#where I really want to help. and I might be able to! but if I am wrong about how much I can help

[lllivia]

I could help you

Ellie Williams x f!reader

Summary: Ellie helps you out 😛

Warnings: non apocalyptic scenario, cocky (slightly loser) Ellie, top!Ellie, bottom!reader, frustrated!reader, NOT proofread

It had only gone four out of the six weeks the doctor had ordered for you to have your cast on - and you were already feeling like you were about to rip it off with your bare hands (which of course was impossible). What luck was it that the one fucking time you felt like skating without a helmet, you had skidded over some tiny little pebble and in an attempt to break your fall - breaking your wrist instead.

It was so hard to do quite literally anything when your dominant hand was all bandaged up, but by far one of the worst things was the masturbation. God, it was so frustrating, it seemed like any little thing could set you off at this point after going so long without a release.

You had tried getting off of course, but it only ended up hurting you more than it giving any sort of measurable pleasure, which only built up the sexual frustration that was at this point running 24/7 through your veins.

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"Soo what d'you wanna do now?" Ellie smirked up at you from where she sat on the floor, just having beaten you for like the 7th time in the row in street fighter - which she claimed was all because of her pure "talent"x and not because you had a useless hand that couldn't help you make any proper combos.

"I don't know - you tell me, it's not much I can do with this fucked up wrist that doesn't cause me any pain" you sighed and layed back down onto your bed, pissed that the broken bone once again came in your way of doing anything fun.

"Alright.. How about we play some truth or dare?" She chuckled, standing up to sit next to where you lay, immediately getting comfy on the familiar blankets.

"What are you, ten?" You couldn't help but laugh - you hadn't played truth or dare since like early high school. But Ellie only raised her eyebrow at you "Have any better idea ms. "I can't think of anything to do"?"

And ig she was right, there really wasn't anything. "Okay okay you got me" You smiled, never able to resist your best friends pretty face.

"I'll get you to spill all of your deepest and darkest secrets" she wiggled her eyebrows ridiculously as if you didn't already tell eachother basically anything. "So, truth or dare."

You thought for a second - she wouldn't make you do something really stupid, would she?who we're you kidding, she totally would.

"Truth I guess" you answered hesitantly, slightly nervous about what she might ask.

"Umm when was the last time you finished a book" she asked, clearly not having thought as far as to get to the questions.

"Seriously dumbass, you don't have anything better than that?" You laughed and slapped her knee, unbeknownst to you making her grin just with your closeness. "Your turn then.. Truth or dare?"

She shrugged "Dare, obviously. I'm not a wimp" her smirk showing off her white teeth as you playfully hit her again.

"Fine, you have to text the last person you ghosted and tell them you need them" It was your turn to smirk as Ellie's face dropped, both of you knowing exactly who she had to text.

"You asshole! You know it was Dina, I can't just message her now after like 4 months" Ellie grimaced, the memory of when she suddenly stopped texting the girl back now fresh in her mind.

"I didn't say I would play fair" the laugh escaping you sounded down right sinister as you watched the brunette pick up her phone and send the text before slamming it down again on your mattress.

"Your turn, and don't even think I'm gonna play nice now" she had moved closer in the excitement, your bodies almost pressing against each other - which neither of you felt like commenting on. Not wanting to ruin the chance of being so close.

Worried she was going to make you do something absolutely humiliating you couldn't help with going for what you thought was the easy way out again. But oh my were you wrong. "Truth."

"Are you fucking kidding me y/n! You're such a pussy" Ellie groaned before widening her eyes at the perfect question.

"Well it's not in the rules that I can't choose truth two times in a row" you cheesed, pure smugness dripping off your tone.

"When's.. The last time you jacked off?" She smirked proudly, enjoying the embarrassment that quickly embraced your face.

"What the actual fuck Ellie, you creep!" You gaped, once again punching her leg.

"Ow - Well, you have to say it. It's the rules!" Your best friend laughed loudly while throwing her head back. She had for sure gotten the reaction she wanted after her last dare.

You thought about it for a moment before rolling your eyes "ok fine.. I guess about like 4 weeks ago" looking away your cheeks started burning hot, there was definitely some kind of unspoken boundary that just got crossed. "But it's only because of this stupid useless hand that I can't fucking get off!"

Well shit, you had definitely said too much now.

It was Ellie's time to gape now, her mind starting to race at the simple sentence.

All she could think of doing was licking her cracked lips and blushing before thinking of something to say. "I could.. Help you? Yk.. If you want."

You almost laughed straight in her face. There was no way she was being serious right now, what the hell did she mean by helping you?

"..What?" Your almost squeeky voice sounded out, unable to stop the warmth pooling into your lower belly at the situation that was happening right in front of you.

"I could get you off" her body was fully turned towards you now, she couldn't even believe herself for being so bold. God, she hoped this wouldn't ruin the perfect relationship you already had.

"Okay" you answered breathely, you legs unknowingly starting to rub against each other slightly - something that didn't go unnoticed by Ellie.

"Okay?" Waiting to confirm what she thought she just heard, she could almost feel herself twitching in anticipation.

"Okay" you laughed breathily, what was happening right now.

Ellie didn't waste any more time, and practically jumped your bones on the spot. She didn't waste any time on formalities and crawled down your body until she reached your pajama pants.

"You're so pretty" she looked up and smirked "but you'd be prettier without these" she plucked at the band of your pants before letting it snap back into place.

"You're so fucking corny" you rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring the fact that you were basically already dripping in arousal.

"Whatever you say" her eyes never leaving you as she slid the pants down your smooth skin, however many times she had seen you change could never compare with the feeling that embraced her now while actually being the one stripping you down.

All that was left on your lower body now was your underwear, which Ellie felt the strange want to rip off with her teeth - oh how many times she had imagined you under her like this. Restraining from the action she looked up at you once again as to double check that what she was doing was alright, before finally removing your panties in a haste.

She stopped to stare for a second, taking in your beauty in case this was the one and only time she would ever do this. "You're so pretty baby, might have to break your wrist more often" You rolled your eyes playfully - even when you were basically trying to hump her face and whimpering in need.

"C'mon Ellie - just fuck me already" you breathed as she took her time viewing and kissing your thighs.

"Alright alright, no need to beg baby. I'm right here, I'll help you."

And she finally did. Her tongue gleefully licking through your already soaked folds as she held you down while you writhed. "God, you taste so good" she moaned, using two fingers to rub up and down you pussy - enjoying the slick that quickly covered her digits.

But as much as she was enjoying the look of pure need and desperation in your eyes as she teased you slowly she couldn't hold on for long before she pushed the two already lubed up fingers into you.

You immediately squeezed around her and gasped, fuck, no warning? But the slight sting from the stretch dissipated almost immediately as she started curling her fingers into you, her tongue simultaneously tracing figure 8s on your throbbing clit.

"S-shit Ellie!" Wow, you hadn't noticed how much you needed this until it was actually happening. And the fact that it was Ellie - your literal best friend and crush, that leading you towards your forthcoming orgasm was reeling you closer and closer to the edge faster than you had ever managed to do with your own fingers.

"Huh, you like that?" Her pace never slowed before she decided it was time to add a third finger, loving the feeling of you squeezing around her.

"Yes, yes! I needed this so bad" your high pitched voice sounded out while you painted for air, aggressively using your one good hand to grab onto Ellie's hair and pushing her closer to you - not even noticing as she whimpered slightly at the feeling.

"You gonna come? I mean shit, y/n, I can literally feel the way you're suffocating my fingers" She chuckled and sped up a bit as she talked.

"Mhm - yeah I'm gonna come" it seemed like the only thing in the world that was real was Ellie as she flicked her tongue one last teasing time against you.

A pleasure better than you'd ever felt crashed down all at once, almost drowning you. The warmth of Ellie's tongue never disappeared while your orgasm lasted, the girl on top of you never letting up until you were a twitching mess against her, weakly trying to push her away while whimpering lowly.

When you finally felt as though you could speak again you looked over at her already staring form, her face having a tiny blushing smile adorned all over it as she looked at you.

"Was that good?" Even after she had made you experience the most jaw dropping experience of your life she still had the nerve to ask such a stupid question.

"Yes dumbass, that was literally the best orgasm I've ever had" you grinned and layed back, closing your eyes - if you could just stay in this moment forever you would, resting as Ellie hummed and traced tiny hearts onto your bare stomach.

Well, that was so much better than playing some stupid video game.

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a/n: I'm writing this at 1 in the morning so excuse if it's a bit wonky - ALSO SEND REQUESTS PLS, I'M OUT OF CREATIVITY 😪🙏

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Eleven

Summary: Making up with Jungkook isn't something you want to do first thing in the morning but you've kept him waiting for far too long Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 3.7k~ Warnings: Explicit language (barely lol) a/n: I know I put a poll up and this was the last choice in the rankings but this was already finished so I figured I'd just post it 😅 Start from the beginning

Opening my eyes I'm greeted with the warmth of the sun on my skin, shining through the curtains where I've fallen asleep on the couch in my living room. 

Reaching for my phone I check the time and see that I've woken up just five minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I'd prefer it this way honestly if it could save me from being jolted awake by that incessant ringing signaling the start of my day. 

Taking a deep breath I look up at the ceiling and start coaching myself in how this morning should all go down. Confronting someone after a fight is never pleasant but in this situation it's necessary. 

'I don't want to lose him', that has been the reason for my inaction and now it has to be my motivation to take action.

Jungkook can be hardheaded when he wants to be (sometimes even more than me), but I can't let the fear of not being able to reach him keep me from fighting for us. 

I know I need to show him how much he means to me, I know I've fallen short and I know for sure it's my turn to step up and make things right.

Sitting up I'm hit with a sudden feeling of wooziness and realize that in all the upset I forgot to eat last night. 

Well, I guess that's another motivation added to the list for getting me up and out of this apartment. I make my way to my bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed to go before I can chicken out of this. 

I'm reminded of some of the horrible things he said to me last night as I continue to wake up but the reason they cut so deep is because most of them are laced with truth. 

I was stringing him along, I did spend time with Jimin, but I'm not dating him. I don't like the attention as much as he thinks I do, I only really care about him and it's been like that for years.

I guess since I haven't really entertained a guy for a while neither one of us knows how to act, especially since I know that he loves me now. 

Or loved...

Arriving at his door I find myself hesitant to knock since the action itself seems foreign. Between the three of us including Grey we've kinda dropped that formality, or at least Grey and I have. 

Jungkook still is a bit more respectful and texts before letting himself in. I hope we can go back to those days and that the damage that has been done can be repaired. 

Making moves to knock I'm interrupted by the sight of Hoseok coming out of his place a few doors down. 

"Oh Luna, hi! I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" he asks looking bright eyed and bushy tailed, a tell tail sign that he probably wasn't aware of Jungkook's drunken stupor from last night. 

"Could be better" I say now reminded of Jungkook's same response just hours ago. 

"Are you here to see Jungkook?" he asks, clearly seeing what my intensions are. "Yeah, do you know if he got home last night?" I question now concerned as to why he's asking.

"I heard from Jin that he crashed at his place after showing up drunk off his ass. He said he was mumbling something about you so I figured you might be showing up sometime soon" he relays, knowing that there's no real reason to hide the information from me. 

"Oh okay, I guess I'll go ahead and talk to him another time" I say making moves to retreat. "I could take you there if you want? It's on my way anyways" he says and I'm just now noticing he looks like he was on his way out. 

"Oh I don't want to impose" I start trying to decline his offer. "Don't worry about it, he's been out of sorts for the past week so I know that seeing you would probably help him out. I don't mean to sound nosy but we all kinda found out what happened".

I nod my head in understanding and ultimately accept his offer. 

The journey to Jin's house isn't too long but with every passing second I feel like my airways are closing up, my throat going dry. 

As I try to listen to Hoseok's rambling about some sort of new figurine that he collects I see the minutes on the gps get smaller and smaller as we get closer to our destination. Once it hits zero and he parks the car we sit there for a second. 

"Do you want me to walk you up? I told Jin we were on our way so he's already expecting you" he says hoping to encourage me to take that leap to finally try to work things out.

"No it's okay, you've already helped me so much. Thank you Hoseok really, I know I hurt him but I really do want to make it right" I say with a sad smile. 

"I know, friendships are hard and they're even harder when love gets added to the mix..." I widen my eyes and I see an amused look on his face. "Yes he told us that too, believe it or not he's been gushing about you to us for years, and it's Hobi, Hoseok is too formal" he chuckles. 

"Thank you Hobi, hopefully next time I see you it'll be under happier circumstances" I say with a pained expression. "I'm sure it will, we all know what he's like but please, don't stop fighting for him" he says pinching his eyebrows together in a pained expression. 

"I won't" is the last thing I say to him before walking up to the house. 

"Hi Luna" Jin says after answering my soft knocks on his door, doing my best to keep quiet incase Jungkook is still sleeping. "Hey" I say and he brings me in for a hug. "He's not awake yet but you can wait in the living room and we can catch up for a bit if you're up for it" he says and offers me a cup of coffee while he walks over to the kitchen, to which I accept and take a seat on his wrap around couch. 

"Here you go" he says and also brings milk and sugar so I can fix it to my liking. After doing so he retrieves the items and finally comes over to sit down on the opposite side of the couch making sure to keep a respectful distance, knowing what Jungkook's reaction might be if he found us any closer.

"How have you been? Hanging in there?" he starts taking the pressure off of me of initiating the conversation. "As best as I can be I guess. Did he tell you what happened last night?" I ask hoping to see where his head was at after our argument. 

"Well he was way too far gone when he got here so not a whole lot of it made sense other than telling me you guys had a fight and that you were cheating on him" he says recalling the sight. 

"How could I be cheating on him if we're not even dating?" I groan throwing my head back against the couch. 

"You know him, he's always been very protective of you, and I guess that with his confession he couldn't help but let out some of that possessive energy along with it" he explains plainly.

"Yeah I can tell. I got used to him being protective but everything has gotten out of control since then. You saw what happened that day on the boardwalk. How else was I supposed to react?" I ask, hoping for some sort of validation for my actions. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have shut me out" I freeze hearing Jungkook's deep morning voice that is drenched in hostility, still clearly upset with me. 

"Jungkook that's not fair" Jin says trying to come to my rescue. "It's okay Jin just let me talk to him" I talk him down, hoping that he'll give us some space to talk. "I'll be in the other room if you need me" he says and gets up to go, granting us a sense of privacy.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook grumbles as he makes his way over to the kitchen and I decide to follow him there. 

"I came to see you" I say stating the obvious. "How did you find me?" he continues only asking surface level questions as he gets the coffee pot and pours himself a cup. "I passed by your place first and I bumped into Hobi so he told me where you were and gave me a ride here" I explain. 

"Don't call him that, only his friends get to call him that" he says clearly not happy that I've had contact with his hyungs without his prior knowledge. 

"He asked me to call him that..." I say trailing off deciding it's best not to push it. "Well I don't want you to. They're my friends, not yours" he says sternly still giving me the cold shoulder. "Noted" is all I say and do my best to give him a peace offering instead.

"I brought over some hangover soup, I thought you might like some" I say nodding towards the bag on the counter. 

Having his back to me, now looking for something that I could only guess would be some painkillers from the sight of the different medicine bottles in the cabinet, he only grunts in acknowledgement not really making an effort to show any sort of gratitude. 

"Shit" he mumbles. "I brought you some painkillers too if that's what you're looking for" I say hoping to get him to see that I really am here to help and not hurt. He lets out a deep sigh and looks over at the water bottle and the pain meds in question that I had placed on the counter and decides it's best to give in. 

"Thanks" he mumbles and takes the pills immediately. "You should probably eat something though so let me just heat up the soup for you too. I don't want you to end up with a stomachache on top of it all" I say gathering the takeout containers and assembling the meal before he can refuse.

After the food is ready I sit at the table and keep him company as he eats. 

"Aren't you gonna have some?" he questions, curious as to why I haven't served myself as well. "No that's okay, I ate something before I came here" I say making sure that he'll eat his fill and still have some left over for later. 

He shrugs his shoulders and continues to eat until I see that he looks like he's feeling a bit more alive again. He sits back and takes another drink of water before finally speaking. 

"So I'm guessing you're here to talk?" he says getting up to clear out the dishes, to which I jump up and help right away. "Yeah" I trail off hoping to have a more stable setting unlike last night. 

He nods his head and we both make our way over to the couch and end up sitting at the same distance that Jin and I had just been at before.

"So talk" he says and waits for me to explain myself. "Do you remember what happened last night?" I start off. 

"Bits and pieces. I do remember that you've been seeing another guy though, I wasn't drunk enough to forget that" he answers saying the last part under his breath. 

"I just want to clear that up real quick first so we can establish the reasons why I did what I did" he nods in acknowledgement and lets me continue. 

"His name is Jimin first off, and I met him a few days before the night you told me you love me, or loved me based off of what you said last night" he opens his mouth to interrupt but I hold my hand up telling him to wait until I've said my piece.

"He came into the store one day and flirted with me and we hit it off. He asked me to go to a cafe with him, which I did and he tried to kiss me at the end of it. I stopped him and told him I wanted to get to know him better and that we should take things slow, to which he agreed so we just kept things chill from there but he made his intensions known right away" I say and watch as his expressions change, seeing he wants to get a word in but he respects my wishes.

"In case you're wondering we haven't gone out on a proper date and we haven't kissed. On the night you and I had that fight on the boardwalk Jin brought me home and when I walked up to my doorstep there was a red envelope addressed to me" I continue and I can tell his interest is peaked.

"I picked it up and brought it inside and when I opened it I saw pictures of me with you and Grey. Some were from work, others were from us or just me inside my apartment and some were of us in random places where we were just spending time together. It even had pictures of when we went stargazing and from the day we went to the boardwalk"

I reach into my bag to take out the picture of us kissing with the first note that said 'I'm Watching You' with Jungkook's face crossed out. 

"All of the pictures had your face crossed out like this and I got scared so I grabbed my phone to try to call you but I somehow ended up calling Jimin on accident" I say and I see the way his hands grip the picture I had given him a little tighter.

"I started spiraling and by the time he picked up the phone he could already tell that something was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to hang up and call you because of what had happened between us so when he offered to come over I said yes" Jungkook tongues his cheek, a muscle in his jaw feathering.

"When he got there he helped calm me down and it felt so wrong to have someone else do what you've done for me time and time again but I knew it would've been selfish of me to ask you to come over after I had just asked for space".

I clear my throat before I keep going and I notice now that he's got his eyes trained on me, not missing a single word, needing to know what happened. 

"He spent the night, initially sleeping on the couch until I woke up from a nightmare later on that night so I asked him to sleep in the bed with me but that was it. Nothing happened" I explain and although he's still clearly tense I can tell he's happy that nothing happened. 

"I'm telling you in explicit detail because I want to be honest with you. I don't want there to be anymore misunderstandings between us. After that night I felt like we had gotten a bit closer so he asked me if I wanted to spend some more time together but I told him no because I wanted to figure out where things between you and I stand and he understood that but again told me that he still wanted to date me if I gave him the chance" if looks could kill...

"He ended up stopping by the store sometimes to just say hi and we would text occasionally but that's what the state of my relationship with him is at at the moment"

I think for a second trying to formulate my words carefully, the next part is one that could make or break our relationship. 

"I did ask for space that day for a few different reasons" I start off and I can see him squirm a bit in his seat. 

"One being that both you and Jimin confessed your feelings to me on the same night so my emotions were all over the place which is probably why I reacted the way that I did, so I apologize if I scared you" I explain and he nods, waiting for the other reasons on the list. 

"Two was that I felt like a switch flip between us even before you confessed to me. I could sense the tension building so I didn't know how to act. Third was from the way that things went down the day we fought. I do admit that I had fault in it too so I don't want you to feel like I'm blaming it all on you because I'm not" I back track a bit and he nods again.

"I had been teasing you from the start because I liked the way you would react to it. I liked the way you were getting jealous and possessive over me. It made me feel wanted and I hadn't really experienced something like that before" I confess, owning up to my fault. 

"I let things get out of hand when I kept on provoking you so I'm sorry. I didn't realize that something like that would make you so upset so it's my fault that that fight happened in the first place" I finish and take a deep breath, waiting for him to say something, finally giving him the chance to do so.

"That's a lot" he he breathes out, still trying to process it all. "I probably said some mean stuff to you last night didn't I?" he questions. I nod my head and he rubs his temples and thinks for a while before he finally starts to respond to everything. 

"That fight wasn't all your fault Luna, I played a part in it too. If anything I escalated it because of how blinded by jealousy I was. Having my feelings out in the open made me feel vulnerable and the guys knew that but they messed around with you anyways" he sighs and I nod, realizing that we were teaming up and trying to provoke him. 

"It wasn't a good decision on my part to bring you and I should've known that so I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for the way I treated you then and I'm sorry for what happened last night. Even though I don't remember everything I do know that what I did was fucked up and I should've just  turned around and left when I saw you. I wasn't ready to talk and I knew that but I missed you so much I couldn't pass up the chance to see you again" he says looking at me with true regret in his eyes. 

"I missed you too" I say quietly so I don't interrupt him too much.

"That stalker...well until we get to the bottom of that you're not leaving my side" he growls, leaving me protesting but now he's the one that's putting his hand up to stop me. "We'll work that out later but after all of this where do we stand?" he asks, slightly grimacing at the end.

"I don't know why I would ever say that I don't love you because I do. I love you so fucking much it hurts Luna" he lets out a shaky breath. "No matter what I've said in the past or what I'll say in the future I will always love you" he finishes showing so much regret. 

"I don't know...but maybe we could start off by being best friends again?" I suggest hoping that he'll be satisfied with that for now. "I'm not saying that I don't want to try and make us work, but for right now I think our feelings are too raw so we should probably take some time to heal what's been hurt" I explain, hoping I've gotten my point across. 

"I think I'd like that...but let's try to heal together this time okay? Don't push me away again. I don't care how mad you are, just stay with me" he pleads, reaching out for my hand.

"Always" I reply, squeezing his hand. 

"You've said that before" he gives me a stern look. 

"Okay but I really do mean it this time" I hold my hands up laughing at his attempt to be mad at me again. 

"You better" he chuckles before ruffling my hair. 

"I guess I deserved that" I say while blowing the hair out of my face. "Oh you definitely deserve more than that" he says standing up and stalking towards me. 

"What do you mean by that?" I say standing up and backing away from him. 

"Why don't you come over here and find out" he chuckles with a devious smile, lunging towards me which I narrowly evade and run away from him.

"Jin! Jin, help! He's trying to kill me!" I yell laughing at how silly Jungkook looks while running after me. 

"YA! I leave you two alone for 10 minutes and you're already disrespecting my home?" he scolds. 

I make a bee line for him but Jungkook cuts me off and pulls me in by my waist, my back up against his chest. 

"Jin please save me. Please don't leave me with him" I beg while he backs up into his room seeing the playful manner that has been revived between us. 

"Just don't break anything Jungkook" he chuckles and sends us an amused smile before he closes the door 

"No" I whimper out before Jungkook whispers in my ear. 

"Seems like we've gotta make up for lost time" he purrs before pinching my sides, making me squirm in his embrace. 

"Jungkook stop please you know I hate this!" I whine before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Aw pretty, we haven't even started" he smirks and starts tickling me mercilessly.

"JIN! HELP!" I yell out through gasps desperate for a savior, my prayers forever going unanswered.

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Getting Close Was What Set Me Free

(Or: Why I Do This Work)

So I've come to realize that getting close to Lily was what set me free. And by that I mean: the reason I was able to finally see Lily for who she really is wasn’t because I stumbled across some damning document or a big exposé. It was because I got too close to her to keep lying to myself.

I was in her server from June to September 2024. Three months. Not long in the grand scheme of things, but long enough to change everything.

Before that, I was just a casual fan. I watched her videos, nodded along with a lot of her takes, maybe rolled my eyes at a few. But I still trusted her. I still believed in the version of herself that she presents—the version that’s loud, unfiltered, “honest to a fault,” as she might say. Someone who’s rough around the edges but ultimately good-hearted. Someone who "says what everyone else is thinking." That’s the version she wants you to see.

And for a while, I bought into it. A lot of people do. Especially if you’re neurodivergent, LGBT+, or otherwise looking for a voice that feels like it “gets” you. She markets herself directly to us—those who’ve been overlooked, who’ve been hurt, who want to believe that someone loud and confident must know what they’re talking about.

But once I got inside that server, once I was in her space every day, I saw the real Lily. Not the polished version, not the performance. The person.

It started small. Subtle acts of condescension toward her own viewers. Passive-aggressive remarks she clearly expected people to just “get.” The way she acted offended if someone asked a question she didn’t feel like repeating herself on. That kind of thing. It wasn’t abusive in an overt way at first. But it chipped away at you. It created this atmosphere where you always had to tiptoe around her mood. And if you didn’t? Well, you were either ignored, mocked, or quietly exiled.

What really changed things for me was realizing how much effort she puts into controlling the space around her. That’s what it comes down to. Control. Everything is about control—what people are allowed to say, what kind of questions are allowed, what “tone” you’re supposed to use when addressing her. And the more time you spend in that environment, the more you realize that nothing you say is ever just a question. It’s a potential offense. A potential threat. Every interaction with her is a test you can fail, and she gets to decide the rules.

The incest game folder is when I started going back to old allegations, to posts I’d brushed off as “haters” or “drama.” And suddenly everything clicked. It wasn’t just “cancel culture” or “jealous ex-friends.” These were patterns. These were consistent behaviors. And they matched exactly what I was now seeing firsthand.

That’s when I got out. But that’s also when I realized how dangerous her grip really is.

Because if I’d stayed a casual fan? I wouldn’t have looked any of that up. I wouldn’t have believed the claims. I would’ve kept assuming that anyone who criticized her was just bitter or couldn’t handle a “strong personality.” And that’s what scares me most. How many people are still in that mindset? How many people are still where I was?

That’s why I started documenting. That’s why I made this blog. Not to “get back at her,” not to cause drama. But to lay out the patterns. To name them. To put them in the light. Because they are recognizable—and not just in Lily. The same red flags show up in other online spaces, in other creators, in other parasocial relationships. And if this blog helps even one person get out of a toxic space, or recognize that they’re not crazy for feeling like something’s off? Then it’s worth it.

I do this because I’ve been there. I saw it up close. And I got out. Now I want to help others recognize what I did—before they get pulled in too deep.

This isn’t a callout blog. It’s a flashlight. And I’m just trying to shine it where it’s needed.

[magic-and-moonlit-wings]

"Do you think anyone really cares about where dwarves get their blue dye?" At least two blue pigments are specifically derived from minerals (indigo and cobalt). That's part of why humans had trouble dying stuff blue until relatively recently, because we had to locate, extract, and refine the minerals, then process them into usable dye. Of course the dwarves have blue dye. If anything, they probably have a monopoly on the trade of blue dye, and would consider plant-based blue dye like woad a threat to their business. There's a whole plot there if you want to focus your story on the merchant class, or at least a compelling subplot for some ongoing background tension.

Ways an attack by a human-faced bear can fit into a story:

Local version of a manticore (lion with scorpion tail and human face), to worldbuild a setting with twists on established myths. If it has a humanoid face, can it also mimic a human voice calling for help, to lure travellers off the path?

Establish/confirm that there are dangerous animals in the area. Demonstrate how well- or ill-suited the characters are for dealing with this. Show that your characters are prepared and well-equipped, or overconfident and out of their depth.

(Do they have fantasy bear-spray? Did one of them fall for a scam and bring a charm that was supposed to keep human-faced bears away? Did they mistakenly believe they could talk to it? Could they talk to it, but it wasn't interested in what they had to say? How do they escape or drive it off? What injuries do they suffer, and what first aid are they able to give one another afterwards? Do they need to go to someone else for healing? Who and where?)

If trying to establish "anyone can die", an attack by an animal motivated by hunger or territoriality rather than targeted malevolence can be an effective way to kill off a character without making it look like some outside force is actively targeting the cast.

Give the audience the vicarious adrenaline rush of a monster attack scene or fight scene. Create tension of future attacks. Alternatively, release tension, because after building up fear of getting attacked, it's finally happened. (A story that constantly ramps up the tension with no release risks the audience getting exhausted and no longer caring.)

In a setting where this is the first indication of fantasy/sci-fi, give the audience the mystery of why it's a human-faced bear and not just a bear. Where did it come from? Was it once a normal bear, or human, and something happened? Is it from another world, and ended up on Earth somehow? Is the setting actually a fantasy or alien world, not Earth as we know it? Character reactions will help establish whether this is a dangerous-but-normal animal, or something they also recognize as abnormal.

Uncanny Valley! Unsettle the audience with a monster that looks like it might be a person, but is actually a non-sapient creature. Just because a creature looks part-human doesn't mean it is bound by human social conventions or has the ability to communicate. Good for setting up later wariness towards other apparent "hybrids" like merfolk, harpies, and centaurs - or, if those have previously been encountered as sapient, the non-sapient human-faced bear breaks the pattern, creating danger partly from inaccurate expectations.

Uncanny Valley! Unsettle the audience with a character that appears to be an unintelligent creature, but is actually a person. If sapient, why is it attacking? Establish territory conflict between humans and bear-folk.

Imply/reveal/confirm that a mad scientist or a magic-wielder has been creating human-animal hybrids, either just to see if they could, or to guard a specific area for some purpose. Set up future conflict with this character.

The thesis here, I think, is the "Show Don't Tell" principle. Telling your audience "this forest has human-faced bears in it" will not get the same reaction as "Character was walking through the forest and got attacked by a bear with a human face."

your dark fantasy novel doesn't need a logic-based magic system it needs a bear with a human face

[crispy-art-on-fire]

YOU KNOW I HAVE THE BRAINROT WHEN I AM BRINGING MULTIPLE AUS TO LIFE- ANYWAY PYGMALION AND GALATEA AU. Blitzwing sculpts his ideal man and falls in love with the statue and Optimus comes to life with an allspark fragment as his heart.

Detailed rambling under cut.

So basically to cope with the boredom and chaos of Megatron being dead and Lugnut being a pain Blitzwing decides to indulge in making a statue, his masterpiece. Working on it instead of blowing a fuse and trying to kill Lugnut. Eventually he begins to talk to it, complaining about his day and arguing with himself. They know it's purely just sounding their ideas out and an outlet for the things they cannot say to anyone else.

But then it stops being just that and Blitzwing begins to seeing Optimus as a person, someone listening to him. He anthropomorphizes Optimus and begins to seek comfort from him, he falls in love with something that cannot love him back. Beginning to fantasize about what if Optimus was real.

Then plot happens and the allspark is fractured. One of the shards burrowing deep into Optimus and so bringing life to him. Optimus remembers everything Blitzwing told him and so decides to try to help him: To attack the Autobots.

(In this au the leader of the repair team is Sentinel Prime after he got demoted for breaking the rules and causing Elita-1 to be lost.)

This misadventure ends pretty well after they get over the scare of being attacked by an Optimus who doesn't know how to emote and basically has to consciously remember "oh I can talk now." In that Optimus also doesn't really have any ideas of his own and can be easily convinced to not fight them once given 1 reason not to. The deepest core of his being is that he wants to do good in its purest form.

So meanwhile Optimus is off learning that being alive is beautiful and fun Blitzwing is freaking out. Their coping statue is gone and while they first suspect Lugnut of finally destroying it the idea of Optimus having walked off himself pops into their mind and oh they simply must investigate. Turns out yes! Their imaginary boyfriend is alive now and that might be the most exciting scariest thing ever.

Blitzwing brings Optimus back to the Decepticon base and he is officially on the team but not really. This is where the two actually get to know each other because Blitzwing knows nothing about Optimus except that they love him more than anything and Optimus knows everything about Blitzwing but doesn't know his own feelings. It's awkward, it's cute, Blitzwing is the most overprotective guy ever which might be the only reason why it takes so long for the Decepticons to realize that Optimus is very bad at being bad.

The breaking point being Optimus not being able to handle it anymore tries to break Professor Sumdac out and getting caught. Blitzwing as his creator gets the responsibility to execute him but once bringing Optimus to an isolated area cannot bring himself to do it. Faking taking the shot and telling Optimus to leave and never come back. Optimus does, thanking Blitzwing before he goes.

Optimus officially joins the Autobots. And he might trying to do right but having been around only Decepticons for most his existence makes it so easy to do things that make everyone look at him like he's a monster. It takes a while for either to get used to each other.

Blitzwing is doing Great he is doing So Fine in that he doesn't have a breakdown immediately. He created something to pour his feelings into and then it came alive and rejected him. Issues! But they still love Optimus and it feels like a curse they way they need to know him and what has become of him.

In moments of weakness they meet, for Optimus to talk and Blitzwing to listen. With no one else to rely on or share his newfound thoughts Optimus shares it with Blitzwing knowing that they want all of him and he cannot want them back.

ITS ABOUT THE YEARNING. THEY NEED TO SUFFER.

[heechwe]

sunghoon + 5 😋 Congrats on 3k btw!!!!

thank you lovely!! i put my whole ass into this one omg

𐔌 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐧 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵 + 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𐦯 — dilf!sunghoon can't help himself from sending you a few photos when he's away on a work trip. it's so easy to slip his phone down where his underwear rests to show how much he misses you. you're taken aback, to say the least. just a few hours ago you were sending him photos of the macaroni art your two children made before bed, and now he's asking you to spread your legs for him. he's a demanding man, but he must be incredibly needy right now to be sending you this when he could be out at dinner with the executives he's playing prim and proper for. you should make it worth his while, so you do.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝟑𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

𐔌 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𐦯 જ⁀➴ 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌

"You really want Mommy bad, don't you baby?" You make a show of slipping your panties past down your hips, your glistening pussy and your naked breasts on full display in the webcam of your laptop's view. Sunghoon still has his phone in his hand, but you can tell from the trembling of the camera that he's wrestling to stay composed with his dick in his hand.

Sunghoon has to be thrusting into his palm with abandon already. A sheen of sweat coats his forehead, the mutual texts of foreplay working him up to a cruel degree that he can't fight his urges now. He's eager, biting down so hard on his bottom lip you think the skin may split.

"Yes, yes, you know I do. If I was there I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you, Mommy," he confesses, your pet name leaving his mouth like a prayer. He's grateful for you every day—his goddess, mother of his children, the one who knows exactly what he needs to fall apart.

Most nights, he's the one calling the shots and telling you exactly what to do, and you're more than willing to manage his demands. But right now, you're in control because he's at your beck and call. The only reason he's able to get off right now is because you answered the phone. You want him to, because you love him so much.

When he sees your fingers plunge inside of your cunt, he thinks he might come from that sight alone. But he's no longer the impatient teenager he once was when you both met. He's older, wiser, but still enamoured in a way that defies rationality.

"You know I'd let you touch me wherever you want, my love. Taste whatever you want. Put me in any position," you say finally, your voice breathy as you add another finger to your heat, lost in Sunghoon's groans and your own pleasure. You ride your hand like it's Sunghoon below you, bouncing up and down on the digits like you would his cock if he were there to fill you up instead. And you know he knows that's what you're picturing.

"Fuck, Mommy, I'm gonna come," Sunghoon warns, his voice gravely as he yanks down on the skin of his cock tighter, thrusts into his hand harder, and you can't let the poor man wait any longer. Not when you're also so close to letting go yourself.

"Do it, baby. Come like you're doing it inside of me," you say right before you're blinded by white hot pleasure. He whimpers as he lets go, his hand and the lower half of his stomach covered in cum as he releases completely. He's so spent by the time he's done, he barely registers that you're also collapsed on the bed, fingers drenched in your arousal.

"Clean up your mess, Mommy," Sunghoon whispers, his dominating nature coming back to the forefront. He thought he couldn't get hard again so soon, but then he watches you take your three shining fingers into your mouth, sucking like it's him, and he knows he may need to extend the call for a little longer than he intended.

@gyubakeries @loserlvrss @jjunberry @frenchkisstheabyss @prkhaven @tinycatharsis @fangel @aaa-sia @yvnempire @addictedtohobi @innocygnet @filmnings @lovetaroandtaemin @xylatox @dawngyu

[wlwsoccerfics]

There must be a way(Mary EarpsXKidReader)

A/N: i switched it up a Little, so it was gonna be easier to write.

Warning:Reader has CP, angst is very much present, Talks about bullying

Summary: you want to Play soccer like your Mom and her Team but you have struggles cause you have CP. Or at least want to try it.

You watched your mama practice at England Camp, sitting on a bench. Sighing softly to yourself. You wanted to play as well. But you wore leg braces cause of your CP. You were quite frustrated at the moment. The fact that you currently were 12 years old and a preteen didn't help at all with your mood. You didn't have to wear the braces all the time anymore like when you were Younger but you knew you could never be like your Mom or your aunties Tooney and Lessi.

Hannah is walking over to you, sitting down next to you. She had noticed you had been acting different from your usual self since you had arrived at Camp with your Mom yesterday.

"you okay, Kid?" Hannah asked. You shook your head no.

"not really, this sucks. I am never gonna be able to play football like you guys do. And that's all i really want." You admitted. Sniffling softly. Quickly wiping away a single tear.

"i am sorry that you got dealed those cards. It must be really hard." Hannah stated.

"i get bullied at school. People call me Forrest Gump!" You explained. Hannah was quite shocked to hear that.

"y/n...you know those people are stupid for saying stuff like that? You are amazing just the way you are!" Hannah told you.

"thanks, but that doesn't feel like it! I just want to play like you guys do and be normal for a bit!" You answered.

"normal is boring, you know?" Grace said and sat down next to you.

"i agree with Grace!" Hannah replied.

"what's going on here?" Your Mom Mary asked when she approached your little group.

"i want to Play football and be more like you. Not getting called names like 'Forrest Gump' or 'weird legs'. It's frustrating." You explained. This all was new information for your Mom. Which you just realized that you forgot to tell her this. Biting down on your bottom lip.

"y/n, why didn't you tell me about you getting bullied?" Your Mom asked. Kneeling down in front of you. Placing a Hand on your knee.

"...i didn't want to worry you!" You admitted.

"Love, you are my daughter. I am always gonna worry about you!" Your Mom said.

Later that day you were working on a Powerpoint you had to do for school. so you were upstairs in the room you shared with your Mom. While she was downstairs in the gaming room with Leah, Hannah , Millie B. and Chloe . Hannah and your Mom have explained to the others what's been going on.

"she does have great Hand eye coordination. So maybe we can try give her Goalkeeper practice. And she can work with the Physical therapist here. Some people with CP can actually Play Sports and maybe that the was for her." Hannah suggested.

"she has gotten so far with her walking and soon is getting her Leg braces off. We gonna try it without them. How long she can keep herself on her feet. So this might be worth a try!" Your Mom admitted.

"we just all have be there for her so she knows how loved she is. She has always been our little lionesses lucky Charm." Leah answered.

"maybe we should organize a Football Tournament for Kids and Teens with CP in the future." Millie B. said.

"that's actually a good Idea." Chloe told them.

Your Mom came to you after that talk and told you what they had planned. Leah had already talked to the Physio.

"so what do you think about it? Would you want to try and be a Goalkeeper? You don't have to Run so much but you have to be able to stand for a long period of time." Your Mom said.

"yes i want to push myself to my limits and see if i can be decent or at least i can say i got to try it out and feel normal." You explained. Smiling a bit.

"then we will start tomorrow. Today you have a Session with the physical therapist though." Mady said. You hugged your mom.

"thank you, Mom. This means alot to me!" You let her know. You also had a talk about possibly doing online classes all the time so you didn't have to Deal with the bullies!

You had physical therapy. Working on the basics. Physical therapy was always Part of your life. But this was making more fun then it did usually.

The next morning you started with Goalkeeping practice. You had your braces on. Getting the ball thrown into your arms to see how good you could stand when you would have to catch something. It was actually so much fun for you. It was hard but somehow you never got frustrated that day. the Others Girls and your Mom kept pushing you to continue with hyping you up. It was gonna be a long way but at least someone was giving you a Chance. Even If you would end up not being able to do it. And no one was making fun of you. Which was amazing.

[bnhaobservation]

Overall, do you think Tomura is a well written character? And a well written main Villain?

Honestly the only criticism I have against him is that he doesn’t seem the threat the story portrays him as, but that’s really on Horikoshi and his refusal to let the Heroes face some long lasting consequences.

But, for real, I think Horikoshi’s decision to go with such an unconventional antagonist was his strongest card, both in originality and thematically. (Until he blew it).

I have seen people complain that Nine was a better Hero to the Villains, as he had an established, coherent goal from the start and was stable enough to actually pursue it, but for me Tomura’s madness and instability, his pain and raw anger, are much more compelling.

All of who he is is a manifesto of what happens to people who are discarded by society.

He’s a victim who won’t let what happened to him go, everyone will pay and see the consequences of his suffering. His untreated trauma and its effects, both for him and the environment around him, aren’t softened in any way.

However, he’s also shown to be able of improvement and change through the bonds he formed with the league. He had a sincere desire to make them justice hidden under the lump of hatred and sadness. But, (as much as I hate the whole afo/ofa psychic connection), he wouldn’t have ever seen his own growth and humanity without the hero who tried to save him, Deku. (Can’t believe I’m giving Deku credit.)

Nine, or someone more like him, could have never represented such a middle ground, because Nine was already able to save himself and others. Nine didn’t need society or a hero to help him, therefore society was not in need to be challenged to improve and become more inclusive.

Tomura learned to express real, heartfelt criticism of hero society, but that didn’t dismiss the need for heroes to save him from himself and his abuser.

He established valid thematic points without dismissing the heroes’ role in helping out victims, even the bad ones. He was perfect for the point MHA was making (or pretending to make).

But I don’t know, what do you think?

Sorry for answering you so late but not only I was away form home but, as usual, I planned for a short reply and ended up writing a long post analyzing Tomura.

Sorry about this but I should probably admit I do love Tomura so I’ve tried extra hard to be impartial, listing his good points and the flaws.

LET’S TALK ABOUT CHARACTERIZATION

For me the final idea behind Tomura’s character is great, he’s basically the mirror image of the main character, down to the red shoes. Both he and Midoriya start out Quirkless (Midoriya is born as such, Tenko had his own stolen). Midoriya is bullied outside his house but his mother loves him, Tenko has friends outside his house but his father makes said house unsafe. Then someone gives them a Quirk (that destroys Tenko’s family and Midoriya’s body) and offers to mentor them. Unluckily for Tenko it’s AFO while for Midoriya it’s All Might so Midoriya gets to have his ‘Hero story’ in which his actions inspire All Might to act, where Tenko murders his whole family.

And the two grow and Tenko is taught the downside/dark side of the Hero world, while Midoriya enrolls in U.A. high and learns of the bright side of it and then the two clash and Midoriya learns Hero society isn’t as perfect as he believes but decides to save Tenko, basically wanting to teach him the upside/light side of the Hero world.

This is the basic idea behind the two and it’s VERY GOOD.

Tenko/Tomura is perfect as a foil to Midoriya, he’s even given companions that match/mirror Midoriya’s friends: obviously Touya/Shouto, Himiko/Uraraka but, in a way, also Kurogiri/Bakugou (relationship from childhood) and if you really wants to pull things Atsuhiro/Iida (the families shaping them), Shuuichi/Shouji (the Heteromorph drama) and Jin/Aoyama (the betrayal plot). As you can see each of them has a point of similitude that however goes opposite to the other, same as Tomura and Midoriya.

Tenko/Tomura is given an intriguing backstory, an evolution, flaws, companions, a mentor figure, a starting point, an inner research for a goal that’s more than just ‘I’m evil’, an evolution and an end.

All this is very, very good.

What’s not so good is how the story handles all this.

Tomura’s evolution and inner world don’t get enough screentime.

In the first part he’s a certain kind of person that threatened Kurogiri, didn’t care for the Villains who carried with himself at the USJ and would have murdered Touya and Himiko because they annoyed him. Having a talk with Midoriya is a good idea to start to change him… but sadly despite Midoriya having PLENTY of screentime, the talk doesn’t equally affect Midoriya (why should we care? Because it would be important to have them affect each other instead while Midoriya does ask to All Might if there was someone he couldn’t save, this doesn’t really change his approach to things much).

Still, like Midoriya as a Hero, he’s not really much of a Villain (even though the police and the Heroes make an overly big deal of him) but it fits, because as Midoriya’s foil he can’t be too good.

Then we have the ‘Forest Training Camp’ arc and the ‘Hideout raid’ arc. Tomura somehow decides to put Touya in charge and target Bakugou. The story doesn’t explain how he came to the decision Touya was the one more fitting to lead the team which is a flaw in writing because all of sudden he considers the League his comrades and somehow it will be implied he knows their backstories (except maybe Touya’s) as he’ll claim each of them have suffered.

The story doesn’t even quite goes on why he wants Bakugou, does he see him as a fellow victim or just as an useful pawn to attack Hero society? Is he trying to be a manipulator solely for his own convenience or he’s genuinely trying to offer Bakugou a way out from a society that would chain and muzzle him?

Each one can have their own theory but the point is the story doesn’t really tell us what he felt for Bakugou and when they’ll confront again he’ll claim he lost interest in him… but he’s possessed by AFO so who knows.

All those plot/characterization holes are here because Tomura will move to his… ‘next stage’.

After AFO is jailed Tomura is characterized as someone who cares for the League. They’re now “friends”, “companions”, “allies” or, to use the word he uses ‘nakama’ (仲間), which is a word that implies a stronger bond that casual friends, they’re friends and colleagues/allies, they share with him something. He tolerates their weird behaviors, he wants to avenge Magne, he doesn’t mind if Himiko points her knife at his throat. I love this characterization and we can of course assume this is the natural evolution of him losing AFO and having to spend time with them so he grew close to them (as h e shows no care for Muscular, Moonfish, Mustard), but the story doesn’t portray this, it just jumps from a point to the other.

Kurogiri is whisked away by the plot, so that we can’t see their relation evolve.

Tomura though, is very interesting and promising as he deals with Overhaul, but also totally different from how he was before, he stays calm, he doesn’t get upset with Jin, he tries to protect the League, first telling Atsuhiro to wait, then jumping on the battleground when he doesn’t. Later he’ll negotiate with Overhaul calmly getting info out of him and sets up a way for them to take advantage of him. Ultimately he’ll destroy Overhaul and steals his bullets.

It’s a completely different Tomura if we compare him to the one who would throw a tantrum when things didn’t go his way, be it when All Might got in advantage, when he interacted with Stain or when Touya annoyed him. It’s a great Tomura and yes, as said before he could have changed naturally due to losing his mentor but… the story just change him without exploring the transition.

This is bad and sadly a recurring problem in the story. Characters change and WHY they did so isn’t explored or it is explored only vaguely so that it feels as if their character is retconned.

Now, people can change. They won’t do it overnight as it’s a pretty difficult process.

In theory times went by so yes, Tomura could change and his change would make sense and I can construct an (I hope) good argument on why he went toward this direction… but as the slow shift isn’t represented in any way, it might feel an abrupt shift to a reader.

The new Tomura block starts with ‘My Villain academia’, which more or less continues the new characterization of Tomura as someone who cares about his friends but also as someone who knows how to be a leader, making it even more marked. In fact he puts up with Shuuichi’s criticism, he goes to rescue Giran, he promises the League they can get what they want, he lets Touya free to do as he prefers, he opens up about his past, he handles Garaki and Re-Destro without losing it, gaining a commanding presence, he doesn’t coldly murder Re-Destro and his allies but becomes their ruler, he remembers what the League wanted to eat…

The change is now less abrupt compared to previously, it actually comes as a more smooth evolution of his character, plus the story gives him drama, finally revealing his past and helps us make sense of his motive.

In fact Tomura’s motive is now more ‘his own motive’, he has a target, he has decided to destroy all he hates so as to free himself from the weight in his heart where before, with his claiming he wanted to question society and that was it, he seemed to have less of an aim and just parrot AFO’s teachings.

All this is good and interesting to me, on the other side, Horikoshi never develop Tomura’s relation with Machia or with the Meta Liberation Army so it feels like he’s just using them and this is not so great. Credits when it’s due there wasn’t much time to explore it, as Tomura soon ends up in Garaki’s lab but it still feels a wasted chance considering in the end he’ll claim he wants to be ‘a Hero for the Villains’.

Again, the readers can try and connect things but the story doesn’t bother. Tomura gets a last moment of glory when he wakes up and fight the Heroes. He’s great in his characterization, the way he takes care of the League, of how he spares the High Ends so that they can use them, how he interacts with the Heroes, how he explains them the difference between Heroes and Villains, how when Midoriya complains he won’t forgive him, he calmly answers he won’t forgive them either, how he tries to resist to AFO’s possession, at first in a friendly way only to change tone when he realizes AFO has been using him, that’s a great Tomura.

Then he gets possessed and possessed Tomura is nowhere as interesting as we don’t get him react to anything that’s going on (Twice’s death, Touya’s revelation, Atsuhiro and Machia being arrested and so on…). Credits when it’s due, the story hardly focuses on the League at this point because the new antagonist is AFO and his band of merry escaped convicts/assassins.

Tomura ‘comes back’ for the battle with Midoriya. They don’t really talk much. Tomura has some good moments of characterization but, for being a moment I had long awaited, it mostly managed to disappoint me and it comes with characterization downsides too.

I tend to think at that point Horikoshi really wanted to end the manga and that was a huge part of the problem but I might be wrong. It’s fitting he feels suicidal in the way he attacks, I liked his monologue with Midoriya in the OFA space and, later, that’s nice he cares about Shuuichi but what about everything else? The fact he gets again possessed and psychologically shattered but no, he’s saved by Nana but he doesn’t get a meaningful talk with her or All Might and he’s fine entrusting everything to Midoriya when he first said the Villains needed a Hero… as if he thinks Midoriya can be a Hero for the Villains too… honestly doesn’t work well for me. Again the evolution feels forced, jumpy, Horikoshi wants him to say something and so he complies.

So, on the long run, Tomura’s characterization (as far as I’m involved) has up and downs that other Villains don’t have because they get less screentime so Horikoshi sticks to just a characterization for them.

It’s still an interesting characterization, one that could have been amazing if Horikoshi had just taken care to smoother some transitions and one I love even if I’m the one who has to do the work to connect the dots.

LET’S TALK ABOUT HIS GOAL

At first Tomura’s goal is hard to understand.

When facing All Might he claims he’s angry because both Heroes and Villains thrive on violence but they’re still categorized in good and evil, All Might is called a symbol of peace but he’s just a tool for violence made to keep Villains down, however violence can only breed more violence and he plans to show it by killing All Might. [Chap. 19] All Might shoots his motive down claiming he’s not an idealist but someone who’s enjoying himself, which Tomura confirms. All Might will later call him a man-child.

When he confronts himself with Stain he summarizes his goal is ‘kill All Might and all he doesn’t like’ [Chap. 47] which leads Stain to label him as a temper tantrum kid claiming he has bloodlust without conviction. Pressured by Stain, Tomura insists he has no conviction but he’s still driven by All Might and the society that worship him and that he wants to crush, so that can be his conviction. Stain is impressed and agrees they’ve in common the wish to destroy the status quo and that Tomura actually has a seed of conviction. [Chap. 49]

Tomura is not quite sure, when wandering before meeting Midoriya he insists he and the Hero Killer were just ‘destroying the things they hate’ and, talking with Midoriya he claims he hates everyone and everything. His words also hint he’s upset society isn’t noticing him but they’re focusing on Stain. After his talk with Midoriya though, his mind clears up even though is explanation isn’t so clear. He claims he’s angry at Stain and Midoriya and at society because they’re all thinking about All Might, smiling wide and thinking there’s no one All Might can’t save while, at the same time, remembering how All Might didn’t save him. Moments later he’ll claim he’ll create a world without All Might and cause enough destruction to show everyone how fragile their justice really is. [Chap. 69]

When facing Bakugou he observes how everyone is giving a hard time to Heroes because their job is to protect people but they did too little, too late and  screwed up, but everyone can do it yet people expects them to be perfect. He then claims his war is based on a few simple questions: ‘What is a Hero? What is justice? Is this what society’s really supposed to be like?’ He also points out that all in the League have different stories but they’ve all suffered thanks to other people, to rules and to heroes and felt suffocated. [Chap. 85] Tomura is pointing out society is, in a way, reacting like him. The Heroes failed to save them and they turned against the Heroes, he’s NOT different from them and they’re not different from him. It’s just that they’re so stuck on how Heroes are perfect they don’t think Heroes can fail and create people like him, but have Heroes fail them and they turn against Heroes just the same as him. And this is what Tomura wants, he wants them to feel his own desperation, he wants them to notice he’s desperate and needed help and no one helped him.

When confronting Overhaul, he claims he’s collecting people to annihilate the Hero society and the latter scolds him about Tomura not having a plan, not knowing what to do once he has expanded, how to use the people under him. [Chap. 125] The two of course couldn’t be more different, as Overhaul wants to profit from the destruction of Hero society, while Tomura doesn’t. He’s not in for the money. In the following confrontation with Overhaul he’ll agree to join him as long as they won’t work under him as they’ll do what they want, when and how they want.

When confronting Garaki Tomura defines his goal better. He claims he can’t remember his past but he feels his rage boil when he wears his hands… and we’re starting to get better hints about how Tomura’s ‘rage’ is a cover, a reaction, a copying mechanism to Tomura’s suffering, to his trauma of killing his family, to how he wasn’t helped, no Hero coming to save him, how he was abandoned, people not caring about his misery until AFO found him. AFO called it frustration, rage, but it’s actually trauma and pain. Tomura concluded he’ll never feel good again, even if society comes crashing down, even if I rise to rule the underworld, the weight in his heart is never going to go away so he hates everything and wants to destroy everything, thinking this will lead him to a beautiful horizon. It’s at the same time a desperate attempt at destroying what pains him and a request for help, or, at least, a request to be understood because if everyone is miserable like him, his situation will then be ‘normal’. [Chap. 222] At the same time though, he won’t deny his allies the chance to get what they want.

Re-Destro will also question him, asking him what burdens he bears and what does he seeks to build, as all he can see is a hollow man who creates nothing and indulge in destruction. [Chap. 234] Tomura will agree with him that all he can do is destroy. [Chap. 235] He then will claim he views the future (for himself) as unnecessary but he wants the League to live as they see fit [Chap. 237]

Then we’ve Tomura answering to Endeavor who claims he can gather all the power he likes but without ideals, Tomura’s hollow destruction won’t bring down the Heroes. At this Tomura answers his father told him that Heroes hurt their own families just to help complete strangers. He then points out how he always had ideals and explains how Heroes pretended to be society’s guardians, but also how they pretended not to see those they couldn’t protect, sweeping their pain under the rugs, tainting everything they have built, so their system is rotten from inside. It built up little by little, they’ve the common trash dependent on being protected and the brave guardians who created the trash that needs coddling in a corrupt, vicious circle. Tomura claims everything he has witnessed, the whole system they have bult has always rejected him so he’ll reject it too and that’s why he destroy, why he took power for himself. He doesn’t care if they don’t understand, this is what makes them Heroes and Villains. [Chap. 280/281] There’s a tiny bit that I like to consider part of Tomura’s mindset. Midoriya jumps on him (after Tomura has hit Gran Torino) claiming he won’t forgive him and Tomura answer back he won’t forgive anyone either.

The story also begins to imply Tomura wants to destroy all that comes from his birth house. [Chap. 292]

Later Tomura will remind Midoriya they won’t sit down for a chat as he’s his Villain [Chap. 378] which hints at how he gave up on being understood by Heroes. He’s a Villain to them, that’s all there is. Then he’ll claim his heart isn’t wavering and that everything he witnessed in the world lead to the existence of ‘that house’ (as his family house) so as Shigaraki Tomura and Shimura Tenko he only has one hope, to destroy everything connected to that house and that’s the only thing that’s going to save him. [Chap. 379] As Shigaraki himself is connected to that house, this is also a suicidal declaration.

The last bit we have is inside Tomura’s mindscape. Tomura insists the destruction of his family was his own choice because otherwise why does he has such hands? In case someone forgot about it, people connects Quirks with character, even Re-Destro did claim Tomura was only capable of destroying. To cope with what happened, which, at the beginning, HE CLEARLY DIDN’T DO ON PURPOSE (he was actually freaked out and scared and it was only because his father rejected him that he connected the dots that it was him causing destruction and killed his father) he decided it happened due to his own will and used rage as a copying mechanism to deal with his grief. No one helped him and this made matters worse. Tomura accepted being a Villain because society cut him out from its circle and, at the same time, the fact he was a Villain, gave him another group. He couldn’t be All Might, he couldn’t be a Hero for society, but he can be a Hero for the people like him, Villains who were chased out of society and are miserable and rejected. All Tomura has his his pain covered up by his hatred but even if his hatred were to be taken away from him and he were to end up hollow, the ‘Villains’ (aka the people society crushed), needs him to be a Hero for them so he wouldn’t stop because THEY are ‘his society’ a society that stands opposed to Midoriya’s. [Chap. 418]

So where all this leads us?

Tomura is pretty solid in his motive/goal, even if, at the start, he doesn’t know how to verbalize it well. Hero society destroyed him. It twisted his father, it didn’t save Tenko, made Tenko a Villain unworthy of their help (as in refused to help him when he wandered through the city, which Tenko interpreted as rejection due to what he caused to his family), it let him fall prey of AFO so that ultimately Tenko accepted/embraced being a Villain, being Shigaraki Tomura. Society hurt him, it continues to hurt him by merely existing and not caring about him and, in the same way as Midoriya can’t forgive him for hurting the people he cared about Tomura can’t forgive society for hurting him. Tomura knows destroying society WON’T FIX HIM, it won’t make him happy, but it’ll stop extra pain to be thrown at him… or at the other people who are with him which society labels as ‘Villains’. While he doesn’t believe he can be happy destroying everything, himself included, he thinks they might have a chance.

It’s a good motive and one that’s not so common for an antagonist/Villain.

LET’S TALK ABOUT WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A VILLAIN

In the story all it takes is to use your Quirk unauthorized, generally to commit a crime so I think we should probably dig in him being a danger.

Tomura is a work in progress, same as Midoriya, he grows in his Villain role, even though the police makes a big deal of his right from the start. During the war he has gained power and a army and he’s VERY, VERY dangerous.

He’s also someone who plans to destroy society, in the sense he’ll shatter its beliefs in Heroes, it’s faith, so yes, he is a great Villain by the end.

Some think a Villain has solely to be evil, someone who takes pleasure in hurting you, someone you want to see murdered, but I’m not of that group, for me that sort of Villains were the ones of child tales, like the evil witch of Snowcone, the bad wolf of Red riding hood. Different tastes, I guess.

I do like how Tomura is a person, a person society destroyed because originally Tomura wanted to be like All Might and then things went wrong and he became a Villain because ‘all it takes is a single bad day’ (actually a series of bad days in his case but you get what I mean). I like the idea what happened to Tomura could have happened to everyone had they gone through what he went through.

To me it makes him more scary exactly because he isn’t the guy born evil, he’s the guy who was born just fine like any of us but then life twisted him. He’s the warning we can become like him, that we can create him by causing someone to go through what he went through.

And yet Tomura remains human, because even though what he does is terrible, in the end he’s not a monster, he’s just a human like us.

LET’S TALK ABOUT TOMURA AND NINE

The two are similar yet different.

In the short stories its implied Nine knew pain and viewed his men as comrades same as Tomura. However Nine has a Darwinistic idea of how society has to be, with him at the top and strong Quirk users below him but still high in power. This doesn’t necessarily means Villains, Endeavor and All Might have strong Quirks themselves… though of course they wouldn’t agree with Nine’s plan, which will likely set them up for elimination. Nine’s idea is similar to the one of Re-Destro. This means Villains like Spinner, who aren’t lions, don’t have a place in Nine’s project.

On the other side Tomura wants to include in his project all of those who are mistreated by society, strong Quirk or not but his idea of ‘mistreating’ seems rather broad. However Tomura is more of an anarchic, he plans to destroy society but not to rule it, and, as I said in another post, anarchy tends to have short life. Someone will come and take the reins of what Tomura left behind.

Now that someone might have learnt the lesson and create a better society… or he could just be Re-Destro or one of his affiliates and create a different kind of superpower society that still will mistreat someone else.

In itself there’s no such thing as ‘perfect society’, because there are not perfect people.

So there’s not really between them a ‘better Hero for the Villains’ because they’ll go at it differently. Nine plans to rule society, so he’ll be around maintaining his rule, which however will benefit only a certain kind of Villains.

Tomura believes his actions will benefit all the Villains which mistreated by society but doesn’t plan to be around to ensure things will go well AFTERWARD and, even if he were to survive, he thinks his role is merely to destroy what would oppress them.

There’s also something else to say… Nine seems older than Tomura, and he wasn’t kept immature, isolated from people and manipulated like Tomura was at the start. It makes sense he has a better idea of what he wants (especially because in a movie you can’t give him the time to clear his mind), one Tomura will reach with time.

Everything else is a matter of preference.

Even in the Hero camp there’s who prefer Midoriya and who instead thinks Haimawari (the main character from Vigilantes) should have been the main character of BNHA because he’s a better protagonist. At each his own.

To sum it up, yeah, I do think Tomura is a good character (but he could have been better had Horikoshi paid him more care) and a good Villain who can be a Hero for the Villains but that’s just me. If someone prefers Nine to Tomura, that’s fine.

Thanks for your ask and sorry for the late and long reply!

[wings-of-ink]

Checking in - Author Updates - Quick Poll

Hello all! I hope you are all doing well!

I wanted to check-in. I don't have a ton to say on development, just wanted to keep you in the loop on where I am at personally since it tends to affect production speed. I also have a question for you at the bottom.

As I've posted about before, this year has brought about some challenges for me. There aren't a ton of good developments on that front, and my job is being...difficult. The (technical) good news is that I am still employed, but some days I wish I weren't. (I'd much rather be writing IFs, lol.) There is still uncertainty about the future of my job because it is at the mercy of the whims of my government. But what is more pressing currently is that my employer has opted to treat its employees worse (let me tell you, this is a feat because they've never really treated us well), by making our lives and jobs harder. I've made some "worst-case scenario" plans to prepare, so I'm just getting by one day at a time. Oh...and I also have needed to work overtime again, so that's another time suck there. Ugh. In May, I'm taking a couple days of off for me to rest.

In more recent news, I am doing physical therapy...yippy! In recent months I have struggled with my right shoulder. I assumed it was one of those "you're in your late 30s" pains, and I just dealt with it. Don't do that, by the way. I have a very bad habit of just doing with little regard for pain and discomfort. But, it got difficult to hug without pain, and nothing messes with my huggin'. We really don't know what is wrong with my shoulder/arm, but I'm doing virtual (oooh shiny) PT (not the Silent Hill variety) to hopefully correct the issue. If I don't see results, I will need expensive tests and scans. No worries currently, though, I don't think this will slow me down much at all. I can still write and I don't experience any discomfort when I do.

I'm also still working on a coding class, which is self-paced, but I'm sticking to a lesson schedule to make sure I get it done. I would really love to be able to make improvements of my own to GC or even make my own Twine Template someday.

So, in more fun development news, Chapter 6 is growing steadily. And so is Chapter 5, technically. If you missed it, check out this Tumblr ask where I talk a bit about that. The ask and answer contain some slight spoilers for Ch 5 & 6, but nothing too specific.

Chapter 5 is up by a bit over 1500 words, if you're curious, and Chapter 6 is up to over 69k words. I am wrapping up a big moment for Zahn, which might be a bit heavy. After that, there's a more fun moment, which will present a few coding challenges for me, but I'm looking forward to it. *rubs hands together like housefly*

Finally, I have a question for subscribers or those who may want to sub in the future. I find myself wondering what else to post about at times. Especially when I have inordinately busy weeks, I just can't think of things that you may want to see other than peeks at the chapter. I sincerely wish I had more time to add more projects. I have so many ideas kicking around in my head...

So, I was wondering if you were interested in seeing things other than God-Cursed that I have worked on. These would be things that may or may not become much of anything later, so I wasn't sure if there would be much pull to see them (or if it would just be a cruel tease, lol). I have an incomplete IF that I did to help me learn Twine a couple of years ago. I used it to just get acquainted because I am very much a hands-on learner. It's a humorous and simple story (loosely) based on an actual time in my personal life. I have debated about finishing it. I have a couple of others as well where I was playing with a story idea to see how it felt. I also have a complete romance novel which I am slowly editing for publication.

Patreon, Ko-fi links if you want them.

So that's all for me. If anything big happens, I will let you know! ^_^

Take care, everyone!

~Lunan

[bougiebutchbinch]

clicked on ur blog from the awesome surgical theatre post and saw that u don't practice as much now adays bc of disabilities! if u ever want to write about it, i'd be interested in hearing what it's like to be disabled in the healthcare field bc i don't see it being feasible for me but it's lowkey a dream

Healthcare is honestly an AMAZING career!

For... some disabilities.

If you're autistic and have adhd but aren't SUPER sensitive to Lots Of Sensory Stimuli (it is. very noisy. and very bright. and everything stinks) it is the best field I have ever found for getting into the hyperfocus zone while also flitting between a million tasks at once!

But on the physical side... it's gruelling, ngl.

I have a million Reasonable Adjustments in place. Half the time they get ignored because of understaffing, and I have to put my own very fragile body at risk to help patients. That's entirely because of shitty management, but I've heard it's a pretty endemic problem.

Also because of understaffing, if you have a lot of sick days, it's a problem. It shouldn't be your problem, but it winds up being that - again, because of shitty management.

I'm very, very lucky in that I am incredibly driven to do the ridiculous necessary amounts of physio/take all my meds/do everything 'right' as a patient. It's kept me working in the field far longer than I would've been able to, but it's also Very Fucking Difficult and does require, for want of a better word, a grindset.

I have a specific five-year plan that will get me into what is essentially a desk job, but where I can still make all the diagnoses (and hopefully still have some patient communication T^T) that I love. I've been told by my specialists that I might not even have five years where I'm able to walk even at a stagger and use my arms, but uhhhh. We'll worry about that when we get to it, lol.

If all else fails, I will become The Enemy (a manager) and pray that the hospital I'm moving to is more accessible to staff than my current one. Where the managers' officers are all up a steep flight of stairs and you literally cannot reach them by lift. Because fuck disabled people I guess.

All in all: yolo attitude mixed with reasonable expectations and strong ambitions/drive will get you far! But like. It's difficult. Really fucking difficult. I won't lie. I don't regret it, and I genuinely LOVE working in healthcare - it energises me and I have a passion for it that I've never felt for anything else except writing!

But if you're considering this career as a disabled person, I think you need to be very realistic with yourself regarding not just your own physical capabilities, but what reasonable adjustments will actually be put in place and how management will try and skirt around them. Shit sucks but it's reality, and at the end of the day, the patients are your priority.

You shouldn't be put in a position where you have to choose between your health and theirs, but you might be. What decision would you make in that scenario? I think that's a good question to ask yourself, before you take the plunge!

[robotmechagirl]

Went to my first queer bar last night. Amazing to see so many other queer people there. Bit overwhelming though with all the flashing lights, the loudness, and immediately getting swarmed with people wanting to talk with me as soon as I entered the place. I am extraverted, but not built to deal with that many people at once before even getting my bearings.

Still though, I did enjoy the conversations and learning about other queer events happening in town. Thanks to the guy and his sister that let me play darts with them. My TMA brain couldn't help but be amused at the lightning tatoo on the neck and face of the guy because I kept thinking "Ex Altiora". I stayed until around midnight when I realized there was no one even close to my age, that I wanted to chat with, anymore.

Today's nausea, even from drinking very little, is a reminder to me that I absolutely loathe myself drinking, and never want to again. Am also feeling the sting from where my ankles were bleeding from my shoes. I went to enjoy the queer space and make connections, which I did, but I had also kinda been hopin' to not go home alone. I was a victim of my own success and lack of being able to establish boundaries and struck out last night lol.

Despite my willingness to enjoy my alone time, and my disinterest in romantic or sexual relationships, I find that my body betrays me. I end up entertaing people I shouldn't because my brain shuts down and I lose my more sensible self. I don't really like or understand that. I don't like the randomness of potential suitors when I go outside, because I can be so easily pushed into doing things I'm not comfortable with and because I turn into almost a different person.

I decided to try a dating app instead so I could have a little more control over my options and some distance to clear my head enough to make safer decisions. I love that I live in a more populated area, with more diversity, because I got about a dozen different matches in less than 5 minutes, all within a reasonable distance from me. Last time I tried to use a dating app, everyone was 2 or more hours of driving away from me and it got too expensive to go on dates because of gas.

It feels weird sharing this much about myself and my thinking. I worry that I'm toxic or somethin'. I worry about the judgement I might get, but I'm committed to the bit of keeping my diary public. I guess it's not so much the judgement as it is the potential for someone to shine a mirror on myself and show me something that I don't like, or the ostracization if I turn out to be like... not a very good person.

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

In BTD2, after he convinces the MC to kill Lawrence and the right steps are taken, Ren will tearfully confess his backstory; how one of Strade's captives got loose, mortally wounding him, and dying in the process. Strade began bleeding out and screaming at Ren to help him. Ren took the time to do... nothing. Strade died from his wounds, and Ren begs the MC to give an explanation as to why he couldn't bring himself to save Strade.

As I said in my previous post about Ren and Lawrence's relationship, Strade was the first person in Ren's life who actually made him feel needed. So why did Ren abandon Strade when he needed him the most? Some might say it's because Ren was finally able to get one up on him, that Strade finally showed weakness. Except Ren knows when and where Strade sleeps. He's intimately familiar with Strade's habits and weaknesses and is capable of seriously harming/killing Strade if he really wanted to.

"Ren is much smaller and weaker than Strade!" And in some of Ren's routes, he pulls a gun on MC. He clearly knows where Strade kept the gun, how to access it, and how to use it. So physically, there was nothing preventing him from escaping/killing Strade if he really wanted to. "What if Strade killed him in the process?!" We think Strade would have never gotten bored with Ren or he wouldn't have accidentally taken the torture sessions with him too far because of... his strong moral compass? His love for Ren? Whether Strade killed him for fighting back or from his lack of knowledge in anatomy and physiology, the outcome is still the same. There was something else keeping Ren there.

As I said, Strade and Ren weren't just captor-captive or lovers, they were also rivals. You may think this would be an incentive for Ren to get him out of the way, but you are mistaking the word 'rival' for 'nemesis'. A rival competes with you, yes, but always in the interest of you bettering yourself so they have a greater challenge to face. It's why Ash Ketchum never crashed out and used his Charizard to set Gary Oak's house on fire.

Strade may have been a monster, but as Gato has said in many ask blogs, he was a self-assured monster. He had no remorse for his actions, and to a rival, that is comforting. He represented everything Ren wished he could be: confident, respected, charming. More than anything else, he knew his place in the world, and to someone who has spent his entire life in confusion like Ren has, that is the holy grail of fulfillment (I don't think it's any coincidence that Ren's father was a human whom he never knew, thus ensuring Ren would always be torn between two worlds, never fully belonging to either).

When Ren saw Strade bleeding out, the reality of Strade's choices came crashing down on top of him. This guy wasn't invincible. He wasn't any kind of actual monster. He was just... a guy. A guy who could bleed, be overpowered, and even killed by his prey. Sure, intellectually, he probably knew that, but it hits a lot different knowing it versus experiencing it right in front of you.

Even though you know the mascot in front of you at Disneyworld isn't actually Mickey Mouse, it becomes way more shocking when he takes the head off to vomit in the hedges from a hangover. Way more so than just a regular guy doing it. Even though you know it's just a guy, and no one is immune from the temptation/effects of alcohol, the illusion is shattered, and you're left standing there wondering what the fuck you're doing with your life.

Could you imagine the torrent of emotions that Ren must have felt when he saw Strade bleeding on the floor? Shock from the new experience. Relief from not needing to fear him anymore. Terror of an uncertain future. Sadness at losing his lover and only friend. Betrayal at Strade depriving him of his rival and thus his place in the world. He froze because that was all he could do. -☢️

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

Maternophobia

I could use our bone boi getting stepped on, head cruelly cocked back so he can't see dem panties. Part of me wanted the image to be them all tied with with Nami hilariously giving Jinbei shit because he's supposed to be able to handle things. But no. Boney get a "whiteout" panel and that makes this a true red-letter day. This is subtle, but it is exactly what I wanted to see out of Brook & Gunko. He seems to recognize something about her. He's able to learn she's a fan. So even given this tense situation, he's very polite in his rejection to be a music slave. But specifically highlighting how Luffy gave him a new lease on life.

We've established the idea that Gunko might be somewhat a victim in the sense of never really knowing she had a choice. Brook is providing proof that circumstances can change and relationships can change them. Do you know how badly I wanted Brook to have a moment like this with Kiku? Obviously Gunko is an antagonist and that makes things very different in a lot of ways, but I love how even the framing here and following that bit from Nami serve to highlight what we talked about last time. Brook is getting a chance to show where his specific experience and wisdom can do what Jinbei cannot. And that is something very cool and very hard to express so I want to highlight it and admire it when it happens.

With that out of the way...iconic. You know what? No. It's peak "Wife Bad" Boomer Humor™ but it works because it is so unabashedly peak Boomer Humor™ and doesn't feel like it needs to put on pretentious airs of justifying itself. This is hilarious. The real monsters have awoken from the children's dreams...THEIR MOTHERS!!!

Fuck it, based. I have mother issues, stopped being scared of a pathetic drunk as I got older but when I was a kid that shit was terrifying. I don't think these giant moms are that bad, but they sure seem strict and imposing. A serious challenge indeed. We also have Spooky Gregg back hanging around a few panels so that's nice. It seems our eulogy was premature. But he is already a ghost so it's never fully inaccurate to honor his memory.

Jokes and personal trauma aside, there's a bit more thematic harmony with this gag than just lol scary moms. A land like Elbaph is now where kids are well behaved and focused on education kinda sounds like a land of strict, strong moms keeping them in line. Not a huge deal, the gag is good on its own, if they were actually Dorry/Brogy's wives I'd be on their side because you better not have run of on a 100yr duel if you're married. But it does connect more to what's going on than just being a silly goof.

Speaking of cool, very impressive Collun. He's jumped up to the front of the line and willingly got involved in the compulsion to follow the arrow just for a chance to help and keep things calm. Down below with Ripley & Scopper finding this out is hilarious...and kinda feeds back into that point about parents. Gaban's all like, hell yeah that's mah boy. Ripley's not having it and demanding he go save the kid. Hilarious and they're cute together.

And it leads to the cool part at the end! Sure there's a former Roger Pirate heavyweight jumping into the fray but they have angered the Devil Child and that is not a smart thing to do if you like things like being alive. I will never ever ever not love the series treating Robin like a core threat on the Straw Hats rather than a smart pawn to try and capture. Show Saul how far you've come by showing how fiercely you'll protect the friends you've found girl.

[simpingforbots]

Big Scary Grandpa - part 5

“Little one!” panic building in his system from suden change, Megatron adjusted his grip, gently lulling you in between two of his servos, trying not to move little flesh form to much. One second you were alright, reactive, screaming and kicking, then the other second go completely limp. Light escaping opticks, he scanned small fleshy body for any injuries, letting an audible gasp of relief from his vents as it came up with nothing – no internal bleeding, no damadge to bones, no visible scaring or bruising, so why did you suddenly fainted - he had no idea, and it worried him a lot. Twirling small body in servos, he looked up, opticks focusing on small flickering light shining though the line of trees, a beacon of human civilization, some where you need to go, but if HE brings you to the camp, unconscious like you are now, it will surely spike some panic and will add even more bad reputation to his already dark picture. Gears shifting inside him, big bot let out his frustration in a huff, optick shifting rapidly, while trying to think as hard as he could, digits wrapping around small cushy body just a bit tighter, able to feel week pulse echoe though out...

Crickets orchestra echoed though the ranch as the huge moon shined gently upon the land. The cattle were in the barn, peacefully resting after day of grazing and watching kids get in to all sort of trouble, rolling in the mud and getting all the attention from them. Kids were sleeping as well, having a sort of sleep over in secret barn base, after having a late nigh fun, all knocked out and huddled together under blankets – Mo was nestled in arms of Nightshade, who was letting soft “who’s” as he recharged, resting on Jawbreaker, who was in his dyno form, laying on his stomach. Rob was wrapped in Thrash and Twists, who was curled around boy and Hashtag just sprawled in top of them, with data pad still in servo. Letting a soft chuckle, Dorothy Malto let out a happy sigh, observing their little happy family resting. Walking over, she fixed the blankets over them and left, turning lights off, walking out in cold air, taking in deep breath of fresh night air and walking in to her home. It was one of a few spare days when they had whole house to them self, mg that they can finally catch up on some alone time they wanted, and Alex already planned a few things as soon as he heard kids plan to have a sleepover in the barn. Opening the door, Dot can smell popcorn scent hanging in the air, along with some other scent and a loud pop of wine bottle being opened in the leaving room. Smiling, Dot took of her jacket she wore over her comfortable nightwear and walked in to the leaving room, with tv on and a  bowl of icecream on the table. One of a few days when they can dig in to secret stash of sweets without kids begging for their share, adding a little bit of amarula  and chocolate pudding. Plopping down on the sofa as Alex brought in two glasses of whine.

“I can safely assume kids are asleep?” he asked with a soft smile, leaning in to give his lovely wife a kiss on a head, plopping right by her and snuggling in, ready to enjoy their tv show. It might be a bit wrong to agree on, but it was really nice to have a break from the kids and their constant troublemaking attendances.

“Yep, they are finally asleep. And we have a home to us.” She smiled, scooping some cold treat on to the spoon “So, what episode we are on?”

“If I do remember correctly it was episode 10 session 3” picking up remote, Alex clicked a few buttons, setting it up to the right episode. The theme of the show played along and sweet couple settled in to watch their show... though it seemed like their peaceful time did not last for to long. Half way though the show a familiar sound of helicopter rung through the air. Letting a soft grunt out, Alex got up, helping his wife up, stopping their show and walked out, silently pondering as to what reason Megatron would be visiting them in such late hour. Walking out of the house, they braced them self as big bot descended on their lands in his alt form, moving incredibly slow. For a moment it reminded of the moment Dot saw him again after a long time, being dramatic and taking it slow. Yet, something deep inside her heart felt that something was wrong. Bot started transform, taking his sweet time to shift every peace of his metal in to right position, one by one, taking more humanoid form. He quickly reached for his chest and something visibly fell in to his palms. Kneeling down, Megatron froze for a moment, looking at Dot with a very familiar look.

“Megatron, what happened?” worry sipping in to her soul, Dot took a few carful steps forward, eyes narrowed on large servos, clearly cooped aorund something protectively, refusing to even pull away from his chest.

He knew well that it was late, he just really had no one else to go to in this situation. He still was not to sure that he wanted Prime to find out that he was secretly leaving base to see a human child, which will make this trouble even more problematic, so the only person he can think of going to is going to Dorothy, a very trusted person. Plus she was a human, so she will know what to do. Slowly lowering his hands, he glanced down at small body, that was still not responding to any thing: not when he transformed around them, not when he took them in to the air, not even now, just still, breathing and not awake. Once the body was at Dot’s eye sight level, her eyes grew wide with shock rushing over with a bit of a limp, focused on the child completely.

“I need your help Dot” he spoke with worry and care, letting human touch little archivist...

Stirring awake, you turned in your sleeping bag, letting out angry grumbles as you pulled covering over your head. For the first time in weeks you managed to find a soft spot in your sleeping sack, your body melting in to soft padding and hotel pillows, letting a sigh feeling soft fur of teddy bear, nuzzling in to it, letting out a wide yawn. You can hear birds chirping loudly with light annoyingly shining in to your eyes even though you had a blanket over your head. Though one noise confused you just for a moment, enough to forse you to open your eyes. You knew for sure that forest did not had any cows, so how come you can hear them. Still with blurry vision, spinny head and half asleep state, you set up, feeling your self almost loosing fight to blanket, looking around, trying to get out. It took some time but ass soon as your eyes adjusted you realised one thing after another: for once you were not in a sleeping bag in your tent, you were in some kids room, evident by all the toys, pink bedding and other things that clearly made it seem like a child’s room. Slowly getting out of the bed, you looked down, shame quickly heating up your cheek and you pulled the blanket over your self, panic now fully settling in. Adrenaline pumping through your blood, you lost control of your limbs and fell out of the bed with loud echoing thud. You are certain that this noise alerted someone as a set of footsteps echoed though the house, quickly approaching the room you were in. Being an “A+” student meant that you quickly learned how to differentiate footsteps and when thay are getting close, wrapping your self in blanket and shoving your self in to the corner, eyes wide and heart pounding like crazy in your chest, deafening you. The door slowly creaked open and a dark skinned woman poked her head in, making sure you were decent before walking in. You relax a bit at sight of green uniform of forest ranger, but still were on guard.

“Morning kiddo, you look better. That was a nice way of letting us know you were awake” she let a small chuckled, placing clean clothes on the bed you just fell out of, as yours were gone as you are sure that falling out of tower watch in to tree made it dirty, you just were creeped out that they were missing. “How are you filling?”

“I am okay” you nodded softly, panic calming down just a bit “Where am I? Who are you?”

“You are okay, you are at my range. My name is Dorothy Malto.” She did not move from the other side of the bed, giving you a bit of space and time to relax. You looked down at clothes and then up at woman “Your clothes were not.. in best of conditions. Do you feel any pain any where? Falling from such high place surely left some marks on your body.”

“I feel.. okay...” you nodded softly, patting your self to feel anything. So far you were okay and honesty only thanks to miracle and Megatron that you were unharmed .”How did?”

“How about I tell you every thing at breakfast. I am sure you are hungry”

“Yeah. Thanks” you nodded again and watched woman leave, giving you some privacy as you looked down at new clothes.....

Taking in deep breath, Megatron opticks flickered to life, unfolding his arms from his chest and looking around. He was in secret base of little ones, who were more then ecstatic that he suddenly showed up for the late night – any sleep disappearing with in seconds, assaulting him with questions and asking for stories. Of course he complied, intertaining the youth with all kind of fairy-tails he could remember, all while wondering just what will happen to you. Now he was awake, young ones were out of the base, propably already having fun with Bee or meeting you. He secretly hopped that they didn’t, wishing to introduce you him self to they young once, knowing how some of them can get quite excited. Getting up with grunt, he carefully walked out of the base, making sure to be carful with his big frame, squinting as sun shined brightly in to his opticks, lifting his servo to block some light. He can hear kids laughing, cows mooing and birds chirping. After a second, he was able to see and spotted a group of younglings huddled around in far out corner, hiding under the tree, with a new small figure in between them. Letign a sigh, his hopes of introducing Little Archivist dwindle, but not to much. Even from here he can see that you seemed to feel a bit better then you did in the camp though, clearly engaging with others without looking like you were forced in to socialising. Any time your camp would have some kind of activities, you always tried to hang out in the corner, out of sight, trying not to interact with kids. And even during free time you will avoid same age kids like fire. But now he sees you more relaxed, engaging with others, even if you are trapped under Soft Ears, letting your little hand slide up and down the fur. Taking a deep breath, Megatron strated walking forward, already seeing a chain reaction from young once, Twitch face lighting up with a big grin and flying towards him, circling his head and then nuzzling in to his side. She was really affectionate for a small bot, and he liked her too. Especialy her energetic enthusiasm.

“Good morning little one” he greeted them softly, joining them in the small circle, with Terrance happily greeting him back, with one more additional voice in the mix, he knows MO and Robby are in school by now, menaing  there were only terrance and a new guest “I see you met a new friend?”

“Yeas, we did, and they are quite nice” Nightshade smiled, his cyan optick not moving even a bit, but he can still can gues that kid was happy to meet another “egghead” as human would say. And he just let them on, with all the kids soon talking about what ever was on their mind, making him feel a bit more content that all the kids were in one place, almost but he knew Rob and Mo were safe at school. Though one of the younglings were not as safe as they were. Still worried about Y/N passing out suddenly in his servo AFTER falling of a watchtower, that even he can tell was to dangerous to climb, let alone when he slammed in to it, yet he is sure that speaking about it with them in privet will be the best, so he just waited pationly, knowing well that Bee will show up soon to whisk kids away for another training integrated with a play. It’s seemed to be the only way to get younglings to enjoy training in this day and age. And like a clock, Bee shows up and take young Terrace to train, leaving him and little archivist alone. Clearing his throat, Megatron looked down at the small young human, who was looking up at him with doe like eyes, coking their head just a bit.

“So, mind telling me what you were doing on that watch tower?” And he can see colour drain immideatly drain out of their little face, eyes growing wide and darting around, brain visibly struggling for answers. It was hilarious that they panicked so quickly at such simple question, making him let a snort out. “So?”

You shrunk in your self, mentally wishing that little cattle did not fell asleep on you, wishing that you can try to say something that you needed to do something, that you needed to get back to the camp, but alas, you were stuck. You can feel warmth drain out of your body and back heating up, quickly glancing down to avoid eye contact with Megatron, who clearly was giving you a parent glare, squinting a bit as you made a eye contact for a second. You really had no idea what to tell him – first of all you already had enough of your parents dealing with your bullies, even if it did not help much thanks to school politicks and all, you really did not wanted to drag Megatron in to it, second of all if he will get involved you are sure that your bullying will get worse. Just talking to him made it bad, what will happen if he will show up for a “talk”. Sucking in breath, you scrambled in your head for an explanation that will save you and HIM a hustle: well first of all you are a teenager, right, and they are infamous for getting in trouble, so maybe if you pretend that you were “acting out” you can make him believe that you were just exploring something abandoned, and second of all it was not much of a lie. You always wanted to see and visit an abandoned building, so you decided to go with this. Yet one more glance at bot quickly made you rethink your life choices – the squint seemed to glow, red light digging in to your soul, you immideatly averted your gaze, pressing you lips in to thin line and pressing your head in to your shoulders, able to feel heat spreading through your back. Yep, no, you are not lying to big bot who’s hands can easily wrap around you. You hated to admit it, but that night, when he “kidnapped you”, it did leave some mental scars, giving you nightmares time to time and just how weak you are compared to cybertronian. An uncontrollable chill ran up your spine, you gave up on lie, gently stroking little cattle, who finally seemed to have enough of you, or he heard his mom calling him. You almost cried a bit as little comforting cattle got up, the warmth of living being leaving your lap and slowly trotting away to where ever they wished, leaving you alone with Megatron. He seemd to immideatly notise your discomfort, reaching for you and scooping up to hold up to his face, as you are sure that constantly looking down must hurt his neck. You tried not to move to much in his servo, to scared right now, like a child terrified of a parent who knows that their kid did something wrong.

“Well?” Megatron asked again, tilting his head to side, digits flexing behind small humans back “why were you up there, in the middle of the night?”

“I... I was asked to bring something from there” you replied with notes of shame, now truly seeing how ridiculous it was to risk your life for a toy, yet you had your reasons and maybe they were a bit childish. “I could not say no”

“And for what reason you could not say no? What would be the reason to put your fragile life in to danger?” his tone was calm yet you still can feel notes of anger and disappointment echoing though his voice. “If I were not there, you would’ve been badly hurt, for pits, I don’t even wish to think if you would even make it out a life” you shivered a bit as bot raised his voice, just a bit, not to much to get attention of other robots, but enough to make you shiver. Yep, you are hundred present in trouble now, folding in to your self, you looked away, not able to look in to his red optick, not because they were scary, but because you felt ashamed. “Well, why were you up there?”

“I.. I was forced to do it” you answered with a bit of shame, regretting that you are admitting your weakness, yet it also felt good. You did grew tiered of running to your parents for help, even if it what you supposed to do “I could not say not to it.... they had my Teddy bear”

“Teddy bear? Seriously?” Megatron stifled a chuckle as he coked an eyebrow at little life in his hand. They risked their being for a toy... such a childish act, but honestly, sort of adorable as they were still young and naive. “For a teddy bear?” a smile escaped him and he quickly looked away. This is not a laughing matter.

“Teddy was gift from my grandma! I couldn’t let Dupeng do anything to him!” you bursted out, able to see that Megatron is not taking it seriouse as much as he tries, slowly cracked in to quite chuckle “It’s not funny!”

Despite the disappointment and anger, seeing you get so riled up relay broke him, Megatron cracking in to laughter, shaking with chuckle. You had to grip on to his servo, clinging to life and not really wanting to fall again, even if from small height, still you had enough of falling for one day. When he managed to calm down, he jus let a heavy sigh and patted you on your head. Alright, this was a really stupid decision on your side that you went to such length just to keep a toy in good shape, a childish like behaviour for a young being.

“It’s not funny” you pouted, clinging to metal fingers wrapped around, really wanting to be back on ground. “It was a last gift from my grandma... and I can’t sleep without it” you confessed with red cheeks.

“You risked your life for a toy, little archivist. This is funny” Megatron chuckled, pocking their cheeks with his big digit, feeling soft flesh give in under him “Well at least you were lucky I was there.”

And safe. After a quick scolding, he let you down and join Terrance when they had a break, able to feel his spark relax and now seeing his little collection of kids safe and all gathered in one place. Maybe he can even somehow put you in to the same school as Rob and Mo, just to be more safe. And he is sure it will be easy as any parent will be happy to switch school if their kid went missing on one of the school trips.

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[cantareincminor]

Any headcanons for Sylvia and Nightfall's relationship? I see them as a cute big sister-little sister dynamic lol

I haven't really thought about Sylvia and Nightfall's dynamic, honestly. I actually hesitate to say they're like big sister little sister or apply some kind of family relationship to all coworkers. Spitballing here but let's look at their professional relationship first...

When Nightfall is first introduced, she stands out from her colleagues in that she has the balls to walk away from Handler and ignore her orders. This is even more blatant in the Code: White movie, when Handler assigns another agent to go to Frigis to support Twilight, and Nightfall bolts out of the room and claims the job. Handler literally chases her out into the hall shouting for her to stand down, and she does not listen. The hell? That kind of stuff lands you in deep trouble and formal disciplinary action in the military (assuming WISE is military intelligence).

Why does Handler put up with this?

One, WISE is extremely shortstaffed. Can't afford to be picky I suppose.

Two, Nightfall is extremely competent when her own "ambitions" align with the mission at hand. From what we've seen of WISE so far, she is second only to Twilight in all-around effectiveness on the job.

Aside from her athleticism, she thinks ten steps ahead and covers for every contingency, as seen in the Campbelldon arc:

And in the mole arc when she picks Wheeler out from the crowd against all odds:

Okay so maybe she gave herself away with that death glare, but she can't help it. Too much repressed rage and violence from not getting to be the Forger wife.

Back to Handler: when you're a leader of a drastically understaffed organization, you have no choice but to go with the people you have on hand. And I feel like Nightfall is one of those weapons that Handler has learned to deploy very strategically, to minimize the volatility of her behavior (e.g. imagine if Nightfall defied orders and took a crazy risk to impress Twilight, and then got herself or several colleagues captured by the SSS). In my own career I've worked with some very talented people who unfortunately have huge egos/a rebellious streak. They get treated like divas because they know they can get away with it. Like "what are you going to do, fire me? The org won't survive without me."

On a more personal level, it's clear Handler cares deeply about all her agents and wants the best for them as much as the job will allow. At some point between Campbelldon and the mole arc, she figures out that Nightfall has a huge crush on Twilight. At the debriefing for the Campbelldon mission, she mentions to Twilight that Nightfall went off to train in the mountains, "some tennis thing." Then she must have gotten a report from Nightfall about the fight with Winston Wheeler, and read between the lines about what happened. Maybe she saw the medical report from HQ on Wheeler's injuries, and realizes that Nightfall should not have been able to deal that much damage unless she went completely apeshit and broke her own bones with those hits. She might be the only person perceptive enough to realize that Wheeler did not inflict any of those injuries on Nightfall, but that they were self-inflicted; certainly, Twilight seems completely ignorant of this fact.

I can imagine the moment Sylvia discovers Nightfall's true "ambition," she takes a long swig of beer, shakes her head, and looks up hopelessly at the ceiling. Annoyance, anger, frustration, disbelief all flit through her mind. Maybe for a couple of days. Nightfall's compromised beyond measure. Compromise with a spy colleague is still compromise. But Sylvia lets it go and merely teases her about it:

Offscreen, she decides that getting annoyed and angry with a severely injured agent is not going to do much. Nightfall isn't scared of her anyway. So she does what she does best: hit a target where they're weakest. She flippantly informs Nightfall that she knows her most treasured, damning secret. And that's enough of a threat. Step out of line again, and oops, maybe a rumor starts around the office about your teenage infatuation with Twilight. No one can trace it back to Handler, except Nightfall would know.

But of course it's all done out of love. And for the overarching mission. For Sylvia, those go hand in hand.

[fluffy-feathers23]

Hit with a random idea i think would be really cool actually i hope this makes sense lmao

We know Loop and Siffrin have their own parallel time loops, and one of them looping back (likely) does not effect the other - as evidenced by Siffrin keeping any current damage in the twohats fight, while loop fully heals, because they looped back to the "start" of the fight.

And possibly Loop being able to remember things that happen in Siffrin's loops, but it's also possible that's part of the wish they made, where they might remember more regardless of them looping again. They can't help very well if they forget potentially important information, after all!

But how do you think two different time loops working with each other interacts with the party?

If Loop told one of them something, would they forget it once Siffrin loops back? Or would it need to be Loop to loop back to before they told them in order for whatever party member to forget the bit where they interacted with Loop?

Like just imagine Loop tells one of them that Siffrin is in a time loop, and they don't know why, and no matter how many times Siffrin loops back, they won't stop coming up to him right at the start, asking if there's something wrong.

And Loop can't help figure out how to stop it for a while, because they don't realize it was because they said something about it like 20 loops ago. They both expected it to get "written over", like everything else.

Maybe this is one reason they don't want to be seen by anyone but Siffrin. Because they can't loop back, it risks forgetting something. And even if it actually doesn't because of the wish, maybe they just think it will, and avoid opportunities to be seen regardless.

I'm not entirely sure where i'm going with this at this point but i hope this gets the vision across !!