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Atonement

Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader

Synopsis: How can you cleanse yourself from the sin that has been tainting you since your attempt to escape? The answer is easy: walk on barefoot for him, suffer some misery, risk your health for him, open yourself up for him and you can earn his forgiveness.

CW: canon compliant, established relationship, toxic and complicated dynamics, religious symbolism, porn with feelings, Geto is a manipulative ass how surprising, gaslighting, m!receiving oral, fingering, non-consensual edging, good old unprotected sex + creampie

WC: 5.3k

Credits: my lovely @notveryrussian who worked so hard to get this fic proofreaded. Ngl they deserve all the praise and respect because we lost literal pages from the already edited draft because windows is crap and they had to start over again. Take one big break darl, you deserve it 💕

Song rec: mythical creature by pregnant whale pain was my main inspiration during writing but i think tumblr dot com is not ready yet to listen to an unknown hungarian avantgarde metal band while reading porn lmao. Maybe i'll drop the acoustic version later.

A/N: Here is part 1 in case if you missed it. I think you need to know what happened to completely understand the buildup and have a general idea about their relationship. This fic is probably my fave I’ve written so far, a special lil brainchild of mine. These two are living in my mind rent free with all their lore and they'll never let me go.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated 💕

Minors don't interact unless you want me to stand outside your house at 3 am with a pitchfork

It was very hard to explain to your family what happened to you. The worry which they approached you with, especially Mimiko and Nanako just stirred a weird sense of guilt in your chest. The twins even offered to help you out with chores, eagerly telling you to rest, let your body heal. Your heart shattered to pieces in that moment, weeping endlessly with fat, salty tears. Your precious darling girls, so considerate of you, so caring, their hearts filled with everlasting gratitude. And you wanted to leave them. You felt like a piece of shit of a parental figure, obviously.

Days passed as if nothing had ever happened. Even in your private moments with Geto, the issue was never brought up. He took care of your wounds, of course, but your escape attempt wasn’t a topic of conversation at all. You swept it under the rug.

Which means it was only a question of time until he was going to wield it against you.

“Leave the scabs alone.” he reprimands you softly, dragging your wrist away from them. The hot water softened your scars, making them itchy, easy to pick away at them. But Geto is so thoughtful for looking after you like some kind of crazy mother hen, right? Even sitting in the tub behind you.

He takes hold of the edge, stepping out of the tub swiftly. The water suddenly drops around you, goosebumps dot your skin from the sudden touch of the moistened air as he hides that broad, sun-kissed form of his beneath a bathrobe. You ache for a bit of peace, a bit of me-time, but since the so-called “accident”, he just couldn’t stop himself from keeping an eye on you constantly.

Your hand dances along the surface of the water, bunching the bubbles together into various shapes, like they’re islands. Like you’re a young god, decorating the plane you’ve created. But his outstretched palm appearing in your vision disturbs your creative process.

“Come, I’ll take the stitches out.”

Compared to when your wound was sutured, cutting out the thread is a relatively quick process. Especially with his competency. The tweezer lifts and holds the knot, as he severs the thread with a pair of scissors and pulls it from your flesh before he moving on to the next. It’s uncomfortable, not in a way that it hurts, but it makes your skin crawl and your bones bend. An overall disgusting feeling. But when it’s over, it does feel better. And knowing him, you wonder if it’s purposeful or not.

“Must you make it painful?” you complain, thumb pressing down on the closed, marred skin. For the wrong reasons though, but you can freely complain.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you.” his voice is soft like silk, but not without a sharp edge in it, slowly unfurling, like the jaws of a venus flytrap. “I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

You glare at him, your eyes piercing him like a dagger.

“Me? I wanted to teach you a lesson.”

This… was a bit too far, you must admit.

You storm out of the bathroom, like you could get away from the conversation.

“Go on, speak.” his words echo through the walls of the bedroom, making your movements halt immediately. You glance up at the window, faced with his reflection as he leans against the doorframe. “What should I learn from you? That you’re not afraid to run? To put your life in unnecessary danger?”

A long sigh leaves through your nostrils.

“If it comforts you, then yes, I realized that I had made a dumb decision.”

You don’t have to turn around to know he’s standing right behind you. Looming over you, shrouding you like an evil trickster spirit.

“I must admit I enjoyed your little attempt…” his palms are heavy on your shoulders, just like his words echoing close to shell of your ear. “Catching you, watching your resolves crumble, the raw terror plastered on your face…” the way his voice caresses you is just like the way he would hold a blade right against your throat, pressing down on the pulsing veins that could be cut open so easily. Like needles slowly being inserted into your ear canals. Eventually it softens, getting more serious and chiding. “But you did scare me. Have you ever thought about what would’ve happened if I didn’t go after you?”

You’d die, you would definitely die. Bleeding out amidst the leaves and grass, letting the frosty night bite you tense and weak. All alone in the dark.

Hold on…

You wouldn’t be injured if he hadn’t frightened you in the first place.

Did he just… no, it can’t be.

He slowly walks away from you, and you hear the bed creak under his weight. The choking feeling finally lifts from your throat. You turn towards one of the incense burners, already filled, it merely needs to be lit. But you do it slowly, just for the sake of appearing busy, to not feel obligated to carry on with the conversation.

But you should make peace with him before he does. He’ll make you face all of your mistakes and their consequences, if not outright making you suffer because of them. Rub all of them into your face until you have no choice but to plead for forgiveness.

It’s not easy, but you open your mouth. The scent of sandalwood lowers your guards, helping you be honest and brings forth the thoughts you’ve been trying to hide for a long time.

“Sometimes I wonder if we’re doing the right thing. And I wonder even more about that if we’ll fail before reaching our goal. Fail spectacularly. Because we want to do the impossible.”

“What is exactly the right thing? Being selfless? Forgetting all about our grudges and letting the world trample all over us? Or being selfish and crushing anyone under our feet to keep each other safe?”

Like an elastic band being strained for far too long, you snap. Luckily, the bronze lid of the incense burner holds out under your grasp.

“It’s too fucking late for moral arguments! Can’t you speak to me more directly for once? Instead of hiding behind your… carefully crafted scenarios that only prove your point.”

You should have avoided looking at him. At your serpent, who made you sin, who was cursed alongside you, your serpent who devoured your beloved Adam. You yearned for the remains, sitting in the bottomless pit of his stomach.

But you swore those remains spoke to you, through layers of flesh, scales, and deception. Soft and calm like a light summer breeze.

“Do you have doubts about me, darling? Are you giving up on me?”

The question breaks you, evaporating all of your anger and resentment in a flash. Devoid of any playful tone or hidden meanings, so raw that it takes hold of your heart and squeezes it so tight that it couldn’t possibly beat anymore.

You know how he twists the truth, striking right into the softest parts of you. He feeds you poison – yet you swallow it right down every single time.

“Faith has no zenith, my dear.” you answer, low and sweet, like you wanted to comfort him. The lid on the incense burner closes, giving you enough time to build up the courage to approach him. You weave your words carefully, in such fashion that it can be interpreted in multiple ways. If he switched just one little word, he’d immediately gain more insight into what’s really been weighing on your heart. “There’s no such peak we can reach on which we can stagnate forever. Faith sometimes wavers, sometimes we question our beliefs. Sometimes we’re unsure if our prayers are heard.” you get down on your knees before him, taking his hand into yours, giving him a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “But I do want to have faith in you.”

His features visibly soften. Heavy lids close in relief, and you feel his thumb brushing along your knuckles.

This is your chance! Go on, there’s no time more perfect than this to try to convince him.

“We should really get away from the temple.” you start with an almost resigned sigh, but your excitement soon starts to show. “Just for a few days. Manami will handle the followers while we leave for the countryside, or an island. We can bring the girls even.”

A faint glimmer in his eyes tells you his answer is going to disappoint you.

“They don’t know about the girls, but they certainly know about you.” he reminds you sternly. “The higher ups want us dead and the last time I offered to protect someone, they ended up getting killed.”

His voice is faint, almost shaky. He rarely talks about the death of Riko. And if he ever brings her up in a conversation, you know he means it.

The heavy lid above his eyes drops, violet irises hiding behind his lashes, averted from you. The words coming out of him are barely above a whisper, like his lips are made from lead, like forming the words is a tiring task because they’re so heavy, and filled with something violently torturing him.

“This is a risk I’m not willing to take again. Not even for you. Especially for you.”

You feel something pooling on your waterline. Translucent pearls of tears appear so involuntarily when you see him like this. Sometimes you do want to hurt him, but when you see him in pain, it torments you even worse.

“I’m not asking you to take risks for me. I never did. But you should take some for you. You could use some respite.” you lace your fingers with his. It brings you a strange kind of comfort how your hand just loses itself in his, but it’s yours that looks more lively and powerful. Like it’s you what keeps him together. As if without you he would shatter into pieces. “You take on an awful lot of responsibilities, I think sometimes more than you’re capable of handling.”

Affection sweeps through his features as he caresses your head, from the roots of your strands to the thick bone of your jaw. A lonely thumb brushing along from your cheekbone to the lobe of your ear. And there’s nothing you can do, only stare at him, wide-eyed with reverence, like he’s an ethereal being.

“This is not your cross to bear.”

He wanted to ease your concerns, but you’re much more stubborn than that. You won’t stand there, at a safe distance, watching him drag himself to his Calvary, whipped and crowned with thorns. You’ll push through the crowd, smash them to bits just to reach him and offer your veil to wipe his face. A thousand times, as many times as he needs.

“Of course it is, what do you expect from me? Unlike…” No, don’t say names, do not compare yourself to certain figures in your past and the way they treated him. “I’m worried about you, for no other reason than I genuinely care about you. That’s why I want you to put our plans to aside - let’s unwind a little, recharge. Before all of this drives us insane.”

He deliberately avoids answering, your concern grows and grows like vicious vine. Is this too much to ask for? A small moment of normalcy can’t be granted to you? What are the two of you really? Idols of worship, if not gods at this point because your sheep do regard you as such. But can’t gods long for a visit amongst mortals? Can’t they shed their divine status? You could, but maybe, before he’d let you leave, he’ll feed you pomegranate seeds.

Would you eat them again? Of course you would. Even if you fight and snarl a little beforehand. Because love is the death of duty, and of a peaceful mind, of comprehensive decisions. Love is so mystified, shrouded in the illusion of an immortalized existence, just like death. Love is, indeed, death.

Your palms cup his face, his skin radiates warmth through you. The warmth of the evening sun that makes the sky bleed with the prettiest colors you can imagine. Your touch slowly encourages him to look into your eyes, finding a strange kind of determination and care mixed with your obvious worry. A Magdalene dwells within your gaze, who already washed her prophet’s feet with tears and dried them with her hair before he starts his last journey to Golgotha.

“I told you a million times, if you fall too deep into your misery, when you feel like you can’t come back to the surface on your own, let me know, so I can pull you out. Or let me know so I can go after you. And we’ll drown together.”

All those little pacts and vows you made during the years echo through you. Even the first one, the most ancient of them all, when it was still easy to hide your concerns behind your techniques.

I’ll keep an eye on you.

It’ll keep an eye on you.

You lean closer, foreheads and the tips of your noses touching. Eyes closing in almost perfect synchronicity.

“Promise me, Suguru. Promise me again.”

You wait and wait, until his warm breath brushes your skin like fine silk, like a feather.

“I promise.”

You sigh in relief. It hurts, it hurts so much. There’s so much place in your heart for him to dwell in. He owns it and he won’t give it back. Ever.

You only wanted a chaste kiss, but a special type of hunger wakes deep below your navel. You taste his words, you swallow them down, nipping them from his lips. You look for the rest of them, his thoughts that hadn’t been formed into words yet, the rest of the sentence, you search for it with your tongue inside his mouth.

You grab onto the sheets, trying to push yourself up. Like you could overpower him, like you could battle against him. To have him laid out on the mattress, defeated. But he stops your advances with a palm resting on your shoulder, gently pushing you away.

“You’re not healed yet.” he whispers, truly concerned.

“Then I’ll be on top, I don’t care.” you oppose breathily, your fingers trying to pry his robe open.

“The cut on your hand could re-open if we’re not careful.”

Oh, how you adore him when he’s so tender with you, but now, this is the last thing you want. You want to bare your teeth and go right for the throat.

“Then you’ll stitch me up again.” There’s a playful edge in your voice, and you kiss him again with the same curve of a smile while he lets you crawl on top of him.

And he smiles against you too, delighted by your eagerness. You, trying to eat him up, digest him - he’s just enjoying you and the feast you’re having. Taking everything from you. He only wants to capture you, to cage you in his hold. He’s kneading your flesh leisurely and humming into your mouth contently, almost lazily.

In the crooks of his body, you find your religion.

The sharp line of his jaw, the tendons of his neck, the hollow caverns around his collarbone. But your mouth carefully avoids the scars slashing through his chest, after all those years, it still pains him when the lightly coloured, textured skin gets touched. As if these lips of yours and your aimlessly trailing fingers were the same blades, penetrating the flesh again and again.

There’s not a morsel of him that you weren’t intimately familiar with. In a way that rivals how much you know about yourself. And what you know even better is that how can you venerate them, dote on them, adore, and idolize with such devotion you could anger all deities created by man and make them scream blasphemy on you.

You take his cock in your hand, teasingly working your palms around him. Pumping it, stroking your thumb along the underside to make his breath hitch. His dick grows beneath your hands, getting harder and heavier. The first beads of precum get smeared along the length by your skillful fingers.

“You know you don’t have to- “but you cut him off while settling between his legs.

“Just relax and let me do all the work.” your response comes out a bit more deadpan than planned. “You deserve it once in a while.”

And with that, you wrap your lips around him, enveloping him in warmth and wetness, your tongue slowly swirling around the head. His thighs twitch, more precum oozes into your waiting mouth as the muscle between your teeth works eagerly. You give him a few, gentle sucks, slurping up the mixture of your own saliva and his arousal. Between ragged breaths, he reminds you to breathe through your nose as you take more and more of his length. You relax your jaw, your fingers tense around the base of his cock and you’re trying as hard as you can to defeat the urge to gag. When you fit all of him inside your mouth, you empty your lungs and give him a harder suck, hard enough to make you cheeks hollow and his chest heave. As your free hand is occupied with kneading his balls between your fingers and knuckles, a moan bursts out of him.

The sound boosts your confidence, filling you with a wicked kind of playfulness. The kind of wicked that makes you pull back your tongue a little, as to not keep your teeth hidden. You drag them along his sensitive, pulsing underside, balancing the pressure between pleasure and pain. Like you could prove to him that you’re ready to bite back, that this is the only moment when he can’t control you, that he shouldn’t underestimate you.

And just as if he could read your thoughts, his hand goes for your head, fingers getting lost between your strands. But he’s not as cruel as to push you down on him, instead he guides you, increases the rhythm that you’re working with. Steady and firm, but not too fast. You earn yourself his praises, soft curses pitched higher than his normal voice.

This is what real worship looks like.

When you feel the muscles in his thighs and stomach tensing up, you stop. You emerge from the space between his legs, wiping your lips clean and admiring your work. All that flushed skin blooming in pink on his chest and face. You move, trying to get into a new position, settling your calves right next to hips. You start aligning yourself with his cock to finally start grinding on him.

He sits up and traps you with an arm coiling around your waist.

“Since when were you so reckless?”

His hand creeps around the apex of your thighs. A finger barely brushes along your slit. By adding another digit, he spreads your folds, finding hot, smooth, slippery flesh.

“I would’ve prepped myself.” that’s all you can say in your defense.

Fingertips circle your hole, applying a bit of pressure, checking how much you’ve loosened up. He invades you slowly as your lungs empty, the hardened skin on his fingers stroking and massaging your sweet spots before he starts working you open.

You wrap your arms around him, slowly undoing his bun to have something to grab onto as you jolt, as your bones melt, as your brows furrow in bliss. The moans coming from you are breathy and tender, and you hide them in his strands. He twists his fingers inside you, stretching your warm muscles further, making your back arch and you press your hardened nipples to his chest. Your essence engulfs his knuckles, clear and sticky like honey.

The heel of his palm settles right against your clit and you shamelessly grind on it. Your mewls pass over his ears as he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin of a faint scar. But you resist giving in, you stop him, telling him that’s enough, but in reality you just want your control back. Take back the lead and revel in it.

And somehow he obeys, laying back into the sheets.

You slip out of your robe, showing yourself fully. The bruises on your skin can finally bathe in the dim lamplight, painting the complexion of your sides, shoulders, and upper arm in different shades of blue and purple, like paint on bare canvas. Like the night sky carrying storm clouds, like you’re rotting, decomposing. You find a twisted, perverted joy in the fact that he must be seeing them for the whole time.

“Slowly, slowly.” he murmurs softly as you’re pushing the head of his cock inside you. “There’s no need to rush.” Trimmed nails trail up and down from the flesh of your thighs to your bruised sides. Tender and slow like a ghost, goosebumps pepper your skin from the tickling feeling. “I’m already yours.” He purrs and your heart flutters.

And there’s so, so much pride in you that only you can render him to this state. Too powerful for the world to bear him, capable to burn this plane to ruins, defying the barriers between a mortal and a god - or something way worse than that. Maybe you should receive twice the respect from your herd, for being the only person who can enslave him in this way, that only you can have this sort of power over him. Only you can overthrow him. Because you’re just too dear to him, too close to his burning heart.

Maybe it’s your time to warn him. Tame him like the monster he is.

You move with your own rhythm. His hand caged between your fingers and pressed down against the sheets. You give him no other choice but to venerate you back and he does, with pleased, low rumbles coming from his throat. Only a singular hand is allowed to roam your form freely. On your back tracing the shallow line where your spine lies beneath skin and flesh, wandering towards the inner part of your thighs, then to your stomach and chest. And you reward him with a prayer of your own, encapsulated in deep, long sighs.

But you’re too trusting of him. You let your guard down too easily.

You’re holding onto his kneecaps, leaning towards them a little, allowing every inch of you to be seen. You want to give him a show, but your knees are too worn and tired.

He takes hold of your hips, helping you guide yourself along his length. His pelvis moves along with you in synced rhythm. Your teeth are pressing down on the soft skin of your lips, but you can’t keep your whimpers in. You’re getting close, your muscles and nerves are st tight and pulsing, your walls are pressing down on his length. His name mindlessly slips out of your mouth.

Maybe you can say you love him before you shatter.

But his fingers clench around you, strong and firm, stopping your movements. Lifting your hips up so high that his cock is barely inside, robbing you from your incoming orgasm.

You’re shocked, eyes staring into the nothingness, open wide. Your stomach drops, stirring up all kinds of feelings dwelling in you. A chill races down your vertebrae as you glance down at him.

“Suguru..?” Your voice is weak, shaky.

Fear courses through your being, primordial and all-consuming.

And when he speaks to you it’s all dark, shrouded in malevolence.

“You forgot one thing, darling. After I brought you back from the forest.”

No, no, no, he can’t do this to you! He can’t hold your orgasm hostage for the sake of toying with you! You should puncture his flesh your nails, scratch him, tear him up, but you can only grit your teeth. Your features twist from bliss to rage.

“You…” boiling anger swims through your voice. It’s like it’s not even your voice - more like a hiss, a growl.

There’s an undecipherable mixture of pity and amusement in his eyes. He twitches inside you but you’re too upset to notice.

“Apologize.” he sneers - almost commands.

His words cause anger to bubble up in you.

“Oh, you piece of shit…!” you seethe, but sob and moan when he slams you back on his cock, stretching you around his length again. Wanting to quench your rage with the sensation you crave the most right now.

“I hope, for your sake, I don’t have to repeat myself.”

It doesn’t matter how much you try to squirm, fuss and wriggle, he forces you still. His behaviour frustrates you to no end when you’re so desperate for a bit of friction, the horribly hollow and burning feeling of your lost peak torturing you seemingly endlessly. To the point where you’re too tired to put up a fight, when you’re teetering on the edge of breaking. You know you must swallow your pride, you have let him have it his way.

“I… I’m sorry.” you apologize meekly, teary-eyed, your voice a pathetic mewl. He finally starts lifting you up and easing you down, building you up slowly. But it’s not enough. You need more but he won’t give it to you just yet.

“You do?” he asks you in a way that it cuts deep into your marrow. It’s not even close to a loving tease – no, he’s outright mocking you.

Vicious bastard. You should grab his throat and squeeze the air out of him.

“Yes, I do!” you cry out without thinking. “I’m sorry for running away from you.” you push the words out through your whimpers. He increases the pace, making you yelp and shake, you end up closing your eyes reflexively. He robbed you from the sensation for so long that you became sensitive, it’s easier to make a mess out of you. Your face is red with shame, so much so you can’t look him in the eyes. The humiliation is like an invisible rope tightening around your neck.

“Promise you’ll never do that to me again.”

He pushes your hips further along his length this time, shifting you a bit towards his thighs. Creating a perfect angle, he uncovers a sweet spot inside you that makes you almost incapable of forming coherent words. And he eats the sight right up.

“…I promise… I promise...” you manage to get your answer out in the form of a choked hiccup. Your vision blurs. Everything is too intense for you to handle. You swear that the very shape of you could dissolve at any given moment.

Faith is desperate. Gods are hungry for despair. So they deliberately make you suffer and only then reveal themselves to you.

His fingers dig into your waist so hard it burns. You feel the world shift with you and then you collide with the sheets. Your bruised back ripples with pain. You’re unsure if he did it out of spite or not. You don’t know if he’ll completely shatter your dignity, or if he’s fine with just enforcing the feeling that you can never be above him, that you can never defeat him.

His weight on top of you is overwhelming. The midnight dark locks of his hair spread around you like spilled ink. And through the thick fog of your mind, too far gone in twisted, masochistic pleasure, you lock your legs around his waist. You don’t want him to go away. You might as well cease to exist if he does.

“And what do we say when we apologize?”

The soft plea coming from you is more instinctual rather than deliberate.

“Forgive me.”

You ache for him to move, you’re starved for the incoming high. Like a ravenous beast, all devouring. When he finally gives it to you, his thrusts make you feel possessed, make your back arch, your head falls back into the pillow as if you were offering your neck to him (maybe one day he won’t be able to resist the urge and will bite down on the jugular, through your trachea, putting you out of your misery) - you don’t dare to beg for anything else.

Maybe just for a little blood. A mark he can wear, just like you wear your bruises. Your nails somehow acquire a will of their own, your scratches have him excited and pleased.

His fingers meander around your jaw, gently coaxing you into letting him guide your gazes to meet again.

He’s imitating you, admiring his work like you did with him. And what he sees is a being stripped from any likeness of a dignified human being. With eyes so blown he can see the bottommost pits of Hell in them.

And he’s satisfied, rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

“I forgive you.”

Your release crashes over you like a tide, submerging you, burning you to cinders on the inside. Tearing you apart. And when he collapses on top you after filling you to the brim, you feel like a festering wound.

He’s a disease, miasma, a flesh-eating parasite crawling inside you.

“You’re…” you huff. “You’re awful.”

“I know. But you love me all the same.”

You wonder what you should have done to earn a different outcome, but you give up soon. Looks like he already had plans for your atonement in mind. After all, gods are impatient creatures. They’re dependent on your reverence and servitude. And you’ve waited for too long to make things right.

Why, why, why - it echoes inside your head.

But if you think about it… he’s your serpent. The vilest, most horrendous creature created by God. The one who charmed you, tempted you with sin and has now sunken his fangs into you. Of course he did, and instead of trying to heal from his venomous bite, you want to catch him - to find out his reasons, to prove to him that you didn’t deserve that.

And yet you could never, ever prove him wrong. Your serpent will always think it was right to bite. It’s in his nature afterall.

“Is your hand alright?”

He makes it up to you with spoiling you again. He cleans your wounds so sweetly, so thoughtfully, looks after you in a way that nobody could, which confuses you even further.

He cherishes you, destroys himself for the sake of keeping you safe - not like it’s a choice, but a must - just like a mother would. He scolds you, reminds you not to make the same mistake again, collars you, keeps you on a tight leash, only loosening it (just a little) when he succeeded at making you play by his rules, just like a father would.

And somehow, he excels at both. Way better than those two ever did when it came to you.

You wish your glare could pierce right through his skull when you hand the empty glass back to him. You don’t have it in you to play nice. You don’t even attempt hide that you’re sulking, he probably finds it funny - adorable even.

“Go to hell.” you spit and lay back into the sheets, your bruised back facing him.

“Oh, darling…” he coos, but the surface level sweetness of his tone hides a sharp edge of condescendence. He crawls into bed, right behind you, caging you in his embrace, forcing you to feel the warmth of his body. The warmth that you’re so used to, the one you can’t sleep without it. Nobody has ever made you feel this safe, and the fact makes your heart ache and your stomach twist.

“If there’s a Hell, I’ll see you there.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x you #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #meesa writes #DAAARLING GUESS WHOS COME BACK FROM JAIIIIL #Idk what kind of deep psychological issue of mine is in that fic but now its your job to decipher #just please dont bring Freud into the picture I hate that man

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flight-of-the-sacred-eagle · 10 months

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So, I’m still yelling about Sonic Prime season 2. It’s. So fucking good?

And not just because someone on the writing team 100% ships Sonadow because, holy crap, so much of that episode feels shippy.

So, full disclosure. Shadow is my favorite Sonic character. Ever since I saw him in Heroes I loved him. As a kid I didn’t notice the real “constantly shifting character” thing. Now, having played almost every major 3d Sonic game (I didn’t play Forces and refused to play Boom), having watched shows like Sonic X and Sonic Prime (again, I stayed away from Boom but I’ve heard it’s amazing), I think it’s obvious that he gets wildly mischaracterized.

He’s angsty, yes. I mean, he watched his child best friend/sister get shot to death in front of him when he was… five (Look, he’s simultaneously Sonic’s age, over 50, and like five- his age is an enigma), that would make anyone angsty. But he’s also genuinely caring, even if he rarely shows it.

Look no further than 06 when he accidentally releases Mephelis because he picks up Rogue to move her away, or when he intercepts Silver so Sonic can go save Elise. He’s actively saved the world three times- SA2, Shadow the Hedgehog, and 06, with him sacrificing his life in his first appearance. And let’s not forget how he genuinely seemed upset in 06 when Sonic died.

Actually, 06 is the best characterization of Shadow since his introduction. And it can basically all be summed up in his own words. “If the whole world chooses to turn against me, then I’ll fight like I always have.”

He’s brooding. He’s harsh. He’s proud and independent. But by god will he fight to the death for what is right. He cares about people, but he uses actions not words.

Now, what does this have to do with Sonic Prime? Well, this is probably the best characterization of Shadow they’ve ever done. He’s still broody and much more reserved, but everything he’s doing is selfless. He’s not beating up Sonic just because.

He’s beating up Sonic because he, rightfully in my mind, sees Sonic as a threat to his world. He isn’t trying to prevent Sonic from saving the world, he’s basically trying to put him in time out for ruining the world.

This is more than proven when he not only realizes that he can’t do something, but he also realizes that the only way to fix everything is to work together. And he actively admit that. Reluctantly, yes, but he says they need to work together.

He’s still angry and is currently furious at Sonic, but… he kind of has the right to be. Interestingly, he actually spoke to Sonic before fighting him (which, side note, was animated amazingly).

And let’s not forget his cockiness. It’s done perfectly. He’s not taking it too far like Sonic tends to do, but him being a smug little shit is great. And I think it really helps to show the dynamic he and Sonic have because he’s just. Not like that around other characters.

Without using words, they managed to show that, despite the fighting that’s happening, there’s a bond between Sonic and Shadow. One that can only be forged by fighting to save the world side by side.

I think it’s also important to mention that Shadow clearly was enjoying his fight with Sonic. Probably because it’s the most normal thing he’s experienced in forever. His friends are gone. Green Hill is gone. The chaos emerald is gone (though I have a suspicion that it’s going to come back at some point. It fell into the void for a reason and that void was shown for a reason. My bet is that they’re going to need to enter the void at some point). He’s trapped in limbo.

Fighting Sonic is a constant. One he desperately needs.

I know I’ve been rambling but for the first time in over a decade, they’ve gotten Shadow’s personality perfectly. Makes me wonder if the writers, or at least some of them, played SA2 growing up. After all… it’s been long enough since he was introduced that the target audience for SA2 when it was released would be old enough to work for the SEGA team.

It also makes me crazy excited for the third Sonic movie. I know they’re different writers, but they have hit the nail on the head with each character, and if a different show can characterize Shadow that well… maybe Sega is relaxing their iron grip on him and allowing him to actively shine.

Also that scene with Shadow falling to the void and Sonic sounding genuinely panicked was amazing. You can tell he was getting SA2 flashbacks. Someone likened the scene to Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man watching MJ fall in No Way Home and catching her when he couldn’t catch Gwen, and yeah. The emotional impact seems to be the same.

Sonic couldn’t save Shadow then, but he can save him now.

Just… go watch Prime if you haven’t. Sonic fans have been treated well these past few years and I can’t wait to see what comes next.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #Sonic #shadow #sonadow #sonic prime spoilers

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wejusthereforthefanart · 1 year

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Thorston Twins Headcanon at 2AM

It’s a little past 1:30 in the morning, but I just thought of this fun idea and wanted to type it out before I can sleep.

What if the other riders picked up on subtle patterns Ruffnut and Tuffnut showed throughout the years? Maybe Astrid’s an insomniac, so she’ll spend many nights watching over the group and notices the twins change sleeping positions on a regular basis.

On normal nights, they’ll maintain light physical contact with one another, like interlocking their fingers to know the other is present. If they had an unresolved fight, they sleep with their backs to each other, and if one of them is remorseful, they’ll face their sibling. When they feel unsafe or stressed, they cuddle, and after waking up so close to one another, they’ll start fighting as a way of “regaining their honor”.

Maybe there’s a time in which Fishlegs prepares a meal and plates everything, but Ruff and Tuff will immediately start exchanging sides, like she gives him her fish and he scrapes half of his fruit onto her plate in return. The two of them seem to have a system for any food combination imaginable, because they’ll do this during every meal and without speaking a single word.

And I love the idea that the twins are neurodivergent, but with different disorders (personally, I’m into Tuff having ADHD while Ruff is autistic, but that’s just my preference) and what if Hiccup catches onto their thought process for once? It seems like everyone else often struggled to understand what the twins were thinking when they came up with their own plans, but there could be an instance where Hiccup actually understands the connections they made and why they thought of something, and is like “holy crap, that makes sense!” Afterwards, he starts taking more time to reflect on their ideas before reacting, to see if he can connect the dots the way they did. This one is mostly just myself projecting my own elation when someone at school or work would tell me “I see what you mean,” after such a long time of not being fully understood.

I think while Snotlout has known them longer than any of the others, he’s also kinda dumb and wouldn’t bother psychoanalyzing them the way Fishlegs or Hiccup would. So he’ll see them constantly distract themselves with pranks and dangerous stunts when everybody else confronts serious problems, and pay it no mind until it’s finally drastic. Let’s say the group escaped a terrible hostage situation, and the twins wake up the next morning suddenly pretending nothing happened. The others could be really upset or frustrated that they’re, once again, taking things lightly, but Snotlout finally puts two and two together and concludes, “Oh, this is a coping mechanism. You both have probably been fully aware of every big issue we’ve dealt with, and joking around helped you handle the stress.” THAT’S when he starts to take notice in how they behave; pranks are an attempt to distract others, jokes are meant to distract themselves, and dares are intended to distract each other.

This is all leading up to my opinion that Ruffnut and Tuffnut deserve more attention. What’s that, they’re the central focus of many fanfictions and are high in the popularity polls? No, more attention. All of the attention.

#httyd headcanon #httyd #how to train your dragon #ruffnut #tuffnut #ruff and tuff #thorston twins #the twins give off ND vibes

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daughter-of-melpomene · 9 months

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𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙎

Alright, since I realize I haven’t exactly been as active on here recently as I would like to have been, I thought I would attempt to make up for it by letting you guys in on some of the newest OC babies I’m planning on introducing soon. I hope you guys like these little tidbits, and (even though I don’t have any of their intro posts up yet), feel free to ask me whatever questions you’d like about them!!

BAILEY TAYLOR, GLEE:

— Texas native who transfers to McKinley at the beginning of season two after her mother’s job is relocated to Lima.

— Generally your typical sweet Southern belle, but also fiercely independent and has a feisty streak.

— Well-set up to be popular when she first transfers, but quickly becomes an outcast after giving a tongue-lashing to some jocks after she watches them slushy Tina, so she joins New Directions.

— Generally sings country and pop music outside of the group numbers, but occasionally busts out a showtune (and does some country duets with Sam).

— Either a Tina or Santana ship, I haven’t quite decided yet.

CLARKE TALEB, TRIPLE FRONTIER:

— Her story is set in kind of an AU post-canon after the boys recover the stolen money from the ravine, where Santi officially retires and they all move to the same town close to each other (and also where Frankie doesn’t have a baby and broke up with his girlfriend because I just. Can’t really deal with that).

— Quite literally bumps into Frankie at a bar (and spills her drink all over him) and very quickly becomes friends with all four of them.

— A total energetic and social ray of sunshine who’s very comfortable in her bisexuality and active in her local queer community, and helps the boys come to terms with their various non-straight identities.

— The main singer at a local burlesque club, and KILLS it as a performer.

— In a poly ship with all four former Delta Squad boys, who are all also dating each other (except for Will and Benny, obviously).

GRETA DWARF, DISNEY’S DESCENDANTS:

— Daughter of Grumpy of the seven dwarves fame.

— Pretty much lives up to her father’s name; doesn’t put up with one bit of crap and is never afraid to speak her mind (which normally doesn’t make most people happy, but she doesn’t really like people anyway).

— Is definitely an outcast in Auradon and at school; the only people who actually talk to her at school outside of the teachers are Ben and her cousin Doug, who’s actually a little scared of her.

— Befriends Mal almost immediately after the VKs get to Auradon (they are truly kindred spirits) and decides to try and help them steal Fairy Godmother’s wand because she resents Auradon and how fake and falsely cherry it is.

— Doesn’t really lose her prickly streak by the time the Coronation rolls around, but does come to realize that not everyone in Auradon is so bad and she needs to let people in more.

— Definitely besties with Mal, but also strikes up unlikely friendships with Carlos and Lonnie (and kind of becomes Carlos and Jane’s unofficial protector since they’re both pretty quiet and she is. Not).

— Also an Evie ship because I simply have to give my beloved girl a girlfriend. <3

ISAAC HOLLIDAY, TWLIGHT:

— A boyfriend for my bi king Charlie Swan. <3

— A tailor who runs a clothing shop in downtown Forks - Charlie constantly brings his uniform to his shop whenever it gets ripped.

— Definitely suspects the Cullens of being vampires but can never prove it until Charlie lets him know about Edward and this man just jumps up and shouts “I KNEW IT!”

— Sweet but fiercely loyal and protective Gryffinpuff king. <3

— Definitely acts as a non-Charlie adult confidant to Bella and is the best stepdad when he and Charlie finally get together.

— Also used to have a bit of a crush on Carlisle and still gets nervous around him even after getting together with Charlie because Carlisle is just. So pretty.

LUCY SCRUBB, INDIANA JONES:

— A British archeologist working with American Army Intelligence who gets assigned with Indy to help him find the Ark of the Covenant.

— Kind of shy and socially awkward (mostly due to constantly being underestimated in her field for being a woman) but incredibly intelligent and observant and knows when to stand her ground and not take other people’s crap.

— (Also probably autistic, but, well, they didn’t really have the language for that back then. But she is.)

— An incredibly sweet and compassionate woman who would do anything to help people in need (but also tends to trust too easily, which is why Indy is good at balancing her out).

— Indy likes to call her Lou, and she pretends to hate it, but she secretly loves that he thinks enough of her to give her a cute nickname.

— A ship for the daring professor himself, obviously!

VIA WINCHESTER, SUPERNATURAL:

— (Yes, I know Winchester sister OCs are overdone, I don’t even care.)

— Technically her first name is Olivia, but she doesn’t like it and prefers to go exclusively by Via.

— Sam and Dean’s half-sister, fifteen years old in the first season, who was born out of a three-night stand between John and her mother.

— John didn’t stick around, obviously, but he kept tabs on Via and her mother and when the woman was killed in a car accident shortly after Sam left for collage, he came and got her and started training her to be a hunter.

— Immediately loves her two older brothers and is fiercely loyal to and protective of them, but shares a closer bond with Dean since she’s spent more time with him.

— Doesn’t like John at all, however, both for essentially abandoning her and her mother and for trying to turn all his children into hunters rather than letting them have normal childhoods, which is a point of contention between her and Dean.

— Despite her anger towards John forcing his kids into early training, she loves being a hunter and has a particular affinity for taking down vampires.

— A badass baby lesbian (who not only knows Dean is bi WAY before they even meet Cas but takes one look at Sam the first time they meet and is like, “Well, this one’s not straight either”).

— Might not have a love interest, or I might make another OC to give her a girlfriend, I haven’t decided yet (I’ll probably wait until I get a little further into the series).

Alright, that’s it for my more immediately upcoming OCs!! Again, feel free to ask me any questions you want about my newest babies!!

Tagging some of my OC community besties: @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @luucypevensie, @carmens-garden, @endless-oc-creations.

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writing-for-life · 3 months

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Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @ginoeh , thank you so much!

And also: I’m notoriously bad at doing these and still have many, many in my inbox I will eventually get round to answering (thanks to everyone still waiting), but I thought I can do this one since it will be a lot easier to write off the cuff because:

I don’t really ship; I don’t find it particularly interesting, sorry 🤣

Having said this, I’ll still try to answer the questions, so here goes…

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

I don’t think I was ever obsessed with any ship, not even as a teenager, because I tend to like characters and their stories, but I don’t really ship them other than what’s already in canon. So very mildly, maybe Batman/Bruce Wayne and Catwoman/Selina Kyle because they never truly ended up with each other? But even that one was meh…

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Hm, again, too mildly too really care, but maybe Aragorn and Arwen from LOTR?

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Written: Erm, despite having been a writer for aeons, I only wrote my first fanfic in 2022, and that was an OC x canon. So if we’re looking at canon x canon, it was Johanna Constantine x Rachel Moodie/Sandman.

Read: I’ve honestly no idea and can’t truly remember, but I’m fairly certain it must have been a Batman one.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Fairly certain it was Bruce and Selina.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

When I was a teenager, people were fighting over whether Bruce/Selina or Bruce/Talia were the OTP, but we weren’t terminally online, so ship discourse in this disproportionate, unhinged way wasn’t really a thing. I stayed out of it back then and still stay out of it now because I think everyone is free to like whatever they like. I have opinions that I occasionally voice, but that’s rather about general fandom trends (misogyny drives me up the wall) than specific ships. So as long as no one tries to ram their ship down my throat, it’s all good.

Did you used to have a NOTP or have one currently?

No ship is generally NOTP, but the way some people ship can be annoying. I have to admit that Dreamling has started to get on my nerves a bit. Not because I have a general problem with the ship or people who like it (many of my mutuals do), but rather because it’s everywhere, it’s hard to filter, and certain people need to make every discussion—also the ones that have zilch to do with it—about it and literally claim every corner of the fandom.

I don’t mind if people ship them though, I just don’t constantly want to get bombarded with it. So I guess what I’m trying to say is: Have your fun with it, but leave other people who don’t like it out of it, and stop constantly encroaching on creators to make it “real”, and above all: Stop inboxing people hurtful crap. In short: Don’t be an entitled arse with OTP goggles about it.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Dream x Calliope/Sandman.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Yup, the one I’m writing, which is a canon x OC pairing, sorry. Other than that, I don’t. I usually can’t get over why pairings don’t work in canon, hence I write OCs. And if they work out in canon, they already have everything they need, so I don’t feel particularly tickled to write about them. It’s sadly how my brain works. The only ones that currently get remotely close are Dream x Calliope (because of second chances) and Dream x Johanna (because they’ll be a complete fuck-up, but in an interesting way). But I still wouldn’t consider them OTPs.

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into?

That question doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but maybe I’m missing something? If I can’t get into it, it’s for a reason, and that’s not a loss or something to get mad over…

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they’re kind of interesting?

Nope.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

No because again: I don’t really ship. Unless it’s a =>

What is your favourite crack ship?

I am one of the main instigators of “Murphy and His Cool Hat”, so of course it has to be Dream x Helm.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

None in particular. I either like the tone of something or I don’t. It’s probably easier for me to say what I don’t read/tend to avoid…

What do most of your ships have in common?

Byronic men who are shit communicators 🤣

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Nothing outright? I can get behind a lot of tropes if they’re crafted well, the plot is solid and the writing is good. If I had to pick one thing it’s power-over-dynamics. I abhor them in real life, and I don’t feel a massive desire to write them or read about them (as in: specifically seek for them or make them part of the plot myself). But even so, I have read fics with such dynamics and it didn’t massively bother me because the story and writing were good. Another thing I’m not massively keen on is enemies to lovers and/or lots of forced arguments just so people can angry-fuck. But hate is a strong word—again, if the story is well crafted and that’s not the only thing that’s going on, I wouldn’t drop a story just because of that.

I'm no-pressure tagging @rey-jake-therapist (shipping, friend, it’s about shipping 🤣), @marlowe-zara, @tickldpnk8 if you want to, or maybe just point me towards your post if you've done it already?

#tag game!

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HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Octoberfair has returned to Clarksburg! Based on the German festival of a similar name, adults are invited to partake in food and beer sampling while the kids run around and play. Since this is an Americanized version of the event, naturally the events lean heavily on Halloween theming more than fall itself. Hence carnival attractions like The Haunted House, Down the Zombie, a FEARis Wheel, and of course the Creepy Corn Maze! It’s here we find Bumper and Xena, the two out to have fun as Crocie feeds on pumpkin-spiced funnel cake in the main tent. Bumper would’ve stayed with his fat friend for it not for Xena presenting her pal with a wager. Should he escape the corn maze before her, without the aid of any of his phantom powers, he may pick their Halloween costumes for this year. Having the perfect costumes in mind, Bumper accepted his alien friend’s terms, thinking this would be a piece of pumpkin pie. About a minute in was enough to prove the little ghoul wrong. He was constantly set upon by scare actors whenever he wasn’t lost in the paths of corn. Just as the floating marshmallow was about to throw in the towel, a rustling noise made its way through the stalks. His fear was immediately replaced by interest when the source of the noise turned out to be a black cat named Kiki. Like always, it didn’t take long for Bumper to befriend the feline, who led Bumper out of the maze. Xena followed close behind, congratulating her best buddy on a job well done. When asked how he did it, the ghost revealed he had some help. Yet when he turned to introduce Xena to Kiki, the cat was gone. What happened to her?

Who knows, cuz she’s not gonna be a recurring character. Sorry folks, the Samp Gang doesn’t need a pet. Their quota of mostly silent, largely adorable companions has already been met by the giggling lil’ ghouly himself. Adding a cat to the mix would just complicate things and draw attention away from our main four heroes. If I’m feeling nice I’ll have Kiki pop up in future Halloween pictures, but for now I just wanted to draw Bumper being friendly to a black cat. Personally I’ve always thought it was weird how they were associated with bad luck when they’re such adorable fuzzballs. Considering Crocie’s stories are about finding kindred spirits in the most peculiar places, I figured a black cat would fit the bill nicely. Of course I had to name it after one of my favorite cartoon witches, but I had trouble deciding on either Luz or Kiki. Only after I ran the names and sketch by my friend @the-pale-servant did I settle for Kiki. I hope you all enjoy her and this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

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talesofurbania · 2 years

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Snippet #3.2 - Alleyway Meeting

I got several anons requesting a continuation, so here it is! I’ve split it into 2 parts because it ended up being pretty long. Enjoy!!

YE OLDE ALLEYWAY PT 2

‘When do you think he’ll wake up?’

‘Dunno, he’s been out for three days at least. Plus he was pretty beat up when we got to him, Viv.’

‘We should have been there - why the hell weren’t we there? They nearly killed him, Kane!’

‘You think I don’t know that? God, I hate to think what would have happened if Hero hadn’t called us.’

‘Hero - yeah, I dunno about them.’

‘You didn’t think they were telling the truth about him?’

‘I don’t trust them if that’s what you’re asking - not the way Villain does.’ There were some soft huffs of laughter.

‘Well, they called us when they could have turned him in. After what happened, I’d say they’re ok in my book.’

Villain groaned and forced his eyes open. Everything was throbbing and pulsing with the same low bone-deep agony, and he knew he had a crap tolerance for pain (something Viv teased him for constantly) but damn it hurt so bad he thought he might actually cry. If he could make a sound, of course, after his throat had been bruised from the tight grip of Carl’s men.

The hushed whispers and murmurings instantly quieted and five worried faces bobbed up in his field of view. Villain’s lips twitched, then twisted into a grimace.

‘Knew you all cared about me’, he croaked, receiving five eye rolls and a few relieved grins.

‘Never mind boss, he’s fine!’, Other Villain called to Supervillain, who heaved himself up from his armchair with his cane, grunting. ‘Good to have you back, boyo.’

Villain winced as the grin he was sporting pulled at his cut lip.

‘Where’s the lecture about how I should have called for backup and everything once things got ugly?’

Supervillain turned, smirking.

‘Well son, I thought I’d let Viv hand it to you this time.’

Villain glanced sideways to see Other Villain glaring at him. Crap.

⁎

Hero leaned their forearms onto the rail, taking a deep breath as they gazed at the dull grey clouds smeared over the sky, illuminated by the orange glow of the city lights below. They weren’t really sure what they were expecting after saving Villain- because that’s what they did, they saved him - but after two months of radio silence from the League, Hero reluctantly accepted the fact that they felt…disappointed. As though they’d been expecting something- but what, though? A ‘thank you for doing your job?’ Hero shook their head a little. Get a grip. Like the League of Villains would ever thank you. Or contact you in the first place.

‘My dearest saviour.’

Hero’s head snapped up and they spun around, heart suddenly hammering.

‘I see you’ve finally healed, then.’

Villain just grinned and twirled, his stylish coat flaring out around his knees.

‘Restored to my former handsomeness, never fear darling.’

‘Restored to the smug bastard you are, I think.’

Said smug bastard’s smirk didn’t disappear.

‘And here I thought you genuinely wanted to see me.’

‘Oh yeah? How so?’

‘Sweetheart, you’re standing on an unsheltered rooftop, completely out in the open, at night in your civilian clothing.’ Shoot.

Hero huffed and turned back to the view of the cityscape, feeling Villain approach behind them.

‘My team told me you were the one who tipped them off.’

‘Mmm-hmm.’

‘Can I ask why?’ The question was genuinely curious.

‘And don’t say you were just doing your job, because I know for a fact that your contract actively discourages helping villains.’

#alleyway #continuation #hero x villain #villain #hero #villain x hero #fic #snippet #hero and villain #not a prompt #writeblr #tumblr writing community

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I hope this doesn't sound rude because I don't want to sound rude: I'm really glad people on tumblr are more open-minded and 'normal' about being in a fandom or multiple fandoms. I see so much hate and toxicity on twitter, and I'm sure it happens on tumblr too but it kind of gets lost here (at least to me). And among the people I follow, nobody will bitch about someone being a multi or start fanwars to then blame someone for not supporting X artist enough. I'm sure there are people like that here too... But I feel like in general tumblr is more chill at least that's what I experienced in fandoms (bts is my first kpop fandom though).

this isn’t rude! it’s refreshing to hear someone point it out without being so harsh, actually. last week when a lot of new people joined this site, i immediately started seeing tweets from people already talking shit about the way people navigate their bts fandom experience on this site in comparison to twitter. it did not take long for people to notice that some of the ridiculous crap that people try to cancel or harass each other over on that app daily simply doesn’t occur on here because this is a blogging website, not a social media app, contrary to popular belief. tumblr has been around for years and has been such a massive part of fandom culture since long before stan twitter started growing more. and while, of course, no platform is completely devoid of toxicity and this site is quite notorious for its misuse of the anonymous option…the abuse you can experience on twitter just for breathing is unmatched. these websites were designed for different uses and some people like myself have literally grown up on here, spent time in several fandoms, and shared so much of their life and creativity on here. so one would be hard pressed to think they can join this site for the first time in 2022 and think they’re gonna manipulate the way people use it up to their twitter standards. it’s just not gonna work. this site has been dying for a long time and i think the communities left have managed to build a comfortable space for themselves with a lot less discourse or drama and people wanna keep it that way. it’s not “being boring” or having a superiority complex like i’ve seen people call it. it’s just that people from other platforms are gonna have to relearn the fact that fandom (in general) is much bigger than just one app and people engage with it very differently across many platforms. it doesn’t make anyone lesser of a fan or more superior than anyone else. it is possible to have nuanced conversations, for critique to be subjective instead of a personal attack (most of the time), and just because people on here aren’t constantly talking about things like voting or streaming…it doesn’t mean they aren’t doing it. stan twitter has made it very difficult to enjoy being a fan sometimes. it’s not treated like a job here. it’s just fun and good vibes as long as you curate your dashboard to your liking and do what YOU want, not what everyone else tells you to do. keep it healthy.

#ask

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\(//∇//)\Oh you little rascal you! Got me swinging my legs over here giggling and crap 😂 Dude, with me being a libra and all, I freaking LIVE for exchanges like that. I’ll gently push here and there (respectfully, of course) until BAM! I’M ON THE GROUND! I don’t do it in a mean way because it’s not in my blood, but it’s just so much fun to tease a bit! Shoot, am I brat? •.• But legit, I know the feeling, well, in a subby way at least. I’m just like, am I going too far? Was it too much? As you can clearly tell I’m a VERY descriptive writer so I’m just sweatin bullets over here being like, “Did I cross the line there?” Lol. But ahhh that makes sense with Joesph and Jack. Got that good old balancing act once they have healthier relationships with themselves. I can totally see them being service based! But UGH can you just imagine how amazing it’d be to finally have the conversation with them where they feel comfortable enough to share their sexual preferences because they feel safe and comfortable enough with you? Just all that healthy communication and then blowing their minds by just hitting all the right places, having them feel fulfilled and loved while they finally love themselves enough to enjoy it? That they think they’re WORTHY of receiving that love and attention and DESERVE IT? That they can be themselves and receive unconditional love? UGH, freaking love it man! Of course, I also love my Yandere spicy men, but like, healthy bonding and healing is so hot too! But that makes sense with Jack willingly pushes all of his precious desires down he had as Joesph. I know Jack is doing it personally to himself and is being shady af, but poor baby boi putting his life on difficult mode when he could just be loved as Joesph. I know the reasonings and that he’s a fully grown man completely aware of his actions, but my freaking heart man! I’m more emotionally driven than logic based so I keep those rose tinted super glued to my face 😂 Real people? Those bad boys be flying off from the moment they say hi. Fictional characters? What do you mean he’s not good for me? He’s only killed 4 guys and locked me in the house for 18 days so it’s not THAT bad!

-🎃

Sounds like someone might be a little bit of a brat, yeah ;3c but hey, that's okay! Just keep pushing and being bratty until someone puts you in your place and reminds you why you love to submit~

lmao yeah my default mode is flirting. I flirt with all of my friends and for my job, so I struggle to turn it off sometimes. But I don't wanna make people uncomfortable either? Then again, if people are coming onto the Kinky Smut Blog, they're probably expecting at least a lil flirting if they talk to me, hopefully?

Yes, exactly!! They're both service oriented, they want to please their partner first and foremost!! But when they finally get comfortable and can embrace the idea of being served, and having their needs and wants prioritised... oh boy does it blow their minds! As soon as they can get comfortable enough to open up with their partners about what they want, rather than just constantly catering to their partner's desires, it opens up a whole world of possibilities! Especially if their partner happens to have the same wants, and just hasn't expressed them yet. Healthy and honest sexual communication is so good!!! I love seeing it so much.

Oh relatable, like yes Jack did it to himself, but also 🥺 he's like this for a reason!! He's like this because of all the trauma Joseph went through!! Sure, irl I'd be like "dude it's on you to fix this shit" but like in fiction... I just wanna wrap him up and tell him its okay and hold his hand while we work through his issues together. I wanna give broken characters who do bad things because of their experiences the same love and care and understanding that I want given to me when I do bad things because of my experiences (though, the bad things I do are like being a lil bitchy not kidnapping). If they're worthy of love and care and help, then I am too! It's character therapy!

#sunshine #asks #🎃 anon

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 1 year

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Here’s my take on their very Toxic Relationship. And mind you I’ve been a fan of Evan since the movie “Sleepover.”

Now you know their relationship was toxic just by how she would use him for clout… I mean she wouldn’t actually mention him by name but you just knew that she was rubbing it in everyone’s faces and making it known that they were “together and happy and in love” blah blah blah. She used him constantly, and I guarantee if they have stayed together (if they’re broken up) if they would’ve gotten married 🤮🤮🤮 she would have half his money and spend on stupid shit…

I mean when they were together she would bitch and moan if she didn’t get her way and be super pissed off when he wouldn’t buy the things she wanted and of course he’d cave in and buy shit for her spoiled ass anyway. I mean one, she posted a video of them being “intimate” which is so messed up and wrong on so many levels. Like, this girl has the audacity to post something like that. Something like that should be their own private thing and not shared with the world , unless she’s a freaking porn star or something. (Ewww!)

You could tell that he was freaking miserable when he was around her. He looked so mentally and physically and emotionally exhausted and drained. He didn’t look like himself at all. And as toxic as his other relationships were, at least he somewhat looked happy while with them. I’m sorry, but if it’s true that they’ve broken up he’s better off and it better stay that way. Has anyone seen that video of him at a friends wedding? He was having fun, and he was all smiles and laughs. We haven’t seen that side of Evan in a long time. That’s how you know she was no good for him. And I’m pretty sure she knows that toll she had on him, but she clearly did not give a single F about his feelings. She only cared about herself.

I won’t go too far and say that she was abusive physically, but maybe verbally abusive? She maybe made him feel bad about himself??? Maybe she was messing with him mentally and made him feel bad for not getting her things. I want to see him happy and lately from pictures and videos from that wedding, he looked genuinely happy. Like he had this glow. Pictures of him while they were together he was barely smiling, and he looked drained. When he was with fans though, he looked genuinely happy. It didn’t help that he had to go and play Jeffery Dahmer.. and she obviously didn’t make it any better for him. The more money he would get, the more she was sure he would buy her super expensive crap.

okay, sorry for all of that. It just pisses me off that she made him so damn miserable and it was very noticeable. I love Evan and I hope that he can get away from all the negativity and toxicity that she brought into his life. To be perfectly honest, in my opinion he should seriously take a break from acting and take care of himself.

❗️

anon has some thoughts on frannie 👀

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thenamesemma · 10 months

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TW!! - body image, ed

I feel like at some point in your life you will experience struggles with body image. Especially now that social media is more predominant and so many more people are using it daily now. More kids these days, are prone to struggles with body image due to social media but that could also be down to bullying or comparing themselves around others. Society is more judgmental about the way in which they see others, they point out every little detail. The way someone looks, the way someone acts, the way they dress, things that others have no control over. Body image is perceived by personal perspective, the way you see your body and the way you feel about it – is down to your own mind. As someone who has struggled with body image, I feel like it’s a topic that isn’t spoken about much for both men and women. Society has been made to feel like our weights are the only thing that defines us, and that's not true.

We’ll call body image Steve. I grew up with Steve, he’s seen me at my best and at my worst. He told me what I could and what I couldn’t eat. He told me when I was at my skinniest that I was fat. For my whole life Steve has told me how I should feel about MY body. Everyone’s met Steve at some point, Steve’s told others how they should feel about THEIR bodies. The way people view their bodies determines on how they actually perceive it. If Steve tells you that you look fat in baggy clothes or if you look skinny in tight clothes, you’re going to believe it. Humans believe what others say, some just have a better way of hiding than others. Growing up having weight comments thrown at you from left and right really impacted the way I view my body. Most days there are times where I feel so fat I don’t to eat, and there are times where I feel like I've lost so much weight, that I am finally happy with how I look. But Steve comes creeping in with his views, and says how fat I am and that affects me. But what hurts more than Steve calling me fat I think, is when my parents say I'm fat. I could be having a really good day, feeling positive about my body – then my mum comes to me with “oh you’ve put on some weight” or “you don’t need to eat that”. My own mum commenting on my body even though she knows I struggle with body image and my relationship with food. Or when my gran says that I should be skinnier than my mum. I used to be, then my mum lost a ton of weight. And I'm trying to recover from my ed and not be embarrassed by the way I look. And she tells me that I need to be a fucking size 6 instead of a size 10.

Social media plays a big part in body image and the way society sees each other nowadays. So many models and famous influencers are encouraging skinny summer bods. Which for many teenagers includes starving themselves or purging after every meal. And although this helps for the most part, the during and aftermath are not worth doing it for. You constantly feel cold, you struggle to eat anything. You live off gum and water for most of the week. You feel guilty after every meal, yeah you have the perfect body. But your mind is something it’s never been before. Every time you pick up a piece of food, you hear a voice in your head saying “this has ___ many calories” or “you’re going to regret eating that” “if you eat this, you’ll never be skinny again”. There’s a constant battle of wanting to look good, but wanting to heal your head and wanting to get rid of the demon that’s stopped you from being a teenager. You see others eating doughnuts or pizza. But you think “if I eat that, I'm going to have throw it up” or “you’re a fat pig if you decide to eat that”. And when you’re with friends who have an ideal body. And mention how they’re “too fat” it makes you spiral. Because you think well if they think they’re fat, then am I a hippo to them? You see many influencers put their food diaries and workouts on the internet. And you try them out and when it doesn’t work, you feel like utter crap. You wonder why it worked for other people but not you. “You’d draw out in sharpie where you’d take the scissors” you’d duct tape the “flabby” parts of my body, just so you could look at yourself in the mirror and feel good about yourself. You’d buy an XXL in clothes even if you were a S or M just so you could look at myself without having to pick out every fat part of your body. You’d sit alone at lunch in the bathroom or in a different room, so no one would see how little or how much you ate – and they couldn’t comment on the way you looked. You’d look at the calorie count and ingredient list of every food you ate, and calculate how much you should eat – and how little food you could eat if you went by that. You’d wear corsets or “flab tightening” shorts, just so you could trick my mind into thinking you were skinny even though you were. I’m 16 and thinking that people only cared about my body. That my weight defined me, but if people knew what I actually went through – they wouldn’t be so quick to point out every “unflattering” thing about me. Your clothes are supposed to fit you, you’re not meant to fit into your clothes!

#body image #mental health struggles #worthmorethanyourweight #bodydoesntdefineyou #beautiful inside and out

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So my evening kind of got ruined cause I was explaining my mom the exercises I do when I work out and she told me I should lose weight and now I feel like crap because I was so proud of myself because I've been working out since January and I only missed the weeks I had the flu and I know it's they way she grew up but still she always, always manage to use this insecurity against me.

And rationally I know I could eat less carbs and a little bit better and I don't like myself and my body so much but I was telling her I was proud of me, that wasn't the moment and honestly I don't know I honestly feel like shit.

Sorry I needed to vent.

Oh, babe. I’m so, so sorry. I just wanna give you a hug, ugh. 💗

This hurts me to read that you’re feeling that way because I know EXACTLY what it’s like. My mom grew up in a different country where the culture around body weight is even worse than it is here. And I think, maybe our parents generations just generally had really toxic beliefs about food and exercise. I definitely know they mean well, and it’s coming from a good place, etc. but it doesn’t make it any less hurtful to hear. Like, I was literally just on FaceTime with my mom, told her that the doctors say I have “constricted blood vessels” around my eyes that are making the skin in that area darker and she told me that I need to eat better. IM SORRY WHAT?! Then I told her about my anxiety and she said I should get a treadmill and stop eating sugar. Lmao. It’s truly a thing cuz clearly she thinks I look like shit, like why would that be the one comment that is on her mind.

Having your loved ones constantly focus on and point out your insecurities is so awful. Because they’re the ones who are supposed to support you and lift you up. So, you’re totally valid in how you feel. And, listen, regardless of what your mom or anything else says, YOU ARE DOING AMAZING. Working out consistently since January???? THATS A HUGE ACHIEVEMENT AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU. I used to be really disciplined with my exercise so I know the commitment that it takes to make that kind of change. I can’t even do it now to save my life. I’ve been so wishy-washy with it lately. So you are KILLING IT!!! On top of school and exams and stuff…it’s hard work! She may not see it as such or she may focus on what you still need to be doing but the fact of the matter is that you ARE making progress in the right direction. You’re taking care of yourself. Do it for you. For your health. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh or what your body looks like and it’s not fair to put that kind of judgement on you. You’re beautiful exactly as you are. The world is sexist and toxic so it may not agree, but fuck that shit. Sometimes the world is really wrong. And that’s okay.

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returntosaturn271995 · 1 year

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March 2nd: Clearing Out

Some days I truly feel like that prehistoric squirrel from Ice Age, anxious and constantly in pursuit of something so menial it hardly seems worth the chaos. Other days I just feel like a regular squirrel, in that they lose like 75% of the nuts they store.

I was reminded of this, when in the midst of making my bed, I decided my weighted blanket was making it too hard to want to get out of bed. I threw it in to our long-suffering linen closet, bursting at the hinges with yellowing sheets and forgotten clothes from people who have partied or stayed the night.

Simply put: they was no space to shove anymore useless crap in to and it all came spewing out in the hallway. Clothes that I had tucked away for winter, or to give back, or to give away as PJs, or just to store for no reason other than I hadn’t parted with it. Jackets of all the wrong sizes, jerseys for sports teams I don’t root for, sweatshirts for companies I don’t work at, sweatpants from schools I didn’t go to, and oh the truly insane amount of shacker shirts from guys I don’t even remember dating.

None of it had seen the light of day in 2 years and most of it didn’t belong to anyone or anything other than the garbage. I stared in to the pile. It stared back from the floor. The linen cupboard sighed with relief. What goes in must come out.

I pushed the pile in to the room with my foot and checked the clock. 30 minuets until I had to drive to therapy. I shoved the pile to a corner and did my yoga and mindfulness for the day instead. There was something on the nose about my irrelevant past scattered before me as I closed my eyes and tried to stay in the moment. The meditation played in my head as I drove to therapy, ironically inciting road rage from other cars as I’m a shitty driver even when I’m not trying to achieve enlightenment.

We talked about my habits today. How all of the yoga (3 days), bed making (2 years), meditation (1 year), journaling, reading, running, applying, cleaning, fashion, political interests (on and off for forever) are supposed to help me cope more effectively with the dark and messy shit.

The feels never go away. I just don’t want to be the person who binge drinks, fucks around, and generally avoids responsibility when they come back. There’s this ingrained cynical part of me that doesn’t want to be the caricature of wellness. Like Lorde singing in “Mood Ring”. Another white lady with brown roots thinking a chakra can heal the wounds of unmet ideals and hugs never given.

But fuck it: it’s just stretching and breathing. I’m allowed to stretch and breathe and try to be in the moment, right? Maybe Marie Kondo is annoying seeing God in organization, but it’s still nice to clean, right? Moisturizing my skin and drinking less aren’t going to stop me from aging, but at least they’re good for me, right?

Does it make me an asshole to try to be healthy? To experiment with micro-dosing mushrooms (tbh can’t tell much of a difference) or buy the green juice or go on a long walk in the sunshine? Isn’t the point that I’m showing up? That I’m taking the steps while trying not to roll my eyes?

I’m the only person who writes in the journal and I rarely read it back. But it’s something rather than nothing. It exists.

The old clothes were separated in to a trash bag and some things worth keeping (Giant’s jersey, UCSB crop top, some deadass comfortable loungewear). The rest went in to the garbage.

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jaejoongs-nipple-piercing · 1 year

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I want to know who thought it would be a good idea or funny joke to deal me these cards. I hope you’re all happy wherever you are, because I’m miserable.

My family constantly bring up stuff that isn’t true about the reason behind why I lost my job. I was framed and fired because of a lie made up by 2 idiot women, one of which glared at me almost constantly since her first day. She tried to tell me what to do when I had more experience and I knew what was going on.

They think I have anger issues and I’ve had to keep telling everyone around me that it’s just built up frustration and stress. If we weren’t so damn poor I wouldn’t be so stressed. If everything my brother said to me wasn’t an insult I wouldn’t be so stressed. If I never would have worked so hard for 10 now-meaningless years of my life at a crap job that never respected me then I wouldn’t be so stressed trying to find another one.

I put in an application for another fruit place even though at this point I honestly never want to work again and they wanted to set up an interview with a time and date that worked for me. So I sent them an email with a time and date and asked if that works for them. Over 24 hours ago and I still haven’t heard back. Did they change their mind? Did I pick the wrong day? Did Scenic Poop Company get ahold of them and lie to them, telling them not to hire me because I violently throw bags at people and make gestures behind other employees backs towards them while I’m angry at them?

I made a stupid counseling appointment to get my mom off my back so she would let me learn how to drive and she still refuses. She always talked about how it was more important for my sister to learn because “she’s working”. I need to learn how to drive so I can get to town to any jobs or job interviews, errand, appointments, just getting out of the house I’m currently trapped in. If I can’t get my license before I’m 30 then there’s no point in trying. That’s been my goal for 6 years and every time I bring it up again she says no and doesn’t believe me. “You had no interest then” she says. There’s no point in arguing with them, they’re always right and I’m wrong. It doesn’t matter what I do, IT WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER. I might as well have been adopted, because the last few years since her divorce with an asshole I’ve become the common enemy, the scapegoat, the one everyone blames for their problems. I can’t get mad or upset because I get yelled at and told to “quit whining”. Nobody knows what I’m going through, how I feel. I’m alone.

My aunt has been trying to help me with unemployment because it’s changed since 2016 when I filed last, and just because I said (and I said this to my “family” as well) that I didn’t want to work with apples, I didn’t want to work with fruit again, my aunt says I’m acting like a teenager. Fine, go ahead and insult me. Everyone else does. None of the rest of the family struggles with finding jobs because they don’t get fired or they aren’t cursed. Everyone has better luck than me. I have enough I’m trying to deal with on the inside, I don’t need more problems on the outside. And yet, that’s exactly what I get.

Someone tell me what to do now because I’m lost and I don’t know anything anymore. Everything I’ve come to know is either a total lie or one-sided. I can’t even think recently, and I’m still trying to appeal the unemployment denial. You are legally required to give me the money I’m owed, you idiots. Just because the majority of your employed rats don’t file for unemployment doesn’t mean you can deny me. Im going to appeal this until the government decides to give me the benefits as hush money to shut me up. Hand over the cash now, or pay me more when I take you to court.

#I’m stuck #I don’t know what I’m doing anymore #I can’t talk to anyone here because they moan and groan and complain #talking about how I should just let it go and ‘oh come on this again’#I’m sick and tired of it #i’m not okay #I don’t remember the last time I was ok #please take this curse off me because I can’t take it anymore #I #can’t #do #this

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fersrsbizniz · 1 year

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And another one!

“Fallen Comrades”

Tigatron????

This should be interesting. I remember him annoying the crap out of me for some choice he made later in the show , but I cannot remember what that choice was. Otherwise, I didn’t have an issue…

…but let’s see.

Is there ever an explanation for why they had to get the stasis pods into orbit? Was it a safety precaution? I don’t remember them saying anything about it.

Also are seconds like nano-cycles or something? I feel like there’s some interchange with this as the show progressed and it always confused me.

Cheetor is concerned about splitting up the team (valid), Optimus wants to make sure they get there before the others (valid), and Dinobot is concerned because he knows the enemy’s mind (valid). There’s two valid no’s to the one valid yes. Optimus you’re being stuboooorn…

But Dinobot is doing his best to be cautious to make sure those there aren’t harmed, pretty noble. Optimus is right that it has to be dealt with soon but so is Dinobot for making sure there’s no trap—which there definitely is. Let’s not kid ourselves here.

Jfc, and just like that Optimus is hit. Someone went to target practice today.

And Dinobot squishes Waspinator like a bug. Oof. But also I love his “yes!!!!” Not every day you see that side of him.

Also a rare little smirk there.

Cheetor pops out and is worried about his injured leader while Dinobot waxes poetic about the burial service—that Optimus doesn’t need. Cheetor is unamused and asks for help and Dinobot obliges by picking Optimus up one-handed. Love it. I straight up laughed to the point my wife actually asked what I was watching. She promptly regretted asking, but ah well, it is what it is.

Megatron is scheming and the Maximals are making their move to get to the stasis pod, leaving Dinobot and Optimus to recuperate. What could possibly go wrong with this constant splitting up? Everything—good old dramatic irony. Considering the stakes, the Maximals can’t really win one way or the other so I can’t blame them for this choice. I just think that there had to be a better way that didn’t leave you in this position Optimus, but desperation to save your allies makes sense as a character trait, I suppose. We shall see if this stays consistent. Like your shooting should…

Like ALL of your shooting should. Jfc get someone to calibrate your weapons! Or something!

…I say this as I know full well I can’t shoot my way out of a paper bag in any shooter-style games. Maybe all of them have the same issue I do.

Oh, that very familiar, random bridge is broken. This is awful! And upping the tension since they hadn’t had any on the way there.

Lol, if I was Dinobot I’d probably ask Rattrap when do they not have problems.

Ooh! His lip twitched! I don’t remember that! Paired with that short and snappy response you can just feel that frustration. From both sides, too, since they cut Rattrap off for that dramatic/he’s going to be inappropriate effect. I’m sure everyone has expressed it before, but I do love how the voice actor has such a range that their arguments seem believable even if they’re both played by just one person.

I also love how instead of, like, running off to do his own thing, he chooses to talk to Optimus about the situation. Like, for all of the things we know about Dinobot, he’s not huge on the Maximal way of doing things, he’s constantly vying for that coveted leader position, he has a contentious relationship at best with the crew members, but none of that supersedes delivering the information to Optimus and asking for his opinion. There is definitely a deeper respect there than his quips about funerals portray.

On top of that, that head tilt with the “have you any thoughts?” I don’t remember him being this expressive. It makes this viewing new in a way. That and that tiny shake of his head (mostly nose area) when he’s telling Optimus that his ideas aren’t quite possible. Until there is the mention of bouncing a beam off of something, then he’s all “perhaps there is~”.

Megatron, if you weren’t so stuck on the “traitorous turncoat” deal, maybe you’d recognize your actions lost you a damned good soldier.

Wait…I think I’m seeing a connection with that and some of your future choices, Megatron. Hmmm…

Coming to talk…uh huh. Sorry, I wouldn’t have bought that even if I didn’t know what you had planned.

“Eat slag!” A child-friendly “Eat Shit!” If I’ve ever heard/seen one. Very satisfying coming from the one who talks with relative eloquence given all of the situations they’re in.

Also, knowing how to play the field when injured, bravo!

I flat out started snickering when I saw Tarantulas try and move. Then, boom! As he deserves.

Scorponok clattered so hard he was detected. I’d feel bad if he hadn’t just shot Dinobot.

Also, are these weapons not as lethal or something? Poor Dinobot has a HOLE in his back but they look barely bruised by the auto weapons.

And bouncing the relay off the moon…if they had thought about that sooner, or any time when they had to get a pod before the Predacons, maybe they’d be less stressed…but then we wouldn’t have the fun little episode we do now.

I’m trying to figure out what emotion Dinobot is having right there in the CR chamber as Optimus is being really nice before he has to go to their new buddy. Trying and failing. Disappointment? Worry? Annoyance? Wishing he could do more? No idea.

And damn Megatron, you arguably made better time than any of them.

Awww, they care more about the animals than themselves. Can’t blame them. I’d do the same.

The whole situation is hilarious though, since you know…no one’s in there.

Ooh that flashing of the shots is uncomfortable to my eyes.

But I have one question: are you all trying to miss? Because it seems like you’re all trying to miss.

Except for Tigatron. Sounds like he got in a good hit.

I can’t say I’m huge on staying separated but I guess??? that it makes sense…I guess???

If it was about the identity circuits, does that mean they will never restore (based on what I remember) or is it he just prefers to hang out alone (which is not great since they’re in a war)?

Everyone is cool with it though, so that’s fine I suppose.

Anyway, fun episode, even if I feel like there are some questions I’ll never get answered.

Until next time, but before the next episode someone better getting to work:

#beast wars rewatch #beast wars

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