and he prom-posed to Kit.

Michael-Stella: walking cliche of the high school “it” couple that was doomed the moment they set foot on the show. They were going to go to college together ffs. They dodge love triangle cliches regarding Jentry because they both think she’s that cool. She makes him protein bars. (Which suck, but it’s the thought that counts.) Football player x comphet lesbian. No seriously, she’s the most comphet lesbian to ever comphet lesbian.  They have cliche “romantic chemistry”, but then they break up because he lies to her about wanting to be a shitty flute player over a superstar wide receiver recruit (except it’s not really a lie, but also it is), and they move over the “awkward exes” period and are much better characters and friends. He dreams about her at night as well. (Again, still not creepy.)

Jentry-Stella: the girliest girl friend duo in the world. Stella helps her adjust to a new school in a way that is so nice and sweet that it’s one of the more unrealistic parts of the show. They have a scene in Stella’s bedroom. Their male love interests fumble them at roughly the same time, and then they do spirit week together and are having the time of their lives. She braids Jentry’s hair. They’re both so cool, but also so lame in their own ways. Also there’s no way Stella doesn’t have somewhat of a crush on her because 1) Jentry is that cool and pretty and awesome, and 2) Stella is a certified girl lover.

Kit-Stella: look they didn’t really interact in canon, but he’s on her shit list. She’s got her eye on him at all times, because Jentry may have forgiven him, but she’s watching out for her friend. She 100% gave him the shovel talk. Things get REALLY awkward if Jentry and/or Michael aren’t there, because these two are easily the weak link of the QPR.

Also all four of them are some form of queer.

[peachglazewrites]

any updates on 'its hard being casual'? 🥺👉👈

hey!!

i promise that i was working on it, but life got in the way so i had to put everything on hiatus. and unfortunately i am not a good parent and i do have my favourites, so when i did have time to write i chose my longfic LMAO

but!! i have a big chunk of it done, and am even going to give you a 1k snippet of it to tide you over because this thing is going to lightly brush 20k so giving you an entire scene isn't going to spoil too much hehe

thank you for your patience <3

snippet from is it casual now, the part 2 to it's hard being casual

The Tipsy Bison wouldn’t be your first choice of bar.

Not that it’s not nice; the interior is entirely wooden, and the lighting is made up of these rather nice hanging bulbs that give off a warm and cozy vibe. It always smells lightly smoky-- in a woodfire way, not a cigarette way—and they make sure to never have the TV in the corner up too loud on game nights. They’ve still got a working jukebox filled with country classics, and when you’ve got a drink or two in you, you’re not afraid to twirl around and boot stomp like Joel showed you all at Ellie’s twenty-first.

But you definitely stick out like a sore thumb here, a beacon of colour in the middle of flannelette central. Especially when you sit across from Jesse and Ellie— Jesse who wears flannels because he wakes up every morning at ass o’clock to help out on his parent’s ranch, and Ellie who wears flannels because she’s a lesbian and treats it like a uniform.

So yeah, this would never be your first choice of bar, but Ellie gets drinks cheap because the owners know Tommy and Joel, and because they feel like they owe you guys after The Seth Incident.

The three of you— You, Jesse, and Ellie-- have been here since seven, a basket of fries half empty between you as you pick at it and wait for Dina. She had a conference today that was meant to end at six, but started pinging the group chat at six thirty with updates.

“When are you gonna come out to the ranch again?” Jesse nudges Ellie, making the chip she was about to put in her mouth hit her cheek instead. “Shimmer is fit to ride again after her fall.”

Ellie grimaces as she rubs the oil and salt from her skin. “You sure your parents want me to take her out again?”

Jesse claps a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, reassuringly. “It wasn’t your fault. You can’t control what she does when she’s spooked. Plus she misses you, so who cares what my parents think.”

“I do.” Ellie chews on the fry, already grabbing another. “…but fine. I’ll make some time next week.”

Jesse grins, and Ellie rolls her eyes as she gets jostled by him. He turns to you, pointing a finger your way.

“What about you? When’s the city princess finally coming down and pulling her cowboy boots on?”

You cross your arms over your chest with a scoff. “I’ve been busy. It’s not like I’ve been avoiding visiting the ranch.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, mouth still full of chewed up potato as she speaks. “What about making coffees makes you so busy?”

“I’m a manager, Ellie. I… manage.” You slump back in the booth, letting out a huff. “Plus, I’m trying to save up to move. My lease is almost up, and I want to move somewhere a little closer to work. The bus is killing me.”

“Just get your license,” Ellie says, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Why don’t you get your license, and then you can drive me to work,” you say, kicking her shin under the table.

“Hey! It’s not my fault they failed me. That turn was legal.”

Jessie snorts. “Didn’t you run up on a curb?”

Ellie waves the two of you off. “Whatever. We’re not talking about my ability to drive. We’re talking about how hard making coffee is.”

“That’s—Ugh,” you groan, taking a sip of your water. “You suck.”

Ellie smirks, puffing her chest out. “Actually, I—”

“I am so sorry,” Dina breathes, dropping into the booth next to you. She tosses a quick look to the door she just bustled in from before turning back, smiling apologetically to you all. “They would not let me leave.”

You shuffle to give her more room, though Dina sticks right by your side, thigh pressed to yours.

“Hey, babe.” Ellie grins, reaching out across the table to her.

“Hey,” Dina breathes, smiling back and reaching her own hand out to grab hers briefly. She turns to look behind her again as she pulls away, back to the door.

“You okay, Dee?” you ask, placing a hand on her forearm.

Dina nods, shifting and finally settling in her seat, looking a bit flustered. Not in the way Ellie makes her, but like she’s trying to keep up with too many things at once, like there’s too much happening for her brain to keep track of.

She leans in closer to you, pressing your sides together as she speaks quietly, under her breath. “If you want to leave at any point and call it early, just let me know.”

You furrow your brows as you look at her. “What? Why?”

Her eyes flick behind her once more, and this time you follow them.

At the door to the bar, shuffling towards an empty booth near the entrance is Mel, Nora, and Abby.

It’s been weeks since you last spoke to her, months since you last saw her in person. And of course, after so long that it almost doesn’t feel like torture when you think of her, she appears in front of you.

And fuck you right? Because she looks good. Really good-- a white tee with the sleeves rolled up to expose her biceps, the bottom of her shirt just brushing the blue jeans that she keeps belted at her hips. Her boots stomp along the wooden floor, and you can practically smell the leather polish from where you sit.

There’s a part of you, a selfish part, that wishes that she looked how you feel—upset, tired. But as she offers the seats to Mel and Nora first, grinning at something Nora says, you realise that’s not the case.

You swear and turn back around, looking down at the knotted wood of the table.

“What is it?” Ellie asks, rising up in her seat to look. Dina reaches across the table and hisses at her to sit down, grabbing at her hands.

Jesse is tall enough that he can see just fine. He reaches out to you, dropping a hand to the top of your head. “Hey, don’t let her ruin your night.” He pats you gently, making you laugh softly despite what feels like a vice clenching around your heart.

“Yeah,” you sigh, trying to fix your posture and sit up a bit straighter. “I’ll try.”

this is a WIP! full fic will be posted soon ♡︎

[fourbythree4x3]

Gonna pull back the veil a bit on my process if anyone is curious. My main goal here is to inspire people as I’ve been inspired. I take my art very seriously and get super deep with it. All the positive feedback on tumblr has been very motivating. I have so many things I want to make for you even though I am a very busy person.

I animate frames in clip studio but don’t use the timeline feature because it sucks. I save the frames individually and arrange them in a timeline in after effects. Pretty standard digital stuff. I would animate on cels if I were any more insane than I already am.

I was actually inspired by @sundaysplayzone’s art because I was convinced they were actually converting their drawings to VHS. And I wanted to do the same since I had the equipment and experience. But funnily enough I was wrong, they use digital filters that tricked even me. They really understand how to get that look just right. It’s very impressive! Not a lot of people can do that.

Here is my setup:

1. Crappy Amazon HDMI to composite downscaler (my weakest link, hoping to replace this with black magic design sdi to analog box) I set my monitor to 640x480 and play the animation as well as a test pattern for color correction later.

2. Recording to Sony VCR. (I’m wanting to do an S-VHS setup eventually but the quality increase might not be worth it) I monitor the recording on a CRT TV. I also need to get better tapes to record to. Supposedly those make a big difference.

3. Output VCR recording to a RetroTink gaming upscaler. It takes care of deinterlacing very well and has much better colors than the Amazon upscaler I was using before. It’s a very expensive but versatile piece of equipment.

4. Record on OBS then clean up in after effects again. I record at 29.97fps because I believe this plays better with deinterlacing but I’m not an expert.

All this to completely destroy all the details I labored over. It’s a weird feeling knowing you won’t see the drinks on the table in the background behind all the analog fuzz. Maybe there’s some significance in that. But I hope I convincingly made my furry baddie OC look like a show from the 90s. Might mix it up and make something gay later. Stay tuned.

[amoransia]

Really late, but here's my ekuoto chapter 70 commentary. Nothing special, just me freaking out. You know. The usual.

Watch out for spoilers!

Dante got a very special dialogue balloon with "..." in it. Which is curious to me. I'm sure it means some sort of reflection or surprise happening within him; I really want to what he's thinking. How do you feel? Knowing that the that child you were entrusted can't even bear to be awake anymore? That he runs to escapism? Must suck. Anyway.

On the other hand, dearest Daniel is real composed. Good job on getting info out of Belphegor. That's not really a high bar, though lmao... I mean, how are you a demon and can't LIE? Embarrassing... Go back to demon high school or something. Fall from grace again! The whole premise of your existence is being a lying thing that leads people to sin, and you're here having communication issues??? Dude. That's so moe.

Everyone thinking Belph's got something up his sleeve is fucking hilarious. No. Sorry. He's not Kira or anything like that. It's not all according to his "keikaku". He's just kinda dumb and suffers from Villain Monologue Syndrome...

Him saying "my witch", though... ough! (takes critical hit)

Really funny how he showed him off sleeping and everything. Why are you bragging? Is this something to show off? I guess it is for you... I'd be embarrassed if all my coworkers suddenly saw me sleeping on a plasma 100" inch TV, though. Maybe have a little consideration! Also, I don't think anyone's mentioned this before, but I think it's a cool detail that Priest's in a fetal position. Not only does this position bring one comfort, but it can also represent how he's about to be "reborn" as a witch of Sloth. The sphere he's sleeping in can kinda be a uterus, right?

Belphegor and Mikhail replying to each other while Leah was suffering out of confusion was funny. She got the straight man role forced onto her. Miha's "I see!" was cute. Very casual, as if he wasn't talking to a Demon Lord lol. To be fair, Bel is not really intimidating.

Meanwhile, Vir is busy trying to lead his shounen manga team to victory... (or not really.) They'll definitely get some piece of Belphegor though. I wonder what it'll be... he doesn't have anything like Asmodeus' eyes sticking out, so this is a mystery to me.

Me when I get excited about an interest of mine and end up yapping too much

Dante and Vergilius are heading to the same place, so they'll meet up again... I'm looking forward to the mess that comes out of that 👀.

Imuri needs to step up her game, or I'll be taking matters into my own hands because this is ridiculous. Femme Fatale? Wtf are you talking about. Fraudmuri. The Demon Lord of Fraud. Her true title.

Her biggest crime so far is being more in love with the idea of being in love with Priest than actually caring for him. Does that make sense? So far, she hasn't done any effort in actually coming to know him. She needs to KNOW!!!! At least I can respect that she also takes male rivals seriously... and her aggressiveness towards them. Lole.

She doesn't call Priest "sleepyhead" in the JP raws. I don't really mind the addition, but I thought it was worth noting here anyway. Makes it cute.

"It'll be over soon" Naw bro Imuri is coming at you with a fucking sledgehammer. Watch out.

Tiny Imuri is so fawking cute. I've been craving these Imuri flashbacks for forever because we know virtually nothing about her. What moves her. Why does she long to love!! We'll know in due time, I guess. But please show me a bit of it, Aruma-sensei...

Asmodeus being considerate enough to make sexual things vague to Imuri is nice, but it confuses me a bit. Well. I shan't dwell on it, lest my head blows up.

Imuri seems to have some complex about being a demon with no demon power, because she keeps asserting that she is a demon? Am I explaining this properly? Like in this chapter (ch.70) and chapter 3.

Anywho.

Imuri imagining the BL route... save me... my fucking sides... I burst out laughing the first time my eyes laid on that panel. True to her succubus nature, she didn't even consider the possibility of them using blood or whatever else instead of straight-up KISSING. Those are still bodily fluids, right?? Calm down, girl! Stay put!!!

"I'm not letting his first kiss go to some guy that just appeared!!" HE'S BEEN THERE FOR A DECADE! YOU ARE THE NEWCOMER!!! IMURI, GIRL!! You absolute buffoon! Clown, even!

Whew. Lmao.

This arc also feels like a callback to that one "sleeping beauty" comment from chapter 3.

...except their roles have switched.

This time, Imuri will be the one kissing Father on the cheek to wake him up, and it'll be so, so cute. Trust. Trust me. This will happen. (Going insane).

Go and make him your witch, Imuri... Dew it... Make a move... (screaming and crying)

[fantasymoongirl999]

Dragons Rising season 3, episodes through 10 spoilers!

I would like to start out by saying that this season had me literally screaming at the TV. Like holy cow doc Wyatt, you were out for blood with that ending. I was literally so upset I was shaking and on the verge of tears.

So first off all, I know Lloyd has died and almost died so many times, but my gosh, when he got his soul sucked out I was so upset. There was literally no way for him to fight back, nothing he could to do save him. I felt so bad for Arin, because even though he thought Lloyd failed him, he still cared, he was still upset. And dude when they get rid of Mr. Built like a sick figure chaos lord and Lloyd gets his soul back, he sounded so terrified and that just broke my heart.

As much as I adore Cole too and missed him this season, I'm so glad he stayed back to keep his family safe. Like man what a good dad, keeping his kids safe! <3

Ras when I catch you! Ras when I catch you!!!!! I had my doubts about Ras, but he fooled me too in the end. I was confused how he'd know this random kid's parents, but figured maybe he really did know after all the places he'd been. That graveyard though on that random spot seemed so weird though, so out of place. I legit told myself, use anime logic, if you don't see the bodies, they're not dead. AND I WAS RIGHT!!! Stupid manipulative house cat!

---

Alright but now for the real star of the show: Morro my boii!!!

OMG I'm was so worried they were going to ruin his character or completely disregard his attempt to redeem himself in The Day of the Departed, BUT MY GOOBILY GOOBER~~~

THEY PLAYED HIS HAPPY CHILDHOOD THEME!! Omg I was so happy!! Never been so excited to not hear that half note dip!!!

But my gosh!!! He was written so well!!!!!!! He completely regretted what he'd done, but he still kept his stubborn pride by not moving on accepted that the only way to really prove himself, to himself, was to help people. He couldn't leave and find potential rest, because he has to protect people, he has to make up for all he did.

If he knows Wu was alive and out there he could have tired to come back, tried to apologize, tried to make amends, but he decides to stay. That ties back into his character so much and I love it. Coming back would mean he'd have to confront everyone, he'd have to be vulnerable and I don't think he'd be ready to deal with that yet. Or something, I don't know-

AND WE'LL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE OF STUPID MR. WANNABE -5 TORSO DRAGON DUDE!!!

I got lulled into a false sense of peace and then- then...

GGAHHHHHHH

Morro was like, yo you're kinda wild bro, but this is my job now, lets go dragon dude, to eternal rest with ya!

Then 'stupid Mr. everyday is leg day man' just noms him omg!!!

I screamed so loudly, my neighbors definitely heard me. HE LOOKED SO SCARED OMG!! And buddy has never screamed like that before, even when literally downing in the equivalent of battery acid!!!! AND NOW!! Unless 'Mr. Souls go straight to my thighs' man somehow comes back and gets his butt kicked, I'm never going to have my indulgent reconcile moment between Morro and Wu or Morro and Lloyd. <- And that there is the ultimate loss. I didn't wait 10 years (lol only found the show a year ago) for my boii Morro to come back, just to immediately loose him again!!!!!

ALSO WHAT DO THE SOUL COLORS MEAN?? The random people were white, the forbidden 5 were red, Lloyd was green, then Master Wu and Morro were gold. I was thinking it was something with having an elemental ability at first and Lloyd's power overrode the color, but Morro gave his up, so now I have no clue...

But yeah, a great day for Morro fans, but now we must rise (like dragons heheh) to bring justice toour boi!

[tin-can-iron-man]

So, as has been clear for a while on this blog, I bought baldurs gate 3 in January of this year, after playing for a few days and falling completely in love with the game, I insisted my wife (the lovely hilarious beautiful etc etc @the-faultofdaedalus) also buy bg3 so that she can experience it and we can play together. (let it be known: we HAVE gone through the entire time at LEAST once before)

today, we were going back and forth between playing bg3 and watching shows the other hasn't seen before, recently I decided that I should show her a TV show that was near and dear to me in my childhood: My Name Is Earl.

having baldurs gate fresh on our minds whilst watching the show led us to making the joke (and. it was a joke, we've even made similar jokes about other shows such as Leverage before) that if Earl Hickey was a DND character, he would be a Paladin.

That is all context for what you are all about to see:

I would say I'm sorry, but then I would be lying...

"but Tin-Can-Iron-Man!" I hear you shout (my friends call me Deo btw) "I see you're playing this save file with your wife! Who is she playing as?"

Randy Hickey (Bard), obviously

(this is the only good shot that I have of that character model)

Earl is an oath of devotion paladin, but only because oath of redemption isn't available, meanwhile we only just played through the prologue, so Randys subclass hasn't been decided just yet.

We're not sure yet if this is just the DND versions of earl and randy or if they've been isekaied to faerun. either option is hilarious, so we'll probably just go back and forth between which one.

Well, anyway...

you know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks?

well, that was me. Every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting around the corner: karma

That's when I realized that I had to change.

I'm just trying to be a better person.

My name is Earl.

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 3- The Case of the Devlin House

Episode Overview:

48 total, 13 different words said by 10 characters.

Edwin: 1 Damn

Charles: 2 Fuck, 2 Ass, 1 Bloody, 1 God, 1 Cunt, 1 Bastard, 2 Sod, 2 Slag

Crystal: 4 Fuck, 6 Shit, 1 Bitch, 1 Ass, 2 Damn, 2 Hell, 3 God, 1 Jesus

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 1 Ass

Niko: 1 God

Esther: 1 Shit

Calico Cat: 1 Fuck

Litty: 5 Fuck, 2 Bitch

Kingham: 2 God

Headache Ghost: 1 Jesus

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 12

Crystal: 20

Jenny: 2

Niko: 1

Esther: 1

Calico Cat: 1

Litty: 7

Kingham: 2

Headache Ghost: 1

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 13

Shit: 7

Bitch: 3

Ass: 4

Damn: 3

Hell: 2

Bloody: 1

God: 7

Jesus: 2

Cunt: 1

Bastard: 1

Sod: 2

Slag: 2

Lines:

Headache Ghost: Jesus! This headache feels like my eyes are gonna rip apart!

Crystal: Holy shit, who knew this town was such a Mecca for troubled ghosts?

Crystal: I just heard some people talking about it in the um, God, it was the… malt shop and it sounded super crazy.

Jenny: It's a super fucked up story so I'm gonna need some coffee.

Jenny: He killed the mom and daughters while they were watching tv. Asshole.

Crystal: What the actual fuck?

Niko: Oh my god, he is so in to you!

Calico Cat: At least we don't have to go inside. This house is fucked up.

Crystal: Jesus, I can't watch this again.

Crystal: Just what the fuck is it?

Crystal: So ok, if we figure out what sent that piece of shit dad over the edge, we can what? Free the family?

Litty: Looks like they left you behind because you fucking suck.

Litty: They're all gonna fucking die.

Litty: We were fucking kidding, can't you take a fucking joke?

Kingham: God! (Niko throws sweater over jar)

Litty: Stupid fucking bitch!

Charles: He was such a cunt.

Charles: So let's keep the bastard from ever getting his hands on it.

Crystal: Good luck finding it now, asshole.

Charles: How do we break this bloody loop?

Litty: I was confused when you let your friends who saved you go to that scary house alone, but now I see you're just a little bitch.

Kingham: God! I hate you!

Charles: Edwin, don't slag her off just because it turns out you aren't the all-knowing expert on everything, yeah?

Charles: I'm just sick of watching this asshole kill his family a million times for no fucking reason. Tried it your way, and it did nothing. Sod it, let's try mine.

Crystal: Where the hell did he go?

Crystal: Oh thank god, there he is.

Charles: Mate, don't slag her off just because it turns out you aren't the all-knowing expert on all things, yeah?

Charles: I'm just sick of watching this asshole kill his family a million times for no fucking reason. Tried it your way, and it did nothing. Sod it. Let's try mine.

Crystal: His dad was bad, Edwin. Royally fucked-up bad.

Crystal: And if I have to hear that goddamn song one more time, I am gonna lose my shit.

Crystal: Oh shit, yes. (They haven't found a radio)

Crystal: Oh my god. Son of a bitch owned an electronics store.

Crystal: Damn it, I know you choose the worst times to show up on purpose.

Edwin: Damn it. Crystal, if you can hear me, try to stay positive.

Crystal: Go to hell.

Crystal: I am done wasting my energy on your fuck-boy bullshit.

Crystal: Holy shit, we actually did.

Charles: God, that must have been mental.

Esther: Quit loitering you little shits.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Crystal: Oh my god! (Niko collapses) (Episode 2)

Kingham: For real, it smells like dog shit in there. (Episode 2)

Middle finger from both sprites (Episode 2)

Edwin: What the bloody hell is this? (Episode 2)

Updated:

-Added in a ‘god’ from Crystal that I missed

-Replaced ‘Uses Per Word’ chart with a version with better

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[dinlukewarrior]

Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

[paullovescomics]

Many moons ago, when (I think it was) the fifth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer was airing on TV, I decided it might be fun to join some mailing lists dedicated to the show, so I'd have more people to talk about the show with. (Mailing lists were pre-social media vehicles for fandom, somewhere between USENET and MySpace; imagine a chain of comments on a Tumblr post, but it's sent to you in email.) It definitely let me talk to more people about a show that I loved, but it also taught me that online fandom can take just as easily as it gives. [SPOILERS if you're just starting to watch the show, i think it might be having a minor resurgence atm.]

It wasn't a terribly negative experience. I didn't get bullied or even have my ideas shit on. That season had the show's typical mystery of what's the deal with this season's Big Bad and how are Buffy and the Scoobies going to defeat them, but it also had the mystery of Buffy's previously unseen sister, Dawn. Where did she come from? Howcome all the characters act like she's been there all along when she totally hasn't been? Et cetera, et cetera, et wtf.

There had been cryptic hints dropped in the previous season (Little Miss Muffet, counting down from 7-3-0), but they were very cryptic. Babylon 5 had concluded not too long ago, and HBO's mainstreaming of the "tv show as novel" concept had not quite kicked into gear yet, so nerdy fannish brains were hungry for a well-planned-out tv narrative to sink their teeth into. This mailing list was full of speculation, sometimes based on those aforementioned hints, sometimes based on the bits of Latin and German text seen in the opening credits (the show is full of mystical tomes), to all those sorts of background details and clever quips that supposedly have hidden meanings. You know how it can get.

Of course I had my own theories, which I do not remember. That's suspiciously convenient, because I do remember that they were wrong. (Good job, super ego. You saved me from an embarrassing memory for once. That doesn't mean we're okay about all the other stuff.) Whatever my wrong predictions were, it really bugged me when they turned out to be wrong. And before they were proved to be wrong, it also bugged me when I would watch the show and someone else's theory, usually one I didn't like so much, would pop into my head. Oh, that one character did that thing that supposedly proves that such-and-such will happen. There was a mention of that so-called clue that means Dawn will turn out to be whatever annoying thing that one poster said that I didn't like. My pet theory being wrong was just the stink on top of the turd pie.

So at the end of that season, I thought, this deeper involvement in fandom has made the show less fun to watch. And that sucked, because I really liked that show. I'd found it at the beginning, and my enjoyment of it had grown from a very simplistic "hey, there's an attractive lady kicking vampires" to a real appreciation of all the character growth and the good acting and the smart metaphors and the playing with tropes, all the stuff that makes a tv show good. And one of my best friends had recently gotten into the show, though they were still catching up via my obsessive video taping (a lost art, folks). All that enjoyment was diminished, if only a bit, by my participation is a particular aspect of fandom. I unsubbed from the mailing lists and decided I wouldn't go down that path again.

Obviously, I didn't completely give up on online fandom, because here I am. But I have tried to be much more careful in how I engage with that fandom. Speculation isn't for me. It might be for you. Digging into behind-the-scenes details, and examining statements that creators have made about a story is not for me. It might be for you. What is for me is finding those stories--whatever medium they may be told in--that appeal to me, taking them in, letting myself get lost in the details that catch my attention, talking about those things with friends, and occasionally posting something here. Similar vibes seem to attract each other here. Most of the interaction is just a like, which I can interpret as appreciation for the thing that I enjoy or maybe my rambling about it, and that's nice. When folks do reply with more than a like, it's almost always thoughtful and written in a chill, conversational way.

I reckon the moral is, it's worthwhile to notice how your interaction with fandom affects your enjoyment of the art that brought you there in the first place, and it can be helpful to tailor that interaction so that you get the most positive and the least negative out of it.

[tomssexdoll]

WAIT CAN YOU DO A KIM POSSIBLE INSPIRED FIC WITH BILL AND LIKE YOU KNOW HOW PRINCESS GET CAPTURED BY THE VILLAIN WELL I WAS THINKING THAT THE READER GETS CAPTURED BY A VILLAIN AND BASICALLY BILL SAVES HER?

(this is my first time asking for a request from anybody LMAOO)

LMAO YES THIS SOUNDS SO FUN!!

Mario and Princess Peach

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Bill have been transported into a video game, specifically Super Mario, Y/N is turned into Princess Peach and Bill into Mario, Bowser kidnaps her and Mario has to save her. Only to find out.... A/N: i love this sm, this isn't from the actual game btw I don't even know how the game goes all I know is bowser kidnaps peach

Me and Bill were playing super mario on the tv, clicking at our consoles trying to save Princess Peach from Bowser. Then suddenly I felt a strong wind coming from the TV, I looked over at Bill and saw him being sucked into the TV, I gasped as I began to be dragged into the TV too.

We woke up, rubbing our heads and looking around. I yelped as I saw Bill in a mario costume, looking down at myself and realizing I had Princess Peaches outfit on, her beautiful bright pink dress with her white silky gloves.

"What the actual fuck is going on right now" I looked up at Bill in a panic "i knew we shouldn't of gotten that stupid console, the guy was so sketchy" he groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration.

I heard a loud melody play and looked up, in the sky the words 'Ready 3, 2, 1 go!" play, I looked at Bill confused "what do we do?" he shrugged, looking around for answers.

Then suddenly the sky went black, dark clouds forming everything and lightning bolting into the floor. "Holy shit!" I clung onto Bill, my whole body trembling in fear. "Are we gonna play the game but..as ourselves, does that mean you're gonna get kidnapped?" Bill eyes widened as a huge hand came closer to us and snatched me away, I gasped "Bill!" I screamed, reaching out for him.

Bills POV: I watched as Y/N got taken by a big yellow hand, I looked up and it was bowser, he was massive. "Y/N!" I screamed back, panicking. I knew I had to finish the game to get her back, who knows what would happen if I lost?

I started to do all the obsticles, jumping on the mushrooms and getting coins. Fighting all the bad guys and nearly dying a million times.

I finally got to the last boss, Bowser, I winced as I saw Y/N locked in a cage, high up in the sky. "3 2 1 GO!" the game said, showing a health level on bowser. Nearby, I saw a little candy gun and I picked it up, shooting it at him repeatedly. His health didn't go down by much and I cursed under my breath "fuck..how will this big motherfucker die" I grabbed a sword and just decided to go all in, battling with Bowser. His health became significantly low and I continued to slash at him.

He then took a big swing at me, hitting me and sending me flying nearly off the edge. My heart was beating so fast as I slowly got up, running towards him and battling with him again. My adrenaline was so high, I felt unreal, invincible almost.

I finally got the last blow, defeating bowser. His large body fell to the floor and a big green text popped up in the sky "success!" it read. I sighed in relief, Y/N's cage lowering, a key landed in my hands and I unlocked the huge padlock and removed all the chains surrounding it.

Y/N leapt into my arms and we got teleported to a loading screen. Y/NS pov: "That was terrifying Bill, I thought I was going to fall out of the cage it was so high and so rusty of my god" I nuzzled my head into his chest, his arms wrapping around me.

I woke up suddenly, realising it was all a dream and none of that happened. I sighed in relief to see Bill next to me, sleeping peacefully. I smiled and kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around me and falling back asleep. E/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE OMG

[jotun-philosopher]

I adore this article -- it has the ring of truth throughout, and it has a similar vibe to thoughts I've been having recently about why I love the show so much. The main reason?

Psychological safety.

I'm autistic, mentally unwell, intensely aro-ace and slightly physically disabled (and was viciously bullied in school for the first three things on that list) -- and I know deep in my bones that the Doctor -- any of them -- would not care about that. They would always see me as being worth saving, and I would always be welcome on board the TARDIS, even if I'm not necessarily full-on companion material (I can't run very well XD).

That feeling is HUGE when society tends to malign fundamental aspects of oneself.

(Plus, there is also the fact that I was introduced to the Whoniverse as a toddler (I'm in my 30s now) and thus the show is somewhere between 'favourite TV show' and 'fundamental component of my psyche'; I can no more comprehend life without DW than a goldfish can comprehend the opening hours of A.Z. Fell & Co.)

Incidentally, this sort of feeling is also part of why I like Good Omens, Sandman and Discworld so much -- those worlds are fundamentally kind and compassionate, and I know that I would be safe and welcome there. Mortals are always welcome in the Dreaming, I'd probably do ok in Lancre or on the Chalk, and while customers rarely see the inside of The Bookshop, I'd like to think that if my joints were playing me up in the vicinity of the proprietor(s), I might be invited inside to drink tea and ramble about Learned Penric kin Jurald or something XD

(By contrast, one of the reasons I drifted out of the MCU fandom was because that world, beyond the flashy effects, felt incredibly bleak -- even if good things happened, they could be nullified at any time (e.g. ending of Thor 3 vs opening scene of IW), there is always at least one colossal existential threat at any given moment, resolving problems *always* essentially boils down to how to do violence, and anybody who is in some way unusual or exceptional seems to be expected to squash themselves into a very narrow set of traits, thoughts and actions deemed 'useful to the majority' in order to be accepted/valued/adjudged worthwhile, and their life's gonna massively suck just the same)

[carladuquette]

What are your top 3 ships of all time? 🤩

As you know, I LOVE this question! Just took me some time to come up with an answer. When I finally had, I realized that two of my three had tragic endings and the third one wasn't exactly a happy ending either. What does that say about me? 😅 The list ahead has spoilers (obviously), but with all three ships it's been a few years since they aired, so that should be fine.

SO, here we go, in no particular order:

Izzie and Denny, Grey's Anatomy

Is falling in love with a patient and then cutting said patient's LVAD-wire to steal a transplant heart meant for another patient good medicine? No. But it's damn good TV. I completely fell for Izzie and Denny's love story when I first watched it nearly 20 years ago 👵 They were so happy together! Denny was incredibly charming even though we basically only see him lying down in a hospital bed, and the way he made Izzie smile was something else. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who played Denny, said in a recent interview he never had as much chemistry as he had with Katherine Heigl (Izzie) with anyone else before or since, and it's visible on screen. Denny's death hit me harder than any other TV death I had ever seen before. Now each time I hear Chasing Cars, I think of Izzie lying next to Denny's body in her prom dress. Grey's is still going 20 or so seasons later, but this was definitely one of its most iconic moments.

Dani and Jamie, The Haunting of Bly Manor

Another tragic love story. Dani has gone through so much suffering, I really wanted her and Jamie to have their happily ever after. The half episode we got of it, the years they got to spend together, is my favorite part of Bly Manor (even though it still makes me sob every time I watch it). Jamie helped Dani face her literal demons and stayed by her side while she waited for her beast in the jungle. Dani leaving Jamie so the Lady of the Lake couldn't hurt her is such a heartbreaking ending, and it shows what a good, brave person Dani was until the very end.

Lu and Valerio, Elite

Ok, both parties are still alive the last time we see them. But a happy ending does still not seem to be in the cards for them since they're half-siblings. Which really sucks because OMG, Danna and Jorge's chemistry?? Fire, from their first kiss on the pool table to the beautiful moment where Val gets Lu to lie in her police interview to save herself. The air around them practically crackles with tension when they're in a room together, with the exception of achingly sweet moments where it becomes clear that they are the most important person in each other's lives. I really love them a lot (and answered an ask about my preferred ending for them the other day btw).