#you don't get to pick and choose when to feel disgusted about people who have certain fictional ships

[meimi-haneoka]

I wish people who are so strict/irked about something, to the point of having a DNF/DNI about it in their bios/carrds, kept true to their own boundaries and avoided interacting with accounts corresponding to said DNF/DNI, especially when it's in plain sight in the first words of their bio. And not cross those boundaries only when it's convenient (to make use of their content).

It would be a sign of maturity, you know.

Simple utopia.

[kaciebello]

 Bring a scythe to a sword fight

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Percy Jackson x Hades! reader (platonic) Summary: The reader is gradually suspicious, not believing Clarisse is the lightning thief  Warning: Angst?, no use of y/n authors note: Idk, I kinda blacked out writing this, sorry if it does not make sense. English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only :( Word count: 1.6k

Ever since Poseidon claimed Percy and he was moved to cabin 3, the camp became lonely. He eats at his own table, gets to choose his camp activities, and calls ‘ lights out ‘ whenever he feels like it. The other campers think he's a monster magnet now. Most people avoid him, and even Clarisse stays clear of him. Only 4 people in this camp don't seem to be afraid of him. Grover, they often pick strawberries together. Annabeth, who took it upon herself to teach him ancient Greek. Luke, who still gives him sword lessons, although they are now more of one-on-one sessions. And the girl Luke seems to have heart eyes for. She mostly hangs out around them when they are training. Such as now.

Luke, was not going easy on him, as always. But Percy was still on his feet, meaning he was improving. Or that is what he believed in before Luke managed to tap the back of his knee and make him fall. A frustrated groan leaves him when Luke's sword touches underneath his chin.

“Giving up?” Luke asks and moves the sword away, extending his hand to Percy. He takes it and gets up. Percy can't help but curse a little.

“Don't worry bubble boy, Castellan is just a show-off, you're doing great.” Says the girl, who was sitting on a rock this whole time, nose in some sort of book he did not recognize. Scoff leaves Luke as he puffs out his chest. Percy picks up his sword and turns his whole body to the girl.

“I'm not really sure of that.” He says, hesitant.

“Trust me, once you take on one of the other campers you'll be alright, Lukes is just hardcore when it comes to it.” She says, putting her book down and getting up, stretching her body.

“ How about we give Percy a break. Why don't you fight me? A little spar?” Luke says and walks to the girl, offering a sword to her. Her face twists in disgust and pushes it away. Laugh just leaves his friend before he turns to Percy in the fastest way possible.

“ She claims I'm hardcore, but the truth is, I've never seen her with a sword in her hand,” Luke says, smirking when he hears the girl scoff. Percy's eyes widen.

“You don't fight?” He peeps out, higher than he wanted to. She just shook her head.

“I'm a healer, I don't fight. And I certainly don't play with swords” She says and flicks her hand. Luke rolls his eyes when she sticks her tongue at him.

“How do you survive capture the flag?” Percy asks, he's still not sure he understands the game. He also notices his friend now sitting down and decides to sit down on the floor as well. She, again, shakes her head.

“ I don't play, I stay in the med tent.” She says sitting down next to Luke. Although to Percy it looked like Luke dragged her to him more. He wondered if he could also do that. Just not play. Although Luke probably wouldn't let him. Percy spaces out, not noticing the older campers sitting now a little bit close to anyone's liking, giggling. He also does not notice Annabeth heading their way. But in his defense, she could have been wearing her Yankee cap, he would not know. Her voice snaps him out.

Turns out she was not there to laugh at Percy's poor fighting skills, nor was she there to spy on his progress. Luke was needed, ‘counselor duties’ she said. Completely ignored the fact the other two campers there were technically counselors of their cabins too. Luke told them both he would see them at the bonfire and followed Annabeth back to the camp. Leaving the two forbidden kids alone.

“Ya know,” she says. “I could beat him.”

“What?” Percy turns to her.

“I could beat him up in a sword fight, I just chose not to.” She says getting up, and picking up her book. Percy just gives her a confused look and she sighs.

“ You could too, with time I mean.” She extends her hand to him and helps him up. “We are children of the big three, Percy. There is a reason why they promised to stop having us. You and I, by default, can be the strongest people here. Even someone like me can beat the best swordsman in the last 300 years in his own game. You just need time.” 

Till now Percy thought he was the only one. I did not accrue to him that she may understand. Now that he thinks about it, Percy can count on one hand that he has seen her interact with other campers, not counting Luke of course.  Percy now realized he wasn't alone in this lonely life of Poseidon's son. She is, kinda, his family now too.

—

“ We know who’s the lighting thief.” Says Percy on the other side of the Iris message. She and Luke were just in Chiron's office discussing what to the with the other campers, as they started to take sides.

“How do you know?” “Who?” They say simutainlusly. She looks at him weirdly for a second, thinking that that's not an appropriate question. Percy and Annabeth ramble about meeting Ares, he says something about Ares knowing who the lighting thief is and protecting him.

“ His favorite daughter. Clarisse is the lighting thief.” Luke finishes Percy's thought.

“Nonsense, Clarisse would not do that.” The girl defends her. She may not like the girl very much, but her being the lightning thief is ridiculous. Luke just gives her a pointed look and promises to tell Chiron. Percy turns to say more, but the iris message ends. Luke looks at her softer than he expected.

“ I don't think we should tell Chiron anything.” He says and takes her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and they swayed from side to side. Nodding in agreement.

“ If we go by their deductions, it could be anyone. I mean think about it. You would not be in the clear either. Who else than Hermes's son, the god of thieves, to steal the lighting bold.” She was just saying her thoughts out loud. However, Luke's hug tightens. He narrows his eyes and she can see the anger that shows up whenever someone mentions his father. 

“ I did not mean it li th-”

 �� Or you, who better than a daughter of Hades, someone who hates both Poseidon and Zeus.” Luke cuts her off. His eyebrow rose, wanting to see her reaction. She sighs and wraps her hands around his neck. Her comment was not meant to hurt him, but she knows she went overboard and decided to stay silent. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging a bit. His eyes close for a minute. She went to play with the camp necklace hanging on his neck. When he opened his eyes again, the hatred was gone.

“Come on, I'm sure someone needs medical assistance.” He says and makes his way out of the office.

“The Apollo kids can do that.” She says but follows him nonetheless. A laugh escapes him. They stop at the outside porch. He turns to her with soft eyes, some would say lovesick one.

“Ya know, there is one thing I did steal,” he says. She just gives him a confused look. “ Your heart.” 

A smile spreads on his lips as she groans. He turns around and walks down the little porch. She stops him when he gets to the bottom.

“Luke.” He turns to her with a hum.

“Whose side are you on?” She asks him, looking down at him from the top of the stairs. He was hesitant to answer, so she continued.

“ Percy or Zeus?” He just smiles, takes her hand, and helps her down.

“ I don't side with gods.” He says.

—

Before Luke could strike Percy something blocked his sword. When he looks up he sees her. Before he can react, however, a dagger is thrown his way and he dodges it. Looking that way he sees Annabeth take off her cap. This is not how it was supposed to go. 

“Annabeth…” He breathes out. They were not supposed to be here. He was supposed to recruit Percy. He was gonna recruit them later.

The girl helped Percy up but kept him behind her scythe. Standing in the way of any danger that could come his way. When Luke turns to her, she points her scythe at him.

“Come on, sweetheart…” he tries, but by the look on her face, he can tell it is not gonna do anything.

“ You need to leave,” She says, her face hard as stone. Luke could not read a single emotion from her.  He tries to take a step to her but she swings her scythe at him. He blocks it with ease. He knows she does not want to fight. He knows that the swing was a warning, to keep him away. He knew she would never fight him.

So when he swings it does not come to his surprise she only defends herself. Never playing offense. To others, it may look like they were just dancing, old partners getting together for a spar. It was when Luke felt the wind from the portal he realized she moved him away from his original position. He knew that Annabeth and Percy would tell Chiron right away. She was allowing him to escape.

She stood in front of him. Scythe in a tight grip. Her eyes reminded him of a momma bear defending her cubs. With tears in his eyes, he turns around and leaps into the portal. In his mind, he promises to go back for all of them.

[vinntea]

Alright I don't have the energy to thoroughly explain myself but tldr I hate when ppl say they miss Powder. Not the in world characters, the fans. When ppl say they feel bad for Powder or miss Powder or prefer Powder or Powder is their favorite. It actually bothers me, and I think fellow Jinx enjoyers understand why without me having to say it. I'm gonna try and articulate why: Jinx is Powder. That is the same person. They aren't two different people. They are the same person with different names. Saying you love Powder implies that you don't love Jinx. That is LITERALLY the problem with Vi and how she views her sister. You may miss the way someone used to be, but that someone isn't real. You love a version of a person who no longer exists. The point of Powder becoming Jinx is to show how an innocent kid with neurodivergent struggles can fall into the wrong hands and suffer because of it. People like Jinx aren't born, they're made. If you only love the person she was before, you don't love a person. You love the idealized, digestible, comfortable version of them. It's easy to have sympathy and feel bad for a kid crying and trying their best and struggling, it's harder to love the person they become because they weren't given help or a good home to grow up in. You like the idea of this cute kid with potential. But when you actually see the result of that pain and psychological damage they go through you're scared or disgusted or angry at her for existing the way she is. This is a very real double standard and idc what anyone says. It's ok to not like Jinx, it's ok to like Powder, it's ok to sympathize with Powder and wonder what she could've been like if only she wasn't dealt those cards. However, separating Jinx and Powder as different people reenforces the idea that people like Jinx are undeserving of love or compassion or being seen as people at all while you romanticize the helpless children who are lost and in need of help. The show does purposefully separate Powder and Jinx as different people because of the very thing I'm talking about. Jinx wants to leave behind the pain of her past and pretend she's not and never was that weak little girl, so she tells herself Powder is dead. Vi can't deal with the fact that her sister has become unrecognizable to her and she doesn't really know her anymore especially after all the horrible things that Jinx has been taught to do. So, in order to cope with the loss of who she thought her sister was, Vi separates the two in her mind and tells herself it's ok to hurt her now because that's not little sis precious Powder, that's the crazy bitch who murdered people Jinx. You're picking and choosing who to give your love and compassion to, when the people you're choosing between are the same person. Do you not see how that's ultimately unhelpful and goes against the whole point of depicting someone like Jinx in a show like this? At the end of the day it's just a show and most of the people who say they miss/prefer/love Powder don't mean any harm, just wanted to get this idea out there and see if anyone agrees.

[theinfinitedivides]

Regarding your recent post, I'm not even shocked that a certain section of this fandom are still trying to pretend Assad fans are any more anti black than Sam fans. I've seen plenty of anti blackness from all corners of this fandom, from both Lestat and Armand fans. But somehow weirdos think Sam fans are woke and progressive in comparison? there were Samstat fans who wrote disgusting fanfic of Louis calling other black people 'gorillas' for fuck's sake and specifically to prop up Lestat. There were Loustaters who thought it was a brilliant idea to go to a slave plantation so they can pose for their OTP photos. The Lestat fans who gloated about Claudia finally getting what she deserved, until they decided to use her as a prop for lestat sympathy post s2. But it's convenient for them to focus all that energy and blame solely on Assad and all his fans, because it suits the narrative they've already developed in their minds.

When people were making rape jokes about Assad's character, I recognized some of those blogs. One of them was a Loustater who I distinctly remember talking about Assad derisively. Because according to this fan, he's supposedly replacing Jacob next season. Which is an insane take like these people do know who next season about right? It's supposed to be a TVL adaptation and Armand does have appearances in that story. But here's the thing, they don't mention Sam at all. Now why would they claim Assad (a brown actor who has already has been sidelined repeatedly in marketing and nominations) has more potential to replace Jacob and not Sam, who Rolin already stated was going to be the lead in s3? When AMC has already pushed for more samstat presence in s2?

Let's be real here, some of these people live vicariously through the Jacob/Sam dynamic and the validation they feel from it that they are resentful of obstacles to that. Even if it's another actor of color potentially sharing more scenes with Sam in the future. This is also why they took that rpf poll so seriously ("if you don't vote for my preferred coworker ship, you're anti black") It wasn't just this blog, literally other people who were downplaying the racism for the awards snubs were very similar in that they are very invested in jam conspiracies and/or more lenient towards Sam and other white actors on the show. This bias has been called out by several black fans who I follow.

IWTV fandom directs a very noticable amount of vitriol towards the cast of color on this show. And yes, this includes the Muslim brown actor who fans see as the source of all their problems apparently. Fans behave like they can pick or choose what is racism or not with the marketing and nominations. Jacob, Delainey and Assad have all been subjected to all kinds of nasty remarks that are racist and colorist before this season even began.

It is possible to care about both anti blackness and racism against South Asians. It's absolutely important that both are addressed. But I guess these fans think that only one of these issues matter while continuing to bootlick a white corporation. It's sad and transparent what's really going on here.

A SECOND IWTV FANDOM READ HAS HIT MY INBOX. I REPEAT A SECOND IWTV FANDOM READ HAS HIT MY INBOX. someone call the fire department y'all trying to burn down my house with this one hold on

first off. idk where all of you are coming from with these good good takes but keep making them and keep reading the hypocritical fuckers in this fandom for filth while you're at it bc you are right and true and correct. we have seen shit on all sides bc having your pet character to hide behind doesn't change the fact that your ass is racist, but there's something about the racism from so-called Sam fans that is like. how do you even come up with that. how do you look at what you just said and think that's ok to post. and most times it is about making the South Asian Muslim actor the big bad, just like how here in the US racist pasty ass motherfuckers hear 'terrorist' and immediately conjure up images of folks from the SWANA region/South Asian subcontinent. it's othering. he's not like us so we can use him as a punching bag and pin everything we think is wrong in the fandom on him

living vicariously through the Jam dynamic................................ anon truer words have never been spoken. i get it. maybe they latched on too hard to the unholy trinity of the Loustat + Claudia family in the early days of s1 before that went down the drain and mother and daughter headed off to Paris and so they love seeing Jacob and Sam interact for promos irl. for those Jam fans who might see this listen to me. i am holding y'all very gently rn. go outside and touch grass there is no fucking reason whatsoever for you to get so delusional about two coworkers/work besties that you will use that to give the corporation propping up the white half in content he is not meant to be submitted for over the other members of the cast a free-for-all pass. no. it's like using fly swatters in this place the amount of messages i've had to delete from my inbox this week bc they all start with some variant of 'but Sam' and i do not have the spoons to answer that foolishness again

jumping all around your ask in terms of the order in which i make these points so i apologize but heading back to the Loustat blogs that have it out for Assad for whatever reason (specifically the ones making SA jokes about Armand)—i remember seeing that post and just being instantly horrified. i'm talking cold sweats level of freaked the fuck out. just bc you think AMC is going to use the shift in main vamp focus to possibly give Armand slightly more screentime that means he's going to replace Louis and therefore you can now wish things i wouldn't wish on my worst enemy on him. what the actual fuck. in my mind there is a spectrum and this shit is on one end and the rabid Marius stans are on the other and they are both equivalently bad. those two are shaking hands in the center over ways to violate and overlook Brown bodies and ykw i'm tired of not naming names so i'll name the ones who made these statements in the first place (note: i'm putting them below the cut at the very end of this ask bc i don't want anyone to be triggered by that kind of vileness as a jumpscare when i still have things left to say. not worth it.)

ykw honestly the obvious attempt to get Black and South Asian IWTV fans to split down the middle over whose blorbo/actor experiences more racism is disgusting. it's just like when they're always trying to get the diaspora (mainly African-Americans + Caribbean people of African descent, although i have seen them get the West African brethren involved) to start infighting over stupid shit bitch when the cops pull us both over they're not going to ask for a geography lesson. they won't ask us if we immigrated or if our family's been here since before the fucking Civil War. they'll shoot us both and call it an encounter where the two of us were resisting and they feared for their fucking life, like they always do. kicking Assad to the curb to lift up Jacob or vice-versa is not going to get you brownie points with the other infinite amount of racists on this hellsite it'll just buy you time until they decide to kick you to the curb when you open your mouth (if you open your mouth) and point out anything about their blorbo + the way AMC is choosing to promote said blorbo. frankly not even bootlicking anymore we're deepthroating that shit all the way to the back no gag reflex. get up. your Islamophobic xenophobic posting and 'pick a side' propaganda is not the slay you think it is

(note: the Armand SA post in question is below this marker. if you think a trigger warning applies, it probably does. stay safe. don't open this shit if you can't handle it. i'll drop the usernames in the comments for extra precaution regardless)

i had to unblock their asses to get this and then i blocked them right back. fuck me for even having to see this again but i did it for a good cause

[bitchy-peachy]

Daily Clicks To Help Daily (among some trusted charities)

I was originally doing this for just my mutuals that I know desperately want to help but don't have the finances for it but since I will schedule reblogs for this daily, I will not shut off reblogs.

Now here I am ruining my bad rep again as an evil witch cos regardless of anything I say I want to help people in need regardless of nay sayers telling me not to. (Personality flaw of mine)

If you want to help Palestine financially this is definitely the place to go. Every click generates money through ad revenue and you can click multiple causes per day on schedule (which explains me scheduling this post)

I click on every single one of the links to generate money for them. They've gotten thousands of $$$$ to help multiple families in need.

Here are all the categories you can click for. It costs you nothing. Just a couple of seconds of your time and that's it. As I said before, you can click ALL of them once daily.

Now on to some charities since I donate around $25 to $50 monthly to these charities (amounting to $200 per month. I prefer donating to charities rather than gofundme asks, especially unvetted ones. I don't like picking or choosing who to help or not because they're scattered in multiple gfm or can even be scamming. So I stick to charities ONLY to crowd help many people at once rather than individual smaller groups)

Not all these charities are for Palestine but I will link them.

!!! DONATIONS GO TO PALESTINE, LEBANON AND JORDAN !!!

!!! TO HELP PALESTINIAN CHILDREN WITH MEDICAL NEEDS !!!

!!! HELP FOR CONGO !!

!!! HELP UKRAINE (and page also links to other charity efforts for countries in need)!!!

!!! HOPE FOR HAITI !!!

!!! HELP AND SAVE THE CHILDREN OF SUDAN !!!

Special note at the end under cut cos post is too long already. For non-mutuals that may have come across this. You don't need to read it but posting it just in case cos this is the only personally made post I'll make addressing this. Warnings for profanity.

I know I get repetitive but you don't have to have endless cash to help people. Just the daily clicks help people out especially when all those clicks come together in masse.

As I said before this was mostly for mutuals who want to help but feel they can't. Wanted them to see that even just a couple of their seconds can help.

Now I'm going back to my regularly scheduled programming of being mean, fandom content and occasional political content that gets people 🤬.

I don't like just spewing online as a form of "help" so I do quietly do charity work even though some racist people claiming to be on a certain side told me to shove my money (I now realized those are just vile right wingers that want people to suffer. Its disgusting what hate does. Don't let trolls take away your humanity. Be smart and not easy to anger like me)

Also don't want any racist assholes that want us ALL to burn touching this post. You make me physically ill no matter how much you lie about caring about any of this. All you do is sow division and make people not want anything to do with these causes and I almost fell down that rabbit hole and

I'm still kicking myself over letting these low lifeforce creatures, cos y'all can't be human, get to me. Sincerely eff off.

I hope others on the fence about helping due to feeling picked out come forward and start helping too as well. (Since I know there's good people out there)

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

So i had this idea of hualianxreader that is very quiet and shy but also touch starved,constantly needs to be touching Xie Lian or Hua Cheng,whether they hold hands or hug,but they're very shy or quiet so some people tend to try and bully them or get annoyed with them

Hold on to Me

Hua Cheng x Reader x Xie Lian

Big ass gif y'all.

Sorry it took so long but I'm here 🙏🙏

____________________________________

You're shy and quiet, rarely ever apart from Xie Lian's and Hua Cheng's side. Often, people think you're mute.

They love you anyways, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng love you dearly and they're happy to be in a relationship with you.

You're always with one of both of them. Constantly.

If you can't be found with Xie Lian you're with Hua Cheng.

Holding his hands as you stroll through ghost city, or in paradise manor clinging to him while you're in his lap.

If he has to deal with certain matters like enemies or something? You're still there holding onto him the whole time.

Hua Cheng enjoys it, he was apprehensive to touch you or Xie Lian at all because he thinks that he's disgusting.

But it feels good to be clung too, to be needed.

He loves to hold your hand or wrap his arm around your hip when you guys walk around

He loves when you settle into his lap like a cat, if he's doing calligraphy lessons.

He loves when he gets to wrap his arms around you in bed and when you try to snuggle so close to him, that you look like you're trying to be ike with him.

When he can't be by you though, you're with Xie Lian

You cling to him just as much. Holding his hands when you guys walk around the heavens, or go on mission.

When he's in the kitchen, cooking and you hug him from behind. Insisting to be with him through every step of the way.

At the end of the day when the two of you wrap up in each other's limbs and your face tucks into his neck.

He enjoys it too.

When both of them are with you, you can't pick one, so you choose both. You hold both of their hands and cling to both of them.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng don't mind your silence, they'll fill it. They love talking to you and you love to listen.

Sometimes you'll speak up and talk, when that happens they don't dare speak. It's not often you talk and they want to hear your voice when they can.

When it comes to other people, you seem mute though. You don't talk at all or barely spare them a glance. That's because you're shy, you can't meet their eyes.

Other people think you're a snob because of this.

In ghost city you're safe. No one would dare touch you. They also know you're just quiet and shy. They care very much about their Chengzhu and his lovers. The ghosts adore you

In the heavens it's different.

You're surrounded by stuck up officials who think they're better than everyone else. They think they deserve the attention, they think they deserve your words.

It's often that heavenly officials get annoyed with you or even try to pick on you.

It never gets far though.

For starters they would have to be very brave to do so, and second, it's very rare to see you without Xie Lian or Hua Cheng.

If these two things don't stop someone from being a prick to you though. It's like their name gets out on a black list.

Because once your lovers find out it's over

You always take it, but they somehow find out anyways. It's like Xie Lian has eyes everywhere

That's because he does

He has plenty of friends in the heavens, even though plenty of people don't like him either.

His friends adore you too so of course they would tell Xie Lian if something happens.

Shi Qingxuan, Pei Ming, Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Prince Tai Hua.

The list is endless here, they all have their eyes on you whether you know it or not.

So you never have to deal with the bullying for very long. For "whatever reason" officials start to avoid you pretty quick.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng will always take care of you and love you no matter how clingy you are. They love you dearly and you have the best lovers ever.☺️

[ghostly-penumbra]

Reflection

Ao3

Summary: Danyal reflects on the mending and burning of bridges.

Inspired by this post.

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Danny stared and stared some more at his phone’s screen, undecided on what he wanted to do.

Somehow, he had seen his brother again.

Damian had grown, just like him, not just in height but as a person.

He was now an established vigilante, a champion of justice in his own right, an ally of the Justice League, fighting evil and protecting the weak.

He was a completely different person from the little boy that had ran him through with a sword at the behest of their grandfather, with a disgusted glare as he stared down at his dying twin.

He was good now.

But in truth, he was the boy that had killed Danny, the brother that he had wrongly trusted, and thought could be on his side.

Danny sighed, dropping his phone in his lap and wondering not for the first time at how they had ended up being so different, already back in the League, how had Damian not been able to see how wrong things were, when they had been raised together, and Danny had realized it early enough? Realize that the soldiers were people, and not just props or tools to be discarded –to be killed – on a whim.

Well, Damian seemed to have realized it by now, been taught better, like all he needed was for someone to talk sense into him.

Why hadn’t Danny’s pleas been enough?

And there was also… their… extended family. Their father, the Batman, and all the people he had brought with him.

Most of them had been… tentative, he would say, in the short time they had interacted. They saw that it was a tense situation and had handled themselves with care, hadn’t pushed Danny, but still showed they would welcome him if he decided to approach. That was nice of them.

The mater of his father, though…

Danny had thought, over and over as he smuggled himself from country to country with mother’s help until they had to cut contact least they be discovered by the League, about seeking his father, the mighty warrior that even his grandfather respected, someone who could protect him from the League.

Then he had found out about Robin, and decided against leaving one child-soldiering life for another.

Then he had met the Fentons, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

(He understood now, though, that the vigilante life didn’t respect ages, and sometimes you just had to step up, because you could, and no one else.)

And now he had the chance to have it all if he wanted. But if he did, it’d have to be everything, he couldn’t be cherry-picking what he wanted and what not, it was all or nothing.

“Nothing it is.” He deleted the number from his phone and the memory of it from his mind, and the slip of paper it had been scribbled on was burnt in green fire along with the communicator Batman had handed him (hesitant, hopeful, beneath his calm façade), and ended up in his trash bin once it stopped radiating heat.

Even if he wanted to have that part of his family, he didn’t want anything with Damian, and he wouldn’t make them choose between the two of them. The Bats were Damian’s and the Fentons Danyal’s, and that was it.

And maybe, just maybe, he would be broken all over again if they all chose his killer over him.

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There is a post on tumblr that uses "Get in the Water" from EPIC: The Musical (my current fixation), where Danyal gives Damian a good scare for having killed him and things spiral from there for the bats. I love it very much.

I don't actually hate Damian or anything (i don't really care for his character, but the bats are a package deal), but as an abused sibling i've always hated with a passion the whole "forgive your abusive sibling uwu, they did't know any better u.u" fuck that noise. Even if they change and grow to be a better person, you don't have to forgive your abusers or be part of their lives so that they feel better. Fuck that very much.

i'm a bit of a hypocrite tho, since my fave is Jason and i forgive him the Titan's Tower incident (but if what i've read about Tim talking shit about Jay after he became Robin is true, then I won't even excuse him. shoulda hit 'im harder. i'll have to check that). alas i also don't care for Tim so i don't really read as much on his relationship with Jason. it's complicated but I wrote what i wanted.

please feel free to leave your opinion! on the subject, on the fic, i'd love to read it!

[idanceuntilidie]

Don't you know who I am?

Male Best friend Yan x Male Reader

TW: yandere themes|Threats| Someone gets their ass kicked. Request are open Dear God I have never been this empty headed, i will try my best to do at least two posts tomorrow.

Cara was quite popular, so he was invited to many parties. People say if Cara doesn’t show up that means the party sucks. Naturally being Caras bestie meant you were usually dragged along, even if you really didn’t want to. There was one time actually where you were falling asleep but the next thing you saw when you opened your eyes were flashing lights and very VERY loud music. At this point people knew that if Cara is invited, so are you. This time you actually wanted to go, surprisingly, because it was a birthday party so naturally there was a birthday cake, good free food and drinks.You didn’t really know the person, so you and Cara bought the gift together. Actually Cara bought it, he insisted that you shouldn’t waste money. You felt kinda bad, but you knew he wouldn’t let that one go.

You didn’t go in anything fancy, plain white shirt with f/c loose pants. It made it easier to blend in, if you were going yourself. You knew Cara would choose something flashy and he did. God, of course he did. Cara wore a very flashy, literally, gold sequin shirt with hot pink flares. It made you slightly self conscious, and well feel underdressed, but on the other side you knew only he was able to pull something like this off.

Cara noticed that and when he saw you he shrieked, complimented you and gave you lots of kisses on your cheeks.

The food wasn’t worth it.

You sat in the corner of the club, munching on whatever you got your hands on. You lost Cara in the crowd, so you ended up alone. Though there was a guy slowly getting closer and closer to you and finally sitting, too close to your comfort.

“Hey sweets, what’s a cutie like you doing all alone huh?” You stopped eating and slowly looked at the guy. Nose scrunching in confusion and disgust you roll your eyes before mumbling. “I lost my best friend in the crowd” “Oh what a horrible friend that is! Leaving you all alone~” Your stomach dropped when he placed a hand on your thigh, but before you even got a chance to say something your eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar flashy gold shirt. Which was walking really fast in your direction.

“Hands off of my boyfriend jackass” “B-Boyfriend?” You squeaked when Cara picked you up and held you protectively.

“Boyfriend huh? Aren’t you Cara? A slut that probably fucked every single person in this room?” You heard Cara scoff, and when you looked up you saw a scowly forming on his face. His manicured nails digged into your skin.

“Y/n cover your ears” And without question you did, you also hid your face in Caras shoulder. “If you don’t fucking leave right now, I am going to skin and gut you like a pig.” Cara hissed at the man. He put you down, caressing your head and he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

Cara walked in front of the guy that was harassing you and beat the shit out of him. By the time you actually looked in that direction you saw the man trying to crawl away from your best friend, and Cara spitting at him.

It was horrible, but the problem was solved, police were called; Cara explained the situation and you both drove home. You don’t think you could sleep with that image engraved in your mind. But there was also another small thought screaming in the back of your mind.

“Boyfriend?”

“Boy friend, silly. I mean I could be your partner if you wanna” you heard him chuckle, it made you smile.

“Nah” You closed your eyes, hoping that you won’t dream about the guy from the party. Slowly drifting off to sleep you didn’t hear Cara mumble,

“Haha yeah, you will change your mind sooner or later.”

[hell-drabbles]

Mammon 3

Summary: You had a midnight craving and get up for snacks. While you're munching in the dark, Mammon walks right in. With underwear this time. Huh. He actually listened to you.

(Yay Embittered Companion and Mammon interactions! It's really fun to have people talking while they're drinking, for some reason. There's a certain level of intimacy that I like from this.)

Sleep easily evades you when you're sleeping on a bed that just wasn't your own. The mattress in this guest room just didn't have that dip that wrapped around your form, and the blankets were of textures you just weren't used to.

All this discomfort kept you away, and because you were kept awake, you got hungry.

So, here you are, grabbing a bag of snacks from a fancy cabinet made of gold, and relaxing under a single light in this huge and echoing kitchen.

It's nice. The air was cold enough and the floor was perfectly heated. While it was dark beyond that singular light, enough of the moon's light shined through the windows to keep you from feeling isolated and alone.

You were just going to munch, clean up, and then enjoy this time by your lonesome.

But, this is Hell, and rarely do you get anything you want, especially when you're around the ever-wanted Ra-on.

Mammon walked through the door, his gold eyes and golden horn failing to blend in the darkness. Though, that's about all you can see.

"Oh." A simple utterance from his lips, like he didn't expect you to be here.

"Hmm." You sighed through your nose then looked away. And here you thought you could have a rare moment to yourself.

Yes, yes, this is his place. He has every right to roam as he pleases, but… You've seen him walk around naked on more than one occasion, so you never look forward to encountering him at night.

You were content to ignore him, to just let him walk to the fridge for whatever he wants, but instead, he stepped into the limelight. He leaned against table you're at, blatantly staring at your face with a mischievous smile on his.

He didn't say anything. Just stared, and waited while you ignored him.

Eventually, you sighed again and looked over.

"What do you–" then, something white caught your attention, "Oh. You're wearing underwear. Huh."

His smile grew wider and he stood back to his full height. "Well, why wouldn't I be wearing them? Didn't you tell me to do so?"

Ah, that you did, in a haze of disgust and annoyance.

"I did," you opened a bottle and poured your drink into a clean glass, "I didn't think you'd listen. Isn't Ra-on the master to give you orders?"

Mammon walked away but continued talking. "You still think of me like that? As someone that ignores the voices of his possess–" He stopped just as he placed a glass of his own on the table. He cleared his throat. "As someone that picks and chooses who to listen and who to ignore?"

Lackluster recovery there, Mammon. But, you're not in the mood to nitpick.

"Does that come with the king territory?" you raised an eyebrow, but poured the bottle in your hand into his glass, "But, you have been listening to me, so I guess no. I don't really think of you that way. Would've left the room as soon as you came in."

"Oh?" Mammon picked up the glass and swirled the drink around, "You wouldn't have picked up the nearest vase and throw it at my near my face as a warning? And here I thought my every action made you angry to no end. Shame. In a way, I almost miss it."

You took a long sip and tipped your head back to enjoy the flavor. "I'm not a constant ball of anger, Mammon. I know when to pick and choose my outbursts. Besides, you don't actually make me all that angry, at least not all the time."

Honestly, compared to the others, Mammon's the one you get angry at the least. Well, among the kings anyway. You never got angry at Ppyong. Not even once.

"Though, ever since that day, on our first meeting, you haven't shown that fierce and loud anger towards me," Mammon put down his drink and leaned against the counter, "So, I have to ask, what did I do to tip you off to that extent?"

You crunched into chip and nearly bit your cheek. You breathed in, then out.

"…whenever anyone wants something out of a specific person, the first thing they do is tell them how special they are," had it been Leviathan or Satan asking you these questions, you would've ignored them and go back to your room, "how so much better they are to the rest of the people they've ever met. Not to actually get to know the person, but to get to that specific end result faster, because any other method would lead to that person saying no to you. It reeks of everything I hate in a person, that blatant disrespect."

"But, if all parties are willing, then does it really matter? Seems to me that you were quite petty, on that day." His smile was still wide, still swimming of the afterglow of sex and the cool embrace of the night with a chilled beer at hand.

Your glass clinked loudly on the table.

"You don't respect the previous encounters you've had," fine, fine, you'll quite beating around the bush, "'Oh, all the other humans are boring but you, you're the special one, and doesn't that make you feel good? That I don't care for other humans unless they interest me in a way that's convenient for me?' That's what you sounded like to me. And that pissed me off, because I've had to deal with other shitheads like you on a daily basis, because Ra-on was was unconscious and sick and you decided that this would be the perfect situation to make a move! Why wouldn't I be pissed?!"

Ah, just remembering that day makes you want to grind your teeth. You remember waking up and seeing this devil attempting to crawl into the same bed as Ra-on. Took you everything you had to grab at his robes and yank him away from his bed. He sat on a chair instead, and you thought that was that, but then he started saying those words, emphasizing the special aspects of Ra-on while calling the other humans, the lower humans boring for reacting in a perfectly human manner.

You can't stand anything or anyone who takes "special" to mean "better than everyone." To have value depend on the existence of lower statuses.

Mammon's eyes were wide, taken aback at your rush of words.

You relaxed your jaw and practically deflated into a chair. It's too late for this.

"So, yeah," you took another sip just to refresh your voice, "I just didn't like the way you spoke, speaking like Ra-on was above human beings, while insulting other human for being themselves."

"I see. You love humans as much as I love all that belongs to me." He laughed as though he discovered something amusing.

"Yeah? No shit. I come from them, Mammon," Yeah, you get disgusted by the absolute abyss that is human greed and apathy, but kindness is the backbone of it all. Kindness is as stubborn as the horrors that threaten to consume it. And, as such, you refuse to lose faith in your own kind. You refuse to let anyone put down humans just so they can elevate one person above all others.

"I suppose I too would be insulted if you loved only one thing of my vast wealth while calling everything else boring."

Mammon finally pulled out a chair and sat down. Noisily, he scooted until he was next to you, though you had enough space to stretch out your arms. He downed his drink in one go and and tapped his glass against the bottle. He winked at you when you poured.

"Well, as long as you listen." You sighed. "Pretty glad that you do listen, actually."

Otherwise, you wouldn't let Mammon near Ra-on in the first place, nor would you let Ra-on entertain the thought of seeking this king out. He's… tolerable to an extent.

"Though I might do it again," Mammon looked away for a moment with a sly smile before looking back to you, "will you be there to correct me if I slip up?"

"No," your voice was flat but you couldn't help the smile, "you're a grown devil. You can learn by yourself."

"Then I guess I'll have to chase you for that lesson," Mammon raised his drink.

"Good luck with that, bastard."

You both clinked your glasses together and drank.

[shokomilks]

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) You are the best thing that happened in my peaceful life - Neutral Reader - Chapter 1: Who is Aoi?

(Y/N) dies brutally before graduating from high school, full of regrets and a bitter taste of not having enjoyed enough, your receives a second chance, and this time, with Shigeo by your side (Sorry If the gender is not neutral, let me know anything)

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Harassment trigger alert, I almost rape, but I didn't have the courage to write it. I promise not to write about this anymore, but I would like to write about a fear I have in some of my writing lol

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There was (Y/N), sitting at they desk, scrolling through the Instagram page with so much disinterest, Isabel LaRosa was playing in his ears (I really like writing that mentions songs that sort of “immerse” the story, I'll try to leave some while writing :), LISTEN TO I DON'T FORGIVE YOU, I discovered her today but she's so good HOLY SHIT), in the background of the headphones at a really loud volume, murmurs from you classmates excited for the upcoming graduation they were quite clear

“Paraninfo wasn’t what I wanted”

“Can I stop by your house after graduation?”

“Are you going with a partner?”

You just wanted it all to happen, it wasn't horrible, but there wasn't any considerable good experience, you knew the truth, you knew that everything you experienced would be a “good memory”, as the older people said, you knew that your friends would disappear over time, only work and solitude would be left for you, so you didn't try to make many connections or anything remarkable. They could get along very well with your colleagues, but you would easily be mistaken for a plant cause could be so quiet.

The bell rings, signaling that another day has passed, (Y/N) picked up they things, throwing them awkwardly into you backpack, the end of the year was leaving quite exhausted, so many worries and few solutions coming at once, the only desire that felt like throwing yourself on the bed and sleeping listening to your playlist. As he threw his backpack on his shoulders, feeling the weight of his notebooks, he quickly headed towards the exit.

The day wasn't bad, a pleasant weather, teenagers leaving school en masse, (Y/N) followed her usual path, several thoughts surrounded her mind “Which college to go to?” “Will I have money to shell out or did I get my scholarship?” “And employment?” “Did I choose something that makes me money?” “Was this really what I wanted?” But his thoughts stopped when “Sex, Drugs, Etc” reached you ears, you increased the volume even though you knew it was wrong to use headphones at high altitudes, and you just enjoyed the ride home, feeling the breeze hit your face, almost taking you along, as if taking all the worries away

But nothing good lasts long, an older man bumped into you, almost knocking you down

- Be careful where you walk - he said, quite irritated.

- Sorry - You mutter, trying to get out of there, but your wrist is caught in a big grip, which makes you look at the figure, it was a man with little hair on his head, very gray you would say, with fair skin and full of hair

- Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't go unaccompanied

- Leave me, please

- I'll guide you to where you need to go - he starts dragging you in some direction, you can't identify it, the grip only increased and all you wanted was to get out of that situation

- Seriously, there's no need for so much kindness, just let me go - you tried to let go again, but there was no use, your heart was already almost leaving you, your breathing was unregulated, countless scenarios flashed through your mind, none of them good.

This man takes you to a car parked not far away, throws you inside, not wasting much time to touch you under your clothes, your voice was no longer there, you were no longer there, your brain tried to calm you down about all of this, trying to think about other things, but the touch of that disgusting thing took away any attempt to forget that all of this was happening, until he pulled down his pants, revealing... you know. You screamed, your brain forced you to scream the loudest he could, throwing himself at the door to try to open it. He tried to make some scandal that would save you, but all that happened was that he forcefully gave you a pill, little by little you senses disappeared and your vision became increasingly dark.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the car, you were lying on a soft bed, you could still feel his touch on your body, which made you feel sick, you sat up, trying to process where you were, you were in a room, but it wasn't yours, the person who lived there had good taste, this person liked the same series and anime as you, don't get distracted, you thought. Your vision falls to your feet, not that you paid attention to them, you were trying to understand the situation, where you were, why you were here, did that idiot take you to his own house? Your breathing was already becoming unregulated again, your heart wanting to stop, but your thoughts were cut off by a feminine scream.

- Aoi, go down to eat your coffee, today is your first day of school, you can't be late!! - a voice echoes from outside the door, you are perplexed, “who is this woman?” “Who is Aoi?” Finally, your vision focused on your feet, the shoes at the foot of the bed perfectly aligned, the floor with a velvety brown carpet, a loud knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts, or rather precise analysis about the floor

- Am I going to have to pull you out of bed Aoi? - You blink slightly, your index finger unconsciously points at you, hissing a “Me?” between the lips

- And who else would it be? Let's go quickly, if you're not going to be late - the woman says, closing the door, making it possible to hear her short steps hurriedly descending the stairs.

When looking to the side, the Japanese uniform was visible hanging on the hanger, without much questioning you change, looking around the room trying to find a phone and a backpack, you see a cell phone and a blue backpack plugged into the charger like students usually do. use in anime. You take them, rummaging through your backpack for headphones, a smile appears on your face when you see that you have headphones available, as you leave the room changed, with a backpack, a cell phone and headphones that don't belong to you, (Y/N) carefully goes down the stairs, trying to see the house, it was a simple house, without many decorations, it was visible sitting at the table eating quickly that woman, with brown hair tied in a loose bun, dressed in office clothes, upon noticing the look on the back of her head, she looks up at your direction, waving happily to come down soon

You quickly sit down at the table, trying to eat the omelet that was on the table, despite feeling sick.

- So… i have school today?

- Yes honey

- How do I get there? - She looks at you seriously, sighing loudly

- Did you forget again? Just put the name of the school on Google maps and walk there

- I... forgot the name of the school... and also my password

- In the second drawer of the desk in the living room, your password is written down, I don't know how you always forget it - she said, getting up with the now empty plate, heading towards the kitchen, most likely to leave your plate - and Aoi - you murmur in answer - Paprika High School, you only chose it because it seemed like the coolest spice to talk about, since all the schools here have some spice in their name

- Oh, Yeah, I forget that haha ​​- (Y/N) said, as you got up trying to find the second drawer in that desk, when you saw the desk in the corner of the room next to the TV, you bend down and find a notebook scribbled on it. cover “Aoi”, it must be this one after all, when leafing through the pages you find a page “Cell phone passwords”, several scribbled passwords, you find one circled in red with a small note next to it “This is the new one!!”, that’s it. it would be enough, when you take the notebook with you to the table, you pick up your cell phone and enter the newly discovered password, it was really her.

A wallpaper of Gojo and Geto was visible, several applications were cluttered on the screen, but then you would explore calmly, you had to find Google Maps, when you found it you quickly typed the name of the school, entering a quick walking route

- Thanks - you sigh, you were afraid of not going to school for Aoi, when everything was sorted out you wouldn't have to deal with scolding from your mother

- You're welcome honey - she approaches, placing a kiss on your cheek - Have a great day at school - she leaves the house, leaving you alone in that new environment, without wasting time you also leave, grabbing a pair of keys with a caterpie keychain on the keychain, it would definitely be Aoi's, so you locks the door when you leaves and heads to school

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When you arrived at school, you didn't really know where to look for Aoi's class, so you went to the list of class, but there was a problem, what was Aoi's last name? So you searched your bag for some document, when you found your wallet, you abruptly opened it, finding your document “Aoi Suzuki”.. okay, now find it in the list, after searching a lot you find Aoi in class 1-B. Once the room that belonged to it was found, it was time to find where it would be. You enter the school, looking for the “1-B” signs, when you find them you go in looking for seats, but most of them were occupied, so you sit somewhere empty, some people were already making friends and fitting in, you preferred not to interfere, taking Aoi's cell phone to explore this person's life better. Your tastes were actually similar, after looking at some apps you found Notepad as one of the apps you used recently, they had countless notes from Aoi, so to kill time you decided to open some.

“I always thought that nothing new happened, I always told my colleagues that “Nothing's New” was my song, after my father abandoned my family and my mother got busy with her job, the routine that continued more and more never broke , but by some miracle, my mother decided that living in Seasoning City, maybe a change of scenery wouldn't be so bad after all. I luckily managed to get into Paprika school, this reminds me of the movie besides the spice, I thought it was a very interesting name, well, they released my new room, I'll be able to write in my notebook again, see ya ;)”

Journal? What notebook was she talking about? Could it be in backpack? Without wasting time with many questions, you quickly look through backpack, taking all notebooks and placing them on the table to search, and nothing, with each notebook opened more and more blank pages appeared before your eyes “It should only be in the room” you sigh tiredly, throw the notebooks back into your backpack, seeing the teacher in charge arrive with a folder in his arms.

- Ok ok, new school, new colleagues, I want everyone to introduce themselves when I call them - everyone agrees in unison.

You don't even care much about the students, after all you would try to get out of this situation quickly, Aoi is called after about 6 students introduce themselves, you quickly get up and say shallow things like your name, that you are excited about the new year to come and you wants support from everyone, things that protagonists would say. More people introduce themselves, some saying great monologues, others saying the same as you, until the teacher says a name you would never expect to hear “Shigeo Kageyama”, the sound of a chair dragging was heard behind you, a sudden turn was made to see his colleague from behind, it was him, it was really him.

When you were about twelve or thirteen years old you discovered the anime “Mob Psycho 100”, and it touched you in a different way, the animation, the story were simply incredible, but something that marked you beyond these factors was the protagonist, a big Your crush on him was formed during your years as a fan, such a kind and cute boy was something you would like to have in your life, but impossible, until now, the most boyish haircut, the nervous way of speaking, the fair skin and dark eyes, it was him, without a doubt.

Before he could see you, you abruptly turn forward with extremely flushed cheeks, a confused face and an unprepared heart, “I'm sorry Aoi but now you've lost the chance of your life, WAIT DON'T THINK LIKE THAT” as you manage to normalize your breathing , your thoughts became clearer, and your goals defined. You would become friends with Shigeo Kageyama, try to understand why you was Aoi, and try to make the most of it.

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Thanks for reading, mob not have a much fanfics, so this motivated me a writing. Anyway, see you later 🐳

[egg-emperor]

I think if there wasn't such a stigma and negative connotation applied to fetishes, where people act like they're inherently predatory and that those that have them have no respect for people or their boundaries when it comes anyone that can potentially fulfill said fetish, then accusations of things being fetishes even in cases where they aren't wouldn't matter

Like I do have a bunch of fetishes and they're not just preferences that influence what I'm attracted to, they're fetish status and I think that's fine. I'm not ashamed and I'm very chill about everyone else's too because I don't react or judge based on disgust factor and I know they're not inherently immoral to have, no matter what they are. It doesn't rule or control how you act and embracing them doesn't inhibit you from being good to others and not involving people who don't want to be involved

I know that I have certain ones where people will assume it says something about my morals and whether I'll respect people/be sensible around things that can appeal to and fulfill them (Example: body type) but I know it's not true for myself and many others. It does stop me from being as open as I'd like to be about them to the point I'm always on the fence with promoting one of my other blogs but I'm not ashamed, I just don't want drama from close-minded people

Most people have fetishes, I feel like it's very rare not to yet 98% of people aren't just going around dehumanizing anyone that could potentially entertain them and being inappropriate with people who didn't consent just on the basis of having them. And you don't just pick them and you can't choose to just switch them off, when it comes to people having issues with certain kinds existing at all lol. You can only choose how you go about it and whether you'll respect people's boundaries and not physically bring them into it if they don't agree to it

My fetishes do seep into concepts I create a lot and if too explicit and obvious they go on the appropriate blogs or the appropriate tags. I'm using a character to fulfill it who happens to fit the bill very well. And if someone accuses me of dehumanizing real life people, despite not even seeing how I can be respectful and sensible around those who could potentially entertain them, then I think they're just silly and it doesn't bother me. Fetishes aren't inherently predatory and dehumanizing and people are still capable of respecting real people and keeping things fantasy/only physically involving people when they consent

And it's because of this that when I see someone go "Um this person fetishized XYZ they're a bad person", it doesn't matter to me and I don't need them to insist that it isn't one for it to be okay. I understand that sometimes it isn't and someone is being wrongfully accused but I think that would be met much less negatively if it hadn't been so stigmatized. So instead I'm like "Alright, so what if it is a fetish for them?" if I can see that they're clearly sensible and respectful and safe and sane and consensual about it Idc. Go be free and get your rocks off however you want then, that's awesome I support you

[asofterepilogue]

I've seen people criticise triangle strategy's golden route as too convenient, too naïve, and one time as "the centrist choice", and I couldn't disagree more.

sure, it's annoying that you can only get the perfect option if you make some very specific choices earlier, some of which really don't fit together (I can't imagine why someone who would otherwise so consistently choose the (feasible) moral option would so easily choose to help smuggle salt with no knowledge of who's buying it or why). and it's extra annoying that roland's and benedict's absolutely disgusting takes are just swept under the rug like that.

but the fact that serenoa refuses to pick one of three questionable options because they're the ones presented to him, comes up with a way to deal with every issue at hand, and then convinces everyone else it can't not be attempted simply because it seems hard? I really, really loved that. I don't think there's anything centrist about it, I don't think it's so convenient if feels like a reach, and I don't think it's too naïve for a video game. maybe things would never work out like that in reality, but I don't subscribe to the idea that stories have to be as bleak as reality is or might seem, and if anything I think it's better when they aren't.

TLDR my smart kind and brave video game blorbo isn't a dirty centrist and there's nothing wrong with a happy ending 😤

[alice-after-dark]

So...the falling out (ft. why Vox is in Hell)

(Getting this out of the way, I have VERY mixed feelings about Valentino. On one hand, he is a great character. On the other had, he is an absolutely horrible person and I just can't bring myself to like him the way I love Vox and Velvette. I am very interested in seeing what the show does with him and how he is handled, considering the concept is all about redemption and the dude has done some pretty heinous shit)

But ultimately this post is about Alastor and Vox and their falling out and what - or rather who - caused it.

TW for implied sexual abuse, abusive relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, and other canon-typical triggers. Also gonna put homophobia with the disclaimer that Alastor doesn't actually mean it that way, but that's how Vox hears it. Perceived homophobia is more accurate. This also technically contains StaticMoth but I'm not tagging it because it's not exactly in favor of the relationship and I don't want to dump it into the tag of people who enjoy the ship.

See, while Alastor may be a serial killer, we see that he has his own twisted moral compass, so someone like Valentino rubs him in all the wrong ways. He greatly dislikes the moth and detests the idea of any association with him.

Vox on the other hand, well, scumbags are a dime a dozen in his industry. From his perspective, it's just something that comes with the territory, a necessary evil. You want to succeed in this industry? You put up with some nasty behavior. So when he sees Valentino rising to power and creating his own empire, he only sees the business potential. His industry has already well trained him to turn a blind eye to things like Valentino's unsavory nature for the sake of progress and his own success. How he feels about things on a personal level doesn't matter. The industry doesn't care about your sensitive little morals (will probably expand on this further in a different post, but I do believe that Vox learned the hard way that no one cares and you have to do what you have to do to get ahead).

So when Vox initially proposes an official partnership, Alastor is actually down...until he learns Valentino will be a part of the package. This leads to them arguing, Alastor basically telling Vox he has to choose between them, the first time Alastor calls Vox a "pathetic sell out," and the Radio Demon flat out accusing him of whoring himself out to Valentino for a business deal (this one particularly hurts because, again, the idea of sleeping with someone to get a better deal is just par the course for Vox. He's learned to push down those feeling of self-disgust and now here Alastor is dragging them out into the spotlight and shaming him for it). Alastor utterly refuses to be associated with Valentino and is disgusted that Vox would even entertain the thought and this ultimately ends with a fight and them parting ways, both feeling self-righteous, betrayed, and offended by the other.

And Valentino, having witnessed the entire thing and ever one to take advantage of a situation, gets his claws deep into a VERY insecure and hurt Vox by just reinforcing that Alastor never cared about him and was just using him for entertainment.

"But don't worry, Voxxy. I care about you..."

And now Vox, who has spent his entire human life hiding that his attraction extended to men as well as women and is desperately looking for comfort after losing someone he allowed himself to care very deeply about, falls right into the moth's trap, ironically getting himself into one of those situations he always turned a blind eye to (it is Hell after all and what is Hell without ironic suffering?).

Meanwhile Alastor has lost one of the few demons he viewed as a true ally and friend and to make it sting all the more he lost them to someone like Valentino. The very idea that Vox picked a disgusting creature like Valentino over him is crushing. He feels used, discarded, and worthless (which is a state ripe for some bad deal making, wouldn't you say?).

Tis all for now. Would love to hear people's thoughts on this!

[despairmakoto]

Sometimes I think about an AU where the apocalypse didn't happen and the students graduated normally sort of like how they do in the V3 after-story minigame. Despite everything Makoto never really figured out any special skills or talents while he was at Hope's Peak, and Togami graduated the same way he was before: a cold and reserved young man who means business. The tragedy not happening made the two like oil and water; they would come close to eachother but never close enough to form any sort of real bond. Togami was simply not interested in making a friend, and Makoto didn't seem to be of any use for him. He heads off to live his life as the head of his (mostly still alive) family while Makoto decides to settle down and get himself a small apartment above a local bar and work as a bartender down below. It's a regular job but he's satisfied with it, and he can be social when he wants to.

A few years pass. Togami learns that things aren't quite as they seem for him. Due to the nature of his identity his father still is a major deciding factor over everything he does, including picking and choosing who he is to procreate with for the next generation's heir. Life is tense and shameful and he feels tricked. He's had a few children at this point but he doesn't get to see them, as when they're born they're essentially shipped off to be trained for the future battle they'll need to survive to have even a chance at becoming the next heir. He feels miserable and bitter; he hates the world and the people in it. Things feel bleak and he feels like more of an asset to his so-called retired father than the head of a conglomerate. Things get particularly bad when he finds out that the sires of his offspring were determined through a sort of bidding process. Disgusted and offended, he decides to head out into the city to get away from his family and the cold life he lives, even if for just one night.

He wanders around that evening, looking for a place to settle. Fate draws him toward a fairly commonplace but nice enough looking bar when it starts to rain, unforeseen. He enters to see the bar is empty today other than the bartender, who he doesn't immediately recognize. It isn't until said bartender raises his head to look over and cheerfully calls out his name that he realizes it's one of his old classmates. Togami solemnly and professionally wipes the rain from his glasses and goes to take a seat at one of the random tables that aren't immediately next to the bar. "Togami-kun, it's me, Naegi...! Don't you remember me? It's been a while, huh..." Makoto is rambling a bit while he wipes out glasses for later use; Togami listens to him without eye contact or any real show of acknowledgement, like a cat ignoring his owner without the flick of his ears. He doesn't respond to the other man until he is properly settled. "Yes, I remember you��just barely. I had to think for a moment, though. I don't usually waste my time recalling the names or faces of the unimpressive 99%." Togami scalds, but he is only met with a laugh. "You're still like that, Togami-kun...?" Makoto jests, teasingly. Togami sneers a bit. "Like what? And stop calling me that. We aren't children."

[ryker-writes]

Jaxon Crowley's Birthday Interview

(Image made with this picrew)

Jaxon Crowley's masterlist

Happy Birthday!

Ah...thanks.

You look nice! It's not often we see you dressed in white.

For good reason. It's not my color. I much prefer darker clothes, but apparently you have to dress like this if it's your birthday.

Is someone making you wear it?

Not exactly. If I was being forced, I simply wouldn't do it. But...Riddle and Deuce were hounding me about it being necessary for my birthday.

So you wore it for them?

...

I wore it so they'd stop hounding me about it. Clothes hardly matter to me anyway. I could wear scraps and I'd be fine.

But doesn't it feel nice to be dressed for your birthday?

I've never particularly cared for my birthday. It might as well just be a normal day.

Do you normally not celebrate your birthday?

No. I've never seen much of a point to it. Though I usually don't have people who want to celebrate it with me either. Even when I was younger, my birthday was never a big deal.

I would've thought Crowley would've thrown a big party for you.

When I was really young, he did. Though the parties got smaller as the years went by. Can't say I mind it too much.

Has he said anything to you today?

He not-so-discreetly shoved a card under my room door that had some guitar picks inside with some designs on them. Leona caught him trying to sneak out of Savanaclaw.

That was nice of him. Have you gotten any other presents?

Deuce got me some sunglasses for the bright lights, Leona got me some new golden earrings, Silver got me a star projector that even shows constellations, and Riddle managed to transfer a bunch of books, including textbooks, into audio form for me.

It sounds like each of them put a lot of thought into their gifts.

It's good. I much prefer things I'll actually use rather than stuff that will just sit around.

That makes a lot of sense. Now...I do have a few questions to ask you for the interview.

Go ahead.

If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose?

That one's not too difficult. I'd pick Deuce. We're already similar enough, and he's not annoying. We get along pretty well and he's already similar to a younger sibling to me. If not Deuce, I'd pick the little fighter.

Little fighter?

Epel. He's the little fighter. Tiny, but he's got bite to him.

What's your favorite food?

Sushi. I generally like all kinds of seafood, but sushi is the best. Especially nigiri, even more so if it's shrimp. Anytime I go to the Mostro Lounge, I get some type of shrimp.

What about your least favorite food?

Avocados. They taste disgusting. My mother used to try and get me to eat them all the time when I was young. I guess hating avocados is one of the things me and my dad have in common.

Can you tell us more about what your parents were like when you were young? Perhaps a different side to the Headmage?

When I was really young me and him used to get along. But I was so young that I hardly have any memories of it. I spent most of my time with my mother or the ghosts of Night Raven College.

You know the ghosts well?

More like they know me well. They've known me basically my entire life. In fact, I spent a lot of time in Ramshackle. It was a nice area to just relax. I had hoped I could relax in it again when I returned, but then I found out about you and the cat...

You're always welcome to come over!

I'll keep that in mind.

I only have one more question for you. If you were to join any dorm other than Savanaclaw, which dorm would you choose?

Probably Ignihyde. Those guys know how to keep to themselves and they aren't very demanding. No one there is going to try and boss me around. Ignihyde students barely talk to me now anyway.

Alright! Thank you for the interview! And happy birthday again!

Yeah, thanks.

Bonus Special Ryker Facts About Jaxon!

Jaxon is probably my favorite oc out of them all. I have many ocs in many different universes, but I carry Jaxon with me to almost all of them. There's a Genshin Impact Jaxon, Honkai Star Rail Jaxon, Legend of Zelda Jaxon, DnD Jaxon, and so many more! He originally started as a vague concept of an oc, but developed into a full fledged oc about a year ago! I thought I'd share some little facts about Jaxon that we didn't know, or I haven't fully dived into yet!

Jaxon's original design was much different than he is today. In fact, he was originally made for the DC comic universe. His first design looked a bit different, but still had the core parts of his personality and his delinquency arc. His early design actually had wavy black hair and light blue eyes. In his early designs, he actually had a sister named Sophia who also had black hair, but brown eyes instead. She often tried to set him on the right path and was very stubborn, but was one of the few people he cared about.

Another thing I wanted to mention about Jaxon is his struggles with schoolwork. This is something that's very consistent regardless of what universe he's in, and there's actually a reason why he struggles so much. Jaxon has dyslexia, but teachers in the past just sort of gave up on him or found him too difficult to work with, and he pushed them away. Because of this, he never officially got tested and still struggles with it sometimes.

Jaxon's character is one that I've always felt works best in my favorite dynamic of light and dark, or the good and bad dynamic. While Jaxon isn't all bad, he certainly has a lot of negative traits and a lot of trauma weighing on his mind. While he's capable of functioning on his own, he wouldn't do well with someone who is equally as negative as him. That is why Jaxon leans towards people who are seen as good or more positive. It balances him out well.

He's by far my favorite oc and I will forever be grateful for all of you for supporting my writings about him, and loving him just as much as I do! It always makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying him, talking about him, or even making artwork of him! It really makes me feel so special! And we've made it to a year since Jaxon's official creation! It's odd because I almost feel like he's my son and he's growing up so fast. It's amazing to watch how he's developed in this past year, and I'm very happy with him!

[queentheweeb]

Male Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader

A/N: This takes place directly after Avatar 1, so Ronal is male and is Olo'eyktan who has yet to pick his Tsahik

Ronal= Ron'ek

Tonowari= Toni'va

Part 2, Final

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You were sitting on your Tsurak and scratching your head, thinking to yourself about the people of the forest. You were glad that they were able to defeat the sky people. Ron'ek's father, the leader of the Metkayina, went to help Toruk Makto and was injured, losing an arm, which he thinks was worth it. 

"Me losing an arm means nothing. My people and all of the forest Na'vi were saved."

He never had any ill will towards Jake because he chose to betray his whole species to be here and protect a home that hated him at first. He would forever have your respect as well. That was a few months ago, and thankfully, Ron'ek didn't push; well, that's because he didn't have time. With his father's sudden retirement, he was now the Olo'eyktan at the age of 23, and he didn't have a mate, no one to want to call his Tsahik. However, everyone seemed to think that Toni'va was the best candidate and that he would choose her. She was perfect in every sense of the way. She was tall, thin, beautiful, a great warrior, and extremely popular, which made her arrogant and believed many were beneath her. The two of you used to be friends until she got popular, and it all got to her head; now you were her enemy. You didn't have time for her and her gang of friends, so you kept to yourself. 

"Those nets aren't going to weave themselves." You side-eyed the mess out of Toni'va; she was so confident that she was going to be Tsahik that she was already acting like it; it didn't help that everyone listened to her as well. How fucking annoying. You liked that English cuss word you heard Jake and the sky people use. It describes an intense feeling of annoyance, disgust, wonder, or surprise,,, and she was intensely annoying you.

"She is thick all over, so I expect her to be slow." They all giggled before disappearing to do whatever. You pulled on your ear since the sounds they made made it hurt, and you shook your head because it felt like it reverberated through your kuru. You glanced down at your body before rolling your eyes. You liked to eat, and besides, you weren't weak, far from it. Your body is strong, allowing you to be the best hunter. Personally, you believed you were better than Toni'va, and you had curves too...you just had big everything, stomach rolls when you sat, thighs spreading, and needing more support for your chest. You weren't slim, but you were beautiful and strong. 

"She's so annoying." You turned to your best friend/tsumke, who never switched up on you smiling at her. 

"She is, but it's okay. Maybe when she and Ro'nek finally mate, she will stop being like that...or get worse. Only Eywa will know." The idea of her being with Ro'nek made your stomach twist and turn, making you nauseous. He deserved better; he can do better. 

"I pray to Eywa three times a day that he wakes up and chooses someone else. Everyone is so confident it's her, and watch it be someone we don't expect." You had to agree with her, everyone always spoke but, him. He would always change the conversation, avoid the questions, and avoid being alone with her. You noticed all this, but it seemed no one else did, or they were delusional. Probably both. Probably thought he was being mysterious or something else. How naive of them.

"Speaking of him, here he comes back from a hunt. Grab a net and start weaving." She did as instructed, the two of you picking up the pace of the weaving while having an idle conversation. From the corner of your eye, you saw Toni'va approaching him, so you lost interest. It shouldn't bother you that she's talking to him, but...you did kind of like him a little more than you're supposed to but never entertained it since he had too many suitors and you weren't at the top. You're allowed to dream, though. 

"How was the hunt, Olo'eyktan?" Her voice was sickly sweet it had you cringing a bit, her voice was naturally not that high-pitched. It wasn't deep but, it wasn't grating either, how could anyone stand to listen to her?

"It was good, thanks for asking. The jewelers need help. Go collect jewels, and Toni'va, go help collect herbs with the collectors." You saw her head nod, and all of them disappeared, giggling to themselves. He didn't even smile or smirk at them! He had a straight face! It's been a long time since you've seen him smile, a twitch of the lips, a small grin, but the full-blown smile you remember from childhood? Yeah, it's been a long time. You continued to weave feeling eyes burning into you, you looked forward seeing no one, and then turned your head to the left locking eyes with Ron'ek who didn't look away at being caught. You startled, blinking at him as he just...stared.

"What's he looking at..." Your friend was not his biggest fan, and you said nothing as you stared at each other. After a few seconds, you gave him a half-smile, returning to your work. If you would've looked at him a little longer, you would've caught his smirk, but he left the two of you alone to do whatever he needed to do. "That was weird."

"He is weird, isn't he?" It came out much fonder than you intended, but all was well. You don't hate him, never did, you liked the man.

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You were going to lose your mind; you were. Toni'va was insufferable on this hunting trip, all of you were hunting an Akula and she kept spraying water in your face, getting in front of you, and tapping your Tsurak to make you fall and swerve. You already got hissed at, and you were close to just going back and handling the Olo'eyktan's wrath or whatever he was going to say. You always wondered why he never reprimanded her or said anything to her. Did he even notice her? He must not watch her if he doesn't notice what she does.

"Be still!" All of you stopped moving at his command, and you needed to breathe and focus on hunting Nalutsa since it was easier and more abundant than Akula. Letting Toni'va ruin your concentration wasn't going to help anyone here. It was silent as you and the others watched for his command and did as instructed. He wanted you with him for whatever reason, and you refused to look at Toni'va, who was glaring at you. When you got next to him, he gave you an unreadable expression, reminding you that even as children, he was always closed off. 

"What do you need me to do?" He glanced over your face, searching for...something.

"Follow my lead." You nodded, and just as instructed, you were right behind him, weaving along the coral reef, and in the distance, you saw your prey. You watched his eyes and head, noticing the shift, and followed along. All of you knew what to do already, so it wasn't long before the Nalutsa was slaughtered, and all of you hooked the beast onto your Tsuraks to bring it to the cooks. You would help since that was sometimes part of your job or if you wanted to. Once everyone was hooked up, he led everyone, and both you and Toni'va were up in the front. She was side-eyeing you before turning to Ron'ek, speaking sickly sweet to him. There goes your ears.

"So...what did you think of our performance today?" You knew she was asking about herself without saying it. You missed the old Toni'va, she was so much more genuine, unless this was the real her and you were blind to it before.

"Everyone did well." Nothing else was said, and you saw she was disappointed, but what did she expect? He couldn't individually compliment everyone. "Good job today, Y/N." You glanced at him in shock, but he looked forward, so you did that as well.

"Thank you." Now you knew Toni'va was praying that you get eaten by an Akula. That serves her right to treat you the way she does. The rest of the ride back to the island was silent, and once you landed, you set to work untying the Nalutsa. As expected, Toni'va disappeared and would appear when it was time to cook. She wouldn't get her hands dirty with the raw meat, and sometimes, you wondered why you did it. Just as you were about to get the cutting, a hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-swing. You jumped, turning around only to see Ron'ek in your personal space looking down at you. Curse his height. 

"You don't have to cut the Nalutsa. Go get cleaned and help out the cooks." You blinked and thanked Eywa that you didn't have to cut up the animal because you really didn't want to. You smiled at him in relief.

"Thank you for that, Ron'ek; I'll see you at dinner." Before he can say anything else, you put your knife back and go back to your Marui, where you realize halfway walking that you addressed him as Ron'ek instead of Olo'eyktan, and he didn't correct you. What was going on, and why was your heart racing? Unbeknownst to you, Ron'ek's best friend was teasing him.

"Took you long enough to start making moves on her...even though I doubt she knows you are." Ron'ek side-eyed his best friend and huffed.

"It's hard, especially since everyone thinks I'm going to be with Toni'va." He thought Toni'va was a nice woman who worked hard when needed, but she was far from his type. He doesn't know how to tell her he's not interested without there being a crowd and her making a scene. She always had a crush on him and made it painfully obvious, but she was cruel, jealous, arrogant, and hard to please. All those qualities were something he didn't want in a Tsahik. 

"For starters, you can tell her you're not interested and start pursuing who you actually want...which happens to be Y/N." Ron'ek couldn't deny it and wouldn't deny it with his best friend. He was the only one on the island who knew he wanted Y/N, but it was hard when he couldn't get time with her. 

"I'm going to make time to spend with Y/N. She's worth it to me." He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was going to find a way to get to Y/N, court her, and have her as his mate and Tsahik. 

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 Let me know what you guys think about this so far! I will be making a part 2