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bearhugsandshrugs · 5 months
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Ayo it's Gortash-conspiracy time, gather around.
Because this note you'll find outside the Zhentarim outpost at Waukeen's Rest is INTERESTING and led me down a rabbit hole. Uktar wrote a report for Keene about the upstart arms dealer Gortash and how he took over and replaced the existing networks. This is juicy for two reasons.
First, the Knights of the Shield. I had no clue who they were so I googled them, and hey, no biggie, it's only an organization that's been around for a THOUSAND YEARS, with a secret service leadership commited to the tenth (yes, you read that right) archdevil Gargauth (who was one of his enemies? You guessed it: Bane).
They were information brokers and political agents with a merchant front. And Gortash just annexed them. Took over their operations. Replaced them. The mind of this man. It really is no joke when everyone in-game talks about what a genius he is, because that type of shit requires not only planning, but a delicate hand to execute. It requires leadership and running a tight ship, and boy, do I find this interesting.
But second, and we already knew this but it hits me once again, the Zhentarim. Their leaders were associated Bane at some point but turned over to Cyric over history as well, with worshippers of Bane and Cyric in general being claimed by the other each time one of them was dealt a destabilizing blow. In consequence, the Zhentarim are listed as amongst the enemies of Bane.
Now to the tinfoil hat section of this. Unfortunately we have no date to this report, so it's hard to judge when Gortash started this. But I find it interesting how this all leads back to Bane again and again, how Gortash seems to wipe out organizations affiliated with Bane's foes. And it leaves me wondering, yet again, when exactly he got recruited or devoted himself to Bane. Was it during that time, when he wiped out those enemies and Bane took an interest in him? Or was that merely a test he had to pass to become the edict of Bane?
But then I'm also confused by Gortash's methods. Bane seems more tyrannical to me, whereas Gortash supplanted the networks. A tyrant might have made them grovel before him. Might have sowed fear and doubt and hate. Here, instead, Gortash just spins up his own operation. And he keeps doing that: He postures as this underdog noble man who worked his way to the top, he has this front, this act of being the hero (he even says so to Ketheric!). Being a hero is hardly something associated with outright tyranny, which would be Bane's classic modus operandi. Don't forget that it's not only about tyranny, it's also about fear and hate. Would you fear or hate your hero, your savior?
Do you know, however, whose modus operandi it would be to pose as a hero, only to dominate in the end? To infiltrate his oldest foe's followers, pose as his chosen one, only to subjugate them?
Cyric's.
He was "the god of lies, trickery, and strife, having previously held dominion over tyranny, murder, lies, intrigue, and illusion." His beef with Bane goes way back, so much so, that Cyric claims to have killed Bane before (oh, and he also killed Bhaal). He ascended to godhood as an exception granted by Ao, and took on all followers of (get this) Bhaal, Myrkul, and Bane. Now I'm aware I am fully in crackpot theory land. But how sweet would it have been if Gortash had actually been a follower of Cyric, not Bane; using the Bane-worship as a front.
It would explain why he's so ready to share his power with Tav/Durge (a true tyrant would never share power so easily – which is why I also think that if Gortash was actually a follower of Bane, he was trying to use Bane to his own advantage, which didn't really work out for him).
And Bane seems to have been skeptical of Gortash as well: He doesn't come to his aid in the fight against Tav/Durge, not even against the Netherbrain. Which is particularly juicy because Bane had the power to protect his chosen ones from psionic powers. (Yes. lol. Really) So if you take Gortash to the Netherbrain and the brain kills him with a thought, Bane could have protected him. And chose not to. Motherfucker
I know, this theory with Cyric has more holes than a Swiss cheese though, I'm fully aware, and I'm still learning the lore, so feel free to correct me. But it's fun to think about.
Anyway. Someone please release me from the chokehold this man has one me.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 month
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I’ve been wondering, how do you think that First died? Do you think it was natural causes (i.e. old age or sickness)? Or maybe died while fighting a monster? Or something else?
Oh, I always was a great fan of the whole 'First was absorbed/hosted by Nomicon' theory aka First didn't die die, but his mortal body and soul became a founding/essential part of Nomicon and he joined with it, sorta like what we see happen to Plop Plop, but more epic!
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Many people seem to believe that First's spirit being in Nomicon happened because Randy changed the future (at least according to wikias it seem to be a leading theory for many), and that before Randy intervened, First just wiped his memory like it was implied/used as demonstration in Ninja Identity/Supremacy and just continued his life without his memory as a Ninja, but that kinda doesn't make sense to me at all???
First was born into Ninja Clan, his Clan created the mask, heck his Clan (seemed to have) founded Norrisville all the way away from Japan and on Americas continent! - did he just wipe his whole life and stumbled around confused how people knew him??
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Amnesiac/Mind wiped First is an interesting thought (damn, it actually would make such a cool angsty AU lol) but its personally not my favorite headcanon for First.
Though of course we can argue that First did get mind wiped but it doesn't stick. So there would be a copy of First's memories in Ninjanomicon and First with his memories but like...without his mask and title? Which also doesnt' make much sense to me?? Does he just.... continues on without his mask but still fighting? (Likely - but also ??? why not just continue it in the mask??) Does he just grows older and watches as the new ninja bounces around? (Less likely - So in that case what's the point of giving NinjaNomicon to Messenger if he is still around???) It seems to me as a sad sort of end to his legacy.
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(Would make a banger sad and angsty Retired!AU too tho lol)
I feel like First is too passionate/determined to end that sort of way. So to me it would make much more sense that he would try to keep fighting/protecting in any way possible and leaving his spirit behind would be one of the most sure ways. Also makes sense to me that to create NinjaNomicon a sort of 'sacrifice' was needed, and since First is the, well, First - he is the building block upon which the Ninjanomicon started to grow and "live". (and yes i am completely ignoring the whole time paradox with Nomicon because I love it as a funy haha episode joke but absolutely hate it for lore and it gives me a headache xD).
So, my personal headcanon is that after defeating/capturing the Sorcerer, First spent at least a decade meticulously writing down his Clan's history and all the knowledge they ever possesed (and basically pouring his soul into Nomicon thru writing ;) ), settling his affairs and making insurances/plans/backups and etc. all the while also still keeping Norrisville safe, before he finally handed over the Nomicon to the Messenger, stepped into it for one last Ultimate Lesson and just went poof. And no one ever saw him again.
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taeyegu · 6 months
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me to you, you to me — 013. not slick
previous // next
word count — 1.0k
warning(s) — mention of food and drink, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, mingyu being a himbo lol
"y/n are you ready yet?" seokmin called from the living room of your apartment. seokmin was waiting for you to finish getting ready so that the two of you could head over to the restaurant for dinner.
"almost! i'll be out in five minutes max!" y/n called back. seokmin couldn't help but chuckle, he knew y/n hated being late to any event but he still wanted to get to the restaurant a little early so they could take their time going in without causing a scene.
at that moment, y/n exited from the bathroom looking absolutely stunning. for someone who talks way too much, his girlfriend definitely knew how to take his breath away each and every time. and seokmin couldn't help but blush as he felt so lucky to be able to call y/n his most precious significant other.
now that the couple (finally) decided it would be appropriate to inform the rest of the hospital of their relationship, everything was a little more at ease. however, even though most things seemed normal, there was a weird feeling that seokmin couldn't quite shake away. especially when minghao had invited him to attend the dinner…
y/n and seokmin both arrived at the restaurant and entered the establishment to see some of the other staff members had already reserved a room for the party to enjoy.
"hey look who arrived!" minghao interrupted the small talk around the table. everyone looked up to see that y/n and seokmin had walked in. "nice to see you guys!" minghao greeted as he leaded the two over to the table. he sat the two next to each other because obviously the couple would want to be seated next to each other.
"did you guys arrive at the same time?" mingyu asked the two.
"yeah, you could say that!" y/n giggled.
"how about jaehyun though? i thought you and him would have come together." mingyu laughed. y/n's smile dropped and seokmin couldn't help but roll his eyes. he decided not to really listen to them as his current conversation with one of the interns, vernon, was much more interesting… well mostly.
"what do you mean mingyu?" y/n asked politely, "did jaehyun mention that he needed a ride or something?"
"no not really, but i just assumed from your guys' tweets that you were together!" y/n couldn't help but tilt her head to the side in complete confusion. however before she was able to respond to the doctor's absurd theories, the rest of the party guests arrived.
the dinner finally began with drinks being served and appetizers being passed around happily. the dinner progressed with delicious entrees and lots of alcohol. the mood was fun and light, it made seokmin almost forget about the fact that dr. kim kept bugging his girlfriend about jaehyun.
actually, he couldn't really forget about it because the man kept bringing it up every other conversation topic. it got to the point where almost everyone at the table was focused on their conversation.
"mingyu i don't know what you're talking about," jaehyun chuckled, "i'm not dating anyone at the hospital." mingyu slapped jaehyun's back in a friendly way,
"no need to hide your romance dude! it's completely okay for coworkers to date!" everyone could tell that mingyu was a little tipsy at this point, "just look at the gs and neuro department! now it's time for pediatrics to come out with a cute couple!"
at this point, seokmin isn't sure if he can take it anymore. he is millimeters away from just telling mingyu off that there is indeed already a couple in pediatrics…
"i thought you guys already had a couple?" everyone at the table turned their attention onto chan the intern. "is it not nurse seokmin and nurse y/n?"
the whole table got quiet. seokmin couldn't help the blush the appeared on his cheeks. did y/n already start telling people that they were together? seokmin stole a quick glance at y/n and was surprised to see that she was also flustered at the revelation.
"pft! it's not them chan!" mingyu laughed heartily, "it's jaehyun and y/n but the two lovebirds are just too shy to admit it!"
"i thought y/n and seokmin were also dating… i mean i thought it was obvious." vernon said in his usual tone.
a few nods and agreements were heard around the table and minghao couldn't help but keep the smile off of his face, "that's literally what i've been telling mingyu but the guy just wouldn't listen!"
"yeah it's pretty obvious that y/n and seokmin are together," seungcheol added, "i saw seokmin multiple times come to the hospital to pick up y/n even though he was off for that day."
"we've also seen them on multiple dates at the sushi place a few blocks from the hospital!" jun said happily, "the neuro department goes there sometimes for happy hour and we've seen them all lovey-dovey together!"
"i also have multiple pictures of them sneaking off at the hospital garden together," seungkwan adds, "you guys aren't slick!"
"w-what?" mingyu blushes, "are you guys serious?" the pouty puppy looks towards the couple in question who are quite frankly still in shock that the whole hospital indeed knows that the two are dating but not because anybody told them, but because the couple themselves are just not good at hiding their relationship.
"we all knew that the fighting and the hating each other was a cover for it." jihoon stated, "the two of you are the nicest person ever, so you guys acting like you hate each other… i'll just say that you're not cut out to be an actor."
it was now at this point where jaehyun decided to pat mingyu on the back reassuringly, "if it makes you feel any better dude i am dating someone--but they don't work at this hospital."
unfortunately, this was not the easy win that mingyu was expecting.
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ganondoodle · 7 months
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big part of why i loathe what totk did with its story and lore is that it tremendously hurts botw in retrospect
i said that before and mentioned all of these points before as well but i just have to mention it again; how totk did away with all the little mysteries in botw, like the ancient hero looking kinda strange leading to lots of interesting theories- WHOOP its a sonau mix guy revealed through a collectable and its straight up said by purah/impa that that is the ancient hero .. like it was an always known fact ......
the sonau ruins in botw of a long gone group of people that lived in the forest of phirone - WHOOP those are just monuments built by hylians in memory of the sonau and actually their real architecure isnt rare and few but everywhere en masse and doesnt resemble the ones from botw at all, aside from some vague dragon motive; theres more stuff of the oh so sadly gone and not at all mysterious anymore sonau left than there was of the ancient shiekah in botw (and now it doesnt exist at all anymore, who cares about them, how important they were, or this worlds history, especially zelda, she never cared about shiekah or history that wasnt about sonau :)))) )
one of the biggest crimes, to me, personally, is what totk did with the dragons not actively mind you, but still changed my view of them and i hate it; i always saw them as these ethereal otherwordly spirits older than time itself (i liked the idea of them being like a final evolution of the dragons from skyward sword, tho of course i dont need that to be canon lol) and then totk comes along and .. the newly revealed -always been there super cool- race of people from the sky is heavily based on their designs ... and they have armor sets imitating the dragons ... and have ... magical never heard of before stones that turn people into .... dragons .... i get how that can be an interesting thing for people to connect but for me personally ... its a mystery that REALLY shouldnt have been solved, at all, or even touched, the fact that you knew nothing about the dragons other than they are here was what made them feel so much more divine and awe inspiring (i know you could try to think of it being the other way around, the sonau worshipping the dragons so much they dedicated all of their cultur around them ((but then again were is that anywhere, if they worshipped them so much then they sure didnt matter in any of what we say of them in memories..)) ... but the sonau designs, the armor ... the stones ... its all such an obvious connection ...) and its really hard for me to ignore it, i actively have to work now to keep seeing the dragons as these untouchable ethereal spirits instead of some sonau guy eating a fucking stone
and yet again its like .. can you really blame me for feeling weird about the sonau/dislike them when ... theres nothing that WASNT touched by the sonau, they already had tech way above the level of the shiekah, they were in the sky, the surface AND the underground all along, theirs is the actually important influence on the history of the world, they have been in every place that was once important, hell they were in every place were a settlement of people is EVEN THE FEW YEARS OLD TABURASA (tarrey town), their buildings look like they were abandoned 10 years ago, all their shit is still working, they founded (this) hyrule, they are the royals, they are the gods, they are the dragons, the ancient hero was a sonau mix clad in waht totk made out to be their signature design elements-
we had recordings from that time (tapestry) and even PEOPLE (the monks) and yet the sonau were a total mystery? even though their culture was literally still there when the shiekah built their tech?
what gets me escpeially is how .. they didnt NEED to erase anything shiekah, they didnt need to act like they never existed, they didnt need to make the sonau be the coolest guys ever and were so desperate to get that into your thinking everyone in the game is obsessed with them and tells you why you should be obsessed too
like am i just insane or is it a rather .. obvious connection to make that the shiekah found the tech of the sonau and built theirs inspired by what they could find, it was so old at that point that its non functional or even recognizable in the present, but when the shiekah found it they could still research it; given how the shiekah built multiple shrines and puzzles to them WITHTIN ruins that, in botw, were sonau ruins, i thought that was the logical line to draw and a good way to connect them while still leaving the sonau to be a mysterious ... mystery (this is what im going for in my rewrite btw)
also another thought, if the ancient shiekah could see the future to a degree they built stuff to prepare the next hero for the next calamity that would happen in thousands of years .. how did they never find out about gan? i know they were more about the future than the past but like ... were they really so stupid to see that the calamity will come back just the same from the same place and NOT investigate?? ESPECIALLY considering that the weird half sonau ancient hero was literally THERE when they saw the furture and built all of that for it???? the sonau werent gone gone in any sense and you CANNOT tell me that the shiekah jsut ignored this weird half whatever looking guy outfitted in an aesthetic and culture that wasnt obviously present anymore and clearly connected to somethign else, with probably clear scars were whatever buildings were lifted into the skies- SOMEHOW- and monoments LITERALLY STILL READABLE IN THE PRESENT that tells you about all theshit that went down?? even if you hid them with some weird mechanisms, are you realyl not gonen investigate?? also why hide it anyway?? if its supposed to be a monument to the sonau why the fuck would you built stuff to HIDE the information from it?? gan cant reach it anyway bc hes KINDA STUCK you are telling me the group of people with a vision of the future and high tech stuff that are famously obsessed with the stars and sky didnt see any of the sonau shit floating around there?? ohoho but it was hidden by magic uwu WHY bc you wanted to wait thousands of years for the "right" link to come around?? so you let thousands of people suffer and die just bc you wanted a specific guy? why not the ancient hero instead?? and solve the problem right then and there?? or would that mess too much with the history all of the sudden, you didnt care about messing anythign else up before either
its all just so messy if you start to think even a little bit about whatever the fuck happened in totk and i ahte it, it solves stuff that didnt need solving, ignores or even erases stuff that didnt need erasing and was all ready to go and be more explored, its infuriating
(also additional thought about the previous rant where i mentioned how characters, esepcially zelda, regress HARD in chaarcter development) someone mentioend this about link and ... YEAH, in botw the main thing was the connection between link and zelda, how they didnt like each other at first and at the end were THE brotp; in totk, aside from zelda mentioning how strong link is, theres nothing, the link that was revealed in botw to only be so silent and expressionless (not fully but like supressing everythign rly) bc of the immense pressure that was put on him is now just the most importanest sword guy who didnt even shed a tear when you get the memories of zelda basically killing herself; or did he know she will just be returned to normal with no harm or memory done no problemo in the end?? i dont WANT link to talk mind you, i never want to hear him talk tbh, i like him being mostly silent aside from his grunts when he climbs a cliff or soothes a horse (i go non verbal in high stress situations too) but you could have shown him be affected by it at all, or idk DO ANYTHIGN WITH THEIR RELATIONSHIP they are best friends whod die for each other but that doesnt actually matter in anything bc he just do what sword man does-
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19crimes · 1 year
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i'm just trying to keep my love alive
in which jack invites you to come on vacation with him only to leave you behind to go to a party, and you need to remind him you’re not to be fucked with.
AN: repost of an older fic that i deleted when i purged my blog lol so now she's back! this was at the time dedicated to @jackmanthomassharlow so she's getting her dedication back. also this is over 5000 words so i apologise in advance
CW: rough sex, oral sex, degradation, slight dom!reader, slight sub!Jack, light bondage, praise kink, unprotected sex
The door to your hotel room closed with a soft thud. You didn’t turn around, continuing to apply the lavender scented lotion to your legs. You weren’t long out of the shower, your skin still warm and pleasantly fragrant from your body wash. Before slipping on your cream silk robe, you had dried yourself with one of the huge plush hotel towels, discarding it on the bathroom floor once you were done.
Muffled footsteps approached the bed. You kept your focus resolutely on your skincare. The steps came closer until he stood directly in front you, standing in the pathway of the light coming from the bedside lamp. 
Without looking up, you sighed. “You’re blocking my light, Jackman.”
Jack shuffled his feet awkwardly, stepping slightly to the side. “Sorry.”
You didn’t reply, leaning down to rub lotion into your calf. This caused your robe to gape at the chest, showing the enticing curve of your breast. You could feel Jack’s gaze heavy on the exposed skin, his eyes unable to keep from looking. 
“Are you gonna talk to me?” he asked, his voice reserved. He sounded like a sad puppy. Normally you’d be breaking by now, easily swayed by the sad tone of voice. Tonight, however, your annoyance outweighed your urge to snuggle Jack under a blanket and protect him from the hardships of the world. 
“What do you want me to say?” you replied, finally looking him in the eyes. Even when you were mad, his handsome features struck you. His blue eyes were rimmed with thick tawny lashes, his bottom lip plump and pink as he worried it between his white teeth. His hands were clasped in front of him, the pale skin dotted with tiny freckles. Despite your annoyance you felt your interest piqued, arousal spreading through you in a slow burn as you thought about how those nimble fingers would feel inside you. 
“Something. Anything. I hate when you’re so silent, it freaks me out.” Jack admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “I know you’re mad at me.”
“No way, really? Wow you're such an empath Jackman.” you snapped, unable to keep the venom out of your voice. “If you knew I'd be mad, why would you go ahead and go to the party anyway?"
Jack let out an exasperated sigh, his fingers carding through his curls to tug at them in frustration. “I knew it would be a good opportunity to make some connections, the kind of people there could have a serious impact on my career." 
It was a line you had heard a thousand times before. The first few hundred times you were sympathetic, understanding. You knew how much Jack's career meant to him. But at this point, you were done with being second in line. His career was a huge skyscraper, shiny and colossal, and dominating all the attention. Next to it, you felt like a little one storey cottage. Cute in theory, but the eye would always gravitate to the shrine of modern architecture that dwarfed you. 
Frankly, you were tired of it. You loved Jack, saw a future with him where you could both be really happy. But not like this. You stood abruptly to walk to the bathroom, not bothering to straighten out your robe where it had ridden up. You stopped short of the door, looking back to where Jack had turned to follow you. 
Jack's gaze was wary, like that of the owner of an unpredictable hamster who was liable to bite at any second. You barely came up to his shoulder, yet the threat of being yelled at was enough to have him cowering away from you. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth radiate through his polo shirt. His eyes softened, thinking that maybe he had misread the situation. Maybe he had gotten away unscathed. 
He was, as usual, wrong. 
In one smooth movement you pushed him backwards onto the bed, the air leaving him in a surprised huff. The backs of his knees hit the edge and he sat down heavily, the bed protesting at his large body appearing out of nowhere. You stepped forward to stand between his spread legs, propping up a knee on his cargo-clad thigh. Jack looked down, swallowing heavily as his eyes followed the enticing line of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but find it amusing, even when he was scared of your wrath he still had a one track mind. 
Curling two fingers under his chin, you tilted his head up to look you in the eyes. His beard was soft, the oil he had used before going out softening the bristly hairs. You stared at one another wordlessly for a long minute. 
"Baby, I-" Jack begun, but you interrupted him before he could get out whatever charming puppy dog defence he had prepared.
"No." 
Confusion spread across Jack's face. You ran your thumb over his lower lip, his mouth parting slightly under your touch. 
"Who do you think I am, hmm?" you enquired, your voice dangerously soft. 
"What do you mean?" 
"I mean who do you think I am, Jack? Because you seem to think I'm one of your whores that'll drop everything for the chance to jump on your dick." 
Jack stared at you, genuine shock across his features. You continued, unperturbed. "And I'm many things, but I'm not that. I don't make a living fucking celebrities for clout. You're not one rung in the 'famous dick' ladder that I'm climbing in pursuit to becoming an influencer who pitches pyramid schemes. I'm not looking to get an athleisure line made by unpaid child labourers." As you spoke, you traced down the line of Jack's neck to the collar of his polo shirt, deftly undoing the buttons to bare some of his chest. 
"I don't- I don't think that about you. I would never." Jack protested, eager to prove his innocence. His hand went to caress your thigh, but you grabbed it before it reached its target. He was visibly startled. 
Stepping back, you dropped his hand. You slowly ran your hands along the front of your robe, fingers playing with the tie that held it together. 
Jack was confused. On the one hand, he knew this situation wasn't going well for him, but on the other, you did appear to be getting naked. And if he was going to be shouted at, he'd prefer to at least have a nice view. He watched, mesmerised, as you undid the tie. The robe fell open to show a glimpse of your torso, so close to his fingertips. You shrugged, the silk fabric gliding off your shoulders to reveal your naked body. The soft golden light bathed your skin, still gleaming from the lotion you had applied. You revelled in Jack's stare. It was unheard of that he was the desperate one, normally he was the one who was smooth and in control. 
"I have a job, I have a life outside of you. I don't just exist when you want to get your dick wet. I don't spend my life on standby waiting for the almighty Jackman to call and deign to grace me with his presence." you mimicked the actions you had carried out on Jack moments earlier, tracing down your neck. You continued down past your collarbones to cup your breasts. 
Jack was mute, aware that no matter what he said he'd probably incriminate himself further. He rubbed his hands on his thighs, desperately resisting the urge to grab you. He was painfully hard, his cargos tented obscenely. 
"You think you're going to fly me out here like some kind of mistress, then go to a party without me the night before I'm supposed to leave?" you asked him, lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him. "Do you think that's a nice thing to do?" 
He swallowed hard, your position between his legs clouding his brain with impure thoughts. "No, but I didn't-" Jack cut off with a strangled noise as you grasped his dick over his pants. You rubbed across the rough fabric, involving your other hand to undo his buttons. 
"What didn't you do, Jack? Go on, tell me how you've justified it in that handsome little head of yours." 
You urged him to lift his hips so you could pull down his pants and boxers, letting them rest around his ankles. Your attention was immediately captivated by his erection, freed from the restriction of his cargos. The pink tip was wet with pre-cum, a little droplet pearling to slide down the head. Unable to resist, you licked up the drop, swirling your tongue around the head until it was wet with your spit instead of pre-cum. Jack let out a groan that sounded like he had just been punched in the stomach, his hips bucking upwards at the sensation.
You pulled away, your fist loosely gripped around his length. "Go on, I asked you a question."
Jack's eyes were scrunched shut, his breath coming heavily. "Uh, I... I didn't, fuck-" You closed your fist, opening your mouth to allow the spit that had accumulated from your mouth watering to dribble onto his cock. Moving your hand at an agonisingly slow pace, you looked up at him expectantly, motioning for him to continue. 
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it.. it wasn't my intention to make you feel like that." Jack said hurriedly, trying to end this conversation so he could get some kind of proper stimulation. 
"Oh you didn't? It wasn't your intention? Well that's okay then isn't it?" 
"That's not what I'm saying, I just thought you'd understand that it was important for my career. And you agreed you didn't want us to be publicly official yet, you could have come, you just chose-"
Again, you cut him off, this time by swallowing his dick as far down your throat as you could until your lips met the ring of your fingers at the base. You sucked his dick for a few seconds before pulling off, pulling his length from between your lips with a pop. 
"Do not blame this on me. If you start that shit, I'm going to get up and fucking leave you here like this." You met his eyes, glaring at him slightly. His expression was dopey, lust-drunk. "You're always talking about being an alpha, aren't you, baby? A real alpha is man enough to admit when he's fucked up." 
There was a long moment of silence, broken only by Jack's panting as he tried to compose himself. Just to make things a little more difficult for him, you licked at the head of his cock again, little licks with the tip of your tongue that teased the engorged flesh. 
"Jesus christ- I fucked up, I fucked up okay?" he spat out, eyes wild. 
You smiled, releasing his dick and standing up. You pointed at the headboard of the bed. 
"Sit up there." 
There was a moment of confused silence, Jack looking at the pillows piled where you were pointing. He didn't move, unsure of how to manoeuvre within this dynamic. You cupped his chin again, tilting his head to face you. 
"Is there a problem?" 
Jack shook his head, toeing off his shoes and pants and shifting onto the bed until his back rested against the headboard. He also stripped off his shirt, throwing it on the ground to join the rest of his clothes.He waited for you to speak, but before he had time to settle you had climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. You hovered over him, resting your weight on your knees. He could feel the warm, wet heat of your pussy tantalisingly close to his dick and he shifted his hips, trying to make contact. He was shit out of luck, as you retaliated by raising yourself up further away from him. You could see the frustration beginning to brew over and you could tell he was one, maybe two minutes from grabbing you and taking over. 
Luckily you knew Jack, knew he had the patience of a toddler that had had his favourite toy taken away. Leaning over, you grabbed the length of brown silk coiled on the bedside table, stretching it taut in your hands. Realisation dawned in Jack's eyes as he recognised his tie. He had stripped it off in a hurry several nights ago, eager to get his hands on you after a long night. You had found it on the floor earlier and put it within reaching distance for future use. 
That future being right now. 
You gestured to Jack's hands. "Gimme."
Hesitantly, he lifted his hands, wrists pressed together. You looped the silk around them, pulling the tail through to form a secure knot. You gave it a tug before threading the loose end through one of the bars of the headboard. Jack's hands were held in place above his head now. You ran a finger under the noose of silk, making sure it wasn't too tight. 
"Is that comfortable for you, sweetheart?" you whispered to him, trying to emulate the softness he always showed when you were the one being restrained. Jack nodded, looking up at you with his pupils blown, his white teeth cutting into his bottom lip. 
You sat back on his thighs, admiring his naked form displayed like a marble sculpture carved by a renaissance master. His arms were raised above his head, the muscles flexed. The broad expanse of his chest was dusted with dark brown hair which formed a trail that snaked down his stomach. It was mostly obscured by the thick length of his cock which rested against his navel. At this point he was painfully hard, precum dripping onto his skin. You followed the trail of hair with your fingers until you approached the rosey head of his dick, where your fingers diverged to avoid touching it. Jack's responding whine was pitiful, squirming under your touch as you caressed his sides down to his hip bones. He had been working out more and it was visible in the hard layer of muscle that had developed under his soft skin.
"You're so pretty, angel. Such a handsome boy, aren't you?"
Jack finally spoke, a single word in his raspy voice. "Please."
At this point you were also desperate, despite the fact that you were doing an excellent job of hiding it. You decided to take mercy on him, for entirely selfish reasons. Your fingers swept back up his side to grasp his dick, positioning yourself over it. Jack's eyes were glued to the space where you almost joined, watching intently as you slowly dragged the length of your pussy over the head of his cock, leaving it gleaming with your wetness. You both gasped, you throwing your head back at the pressure against your frankly neglected clit.
You repeated the motion a couple more times, working yourself up, before you stopped and leaned over to the bedside table again. This time you picked up a square wrapper, the foil reflecting in the light. Jack's eyes were scrunched closed as he tried to get some kind of composure back, but they flew open when he heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper. 
"What are you.. we don't use those anymore. Remember? Because- because we're exclusive, right?" Jack babbled, watching as you rolled the condom down over his length, the latex stretched taut around his girth. "Allegedly, yes. But you don't behave like it. You behave like a man who has no respect for me. And a man who has no respect for me doesn't get the privilege of cumming inside me." you explained, repositioning yourself over his cock, the latex covered tip pressing against your opening. You pushed down, wincing at the stretch as he entered you. You got halfway down his length before you had to stop, gasping for breath. Jack groaned, a sound that was dragged from the depths of his soul. 
Encouraged by his noises you began to wriggle your hips, inching your way down until you were resting on his thighs, his dick fully seated inside you. The fullness was overwhelming, your thoughts threatening to run away from you. 
You rocked back and forth experimentally, leaning back to grip his thighs. You always admired his thighs but there was something extra special about feeling the tensed muscles under your hands as you drove him crazy. You stayed like that for a few moments, riding him and revelling in the sensation. The only sound was the slick squelch of his cock inside you, and the various pants and moans that came from you two. Jack was fixated on how your pussy gripped him, you leaning back giving him the perfect angle to see every detail. He strained against his bindings, wanting nothing more than to grab you and bounce you on his cock until you both came. 
But this was your show. Not his. And you weren't about to let him forget it. 
Adjusting yourself without moving off his cock, your hands came to rest on his chest instead, the change in angle making you whimper. You were now looking into his eyes, the beautiful azure of his iris almost completely swallowed by his dilated pupils. You couldn't resist kissing him, the pink plushness of his lips too inviting to you. His mouth opened immediately under yours, gasping into the kiss as he tried to deepen it. With a gentle bite to his lower lip, you pulled away again.
"I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully. I don't care what kind of career you have. I don't care what kind of an image you feel you need to uphold. In fact, I don't care if you're the president of the goddamn United States, you will not lead me on like I'm some kind of hired pussy for you to fuck whenever suits you. So stop letting your dick make plans that you have no intention of keeping." You quickened the pace of your hips as you spoke, slamming down on his cock. "Because if you do that, the next time you call me begging to get off, I won't answer. And you need to remember something; there's a reason you made this exclusive, there's a reason you kept coming back to me. Because no one else can make you feel like I can. No one else knows exactly how to touch you, how to make you feel better than you ever thought possible. And I'm not going to put my life on hold to be some side piece you use to get off. I want more than that, I deserve more than that."
Jack was open mouthed, the sensation of you riding his cock making him feel like his brain just went on an unplanned vacation. He had heard you loud and clear though. 
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't important. I do want to be exclusive, I want to be official, I want people to know you're my girlfriend. It was all I could think about during the party." he said in a rush, looking up at you pleadingly. "M'so sorry baby, I'll do anything to make it up to you."
Cupping his face, you stared at him, scanning his eyes. Looking for the hint of deception, of him lying just to get what he wanted. You fancied yourself a good judge of character, particularly when it came to Jack, who wore his heart on his sleeve like a neon sign advertising his feelings. You saw the genuine emotion behind his words, felt it in your gut that he was being truthful. You nodded, pressing your lips against his once more. This kiss was different, it felt like all the tension and anger had been drained out of you. You reached up to undo the tie that kept him bound, suddenly finding the absence of his hands on you unbearable. Fumbling with the slippery silk, you pulled at the knot until it gave, his hands free again. 
Jack immediately grabbed you, sitting up properly to grip you to his body in the tightest hug. The head of his dick was directly against your cervix, the mixture of pleasure with a hint of pain making you want to cry. His hands held your hips in place as he ground his into you, little "ah" noises of pleasure escaping him. You could have stayed like this forever, but there was one thing still wrong. 
"Waitwaitwait." You said in a rush against his mouth, using his shoulders to leverage yourself off of him. Jack looked dazed, his expression crestfallen as he suddenly found himself no longer inside you. 
"What's wrong baby, did I hurt you? Is everything- oh." Jack watched you slide the condom off, tossing it onto the locker. You gave him a big smile, climbing back into his lap where he had criss-crossed his legs. 
"Wanna feel you properly. I hate those fucking things, it punished me as much as it did you." You shrugged, before sinking down on his cock. 
"Oh my fucking god-" Jack choked out; the grip of your wet pussy around him had him feeling like it was his first time all over again. For you, the slide of his bare cock inside you was an almost biblical experience. Fittingly, Jack looked like a pre-Raphelite depiction of an angel; curls in a halo around his face, his big eyes shining with emotion, cheeks tinted pink under his beard. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck, not wanting even an inch of space between you. Jack's arms curled around you, pressing you against his chest as he thrust upwards. This position allowed you to grind your clit against his pelvis, and you threw your head back in pleasure. Jack dove in to suckle sloppy kisses onto your neck, making your eyes roll back in your head. The rasp of his moustache against your skin was almost too much, every nerve ending in your body electric. 
"Jack.." 
The sound of his name from your mouth, the way your voice was tense with desperation, it was music to Jack's ears. He pulled back from kissing your neck, watching in awe as your eyes fluttered shut, overcome by pleasure. Your skin was glowing, lips parted as you panted. To know that he was the only person that got to see you like this engulfed his heart in a glow of warmth. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging on the fistfuls close to your scalp. 
You groaned, arching your back. The electricity between you and Jack threatened to come to a crescendo, lightning dancing on the horizon. Jack's body against yours grounded you; the tensed muscles of his thighs under you, his strong arms cradling you like you were the most precious china figurine. You dug your fingernails into his broad shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he used his grip on your hips to bounce you on his cock. 
"M'gonna cum, Jack." you managed to whimper against his skin, so close you felt delirious. Jack's hand cradled the back of your head, a gentle touch that was out of place amongst the almost violent pace at which he was fucking you. "Let me take care of you, baby. You can let go, I've got you." He panted, desperately close himself. The way you ground against him on his downstroke, the way your walls gripped him like a vice, the way you bit down on his shoulder, the little muffled noises you made as you came, pulsating around him - it was too much. 
"Jesuschristifuckingloveyou." he swore in a rush as he came too, flooding you with the warmth of his cum. The sensation never got old, never became any less thrilling for either of you. The implication of what could happen always hung heavy in the air, teasing you both. 
Your head was spinning, unsure if you had just heard that or if it was merely a delusion conjured up by your mind. While you wondered, Jack leaned back to lie flat on the bed, still holding onto you tightly. His chest still rose and fell rapidly as he tried to recover. You kept your head buried against his neck, your thoughts racing. 
Eventually, the silence became too much for you to bear. You were trying to think of what to say when Jack spoke up first. 
"I know what you're thinking." 
You felt his deep voice reverberating through his chest. You shivered as he swept his fingertips along your spine, gliding over the little ridges that lay under the skin. 
"What am I thinking?" 
The was a pause before he replied. "You're thinking that I just said that I loved you because I was nutting."
You shifted to rest your head on your arms, finally looking Jack in the eyes despite the fear you felt. 
"Well, did you?" 
Jack's gaze was measured, his eyes no longer clouded with lust but instead shone with what you were almost afraid to label as love. 
He had meant what he said, the entire time he was at that stupid party all he could think of was how much better it would have been had you been there. He found himself wondering what you would have said, how you would have been unimpressed by the shameless gloating that was par for the course at these events. How the two of you would have laughed afterwards at the air of desperation; the middle aged men dressed stiffly in designer labels like mannequins, accompanied by their trophy wives who barely concealed their disgust at their husbands.
You weren't like that. You were a genuine soul, someone who put little worth in social status or money, or labels, designer or no. He realised that he had the opportunity to land everything he had ever wanted, providing he didn't fuck it up. 
"Jack?" You were concerned at how long he was silent, unaware that he was having a revelation. 
"I love you." He said firmly, gripping your face between his hands, smushing your cheeks slightly. You were sure you looked like a pug, but Jack's grip was unwavering. 
"I love you." He repeated, laughing suddenly. "Holy shit, I love you. I really do. And I don't care if you believe me right now, because I'll prove it to you. I'll show you every single day." 
You did wonder if he had perhaps lost his mind entirely. But his eyes were clear, looking directly into the deepest parts of your soul. You ignored the twinge of anxiety, the 'what if?' monster that never wasted the opportunity to rear its ugly head. You went with your gut instead, with the warmth that bloomed there like a garden of fresh wildflowers. 
"I believe you." you replied. "And.. I love you too. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to expose myself. I didn't think you felt the same way." 
A lazy grin spread across Jack's face. "You silly girl, of course I do. I wouldn't fly you halfway across the world just because I wanted to fuck you." At the sight of your raised eyebrow he quickly amended his statement. "Well I would, but only because I love you."
You couldn't help but mirror his grin, his happiness was infectious. You were about to tease him when you caught sight of the time. It was just past 3 am. And your flight left at 7 am. You let out a noise of disgust, dropping your head back to Jack's chest. 
"What's wrong now, angel? Did you remember something else I did? Am I about to get yelled at again?" Jack joked, poking you in the sides with his manicured fingernails. 
"No, although if you keep poking me I can probably dig up another grievance." You grumbled. "My flight is in like, 4 hours." Jack's face fell, his arms wrapping around you tightly again. "Well you can't get on the flight if I don't let you go. How will you get dressed? They won't let you on the plane naked, never mind with my cum running down your leg." Freeing one arm from his embrace you slapped him playfully on the chest. "Oh my god, shut up. You're gross."
"It's not gross, it's a fact." he shrugged. 
"Please stay a bit longer." Jack's voice was small, hesitant. He wanted you here, wanted to take time off to spend with you, enjoy the island together as a couple. But he knew how important your job was to you, something he admired to no end about you. Just this once though, he hoped you'd throw caution to the wind and stay by his side. 
"Okay." You found yourself saying without even thinking. "Work are going to kill me, but I guess I'll make it up to them."
Jack's eyes lit up, he had half been expecting you to turn him down. "Tell them your boyfriend has to make it up to you first, that's more important." 
You snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure Sandra in HR is really invested in the intricacies of my relationship."
"Sandra's the old one right? Honestly that's probably the closest she gets to dick, you're doing her a favour if anything." 
"So I guess from that perspective, I'm basically a saint. I'm helping the elderly." You struggled to hold back your laughter. 
"So saintly, babe. So angelic and pure. In fact, so pure and godly, I'm almost sad that I have to defile you again." 
As you laughed, Jack turned over, flipping you both so he was hovering over you. "Jack, wait, I had better call them to-" 
He cut you off with a hungry kiss that took your breath away. "Call them later. They're not awake now anyway. But you know who is? Me. And I want to fuck my girlfriend, whom I love." 
You giggled giddily, happiness bubbling in your chest like you had swallowed soda too fast. 
"Alright, alright. You win, but only because I love you."
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lavenoor · 6 months
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Hey Noor I read your latest iaptbap chapter and I loved it ! Even though I hate sen now. You can't convince me that sen didn't purposely cut down that rope. He probably expected and wanted her to be hurt so that she won't have the energy to escape (because he goes as far as drugging her) he probably just didn't expect her to break her leg.
Anyways, I was wandering if the new yandere could be lady eboshi since she is very smart , strong and knows the mc for quite a while?
suprisingly, sen didnt truly intend on hurting mc. sen is the epitome of impulsiveness, and he has had a tendency to randomly and violently lash out, ever since the beginning of his arc. he was so out of his mind and desperate when he saw how far mc got, his instincts just took over.
now would sen rather have mc injured and with him OR healthy and away? the answer is unfortunately the former. he'd simply use his fucked-up justification of "well, better for her to be injured than dead. because she'd totally be dead without me" 💀 so although he didnt intend to do that, he's not totally upset with the outcome :/
now enjoy my cryptic answers to the asks regarding the FINAL yandere.
Anyways, I was wandering if the new yandere could be lady eboshi since she is very smart , strong and knows the mc for quite a while?
no one:
Kadrien Damascus Darius Casper Axel Aspen the Third: hai!!!!! XDDD
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HELP omg lemme kin assign them to the best of my abilities. (FY = final yandere btw lol).
arien: pinkie pie
beau: twilight sparkle ofcc
espen: fluttershy
sen: rainbow dash
ww: applejack (because apple im soo creative ikr)
FY: rarity (this actually fits VERY well omg)
however i want to clarify that when i said there would be 6 yanderes, that was wayyyy before i made a lot of changes and additions to the story. so i just want to state here that the final yandere is not necessarily the only yandere that has yet to be revealed.
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ok this is interesting... i will say that mc's childhood friend has slightly more significance than luka/jasmeet/creel/etc, but not as much as the princes/yanderes. i want to spoil the reason why certain characters are important to the story sooo badly but i cannot because thats like the biggest plot point in the whole damn story im sorry 😭 watch someone guess it tho lmao. actually one person sort of guessed it a loooong time ago which had me absolutely floored. but anyway-
thank you, im so glad u liked the chapter! i truly did chip away at it for 7 months and so i think it's more polished than a lot of my work lol <3
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LMAO i love the way you think but that was just a corny simile, im sorry 😭😭
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Kadrien, your thoughts?
Kadrien Damascus Darius Casper Axel Aspen the Third: i am SHOOKETH!! im gonna send a text blast to the whole school sharing this theory... right after i take this buzzfeed quiz tho elle oh elle! XDD
(im literally so sorry for this i cant help it
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waluigi-time · 5 months
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okay so thoughts on the new seasons premise & also implied lore (this might be very rambly apologies I just have thoughts). SPOILERS UNDER CUT
okay so the secret keeper is very clearly the watchers right? Feeds on negative emotion, very similar symbol, its the watchers.
my other evidence for this leads into the theory about how each game mimics the winners previous game which I cannot take credit for but I also can't remember who figured it out
that theory baso states that each game mimics how the winner won their game, and ngl I do not remember how Grian & last life fits in, but Scott wins last life by sticking to his alliances and playing honorably & the next game forces everyone into rigid alliances. Pearl wins double life as a lone wolf and the next game does not favour alliances, and actually sees a lot of chaos as allies turn on and kill eachother to keep their time. Martyn wins limited life, and Martyn wins his game via sneakily sowing seeds of chaos, and also Martyn is known for doing watcher lore. Secret Life matches both of these.
so yea secret life having watcher lore makes that theory make even more sense to me
The Secret Keeper!! So far, the secrets all seem very tame, very chill but if you read into it & watch A LOT of perspectives, almost every single secret caused (or should have caused) feelings of discontent and betrayal
FOR EXAMPLE, Scar felt betrayed by Tango pretending to be interested in Star Wars, Gem being put on edge by both Skizz & Scott being very clingy and weird around her, Grian feeling betrayed by Mumbos puns not being a bonding moment but a task
AND ALSO Lizzie hating Cleos base above her base, the chaos Ethos would've caused if it hadn't been session 1, Jimmy literally says "people are gonna hate me for this", Joels task pushing him to put himself and others in dangerous situations (you could argue same with Gem and the leap of faith)
I don't know where I'm going with this, but the secrets given out will make keeping trust & doing alliances HARD and if the secrets get worse (which Grian has stated the red life ones will be different), things might get tense
Also I have feelings about Tango & Skizz being allied again, it really feels like a looping situation
ALSO mumbo and lizzie returning and in the first episode the secret keeper is giving out end crystals (etho gets one)
Also Scar and Grian and the desert and the camel, and Jimmy finding an amethyst quickly & making spyglasses, and Pearl building a dog army again
I am just Thinking
The life series is starting to feel like, almost a time loop situation?? Each time its different but each time its similar enough we all go "thats a wild coincidence", to me it almost feels like there are some things written into the stars that cannot be changed
I may come back update this when I've finished watching all povs
Anyway this season I am feeling a Skizz win on the cards
IMMEDIATELY EDITING TO ADD A POINT LOL
Grian mentioned he asked for end availability? AND THE DEAL WITH THE END IN EVO SMP
AND THE WATCHERS AND THE WATCHERS AND THE WATCHERS
Also i was thinking "wow all the tasks r similar except big bs bc all the tasks make u stand out but bigbs is really a very antisocial one" and I Saw A Tumblr Post by @/sirinoya THAT INCLUDES A SCREENSHOT OF BIGBS TASK AND FOR SOME REASON HIS WAS RED
so clearly thats like A Special Task
I don't know I'll probably pick more stuff up but also Grian fully going "you have to let evolution take its course" and Martyn having a TERRIBLE time in his first episode
I am experiencing things I am THINKING
.... end availablity.....
also not lore related but i miss rendog where is my rendog i want to see him be insane in the life series i wanted a red king win so badly
Edited again to mention, Big B being a member of evo smp and getting a special task, and being the ONLY member of evo smp and the life series who (as far as I know) didn't have a lore heavy end (eg grian being taken by watchers, jimmy and martyn and the listeners)
editing again bc more dots connected themselves, also its the way certain challenges felt MADE for some people. Like Scott building obnoxiously close to someone when normally he seems to like his space
Or etho Stealing Beds which would be so up his alley BUT to do it he had to first encourage everyone to sleep, when thats something Bdubs (his bf their words not mine) is KNOWN for on hermitcraft
Bdubs getting forced to build an ugly base when hes very well known for being a TALENTED builder
Also cleo calling etho bdubs bf & him agreeing & the desert duo camel ride plus cactus monopoly & the poem lizzie reads to joel in a mesa
I am mentally ill about this smp i think
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Hi Muffin 😀 Your last post about Tom Riddle in Arrakis is so interesting! I love the way you think. Going on a similar note what if Tom was reborn as Paul's sister? Either as Alia or a random oc let's say. I'm not too familiar with the Dune books but I remember seeing post about how if Paul was born a girl he'd be betrothed to Feyd (I think his name was? Correct me if I'm wrong lol) so would that make Tom in a arranged marriage with him?? (Going the oc route) That would be hilarious 😭🙏 And! There's the possibility of him having magic or no magic which I think can be really interesting!
Anyways I just wanted to know your thoughts if you have any because your post definitely made me curious. If I ever in the future read the dune books maybe I shall write the fic hehehe
That Thing About the Paul/Feyd Ruatha Marriage
I mean.
That bit about Paul as a girl being married off to Feyd Ruatha is explicitly in the books and gets a sort of mention if you squint and pay very close attention in Dune Part 1. It's what the Bene Gesserit had had planned as they wanted one last mix of the gene pool of Harkonen and Atreides and then the next generation would be the Kwisatz Haderach. Jessica fucked that up by giving Leto the heir he wanted and thus unwittingly producing the Kwisatz Hadearach a generation before the Bene Gesserit expected him and causing them to lose control over him.
When Jessica does get pregnant with Alia initially it's in an attempt to appease her Bene Gesserit minders by producing the girl they had wanted from her but at that point, things have gone too sour between the Atreides and the Harkonens and the emperor was already conspiring to eliminate the Atreides family. It was too little too late, essentially, which was basically what the head Bene Gesserit Reverand Mother tells Jessica.
By the time Alia comes around, not the least because Paul and Jessica have now figured out all of the above where Jessica had been kept in the dark as a typical Bene Gesserit member/pawn, that marriage was never never never going to happen. (And also because Feyd Ruatha soon after dies around when Alia's only four so what are you going to do.)
Basically, it's not a fan theory, it is very clearly, explicitly, brought up several times in the book.
Would Paul's Sister Be Married Off to a Harkonen?
If Jessica had bit the bullet earlier to finally give the Bene Gesserit what they wanted?
Well.
Depends.
But probably not.
Which was part of the reason the Bene Gesserit gave their whole "Fuck you" response to Jessica when she noted that she's finally having a girl like they asked.
The thing is that House Atreides, because of bitter centuries of conflict entirely off screen that precede the main novels as well as just general House Harkonnen policies, hates House Harkonnen. And the feeling goes both ways.
Now, if Paul had been a girl, the reason that this alliance could have worked is a few things. We would have one of two scenarios.
The first, House Atreides would not have a male heir, Leto would remain staunchly unmarried and deeply devoted to Jessica, and would thus have to merge his house with another. He'd really really really really really hate to do it with the Harkonens but it'd make the Atreides very rich (because of Arrakis), Feyd Ruatha's of a similar age, and it'd give the Atreides political capital to survive the emperor getting increasingly nervous about their popularity.
The second, Leto is very sad and has to get married and produce a male heir. He also really really really really really canonically did not want to do this, never did, despite everyone wanting him to do this. In this case, he can use his bastard daughter as a bargaining chip in negotiations and while he would loathe to marry her off to any Harkonnen that sweet sweet spice. They'd have to offer him a very good deal but there is a world where he takes it.
Though there's also a world I can see where Jessica does make a girl as asked and Leto goes "I hate the Harkonens and love Jessica more than I love the patriarchy" and chooses to make fem!Paul his female heir anyway because fuck the idea of having to get married and fuck having to merge his house with another. Fem!Paul is fine! Fuck you all.
All this to say though, that if House Atreides has this male heir through Jessica, the whole game changes and it becomes increasingly less likely that either Leto or Vladimir will ever accept the match no matter what underhanded negotiating the Bene Gesserit try to pull. At that point it's a "Now, Paul's sister, as a loyal Bene Gesserit acolyte what you're going to do is get Feyd Ruatha very very drunk and have an illegitimate child with him" (which to be fair is also the Bene Gesserit way).
But again, that's the reason they're so pissed at Jessica at the start of the novels and have been for over a decade. She really fucked up their plans here because her lover whined to her about having a son.
Which is ultimately to say I don't think Paul's sister would be married off to them.
Would Reincarnated Tom Have Magic?
Almost certainly yes.
Or at least, it's the right mix of genes to produce the Kwisatz Haderach. That's the whole thing, after thousands of years of careful eugenics, the Bene Gesserit were certain they were one generation off from the payoff.
And not to get so much into what magic is or isn't--if there is an equivalent in Dune it's in these bloodlines that the Bene Gesserit have very carefully cultivated. The difference is there's no wand/no system of magic that people have to rely upon/just precognitive and other abilities.
There isn't really an option in which this does not occur because the gene pool's so loaded. Now, because fem!Tom is a sister, she's out of the running for becoming what Paul ends up being, that's just the genetic breaks, but she'd be one hell of a talented Bene Gesserit with the right training.
And of course, going to Arrakis sets this stuff in hyperdrive as that spice accelerates all these abilities/makes them even possible in the Dune universe.
BUT WHAT ABOUT TOM?!
All of this has been a hypothetical younger sister who is older than Alia. If it's Tom himself reborn into this? That's a fic question as it deals with a lot of 'what's Tom's mindspace at the time', 'what does he want to do', 'what is he going to sit by and let happen', and so on.
It's not really a great tumblr post.
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thinking about your beautiful rosquez fake dating au.... is it a public thing? like are they the motogp royal couple here (INSANE time to be in the paddock lol. and oh GOD the breakup) or is it strictly a performance for their friends/family? (also insane for marc specifically. that man cannot lie to alex ever change my mind) like i cant stop thinking about it...
I was thinking performance for their friends and family but with a couple of things to consider [because I never make my life easy, do I]:
my considerations of this kind of depends of the span of the fic and how long they are pretending before going into the actually dating phase [I think Valentino probably freaks out (mostly because of what Marc said) after that first time they sleep together and then putting it short : he ghosts Marc, Marc confronts him and they start hooking up regularly and then there is another big family thing (maybe Christmas if the fic started in the summer) and Valentino forgot he was supposed to fake break up with Marc at some point and anyway, they figure their shit out, the end] [divorce still happens in 2015, see you in 2024 for the reconciliation]
but in the grand scheme of things, they're only doing this to trick Valentino's mom (and like, all the aunts and uncles and everyone that gets involved after the dinner and the baby shower) (oops, things are getting out of hand, it's fine Valentino, it's fine) so that's the only thing they both have in mind when dealing with the secret
now, who was present at the ranch that summer to hear about this? probably the Academy kids that were all in either Moto2 or Moto3 at the time — do they really have to interact with Valentino's family and eventually lie to them? eh, I'd say it's a possibility, and does Valentino trust those teenagers to lie for him? absolutely not, does he trust them to keep their mouth shut about his relationship with Marc if he sat them down and told them it was important? yes, much more (and like, who would believe them in the paddock anyway, him and Marc together? please)
I think Luca can be the big joker/question mark here, on the one hand Valentino would feel shitty making Luca lie to his mom but on the other end Valentino feels shitty lying to Luca, so, 50/50 on that one for now
which means, that in my mind, Marc doesn't even have to bother about his side of the family, I fully agree with you that that man cannot lie to his brother and honestly, he would probably already spill the bean when his stay at the ranch gets extended and Marc asks him why on the phone
technically, could Valentino's mom talk to Marc's parents and fuck things up? I suppose, if I want to make my life annoying, that it could be a possibility, but I don't think Valentino's mom was in the paddock often so I'm just gonna eliminate that issue for this one universe [and like, could she have their number? also yes maybe in a universe that would be annoying to me]
in the grand scheme of things, Marc is agreeing to this 10% to help Valentino and 90% for personal selfish reasons and because in theory, this doesn't have any real flaw/annoyance for him, right? — do I think that he would have felt comfortable lying to his parents? absolutely not, I do think that would be quite interesting to explore in fic but again, making my life easy here [the whole "Valentino can put on a performance act while Marc is an open book to people who know him" of it all]
Now, to come back to that first option, the first thing that came to mind was a forced to come out scenario, especially if it happens because of leaked photos of them hooking up when having hate sex in say, 2016. Way angstier in the beginning but then it's indeed "what an insane time to be in the paddock" in a good way after they've fixed things.
[admittedly I don't always see how going the "yes we're gay but we're in love" way is better PR management than "our private lives should have never been hindered, that's all we have to stay about the matter" but, you know, fic purposes]
I think it could actually bring quite a different aspect to their dynamic in that scenario because if this is 2016, Valentino is 37 (9 titles and could technically retire with a long well-done career) and Marc is 23 (4 titles, still an immense way to go in his career and so much potential to explore).
Of course the whole thing affects Valentino but he honestly believes he can survive that whatever way and ignore the bad people and focus on keeping the same life, he'll be fine. Marc will say that he's not affected by what people say about him (and only on track things matter) but I don't think it's that easy, especially back then, especially after all the backlash he got post-Sepang, and when he puts his own 2015 anger aside, I think Valentino can recognize that as well.
It's Valentino looking at Marc seating next to him in the Yamaha/Honda (whichever) motorhome, watching the way Marc's knee keep bouncing at lightning speed, the lines of his face harsh, his eyes pointed on a far point on the wall. It's Valentino shutting his brain down and going "Yes, we'll do that, where do we start".
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Iris x Circubit enjoyers (bc ik for a fact there's at least one of you out there floating in the tumblr aether) this batshit insane theory is for you.
ik I've like never posted anything genuine here but I HAVE to talk about this bc it's just so insane it might be possible. Just a heads-up tho a lot of this is just gonna be word vomit so if I repeat points or whatever just know it's like 11 at night while I'm typing this up and I probably won't be editing too much. Also really really long post warning so buckle your fuckles.
So I just had my best friend watch TPC, right? I've been meaning to have them watch it for literal months now and I was finally able to sit down with them while they watched it for the first time. Genuinely gonna ride this high for the rest of my life. Also they enjoyed it so happy time. ANYWAY.
We got to the first (and only) episode of season 2 where Circubit gets introduced. (For context on this next part, we had just been talking about Cintagon & Circumcannon, so 🏳️‍🌈 was on the mind.) And out of the blue, referring to Iris and Circubit, they go "Ex-Lovers??? 🤨" and it was so casual in the conversation I was like "lol haha not rlly tho" and moved on. Then Circubit's fight scene started and our neurons collectively activated and went. . .
Unrequited Love.
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This in particular is what got us thinking and then it spiraled. It just seemed so out of place in his fight; why is there broken heart symbolism? It brought me back to something he said before the fight even started.
"Your hero [has] to fight me. As Circubit!"
Granted, it's a statement directed at Orange, but he's very much speaking to Iris. Even just thinking about that previous interaction in general, he hardly pays Cube any mind except scaring him to death before his full attention turns to Iris. As some random dumbass who thinks they're qualified to write a tumblr essay cus I've taken a highschool English class and written an analytical essay or two, that statement of "As Circubit!" to me just SCREAMS a character trying to grasp for some form of self-reclamation and affirmation. More or less telling him "you can hate me all you want, but you gotta see me first." Circubit changed in so many ways compared to who he was before, and he's ready to put that on full display.
I also find it interesting that the heart in the fight isn't even really broken in itself. It's a silhouette, or maybe an empty space, while everything around it seems to be breaking or tearing apart. To me that seems like his feelings and his inability to share them eventually became way too mentally and emotionally draining, and it still effects him, despite how much his attitude has changed; he was tearing himself apart, maybe unintentionally, just to be able to stay and have something "normal". I could be reading into that part of the fight too much tho- regardless it's something I'd like to expand on.
There was a spectacular theory that I saw from someone else (I'm so sorry I don't remember who or where it was) who speculated Circubit could be using his corruption/corrupted form as a coping mechanism / form of escapism. This was before S2E1 actually got released, and thus before his official series debut, but the idea still sits in my mind. This idea was in relation moreso to the (potential) trauma experienced regarding what we see in Circubit's Reoccurring Memory, (I say potential bc I don't wanna make too many assumptions) but I think that it still has some merit here as well. Maybe it could be some of both? Just to generally get away from his previous life and previous self in favor of rediscovery and new beginnings; in this case, focusing on trying to escape the associations his identity and self as a pure shape had with feelings that could and would never be returned.
Ok next thing I noticed because I think it's also pretty relevant. It's from the most recent TPC "lore-short", so to say, Iris's Discovery. He starts looking through an old photo album, trying to reason through why Circubit ended up corrupted. He lands on an answer but that's not important here- What IS important is one of the pictures in the album.
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It's this photo in particular that caught my eye. This picture quite literally speaks a thousand words to me. It seems like a casual selfie with a friend; Iris looks like he's pulling Circubit in for a picture. Usually if you're getting a pic with your buddy you're gonna smile or do some goofy shit. But just look at him. Look at his expression. Look at what he's doing. You can't really see much since his face is minimal and partially blocked out, but even with that you can tell it feels awkward. The double peace signs, almost like he doesn't know what else to do, the kinda doubtful/worried expression, even his position in the photo standing slightly behind Iris instead of shoulder-to-shoulder with him. It looks like he's doing everything in his power to shrink away from that situation and moment being documented, potentially out of some paranoid fear that someone could figure him out. So he masks it. He seems so much like a shell of himself, even if we don't really know what he was like pre-corruption. Because, keep in mind, even at the time these photos were taken Iris & Pentellow were very much together. There's literally a picture of them kissing right next to the one I posted above. I feel like this tells me Circubit was very well aware at that point that anything he tried to do with those feelings would be at best, impossible, and at worst, frowned upon and shunned. It seems like, at the very least, he was trying to preserve the friendship he had with Iris while keeping his own feelings a secret, just doing what he could to keep this pocket of joy in his life alive.
Alright close to the end but I have at least 1 more point. And it has to do with his music. And just to preface, I think the fact that it's music and not something else is huge because of how music can often be a form of very visceral and personal expression, but in some cases you have to really listen for that buried message. Sound is one of the big ways we interpret the world around us, and in this case, Circubit is harnessing that to its fullest potential, spreading his music to those who may just so happen to be there not just to hear it, but hopefully someday to listen.
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So yes, we're talking about Cirtunda. But I guess not just Cirtunda- basically any shape effected by Circubit's music. As it seems like it has been established already that the "mesmerized" state, as we could call it, doesn't classify as true corruption. Sure, it changes the afflicted to have potentially violent tendencies, but it isn't contagious/infectious like corruption. It's more of a trance or even hive mind-esque state where those affected will do Circubit's bidding, hence why Cirtunda turned on Spheer & Circumuscle, but isn't going any further than just "doing this face!" (Spheer, S2E1) when tied down to a chair. But it doesn't even seem to be only that. In another animation, Circubit's Past, we get another look at this ability. In one of the frames (which I'll post below to spare at least a little of your time), he almost seems to be posing on a stage? Like he's addressing a crowd. In relation to how I mentioned corruption as a coping mechanism, could this not just be another part of it that manifested into his corruption? To try and fill the void left behind by his unreturned feelings, he defaulted to approval by the masses. But being corrupted, that's not something he would easily achieve. I think his music and the mesmerized state it induces feeds into his need for love and approval; in his desperation, he turned to anyone and everyone else he could find that wasn't Iris. Just to have someone to listen to and accept him, his needs, and his wants, even if it's superficial. Especially considering how lowly Iris thinks of Circubit now.
Here's the frame of him on what looks like a stage that I was talking about by the way:
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Ok this is all I have for now, and is all I could think of. If you made it this far you are genuinely so swag and I hope you have a good day / night / whatever time of day it may happen to be for you. If you notice anything else, would like to contribute, or just think this is cool, respond or like lmk somehow! And if there's another theory or topic you'd like me to explore, or just think is interesting, also tell me! I'm rlly into deep fandom theories, incase you can't tell already. I'm down to listen to whatever yall got for me.
ok actually bye now <3
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Hey, is Dr Coomer trans?
I do not feel like any definite "yes or no" answer I could give would really mean anything, for a lot of reasons!
It's not something that comes up in the videos at all. I've been adamant about the whole "Coomer is bi" thing because there's substance and intent to that (he talks about having an ex-wife & he flirts with men at multiple points in the series in his own weird way) but nothing wrt his own expression of gender comes up. I don't think I could have done anything interesting or funny with that, given the context.
Everything I make is, in a way, shaped by my transness, but that doesn't necessarily mean everything I make is A Trans Thing, y'know? Sometimes I'll see this sort of thing come up in a buncha circles I'm in-or-adjacent-to, where like, someone who is trans & making things will IMMEDIATELY be reduced to "the TRANS creator", when it might have no bearing on their work, to the point of basically outing them in completely unrelated circumstances! Sometimes to complete strangers! And it frankly feels suffocating & reductive & kind of creepy!! I am a trans woman, I'm pretty open & proud about it, it's a very important part of who I am and why I am, but I'm a person & there's lotsa different facets to me, just like anyone.
I cannot stand when authors and creators do the shitty hand-wavey Off Screen Representation thing where they go "oh yeah and BTW this character was DEFINITELY gay #representation" when that's something that does not at all come up in the narrative (and/or isn't alluded to in any way, in the case of we-want-to-but-the-execs-won't-let-us). At best, it feels lazy and boring. At worst it feels entirely self-aggrandizing and masturbatory. I hate it. I refuse to do that. (Yes I am aware there are exceptions. There are exceptions for anything.)
At the end of the day, your interpretation of a piece of fiction is as much about your reading of it, your thoughts and feelings and ideas, as it is about the intent and actions of the authors. There's nothing directly saying Coomer is a trans man, but there's not anything saying he can't be, or wouldn't be. I like talking about the things I make and the characters I come up with, but at the end of the day: You do not need me to validate or discredit any theories / ideas / headcanons you have about my character, and I do not need to go around telling people that they're Experiencing The Half Life Funny Moments in some arbitrary right or wrong way. Experience can be transformative!! You don't need my permission for that, you just gotta reach out and grab it.
Doctor Harold P. Coomer is a virtual entity based off unspecified American scientists born in the early-to-mid 1900's. Sometimes I like to think he wouldn't know a goddamn thing about gender, and sometimes I like to think he'd be the type of person to just be very private about that sort of thing. This is the least important bullet point, & as per some of the above ones, you can just ignore this if you want LOL
Sorry that got kind of long. I'm passionate about stuff like this. Thanks for letting me ramble on.
tl;dr: Do you want him to be? Would that mean anything to you? I cannot (& do not want to) stop you.
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lildoodlenoodle · 8 months
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First things first(spoilers for spiderverse/spidergeddon and comic noir storyline) this is a long post but you’ll have fun I promise. As always feel free to engage with the post, I’d love to hear different theories/opinions/conclusions on this in the tags or comments. Sorry it took so long!
Now I’m gonna say something morbid:
Spider Noir’s death in the comics was hilarious
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Jarring, but hilarious. Like why’d he grab him like that. I physically had to shut off my iPad and go for a walk after this scene when I first read it.
But to my point, you know how some people say your birth mark is how you died in your last life?
Well post resurrection we might have A, B, and C:
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(Now before anyone gets on me for, why would you do that/even think of this? In my defense, I couldn’t remember where he was grabbed, it’s been a while since I’ve read these. I thought it was gonna be on his back or shoulder and I’d give him a burned on handprint going all ‘gripped you tight and raised from perdition’ which is cool, fun, sexy, and conveniently hidden. Then I reread it and it’s basically a permanent face palm. Also pretend his face looks the same in every one. Couldn’t decide on hair either lol.)
Either way post resurrection Peter should have physical after effects of his resurrection. Either lines all over his body from having the life force sucked out of him or birth/burn marks on his face. I think this would be hilarious, angsty, and interesting. I also hate when people are just resurrected willynilly. LET THE TRAUMA OF DYING AND COMING BACK TAKE ITS TOLE. Especially if it’s multiple times.
In MK: Midnight Mission they, pretty recently, came up against this problem with the MK system being resurrected over and over again and facing really no visible consequences. But then we find out, there isn’t really a limit(ignoring the whole Khonshu imprisonment), but eventually mentally, there will be nothing left to resurrect. And the mindless mummy warrior creatures we meet from Khonshu’s ‘world’ were old avatars that wasted away from resurrections. It explains the alterations and perversions of the MK system’s mental conditions, because they are actively being altered and changed, to be brought back, by a multidimensional creature that doesn’t care about their mental health/state(that Khonshu takes advantage of, knowing what he’s doing). Sound familiar?
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Now, time to get philosophical. Ship of Theseus.
What is it? Ship of Theseus is an ideological/philosophy problem about a king, Theseus, who saved the children of Athens from king Minos and the Minotaur and then sailed his ship to Delos. Then each year Athenians would sail that same ship from Athens to Delos in celebration of the myth. Over time they kept replacing parts of the ship for maintenance purposes, till every plank had been replaced, so they could still make the voyage. Now the question is, is it still the same ship? At what point did it stop becoming that original ship? And does it matter?
Applying this philosophical exercise to resurrection, with what we know above, we can get an interesting dialogue going. But, with that said, it’s important to keep in mind that the resurrection process in this context with these multidimensional gods isn’t explained with enough detail to really take it apart. Like what happens to the soul? Is the brain damage we know Marc has from repeatedly dying and his brain repeatedly going without oxygen or is it from just interacting with a multidimensional god? Is the spider god comparable to Khonshu? Is the spider god even real, if not what or how was Peter actually resurrected? And if it is real, what is its main goal? At least with Khonshu we know he has an agenda. What does it want, what’s its end game?
But let’s get into it anyways.
Now, you may be wondering, why do I keep saying multiple resurrections in regards to Spider noir? I am so glad you asked! I believe Peter's initial spider bite killed him. He had to go to the afterlife to actually see the spider god. That’s why we really only see them three times, at the initial power conception, Peter’s resurrection, and when Peter goes to the ‘underworld’ in the 2020 run. We see something similar with Khonshu in Midnight mission, while he’s in space jail, Marc can only see him during resurrections or while he’s dead. And while we’re comparing the MK system to spider noir, when Marc got his powers, he basically had to die first. That was implied to be his first resurrection. So this wouldn’t be a one off situation. We have some rules.
What we don’t see with Moonknight and Khonshu is visual physical change. Outside of the ghost bird skull armor the boys aren’t visually changing. Meanwhile, Peter has physically turned into a monster before and turned completely back. In #4/5 of the 2020 noir run the cicada stone/pink meteor turns people into monsters, but not everyone. Huma turns, Shocker turns, Peter turns, and all the resurrected villains(one guy just explodes). But Hu-Ri and Checkpoint Red don’t, until Hu-Ri touches the stone. Huma and Peter are both in close proximity to eldritch beings, them turning into inspired versions of those beings make sense. The Shocker turns because he spent so much time holding onto the stone, whereas Red hasn't. But notice Shocker and Hu-Ri don’t turn into an animal inspired version of themselves like Huma and Peter do, he becomes more of a hulk like creature, because he isn’t attached to an other-worldly being. And when Peter turned back he essentially said “that hurt like a bitch” and kept moving.
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If we want to keep with the canon noir timeline and going with the idea that the Spider god is either continuously changing Peter, or just changing him during resurrections this would explain the webbing and mood/personality change from the 2009 comics to the 2020 comics. But that’s boring and too simple and I hate the time jump so fuck that shit.(again another post).
So let’s focus back on ‘Ship of Theseus’ in the context of resurrection. We have too many questions about the process of resurrection for spider noir to properly have this conversation, but I’m going to try anyways. Let’s hit what we know again: resurrection changes your brain chemistry/structure, the spider god is changing Peter throughout the series, Peter has possibly had three resurrections, the spider god resurrected Peter from a different dimension, which confirms this is a multidimensional being(if she exists but shhhh). So now that we’ve established that there are changes happening to Peter(one way or another) we know that the spider god is ‘repairing’ Peter throughout the series or ‘replacing his boards’ so to speak.
At what point is this no longer Peter? Is it when he is no longer recognizable as a human? Or is it when there is nothing left in his mind to resurrect? Or has this never been Peter, or rather not since his first resurrection when he got his powers? Is this change sudden or slow? Is it the resurrection that turns him into something else, is it slow build up like an Iodine Clock titration and one day he just wakes up no longer human, or is it a slow process of subtle changes? But if the latter, what’s the change that does it? What defines Peter’s humanity? Does it matter if he’s human or not? Does it change anything for him if he’s no longer human in body and mind?
Part of the answer may lie in the villains we see through the 2009 and 2020 runs. In the first run the main villains were the Goblin and the Vulture. Both who were implied to not be human or having physical inhuman qualities(but I’m partially ignoring the whole carney thing cause honestly it’s ableist and boring). In Eyes Without A Face, the second run, the main villains are the Crime Master and Dr. Octavious, both humans with no inhuman or supernatural qualities. For simplicity sake, let’s focus on Octavious and Goblin. In comparing the two I think most people would agree Octavious is the more heinous of the two. Goblin takes on the role of a mob boss. He runs a crime empire, exploiting the defenseless in New york. It’s nothing new and he’s even somewhat sympathetic ‘I’m finished with freakshows’, you can understand how he got where he is. This is not to say he isn’t a villain but he very much fits the ‘villain with a tragic backstory’. People look at him like he is a monster, we, the reader, start out the story knowing what he is.
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Whereas Octavious is not even remotely sympathetic because there is no empathizing with how he ended up there and why he does what he does. He is not only othered by his actions but also by the narrative for his disability(it’s important to acknowledge the ableism in his story but that is another post). Ultimately his delusions and the acts he commits make him a much more sinister monster than Norman, despite Norman actually having stereotypical qualities of a monster.
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Then we have Huma and Shocker from the 2020 run. Huma is the closest person we see who is in a similar situation to Peter in terms of the spider god. While we don’t know all the details, whether she is the same as Peter, bearing a curse of power, or the actual god. Either way she presents as human and is not treated differently than any other human woman. At the end of the series we realize how corrupt she is and that she’s been working with Nazi’s, not necessarily for the ideology but to achieve what she wants. Her transformation is the nail in her coffin of her monsterous perception. The question is did we need her to look like a monster to see her as one?
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In general we are left with more questions and theories than answers.
But onto my subjective answers to the questions. My answers might change over time so don’t hold me to them.
Of course it matters if Peter has humanity. Peter Parker across the board is one of the characters who HAS to hold himself to a moral code or he falls apart and becomes the villain(well maybe not the villain but you know what I mean) of the story. He holds back during fights and has a no kill policy for a reason.(Good men don’t need rules, today is not the day to find out why I have so many.-dr.who) But noir Peter isn’t your typical Peter. He kills, he maims, he doesn’t hold back. With that said, he still is held together by his morality. It’s just different than what we are used to seeing from Peter, but don’t mistake that as a lack of morality. However, do I think it’s a very real possibility that this morality could be eroded over time especially considering his home world and the above circumstances? Absolutely. Peter is someone who historically needs someone to ground him and ‘make’ him human. This is normally May Parker, Mary Jane, Gwen Stacy, occasionally Harry Osborn, Daredevil, Johnny Storm, and Flash Thompson, and the ghost of Ben Parker. Dude lives by a passing saying of a dead relative, he clearly doesn’t have a super solid moral compass. I think this is part of the reason the noir comics kept his relationship with May and Mary Jane(I disagree but whatever whatever), because he needs support to stay grounded.
Now, under what circumstances is Peter no longer Peter? I’m going with the Iodine Clock titration theory. Just drop after drop of ‘changes’ and morally questionable decisions that don’t seem to hold much weight, until he does something truly off the reservation. Like seeing himself do something truly horrific that a couple years ago he would have never done and shocking himself out of it. Or looks in the mirror and doesn’t see a person staring back. For either circumstance, because he’s appalled with himself or struck by the fact he doesn’t really care. This is not to say I don’t think he could come back from this but holy shit will it be a process.
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But it brings us back to ‘If there is too much power then it is the responsibility of the people to take it away.’ Peter losing his humanity puts him in the Goblin’s place as the one with great power that cannot be trusted from the first comic. Whether it’s the resurrections, the spider god ‘replacing’ parts of him, or him just being pushed to the brink mentally that does it. Whether the change is physical, neurological, spiritual, or mental. This ‘Peter’ is not the Peter we first meet in 1932.
This is a different ship, and you can sail and stay on the same course in memory of, or under the false pretense of being, the original as many times as you want, but you cannot bring back the parts you replaced and undo the ‘improvements’ you made. But that doesn’t need to make Peter a monster.
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I've been really enjoying your fic and it got me curious about how your campaign went??? I got the important parts (your Durge denied Bhaal, Shadowheart spared nightsong I think, Astarion obviously didn't ascend) but what else happened? Will we ever see any of the other companions?
Thanks for enjoying the story! I can say with pretty much certainty we won't be seeing any other canonical characters from the game, Jaheira, Minsc and Halsin would have stayed behind in Baldur's Gate, as well as Wyll. My Durge killed Lae'zel early in the game and Karlach also died at the end of my campaign.
Gale's character decided to go after the crown, and while he was the staple fourth member of my party the relationship had always been uh... Tense. This was before they apparently patched out how needy he was, but frankly it made for a really interesting story since i just kind of assumed his character was kind of a creep wearing a nice-guy's face. Also, to be fair, I DID fall for his "wanna see a magic trick" line but that just kindled the fire to my theory that he's actually a fairly manipulative person (and perhaps he's unaware of it). MIND YOU PLEASE that this doesn't mean i don't like his character - honestly i feel like I got a REALLY interesting side of him in my campaign and i wouldnt have it any other way - this was a party composed of the dark urge, Astarion, Shadowheart and GALE and to have us all turn down power and glory only for the goody-two-shoes wizard of the camp to turn kinda evil and power-hungry made for a really satisfying narrative.
... Sorry i ended up rambling about Gale LOL to actually answer the rest of your question, my campaign went like this:
I made a Fighter, champion sub-class, BIG hulking drow because i thought it would be funny. Because i went in blind I started off as a confused homicidal murderer who is a liiiittle weirded out about his urges but he doesnt stress TOO much about it. Is fairly standoffish and distrusting toward all of his companions which made for a weird start. Motivated by gold, killing things, getting this worm out his head and making off-color jokes. Ends up siding with the Tieflings because i also decided that, as a very hedonistic character who thinks we should be lunatics because we want to rather than because a cult is telling us to be, my durge would profoundly hate the absolute. As a male drow he also really hated Minthara so yeah, easy choice there. As mentioned above, I also killed Lae'zel when she tried to murder-suicide everybody.
I wasn't going to fuck anyone, believe it or not, so during the tiefling party i went with Gale because it SEEMED like he just wanted to show me something neat (it ended early because i failed his checks and i guess he can't get hard unless i can cast fireball). Also, at this point even though i made mostly "good" moral choices i *was* still a dick the whole time - despite this, everyone in camp wanted to fuck me BESIDES Astarion, which was so fucking funny and devastating that I decided my Durge would, from that moment on, turn on the charm and the flattery and make it his mission to bang him. So yes, they were manipulating each other. I don't have to explain why that made for a really really fun little dynamic. Also Astarion had to tell me he was a vampire through dialogue instead of biting me and i got to say "yeah duh" which was hysterical.
I finally banged him sometime during the underdark (didn't go to the creche at all) and during Act 2 I followed the same pattern of doing mostly the Good Thing while being arrogant the whole time, I fell into a kind of chaotic-neutral/true-neutral aligment and watched my little homicidal maniac cluelessly stumble his way into a hero's journey. I had also really grown to like Shadowheart at that point after having a really negative first impression of her character and she basically became my durge's best friend. Astarion also grew on me for all the reasons we know and love and he did his confession to me sometime in late act 2. I Never met Araj (though i think i mention her in the fan story only because her interaction is interesting) so I got the dialogue that isn't prompted by her encounter. I also had to "break up" with Gale at this point which boy that sure came as a surprise to me! I also didnt break the shadow curse.
Because I didnt kill isobel (Again, my guy didnt like people telling him what to do or not to do), my little butler guy made me wanna kill Astarion. I SWEAR this happened pretty late in game, maybe even in the first night in baldur's gate which i realize is unusual. Naturally I didnt and I decided that would be the turning point where my Durge decides to not just Go With The Flow of things but actively fight his urge and pursue its root cause. He tried to be more of a good person from that point on which was kind of a clumsy effort lol
He completely antagonized the emperor immediately upon him revealing his true identity, stole the orphic hammer from Raphael's house, betrayed Gortash after setting an "alliance" with him, killed Orin (she kidnapped the orphan and killed her in front of me because i failed the check :| ) stopped Astarion from ascending and helped Shadowheart kill everyone in the house of grief, i let her make her own choice regarding her parents and she decided to kill them. I also encouraged her to not immediately align with the Selunites just because of her past.
I got Astarion the thing that helps him read the necromancy book and i cannot tell you how satifyins it was that, after giving up unspeakable power by killing Cazador, that dude and his little ghoul army basically mauled Orin and her grandad for me practically by themselves while I was down on the floor with 1 health. PROUD OF YOU BUDDY.
Gale spoke to Mystra as well at some point and i swear I NEVER encouraged that guy to take the crown for himself. It was always either "do whatever you want" or "i think thats a shitty idea." At this point my Durge was super sick of him so they had a bit of a crappy relationship which may have something to do with how things turned out.
I betrayed the emperor, released Orpheus and when he asked if any of us wanted to be a mindflayer i went "Fuck No" big time and luckily the guy just did it for me. Chaos ensues, I kill the emperor and the absolute in an epic battle that took me like a whole day. I also killed Orpheus when he asked me to. Karlach died ( :c ) and Gale told me he was gonna fuck off to get the crown. In the final Astarion dialogue I told him we would find a way to get him to walk under the sun again.... AAAAAnd thats it i think? Man this game is huge lmao i swear i wasnt trying to be long-winded.
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frownyalfred · 7 months
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I am hoping you can help me better understand something about my Zach Snyder feelings, because I know you have enjoyed his work.
I have conflicting feelings and I THINK it comes down to a different imagery language and some unnamed thing in his storytelling. It's mostly the unnamed thing I'm trying to ID.
When I describe broadly the plots, character motivation (obviously as I understand them), and events, I find myself very interested in his movies and what they have to say. Then I rewatch and I don't feel the same way. It feels dark (desaturation or whatever that filter is called), overly dramatic in a way that feels cartoonist or silly instead of meaningful, or boring and slow. There are some engaging moments some that are action some that are pretty or funny. However, few that move/engage me.
I know people often love or hate Snyder but I mostly feel his movies exist, have a few interesting elements but overall if they weren't about characters I was interested in, I just wouldn't watch. I don't hate or love it. I don't think it's the greatest or the worst.
Example of a storytelling concept that I get and liked in theory but not execution. The Martha, why did you say that name moment. Snyder is connecting Bruce to Clark's "humanity" in a way that hits Bruce in a place where he is always vulnerable and is primal/basic. When people mock this scene I have the urge to defend because I understand (in my way) what he was going for, but I can't because at no point in watching or rewatching that scene do I feel that. Even though he rehashed the Wayne's death in the beginning, then connects back to it during their fight about what his parent's taught Bruce. It still FEELS out of place and "falsely" dramatic.
That's all I can think to give as an example and not make this longer (sorry this is long). But if my descriptions click something for you as a writer and fan of Snyder, please let me know. I just don't know what it is about his storytelling and it's annoying to not understand why there is this disconnect.
Thank you for your patience, if you even get thru this, LOL.
I'm not a film major and I am definitely no expert, but I've been thinking about this ask. I agree with a lot of what you brought up, though it is hard to describe what that exact disconnect is with Snyder's films, and you'll get a million different opinions depending on who you ask.
To me, Snyder's DC films always feel like movies that were excellent plots on paper wrapped around a series of interesting and awe-inducing visuals and scores. There are scenes he does well -- one of my favorites being the initial scene in BVS where Bruce runs into the Battle of Metropolis -- almost because they feel like a separate, isolated moment in his script. There are scenes that drag, exposition dump, and feel dark and strange.
There seems to be a disconnect between him, the writer, and him, the director. He's good at both, don't get me wrong -- but there's something missing in between.
People on reddit will tell you the problem with BVS, at the end of the day, is all the plot holes or the cheesy dialogue. I mostly disagree. Especially after seeing Oppenheimer recently, I think Snyder struggles with building and maintaining the pace of his plot and the emotions he's trying to cultivate in his viewers. Continuity is key -- scenes building up on each other, revealing new layers of meaning and importance, leaving viewers guessing only on the least-obvious plot points.
He has all the pieces -- decent dialogue, powerhouse actors, amazing CGI, a script most people wouldn't laugh at on paper -- but they don't quite form a whole.
I did a quick review of some the things I like about BVS, thinking through this ask, and I think it's pretty revealing that most of those things are pieces, not overall themes.
The Battle of Metropolis flashback
Ben Affleck visually as Bruce Wayne
Lex's scenes with the Senator
The score
Kryptonite/Training scene
Lex's entry into Zod's ship
Diana
Bruce at the fundraiser
Warehouse fight scene
Alfred's dialogue
Lakehouse shots
Knightmare scene
As for the Martha scene, my inclination is that it's rarely out of place or strange when written correctly. In fics, I've seen it done very well. But Snyder doesn't use it for what it is -- a climax of Bruce Wayne's anger and misguided actions -- because he never truly brought the viewer all the way along with Bruce.
TL;DR: I don't know either. But I agree and commiserate with you on this. I still enjoy watching BVS and other Snyder films, but seeing other films -- especially Nolan's, which I'm not saying are theoretically better -- makes the difference very jarring.
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bisexualraichu · 4 months
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qsmp cursed team rant LOL
genuinely i hope the cursed team stuff isn't actually real and doesn't actually affect the competition because i think it would be so boring from a content perspective. "ok we have this evidence that blue team is cursed now red team just give up tomorrow". sorry but that's lame as hell. and this has been my opinion from the very beginning of the event
qsmp isn't ONLY a roleplay server, it's a content server, and in fact there are many streamers in the server that don't care about roleplay all that much. there have been many lore and roleplay-focused events in the past months, wasn't this supposed to be THE tryhard event? wouldn't it feel super lame to punish the players for wanting to win by setting up a winner from the start?
i love the eggs and all but i can't help but think about this stuff from a meta perspective as well like slime and cellbit, bc it would just feel unsatisfactory for both the CCs and audience for them to be like "congrats for you efforts now the eggs are permadead and everyone will hate you now for being the team that killed the eggs byeeee!"
like even if there is a cursed team i don't think it will be a hopeless situation, i think it's very unlikely we're not getting the eggs back (or a real fair chance to get them back, not this cursed team bullshit) regardless of results
i think qtubbo's theory is very cool, and i'm sure there will be interesting roleplay consequences for red team ignoring him. but for me that's stuff to think about after purgatory. for now i really just wanna enjoy the competition
red team will try to win tomorrow, and people will say they're heartless and don't care about the eggs and whatever but the ccs are having fun competing and i'm having fun cheering like i'm in a football game, and if the result of that is the eggs dying at this point i don't even care anymore lol not because i don't care about the eggs but because i just don't think it'd be a good decision for them to just. die like that bc of some arbitrary thing, without the parents having a fair chance of saving them
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See, I feel like I’m disappointed in chapter 143 in a different way, because it just seemed…off.
What made the ending of 142 so good, imo, was how effectively Ruby cut through the sense of childish indulgence that Aqua/Goro has treated her with since she was Sarina. She made perfectly clear how serious her feelings were and left him with no options to delay, or deny, or minimize the truth of her feelings. She clarified the situation down to a binary - yes, or no.
Or so I thought.
Cause apparently it took only the slightest hint of resistance on Aqua’s part (not the emo stuff he spouts later, but the genuine gut-feeling reaction of “you’re squeezing me too hard”) to make her fall back on his indulgence of her. She’s just a silly kid again.
And from that point, it felt to me, the tension was lost. The Goro roleplay didn’t help the tone, either. The ideas Ruby and Aqua bounce back and forth off each other are fine, good even, but the words and tone just feel incorrect. Honestly, it feels like it might even be a lost-in-translation thing.
And Ruby works her way back up to the kiss, but her strongest persuasion was the one she ended 142 with. Like, it’s almost outright bad drama that the words that got her to the kiss she wanted were weaker than those she started the conversation with.
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This ask really helped me to click into something about 143 that bothered me even if I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but you're right - Ruby undeniably puts this tension on the table and demands he address it in a way Aqua can't avoid and then Aqua… immediately avoids it. The diffusion of this tension is even framed explicitly as a joke.
Not only is it unfair to Ruby, because it once again reduces her to a gag character for half the chapter, but it's largely unfair to Aqua, too. The idea of him being avoidant to things that make him uncomfortable is absolutely not a new one and as a flaw for him to have, I think it's interesting, especially since it's one that he shares with Ai. But within the larger context of the Movie Arc as a whole it's part of a much bigger trend of him being an extremely passive and under-reactive character, even to things he is both present for and should be affected by. As a lot of other people have pointed out, the story makes a point of showing him as one of the shocked reaction faces at the ed of 136 only for him to literally vanish within the space of one second in the break between that and 137. In theory, I really like that the Movie Arc has largely centered Ruby and tried to focus on developing her but in practice, it just feel like both Aqua and Ruby have been left out to dry.
I'm hoping that finally having the whole arc together in front of us once it's done will alleviate some of its issues (I went from hating Tokyo Blade when it was running to now considering it one of my favourite arcs) but I'm finding really hard to imagine Akasaka somehow sewing all this stuff together. Ultimately, I'm willing to see this arc out because there are characters and ideas in the story I'm still invested in but. I'm so tired, dawg. I kind of just want this arc to be done lol
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