#you may have seen it when I tried to put the twitter link

[softringing]

The thing that's so off putting about Sampo is that he's willing to go really far to make others happy, even at the cost of becoming a punching bag. But at the same time, he's been warning us about himself purposely, masked fools and the dangers of becoming too selfish when it comes to elation.

It's obvious he wouldnt harm ordinary people in a serious way but at the same time, we don't know if he's actual hiding evil intentions.

Remember that sampo has dead snake imagery in his design, and usually, snake imagery isn't used on moral characters, it's used on evil, morally grey or manipulative characters.

It's telling you not to trust people who hide things easily behind a disguise but at the same time, Sampo has a "line he won't cross".

He's so paradoxical that it's actually hard to tell what his motive is. I feel like he might have split personalities because of his mask's influence or just him as a very odd and mysterious character.

I went though the trashcan lore (I feel stupid) BC in his event, after you sell items it gives you these random texts and one of them has "Diagonese's Utopia" achievement that you get from searching belebogian trashcans.

I posted this on twitter and my theory revolved around the fact that Sampo's mentality may not be the same as a normal human's.

I always felt that his odd behaviour of acting like a "fool" was genuis. Because the best way to fool someone is to make them believe that YOU ARE the fool. They won't doubt you because in their eyes you're less intelligent or less complex than them.

But when I dug deeper, I realised that Sampo actually ENJOYS being hated. This is where my search through the Belebog trashcans apply.

(some of these are out of order sorry 😔)

I initially thought Sampo was Tatalov, the Garbage King because of Sparkle's portrayal of him in the dream bubble. And as you can see in the above images where there's a story of a trashcan being stabbed by someone they raised (Tatalov/Garbage King), you can link it back to the fact that Sampo MAY have betrayed someone he once loved. "The moment of betrayal" also closely aligns with this!!

"Wind of change" "snake", these elements are all mentioned in the above story of Tatalov stabbing someone--> sampo's wind is element, he has snake imagery!! Should be straight enough to say HE IS TATALOV RIGHT?

Now listen closely, in the DREAM BUBBLE, Shentana (aka Natasha) talked about how Tatalov was once a great ruler who cared about equality and justice (sampo behaviour) but was blinded by "the thing beyond the sky" (stelleron). => Now it's making a reference to cocolia rather than SAMPO. Which DOES NOT ALIGN WITH SAMPO BEING TATALOV/GARBAGE KING and hence the "backstabbing " story gets muddled and confusing.

My theory was that Sampo killed the person that made him (Seppo Illmarinen) according to the Kalevala story, after he realised that no one truly LOVED him for who he is, but rather only his ability to bring wealth and fortune. Hence, he felt vengeful, and decided to kill Illmarinen as a revenge because of how others saw him as an object (maybe including Illmarinen too). But in that story, it's mentioned Tatalov said "you will collapse beside me" to the dying trashcan (Seppo).

That's when I went back and looked at "Garboski" (Koski) from Sparkle's dream bubble. Garboski mentions that Tatalov betrayed them, and sealed them for 10,000 years. Garboski also mentions that he will reward the people who found them with WEALTH (sampo's function in Kalevala) and then he decided to eventually give anyone who found them a painless death. You can clearly see over time that Garboski's mentality went lose. I tried to link Garboski's story of being sealed for 10k years to Tatalov's betrayal but it said 15 years since the dying trashcan hadn't seen their face. That's when everything got far too confusing for me to comprehend and link together but the only thing I was able to TAKE from these stories is that they are both about BETRAYAL.

The consumable above depicts a colorless rose. You can only see it's reds in the reflection on the dagger. Which led me to think-> Sampo's eidolon "the deeper the love the stronger the hate" might refer to the fact that he despises being loved by others because he had lost trust a long time ago from the events that happened to him, how he was betrayed by the people he thought loved him but turned out to be just to use him for their convenience and selfish desires.

Remember that red roses represent passionate love and that Firefly mentions Sampo looks like he'd been training to use daggers all his life. So the symbolism of that consumable might be that Sampo trusts people's hatred more than their love because when you hate something, the hatred is (mostly) sincere. Why would you pretend to hate something you love? Sampo ENJOYS this sincerity.

He hates love because you can always hide things behind it under selfish pretense. Why else would that consumable reflect a red rose 🌹 ONLY on the dagger and not the rest of it? Because as soon as Sampo was betrayed/betrayed someone, it became clear to him/them that their true emotions towards him are HATRED not love. And SAMPO LIKES THAT!! HE LIKES BEING THE FOOL, HE LIKES BEING DESPISED BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DECEIVE HIM AND HURT HIM WITH LOVE.

He uses roses to decorate his packages in the event, also his suitcase and he uses roses to attack in HI3.

He hates love because the more someone loves him the further he will doubt them.

And that's pretty MESSES UP! To have a mentality like this means he you must've gone through some messed up crap, just like how he mentions at the end of his event that he had a "Hot-blooded past". If you didn't know, "hot blooded" usually means feeling complex emotions all at once, like anger, love, hatred, doubt, pain.

The description of the consumable sounds so warm in the begging and suddenly shifts to a tense mood? Did you notice that? It's so paradoxical. So hot-blooded. And it says "that person" so speficially!!

I'm still not sure what to believe about sampo's past, but I'm sure that his idea of love is completely messed up. In HI3, as you fight him during his boss battle, there's a bar called "depth of love", which is UHH WHAT THE HECK?? IT TELLS YOUTHE MORE YOU HURT HIM THE MORE HE LOVES YOU.

In his beta lines that were removed Sampo says something along the lines "Sampo gives all the affection yet never receives anything in return *sigh* but I'm used to it anyway 😃👍"

Ummm?? OKK?? IM SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE HE IS SANE? HE IS MENTALLY STABLE AND UR TYPYCAL CONMAN? NO WAY IM NOT!!

I hope this theory makes sense. I just need everyone to know this man has some screws lose but I love him anyway!

[natalisdragon]

IS THERE ANY ADULT?

I have released some ideas on Twitter lately, but when I realized that there was a common thread, it seemed like a good idea to put them together to organize them better(and maybe expand a little).

The way Bucchigiri approaches the "adult world" is something to say the least curious when you think about it. The gangs seem to be in their own reality, where everything related seems relatively distant. However, what is striking is that despite this, the anime doesn't completely rule them out, it recognizes their influence on their daily lives, and not only that, but also the great importance of adult guidance, with Arajin and Matakara being a clear example of this

Arajin was raised by his mother (we have no information regarding his father) who we can see has always been there for him, giving him her love and guidance, which we see by how she bequeaths him her cooking skills, a curious mix between independence and giving love/affection, key elements to mature as a person (being serious/Honki in a way)

But in the case of Matakara, everything indicates that he was a child raised by another (Mitsukuni) and that inevitably creates a gap between him and other kids his age, especially having grown up in a house where both brothers never felt comfortable, which is easy to notice by their desire to get out of there.

There is something I want to make clear, so far, it doesn't seem that the relationship between the Asamine brothers and their relatives was conflictive or hostile , but some tension can be felt, so I cannot assume that they had bad intentions, but it doesn't seem they did a lot to make both children feel welcome and safe, which can be seen in several details, such as the little (or no) interaction between them and Matakara

Or how, unlike Arajin, his lunches are not homemade, but bought and although it may not seem like it, this says a lot, because both houses are also family businesses in which they have to serve several clients, from what it seems to me that this parallelism is intentional and to make us see that despite coming from similar backgrounds, the treatment that Arajin and Matakara receive from the adults they live with is very different.

This is when food "speaks" in Bucchigiri, because it translates not only as affection, but also warmth of home, therefore, safety(There's already an analysis of this specific topic for those who may be interested). It's an interesting way to telling us (along with his oppressive room) that Matakara never had that while growing up.

Because no matter how hard Mitsukuni tried, he wasn't a father, not even an adult, he was another child, one who must also have his own scars after everything that happened, someone who was trying to play a role for which he was clearly not prepared. The fact that he doesn't know how to cook is a good way to represent it, because it's a skill linked to independence and therefore to adulthood.

In fact, it is very curious that Arajin is coincidentally the only one of all the young characters who knows how to cook, because something similar happens with Mahoro, who cooks for her brother who is in the hospital, but it is evident that she is not good at it, which which could indicate (at least based on what has already been said) that she has not had that guidance from the adults around her either.

However, we still have something else to address, we have already seen that even if it's subtle, Bucchigiri doesn't rule out the importance of adults as guiding figures, but just as this is pointed out, a line is also crossed, making it very clear to us that although There are adults like Yayako or Ken who can be trusted, there are also those who take advantage of young people, doing a lot of damage in the process.

Let's not forget the police officer who was trying to distribute drugs using members of Minato kai and probably other kids in the area, a situation for which Mitsukuni had to assume the consequences of taking the lead and putting a stop to it with his own hands, having to leave his brother behind in the process(reminding us of the harsh reality that exists in Honki city in the process).

And of course Ichiya is not spared, we are talking about someone who took advantage of an emotionally unstable teenager in his most vulnerable state to achieve his revenge against Senya, subjecting him to manipulation and emotional abuse, also using Matakara's pain as basically fuel. Situation that would have had the worst possible outcome if it weren't for Arajin managing to save his friend in time, but removing the supernatural factor, not all young people in real life are so lucky.

But leaving that aside, I think that both "genies" do something important, showing that adults are not perfect and that in a certain way they have not finished "growing" at all, in the sense that they are people who can still learn, commit mistakes, that can hide things from you, even if their intentions are not bad at all(Senya) or understand that their bad actions may have a root (Ichiya). Something quite curious, because like being Honki, maturity/adulthood is something that is sometimes diffuse and not entirely clear.

Although it wasn't the main theme, and it is certainly somewhat in the background, the "adult world" in Bucchigiri is still present throughout the anime in various details if you pay attention. There are still some things left, Mitsukuni and Ken seem to me to be characters that should be talked about separately, because their role as young adults seems to function as a kind of midpoint between the "world of gangs" and the "adult world", as well as maturity and the sense of duty, that is a key element for both.

[destinyc1020]

I think we all saw the tightening up of her socials coming this year. Not only because she’s maturing in age and her career, but just from 2023 alone. She had a lot of negative backlash and fan discourse; practically going viral daily on the bird app. I tried to summarize the best I could from this past year:

Jan: fan accounts worried about her “well being” as she’s not seen for a couple of weeks and not as active on social. She feels the need to respond “I’m excellent thank you” from her vacation to calm them down.

Feb: fans losing it on socials as the rumors are true, she is an LV girl now. Many fans not supportive of the change.

Mar-Apr: Law’s surprise retirement and Z feeling the need to assist online with the negative feedback

May: Negative news about Sam Levinson comes out and Z is automatically tide to him .

Jun: Stans show their ugly faces online when Z is working in LA during Tom’s bday and TC is at the party. She claps back at Daily Mail for spreading fake news.

Jul: Fans upset with Z on how she grieves privately over costars death. She feels the need to post and remind fans about grieving in private.

Aug: a lot of negative talk online about Zs upcoming roles and people not being able to separate fact/fiction. A lot of spamming Tom’s account due to this and negative reaction to Tom’s gay sex scene online. Tom posts on IG and Z doesn’t like it causing another bird app rumor they broke up.

Sept: the “my haaaaaaattttt” saga with a guest appearance from Darnell’s live. “Fans” begin harassing Claire and Darnell’s lives and posts with accusations on Z and/or her private relationship.

Oct: More negative backlash as she stays silent during writers strike and Gaza/palestine conflict. She posts a link on her stories to aid victims in the war.

Nov - Dec: mums the word.

Giiiiirrrrrl.... when you put it in a list like this, it's so easy to see how "fans" and ppl in the gc routinely cross the line and are just so negative online ALL the time. 😔

I'm not even surprised if Z feels like taking a break from social media is for the best at this point.

I've always said that it's such a shame how people on Twitter will treat celebrities... people they don't even KNOW personally 🙄.....and just say the meanest, most vilest things about them on Twitter or the internet.

Then, these same people will then complain online about how their faves "no longer visit or post on social media anymore..." 😒 Well gee, I wonder why! 🤔🤨

I think people forget that at the end of the day, celebrities are just HUMAN beings just like the rest of us. They have feelings too! 😔

I'm so glad that Z and Tom (and many others!) have decided to lessen their time on social media.

[vriskarlmarx]

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"We have no compassion and we ask no compassion from you. When our turn comes, we shall not make excuses for the terror. But the royal terrorists, the terrorists by the grace of God and the law, are in practice brutal, disdainful, and mean, in theory cowardly, secretive, and deceitful, and in both respects disreputable."

Karl Marx, "Suppression of the Neue Rheinische Zeitung," May 1849

my name is dani. i was born in the mid-90s if my age matters to you. i'm from the south as in el sur del mundo as in latinoamerica. im a communist (in real life not online). death to america.

i think i still have checkmarks here - someone gifted me those.

i don't have side blogs so everything goes here, from fandom stuff to political stuff to general haterism. i have been on this blog for over ten years so if you scroll back and find something immeasurably cringe no you didn't <3

you can also find me on

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feel free to ask for my discord. i may or may not give it to you though.

permissions statement: do whatever you want forever. i reject the private ownership of anything i've ever created. if it’s been shared, it belongs to the world, which includes me and you in the exact same measure. "what if i want to—" yes. even that.

links to my writing under the cut. it's mostly fanfic, fandoms are primarily jjk, fma, death note, andor, star wars with a couple of strays (severance, disco elysium/pjol, star trek, others). also now featuring some original works.

I put a little ⭐ next to my personal favorites :3 Drabbles are all at the bottom (not segregated by fandom). Original stuff also at the bottom.

Andor

Separate from Star Wars because as we know Andor is so good I'm not even going to call it a Star Wars TV Show.

Elegy for the Living | F/F | Cinta/Vel | T | Trauma, grief, colonialism & imperialism

After Ferrix, Vel grows quiet, coiled tight and weighed down by something heavy. Cinta tries her best to hold her.

⭐ Akelarre | F/F and M/M | Cinta/Vel and Skeen/Nemik | T | Non-linear narrative, developing relationships, revolutionary militancy

Even as the ax begins to descend, much can flourish in the misty mountains of Aldhani. A study in Cinta & Vel in one direction, and Skeen & Nemik in another.

tether/latch | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | E | Blowjob-flavored character study, dissociation, bad coping mechanisms, dubious consent

Cassian is shaken after a mission. Luthen "helps".

⭐ el corazón de todo invierno | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | M | Revolutionary militancy, bad coping mechanisms, sexpionage, Cassian Andor's big brown sad wet eyes, sexualizing that old man | Title is in Spanish but work is in English

Cassian nods. He’s clearly trying to control his face, but those expressive eyes of his don't help conceal the nerves and confusion in his next question. "And what does being your plus one entail?" Despite himself, Luthen looks Cassian up and down briefly, his relaxed but contorted position on the couch, the way his hair falls on his forehead, his hands slack at his thighs while holding the datapad. He feels every single one of his years and sins on his shoulders as he begins to explain. "Like I said, I have an image to maintain. People in my position are expected to bring, essentially, a trophy spouse or a young escort as company. For me, I'll be expected to bring a pretty young man. And that's where you would come in." -- Luthen needs to maintain his cover at a black market auction, and Cassian is itching for a mission.

Death Note

⭐ Powder Keg | F/F | F!Mello/F!Near | E | PWP, gunplay, don't try this at home

Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain… fixation.

Prometheus Bound | M/M | L/Light | M | Eroticized cannibalism and gore, dreams, second person POV

In your dream, he hands you a knife.

⭐️ Weird Animals | M/M | L/Light | E | Ryuk POV, being bad at gay sex, humor

This is the most godawful gay sex Ryuk has ever seen.

discipline & punish | Contains M/M but is character-focused not ship-focused | Beyond Birthday (incl. Beyond/L, Beyond & A, Beyond & Watari) | M | Character study, state and imperial violence, the carceral system, child abuse

Beyond Birthday; or, a life inside a series of cages.

⭐ How to Burn Down the Sacred Loom | M/M | Mello/Near | M | Tragedy, codependency, dream sequences, necrophilia, gun kink, four-act structure with interludes

A tragedy in four acts, overseen by a nameless choir.

petite mort | M/M | L/Light | M | Murder kink, L's Kira fetish | Title is in French but work is in English

L knows what's coming for him. He feels it burn like a wildfire under his skin.

Threading Silver | M/M | Mello/Near | Not Rated | Unconventional storytelling

Near braids his hair

Amuse-Bouche | E | Soichiro Yagami/Ryuk | E | Non-consensual voyeurism, vore, background Sachiko/Soichiro, Soichiro's weirdest ever orgasm

Ryuk watches Soichiro Yagami, teeth itching to bite.

Disco Elysium/Püha ja õudne lõhn (The Sacred and Terrible Air)

⭐ No Return Address | M/M | Ignus Nilsen/Kras Mazov | M | Epistolary format, grief, revolutionary militancy, leftist infighting, historical memory, I reached my target audience for this when a Brazilian syndicalist said they really liked it

A compilation of letters found among the belongings of Inayat Khan months before the apocalypse, all signed under the name Ignus Nilsen.

Doctor Who

Step & Reverberate | M/M | Nine/Jack | T | Dancing, fluff, post-The Parting of the Ways AU

The time vortex is more generous than expected: Nine never needs to regenerate, and Rose remembers saving Jack's life, so he comes back to the TARDIS after the battle with the Daleks. After an all-too-close brush with death, Jack and the Doctor share a moment in the TARDIS.

Chiaroscuro | Gen or F/M | Clara & Eleven or Clara/Eleven | G | Second-person POV, ambiguous relationship | I wrote this over ten years ago so I no longer take responsibility for it | Title is in Italian but work is in English

Her light feet carry her across your console room and you want to scream in frustration because you don't understand a thing about her. -- The Doctor reflects on Clara and the mystery she presents, but finds himself thinking of the person she is.

⭐ Systole to Diastole | F/M/M | Eleven/Amy/Rory | T | Unresolved tension, Eleven-POV, down horrendous

One day, four kisses.

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood/Manga)

bleed the sand | Gen | Roy Mustang | M | Character study, genocide, PTSD, dream/nightmare sequences

Roy Mustang remembers his dreams.

⭐ Conventional Weapons | M/M | Roy Mustang/Scar | M | Genocide, PTSD, complicated relationships, blind!Roy

Scar has been participating in the reconstruction effort of the Ishvalan capital for a few months. It's a strange kind of chance that gets him to cross paths with Roy Mustang just in time to save him from an attempt on his life.

Homestuck

The Way Down | Gen | John Egbert | T | Character study, depression, PTSD, one must imagine Sisyphus vibing

John runs out of milk and goes on a walk. Character study.

Jujutsu Kaisen

⭐ Hostia | M/M | Ryoumen Sukuna/Itadori Yuuji | M | Dubious consent erotic eating (just trust me), dissociation, loss of bodily agency/autonomy, abuse

Hostia (n.): The body of Christ, or the sacramental bread eaten at communion. In the original Latin, “sacrificial victim”. - After Shibuya, Yuuji has strange dreams.

against the feather of ma'at | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Counter-chronological, complicated relationships, on-again-off-again, tragedy

Satoru and Suguru, from end to beginning.

orpheus in the night | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Dreamlike, atmospheric, complicated relationships, ambiguous ending and also beginning and also middle

When Suguru calls, Satoru comes.

Severance

⭐ O, Lazarus! | Gen | Helly R & Helena Eagan | M | Character study, nihilism, body dysphoria, mild psychosexual selfcestuous undertones

Losing oxygen slowly as she hangs in the elevator up from the severed floor, Helly’s fractured mind confronts itself.

Shadow and Bone

Late Harvest | F/M/M | Alina/Nikolai/Mal | T | Pining, feelings realization, getting together, triad

Nikolai Lantsov is the heir to the throne. He can have anyone he wants, except the two people who only have eyes for each other.

Star Trek

Synthesis of Vast Contradictions | F/F | T'Pring/Christine Chapel | Polyamory, cultural differences, emotional tension, erotic hand massage

Christine has... complicated feelings about her boyfriend’s fiancée.

Star Wars

Torque | F/F | Sabine/Ahsoka | E | Unresolved emotional tension, PTSD, aftermath of genocide, sex as a coping mechanism, xeno

There's something off about Sabine at training. Ahsoka tries to help.

⭐ Necrotic Tissue | M/M | Thrawn/Ezra | M | Abusive/toxic relationships, loneliness, complicated feelings, large age gap

Years after parting ways with Thrawn after crash-landing with him on Peridea, Ezra runs into him again.

Bitter Fruits | Contains M/M but is tone-focused not ship-focused | Sabine & Ezra, Thrawn/Ezra | T | Humor, outsider POV

Good news: Sabine and Ahsoka have found Ezra. Bad news: They've also found Thrawn. Weird news: Ezra and Thrawn are getting along. Perhaps too well for Sabine's liking.

Actor RPF

Sweltering | M/M | Lex Barker/Pierre Brice | E | Nostalgia, unresolved emotional tension, the eroticism of mountains and valleys, the eroticism of bicycles

In the evening before the last day of shooting for the final Winnetou movie, Pierre takes a bike ride around the valley.

Original

⭐ Del Viento | T | Castellano | Latinoamerica, tiempo verbal futuro, primera persona

Dejé mis pulmones en el sur. Recuerdo haber soplado en la quebrada, dejado un aliento en las rocas mojadas del bosque. Casi me tropecé en el musgo, y ahí de seguro se me cayeron al agua. Desde ahí que solo el viento me lleva en su soplido.

English translation: Of The Wind

Ácido en la boca | E | Castellano | Fantasías sexuales, cortos-circuíto, deseo sexual hacia una chica-robot, deseo no reciprocado

De lo que es desear carnalmente a una chica-robot. De los huesos a los cables.

English translation: Battery Acid

⭐ Ras | E | Castellano | Cambio climático, el erotismo del mar, relaciones made-hija, el peso de la historia

La brisa marina es ácida. Duele al lamerte la frente, de una forma que te recuerda en su agudez a la voz de tu madre. “Cuando yo era cabra chica, había un lago ahí.”

English translation: Flush

Drabbles

Cold Rain | Andor/Star Wars | Vel Sartha

Hot Steel | Andor/Star Wars | Cinta Kaz

Orbit | Star Wars OT | Luke Skywalker

Baby Steps | Star Wars/Rebels | Jacen Syndulla & Hera Syndulla

Everything I Gave (Triple drabble) | Death Note | L/Watari | Based on the Spoiled Monster series by YdrittE

[foulfirerebel]

Having seen said transphobia on both Kdin and the way May was treated? Yeah, there is. Thankfully, you can curate your dashboard and stuff so you don't have to witness the bigotry.

Can't say the same for HP, and I say that as a formerly HUGE HP fan. If you wanna pirate RWBY, please do so. If you're on the fence, go for a Crunchyroll subscription (there's issues with the way they treat workers as well, however, as seen with Mob's actor in Mob Psycho 100 and other cases).

Put it this way: I stopped with Ubisoft's products when it came out that the company is full of sexually abusive people at the top. Never played Cyberpunk 2077. Tried League years ago and hated it, so stopped and doubly so when found about Riot Games' stuff. HP is done for me, has been done for a while and well...JKR's twitter ravings and further bigotry I've discovered has salted that ground.

The only thing tying me to RT was RWBY (which I decided to pirate at first, got all the DVDs off Amazon, then got a CR subscription when pirating wasn't working out), and Death Battle (which I can watch for free on YouTube).

Now, if someone wants to point me in the right direction of the entire two seasons of the Grimm Campaign? Preferably without giving RT money? Is there a DVD release of it floating around somewhere, is there a link/download for it?

You've got some fucking nerve comparing people who would prefer that RWBY continue (supported by both current CRWBY staff and former animators) to HP.

HP's creator has made the world infinitely worse for trans people.

RT's higher-up are responsible for shitty labor practices.

At least the people who are calling for a boycott of HP shit have the moral fiber to quit consuming it.

Hypocrite.

This is my fault and I should have clarified - I don't think the RWBY fandom is openly transphobic or that there's a precise equivalency between playing the billionaire's transphobe/antisemite game and wanting RWBY to continue. What I was saying is that I've noticed a distinct similarity in arguments among the two groups, namely the focus on "preserving jobs" (as if the people involved didn't already get paid and as if it's the responsibility of the consumer to ensure a company hires employees) and the willingness to ignore anything bad or only make token protests as long as they get the things they want.

[lystacre]

Fishing Cactus has now made the trailer available on youtube, so I can share it properly now.

This is the project I worked on last year during my internship. I’m super excited to see how the game has evolved since I left the project. Also super excited to see props I made in a game that will soon be on steam...

[joyce-stick]

The Beef Stroganoff Song! (arbitrary subtitle discourse edition)

So, you may have noticed here that the subtitles in this clip (from Symphogear GX episode 3) are fairly different from what you're used to seeing when people post this video, and the phrasing in the subtitles is fairly different from what the associated memes often say

For those who don't know, Symphogear got itself released on blu-ray by Discotek, and with that came with a new translation authored by Noelle (@ulsairi on twitter ) who is notable for being the only trans lesbian anime translator I know of off the top of my head.

Her translation appears, in my opinion, really rather polished and very good, and I strongly appreciate the way it's written and how much character it adds to the dialogue by giving everyone distinct voices and adapting things into more natural English. It's also a fair bit gayer. I haven't encountered many people who've seen these subs, but I think most fans of the series would consider these a net positive change. There are some people who are mad about these subtitles, and they can die mad.

Anyway, let's talk about the different phrasing of the beef stroganoff song. I'm mostly going to compare to Crunchyroll's subtitles for reference since that seems to be what most others go off of. Here's a link to that version.

So right off the bat we can see here that while CR's translation appears to be a lot more, for lack of a better word, functional, Noelle's translation tries to apply more dialectal force "it's beef stroganoff/Yes! It's THAT beef stroganoff!" And generally communicate through the tone how excited the girls are to get started. Additionally you'll see throughout that the latter is a fair bit more lyrical, there's a lot more punctuation and verbal tics and filler phrases written into the dialogue to express that they are singing, which makes sense since Japanese tends to omit a lot of the sorts of prepositions that Noelle threw in here,

Like, Yumi (yes I went and looked up her name on the wiki) just says "beef stroganoffu" because it's obvious from context that it is beef stroganoff, she doesn't need to spell it out, at least, not in Japanese

(We know like maybe ten hiragana and 1 kanji do not trust us on Japanese this is all just basic shit we learned from online guides)

So this probably leads to a rushed translator from Crunchyroll (they are notoriously crunched for time) who's just trying to Get It Done probably not really bothering to throw in extra additional connecting letters to express the tone of the character, only doing so when it's required to make basic grammatical sense in the target language. So they likely didn't think to make the subtitles have flourishes like this that aren't explicitly in the original Japanese. Noelle meanwhile had the time to consider things like this and take such liberties in order to attempt to convey the same tone that was arguably implied by the Japanese, even if not explicitly put forth

And that's about all the things I should not repeat I guess, TL;DR, these subtitles are more fun to read because the translator had more time to think about the best way to make them more fun while still being accurate to the spirit of the original dialogue, who'd have thought!

(In case you're wondering, the Commie subtitles say kind of the same thing here, and y'know, it doesn't seem like a wrong translation, but also I really dislike this subtitle styling, orange on pink with that font and that drop shadow is just kinda bad. I appreciate the effort but like. Come on. Please fansubbers, please think about if the font and colors you chose actually work with the image you're putting them on)

Moving on!

horizontal and middle rhyme with each other so you can almost actually sing this, actually let me take a moment to try it right now- never mind, I can't sing. Hahaha. I don't actually think it lines up that well with the melody But I thought it did! Didn't I? That's significant, that this actually reads like plausible lyrics to a silly song someone made up instead of a literal translation of a Japanese song

Anyway, here comes the first major difference!

So in the Crunchyroll subtitles, Yumi says "it doesn't have to be beef" which in English (in my estimation) sounds a tad scatterbrained, like, "oh yeah sure beef but whatever really it doesn't actually matter," while Noelle's subtitles rather say "Got no beef? Don't you worry!" Which implies something different.

"It is recommended to use beef, but you may substitute something else if you are sorely lacking in beef" as opposed to "Oh the beef doesn't actually matter, zoinks lol!" CR's translation is kind of a bit funnier in how it sorta comes from nowhere without this qualification, which probably lead to this phrase's memeticness, but Noelle's translation seems more reasonable to me so yeah again, tada, yay for sensicalness.

Now here's another interesting change:

Again, the flat manner in which the CR subtitles say "finish with salt" with rendezvous only being included because that's literally what they said, is sort of absent any stronger emotional implication,

Noelle's translation meanwhile going with "don't forget them, they need it" imparts personhood upon the salt and pepper. The implication being that the girls are saying, "the salt and pepper are in love, please reunite them, they must be in gay love together." Or maybe you think the salt and pepper cannot be forgotten and must be reunited because they are Only Friends.

Whether you choose to believe that this is the salt and pepper getting married, or merely subtext, or an interpretation, or salt and pepper shipping bait, this is a deeply important tonal indicator because it reminds you that these girls are ultimately playing with their food!

"And there, now you're in for a treat!" I don't think I need to explain this one.

Now, here's an interesting one!

In the Crunchyroll subtitles, it just says the memetic "boys don't know this." With no context, no elaboration, no clarity, no qualifiers. Boys don't know. Did the boys magically get their brains wiped? Are the boys biologically incapable? Who knows. Nothing is said but that.

Noelle's subtitles, on the other hand, qualify this statement by saying "Boys aren't taught to cook, so they may not know" (And note again how, it says "kno-ow" to emphasize, once more, that they're singing, and also this lines up with the long "ooooo" sound they make at the end of this lyric, so cool)

There is now context! Boys aren't taught to cook! Anime and Japan's culture in general still pigeonholes people into gender roles! And an anime translator just wrote you a hidden translation note about it! You might be a boy, you might know how to cook, but certain boys in another part of the world aren't traditionally taught cooking, so they may not know

They may not, but they could!

Trust a trans person to express gender facts with subtle nuances like this in anime translations.

And with that lovely bit of good translation and good writing and good localization of a thing to make it make sense to people

Mew!

[benchtrio-updates]

An important message from Ranboo:

Transcript underneath the cut!

(The pastebin link is [x]; I’m unsure as to who made it, but the person who posted it is Twitter user miskellanea!)

[START] [1/10] Hey guys, I wanted to talk about something here that has been weighing on my mind for quite a bit now. I talked about it on stream a little bit but I want to touch on it more here, please spread this message to other platforms as I am only putting it here because its easier for me to word my thoughts correctly here.

[2/10] Lately I have found myself in kind of a weird spot when it comes to my fanbase, I have seen stuff that I have tried again and again to stop yet people sadly dont seem to take my messages to heart when I tell them about my boundaries. I really do appreciate my fanbase and I know that most of you guys are absolutely great, and if you dont do any of the things im going to list then you just keep on being a good part of the community :D.

[3/10] Recently I have honestly been terrified.

[4/10] In case you didnt know I am a VERY anxious person, and whenever things and events keep on happening in regards to other creators and situations I keep on getting brought into it as an example. Whether it be people saying "Ranboo wouldnt do something like this" or "Ranboo did ????? so why cant this person do ?????". I ask you PLEASE to stop putting me on a high pedestal, as I am a person so thus I will make mistakes! And honestly I have been so scared, unnecessarily checking every single post that I make as well as not speaking about certain things because I am so scared of wording it wrong and making people upset because of the fact that I have an okay reputation. I am glad that you guys think of me as a good person, but consistently bringing me up and putting me above others because of what you think of me scares me so much because the higher you put me up the further I can fall.

[5/10] I am in no ways a perfect person. I have made mistakes and I have learned from those mistakes. Am I trying to not make mistakes? Yes. Will I make mistakes in the future? Absolutely. I am trying my hardest to be a good person but you guys have to understand that I am in no ways a perfect person, Im not even close. So PLEASE stop holding me to higher standards simply because I have not made a mistake yet because the more you do that the worse it will be WHEN I make a mistake.

[6/10] Now, this does NOT mean I am not okay with being educated/corrected. If I make a mistake I really do want you guys to inform me of what I did wrong and give me the opportunity to make it right! But this does NOT mean that I want you guys to put me under a microscope and try to find every little thing that I may do wrong because I am already putting myself under a microscope which has not been healthy for me as of late. So PLEASE stop bringing me up as an example of a "perfect cc" or an "unproblematic cc" because I know that if I get that label, the moment I mess up it will be much much worse.

[7/10] Am I a perfect person? NO. Am I trying to be a good person? Yes. I am trying to educate myself on issues as well as try and understand a lot of the troubles that many people go through in my fanbase to try and make the fanbase a better place, but if I am not allowed to be respectfully educated when I mess up then I am losing the ability to learn from my mistakes. I really do want to be a good person, but the stress of consistently trying to be perfect is really not healthy for me. Part of that does come from me however so I am trying to figure out how to manage that on my own, I mean I entered this situation having no idea how to handle a fanbase of any size and I have been learning as I go.

[8/10] Another thing that has been still happening which I have tried again and again to stop is people associating with me and then sending actual threats. Threats of any kind are NEVER okay with me. So if you want to associate any part of your profile pic, bio, etc. then PLEASE never do these kinds of things. Another thing is if you want to associate yourself with me, but get into an argument please try to do so respectfully! So please if you want to get into drama and you decide that you do not want to be respectful about it please do not associate your profile with me. However, I am completely okay with you guys calling out issues and being associated with me as long as you do so in a respectful and educated way! I encourage you guys to try and educate others, but please do it in a respectful way if possible! (I do understand that it may be hard to do it in a respectful manner in some cases, so if you do decide to act in that manner please do not associate your page with me as if enough people see the same common denominators in a profile they will give the fanbase a "toxic" label.)

[9/10] If it will actually make the community, situation, or heck even the world a better place then that is completely okay! But if it is just an insult or a threat that does not add to a discussion then please do not associate your profile with me as it makes me uncomfortable! I tried my best to word this in the way that I was thinking but I know that some things may have not been worded in the best way so I will clarify if needs be!

[10/10] (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS WAS WORDED WRONG! THANK YOU! TLDR: I want to be able to continue to interact with my community, but sadly the stuff that I have seen in SOME (absolutely not all) areas has really rubbed me the wrong way. I really want this message to stick this time, I have tried again and again to establish these boundaries yet I continue to see more and more that just really breaks my heart. [END]

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

Hey idk if you’re the best person to ask and I’m not trying to start anything, I don’t mean this disrespectfully but why is the new poster artist art problematic?? I’m just not very educated on the subject :)

first of all, i'd recommend looking at this post from thegrinningwheels going over the mistakes people make when drawing peter because this definitely plays into some of them. also, disclaimer that i am white, and if anyone else wants to jump in, feel free. before i start, i'd like to mention this screenshot:

[id: a screenshotted twitter thread containing three tweets. 1. jay onetiredboy (@onetiredb0y) can i ask why you'd want to distance the official art from your previous artworks? is there a particular criticism you'd like to directly address? or... ... 2. Ellison Estephan (@/ellisonestephan) I like to draw goofy stuff as a fan! I thought it would be more professional to make sure people remember that stuff isn't "official art" or something now, just because I'm drawing some posters haha!! 3. *sighs* hyperion city... (@junosteel [rest is cut off]) with all due respect, you can just say that your art perpetuated racism/transmisogyny/ableism without hiding behind "haha its goofy." better to at least be transparent and address it than dancing around the issue an acknowledging it as goofy. own up to your mistakes pls. /end id]

as well as this response to harley kaner saying that people sometimes called others racist to justify bullying them (a post made about an hour or so after the artist was announced)

so they know they messed up but... yeah they're not gonna apologize

(a link to the junoverse designs for anyone who wants to follow along)

for starter’s, the way peter is drawn feels a bit like a caricature, to the point of drawing on transmisogynistic stereotypes. (stereotypes that are like, ten times more visible in their art of vespa, who is actually trans fem which i’ll get to in a second) the intersection of what it means to be a feminine gnc person and being a poc are many and varied, and there is definitely a lot to say about femininity being seen as wrong and shameful. there's a lot of history in how Asian men's femininity has been portrayed and sexualised, both in fandom & in the world at large, and sometimes white authors just aren’t capable of handling those points with care. as much as i would love to celebrate a gnc character design,  i think it's safe to say that this artist's depiction of a hyper-feminine nureyev feels like a mockery rather than honest representation

also, it may not be intentional, but when you have a line-up & you're drawing the lighter characters (or at least nureyev and buddy) much more sultry & sexual than the darker ones.... that tells me something about how you view people of color. especially when the sexual way you draw those lighter characters has nothing to do with their character

a line up like this is supposed to give you an indication of character personality. this is supposed to be how you're going to present them to the world. both buddy and peter use their charisma to their advantage sometimes, but that charisma is based on their personality! though he's absolutely flirted to get what he wants, peter tries to give off the vibes of a suave gentleman. if he’s wearing a tie, it’s not going to be haphazardly put on, because he cares about his appearance. peter can be sexual, but it’s not really the way he presents himself to the world at large, and this version of him goes so far it feels like some kind of parody of ouran host club or something, which makes me feel like it’s mocking him rather than trying to honestly portray his character. 

buddy meanwhile has never flirted with anyone but her wife and gets her way with confidence & force. that exaggerated body type would already be a bad look on its own because of the hypersexual way people view women of color, but with added context, it kind of feels like there's the implication that the only way these characters could be as cool & charismatic as they are is if they get their way with sex, which is just... incredibly racist

some of it is just an issue with the art style in general. a lot of cartoonish styles have exaggerated features, but there's a limit to how much you can exaggerate those features without just drawing actual stereotypes. alessandra's design makes me uncomfortable for the exact opposite reason as buddy's: cartoonishly gigantic muscles aren't really a great sight when black women are constantly seen as hypermasculine. i might be a bit too critical on this one? i feel like it was worse when i first looked at it, but there's still the fact that exaggerating an asian character's eyelids is racist. it's like. racism 101. both peter and quanyi have incredibly slitted eyes in the majority of their art & personally the way quanyi specifically is exaggerated makes her seem more…. manic, somehow? the way her eyes are lidded aren’t only racist, but make it seem like she’s constantly giving everyone bedroom eyes which is just. Oof

vespa i wanted to talk about in more detail, because there is literally not one element of this design that doesn’t scream bigotry. It reminds me so much of every terrible caricature of a trans woman i’ve seen in horror. The wild bloodshot eyes, the bloody nose, the dagger, the unkept hair & hairy armpits, the wardrobe malfunction revealing a bare chest for no other reason than shock value alone—because how else are we supposed to know what kind of woman she is? There’s already been so many films & just, media in general linking trans women to mental illness and violence. We absolutely didn’t need a vespa design that looks like she belongs in silence of the lambs. If this was just vespa holding a knife, that’d be fine! She does, canonically, have a knife that she uses. But everything about this vespa is designed to look as offputting as possible. She doesn’t look dangerous because she’s part of our cool crime family, she looks out of control. Which is exactly how vespa worries the world will see her! Taking a character who says, pretty up front that she wants to be seen as more than her violent urges & mental illness and then drawing her in a way that screams “look out! This person is dangerous and mentally ill!” is honestly unforgivable. Add that to the fact that everything about her appearance implies she’s doing womanhood “wrong” (obviously, not shaving should be considered a neutral thing, but when it’s only a trans woman character you show with hair, it’s worth considering why you feel the need to do something like that) including the fact she’s going around with her shirt slipped like that, which looks obviously oversized to fill a chest she doesn’t have. One of the first things i learned about writing trans characters is that you should never reveal a character is trans by taking a moment to emphasize how different their body looks from a cis person, be it through having someone else walk in on them in the shower or this. It’s voyeuristic and serves no purpose but to make someone’s gender seem like a dramatic twist instead of an identity that deserves respect, and if a trans artist can’t even understand that, then there’s no hope of them accurately representing literally anyone else.

according to a friend, this art had been drawn before vespa was confirmed as trans (but reposted after, so clearly they didn’t see an issue either way) but that just means they saw an angry, schizophrenic woman & decided to not just make her a harmful stereotype of a pyschotic person, but add insult to injury by making her trans as well.

This has gone on too long & i can’t type anymore, but i wanted to say the second citadel designs really aren’t any better. Every character they chose to make a poc implies something negative, such as making marc and tal the only knights of color & then placing them as nothing more than comic relief. Maybe i could believe this was part of an effort to show the white characters as part of the oppressive class if it wasn’t for didn’t seem clear that we’re supposed to see the brothers as a pair of bumbling fools. Not to mention every single other bad thing they did

EDIT: i want to emphasize that just because i’ve only talked about the junoverse designs doesn’t mean the citadel designs aren’t also worth an apology. so far, the only thing ellison has said (aside from them calling the initial line up “goofy”)  is this tweet, but when they say “i wouldn’t draw those characters like that now,” that apology doesn’t acknowledge the fact that multiple people on twitter have criticized quanyi’s design for some of the reasons mentioned above. it also rings a bit more hollow when they say “i wish i could go back and design things different” because this citadel line-up was posted in late august. if you’re incline to go “well, this was in the past, and they apologized” (and i do see some proof they changed their vespa design) i’d like to remind you that some of their most recent drawings were in fact, last month, and there has been no acknowledgement they understand what was wrong with that. whoever was involved in getting a new artist for the penumbra saw these racist & homophobic designs and agreed that someone who drew that material was someone they wanted to align themselves with.

And remember, this is the second time the penumbra podcast has worked with an artist with blatantly bigoted art (the first being tumblr user disasterscenario) and i remember plenty of people explaining exactly what was wrong with that art as well. Whatever chance you think they have to learn and improve—they had it! And in response, this is what they gave us

[loser-brain]

PLEASE SPREAD THIS! THE EARN IT ACT CAN NOT PASS!

⚠️ I will be heavily editing some text to ensure Tumblr doesn't blacklist it. I'm very sorry for making this very hard and accessible for many readers. ⚠️ In 2020, SESTA/FOSTA first tried to pass their bill silently. Luckily for the internet, everyone caught on to this, and at first reading that this act will protect kids sounds good... Till you dig deeper and realize this act does not protect s3x workers. This all started with the revenge p0rn and und3rag3 problem that happened on p0rnhub and also to fight back S3x trafficking. But here's the thing, it doesn't. To you, you may think "Where is the problem?" This act wouldn't protect kids since the bill at the time stated something (I'm gonna paraphrase because I don't remember much) "...Allowing the age of consent..." Therefore, a loophole. If you live in a state where the age of consent is 16... you can make p0rn.

Continuing on, s3x workers would have to give their info to the government then to third parties, putting their lives at greater risk. Since a majority of s3x workers are either foreign or people of color. Many s3x workers express concerns when giving their info out to third parties because well that's their private info. They already have an agency that even they are afraid of. Why do they need to give this third-party person their private info? Why do they need to give their private info to the government? For easy tracking. The bill then "stop" after a number of questions came their way and soon the people behind the bill realize they needed to rephrase some of their wordings. In other words, they would need to propose a new bill.

At the beginning of January 2022, SESTA/FOSTA began to once again attack silently. Amazon book writers had their book taken off of Amazon because it'll interfere with the SESTA/FOSTA law. Tweet wording taken from Novajerneld on Twitter "...any books including s3x, s3x work, or information about s3x or s3xuality can be targeted by SESTA/FOSTA as they are filed as 0rnographic material according to the laws. smut is p0rn. period."

To sum up, if this bill passes fanfics, arts, books, s3x education, LGBT+, POC, freedom of speech will be banned. This bill affects everyone.

Here is a tweet thread:

Link to thread: CLICK

A script for calling your senators: CLICK

Auto email that will send your letter to your rep.

Short info about the EARN IT Act

Tweet taken from Novatjerneld again from Twitter "...since much of the internet is hosted on US servers it unfortunately does affect EVERYONE. and VPNs might only make it harder to spy on you but won't protect your content from removal off of these sites..."

Incase any of you were think that using a VPN might help protect you... It won't. Just make it a little hard to watch you but you will still be seen.

More short info that just get to the point of what the EARN IT Act does.

Taken from Novatjerneld Twitter

"...also, many of you are taking what it says in the bill at face value. there has been previous bills banning "s3x trafficking" which hasn't actually stopped trafficking but has made it harder for artist to make a living off of Patreon, use certain payment methods etc..."

Why do you think you have to be careful when using certain terms in the payment section? Again, if this bill pass websites can just easily ban any lemon content even if it wasn't lemon content to begin with.

That's all for now, If you have any info spread it. Don't reply to this reblog it. This needs to be spread since it's just radio silence and that's bad!

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (February 26/2021) - ...What?

DreamXD helped George build a McDonald’s, Quackity’s double joined, Jack and Andrea went on a date with Sam and Foolish joining in as wingmen, Andrea was lured to the Egg, Wilbur (non-canonically) had a heart attack during a horse/footrace and died...

Just an average day in the Dream SMP, I suppose?

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VOD LINKS:

Ranboo

Captain Puffy

Georgenotfound

Jack Manifold

[Andrea’s VOD was deleted due to leaked info, nothing to worry about though!]

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- Puffy and Foolish work on their fast food restaurant

- After attempting to solve the mystery behind why George was banned on TikTok, Quackity decides that George should build a McDonald’s in Minecraft.

- DreamXD, the god of the server himself, appears to help them. As the owner of the land, he suggests that they renovate the Deal or No Deal house into a McDonalds. He happens to have some very convenient stacks of supplies. 

- They burn down the old house and begin to build. Wendy’s replies on Twitter and Dream ratios them.

- Quackity starts chasing George so he calls for Dream’s help and DreamXD attacks him as Quackity repents for his sins. Quackity logs out and DreamXD builds a pit and they fill it with lava.

- George shouts for Quackity to log in while dramatic music plays. 

Quackity: “Then so be it. So be it! I don’t care! So be it, George! If this is the destiny that I have to face, then I’ll face it with honor, George!”

- He’s known it all along...Quackity is the one who got him banned. Quackity’s the one who got them all banned! Quackity begins to chuckle. George finally put together the pieces.

Quackity: “You have no idea how much power I have, George...and guess what, I have no issues doing it over, and over, and over again.”

- Quackity decides that he’s not going to log in so that he won’t give George the satisfaction of watching him die. DreamXD types a suggestion to ban Quackity in chat.

George: “I have Dream on my side! DreamXD, he is the god of the Dream SMP server! He will RUIN you! He will delete you from the lore!”

Quackity: “DreamXD...you think gods scare me, George? Gods don’t scare me, George, they don’t.”

- Bad falls into the pit and has to get out.

George: “He’s quacked!”

Quackity: “I’m gonna walk out the door with honor, George, and I’m never giving you the satisfaction of watching me die.”

- Suddenly, DreamXD hits George into the pit of fire, revealing that he’s been with Wendy’s this entire time! George perishes in the fire as Quackity taunts him. 

Quackity: “LOOK AT YOU! Look at you fall into despair and death, thinking you’re one step above, but you have no one on your side, George. Nobody...nobody is on your side. Nobody has ever been on your side, George. That’s the funny part! That’s the funny part. Your little moments, your little moments where you think you have any sort of power...they’re just amusing, George. They’re so amusing to me. Have you realized it yet? Have you realized how you hold no power, ever, at all? Take this to the grave, George...you’re nobody.”

- DreamXD tells Quackity it’s clear to log on, but Quackity still doesn’t die. DreamXD then says that it was all an attempt to trick Quackity into logging in and calls for George to log back on.

DreamXD: “I was never with him, George...I’ve been by your side since the beginning, George...I promise.”

- They walk back to McDonald’s. DreamXD assures George that Quackity will pay for this. He murders Bad to cheer George up. DreamXD also makes George a server operator for a short moment.

- George runs back, shouting at Quackity to log in. Quackity replies that as long as he’s outside of George’s realm, they have no power over him. The instant he logs in, they have control. He won’t give them that satisfaction.

- George threatens to canonically ban Quackity for eternity. Bad warns him of the mark this might make on his soul. George presses enter...and it doesn’t work. 

Quackity: (laughing) “George...you really thought you had the power! You really thought you could do anything to me! George, you can’t! You can’t do anything to me! Not now, not ever, not as long as I live, George.”

“Long live Quackity, George...I never die.”

- Quackity announces that he will be building a salad store right across the street from George’s store, and there’s nothing George can do about it!

- quackitynumber2 joins the game. George tells him that if he sacrifices himself to the lava, he’ll forgive him. Quackitynumber2 does just that. They rescue real Quackity from the lava.

- DreamXD takes George to the Oogway Shrine to “pray.” 

- Sapnap comes on, very confused. They continue to ratio Wendy’s.

- Jack preps for his date. Foolish gives him a pep talk, then Wilbur briefly joins to ask if Andrea’s there yet. Antfrost arrives in a maid outfit.

- Andrea eventually comes onto the server. She dies once and Sam declares it canon. Sam gives Jack gifts for the date at Spawn.

- Jack and Andrea ride around in a boat a bit. The date continues as Antfrost and Sam work as diligent wingmen.

- Sam turns Jack into the waterman and shouts about Dreamons as he attacks. Jack runs away and waits for the invisibility to wear off while Sam, Punz and the others show Andrea Egg propaganda.

- Sam says they can see the Egg soon! Punz remarks that the Egg is nice. Jack freaks out when he hears about this and runs over, eager to stop Andrea from being mind-controlled.

- Jack makes it to Puffy’s McDonald’s and reunites with Andrea. 

- They continue to walk around, near the Eggpire meeting room. Sam greets them there, leads the two into the egg building and tells Andrea to stand in the center. Jack and Andrea jump down into the Egg Room.

Sam: Break it Andrea. Save the server. Do it.

- Jack warns her against breaking the blocks. Andrea jumps down from the Egg and looks at it.

Sam: DO YOU WANT TO BE A HERO??

Andrea: SIR

Andrea: MR AWESOME DUDE

Sam: Yes?

Andrea: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN AN EGG

Andrea: THAT IS NOT AN EGG

- She says this reminds her of health education classes. A fun way to teach people about the reproductive system. Sam tells her to break the Egg again.

- Sam tells her they need to break the Egg to leave, but Andrea dies by lava instead. Jack warns her that she only has one canon life left.

- Jack struggles to swim back up to the surface through the chute. Sam tells Andrea that he doesn’t see her surviving the night.

- Jack makes it to the surface and tries to get back to Andrea. Meanwhile, Sam tells Andrea that he’s way richer than Jack is. 

- Jack meets Andrea and Sam at Lemon City. Sam gets Andrea a horse. They decide to do a race. Andrea proposes that they sacrifice the loser. Foolish accuses Sam of cheating on Ponk.

- Ponk comes online.

Jack: Hi Fonk

Sam: LETS RACE

Ponk: Shut up home wrecker

WilburSoot joined the game.

- They make a call for all the racers. Wilbur joins and asks Jack for a few words in private.

- Once alone, Wilbur urges Jack to get out of there. This is not going well, he says. Jack insists that everything’s going fine! Wilbur tells Jack that Andrea asked him to serenade her.

- Jack points out that Wilbur did this last time. Wilbur tells him that was just him being a silly quirky goofster. This is him being real.Wilbur tells Jack to trust him.

Wilbur: “I have a plan...basically, you’re doing a race, right? What’s the worst thing that can happen during a race, you may be asking? I’ll tell you what:

“Wilbur Soot has a heart attack and dies.”

- The plan goes as follows: they start the race, Wilbur has a heart attack and dies, and in his last dying breath, he asks Andrea to tell the truth.

- The two rejoin the call with the plan in mind and meet at the Community House with Sam to begin the race.

Wilbur: “I sure hope my arteries will hold up!”

- The race begins! Jack, Andrea and Sam all start running, Andrea still on horseback. Wilbur calls out that his chest is hurting and Jack turns around to run back to him.

- With his last dying breath, Wilbur says to Andrea that she should tell Jack what she said to Wilbur. He then dies before they can perform CPR. Sam points out that Wilbur Soot is not the type to waste his last words. Andrea replies that they were going to sacrifice him anyway.

- Jack has the messages from Wilbur.

Sam: “Can you read those to us please? I wanna imagine that he wrote them about me.”

Jack: “Okay, he said -- you’re gonna struggle, it has my name in it.”

Sam: “Well, just, when you read your name, just say ‘Sam’ instead.

Jack: “Okay, he says, ‘I want to date Sam. That sounds fucking brilliant.’”

Sam: “Wilbur said that about me?! Oh my god, I have chills. I literally have chills right now. I got ghost bumpies.”

- Andrea asks what’s going on between Jack and Wilbur, and questions whether Jack is really in love with her. She decides to run away.

- Sam shows her the prison he built and brags that he’s the warden. Andrea’s horse explodes. Sam asks if they should lock Jack up, and Andrea says they should.

- After Andrea sings “My Humps,” Sam rapidly comes to the conclusion that he no longer wants anything to do with this date. 

- Jack and Andrea’s date continues as he leads her to the restaurant he made. 

- Afterwards, they go back to the mainland and Andrea sees L’manhole. Jack explains that this is where L’manberg was destroyed, and he fell into Hell. Andrea remarks that there used to be a sign here that said “I <3 Andrea” that now says “You </3 Little Penis” instead.

- They sail out into the ocean together. 

- Afterwards, Jack brings her to Foolish’s Temple of Undying. Jack says he’ll see her on their next date, if he’s still alive by then.

- Andrea leaves, and Sam speaks with Jack alone.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

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Why Can’t We? - Extended

Masterlist 

Jaehyun x Reader 

WC: 4.2k 

Genre: Angst (YouTuber Reader x Idol Jaehyun)

Warning: Smut and Swearing 

Original Post: Why Can’t We?

A/N: Hey thank you so much for the love on the original little blurb I wrote. I decided to write an extended version of it for you guys. I hope you like it! If you haven’t read the original I’ve linked it. This is sort of a part two but you could read this without reading the blurb as well hence why I don’t think it fits to call it a part two. Again the grammar may be iffy, I tried my best but things probably still slipped through, regardless I hope you guys like this. Let me know your thoughts. And if anyone wants to send me any requests you can go do that here. I appreciate them and will get to them as soon as I can!

You were slumped over your desk, staring at the work you had in front of you. Your business partner/ best friend was expecting this to be done by the end of the night. The video needed to be out by eight pm. It was already seven, you couldn’t focus though and you knew that if you called her and just explained to her that you fucked up. That you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. That you slept with Jaehyun. She’d help you. But you couldn’t process the fact yourself, you couldn’t process the emotions that were still running through you. You couldn’t believe that you ran. Yet you knew there was no other option. You knew how you felt about him, and Jaehyun never made any move to hide his feelings. Not from you. 

But it wouldn’t work and you knew that, you were so wrapped up in your YouTube channel and all the other opportunities that were coming your way, and he was… well he was Jung Jaehyun. You couldn’t see yourself by his side. Not with how much you’d have to hide it, not with all his fans. They’d find out, your whole life was on the internet, his was too. It wouldn’t work, it would only lead to more heartbreak. Heartbreak at a greater scale one that you could not take. 

You held yourself back as much as you could but last night you couldn’t. Not with the way he looked at you, his eyes showing every emotion he had inside him, not with the way  his mouth felt against yours, the way his hands moved against your skin. You could still feel his breath on your skin. 

A shiver ran down your spine and you were brought back to the computer in front of you. A video of you and your best friend staring back at you. You’d only edited the first four minutes, there was two hours' worth of footage waiting for you. 

Sighing you grabbed your phone, biting your lip you kept yourself from looking at the missed calls you had from him and messages he had sent you. You ignored the burning in you to open them, to reply, to call him back. Instead, you called your friend. 

Her happy voice coming through after the first ring. 

“Hey, dude what’s up?”  

“So listen, I uh I’m gonna need another hour to edit that video it’ll be a little late is that okay?” You said, your voice slightly shaking. 

“Yeah yeah, that's fine.” Her voice fell to a concerned tone, “Is everything okay?” 

“Sorry, yeah I just haven’t been having the best day ya know.” You ran your finger along the side of your desk as you spoke to her. Your mind wandering back to Jaehyun. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked. 

“No there’s nothing to talk about just one of those slow and tiring days.” You lied. She hummed on the other side of the line dropping the topic. 

“Take your time with the video’s its fine if it goes up late we can put it up tomorrow too. Just send out a tweet.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. 

“Okay, I’ll do that. Thank you.” 

Hanging up you opened your Twitter app. Quickly typing out the tweet. You scrolled through your feed as your tweet blew up, you weren’t huge on YouTube but you had a decent amount of subscribers that your posting schedule mattered. 

Minutes ticked by as you liked and replied to some tweets that came your way. But scrolling came to be a mistake. A thread about Jaehyun appeared on your feed and you couldn’t help but open it, your heart aching as the thread appreciated Jaehyun dimples. You loved his dimples as much as anyone else. The difference was that you had a front seat to him. You’d poked your finger into those dimples so many times over the span of time that you and Jaehyun had known each other. 

Quickly closing the app you came face to face again with all the notifications regarding him. Blinking as your eyes stung you bit your lip again. There was only one option in your head again, you couldn’t handle the ache that your heart felt right now imagine if it was on a grander scale. You had to stop this now. 

Opening his contact information on your phone you blocked his number, and on Instagram and every other platform he could contact you. Your vision blurred and your headached as you put your phone back down on your desk. 

You couldn’t edit the video today anyway. Getting up from your desk chair you made your way to your bed and buried yourself under your blankets as a few tears slipped down your cheek. 

Two weeks passed and Jaehyun was a mess, his head was somewhere else constantly, he couldn’t focus on his work. He couldn’t think straight. He just moved from day to day as he became more and more numb. He’d called you, texted you but you hadn’t returned anything. Short of going to your apartment, he’d done everything he could, and that was something he wasn’t going to do. Not after you blocked him. 

He dropped his head into the palms of his hands, the bitter pain of the action hitting him again. You’d actually blocked him. The tears gathered in the corners of his eyes again but he blinked them away. But it all hurt, everything hurt. His head hurt from the anger he felt towards you, yet his heart ached for you. The fight in him tired him out daily. The other boys were noticing, Johnny had tried to talk to him about it but Jaehyun didn’t know what to say. 

She fucked me and left, oh and while she left she ripped my heart out and stomped on it because there is no way she doesn’t know that I love her. 

Jaehyun knew you were cautious, he could sense your fear. But when you slept together that day he’d hoped you’d forget it, that you’d understand that it could work. That with you he’d make it work. He’d hoped that you’d see it. But clearly, you hadn’t. 

You hadn’t even given it a chance. 

You saw him everywhere all of sudden. You blocked him but you still saw him everywhere. It had been a month since you’d last seen him and noting was easier. You’d lied to yourself then and you would lie to yourself now. Because this was for the best.  

You sighed again as another clip of Jaehyun popped up in your Instagram feed. They’d just had another comeback and it was shaping into your biggest nightmare very fast. Scrolling again you came across a clip from a recent interview. He was smiling and laughing with Jungwoo. His dimples showing up as he threw his head back and laughed at something Jungwoo had said to him. Another sigh slipped out your lips as you scrolled again. 

“Oh, my fuck. I swear Y/N if you fucking sigh again I’ll knock you out into next week.” Your best friend was staring at you from where she stood setting up the camera for today's shoot. 

“What is even wrong with you. For the past month, you’ve been sad and angry and you constantly don’t want to talk about it and I respected that but today I’ve had enough.” Her hands had moved to her hips as she glared down at you. 

Looking away from her you ran your tongue over your drying lips. 

“Talk to me Y/N.” She demanded and before you knew it everything spilled out. From the day you met Jaehyun nine months ago, to all the flirting. You told her about all the dates you’d gone on, you even told her how you insisted on calling them friend dates. Watched movies in his room, kicking Jungwoo out so that it would be just the two of you. Making cakes in his kitchen and doing the most cliche things while making them. You told her all of it, how you slept with him and blocked him because you were scared. Obviously, she knew of Jaehyun she’d even met him on many occasions but she didn’t know the details, because for some reason your brain had told you that if your best friend knew them. That if you spoke of the events that the feelings would become real, that it would all become real. 

“You're scared?” She questioned her face contorting into an expression bordering on disgust. “Scared. You?” She was sitting beside you a scowl embedded into her face. 

“Dude, we don’t scare. We meet shit head-on. Our channel is thriving because we didn’t give in to the fear that we would fail. We got where we are with that practice. We don’t fear shit. Especially not the complicated shit because we always make it work we always try.”  

She didn’t even blink as she spoke, you knew she was right, but it was easier said than done wasn’t it? But she was right you didn’t fear failure with your work and it paid off and you loved it. 

“But it’s so much more complicated now. I don’t think I can fix this.” 

“You have to try. Because I can’t stand this behaviour anymore. Fix it, babe, at least try and if it doesn’t work I’ll be here and we’ll move past it.” You nodded as she spoke. Glad that she was your best friend. 

“So I should go talk to him? Apologize? Tell him what was going on in my head?” 

“Yeah, dude just talk to him.” She looked at you expectantly as she got up and went back to fixing the camera angle. 

“Okay can you set up the mic’s now, you can talk to him after we film. Now help me.” 

Three hours later you were dragging your feet towards his dorm. You’d planned out what to say and how to say it, after you filmed, in your mirror. Your best friend giving you the thumbs up when you left. 

Looking up as you neared the dorm, the air left your lungs. There he was walking towards you, smiling down at a beautiful girl. He looked happy. You watched them as they walked slowly talking about god knows what, your hands fisted at your side as she laughed at something he said. Your insides turned and you felt like you were gonna puke. But you had no right. You were the one who left, you uncurled your hand as your eyes began to sting. 

What did you think was going to happen? That you’d leave him and he’d sit around waiting for you. That when you walked into his dorm today he’d take you back with open arms like you hadn’t left his bed and then blocked him on everything. You shook your head blinking back the tears.  

You bit your lip and looked away from them. There was no way back into his life and it was clear and it was your fault., but you had to look at him again. Just one last time. Just to see that smile, those dimples one last time in person even if you weren’t the one he was smiling at. 

Turning your head back to him your entire body froze. He was already looking at you. Stopped a few feet back from the entrance of the dorm. The girl digging around her bag for something. Your heart thumped in your chest, your blood flowing fast, the rush of it the only sound in your ears. 

Your eyes stung again, you couldn’t cry. Not here. Turning away from him you walked away quickly. You needed to get away fast, he shouldn’t have seen you. You felt selfish that you’d stood there that long, that you’d tried to steal that last glance. You should have walked away sooner. The tears slipped down your cheeks, leaving cold wet trails in their wake. 

A hand grabbed your wrist, whipping you around. You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. His hand tightened around your wrist. 

“So you’re gonna run away again?” You didn’t say anything back. What would you even say because the truth was yes. Yes, you were. He scoffed and dropped your hand, taking a step away from you. 

“You're with a girl, you’re happy I don’t want to intrude.” You still weren’t looking at him, keeping your eyes trained on the ground to your left. 

“Look at me.” He said his voice even. You refused. 

“Look at me!” His tone was harsher, slowly you turned your head to him your eyes taking in his face, from far he had looked like the perfect Jaehyun you always saw, but up close you could see the slight darkness under his eyes, the paleness of his skin, the sadness in his eyes as yours finally locked onto them. “Do I look happy to you? That girl is my cousin.” You stayed silent not knowing what to say. 

He let out a humourless laugh, “You don’t have anything to say. Why am I shocked?” He ran his hand through his hair and took a step towards you. 

“Fine then let me talk. Let me tell you about how you fucked me up, how for the past month I’ve been trying to figure out what I did wrong to have you block me, to have you kick me out of your life so easily. What did I do that was so wrong.” His voice broke on the last word as tears began to trail down his face. You were frozen in your spot, your hands shaking at your side. 

Everything that you’d wanted to say, everything you’d thought to say out your head. You watched as he broke down in front of you, your heartbreaking with each tear that ran down his cheek. Slowly you raised your hand taking a step closer to him, you hesitated only for a second before pulling him to you. 

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong. I'm the one that fucked up. I'm the one that ran away, and I’m the one that is so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything Jaehyun.” His arms wrapped around your body pulling you into him, his hands fisting at the back fabric of your coat. 

“I was scared, scared about everything. Scared that it would all only hurt us more in the end. I was trying to make it easier.” This time your voice cracked as you began to cry. His arms tightened around you. 

“I'm so sorry, I’m so stupid. I ran away and I’m so sorry.” It was hard for you to talk through your tears. You tried to calm down by taking in breaths of air. You needed to stop crying. “Please forgive me.” 

You looked up at him, his eyes were red from his tears that had stopped. His eyes softened as they took in your face. He didn’t say anything to you just moved his face to yours, softly pressing his lips against yours. 

“Let me make it up to you.” You said pulling away from his lips. 

You pulled him into your apartment, taking your coat off and throwing it onto your couch. Prompting him to do the same. You grabbed his hand once his coat was off and pulled him into your bedroom. Your mouth returning to his as soon as you closed the door. The kiss was slow and soft, both of you taking each other in. Pulling away from him you looked at his face, his brown eyes dark you were sure you reflected the same desire back to him that you saw. Pressing your lips back to his you let your hands trail down his chest as his stayed planted on your waist. Weaving your hand under his shirt you raked your cold fingers ups his abs earning a shiver from him. You smiled pulling away from him and pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. 

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of his bare torso, pressing yourself back to him you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, softly sinking your teeth into the same spot before sucking the skin into your mouth. Jaehyun moaned, his hands moving up the back of your t-shirt pulling you against him. You could feel his member hard and pressed against you in-between the both of you. 

Licking the spot to soothe the sting you pressed a kiss to the slowly darkening mark, before moving further down. You kissed down his chest, softly pressing your lips against his hot skin. You marvelled in the way his breathing became shallow as you moved onto your knees. Hooking your fingers into the buttons of his jeans you undid them pulled them down along with his boxers. You pushed him back towards your bed letting him step out the articles of clothing and sit down as you slowly wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. He was already so hard. You looked up at him as you slowly moved your hand down before licking the tip, wiping away the moisture that had gathered there. 

He groaned at your action, his eyes locked with yours as you made your way down his dick kissing down the underside towards his balls before sticking your tongue out and licking back up to his tip. His cock twitched in your hand as you wrapped your lips around his head. One of his hands twisted into the back of your hair softly grabbing your locks. 

Jaehyun’s head fell back as you moved him further into your mouth, you went slow letting yourself feel each vein with your tongue as you fit him into your mouth. Soft moans spilled from him, flowing towards you as you begin to move him in and out of your mouth, using your hand to massage the rest of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

A soft growl fell from his lips as he pulled you off him. 

“You can finish that some other time.” He said, yanking you up into his lap you straddled him, as he kissed you roughly his tongue entering your mouth and quickly meeting yours. You moaned into him as his hands moved under your shirt one hand unclasping your bra. 

“Fuck.” he cursed pulling away from you before pulling your shirt off and throwing it across the room. He tangled his hand in the hair at the back of your head again pulling you towards him to press his mouth to yours as you let your bra fall off and tossed it onto the ground. The thumb of his other hand drawing circles at your hip. 

He stood up taking you with him, not breaking the kiss as he did. You groaned as his dick pressed against your clothed core, causing heat to rush through you. He tossed you onto the bed before quickly following you. 

“I’m so fucked.” He said before pressing his lips into your neck, sucking the skin as you had done before on him. You moaned letting your hand fly to the back of his head as he moved down towards your chest, leaving open-mouthed kissed until he got your breast.

He lifted his head from you and stared at you, his eyes almost black with lust. Your breathing was laboured as he smirked at you before returning his mouth to your nipple. He harshly sucked it into his mouth pulling it up between his teeth. You let out a breathy moan, his name flowing out of your mouth, as your chest arched off the bed following his mouth. He laughed before letting your nipple pop out of his mouth and pushed up you back into the mattress before kissing over to your other breast copying his action before moving his kisses down your stomach. 

You writhed under him as his mouth got closer to where you wanted him. Hooking his fingers into your legging he pulled them down leaving you in only your panties. He looked up at you before looking back down at your covered core. Your cheeks reddened as he smiled. 

“Your so wet baby, you soaked through your panties.” His voice was thick with lust, his face showing on full display his desire for you. 

“For you,” you panted back, as he pressed a finger to you over your panties. 

“For me.” He whispered to himself before pulling your underwear down. He hovered his face over your clit, you could feel his breath teasing you. Bucking your hips towards him wanting him to do something already. You snaked your hand down to his hair. 

“Please.” You whined pushing yourself up towards him again. He chuckled, taking your hand from his hair. He held it at your stomach pushing you down back to the bed before he ran his tongue up your slit. Your eyes closed shut as your loud moans filled the room. He repeated the action before taking your clit into his mouth sucking on the swollen nub.  

“Jaehyun.” You whined moving your other hand to his hair only for him to grab it and hold it down next to your other one. You whined trying to move your hips but being unable to as he held you down. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him now. 

“Baby please, you can finish that some other time.” You said stealing his words from earlier. “I need you.” He pulled back from you, his mouth covered in you. He let go of your hands letting you loop them around his neck as you pulled him back up to you. Immediately pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss, you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

A deep moan fell from your lips as he slipped his cock between your folds slowly moving so that the tip was hitting your clit. His hand wrapped around your head weaving into the hair at the top as the other one knotted into the sheets next to your head. 

He pressed his forehead against yours closing his eyes as he continued to repeat his action savouring the breathy moans that fell from your open mouth. 

“Please.” You whined when you had as much as you could take, “I need you. Please.”  You begged.  

His breathing mirrored your own, harsh shared breaths as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. Your eyes fell shut at the stretch, you clenched around him as he took his time sliding into you taking in the feeling of your tight walls around him. 

“Fuck,” He muttered against your mouth followed by a soft moan as he bottomed out. You both breathed heavily as he stayed still, agonizing seconds passed before he pulled back again before spanning his hips back to you. Your head twisted to the side as he picked up his pace. He bit into the soft skin of your jaw as he moved in and out of you. 

The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room along with your moans, overwhelming your mind as he fucked you into a daze. You drowned in your head with every snap of his hips, you could feel him hitting your g-spot with each thrust pushing you closer you climax. 

Sweat dotted his forehead as his thrusts sped up, throwing you off the edge into the depths. Your back arched off the bed, your chest pressing against his as he took your lips up with his swiping his tongue against yours mirroring the action of his hips as he thrust into you harsher chasing after his release. You moaned his name but it sounded far off to your ears as you shook underneath him. Your walls clenching around his cock, finally his dick twitched and he came spilling himself into you. A loud moan leaving him followed by heavy breathing as he looked down at you. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck as you both came down from your highs. 

“I’m so fucked,” He whispered to you. “Don’t run away from me again Y/N. I won’t be able to take it again.” He said and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere Jaehyun.” You said stroking his back with your hand. 

“Good because, Y/N, I really like you.” You turned your head to him, his eyes meeting yours as you did. You could see the emotion in his eyes, you could see the truth behind his words, the real words he’d wanted to say. 

“I really like you too, Jaehyun.” You said, also keeping the grander emotion with you. For now. You had plenty of time to say it to him. To hear it from him, because you weren’t going anywhere, but the three words rattled around your brain, your heart your entire being as you looked at him before pressing your lips against his. 

I love you. 

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If You Make a Robot Your Bitch

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Summary: Revenant likes it rough, you're not a fool to not see that. Sometimes your partner drives you to your limit and relishes in it, begging you to hurt him, begging you to take your frustrations out on him. And who are you to deny turning the Big Bad Wolf into your puppy bitch?Or! In which Revenant pisses you off in the arena and taunts you and you give him a taste of his own medicine, much to his delight.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Revenant/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva, degrading + humiliation + threatening to kill Revenant but he’s into it ofc, bullying Revenant but he’s into it, sounding (kind? it’s a device to make him not bust a nut through his dick), Revenant has both a penis and vulva mod, Reader is the dom top in this!, This fic may not be Screen Reader accessible due to Revenant’s dialogue

Words: 5.7k

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It was funny, you thought.

It was funny that Revenant acted the way he did. All big, all bad. It could make you laugh. It’s all bark, no bite. You much preferred to put meaning behind your words, step up to the plate and actually follow through with what you said.

That’s what started this in the first place. When he’d threatened you in the arena on your first week- sponsors had paired you up together, excited to get the newbie in with the metaphorical circling shark. He’d told you not to get in his way, scoffing at you, refusing to work as a team.

So, you told him, “If you don’t get your sorry, pathetic act together and stop bitching? I’ll rip out that asinine tongue of yours and put it to better use than your complaining.” All while backing him up into a wall, snarling as best as your more human features could. You’d watched his amber optics spin, watching as he’d just gone ‘Pah.’ at you like a push off scoff and moving past you.

But he’d never tried you again.

In fact, he started to become more bearable on a team. Actually working with you to get the job done. So, you started treating him like he was acting; Like a dog.

And you swore you saw him metaphorically puff out his chest and stand taller on days you called him ‘Good boy’ when he wasn’t being a pain.

~Rest under the cut~

In the end, turns out you’d been right, of course. He’d come crawling to you one night after a match. You’d been heading to the gym showers, but he’d stopped you. Said something about a spar. You knew the odds weren’t exactly fair without your gear- he was near made of entirely metal after all.

But you’d agreed. And when you wound up pinning him to the ground a bit too easily, straddling him, knees sunk into his hands and a hand around his throat? You noted the way he tipped his chin up, despite his seething words and the low growl of his voice. You’d seen the way he looked at you. Felt how his hips tilted upwards-

“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” You’d snarled at him. A little experiment of your own. And oh, how you’d felt his voice box rumble against your hand in a quiet groan, the way his hips tried to press further up to even get a chance of touching you.

That’s what had started it. At first that’s all it had been, just sexual. Where you’d mock him, pin him down.

Make the Big Bad Wolf your bitch.

That’s all it should have been. Anything more would have gotten dangerous. He’d proven that. He’d gotten possessive and protective of you. Snarling at others that flirted at you, to standing behind you and looming over you when you were so much as just trying to enjoy Elliott’s bar parties. You’d assumed, at first, it was just Revenant’s way of actually saying he enjoyed your presence enough to keep an eye out for you.

And besides it made you feel...wanted . In a way.

Then it happened one night when you were fucking him raw and making him metaphorically bleed- more like sparking. You’d brought it up during aftercare, stroking your fingers through the fur at his collar. He’d been given a new body this time, not just his skeletal figure. But a tall, imposing, almost beast-like body with a skeletal beast-like head. Suited him well.

You’d asked him if he liked you. Revenant had tried to sarcastically tell you that no, he hated this arrangement. But when you’d grabbed his jaw and forced his eyes on you and told him that he knew that isn’t what you meant-

It was the first time you’d seen a man of his stature seem to shrink right before your eyes.

Feelings were complicated. It took you time to realize you wouldn’t mind if he wanted more from you, but that you were also satisfied with your little ‘stress relief’ situationship. Revenant was a complicated being, one where you’d assumed all that went through his mind was doom and gloom. But you knew better, in your heart.

He’d protected you; He even would make sure your wounds were taken care of by the doctors appropriately. You fondly remember the time he’d been taken out of the game early and you’d carried the title of champion alone. Only for him to come to your room at the medbay and snarl at the doctor to be gentler with you.

Revenant could love. But he showed it in ways that could have just been not seen. That could have easily been brushed off and ignored.

That night he’d ran from you. And the very next day you’d cornered him in his own quarters and told him to talk about his feelings.

And you wound up turning that situationship into a relationship.

That didn’t stop the kinky sex, however. It just seemed to amplify it. Because now he had something to actually call ‘his’. Not that you’d ever let him. Not when you pressed your boot to his throat and threatened to crack his neck in two if he ever tried to pull some shit like that again. Of course, he just crooned to you, his voice box failing and sparking as he told you that you could hurt him harder than that .

Today, he’s gotten on your nerves again. And you know exactly why he has.

You’re in World’s Edge in a duo. He’s gotten pretty cozy up with you and frankly pissing you off since he’s not normally this touchy feely. He’s doing it on purpose to get your attention. Bumping his head against your shoulder just at the right moment to miss your shot or to unfocus your attention through your scope. Or doing his damnedest to use his voice to snag your attention.

What? Even you weren’t immune to the low, deep growling tone of him.

“Think you’re getting sloppy,” He tells you as you stay crouched atop the roof in the city. Your Triple Take staying steady in your grasp as you ignore him, focusing your attention on Caustic across the way and waiting for him to get into your line of sight. “Think you’re getting easy to distract. What, already losing your touch?”

Revenant says it with a growl, a squeeze of both your hips in both his clawed grasp. Your breath hitches, but you force your attention away from the sensation. “Revenant. Behave.”

“And if I don’t?” You hear his voice box drop an octave, that low growling as his hands start to creep up your sides towards your chest. “What are you going to do about it, little one? Bark some more?”

You squeeze the trigger. Hearing the satisfying pop of an elimination as Caustic drops. You hear Revenant practically moan in your ear, but you quickly whip around.

You have the advantage of his momentary arousing distraction to hitch your leg around his, yanking forward in the junction of his knee to force him to land flat on his back.

You press your boot to his chest, ignoring his laughter as you hold your very own Flatline to his face. “I’ll risk the penalty of friendly fire.” You don’t miss the way his hips twitch. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dying by my hand in front of everyone.”

You leave no room for him to speak as you lean on your knee, pressing harder to his chest and pressing the muzzle of your gun to his forehead. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Can’t keep it in your pants to even do your fucking job? Maybe we should just rip your cock from your body before each match if you can’t learn to keep it down. Wires. And. All. ”

Revenant moans aloud, tipping his head up to meet your gun and his hips thrusting into the air on their own accord. You feel heat twist into your body. That sadistic little twist begging you to move that stupid loin cloth aside and reveal the mod you know he has on. To rip it off right in front of him without disabling the wiring and making him feel all the pain.

He’d like it. You know he would. Masochistic bastard.

You make a disgusted noise and scoff at him just to see him whine as you press off his chest. You ping your next location, not waiting for him to get up as you call over your shoulder, “Don’t make me regret leaving you unchecked.”

--

He makes you regret leaving him unchecked. Predictably.

You know why. Revenant liked seeing you mad, liked when you ripped into him without any thoughts besides your own pleasure. You’d asked him one day why, in an earnest discussion as you were fussing with his wiring and repairing him. He’d told you it was because it was controlled chaos. That in the end, you knew he liked it, and you weren’t doing it out of malice.

Your knife tasted like love.

You’d scoffed at him that day, told him he was really romantic in a sarcastic tone. But, you understood it, in a way. Having control over something that may have caused you trauma in the past. Turning and twisting it so you had the reigns.

Or, in your case, you had the reigns. Something he enjoyed more than he’d ever let on.

So, in the arena when he doesn’t heed your warning and instead starts pressing your buttons worse? You know what he wants. And he’s willing to get it in the public eye of so many cameras. Willing to touch you too just so you’ll shrug him off or snap your teeth at him.

The Champion’s title does not come to either of you. Third place, and you know it’s due to his distractions.

And Revenant knows it’s because of his distractions too. Though he couldn’t make facial expressions, you can see how his optics spin, how his silicone tongue runs across his lightly parted lips. A threat of sharp teeth being his form of grinning at you.

Your fingers clench. Heat in your body. You feel a rush of warmth course through your body, the dull heat of rage. As if someone had just humiliated you in front of a crowd.

Revenant hmphs at you. A toss of his head to the side. A taunt.

And you see red.

--

By the time you make it back to your quarters, Revenant’s following you like a lost dog. Shoving his foot in the crevice of the door when it goes to slide shut and forcing it back open. He gets into your personal space, backing you into a wall as the door slides shut. One hand slides up your side, spidery fingers slipping beneath your sweater to touch your skin.

“Running away from me?” His voice is a low rumble, and it makes your teeth clench. Keeping your eyes locked on his optics that spin, spin, spin. Mischief in them without even being able to correctly form the expression.

“Wouldn’t help if I was. You follow me like a puppy.” You quip back, keeping your tone deathly calm as his fingers play with the bottom of your sweater. Spidery, sharp fingers brushing along your soft flesh as he hums low and rumbling. He leans into you, silicone brushing your ear as he forms one single word.

“Woof.”

You snarl as best as your human vocal cords will allow. You grab his scarf like it’s his hair, yanking him back away from your body and making him stumble. It’s all the momentum you need to slam your boot into his chest to send him sprawling down on the ground with a loud, haunting laugh echoing from him.

You loved him.

But sometimes, in times like this, the thin line of love and hate was danced on.

“Wanna act like a dog, huh? You’ll need proper training.” You speak as you stalk towards him, watching him prop himself up on his elbows to watch you. You don’t give him the pleasure, slamming your boot back into his chest to force him down to the ground.

Revenant’s hips twitch upwards, his hands flat to the ground and his eyes burning into you. You can practically taste his smirk when he tips his chin up. His long silicone tongue slipping from his lips and curling in a flick upwards to taunt you, his voice box rumbling when it forms that one word again. “Woof.”

The sound of your hand across the metal of his cheek is satisfying.

--

Tying Revenant up isn’t hard. You had special rope just for beings like him. It’s made of metal, a thick twisted rope similar to that of a wire. He couldn’t break it, no matter how hard he tried. And you didn’t have to worry about cutting off any blood circulation in a Simulacrum like him.

He looked pretty. Lying on his back on the floor- you told him bad dogs like him needed to stay there, not even giving him the pleasure of being on your bed. His arms were tied behind his back, nice and tight. A thick, black, leather collar around his neck with a leash leading to your hand.

His cock was hard, drooling. The mod was black and looked almost like two thick wires intertwining, red nodes lighting up on the side and the tip tapered. It was long, thick, clearly his thoughts and plans involving the idea of ruining you.

You could scoff at him for it.

His cunt mod looked pretty as ever. Drooling translucent red fluid that you knew to be from his lubricant reserves. It would taste like cherries, just like the same drooling lubricant from his cock. Ever the gentleman.

“Sit. Stay. Good dog.” Your voice is sarcastic, very well aware he couldn’t move no matter how much he tried. The sound of his growl is satisfying as you release his leash to walk over to a drawer that contained ‘play time’ objects. Digging through it until you find what you’re looking for.

It looked like a simple sounding device. A black, thin rod that would slip down into the slit of his mod. But it was made specifically for bots like him. Sending a small, electric pulse every few seconds that was hardly felt by him. But it was made to prevent him from cumming through the mod it was placed in. Rendering it basically null and void without internal sensors.

“Gonna stab me?” His voice rings out towards your turned back, never one for sitting in silences. “Gonna rip me apart? Play in my insides? Cut out my tongue and put it to better use? You love using that threat, don’t you? Can’t stop thinking about my mouth, huh?” You stay silent as you grab your harness and choice in cock for the night, rolling your eyes at his baiting. “Oh, come on, don’t be a tease. Tell me what you wanna do to me. What you really want to do to me.”

“Are you actually asking me, or do you just get off on the sound of your own voice?” You taunt back, not giving him even the pleasure of your gaze on him as you work out of your clothes and into the harness. The satisfying 'zppt’ heard of the straps being tugged into place as you find the O ring to settle the base of your dick of the night into its home.

You’re surprised you don’t hear a response back when you finally turn. The dildo chosen for yourself being a thick red one with a nice curve to it that didn’t diminish its thickness. It had black scaling going up the sides, adding a ribbed texture up to the tapered head. A thin tube going underneath, leading to your hip where a syringe was full of cum lube.

The sound of his growl as his optics drop to it make you smile.

“Oh? Puppy doesn’t wanna bark now?” You tease as you stroll into his space, kicking his legs apart and catching the way he lifts his hips towards you. You crouch between his legs, making sure to show him the device in your grasp.

The look on his face is hysterical. Revenant’s optics seem to widen, his hips starting to buck, squirming against his bonds as you coo. “Aww, sweetheart, did you really think I’d give you the pleasure of using your cock tonight?”

“You bitch-”

“Mmh. The only bitch here tonight is you, love.” You cut off with a grin, resting your arm across his hips to keep him still. You know you could never actually hold him still, but you like the way he stills in your grasp like you are actually doing anything. A quiet green light between you two. That he was struggling for the theatrics.

You slip the device in through the tip of his cock. Gentle and careful despite knowing he’d appreciate any nick you gave him. The groan he releases is strained, choking on his own voice box in a glitch that makes him sound more bestial as the device settles into place.

“Good boy.” You croon softly, petting over paneling of his hips. As rough as Revenant always wanted it, you were mindful of breaks in between play. Though, you’re sure he’d much prefer it if you just took the bait and tore him apart.

You hear him huff in embarrassment. Probably more at the fact his own hips hump upwards at the pet name rather than the actual placement of the device. You pay it no mind. You think you like his obedience. How he’s lying there all pliant and nice.

You know you’ve spoken too quickly when you go to move to stand. Revenant moves, purposefully shooting out a leg and tripping you to fall back to your knees. His laughter is low, haunting, his head lazily rolling to the side as he looks at you all smug. Baiting you once more with his dark tone. “What’re you gonna do about it? ”

You’d broken and repaired his body numerous times. You’d even killed him in fits of play for his own amusement- by now you had hosts ready in your own bedroom as well as his own. Your quarters had a closet now fit with different bodies for him, all lovingly crafted by Hammond and given to you when they realized you were keeping their weapon ‘on a leash’ so to speak.

You also knew just what wires to nick. What wires to tie. And how to put him back together without giving him his ‘la petite mort’ he craved so much.

On your knees between his splayed out thighs, you finally take the bait. “Fine. I know how to deal with disobedient mutts like you.” You grumble it like he’s a nuisance. Taking both your hands and sliding them down his hips, raking your nails over his metal plating, down over to the exposed wiring of his inner thighs.

The loud groan he releases when he realizes what you’re playing at is downright carnal. You shove your fingers into the exposed wiring, feeling carefully with your thumbs until you find where the wires entangle. You yank hard, forcing the wires to pop free from their adhesive and making him cry out as the wires pop with a bright spark lighting up your room briefly.

Once more you reach in, popping free two more wires from each of his thighs and watch satisfied as his legs weakly twitch. But that still won’t do. You take those wires, tying them around each other and letting them rest loose on the ground. Effectively cutting off the ability to use his legs.

You go to stand again, watching with satisfaction as his legs don’t even twitch. To make your point clearer, you lightly kick at one of his legs, watching as it lolls easily to the side and spreading him further apart. You don’t miss the way his cock bobs, or the way more slick drools from his pussy.

“Don’t make me regret letting you keep your voice.” It’s a warning, one you know he won’t oblige. Especially when he laughs at you, his head tipping up to watch as you stand above him.

You move so you can get behind him. Resting your back on the side of your bed and dragging his body close to yours, his back to your chest and his head lolling onto your shoulder. He’s taller than you, so it takes some moving until you find a good spot where you can reach him. You move his hands too, taking the tied long limbs and letting them go to the side so he couldn’t get funny and touch you.

Doesn’t stop him from trying. But you wedge your body against his back, forcing the junction of his arms to stay right where you put them. His grumbles don’t affect you, only serving to make you wrap a hand around his throat below his collar, holding him loosely. You tuck your leg under one of his limp ones, aiming his hips more upwards so you can reach down.

Your fingers skim across his cock, squeezing the base of it and enjoying the way he snarls. No words yet. Shocking from him, but you doubt that will last long.

Your fingers skim down to his valve instead. Soft, warm, and wet. You sink two fingers into him, catching the way his voice box stutters in a gasp he doesn’t need to take. You press your lips to his temple, squeezing around his throat as your fingers slot into the wiring there. Finding the thinnest wire to carefully quirk in a tug with your pinkie, forcing him to feel like he’s lost air.

“Fuu//__/u/c//k- ” His voice box catches on a glitch, jumping in a low groan and forcing him to sound breathy. You hum in encouragement, pumping your fingers in and out of him and listening to the sloppy, wet sounds.

You add another finger, releasing your hold of Revenant’s throat and hearing the way he takes a shaky breath despite having no lungs. You would tease him about his humanity another time, how despite how much he complained and yelled that he still was just as human as he was before.

But for now, you focus on finger fucking him instead. Curling your fingers upwards, pressing towards the top of his cunt. These mods were made to be realistic, so it’s easy enough to find his g-spot. Knowing you’ve found it when his head falls back onto your shoulder and he groans, falling into a snarl in frustration when his hips twitch. Clearly straining against his own cock too.

Poor thing. Not like you cared.

You drag your hand from his throat to catch his leash in your grasp. Wrapping it thrice around your hand to shorten it and tugging it hard to make his back arch. Revenant makes such a pretty sound, his voice box glitching on a cry as you feel his inner walls fluttering in his first orgasm. Helpless but to take what you give him.

You smile to yourself, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Good boy. You can cum for me a few more times, can’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, baby, not with that attitude you won’t.” Your tone is unbothered. Merely slotting a fourth finger in him and feeling how he squeezes around your fingers. Lubricant covers your hand down to your wrist, but you can’t find it in you to care about the mess on your floor either. Not when he’s crying out as you fuck him harder, deeper with your fingers.

You make him cum like this again. And again. And again. And again for good measure.

Each time he cums, his frustration grows, and you can feel it. From the snap of his teeth to the twitch of his body to the way his arms struggle against his bonds finally. And upon his last orgasm, he practically howls. His head throwing back, his voice box jumping and forcing the pitch from high to low.

You can’t even stop how wet you are by now. How your hips absentmindedly roll forward to try and get friction against yourself on the rough padding of the harness. You liked him helpless like this. Helpless but to take whatever you gave him.

A good dog.

“Le--e//t me cum- ” Revenant’s voice is a demanding snarl. One you ignore as you slide out from behind him, letting him rest back against the bed where you’d been. You hum at him as you grab a nearby towel you’d set up, wiping your hand off on it as the tart scent of cherries fills the air.

“Already have, baby. Six times if I’ve counted correctly.”

“N-no—ot what I me///ean.” Revenant groans out, his optics watching as you circle back to him. Poor thing, his voice box is struggling to keep up. Glitching and jumping every few seconds and dropping it to what should have been a terrifying growl. Made him sound like a feral pup.

“Tell me what you mean then. Nice and clear.” You taunt him, moving onto your knees in front of him and tugging his hips upwards. He weighs a ton, but his hip area is lighter and easier to work with. Easier to slip your thighs under his to hold him up and lining up your cock with his drooling cunt.

When he’s quiet, you know his embarrassment is settling in. You steal a glance up at him as your hand slides down, teasing across his cock and feeling it bob helplessly. You ignore it for the most part, going to your strap and guiding it downwards to let it slip across his valve.

“Well?”

“Pah.” Revenant scoffs in turn, turning his head so you’ll stop making eye contact with him.

You don’t like him looking away, so you grab his leash. Yanking it just as you thrust your hips in one go into him, forcing his optics back on you. His eyes flutter, rolling upwards towards the back of his head and his silicone tongue slipping from his mouth in a sparking snarl.

“That’s better. Like when you don’t act like such a hardass.” You croon to him, twisting the leash twice around your hand to force his back to arch. Your other hand falls to his hip, gripping it to keep him angled for you.

Your thrust at a harsh pace, angling your hips upwards so you can watch his body bounce forcefully back into yours. Your hips would be bruised after this, but not like you could care. Not when he’s digging his claws into your rug, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and making those sounds for you.

“Look how pathetic you are.” You croon down at him, sliding your hand up from his hip to hitch in two exposed wires above his dick. You yank them, forcing his cock to bob in the same direction as he cries out in pain and pleasure. Too easy. “How easy a god bends for me. Turned into a mutt.”

Revenant moans pitifully, and you can only guess by the roll back of his eyes that he’s cumming again.

“Disgusting.” You prod again. His voice box glitches in a sob, his hips jumping to meet your harsh thrusts and the twist of your fingers in his wiring. “Useless god you are. What a fucking whore you are for my cock, huh?”

Revenant’s snarl is like that of a lion. Echoing off the walls as his claws drag across your rug, hearing the sound of the fibers ripping.

“Say it.” You snarl back. Thrusting your hips hard against him, feeling the ache in your own hips and the throb of your own clit. “Say you’re mine.”

“Go t-t-t///o he__hell-- ”

You yank his leash, wrapping it thrice around your hand until you can drag his face to yours. His optics are flashing, dimming and brightening as you force his body to bounce with every harsh thrust. But then right when you see his telltale signs of being close, you come to a stop. Relishing in his howl of disappointment.

“Say it.”

He falters too quickly.

“I-I’m yo//you-yours.”

“Again.” You demand, twisting the wiring on his cock, pulling it back until you feel the wires ache to snap.

“I’m yo-you///y__ours! I//I’m you—your fucking who/who__who//whore-!!!”

“Good boy.” You grin, thrusting back into him and tugging the wiring just a bit longer. Just until he finally screeches, this howling, haunting sound as he cums for the final and last time. Ripping up your rug, thrashing in your grasp and snarling in frustration as his cock bobs but nothing leaves. Not even a trickle.

Poor baby.

Your harsh thrusts lose momentum, instead you take the time to lightly hump at him. Letting Revenant squirm and twitch against you pitifully. His tongue is back out, optics fluttering and dimming with each small circle of your hips.

You stare at his tongue quietly. Thoughts flickering through your mind of how talented that tongue was- and how long . How it would soothe the ache between your legs.

That’s all the motivation you need.

Carefully you work yourself out of him. Watching as the lubrication follows, spilling under him onto your ruined rug. Revenant’s only response is a low moan, hips jerking but unable to get far with the way he can’t use his legs.

You’re almost frantic with the way you shimmy out of your harness, panting with a thin layer of sweat on your body. It helps that Revenant reaches for you, clawed fingers grabbing onto your ass before you even tell him what you want. You end up with him holding you up over his head, your toes barely touching the ground and his sinful tongue licking up your cunt nice and slow.

Your hands settle on the top of his head where his bandana settles. Your head falling back as his tongue licking over your clit, slipping back down to your hole where the slithering appendage snakes inside of you. Feeding it into you inch by inch and twisting it cruelly inside of you, licking upwards and flattening his tongue to feel wider.

You whine and his claws sink into your skin. Leaving thin lines of scratches that has blood bubbling to the surface. You hardly pay attention to it, not with the threat of his sharp teeth pressing right above your clit. But he’s so damned gentle about not nicking you there. Slipping his tongue out from your hole to lick and suckle over your clit.

He’s so good with his mouth. You’d be the first to admit that he ate pussy like a champ. Making your toes curl, already having been so pent up that your own eyes are rolling into the back of your head. You bow your back, knitting your eyebrows and whimpering as his tongue slips right back into you. So deep, so deep you swear you feel it in your lower abdomen-

You cum. Humping his face and riding his tongue, crying aloud and holding his head still so you can helplessly hump over his tongue. Helpless to the way he growls low and possessive into you, his spidery fingers slipping up to grip your hips and encouraging you to fuck yourself against his tongue.

You know your own slick and squirt is spilling down his chin, down his neck. You know he lived for the mess, never doing anything clean.

When your heart rate goes down, you slow your squirms. Feeling how he cheekily and slowly slides his tongue from you, finishing you off with a little flick of his tongue against your clit to make your hips jump. You huff at him, slipping from his grasp and sighing with satisfaction as you drop to your knees between his splayed out thighs.

When Revenant reaches for a towel, you slap his hand. Catching his curious eye and the way he tilts his head at you curiously.

“You’re not cleaning yourself up. You’re going back to your quarters just like this. A mess.” You speak slowly, licking your lips at the way he raises the corner of his lips in a sneer. But his hand drops obediently, a grunt from his overused voice box.

--

After you cleaned yourself up and fixed Revenant’s wiring so he could walk again and removed his sounding device, aftercare was to be had. Revenant always scoffed and told you he didn’t need it, but that was whenever his head leaned into your touch. How he nuzzled into your palms and inhaled you as if to memorize your pheromones coding into his database. You’re gentle in ensuring he’s alright and okay, kissing over his temple despite him trying to tell you to fuck off.

It’s the first time he ever asks you quietly if he pushed you. Soft and gentle, unlike him as he peeks cautiously at you. It pulls your heartstrings, and you can’t help pressing a kiss to his palm afterwards with a murmur of, “Nothing I couldn’t handle, big guy. And you’re alright? Didn’t push you too far?”

“Could have gone harder,” He quips back, his optics spinning and making you roll your own. “Try slapping me around more next time. Like it when you’re fiery.”

When it all dies down and he reaches for the towel again, you once again slap his hand and tell him you want him to walk back to his quarters. Dripping with your and his mess. The growl he releases is primal, standing tall over you as you stand with your hands on your hips and keeping your demand firm.

You swear if he could blush, he’d be a cherry.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” It’s spoken in a growl, meant to be mocking. But you can’t help the throb of your own clit. A kink to explore another time.

When he leaves, it’s almost like a teen sneaking from someone’s house the way he looks left and right down the hall before skittering off. The visual could make you laugh as you settle in a flop on your bed.

It was funny, you thought.

It was funny someone as powerful and dangerous as him was wound so tight around your littlest finger.

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Content warnings for transphobia against transmasculine people, including violence and harassment It's easy to say that transmasculine people get male privilege and face less oppression than many other trans people, but only if you don't actually listen https://m.dailykos.com/stories/2019/8/9/1877651/-There-is-a-hidden-epidemic-of-violence-against-transmasculine-people

I hear pretty constantly from transmasculine people about the violence they face from cis people and the erasure, condescension, and "suck it up, you're the oppressor now" attitudes they get from other trans people. 

We are failing the transmasculine parts of our communities. We are failing our brothers and masculine siblings. We need to get better at listening to transmasculine people's concerns and working together rather than fostering hierarchies of oppression within transness 

Once transness is involved, shit gets complicated. Simple responses of "misandry doesn't exist because men have the power" assume transmasculine people have access to the same privileges as average cis men when frequently they don't. 

One of the saddest things about being someone who talks about this is that i regularly get transmasculine people giving heartfelt thanks for the smallest mentions of their needs & concerns bc they're so used to transfeminine people ignoring their existence or being antagonistic 

We need to do better. I refuse for some of us trans people to base our fights for equality and justice by stepping on the needs of other trans people. 

I see transfeminine people I care about and respect who will sometimes share "let's make a world without men" type things and like I have had these feelings too, I struggle under misogyny and have a bunch of bad experiences with (cis, especially but not exclusively) men. *and*- 

- i've seen too many of my transmasculine siblings' hurt as they are constantly lumped into "just as bad as cis men" baskets (which I also have feelings about but is a larger topic I think) & have heard from too many transmasculine people who have spent years in denial bc of this 

I've heard from too many transmasculine people who have put off transitioning, tried to avoid accepting their gender, because they internalized the constant stream of this shit. And I love trans people too fucking much to keep letting it go. 

I get that for many of our communities there can be some incredible trauma around masculinity, either because it was enforced on us against our will or due to violence and/or sexual assault. And i don't debate the validity of that trauma. 

And also we can't extrapolate our trauma into "this segment of trans people, by virtue of their gender, is worth less (or worthless)". 

I mean if we want to dig into it, a lot of us transfeminine people get attacked by transphobes under the auspices of trauma regarding specific genitals or gender expressions or body types. And most of us can agree that their trauma doesn't mean they get to denigrate us. 

Honestly I'm tired. And also I acknowledge that my tiredness about this cannot be even a mild fraction of the exhaustion of the trans people targeted and erased by this must be. 

So I'm calling on y'all and asking you to please do better by *all* trans people. I get the joy and relief in venting about men. I do. We live in a misogynistic society and a lot of us suffer under the hands of a specific gender and sometimes we need an outlet. 

But at the very least please be aware of when your venting is in a public space where it *is* going to harm and affect others, and specifically other trans people (since I don't have the spoons to get into a larger discussion about cis men currently) 

Know that every time we make vent-jokes (or not jokes) about how everyone who is masculine is worthless to us, we are directly damaging other trans people, and possibly painfully forcing some to deny themselves or stay closeted because who would want to become The Enemy, right? 

And I feel like I *have* to keep talking about this because if transmasc people stick up for themselves, I see how often they get shot down as just another "not all men" concern troll or like they're trying to talk over feminine people 

Hell I've seen threads where a transmasc person starts the thread to talk about transmasc issues and *still* people have declared it derailing or speaking over others. How do we address their oppression if they aren't allowed to discuss it anywhere? 

So as a transfeminine person I've got allyship privilege here where I may be condemned as having internalized misogyny or being an assimilationist or something but at least I can't be seen as just another dude talking over women

(i use the binary language there thoughtfully bc a lot of these Us vs Them dichotomies tend to erase nonbinary people or pretend that all nonbinary people are centre or feminine of centre on the gender spectrum) 

Just. Do better. Please. Like. Just listen to transmasculine people with an open heart for a bit and hear the intense transphobia and discrimination they also face and consider the impact of your words on them. 

It sucks to see people who are generally caring and thoughtful about many types of oppression just.. Let it all go when a chance to lump transmasc people in with The Enemy comes up. 

Addendum: I've had a couple people express concern that I'm saying that transfeminine people shouldn't address when they are facing transmisogyny from transmasculine people and I hope that it is clear that isn't what I am saying at all. 

Transmasculine people can be transmisogynistic, absolutely! I've had experiences with that too. What this thread is about is the fact that for *some* people, transmasculine people as a whole are considered less marginalized by dint of their masculinity and it isn't that simple. 

So saying broad statements about transmasculine people isn't "punching up". Its horizontal violence if it's coming from other trans people or can be punching down if it's coming from cis people. That is what this thread is meant to address. 

By all means we should be discussing and addressing transmisogyny. But transmasculine people discussing the specifics of their own concerns isn't in and of itself transmisogyny. We do no one any favours by trying to silence that. 

This thread isn't about transfeminine people never speaking ill of transmasculine people or vice versa. Its about calling-in a specific subset of transfeminine communities for treating transmasculine people as a whole as disposable and The Enemy.

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What Killed The GW2 Tumblr Fandom?

(And I do just mean the tumblr fandom. I’ve not really noticed the fandom as a whole having this problem.)

So full disclosure before I talk about what I’ve noticed personally and why I think this jazz is happening: I’ve never been the most active in this fandom. I’ve tried to be in the past but even at my peak I’ve always felt a lil outside of everything? I’ve been playing GW2 since launch and I’ve been making a Gw2 comic at @torasteals for the fandom for almost 5 years at this point. For most of that time I’ve felt like some weirdo tossing shit into the void and only vaguely being aware of what else was going on in the tumblr fandom beyond the few blogs I followed. I want y’all to keep this in mind cause it does paint my perception of what I’ve seen as different from someone who may have been far more involved in the fandom than me.

Okay with that in mind...

Here’s what I’ve noticed:

The death of engagement within the GW2 fandom as I’ve noticed it seems tied to at least three things: Tumblrpocalypse of 2018, the migration to FFXIV, and the Pandemic of 2020.

Tumblrpocalypse of 2018

Does anyone else remember this shit? Tumblr had that change of policy around nsfw art and changed how they treat links that basically murdered a bunch of creators on tumblr? Everyone remember the mass exodus of artists and creators leaving tumblr for twitter? Yeah tumblr has definitely chugged along alive since, somehow miraculously, but the effects of this can still be felt to this day. We lost a large chunk of creators for the fandom during this. I wouldn’t be surprised if a large chunk of fans, who don’t create fan works, left for this reason as well.

Personally, tumblr’s changes in policy and algorithm during this time nearly killed my comic. I lost a lot of readers and a lot of engagement with my work. I wouldn’t be surprised if other artists went through something similar here.

Even so, I do recall there still being a lot of creators that held on during this time and who persisted to create works on tumblr. But then...

The Migration to FFXIV

From what I’ve seen, a lot of people, creators and just fans alike, have simply moved on from GW2 to FFXIV. Like, a LOT of them. Nearly every artist that I used to follow for GW2 content just doesn’t do that anymore. Nearly all of them have moved onto FFXIV (and sometimes some other game entirely, but it’s usually FFXIV). I don’t know what this says about the state of the game itself right now, but I’m not sure we’re getting as many new fans as we’re losing right now. That might change when End of Dragons is released, since expansions have always historically brought in an influx of new blood, but I’m no fortune-teller.

As it currently stands, I legitimately don’t know how many of us are left in this fandom. Hell, I still regularly make content for this fandom weekly and I can tell you I’ve been burned out on the game and needing a break from it for awhile now. I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t a common feeling.

Pandemic of 2020

I would honestly argue that this is what put the nails in the coffin for the fandom at present. I couldn’t begin to tell you exact reasons why, but I can tell you that as soon as shit really hit the fan last year, engagement in this fandom basically died. My posts that used to get a handful of reblogs, have turned to nearly zero over the course of this crisis.

My dashboard used to be littered in GW2 posts. So much so that even if I didn’t directly follow them, I could tell you who the big names in the tumblr fandom were. I can’t do that anymore. I have no idea who is big and popular on here anymore. It’s not just that people have stopped engaging, it’s that people have stopped creating as well. I’ve seen honest to god radio silence from creators who used to dominate the GW2 tag.

Again I’ve got nothing but guesses as to why this is? COVID has done a number on all of us I think. It’s harder to create and it’s harder to engage. It’s incredibly depressing on a number of fronts.

So is this it then?

I’d like to hope it isn’t?

I don’t really want to end this on such a doom and gloom note, and I’m sorry for that. I don’t think the fandom will straight up die forever but I do think we’re havin’ it rough right now. And there’s no guarantee of when shit’ll pick back up again as far as I’m aware.

If anyone else has thoughts on this, I’d love to hear it. I’m sure my picture of what I’ve been seeing is incomplete, so if anyone has stuff to add or has noticed things I’ve straight up been blind to, I’d be very curious to know.

[stubbornjerk]

Why people keep telling you to block them if you support Pholo (Penumbra Edition)

Or: why jitterbug-juno really deactivated

I love when people categorize this as fandom wank. Really makes you feel like you’re putting the onus on either side of the conversation.

I’m making this post not because I want to stir up spoiled milk, but because I want it out there that this wasn’t a purity culture war.

The TL;DR version of this is that fans of color tried to tell Rab (prev. jitterbug-juno) not to post her Omegaverse (or A/B/O) fic. And instead of taking the L, she posted it on Ao3 and deactivated.

But, if you want context, well, buckle in. CW for mentions of racism and transphobia.

What did jitterbug-juno do?

Before I get into this I do want it out there that I will not be linking Rab’s fic, but I will show you this screenshot of the summary of it.

[ID: It is a screenshot of a fic, “As You Are” by Pholo.

Summary: Peter can hide his scent glands behind cologne; makeup; concealer pads. He can quash his heats with suppressants. He can divert the urge to nest and fawn.

But he can’t feign another gender’s subvocals. He lacks the anatomical capacity. Mag taught him to distract from his silence with fast, flashy words. For longer heists he relies on social convention. Traumatic mutism is uncommon, but remarked upon by enough war vets and soap operas to be widely recognized. Peter’s marks assume he’s been harmed long before they assume he’s a closeted omega. It would take quite the backwater brute to ask why he doesn’t murmur or chuff or growl.

On the 'Blanche there are the usual furtive glances. Juno makes clear to Peter that should he ever want “to talk about what happened,” he’ll be there to listen. The gesture annoys Peter more than comforts him.

‘Nothing happened,’ he wants to scream. ‘There’s nothing to talk about!’

There are 14 comments, 85 kudos, and 11 bookmarks /end]

You decide what you’re doing with that information, but honestly, I’d rather you don’t give it anymore engagement than it deserves.

There was a period earlier this June (yes, even though it’s only the 10th, at time of writing) when Rab was posting snippets of the aforementioned fic on her blog and tagging it appropriately, putting it in the attention of pretty much the entire Penumbra fandom.

What’s Omegaverse or a/b/o and why is everyone so against Rab for it

If you know what Omegaverse is, I don’t have to tell you why it’s controversial. If you don’t know what Omegaverse is, well, Fanlore said it best:

a kink trope wherein some or all people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behaviour research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human.

The term is generally written with slashes (a/b/o). Many fans, particularly ones from Australia and New Zealand, are uncomfortable seeing the term without slashes because it is also an Australian slur for aboriginal people.

I won’t get into the history or the heaps and tons of other discourses (mostly about fictional male pregnancy, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, etc.)  that go on within that. We’re here specifically on Rab v. Penumbra fans of color and we’re staying there.

Anyone who’s been in Penumbra enough to realize that everyone draws the Junoverse characters in a certain way knows that a) Juno is black, b) Nureyev is Asian, and c) as a fan you have to be aware of what you’re subjecting or saying about either of them because of the political repercussions that come with it.

And despite that, Rab proceeded to write Peter Nureyev, a gender nonconforming gay Asian male character that is widely headcanon’d as trans, into a fic using a kink trope that relies heavily on animal behavior.

Unlike most people new to fandom, Rab is aware of what Omegaverse is and is very much white. She is (and if she isn’t, should be) aware of the racist undertones that writing him in would get.

I couldn’t get a screenshot of what snippets Rab was sending out into the ether, seeing as a majority of my friends would rather not have seen any at all (I have all of the usual tags blocked so I wouldn’t have seen it either way), but needless to say, Rab got attention for it. Both positive and negative.

Anne (@hopeless-eccentric) even posted a satirical fic, in the odds that Rab was just writing this thing to be “the first” to write Omegaverse fic in the Penumbra tags.

But, I’m assuming more than one fan of color came into Rab’s inbox and messaged her about it, but someone I know (who would like to remain anonymous) was gracious enough to take a screenshot before he sent his in and let me use it for this post:

[ID: A message to jitterbug-juno about to be sent by a sender whose name is censored with a black bar. His messages says:

“as someone who is a person of color i think the nature of the fic you are writing right now is extremely racist and attributing animal characteristics to lgbt people of color is not at all appropriate, especially when you are someone who is white. i have to ask you to not publish this fic and to reflect as to why you would want to write this in the first place, these tropes are extremely harmful and”

There are 33 characters left to write into the message. /end]

I can’t speak for whoever else sent asks about the fic she was writing. If anyone was actually not-so-gentle with her, well, minorities don’t really owe it to you to be gentle about what they can tell is bigotry-tinged behavior.

But, the message was clear: this is different from your garden variety, lily white straight male character m/m kink fantasy. This is an actual queer Asian character that a lot of queer Asian people feel attached do. Do not post the fic.

What happened next: the beginning of the end

The next morning, I woke up to most of my friends being frustrated by this post on Rab’s account:

[ID: Dated 5 June, a post by jitterbug-juno:

“Gonna leave the fandom for a while. Wishing you all well.”

The tags say the following: not sure if i’ll be back, thank you so much to everybody who’s read my fics, and who’s sent asks or engaged with my art or any of that, you’re amazing and I’m sending love /end]

That... was not what fans of color wanted, but it was definitely an action they took. Some celebrated, as they were very much wary of Rab for having caused much of the same category of drama in fandoms like Voltron: Legendary Defenders and Warrior Cats. This also meant that she was probably not going to post the fic either.

Some, myself included, were relatively pissed, as they’d wanted even just the measly bit of accountability. An apology or an acknowledgement of having been called out in private and that they’ll take time to consider why. But instead we got Rab leaving in the face of fans of color telling her not to post her Omegaverse fic.

Well. The next day...

[ID: Dated 6 June. A post by jitterbug-juno titled, “Well... that was short-lived”

“I gave the situation a lot of thought yesterday. The reaction to my omegaverse previews made me figure I should leave the fandom. It seemed like the safest option.

But you know what?

Hell.

I don’t want to leave. The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space.

Thank you to everyone who sent messages yesterday. I shouldn’t have made that post about leaving. It was really reactionary. I’m okay and I appreciate your support so much.

(bolded on the post) To those who are angry and uncomfortable with me: Please block me. If you’re going to talk about this fic on Tumblr and Twitter– and this may sound odd– PLEASE NAME ME as Jitterbug-juno or Pholo. Don’t vague me. That way people who don’t want to see this discourse can add my name to their block lists.“ /end]

That certainly was short-lived, she wasn’t kidding.

This got a lot of outrage. Again, the fic is up on Ao3 and she has not taken it down. A lot of POC were pissed and I didn’t see a single fan of color actively support what she was doing, at least, not in my friend group. Everyone started making those posts to block them if you liked the fic or Rab’s content in general, in accordance to what Rab wanted.

Perseus (@mraudiodrama) noticed/pointed out that Rab deleted the part where she said she spoke to several POC about releasing her fic, as well as the part where she said she refused to be chased out of the fandom. This was an incredibly pointed detail to edit out, according to some.

[ID: A screenshot of jitterbug-juno's last post taken 11:00PM. Much of it is the same except the following bolded words are removed: "The fic discusses the tropes of omegaverse and I spoke to several POC on Twitter, and I’m going to post it with plenty of tags so people can avoid it if they wish. I’m not going to be chased out of this space." /end]

That same day, Rab deleted her blog. I actually caught this one on tape, believe it or not.

[ID: A screen recording taken at 12:01 PM of someone scrolling down jitterbug-juno's account. The posts and asks about Omegaverse and her post about leaving and coming back are conspicuously absent. /end]

Initially, I thought she deleted all mentions of it. I wanted to see firsthand if the rumors about her deleting portions of it were true. If she added things where she was saying that she wanted to write it because she was autistic and wanted Nureyev to be autistic too, regardless of the numerous QPOC telling her not to do it.

Instead, it turned out, she deleted her blog.

And now, we're here. The fic is still up. Her blog is down. Rab's public Twitter account @nataclinn is quiet about this. Her @cushfuddled Twitter account is on private after her run-in with the Warrior Cats fandom, according to a friend. And her Tumblr @cushfuddled account has nothing but memes.

Again, I didn't make this post to stir up drama. I wasn't even obsessively making this post as a call-out because she isn't in the fandom anymore. I just want it out there that this isn't a purity culture thing that got out of hand in a fandom as niche as Penumbra. This was a case of someone being called out and failing to acknowledge it before running away. And I want all that out of the way before I say:

If you are on Rab's side of this debacle, I, a queer person of color, want nothing to do with you either.