#why cant i just think things into existence

[clemworld]

"taking in bad faith"

you put 'genderfuck' shit on a transmisogyny board.

• if you mean degendering, say that! You didnt say that though.. your words have meanings. you cannot say a different sentence then be upset when people read it as the words mean.

• Again, say that. Because I see it in MANY contexts.. People who think you shouldn't imposed a girl v boy mentality to the trans community, people who enforce a gender binary in trans spaces, shit! not even about trans shit! People say this shit when lesboys exist!! It is a commonly said phrase.. Again, if you mean something, say something. Because you are criticizing generalized things that can so easily be miscontrued to be used to be a dick to people.

• It is slang. People use slang how they use slang. Using slang is not inherently transmisogynistic and its a weird hill to die on. The important thing it acknowledging some people may not be comfortable with it and asking. And if someone messes up, telling them. It is such a non issue. Like putting it on this board is the equivalent of those storyline plots that exist only cuz people don't communicate. People are capable of communicating their needs and asking boundaries.

Now, disrespecting this boundary could go on there no problem!! It happens a lot.. But someone who grew up in a region where that simply is the slang and uses it like that is not the same as someone who goes 'well thats a dumb boundary i use it like XYZ!!!"

Two different scenarios.

• How is TME/TMA misused? I am so glad you asked:

It should be a self descriptor, for starters, because you don't know other people. No, just because that person is a transmasc bigender person you don't know if they've been affected by transmisogyny or not.

The term has basically been co opted for online discourse that boils down to "afab (aka FEMALE) trans=transmasc/trans man and they are tme and amab trans people are all transfem/trans women and are all male and amab and are tma".. which is dumb. People have perverted these terms to mean whatever the fuck they want instead of using it to actually start a conversation about transmisogyny.

You cannot tell TME/TMA by agab, gender identity, expression, (asumed) sex, pronouns, etc.. However certain 4chan-lite people have completely ruined the terms usefulness and it is.. upsetting

A lot of people DO define it by AGAB! And it is a real issue! And it harms any actual discussion because it makes people associate these terms with gender/sex binaries instead of them being useful.

Now, i AM pro use of these terms when used correctly.. but at the end of the day, they really aren't.. especially since how many people just see words used one way and assume thats Just How They Should Be Used. There needs to be a real discussion of the misuse of this term, and people criticizing how its used in the wider community should be allowed to..

... But, yea, people equating them to meaning agab or sex or identity or whatever the fuck IS misusing and it happens a lot. I do not think its impossible to reform these words to what they naturally should mean, but I don't blame people for how they're used

(I can go on but I am ill right now and Cant)

• "the transandrophobia crowd" tells me everything I need to know about you.

i could SMELL the "transmisogyny is when online trans discourse" from that fucking bingo. If you are a self described TME then maybe stay out of conversations about transmisogyny becuase all you're doing is pointing to trans discourse, portraying the 'other side' in not an accurate light, and calling it transmidogyny. THIS is why conversations on this topic are so impossible. People cannot fathom actually talking about issues, its only about 'who is more oppressed' and its bullshit

wanna know WHY people feel they cannot talk about their issues? becasue they are harassed, sexually or violently, called slurs, cyberstalked, etc.. for daring to talk about their own experiences. all in the name of talking about transmisogyny

its basically fuckung radical feminism at that fucking point. do whatever you want as long as you can scream (trans)misogyny you have an excuse! its fucking bullshit.

So, yea, theres a huge community of people who cannot talk about their experiences.. are we forgetyibg the 'transandrophobia crowd' gets harassed to attemtling suicide and then harrassed EVEN MORE because how DARE people create words for their experiences? Being willfully ignorant of this doesn't make it any worse

Also... are we forgetting how many trans women who don't agree with this shit are told they're secretly men and/or transmasc and evil gender traitors for supporting other trans people? It's ridiculous. This discourse does nothing but create an Us Vs Them mentality in the efforts of shitting on the 'acceptable' queer groups to shit on. It doesnt help trans women, these types of bloggers literally revoke trans women's woman card whenever they dare disagree. its 4tran shit.

Like.. has it ever occured to you people say these things for reasons and not outta the blue and portraying it that way just makes your whole post a bad faith argument?

• "trans women are more oppressed than trans men"

anti trans bills harm EVERYONE. ALL trans people. even intersex cis people! like jfc to go "this oppressed minority isnt as oppressed as me😢" is bullshit, the oppression pyramid isnt real and you do nothing but harm your own community by pretending its real

Like imm not even going to explain this to you because no doubt youve SEEN the cases of transmasc people being listed as 'female violence' or the fucking people beaten to death in bathrooms that arent transfem or the intersex people harassed and forced into invasive procedures because they are 'secretly trans' or some shit like jfc

play blind to oppression all you want, us here in the real world will actually be fighting for something

• this point still doesnt make sense to me. you cannot just add "nonbinary people" then make some random excuse. its still weird.

• point 8 is interesting to me. i think in a way we are all affected, i mean, i don't really believe certain people's experiences are 'less than' because its 'misdirected', but also I dont have a strong opinion on that and i respect yours. i tjink there should be more discussion to it. i think saying 'everyone is tma in some way' could be used to be like 'the patriarchy affects people all in some way' but i do understand your pov🤔

anyways yea idk i think i read u wrong when i wrote that one. again, no problem with tme/tma being used correctly! especially as self descriptors which is where i feel it is most useful

• i don't like how you worded pt. 9.. also, again, my main issue with all of these is that these phrases can also be used to miscontrue what people are actually saying by twisting their words.. idk :/

but also i just wanna point out the irony of 'i cant hate trans dudes i am one' cuz its literally on your bingo card to say stuff like that.. /lighthearted

• pt 10, im not misreading shit. you just admitted right there! it isnt that "misandry isnt real". that is exactly the dogwhistle you fuckers use to ACTUALLY MEAN "trans men dont have their own issues. its the same phrase. all of these phrases are innocuous enough but are the same parroted phrases to put words in peoples mouths when they talk about transandrophobia .. nobody has ever said misandry is real (in the way that its an actual societal issue, self described misandrists exist everywhere)

but what people HAVE said is "no, i don't have male privelege because thats not how oppression works and i suffer my own unique experiences with oppression as well, on the basis of being a trans dude"

but people HEAR "wah i am a dude and im oppressed" because people are incapable of letting others speak they lives

and im not replying to 11 more because i am not on what exactly is being replied to where

• no 12. you have seen trans discourse and decidded to make a bingo. as a TRANS WOMAN, yk, TMA, i am telling you this bingo is bullshit and filled with weird logic. and i know many trans women online and offline who agree with me. a small bit of trans people make a discourse on something, it does not mean they speak for everyone. and as a trans woman i reserve the right to disagree with this and its weird tones to my trans brothers.

Like yk how many trans women on trans twitter used to harass passing trans women cuz theyre "passoids"? doesn't sound like a real issue that shoulld be a big issue. passing vs not. but it was to them, but that doesnt mean every single trans woman out there agreed that this was even something to be arguing about. this is nothing more than trans discourse

same with the 'toothpaste flag' or 'the term achillean is bad' discourse. it will blow over in a few years and everyone will think how stupid the online harassment over queer dudes existing was, and people will go onto the next target.

So, tldr, if you really wanna talk about transmisogyny, do that. but dont parade around your discourse opinions as an actual conversation about it.

going to start using this for every dipshit post i see on here

[kissboybyler]

it gets to me so much sometimes when i think that, in whichever fandom, the GA or just most people tend to ship two characters just because they are canon. Like mike and el, for instance, they are canon, they have kissing scenes and they dance at the ball and they…hug?! But what do they even talk about? What’s the music playing in the background? What’s the context of their interactions? Why, why do they love each other? Do they make each other better, do they find missing parts of themselves in the form of another person? Are there hints and tells and color-codes that just…exist to symbolise their love?

Why do we ship these characters? What’s is it about their love that is so strong? And don’t get me wrong, i also believe -like many other bylers/ fans of the show- that mike and el grew to love each other, to appreciate and kind of need each other. But not for the right reasons.

I mean, mike needs to be needed, to be able to help or even save another person, to feel loved and wanted. But he also needs to allow himself to be who he is, outside of “forced conformity” (“that’s what’s killing the kids” after all!)

El, on the other hand, needs to find who she is, but firstly she needs to have a safe place where she is allowed to kind of just exist and then blossom into her true self. And bumping into mike, who eventually grew to appreciate and embrace her, she felt safe for the first time. And alongside her, mike felt needed, like he could protect her and be there for her and make her happy.

But now el, who has established both meaningful familial relationships and friendships, needs to find out who she is. How can we expect her to grow when she’s in a relationship with the first person she met right after she broke out of the lab (her literal prison), who can’t even talk about any other part of her that he loves other than her powers?

And i’ve read many many other people write about this, about how in s4, when mike wasn’t with el he embraced his geeky, nerdy and weird self but when he finally reunited with el, he had to hide himself from her (as did she!). He just…couldn’t be himself around her.

But like, apart from the problems in their relationship, i really just don’t understand why people ship them. It’s just…mike cant be himself around el and el doesn’t have room to find herself when she’s with mike. It literally doesn’t make any mathematical sense.

And then they say we’re delusional for thinking, for proving, that there are astronomically higher chances for these two not to be endgame, for el to be single and for mike and will to get together. Because it makes sense…right? Like, el will be able to find herself outside of a relationship, she won’t be dictated by anyone but her own self, and mike and will… do i really have to elaborate? Like, in every single aspect of stranger things, from musical titles and colour-codes, parallels and loving, longing stares, hand touches, over-protectiveness, deep and meaningful understanding to posters and freaking funko-pops, interviews and good ol’ fashioned cinematography and storytelling… it all points to them, if you connect the dots.

And how, how is it possible that so many dots have been put into such perfect places, to make such a beautifully crafted imagery, just for all of this to be a coincidence? When, when has anything ever in stranger things been coincidental? Ever?

Edit: I’d just like to denote that, when i said “(mike) can’t even talk about any other part of her that he loves other than her powers” i didn’t mean that mike loves el JUST because she has powers, fuck no, BUT when the time was right for him to note all of the other aspects of her character that make her a remarkable person (ex. her selflessness, her compassion), he decided to focus on her powers. The very thing that she herself thought dictated her.

just wanted to make that super clear.

[meo-eiru]

Hi hiiiiii!!! I just wanna say i love ur oc’s so much, they live rent free inside my head like a growing necrosis!! Ever since u dropped the character trivias for Lavi and Elias I cant stop thinking about an AU with the game Catherine for Elias and Lavi but like with a lil twist to itt (the twist being i cant properly remember the entire plot to Catherine, its been like a decade since i played it so i tweaked so much of the actual storyline to better fit the narrativeT-T) feel free to delete it if its too weird;;

TW: cheating, pregnancy, reader/mc is pregnant, ooc Lavi im sorry, Elias having a reasonable crashout, yandere behaviour, continuous affair, reader/Mc cheats, character death(?), misuse of commas and my terrible grammar really

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Okay so Imagine this, whilst drinking out one day, trying to drown out the midlife crisis and potential worries about the future, you end up having a drunken one night stand with Lavi, this one night stand however snowballs into an affair as you end up sleeping with Lavi AGAIN.

You’re pregnant, and you’ve been in a relationship with Elias for 5 years, Elias is absolutely ECSTATIC to find out that you’re pregnant, and is even considering marrying you if you agree to it (you have no choice in the matter btw lol), so in order to plan for the baby (and wedding), Elias has been taking more and more modeling jobs to hopefully save enough for your future together.

This would’ve been a happy ending for both parties if you actually KNEW who the father was. Youve been rethinking your entire relationship with Elias for a while and whilst its good to feel loved and appreciated just for existing, Elias’ is just… he’s too much sometimes— well most times tbh.

Elias would kill you both, but he hasn’t suspected anything yet, and you plan to keep it that way because you’re thinking of ending things with Elias by the end of the month anyway,

until you can’t.

And you find yourself puking every morning, a worried Elias by your side at every step of the way, loving, understanding (?), pulling your hair back and dabbing away sweat from your face as you stay hunched over the toilet seat, and the guilt smashes into you like a truck, its debilitating—Elias loves you so much, cares for you (too) so much. The guilt should have set in sooner, you should be groveling at his feet begging for forgiveness, but you dont, instead you stay, and the affair continues, even when you don’t remember spending the night with Lavi (where they even at the bar last night?). Even when the test shows two lines. Even when Elias starts doing more work to provide for the two of you.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe its your consciousness telling you you need to leave, to not subject Elias to a life chained up to someone who doesnt love them enough to stay faithful.

You end up having these weird nightmares where you have to fight for your life trying to escape a hellish landscape. You survive each night but always seem to end up waking up to Lavi on your bedside (you haven’t been outside, Elias hasn’t allowed you to go to work since the pregnancy test, you don’t remember telling Lavi your address either)

But one night, when you wake up from another nightmare, crying, shivering, Elias and Lavi nowhere in sight.

Impulsively, you end up calling Elias and tell him about the affair, how you don’t know who the father of the child is, how you’re sorry and how terrible you are and how it would be better if you just break up.

and as expected, he breaks down. asking you, demanding answers, crying, screaming, shouting, asking if you actually loved him, asking if the child is actually his, asking you why he wasn’t enough, how he knew you were acting weird, asking which fucker he has to kill to make everything work out. its guttural, the way he screams, shouts for answers.

You end up dropping the call. And Elias immediately spams your phone with missed calls until you end up blocking his number.

He’s coming for you, you know he will. And he does, not even an hour later, banging on the door. You worry about your neighbours hearing about all of this commotion, its 11pm, he should’ve been at home but he was still at work, should’ve spent this time relaxing and watching tv shows with you at saturday night, but instead he was still at work, working to support the both of you (even if a big part of you knew it wouldn’t have stopped him from coming anyway)

He’s banging on the door, and you have half a mind to grab the knife at the sink. He stops after what felt like an eternity, only to forcefully barge his way in by using his body to slam the door open.

Elias makes his way inside, immediately grabbing you by the shoulders, eyes red with tears as he looks at you with the most painstakingly hurt expression you’ve ever seen (you’ve seen it countless times before, but only this time its different, it’s it scarier, it feels like he might actually hurt you)

His eyes grows into slits, as you feel another arm snake behind you.

It’s Lavi.

You are so fucked.

Elias ends up lunging at Lavi, screaming, intent to kill, to get rid of the vermin homewrecker that ruined (whatever was left of) your relationship.

Lavi fights back, albeit without mentally damaging Elias in the process as he talks about how much time he spends with you, how he planned on taking you with him secretly behind his back, how the child is actually his and how he intends to take full accountability for it.

You watch as Elias screams reaching for something in the sink only for Lavi to laugh at him, taunting him, waving the knife in his hand hautily, simpering with a glint of malice in his eyes “Looking for this?”

You’re about as useful in this situation as a screen door to a submarine. And you know its in vain, but you scream at both of them to stop anyway. Crying as you fall to your feet, you feel like puking.

Elias freezes, breath hitching as he turns to you before the expression on his face falters, angered as Lavi continues, telling him that “he’s the reason you’re having such a hard time right now”, “how he has no business being a father when all he does is hurt you”.

Everything falls into a blur as the fighting continues,

it feels like forever but it does stop, and you hear someone slump on the floor.

and you find Elias on the floor, with the knife plunged into Lavi’s stomach.

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I had to write it out the brainrot was killing me, had to write it out until the brain rot unrotted itself.

I do know i couldve done this darker and better but i cant write anymore i feel so rustyT-T if you see “them” instead “you” its because i originally wrote this with “Mc” and using “they/them” before changing it to explicit xreader

Rereading my writing realising it is so tellenovella coded oof

Holy shit anon I don't know how you did it but this might just be the most hellish possible scenario known to mankind. I'd honestly just end it right then and there, there's no getting out of this bermuda triangle ass dynamic we got going on here.

Like Lavi and Elias being in the same universe is already horrible, them liking the same person is even worse but darling CHEATING on one of them with the other??? I would just

[meowkwisis]

sᴇᴀ sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀɴᴅʏ

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊fem!reader x lee felix ┊ warnings: language,not fully proofread, ending is lowk cringe, fluff, a lot of fluff, fluffy!┊tropes: childhood bff to luvrs!, friends to lovers..┊a lot of ocean and beach refs and lit devices<3┊if u cant tell i luv this trope sm.. enjoy! ┊ ˚✧

y/ns voice spread out, as she and felix ran out on the sand. The granules of sand coursing between their toes as they ran out towards the horizon, the only thing on their minds is childish wonder and curiosity. With their hands linked tight, their feet wade through the shallow water, until a wave comes crashing back among shore. Crashing them both along with it.

The sunset was beautiful, the hues among them like a melting pot of wax, all gooey and stuck together. The shades of warm tones, the oranges, and the pinks reminded felix of y/n.

Of how warm she was, how when they were together she warmed his soul until she was all he knew.

the coughing and sputtering of y/n pulled felix from out of his thoughts.

“oh my- “ as she let out another cough, standing up, water licking at her ankles. felix sat and sprawled back onto the sand, sighing and spluttering water like a leaky engine.

“..you.. you okay?” felix was laughing in between his words, as if getting caught under the waves was something hilarious to him.

y/n coughed once more, and plopped down besides him.

linking her hand with his once more.

“i should be asking you that, lix. you got dragged under faster than me!”

felix laughed at that, leaning his head on her shoulder as they both looked up at the sky.

“ooh- wanna go dive for shells? please? or else im gonna tell your mom..”

felix gave her a shocked face, “you didn't have to threaten me, sunny. come on.”

everyone called felix sunny, because it's what he was. he was so bubbly, such an uplifting person to be around. His entire existence seemed to brighten the earth.

who would ever think the sun was orbiting another?

y/n kept felix sane. she kept him who he was. She was the only reason that he was able to be the ‘sunny’ that he was.

that's why y/n was felix’s sunny. and why she would always be.

y/ns entire face lit up when she realized felix said yes, and she quickly got up. Dusting herself off, and offering her hand to felix.

obviously felix took it, even when they were eight years old, he was ready to give up his world for her.

even if he didnt know it himself yet.

felix thought that was his best friend forever. And of course, she was, to this day. That was going to be his everything for the rest of his life, but he was so painstakingly unaware at the fact that he loved her.

maybe it was more he could realize?

present day

“felix. please im begging.”

“how am i supposed to know if i want to if you wont tell me?” there were breathy laughs in his voice as he talked. not because he found the fact that you facetimed him asking him to accompany you somewhere, no. Its because you are hell bent on not telling him where you want to go.

“just trust me! do you not love me anymore? damn. i remember little felix would always go with me wherever i wanted to go…”

y/ns voice was teasing, on the verge of laughing, but because felix could see her face, she had to hold it in. Overall making the situation amplified in amusement.

“no- nononono, you know thats not why!” his voice was littered with laughter, putting a hand on his mouth to stop laughing.

“no its okay, i get it you just hate me. ugh- “

“fine. i'll go with you, okay? just to prove my love to you. ‘kay sunny?”

y/n eventually smiled upon hearing that sentence from him, as if she wasnt waiting for it to come.

“kay! meet me at the boardwalk- thingie- and wear a swimsuit.”

“y/n. sweetheart. its a decking. for my sake.”

“lixxie!”

felix instantly looked in the direction of the nickname that he loved only when it came from a specific person. and sure enough, he saw her, in all her glory.

the sun was beating down upon her face, causing her eyes to squint the slightest bit. Her hair was blowing in the gentle wind. as if the sky knew how delicate and beautiful she was, as to not hurt her. she was waving enthusiastically at him, her hands only holding her phone by its keychain, and a water bottle. she was wearing a big t shirt overtop her swimsuit, and he could tell because he could see the beads of her bikini strings poking through. she seemed to glow in the eyes of felix, but that may just be because she could be glowing at her worst moments. it didn't matter to him.

he didnt even answer, but instead, instantly lifting her in a hug. one of her flip-flops sliding off her feet in the process.

“dude- if we were going to the beach you could've just told me.”

y/n answered in a fabricated annoyed voice, perfected by the amount of times she's done it to felix.

“when was the last time we've seen a proper sunset, huh? we never have time anymore. its sad.”

as felix put her done, there was also a faint look of pondering on his face. he knew she was right. as they grew much older from when they were kids, they never went to the beach as often anymore. something that was a crucial formation in their friendship.

“you do have a point.. come on, i miss it.”

he motioned for her to walk, and they eventually settled into the calming rhythm of walking in the sand once they descended the steps down the decking. y/n put her things in the little net bag she always brought to the beach, and set them at the bottom of the wood decking along with her flip flops. felix followed, setting his phone in the same bag as hers, and putting his busted up beach crocs next to hers.

their arms were linked before they even reached the water.

when they did, the sun enhanced the features of the water heavily. making it glitter, and the water was warmed by the sun, like it was a relationship that brought out the best in both of the people.

the sun danced upon felix’s face, his freckles seemingly becoming more enhanced every second y/n stared at him, and as she peeled off her shirt to dive into the water, felix wasnt being subtle either.

“you ready?”

y/ns voice brought him out of his trance, and surfaced him. like she always did.

how did she always manage to catch him like that?

“don't kick me again, i remember you used to do that all the time as kids. the bruises i got were unreal.”

the smile in his voice was undeniable, and the way he was looking at her with such pure awe was as well.

“shut up, come on- the water looks so good.”

and of course, she dived in without a second thought. Immediately vanishing under the surface with a feasible amount of bubbles and froth.

felix followed soon after.

the cool water hit him hard in contrast to the blazing hot sun on that day, and it seemingly washed all his troubles away with it.

as he resurfaced, y/n was already up, pushing her clumped up locks of hair out of her face, and slapping her face with water.

“i forgot how good this felt.”

she said to him, in a sweeter voice that nearly threw him back years to when they were kids. He could've sworn that he was eight again, yelling and laughing as they dove into the waves as many times until their bodies were more tired than their minds were now.

growing up hurts.

felix’s eyes were swelling with tears as fast as the ocean was swelling with waves, his mind was in the midst of remembering, and of course y/n noticed. she always noticed it when it was felix.

“lix?-.. what-?”

before she could even finish her sentence, he snatched her. just like he was a queen conch at the bottom of the ocean floor, holding her delicately and quietly crying into her shoulder. the water was still hip deep, a bit ,higher on y/n due to their gap in heights, and the water was still swirling around them.

y/n reacted as quickly as it happened, wrapping her arms around his drenched torso, pushing a hand into his sopping wet hair. She subtly kissed his neck in the process, hoping to offer him some nostalgic comfort.

felix was nearly about to fall apart in her hands, feeling the weight of change in his mind, and his mental in general. The minute that he felt the little piece of heaven caress his neck, he felt faint. and not in the type of way where he wanted it to end, but it was in the way where he couldn't get enough.

if he wanted to fall apart, he could. he could do anything and she would still love him, and thats why he loved her. he loved her more that could be represented audibly, but for one, he could show his true self with her. he could bear his feelings out in the open, and she would love him, care for him, and do anything for him.

y/n led him out of the water, onto the sand. and as they both sat down on the sand and as he retracted his head out from by her shoulder and looked at her, she stared back.

he looked beautiful.

she reached out to wipe the excess tears falling from his eyes, and kissing a freckle on his nose. her gentle touch was enough to soothe his aching heart.

“y/nnie…”

felix was talking between sniffles, and the way that he looked at her was enough to melt the coldest heart, and obviously, y/n wasn't the strongest.

“its okay lix.. i'm right here.”

and, once again, she reached for his hand.

and once again, he reciprocated.

“isnt the sunset so pretty?”

that, said by y/n, took both their attentions, and directing it on the sky. the beautiful warm-toned sky. it was familiar for some reason, and invoking a sense of nostalgia in the both of them.

“not as pretty as you.”

it took felix a second to realize he said that out loud.

“…huh?”

he could've sworn y/ns eyes had stars in them. her gaze was so hopeful, it hurt him. she was so beautiful.

“sunny i-.. i don't think i can keep going like this anymore.”

he wanted her. and he couldn't control it. he felt like a tidal wave that was building up for so long, the current was overtaking him. he couldn't deal with it.

“what-? felix what do you-”

there wasn't much time to register what happened-

it was the salty contact of two waves crashing along shore, it was the feeling of connection after being deprived of it for so long, it was like finding the perfect shell.

it felt like home. it tasted like it was long overdue, and the sun was basking them in light as if it was enchanted.

it happened.

the crashing of felix’s lips onto hers.

the deepening of the kiss, something that should've happened so many moons ago.

as her hand was shoved deep into his hair, tugging softly, as if she wanted him closer.

of course, felix just had to breathe after that transformative moment.

“did- did that just- did i just kiss you?”

felix’s shaky breaths in between his words were the telling factor that he didnt know whether to laugh or cry, but upon seeing y/n smiling and on the verge of laughing, he made his decision.

the waves crashing in the background were overthrown by the sounds of their laughter, finally finding each other after all this time.

after inhaling a deep breath and calming herself, she noticed the sun around ten minutes from dipping below the horizon, and looked over at the boy next to her.

“lix..” “yeah?”

“would you believe it if i say i fell in love with you on this very beach?”

felix’s eyes widened upon hearing that, his gaze locked on you more than it ever had before.

“no way. how old.”

y/ns smile was irrevocable when she said-

“eight.”

felix clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent his jaw from falling off in literal pure shock.

“y/n y/l/n. say you're lying.”

“Im not! why is that so hard to believe?”

her giggles came out between her words, her eye contact with felix unwavering.

“i fell in love with you when we were eight. on this beach.”

now it was y/ns turn to be shocked.

she instantly put a hand on his shoulder, and started laughing, kissing what seems as every single visible freckle on his face.

“i- love- you- lix-xie!”

hs response came sea soaked and sandy-

“i love you too, my sunny.”

[bitter-panacea]

The two options for the catalyst event

(the second one might make no sense at all depending on what happens in ogrest's last volume but i honestly dont care because this is an au)

I am NOT a writer !!! Please forgive the syntax

- option 1

aka gou does an akemi homura rebellion style (this is so confusingly written i honestly think the only way to actually understand this is to watch rebellion lmao)

It's a beautiful day. Our group of heroes (goultard, arty, the percedal family and whoever the fuck is also there at the time idk) have reunited for some occasion (what occasion? Maybe simply celebrating being together) At the percedals.

As time passes, some of them slowly start to notice strange things. Things that feel wrong without any of them being able to really explain why. Things about the world around them, about themselves, things they know happened but collectively can't remember.

- tristepin still has both his arms

- flopin is here

- yugo still looks the way he did before the necroworld

- some of them are behaving strangely out of character

- rooms in the house theyd never notice before (house of leaves style)

- walking away leads them right back to where they started.

Slowly they start to wonder how can they even be here, werent they doing something else? Looking for something? A powerful artifact of some kind. They conclude it has something to do with their predicament. One proposes the theory that their memories have been tampered with, erased, or rewritten, that the place they find themelves in is an illusion theyve been trapped within.

The artifact they were meant to retrieve supposedly grants a wish to its possessor, actually maintening the person in a dream while it feeds on their wakfu (as well as the wakfu of everyone nearby)

Soon they realize one of them must be responsible, was overwhelmed by the power of the artifact and is now keeping them all trapped in their wish. Suspicion and tensions grow as the world around them becomes increasingly unstable and aggressive. A dark menacing presence looms in the shadows.

A question stays. If this dream is the wish of one of them, could the others they previously believed to be trapped within it, only be part of the illusion.

Only one of them here is real.

Arty eventually confronts goultard, deep inside he knows the truth. Only goultard could be responsible, arty has been gone for centuries, only goultars knows and remembers arty. Would goultard really be so cruel as to let his friends suffer and be drained of their wakfu just so he could spend a few moments by his side. Can he accept and let go of this dream and finally put an end to this mascarade.

But by confronting goultard, arty revealed his true presence. He had found a way to manifest himself physically to him through this illusion of arty that goultard's mind had created. His memories had been rewritten when he'd entered and it took him some time to remember who he really was and what he'd came here for. He'd sensed goultard's distress and came to help him out of this mind prison he'd unknowingly locked himself in.

Goultard begs him to stay but to no avail. He has to say goodbye once and for all and wake up. Arty tells him he never really left him, as long as he remembers him, as long as his dofus exists, his essence will always carry on, like the light of a star billions of light years away that still reaches him even after death. he will always be the fire that burns in goultards chest.

He wakes up and destroys the artifact, all the others slowly come to. They have no idea of what just transpired and go on their way.

But goultard knows he just put all of them in danger because his emotions got the better of him. He cant be around them anymore, he will leave as soon as the others have their backs turned. Hes just lost arty a second time and cant help his heart breaking, leaving room for despair to take its place.

- option 2

aka the solo mission that couldnt have possibly gone worse

The symbiote, extremely weakened but alive, has found shelter in lacrima's body, feeding on her hatred for centuries, using what little power it has left to control her with the goal of finding goultard and luring him to them.

The both of them have degraded into a monstreous pulsing unstable mass of entangled rottings roots, all writhing like a swarm of eels, at time's moving like a scolopendra. Seperating now would instantly kill the both of them and the symbiote's only wish is to use what little power it has left to see goultard one more time, psychologically and physically torture him and ensure he can never forget him. The enemy is physically no match for goultard's divine powers but once trapped and imobilised in their roots, its mind games and manipulation overwhelm him and leave him unable to fight back. Goultard can sense the symbiote's presence but is unsure if its real or just in his head.

General ideas for lacrima's monologue

"cant you see you and i are just the same"

- Something about them both being desperate to be loved and cared for but will always end up being abandoned or rejected

- something about goultard being dependant of others and relying on the powers of beings stronger than himself (the symbiote, arty's dofus, his father's power), serving them, being nothing more than a receptacle for them, nothing more than a broken empty husk without them

- A dark void in him that nothing can fill, an open wound left ignored for so long

(- everything goultard did and would have done to please his father even though he fathered the monster who killed arty)

- something about dragons being attracted solely to a being's purity, lacrima and goultard both having had their purity taken from them... or maybe they were born impure and never had a chance

Through lacrima's monologue, the symbiote slowly reveals his presence more and more until he delivers the final blow

No one will ever understand and love him whole like the symbiote did. No matter where he is or where he goes, his eyes will see, he will always be inside him, crawling under his skin, goultard will always be his, no matter how hard he tries he wont ever forget him again

Their roots wrapped tightly around him like tentacles, slowly constricting until he can barely breathe, bringing back flashes of brutal memories hed buried deep inside.

As they pry his mouth open to force themselves down his throat, terror takes over goultard's body, awakening the beast inside. He manages to free himself and impales the creature on his sword, right through lacrima's heart, killing them both instantly. But the damage has already been done, the infection that previously laid dormant runs too deep and the poison of his past flows through his veins once more.

Untitled post wakfu Alternate Universe

In this au, Arty doesn't get resuscitated by the gods after his sacrifice. Instead his soul is allowed to return to his dofus and he is reborn as Ignmikhal much later, losing his humanity and his memory in the process.

Since then, Goultard has repressed A LOT of memories and feelings to be able to handle life and to keep on living as normally as possible after the events of the dofus manga. He could simply have not functioned otherwise. His mind had to in order to protect itself.

The wide majority of his memories regarding the Symbiote and Arty (both are intrinsically linked since Arty freed Goultard) being repressed created a new personality/alter in Goultard's system, Vanya, that holds onto these erased memories and embodies the trauma that resulted from being with the Symbiote for around 1400 years, as well as the trauma of losing Arty.

By now, Arty is just a very vague memory, more of a feeling to him than a person Goultard actually remembers... Arty is the fire that burns in his chest and makes him keep going, not give up. The light of a dead star thousands of light years away still reaching him to guide him through the darkest nights. A sort of incorporeal guardian angel. But remembering him truly and acknowledging the loss would break Goultard.

The premise of this au is that a catalyst event (I have two possible ideas but can't decide which one I like more) abruptly forces Goultard to face painful forgotten memories and emotions, awakening Vanya (who he had no idea existed).

Here's an older post about Vanya. (Not pictured in the post is the Symbiote introject who inhabits him.)

He manages to stop him from completely taking over, but barely. (Possibly ends up seriously endangering his friends because of it). He's going through intense flashbacks and is flooded with unbearable emotions. He's hopeless but his sick mind tells him the only thing that can cure him is the crimson dofus. He goes alone to find Ignemikhal.

Having to face him, seeing that the dragon doesn't recognize him, clearly doesn't know who he is, that there isn't any Arty left in him, makes him go berserk and they fight. Just like during their very first fight, Ignemikhal/Arty has the upper hand. Vanya, losing, too exhausted and hopeless to keep fighting, gives up and let's the dragon start eating him, slowly killing him. While this happens, the crimson dofus (or rather Arty's soul and essence subsisting inside it), through Goultard's inner world/headspace, tries to communicate with its former guardian and forever loyal friend. Goultard, drowning in his own mind, grabs onto Arty's spirit and refuses to let him go.

A mix of Goultard's divine powers, his utter despair, and Arty's desire to help Goultard, creates an energy surge that essentially short-circuits and rewrites the crimson dofus' programming, forcing back his past incarnation by force. Bringing arty back.

They both get rescued and brought back home by the tofu brotherhood.

Arty is back but some things seem different about him. He has more control over his powers, he has an easier time using them than before. But has a much harder time controlling his draconic nature, behaving in very "animalistic" ways by moment. Struggling to understand and/or suppress new confusing urges. He has more draconic features physically as well. He's kept a few memories from other incarnations (before and after him) and also remembers sensations from when he was "inside the crimson dofus". He remembers feeling Goultard's presence, his heartbeat, his emotions, his warmth, when he was inside him.

Goultard is seriously injured after his fight with the dragon. He keeps the crimson dofus in him. According to him it helps him "stay stable and stop Vanya from taking over". Is this real or is it just what he thinks? Who knows.

All of this means some of the people who know about this are very much against it, and think whatever Goultard did to make that happen was an unbelievably stupid mistake.

Goultard still seems very unstable (he is, Vanya does come back when Gou is going through intense emotions, sometimes co-fronting with him.) And letting him have the crimson dofus could turn out to be extremely dangerous. But it belongs to Arty and it's his decision to let Goultard have it.

Some of them also really don't trust Arty and think he could be dangerous as well.

Most importantly, Goultard and Arty are now both tethered to the crimson dofus. Nobody knows exactly what it entails since this has never happened before. And it's gonna take them a while to understand and learn to control this new power. The crimson dofus being "reprogramed" by force could be terrible and risk affecting the balance of the universe that the dofus are supposed to keep.

Arty doesn't feel comfortable with most people calling him Arty. Calling him his "human name" is reserved to only a few people he fully trusts, it's sort of a privilege (Gou obviously, and later Kerubim because he was a friend of Crail, maybe some other people as they get to know one another.) Others call him Ignemikhal or just Mikha for short.

Arty, as well as his new dragon related issues, has to deal with the fact he was basically dead for around 650 years. The world has drastically changed. Which makes him realize how little he knew it. (They go looking for Crail's farm where arty grew up but the land it used to be on has long been covered by the sea after the flood). Almost nobody remembers or even knows that he destroyed Bonta and the same thing is true for how Goultard's reputation has changed over the centuries. Their fight against the Cornu and Arty's sacrifice have almost been lost to history (it isn't common knowledge at all) and the statue built in their honor has long been replaced by something else. Goultard tries to sound optimistic about it (although he himself despises immortality) and calls it a second chance. But Arty sees it in a much more nihilistic way. He's now acutely aware of his immortality, and that oblivion is inevitable.

Everyone he knew and cared about except for Gou is now dead. Which makes him realize how few people he knew and cared about. He hoped Goultard would have known at least a little about what happened to the other guardians. But he disappeared and never saw or heard from them again after Arty's sacrifice. All he knows is they all went their own way (except for Dodge and Ejipe who stayed together). Thinking about Lily being all on her own after his death breaks Arty's heart. Goultard starts acting weird every time Lily is mentioned.

Goultard is extremely upset about the distance that slowly grew between him and Arty after they formed the guardians, when Arty started showing more attention and affection to Lily, and less to him.

The last moments they spent together before Arty's death left a very bittersweet taste to Goultard. He can't help but think Arty was ultimately going to abandon him for Lily but died before he could. His feelings of dependency on arty and his attachment and abandonnent issues are back and he struggles to keep them in check.

This eventually leads to conflict as Arty gets increasingly more annoyed and confused at Goultard's behavior. Who refuses to explain until confronted.

Kerubim and Arty form a very cute bond. Kerubim is overjoyed to finally meet Crail's grandson and loooves telling Arty old stories about him and Crail, their old master Nabur, and the other guardians. With Kerubim's help, they find out more about Lily. Who after taking the ivory dofus back to Bonta, decided to become an huppermage and dedicated her life to protecting Bonta and the ivory dofus. Her and Jahash knew each other well and she was a kind of mentor to him.

Goultard can't move on and heal from what he went through in the past until he accepts and confesses his true feelings for Arty. After it finally happens, Gou and Vanya "absorb" each other, integrating.

Arty and Gou have gained new abilities thanks to their connection with their dofus. They can sometimes communicate telepathically, and feel each others emotions. They also have the ability to fuse (steven universe style lmao).

[hyperfixiation-station]

Alpha!Ghost with an Omega!reader that is captured by enemy forces and goes through their heat alone and in confinement???? And Ghost finds them after they're finished??? And you're too weak to even move??? Sorry just and this thought and i wish i didn't have to write it and it was already there for me to read asdfghjk

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who was chemically castrated by roba and soap who wants to help him to regain his sexual autonomy

nsfw, angst, roba, unnegotiated unsafe but consensual gun play, hopeful ending

💀🧼

ghost walks like it hangs low.

there’s a tilt to his hips and a spread in his thighs and johnny’s never been able to stop staring.

and ghost’s never asked him to.

he knows he’s seen him; he’s not exactly discreet. he swears he’s even seen him cock his hips out before to give him a better view. but he always pulls back just as they toe the line; verbal cold water on the tentative heat they almost can’t help but spark when they’re together.

it’s never a no; johnny’s not so selfish of a cunt that he’d push when he knows he isn’t welcome. it’s always a reluctance; an “i wish i could,” never in so many words. an open ended “but…” as ghost circles the reason without ever actually saying it. johnny knows it’s something personal, something more than a difference in rank could ever excuse.

so he backs off when ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until ghost lets him in close again. waits to know if he’ll let him close again.

it’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as ghost comes out and says one random night, “i can’t fuck.”

it’s not bitter. it doesn’t grate coming out of his throat; he doesn’t spit it like it’s something to be ashamed, not twisted with insecurity as if it’s an accusation by an ex.

it’s a statement of fact.

“you can’t fuck,” johnny echoes anyway because even if it is the reason, the big why… it still doesn’t really answer anything.

“i can’t get it up,” he elaborates, this horrid blankness in his eyes like he’s reading from a script. “whatever you’re looking for, whatever you want- i can’t give it to you.”

johnny just looks at him, the chill air prickling his skin. “right,” he nods calmly. “because my interest in you starts and ends with your dick.”

that blank calm shatters. “johnny…” he warns.

“do you really think i’m that shallow?” he cuts in, curing himself for the way his voice breaks but he never thought ghost would think so low of him; that this whole time, ghost’s thought that’s the only thing he wants from him. “like i’d take you for a ride ‘n just drop you?”

“there’s a difference between not gettin’ it for one night and never gettin’ it at all,” ghost growls, turning his back on him to lean against the edge of the roof. his shoulders heave and the anger seeps from him in one long breath. “it’s not a hitch, johnny. not a performance issue or ptsd or whatever the fuck you’re thinkin’. it’s permanent. irreversible.”

irreversible.

johnny stops, cold creeping up his limbs and dousing his defensive anger. ghost is many things and when it comes to his words, chief amongst them all is deliberate. he didn’t say it’s unfixable. incurable.

irreversible.

johnny buries his selfish hurt and scuffs his boots, an unobtrusive warning of movement, and comes up beside him; just enough distance between them to catch their breaths. he leans back against the ledge and looks over the opposite side of the roof at the dark sky.

“mexico,” he murmurs. not an accusation. not even really a question but ghost collapses in on himself anyway; sinking into his crossed arms digging into the ledge.

“mexico,” he agrees just as quietly. “‘pparently, roba found it more entertaining to let me keep it but- cut the cords. more demeaning that way; cock’s gone, at least you don’t feel the urge. don’t have to look at the fuckin’ thing hang there when nothin’ fuckin’ works.

“it’s not ‘bout how i see you, johnny,” ghost promises and it’s almost apologetic. “but you like sex. eventually, you’ll want it. and i can’t give it to you. easier to just… not let it get to that point.”

johnny’s jaw flexes. everything in him wants to reject it, wants to protest that something as trivial as an orgasm is more important to him than ghost.

but he also knows words are useless here.

they stand there looking out into the gathering dark, tense silence hanging between them, and the only thing johnny knows is if he isn’t careful, he could lose the one person he cares about most.

💀🧼

ghost’s been uneasy since his abrupt confession.

he knows it was sudden, borderline cruel to dump his shit on johnny with no warning but he just couldn’t take it anymore; couldn’t take the back and forth when he knew it would never go anywhere, couldn’t take johnny’s hope when he knew he’d have to watch it twist into disgust and pity.

into disappointment.

he figures that’s the end of it; there’ll be no more flirting now, no more staring or heated looks, no more teasing him by spreading his knees out just to see the flash of hunger in his eyes. the control he felt playing with johnny knowing it was welcome, just because he could- he’ll never feel that again. not now that johnny knows the truth.

then he steps into his room to find johnny laying naked on his bed.

he’s not spread out like an offering, not throwing him some cheap sultry glance as he plays with himself. he’s not even hard; his cock limp over the cradle of his balls, his legs bent loosely together, arms under his head as if he’s settling down for the night.

ghost sighs and shuts the door behind him. “johnny…”

“i know,” johnny says and it’s gentle; not cutting him off, just getting his attention. “just… hear me out?”

there’s nothing else to say. there’s nothing johnny can say or do to fix his violated body. but ghost still crosses his arms and leans back against the door like he can anyway.

johnny pushes himself up and off the bed, closing the distance between them but still giving him enough space to breathe; to open the door behind him, to escape.

“i can never know what was taken from you,” he starts and ghost’s fingers dig into his arms. “i can never know what it means to you. and i can never get it back.”

he doesn’t break eye contact and slowly lowers himself to his knees. “but i can give you something else.”

“you?” ghost guesses flatly and as much as it warms his blood, as much as he’s imagined having johnny look up at him just like this… it’s still not enough to offset the sickening swoop in his gut when his cock doesn’t so much as twitch.

“i’m a nice bonus,” johnny purrs but his smile remains gentle. “but i’m not the main event.”

he lifts a hand and ghost readies to smack it away when he reaches for his thigh holster instead of his belt. he flicks the closing strap open and pulls his handgun, his favourite, free.

“you told me you can’t fuck,” he murmurs, popping out the clip. he taps it against the side and loads it back in with a practiced hit with the butt of his palm. “but fucking isn’t all there is.”

“johnny, what…” ghost starts just to cut himself off as johnny thumbs off the safety and loads a round into the chamber.

“you trust me?” johnny asks and it’s as loaded as the gun in his hand.

good then, that ghost knows the answer. “always have.”

johnny’s smile blooms with warmth, with pride, and it chases away any reluctance he could possibly feel. he lets him take his hands in his, wrapping them around the gun with his finger on the trigger guard. he brings the barrel up beside his temple, holding it steady before his hands fall away.

until it’s only ghost between him and a bullet.

johnny’s hands go to his belt, his movements slow enough for ghost to stop him long before he reaches his cock, forever hanging limp in his pants. but he just rubs the muzzle along his temple, almost nuzzling him with the gun as he pulls down his jeans and boxers.

he waits for johnny to take him in hand, maybe try and pantomime a handy, and his hips almost recoil at the thought.

but he doesn’t try to touch him.

instead, he takes his wrist and guides the gun to sit in front of his cock; angling it to follow the same slight curve he has then holds his hands behind his back like he’s standing at attention. he splays his knees wide, sinking deeper and ghost sucks in a harsh breath as johnny ducks under the gun; his eyes locked on his as he curls his tongue under the barrel and brings it into his mouth.

it takes every ounce of will he has to not let his hand shake around the gun as johnny gives it the slowest, messiest blowjob he’s ever seen; slowly rising higher on his knees, guiding the gun up with him as if it’s his cock hardening. his cheeks hollow as he sucks, tongue laving up the barrel and flicking out to play with the muzzle like a cockhead, moaning with every bob of his head until saliva drips off the metal and makes a mess of his chin.

ghost’s never felt so powerful as he does watching johnny hang off the end of his gun; watching his cock harden and drool between his legs without a single touch, knowing he could pull the trigger at any time and johnny would not only let him but he’d thank him.

the thought breaks him from his paralysis, drawing the gun from his lips and johnny immediately stills; rolling his wide eyes up like he’s trying to check on him. ghost pushes every ounce of heat into his gaze and cocks the gun to the side, slowly pushing it back in until johnny’s lips meet the trigger guard.

johnny whines as he fucks his mouth, thrusting his hips along with each long drag like the gun is an extension of his body; almost too rough as tears prick his eyes and his lips redden and bruise but he never asks him to stop; his cock leaking a puddle on the floor beneath him.

“you gonna cum for me, johnny?” ghost croons, holding back a groan when just his voice is enough to make him shiver. “gonna cum with my fucking gun down your throat?”

he gives a broken whimper, as close to an agreement as he can make, and ghost crowds in close. he grips the base of his mohawk, wrenching his head back until his throat is flush to the front of his thigh. johnny lets out a choked cry, eyes rolling back and he doesn’t hold back as he brutally fucks his face; feeling the bulge of his gun in his throat against his leg.

“come on, johnny; you wanna be my good little holster?” he growls and makes sure he’s watching as his finger moves from the guard to the trigger. “then take my fucking load.”

he forces the gun as deep as he can and johnny gags, his shaking body locking up as he cums untouched; painting the floor and ghost’s boot, cock twitching and pulsing hard enough to bump against his belly and leave a string of cum threading from it to his cock.

ghost watches him spasm and moan, his throat convulsing around the gun and a heated knot of satisfaction tightens in his gut; so close to the memory of an orgasm, he’s almost dizzy with it.

johnny slumps forward, his hands slipping from behind his back, and ghost quickly flicks the safety back on and drops to his knees. he slides the gun away and pulls johnny forward to collapse into his chest, taking his weight off his knees; his whole body trembling with aftershocks.

“you’re crazy, johnny,” ghost whispers, awed, and feels him smile against his chest.

“aye,” he agrees, voice raspy from his gun scraping up his throat. “how else am i supposed to prove that i mean it?”

ghost tries not to tense up; tries not to let hope sink its cruel roots into his chest. “mean it?”

johnny pulls back, his cheeks still flushed and sticky with spilled tears. “i’m yours, ghost; in any and every way you’ll have me,” he promises. “sex or no sex. this can never happen again and i’ll still never stop wanting you. it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do. you’re everythin’ to me, ghost. not your body; not what you can give me. just you.”

a knot crowds in his throat. “and you needed to deep throat my pistol to prove that?” he deflects.

and just like always, johnny lets him. “worked, didn’t it?” he winks. “you fucked my brains out.”

ghost rolls his eyes to hide the softness he knows is flooding them and helps johnny up and gets him into his shower; cleaning him of the sweat and cum and spit covering his body.

that ghost covered his body in.

his chest hitches at the reminder as he strips himself down to a single layer and all but falls into bed, tugging johnny in after him when he hesitates just slightly at the edge of the bed; splaying his still naked body over him, sated and loose.

“i really do mean it,” johnny whispers into the crook of his neck sometime later; when their breaths have settled and synced.

ghost sweeps his fingers up and down the length of his spine, skin he’s never seen. skin he now knows every inch of. “i know you do,” he whispers back.

and for once, he thinks it might be enough.

[courfee]

yes i used that dean scene as a reference, sue me

[richardsphere]

Coming from someone more on the other side of the fanbase here... Please know that this is all intended to be sincere, and not as any dig towards your personal enjoyments of the show. Im taking the original question in good faith and am answering in as good a faith as i can. -- I think there is a misunderstanding in the question being asked. None of this has to do with the Antikuma, plain and simple. nor even really if she is or isnt traumatised. But that the things that made Mari's stanbase continuously cried "but she's traumatised so its fine for her to be a hypocrite in X manner" were explicitly confirmed by later seasons to be for non-trauma reasons. Now i as far I recall, The show never portrayed her as traumatised. ( even if the dream exists, though i do not remember it, a single dream does not a trauma-arc make) Or at the least, that the trauma didnt influence those of her behaviours that her fans used the trauma to excuse ad nauseum. Mari's defenders used Chat Blanc as an excuse to say "No she does respect CN, she's just traumatised and cant trust him because of the trauma". It was a thing mari's stans inferred (and at the time, couldn't be adequatly disproven) because it allowed them to easily explain Chat's side-lining without making their favourite character look like an inconsiderate hypocrite. But then the show went on, and had Marinette explicitly state that no. It wasnt trauma, it was that Mari is guardian and Chat is not allowed to expect to be anything but Sidekick number 4 (after Rena, Bunnix and Viperion). No partnership, no negotiation, just subordination without respect or agency. Chat Blanc Trauma would definitly have been part of a better show, and it makes for amazing fanfic fuel. But it just... isnt (meaningfully) cannon. The sum total of influence that Chat Blanc has on the cannon plot is a singular moment (an outright plothole) where they have CN suffer a flashback to a timeline he has no way of knowing about so they can write him out of his own story. As far as the narrative is concerned Chat Noir, a character who does not remember the events in question, is more traumatised by it then Marinette. That is all that CB amounts to. as far the show is concerned, Marinette isnt traumatised by CB, Adrien is. Everything the fans use the trauma to excuse was simply Thomas going: "girl power means boys arent allowed to expect basic human dignity, respect or a voice in matters that directly effect them". The antikuma has brought this topic back into conversation because of the suit going pale creating a similar white-cat visual, but it didnt cause the realisation that the Trauma either never cannonically happened, or didnt cannonically influence LB's multi-season mistreatment of her supposed partner. What matters to the people saying that isnt if the trauma was real, what matters is that as far as LB's chat-based hypocrisies are concerned it might as well not exist. -edit i accidentally posted this unfinished. Once more, i want to emphasize that this is not intended as a dig towards anyone specific, just as an observation and clarification as to how/why the people whom are saying that are doing so.

ok but why the fuck did tumblr fans suddenly decide chat blanc never traumatized marinette in any way? like genuinely how did you get that from watching this show? we saw her having a nightmare with him in it— i forgot what season it was— but like… a gazillion things happened since that time. she fought her boyfriend’s dad and saw him go to the afterlife hellooooo? if anyone’s her prime source of trauma it’s gabriel now and it’s very much made clear in the intro. why does marinette have to think about chat blanc every second of her life damn?

also the antikuma thing… i’m not gonna lie, chat blanc didn’t even cross my mind till i saw people making connections. that’s just chat in a grey suit i’m crying y’all decided he’s reminiscent of chat blanc on your own, dont be mad at marinette for not thinking of him 😭

[chemsexholmes]

I wish every time a cultural figure was outed for having done horrific things or having deplorable views there weren't the resulting 20 thousand opinion articles and video essays about "How to deal with your fav being a horrible person" like we can't just grow up and face that it's a fact about the world and have compassion for any victims and try and learn from it

[deoidesign]

Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired

god I can't wait to make this comic.

[skitskatdacat63]

Roleswap anyone??

Tell me Fernando wouldn't make a fantastic general/emperor, and that Napoleon wouldn't make a fanastic driver/tp!!

[mohntilyet]

not to mention the entire antaam fleet like 😭 that was the PERFECT moment to show off what the lords could do!!! The antaam fucked over rivain, theyve been a thorn in the whole nations side for a long time now, they would not pass up a chance for payback via full scale naval warfare so that the veilguard can do what they need to!! Sure dreadnoughts are dangerous but at this point they probably have tricks up their sleeve, thats one of the few things they have!

also wouldn't it be personal because does solas not try to blow up kont-aar because he's trying to 5d chess tevinter and the qunari into destroying each other. like. i know technically this would not be incredible widespread news because the attack was stopped, but i don't think the wonderful citizens of kont-aar would have missed the tsunami that nearly hit them and the shockwave that actually hit them. rumors go around. and i assume irian/vadis tell varric. who i think would tell isabela. who would tell the group she leads. who would care because ofc, they LIVE IN RIVAIN, and now know that solas and his followers thinks they can trade rivaini lives* to further his plans.

*while i also think there's probably a divide between kont-aar and the rest of the nation, it's one that the rivaini love to jump across and back over. an interesting comparison to be made here with most of rivain having similar sentiments towards dairsmuid and the chantry. like this is the country specifically mentioned to have a lot of citizens who follow the qun/are non-andrastian + it being MUCH more multicultural and accepting than other nations. any attack on rivain, even if it's a qunari settlement, would fan a lot of flames that solas cannot put out so the idea of trying to him taking multiple steps back because he didn't realise how intensely the qun/rivaini/lords would react is very fun for me. it would have been soo interesting for rivain to be a hub for efforts against solas because of how it's not influenced by andrastianism, how he (or his agents) specifically fucked them over, and (maddeningly for solas) also part of this resistance has spirits who willingly guide them against him. this could have even been a plot device where the door goes both ways and solas finds out rook's plans because he manages to eavesdrop through a seer or something.

and on the spirits. all the stuff where the mourn watch regularly communicates with spirits could have been done with rivain as well, and with different takes on being 'friendly' with spirits. iirc there's a spirit in the hall of valor which is so interesting but it's literally just there for flavour text. THERE'S A SPIRIT IN THE HALL OF VALOR THAT DOES NOTHING BESIDES LIKE. SAY HI. ??? bioware i would have liked to see more spirits and seers and the matriarchal pantheists you have talked about please. and also the idea of the peaceful qunari settlement being pushed to protect the country they are part of and what that means for them as qunari vs. rivaini. taash's storyline could have contributed to this . so A LOT less about choosing a side, more about how kont-aar has developed, changed, how rivain has influenced it and what it means to be qunari. not the qunari agents and fighters that we have seen, but their 'civillian' way of life in kont-aar.

complete waste not seeing any of established lore reflected in the lords of fortune or rivain because i stupidly actually thought we were going to see some kind of settlement and be introduced to a very different cultural norms.. in my beautiful mind i like to think taash is a little taken aback by how badly mages/elves/etc are treated. like they understood it was different outside of rivain (they would have been young when the dairsmuid circle annulment happened right? so they don't 'remember' it themself, they likely heard others talking about it when they're old enough to understand) but until they actually saw what was happening first hand, they had a weird dissonance about it. but what we got was a deserted beach, ties to another faction (wardens are fine!! they are great !!!! the fourth blight is interesting!!!! yet they are not the faction with a lack of info about them!!!!!) and also the hall of valor that exists as flavor text with nothing meaningful behind it besides a pub used in a few cutscenes and a minigame.

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anyways. i think we should all be nicies to each other heart emoji

[the-ipre]

@stonehenge-asexual and i have been refining our dead girl detectives theses like philosophers in the forum, and i think my interpretation is this:

charlotte would be feminine, but would not identify as femme

i've got a lot of thoughts about how butch and femme arent just physical presentation but also ways of interacting with the world and relationships and the queer community as a whole, and charlotte's femininity–like charles' masculinity–is a way of fitting in. she is one of the girls, until she can't be anymore. she finds the places that punk and femininity interact and thrives there (touched on a bit in hollis' post here), but i dont think the specific femme identity would be something that she would be drawn to

part of this is because of social role, physical protector vs emotional shelter, nuance and roles and all of that, but also. it would take a Lot to get charlotte to the point where she would actually choose to take on a title that says i'm here, i'm queer, and i know what that means for myself. presenting feminine and punk and loving edwina enough to go to hell for her doesn't mean that she would be prepared to face the reality of her queerness, much less what it means for her place in the world and the greater community.

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