#but hey! i think i've had enough of a break from the fandom to get some of the old spark back

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

"unless you go for the cave thing but that's dumb" what's the cave thing

:cracks knuckles: the cave thing, anon, is an alternate version of how the fëanorians discovered elrond and elros during/after the third kinslaying that's... somewhere in home, probably, i mostly know of it by reputation. it goes (again, as far as i know) that elrond and elros weren't at sirion during the kinslaying at all; they were playing in a cave and a nearby stream outside of town somewhere, which is where maedhros found them - fans tend to extrapolate the situation as them being sent away from sirion for their safety, but i don't actually know if that's part of the passage as written. it's less commonly used in fic than the published silm's framing of the encounter, but i have come across now and then

this... isn't an interpretation of events i particularly care for. on the more petty side of things, i have serious doubts there'd be any such peaceful bubbling brooklets left in beleriand that far into the war. none you could leave a couple of six-year-olds unattended near, anyway. more to the point, i think it... dampens a lot of the really interesting aspects of their characters. sirion is a defining trauma for them, in my eyes, and a lot of the effect it has on them as they grow comes from being there, hearing the screams, smelling the ash, seeing the people they love die. it’s a horrible object lesson that happiness is fragile and evil will always seek to break it, and it’s the reason they hold onto the happinesses they do find, much, much later in life, so tightly. which isn’t to say it wouldn’t affect them if they were off playing in the woods somewhere and only learned about it later, but i do think it would affect them in noticeably different ways

it also does things to their relationship with the fëanorians i don’t particularly care for. it’s very important to me that elrond and elros know what maglor is and what he’s done from the moment they meet, that they know the truth of the third kinslaying from harsh, direct experience, forming a painful subtext to their relationship which for all the love that grows between them never really disappears. but if the twins weren’t at sirion, it suddenly becomes possible to lie to them about what happened there, to soften the worst bits for their young ears and let their regret for doing it overwhelm the fact that they did it anyway. and even if they are completely honest, it’d be so easy for the twins to convince themselves it wasn’t that bad, that they had no choice or they did as little damage as possible. but they did, and they didn’t, and as soon as they come into contact with people outside the fëanorian camp’s bubble the twins will inevitably learn the truth. it’s a lie so big when it gets uncovered it’ll almost certainly shatter their whole relationship, a reveal that the fëanorians are actually the monsters they (whoever ‘they’ is) spent their entire childhood trying to deny they were. that breach of trust makes it so easy to interpret the fëanorians as pure-black villains who gleefully manipulated the twins for decades, easily cast into the dustbin of history as the defeated bad guys of their personal stories. it makes their relationship simple, and y'all how i feel about this relationship being simple

just, in general, i think that if elrond and elros weren’t at sirion for the third kinslaying they’d grow into massively different people, with massively different relationships with their peoples and their pasts. which isn’t to say i couldn’t see an elrond and elros who were off in the cave, but they would be, again, a different elrond and elros. my problem with the cave thing is less with it as a concept per se, and more with how it gets treated as interchangeable

#ask #my terrible headcanons #elrond #elros #feanorians #third kinslaying #i think this ask's been sitting in here for a literal year #but hey! i think i've had enough of a break from the fandom to get some of the old spark back #and i've finally found a work schedule wherein i can actually write things #again to be 100% clear: #i'm not saying that if the elro twins weren't actually at the kinslaying it wouldn't traumatise them #i'm just saying it would traumatise them in different ways #ways i personally... well i prefer the other version #seriously though why not just ship the kids to balar if you have the time to stash them somewhere #no orcs on balar #anyway i'm gonna empty this askbox if it takes me the entire rest of the decade

[beasblogsposts]

a/n: hi! This is the first fanfic i've written for this fandom. An avid fanfic reader and marvel fanatic but I haven't written anything like this so...bare that in mind. I posted an idea idea for a Wandanat x reader fic where during an intel mission, the couple find you, a hydra prisoner left behind. After rescuing you and moving you into the compound, feelings between you and the couple emerge. However, considering the age gap (Legal, r is 21,) your past, and the circumstances in which you met, the two redheads are hesitant to start anything. will be kind of a slow burn, hella angst but ofc some fluff and (probably badly written) smut throughout. but this is the first chapter! any comments/feedback/ improvements are welcomed in the comments. Enjoy! - bea

word count: 1654

What they found Ch1

‘The parameters are clear, Mr Smash is currently clearing the rest of the guards. Romanoff, you sweep the first floor, Witchy can you cover upstairs?’ Tony calls through the comms, flying around the outside of the castle-like walls of the latest Hydra base being taken down.

‘Got it Stark, Natty be caref- I mean Natasha, A-agent Romanoff’

There are several chuckles heard through the earpiece before Clint breaks the tension ‘Easy, Red. You and our dear assassin here have been sharing a bedroom long enough, you don’t need to hide your cutesy nicknames from us’

‘Yeah as long as you’re not opposed to us teasing you about it’ Tony finishes off, landing on the top floor of the building.

’That’s enough you two. Any more teasing and you’re both gonna be on the receiving end of my widow bites once we get back to the quinjet. Wanda just ignore them…Wands?’

Natasha repeats after receiving no response from her girlfriend within a few minutes. Natasha takes this as a cue to start making her way up the stairs towards the floor Wanda was supposed to be on, figuring her beloved witch was distracted by a few stray guards.

Wanda, however, was currently facing a… less threatening but undeniably more daunting situation than Hydra agents. Her palms clenched to prevent any more red mist escaping them, as she took tentative steps towards a seemingly empty cell.

She could hear soft, almost inaudible pants coming from the corner, as she took a step closer, a small, hunched figure twitched slightly, pressing themselves against the wall of the cell. Wanda took this as her cue to crouch down to her knees, taking on a more relaxed approach.

As she shuffled closer, she noticed a small, pale frame draped in a tight but battered suit, hair covering their face. The figure almost looked like a child, but looking at the frame and curves, she had to assume it was a small adult.

‘H-hey…I didn’t mean to startle you. My names Wanda…I-im here to, to help?’

There is a drawn silence as the figure sits up slightly, back resting against the wall with a pained huff.

‘Are you? You don’t seem too sure about that…’ Teased the voice. A woman.

Wanda looked up slightly, seeing blue eyes peering at her through a curtain of floppy hair covered in gravel and a red tint that Wanda was praying wasn’t blood but…didn’t want to think about it too long.

‘Yes.’ Wanda finally found her voice, speaking more confidently. ‘I’m here to help you, we just thought this building no longer held…prisoners.’ She trailed off at the last part.

‘What happened to baldy and face tat?’ The voice asks in a husky tone, reaching a bloodied arm up to her face to rub some grime from the side of her face.

At Wanda’s bewildered expression the woman continues

‘The guards…it was always the same two. Never gave names so I made my own.’

‘O-oh they uhm…took a long walk off a short…hillside’ The witch responded, wringing her hands together.

This earned a slight snicker from the woman in the cell.

‘So it’s true then. You’re one of those revengers Strucker has been yammering about?’

The Witch returned a slight nod ‘Well… A-venger, but, yes, I am, we actual-‘

‘Wanda! For christ sakes I’ve been yelling your name through the comms for the last ten minutes, you know how many stairs I had to climb just to find you sitting here!’ A gravelly voice called from down the hallway. Wanda immediately recognised the teasing reprimand from her girlfriend and turned to greet her, as she did, the figure suddenly shrunk into the far corner of the cell, away from the harsh voice she could hear approaching.

Just as Natasha reached her girlfriend and the entrance to the cell, Wanda held out a hand to her chest, pausing her movements ‘Natasha…lower your voice’ She whispered as she glanced to the growing ball of nervousness currently hunched in the corner.

Natasha’s expression became confused as she followed the line of sight into the cell and frowned ‘b-but stark said this place no longer held captives, that we just needed to grab left over intel and leave.’ The spy whispered as she peered further into the cell’

‘A young woman…seemed familiar with the place enough to suggest she’s been here for a while. I was just introducing myself when you found me, she’s not hostile’ The witch confirmed as she looked back at the woman who was now eyeing Natasha with an unreadable expression, her mouth slightly agape.

‘You’re, the black widow…’ she whispered as she leant forward slightly, just within an arms’ length of the couple.

Natasha tentatively nodded, undecided as to whether it was a good or bad thing that the woman knew her name.

‘I am, but I prefer Natasha when I’m not fighting, and you are…’ She asked with a softer tone than the one she had entered with, taking Wanda’s hand in hers and squeezing it gently, only now processing her relief that the witch wasn’t in danger like she had originally thought.

‘Y/n, but you can call me 308 if you like, that’s all I’ve been referred to for as long as I can remember’ You reply, looking down at the metal cuffs gripping your wrists, you originally had a badge with your number on it sewn into your suit but, it had worn off eventually.

‘Y/n is fine with us… we don’t believe in referring to living people as numbers.’ Wanda replied, offering Nat a knowing look before returning her attention back to you. ‘And how old are you?’ she probed further, taking the chance to get as much information as you were willing to give them.

‘What year is it?’

‘2024’ one of them responded, though you weren’t sure which as your eyes were focussed on the ground in front of you’

‘Well they brought me here in 2019, I was 15 so…I guess that means I’m 21’ You reply nonchalantly, when they don’t say anything in response, you add on ‘they mention your age a lot at first, for updating their files. Once you have your ID number, I guess no other digits are important anymore.’

‘Well, they’re important to us’ Wanda starts before pausing, lifting a hand to the earpiece nestled beneath strands of auburn hair, listening intently for a moment before looking back to you ‘And our team is here also, we weren’t aware there was anyone to save but… we can take you with us now.’ She said confidently with a soft smile gracing her lips.

‘Take me with you? Like…to the outside?’ You ask shakily as your brain struggles to determine if this is real or some deranged illusion your subconscious had formed as distraction.

‘Yes. We have a quintet-‘ You raised an eyebrow ‘a plane. We have a plane to take us and the rest of the team back to our compound, we will take you with us, nobody is trapping you here anymore.’ The woman took another step, now entering your cell and seemed to evaluate your body, you shrunk under her piercing green eyes, feeling vulnerable and ashamed of what had become of you.

‘Well I guess I don’t have much of a choice…though I haven’t taken a step in…well a little while, so there’s not much chance of me walking with you to this plane you have’ You admit quietly after a few moments.

Wanda knelt down, only inches from you this time, and slowly reached an arm out to you ‘That’s okay, I can get those cuffs off and carry you there, if that’s alright?’ She offered with a gentle tone, her hand emitting a Scarlett haze that soon popped the cuffs from your wrists, leaving them to clatter to the floor.

You winced slightly at the reddened rings now embedded into your skin, wiggling your wrists to gain some feeling back into them. You reached out and slid your palm into her awaiting one, weakly grasping her fingers as silent permission to touch you.

Natasha held open the cell door as the witch carefully lifted you into her arms and an inviting vanilla scent filled your nostrils. The two avengers walked silently down the hall and towards the main door. You could see a bright light only a few feet away, when she stepped out into it, the light hit your eyes and despite your squinting, shot a throbbing pain into your retina’s. Feeling you tense, Wanda glanced down and to see what was troubling you.

‘You can lean your head on my chest, turning your face towards me will help block the light a little more until we are on the jet.’

You didn’t question her words further, needing to get the pain to stop as quickly as possible, you wound your arms around her neck and nestled your face into the crook of her neck. Sighing with relief at the darkness it offered you.

Eventually, the pair reached the jet, Wanda still holding your body as she shook her head, a silent message to stop the questions on the tip of her teammates tongues as she wordlessly leaned down to place you on the bed at the back of the jet. Just as she was about to inform you that they were taking off, she felt soft, steady breaths hitting the side of her neck, you had fallen asleep in her arms.

Gently, Wanda placed you on the bed and removed her arms from beneath your body. Bringing a sheet over you and returning to Natasha in the chairs upfront. Her girlfriend turned to her with a saddened look ‘so, what now?’ The spy asked, lacing their hands together.

‘Now, we get her back to the compound and give her the help we fought so hard for…’

#wanda maximoff #Natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction

[elvisabutler]

I don't know if your taking requests but I had this in my head and just can't get it out.

Just Austin x reader when she is on top, I'm taking slightly mean reader with just a tiny bit of sub Austin and a lot of chest scratches+bite marks (on him)

🌹🌹

like a feral cat

summary: you and austin tend to switch for each other and it works well enough except for when you cover him in scratches and bite marks. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1332 warnings: rough-ish sex. bite marks. scratches. p in v sex ( protected ). very soft sub austin. dom-ish reader. minor bit of degradation. possessiveness. author’s note: thank you for the request darling! and one day it will not take me months or a month to get to some requests. i actually really liked this one i just- holidays and kinktober and everything just made writing kind of an adventure on what i got out. and hey first thing i've really written in a week, woo. hope you enjoy!

From the moment you and Austin entered a relationship you realized that both of you liked to play with dynamics. Maybe that made you like every other couple you knew but at the same time you like to think those couples didn't understand the rush of pleasure that hearing your boyfriend whimper your name begging to cum and the look of sheer ecstasy that crossed Austin's face when you called him sir as you begged to touch yourself. It was fine though, because you both knew safe words and you both knew better than to push each other more than was necessary. Today was no real exception as you found yourself on top of Austin, your nails digging into his upper arms, earning a hiss from him.

"Hard day at work, babe?" It's not that you had pounced on him when he got home, but it was a near miss if he's being honest. Normally that sort of thing ends in you being needy and him treating you with a certain amount of tender loving care but this- this is new and more than a bit exciting.

"Did I tell you that you could talk, Austin?" Your words are almost spit out and Austin recoils just a hair before realizing that you want a more- pliant him, not a sassy one. "Should have known you'd want to run that pretty little mouth if I didn't put something in it."

Austin can't help the way a snicker escapes his mouth at your words. Despite knowing you want him in a certain way today there's something hilarious about watching you try and be mean because it's never been your forte. At least, that's what he thought until he feels the scrape of your teeth against his shoulder before you bite down. A yelp escapes his mouth unbidden as you pull away with a smirk. "Cat got my baby boy's tongue? Didn't expect me to sink my teeth into this tanned skin of yours?"

He tries to form words, tries to defend himself against your words even as your hands leave his upper arms and your nails slide down his chest, nails digging ever so slightly into his skin, forming a trail of red marks down his torso. "Y/N, babe." He can feel your pussy clenching around him just slightly, a tease of how you normally clench his cock when you cum or when you want to force him to cum first, knowing that your grip always can do him in. "I'm- I'm sorry, shouldn't- tease you. You're just taking what you need from me, aren't you?"

Another moment and he hisses at the sting of his skin almost breaking as you move your hands back up his torso more streaks of red skin following in your wake. "I am. I'm showing everyone that you're mine. That even if you have to cover all this with makeup that you're mine. Because you'd do anything for me if I asked. Just to make your mistress happy wouldn't you?"

His head lolls backward as his hips try and rut up against you, trying to gain more friction, to get you to move up and down on his cock. Your hands move to grab his hips in an effort to stop him. He groans at the bite of your nails against the skin of his hip before looking at you. "I would, but you- I need to move to give you things."

"Why would I want you to move?" You ask, moving to mouth at his clavicle before biting down, earning a sharp inhale a cry of pleasure from Austin. "Baby boy, we know when you're like this you can't use your cock. Can't push it in the way I need it to hit me. You know I need to control how this goes."

Austin growls, his hands moving to your hips, unable to stop or control himself to stop himself from doing it. "I think I'm pushing it in pretty well, ma'am."

You tilt your head and move to kiss up his jaw line, watching it tense under your ministrations before you lightly bite at the one part you always see flex when he's frustrated or trying to control himself. His inhale has you smirking as you kiss back down his neck. "Are you? Fuck me harder, baby boy. Make it so I can barely walk tomorrow. Or should I go find another better baby boy-" The words are swallowed by Austin's lips on yours as you moan into the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a battle you're not sure you want to win.

You can't help the way your nails dig in more as you keep a firm grip on his hips. If you want you could break the skin, tear little small lines against Austin's hips as retaliation for not being as pliant as you want. But you don't, you keep your scratches a little superficial but still lining his skin, the red igniting something almost feral in you. Austin Butler was yours to mark, yours to love and no one could take that away from you. No matter how much gossip you would hear otherwise, no matter how much other people might sneer at him dating someone below him, he was yours and no one else's but yours. Your pussy clenches at the realization as you start to drag your fingers against more of his skin, wanting to see him covered in your marks. You want to give him the trophies of your love as you ride him.

From the noises leaving his mouth, you're not the only one, you think he's trying to mutter something but it's muffled against your skin as he pulls you down into him, causing one scratch to actually break the skin, with you only realizing when you pull away and see blood on your torso. Finally your hands settle on his shoulder blades, clenching them and pushing Austin down into the bed as you ground down on his cock and he rutted up against you, both of you chasing your orgasm. One of his hands finally leaves your hip and moves between your legs, his fingers callused as ever from his random guitar playing rubbing against your swollen clit, earning a cry of want and pleasure from you.

You can feel him twitching inside and feel his body shaking just slightly as he opens his mouth to speak, the words slurred into some weird Californian and Southern accent. "Let me cum, ma'am. Wanna cum before you, please. I'll be-"

"Please, Aus." Because you're barely holding on yourself and the idea of his cum filling you with no worries due to your birth control has your own body shivering. He doesn't need to be told twice, his lone hand gripping your hip even tighter, his own nails making moon shaped imprints on it as he groans, cumming and rutting up into you as you follow suit. Normally you wouldn't but tonight is just different for both you, you think, especially after you flop onto him, chest heaving as you both try to catch your breath.

"You know one of them is bleeding, right babe?" He whispers as he strokes your hair, trying to remind you that you've covered him in marks.

"I need to patch you up, I know." You answer as you pull away, whining just a hair as he pulls out of you. Standing up and stepping away from him you take a second to admire your handiwork and smirk a little. You had done that to him, scratched him up like you were a feral cat.

At your smirk Austin looks at you with hooded eyes. "As hot as it is seeing you look that pleased with yourself at making me look like a scratching post, can you go grab the antibiotic cream and a bandage?"

"Sure baby boy. Won't even make you beg for it."

You do make him say please though.

taglist: @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy, @blurredcolour, @eliseinmemphis, @purejasmine, @lindszeppelin, i really do need to organize who likes what better.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler #ally writes

[pepsiiwho]

Hey I’m just very curious- do you think you could expand on your thought here: “Persephone isn't a good mother and, imo, would have a very strained, tentative relationship with her actual son (and now daughter hahahahah damn....)”? It’s not a common take I’ve seen- at least in the parts of the fandom I frequented- and I’d like to know more about where you’re coming from. Like I know Nyx isn’t a good mom- particularly to Hypnos- but it’s way less common that I see people saying Persephone is a bad mom.

To be clear, I’m not disagreeing or being confrontational or anything- I’m genuinely curious to hear your thoughts. Also what’s all this about the timeline implications? I don’t have a computer to play the early access on and so I have to hear about it second hand. All to say if you could tear yourself away from Hades 2 long enough to formulate a coherent response I’d be eternally grateful.

Sure! I just got to the final boss in hades 2 so I probably need a break. Ignore the shaking and cold temperature of my skin, I'm normal! Long post under the cut!

Okay lets see, first thing: any nyx or Persephone freedom fighters out there who wanna defend their mommies or whatever do it somewhere else, I don't give af. This isn't directed at you, I just gotta cover my bases. Anyway,

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Persephone (Pers) loves zagreus, I won't say she doesn't. She lost him once and that grief drove her to leave hell entirely, leaving her husband and home behind for solitude of her own creation. You don't get grief like that unless you loved someone, or the thought of someone, deeply. But, having said that— she was gone for (functionally) all of Zagreus' childhood, adolescence and a non-zero portion of his adulthood. A charitable read of their situation was that she wasn't absentee by choice, not knowingly at least, and if she knew she would've never stayed away as another woman raised her child and her husband abused said child because of her toll on his mental. My read is that she left, abandoning her husband and baby and when Zagreus went to find her she wouldn't even come back with him. He reached out, found her, begged her to come back and she wouldn't. The reasoning for WHY is something I've forgotten honestly, I haven't played HADES story mode all the way through in years, but regardless she didn't instantly come back and will herself into her son's life. Any deniability she had was gone by that point, imo.

And let's say, for argument, she came home and instantly was heavenly and kind and loving and everything zagreus needed then— doesn't change the fact she abandoned them.

I don't think you get to be a good parent when you missed all of your child's most formative years. That sort of loss is something you don't get back, time that doesn't get to rewind just because you made a mistake. I think a common fandom take with hades fans is that the family is fractured but whole by the end and everything is okay. That's nice, I guess, but I think it's boring and uninteresting. I much prefer a read that zagreus moved heaven and hell (literally) to get to his mother and he finally got what he wanted and still wasn't satisfied. She wasn't the goddess he expect. Not the. mother he expected. She was .... something else.

Theres a degree of negligence in her actions that just are unavoidable.

Unless I'm completely misremembering the events of the first game, (which is a real possibility, me and my best friend have done so much insane HC talking over the years canon and Fanon get blurry quickly—) I think she's a bad parent. And this isn't even touching on how her absence made Hades a worse parent and abusive figure to his son. I think of that quote from... somewhere, that was something to the effect "an abused child's saddest realization is that they didn't have a normal parent and (1) abusive parent— they had (2)" Zagreus had to have thought that if she hadn't left, abandoned him, he wouldn't have to endure what he does.

As for time line mess: it's too vague. (It's funny you sent this when you did, I actually was just talking about this with my bestie, all of 15 minutes ago. You cursed me, witch)

So assuming I understood hades lore, with only the first game as our point of reference (no myth, no outside media, just the in game text) Hypnos, Zagreus, Than and Meg are around the same age. Thanatos and Hypnos are twins, meaning they're the same age and it's implied that meg grew up around the twins and zagreus as well. Zagreus openly references their shared childhood with nyx and achilles and probably other characters I forgot. But what matters is that if they grew up together that tells us one of two things:

Gods are functionally made like human children are. Not for a purpose or function but just because the parent wanted them (or had an accident) and then a aspect is applied to them at birth/conception OR

Gods are created by their parents to fulfill some sort of need that the parent didn't/couldn't/shouldn't do themselves. This seems to be the more textually supported answer, if Nyx and her fucking high school football team worth of children mean anything.

Neither option is one I like, because they don't make much sense to me in relation to humanity but that's neither here nor there. Personally, I think godhood should work like the concept of storks do in that when humanity needs a new figure to pray to or invoke, a child is 'born' and delivered to the parent. So, by this logic, the base needs of human begins would come before all else right?

So just within Nyx's family, the ages should really go Chaos > Nyx > Fates [?] > Hypnos > Than > Charon > etc etc etc. Because human beings must sleep before they die and then die before they're transported to hades and so on and so on.

But in THIS model, Hypnos and than would be considerably older then humanity and everyone else in the house, hades included. Which means they'd be far too old to have grown up which zagreus. Or maybe zagreus is way too old to be acting so childish? It's hard to say. Neither answer is particularly satisfying. That also doesn't even bring into account the olympians. And don't event get me STARTED on Melione. God. The timeline has major implications for her and her story depending on where she falls on it.

But that's a whole other rant. Like this is already getting long as shit. I hope this made sense and I'm glad you asked! I enjoy going on my senseless rambles.

Well, back to the horrors (hades 2) <3

#the funnies #hades persephone #this is so much sorry guys I just am so normal all the time #hades game

[sokkastyles]

Hey!, I love your atla meta and zutara posts.

I was scrolling through Instagram and saw this. So if u don't mind, what do you think about this?

After a break from the atla fandom bcz the discourse lowkey left me exhausted and traumatized. This was'nt pleasant.

Maybe it's bcz this feels like someone read a zutara post and is trying to paint smth similar to it with maiko , but for some reason, this makes me feel kinda sick.

Thoughts?

I think I've responded to this sentiment before because there's a lot to unpack with the idea that Mai "loved Zuko unconditionally," because first of all, she didn't. Their relationship only began because Azula decided it would be more beneficial to bring Zuko back as an ally than as an enemy. If things had gone as expected, Zuko would have been brought back to the fire nation as a prisoner, and he would have been spending the trip home in a cell like Iroh instead of smooching Mai. We have no idea whether Mai might have been distressed by this possibility and the hand she would have played in it, and the show gets her off the hook from having to have feelings about it because things just happen to work out so that she doesn't have to and she gets a boyfriend instead of the knowledge that she helped destroy the life of the boy she had a crush on when they were kids. I actually asked myself once whether she would have cared, and even attempted to write a fic where I started out thinking that Mai would actually try to break Zuko out of prison, but that's not what ended up happening as I channeled Mai's character. Here's the fic by the way.

My point is that their relationship is conditional. It's conditional on Zuko choosing to side with the fire nation. That's why he has to break up with her when he realizes that's not what he wants anymore, and when he tries to explain that to her, she refuses to understand it. And then when she decides to get back together with him, it's conditional, too. She literally tells him never to break up with her again. That's not something you say to a person you love unconditionally, because unconditional love means allowing someone to make their own choices, even if it means letting them go. I'm not even sure you can claim Mai loved Zuko before his banishment, either, since all we see is her blushing once when they were kids. The most you can say is she had a kiddie crush.

I've also seen people say that she loves him unconditionally because she's willing to get back together with him despite not agreeing with his morals, and as I've already said, that isn't true, because she threatens him with ultimatums, and she makes Zuko promise something he can't keep. They broke up because of their differing morals, and since that doesn't change, Zuko is likely to do the same thing again, just like he did at the Boiling Rock when Mai thought he would just back down if she yelled and threw things enough.

But also, the idea that unconditional love in this particular instance is a good thing is something I have to question in the first place. Unconditional love is a lofty phrase, but there are absolutely things that SHOULD be conditional in relationships, and having the same morals and ideals is one of those things. Especially since Zuko is the Fire Lord and his beliefs about politics and ethics will affect the future of his country. This isn't just a difference of opinion, it's something that makes them fundamentally incompatible and it's never resolved. And using it to claim that Mai "loves him unconditionally" because she's willing to stay with him even though they have fundamentally different ideals rubs me the wrong way.

Which leads me back to why I think people make these arguments in the first place, and I agree that it's nauseating. Because often when people say this, they're making some kind of implication that Zuko was so horrible to her and he should be grateful to her that she's willing to stick with him. And not only is that a shitty thing to do to someone in a relationship, but it is not unconditional love. It's gaslighting. It's especially creepy because Zuko has already had enough of that shit in his life. He deserves to be with someone who loves him for who he is, not despite who he is, and that kind of love is not real love to begin with. People are like "oh, but she saved him!" Yeah, she was the reason he was in danger in the first place, though. "Oh, but she put up with his anger and jealousy!" He was angry and jealous because she wouldn't listen when he tried to tell her that he was hurting. "But she isn't his therapist!" Literally shut up. I've said it before and I will say it again, I don't think I've ever seen a fictional relationship be accidentally written like an abusive relationship the way this one is, and it's even worse given that Zuko already has a history of abuse.

And yeah, I agree I think people try to make this argument to counteract Zutara, because Zutara is so much about change. Zuko had to change to have a friendship with Katara, so to counteract people try to make Mai a more appealing partner because she "accepted" him even when he was a mess. But the thing is, as I outlined above, not only is this not true, because Mai isn't particularly accepting. But the other thing is that changing, becoming a better person for someone else, is a good thing. Not being fixed by a relationship, but being willing to become better for the person you love. Katara may not have loved Zuko when he was a villain, but she believed he could change, and that actually is unconditional love, the right kind of unconditional love, the kind of unconditional love that makes people better and doesn't come with obligations. Mai loving Zuko when he's a confused mess isn't all that impressive since his abusive father and sister also "loved" him when he was enough of a mess to be kept under their thumb. This is abuser logic. And it's even more transparent because the second Zuko stands up for himself and takes steps to become a better, happier version of himself, Mai can't stand it and refuses to listen to his reasons, and then continues to act like he'll just shut up and put up if she tells him to.

This sounds harsh but a lot of it isn't directed at Mai necessarily, who is a fictional character who suffers from being underwritten and used by writers with an agenda. But the people who make these arguments that don't seem to realize how much they reek of abuse apologism, about a character whose narrative is so much about overcoming abuse? They can absolutely shut up.

Zuko doesn't owe Mai - or anyone - anything no matter how much she loved him or for how long.

I'd also question whether she made him "happier than we've ever seen him." Half those screenshots don't even show Zuko happy. Another one is when Zuko is commiserating with Mai over "hating the world." The last one is when Zuko is surprised that Mai doesn't hate him. So much for unconditional love.

#antimaiko

[octoberobserver]

Those Days In Between - Sneak Peek 3

Continued from the Reddie-fucked-during-the-27-years-and-forgot-then-remembered snippet from here & here

“So we…lost our virginity to each other then?”

“Seems like it, Eduardo.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“That sorta…changes things.”

Richie caught his eye.

“It does?”

“...Doesn’t it?”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock seemed to be getting louder somehow.

“You want a drink?”

“What?”

Richie shrugged, breaking eye contact and gesturing to the half-empty bottle of bourbon on his coffee table. A ‘gift’ from Steve that read a lot like a bribe for him to go on James Cordon and explain his shock exit on stage and subsequent absence from the public eye.

There was not enough bourbon or top-shelf whiskey in the world to make him go anywhere near that vapid asshole.

But it was cute of Steve to think one bottle of 12-year-old Van Winkle would do it.

“I uh…I remember us drinking straight bourbon once or twice over the years,” he murmured as he crossed the room to get some of the fancy glasses out of the pristine, mostly empty liquor cabinet.

'Bout the only straight thing we did do.

“And I don’t know about you, Eds,” he coughed lightly, his face on fire, “but I feel like I need a drink for this conversation.”

Eddie merely hummed his response. Richie could feel his eyes trailing from one side of the room to the other and fought the shake it brought to his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in New York, Rich?”

“What?”

“Bev told me you’ve been in New York for the last three weeks. That you had coffee with her when she was in town last Wednesday.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I live here, and you didn’t say a word. Why?”

“I dunno, man! Maybe it’s ‘cause I was worried that you’d burst in unannounced and say, ‘hey, we fucked like rabbits then forgot multiple times,’ and I’d have to deal with that Twilight Zone bullshit?”

Eddie’s face was pinched.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me since Derry?”

“I haven’t been avoid—”

“I called you four times over the last three months, and they went to voicemail every time.”

“Who calls these days, dude? I text you back—”

“You sent me some stupid Spongebob meme. That does not constitute ‘texting back.’”

“Eds—”

“I knew it,” Eddie shook his head, hands karate-chopping through the air. “It’s weird. You're weird. <i>We’re </i>weird. We’re not gonna be able to get past this, are we?”

Richie felt himself deflate, his entire body crumpling in on itself as a rush of images, rife with those days in between…those days in the twenty-plus years where they were forced apart by an evil, supernatural entity yet still managed to find one another. Someway, somehow.

He let out a long, deep breath and spoke to his glass.

“We don’t need to get past it, Eddie. It’s…it’s part of us, I think. Part of our history. And yeah, it’s a little weird that we forgot that we had sex a bunch’a times in the ‘90s and early ‘00s, but it’s not gonna break us, man. Not if we don’t let it.”

*************

idk if people are still interested in this but I've been finishing up Helpin' Hand and it has just been sitting unfinished in my google docs so I'd thought I'd share more @fandoms-are-gonna-kill-me @gravitykeith @allaboutthedrama @4nemo1egend

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2019 #it stephen king #it chapter two #my fanfiction #sneak peek

[knickynoo]

hello!! so i'm a little confused about something: it's established that doc and marty met around, what, 1982? if marty was 14 at the time like i tought.. but would their meeting be changed in any way after the events of the first movie where he met 1955 doc?? would they meet 30ish years later but already know eachother? and would the way they met change at all?

i considered this being a weird timeline thing and i remembered i read a fic once where marty gains memories from the lone pine timeline once he gets there and now i'm wondering if he has different memories of doc (including how they met). does he even know doc in that timeline (or is supposed to know him?)?? probably a stupid question but i don't know, i'm lost. help me out (if you want to)

sorry if this is a long ask i just don't know what's going on (ever) and time travel is especially confusing

love your posts btw <3

Hey there!

So, generally, I think we're supposed to assume that they ended up meeting in the same way in both timelines (or at least very similar ways). After the events that week in 1955, Doc would have likely been very careful once the time rolled around for Marty to be born and those years he was growing up. I'm sure as curious and eager as he was, he would've been mindful of doing anything that might skew the circumstances their original meeting occurred in.

Which makes me wonder if 1955 Doc asked Marty how they met at some point. I know he was very adamant that he not know about the future, but this detail might've been one he made an exception for. After all, how could he make sure everything was on course if he had no idea what to look out for?

But, yeah, officially, it did happen in the same way, with Marty breaking into the garage due to pressure from Needles. In the IDW comics, Doc tells the story of how he and Marty met to Jules and Verne, which solidifies it as their Lone Pine Meeting Story. And Doc includes the same story in a journal entry of the DeLorean Manual. Perhaps there were tiny little details that were different between the two timelines, but overall, it was the same. The big main difference was that Lone Pine Doc would already have spent the previous nearly 30 years anticipating their meeting and then having to keep his mouth shut about already knowing Marty until AFTER the time traveling happened. I'm sure that was an interesting conversation to have at some point.

As for Marty's memories, one of the comics "Who is Marty McFly" deals with Marty's struggles adjusting to a timeline where his memories don't match. If I remember correctly, the comic picks up several months after his return to 1985, and he still doesn't really remember anything from the "new" timeline. I honestly can't recall if the comic implies he's going to gain any memories or if that's just a fandom headcanon thing, but he spends a lot of time staring at photos and home videos trying to find things he can remember. He talks to George about it a bit (leaving it vague and not mentioning time travel) and George tries to help by giving advice and even taking Marty to speak to their parish priest because he can tell Marty is struggling with something.

Also! The DeLorean Manual does have an interesting section in which Doc mentions that he gains both sets of memories. Basically, when Lone Pine Doc sits up in the parking lot (after being shot) he says he was flooded with memories of his life from the Twin Pines Timeline. Does this mean Marty eventually gains memories as well? I don't know, and honestly, it leaves me with several questions. Why did Doc gain his instantly while post-trilogy Marty has none months later? Is it because Twin Pines Doc was murdered, so he gets the memories from his counterpart? This Doc hasn't even time traveled yet! Why does he get the memories, and what does this mean for other people like George, Lorraine, Biff, etc? There's...a lot to think about here.

Anyway, I've rambled long enough. Thanks for the ask!

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #asks

[nomnomnomvore]

Scream (And huff)

So I've finally given in and wrote crimes against nature (and Miguel's ass). All thanks to those Ghostface pics.

I would like to apologize to the ATSV fandom and wish y'all a happy Halloween. Stay safe and I hope you enjoy this mess.

(WARNING: Fart stuff ahead. If you're into it, feel free to keep reading. If not, stay away.)

You let out a small groan as you started to return back to yourself, trying to recall the events that happened before you lost consciousness. You were getting ready for a Halloween movie marathon before you got a call from a stranger asking you odd things: Your name, if you were alone, if you had a boyfriend. Again, weird, but as the call continued, you swore you heard the sound of a small, bubbly explosion before a toxic, putrid smell filled your nose.

And that’s when you passed out, only to find yourself here laying on the couch, with your view becoming clearer as the seconds passed slowly. However, that didn’t explain why you suddenly felt something heavy on your chest.

“I see you’re finally awake.”

You could hear Miguel’s serious yet oddly teasing voice flowing into your ears as your eyes widened at the sudden sight of his ass close to your face. Sure, it was mostly covered in dark clothing due to the black cloak he was wearing, but even that wasn’t doing a good job at hiding how large his behind truly was.

And neither how bad it stank due to his musk. You were sure that, if your view was clearer, you could’ve seen the stench fuming out of his asscrack.

“I was a bit worried that tiny sample of my gas I gave you earlier would’ve been too much for that weak nose of yours, but then again, I wouldn’t be here to begin with if that was the case.” Miguel snarked, making you gulp loudly at his words. The smell of his ass seemed to become more sickening now that you knew it wasn’t pure musk. The sudden groans and gurgles coming from the man’s stomach only made your terror rise up. It sounded like a demon growling from the depths of Hell.

GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNN!!

And through all the noise, and your mind still stuck in a foggy daze, you could see a mischievous red glint in Miguel’s eyes as he wiggled his fat butt a bit.

“Even with all the signs I’ve left around this place like the rooms smelling awful, and your bathroom being a bit…Well, messier than usual, you must still be confused, right?” He chuckled softly. “Whether the case is, I think you already figured out what’s going to happen.”

bbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTttttfffFFfFffRrRrRRrRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

You could feel your hair being blown back as if you were using the world’s hottest, loudest and stinkiest hair dryer as Miguel released a strong, bassy and rumbling fart towards you. In less than a second, you felt your eyes and nose being fried thanks to the stench of rotten meat and unfiltered sewer as you gagged in disgust and fear, trying to break yourself free and escape. Once that fart came to an end after a few seconds, Miguel sighed softly as he fanned the smell of his gas towards you.

“Mm, hope you enjoyed that one. Oh what’s that? You’re trying to escape?” He said calmly as he watched you squirm like a worm before you took notice that your wrists were tied against each other with the phone cord you had in your hands a while ago before your nose was suddenly assaulted by Miguel’s foul gas filling your room, causing you to fall unconscious. You panted heavily as you looked up at his bright, crimson eyes. “Yeah, good luck trying to break yourself free. I made sure to tie that phone cord around your hands tight enough so that you won’t try anything funny. But hey, on the bright side, that means you’ll get to huff up more of what I have in store for you~”

bbbbBBbbBbbBbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

VVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRPPPPPPPPSSSTTTRRRRRPPPPpppppp…ppppppfffFFFRTRTTRTRRRRT!!

This time, Miguel let out two farts that, while were somewhat shorter, did not shy away from the smell at all. In fact, they seemed to stink even worse, having a foul stench of rotten eggs that made your eyes water as you coughed without control. Even with the toxic green fog filling your view, you could see Miguel’s cloak lifting up with each explosive stinker he let out, giving you a pleasant view of his plumpy behind. To be frank, the weight of his ass alone was probably enough to leave you immobilized under him.

“Ahhh…Ay dios, do you have any idea how tough it is to hold all of these farts in? Almost makes me feel like a balloon about to pop.” He sighed deeply while patting his tummy, inching his ass closer to your face to the point your nose was wedged perfectly between his buttcheeks. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, still in denial at how bad the smell was now that it was up close and personal. The spot between his cheeks felt so gross and swampy. “Good thing I called you tonight. I would’ve filled the whole neighborhood with my farts if I didn’t found you, so you better sniff it all up~”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

Now that Miguel was literally using your face as a makeshift cushion, and your hands were completely tied up, you were entirely helpless as he kept torturing you with his noxious gas. It didn’t matter the sound or length of it, none of his farts were pleasant as they overwhelmed each one of your senses. You could taste the nasty flavor of rotten spicy food in your tongue, your eyes were steaming thanks to the intense heat and your nose felt runny as it was in pure agony with each rumbly toot Miguel let out. His ass even seemed to vibrate each time he let loose.

fffffFFFFFBBRRrrrbbBBPPLLBBPPPTTTT!

BBLLRRRRRRRRRfffrrrbbbBBBBBBFFFFPPTTTT!

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPpppppllllLLLLLLRRRRRRRNNNBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!

“Nnn…Ugh, fuchi. You need to do a better job back there, it stinks~” Miguel taunted as he rubbed his ass all over your face, making sure his stench would never leave you and your nose. A frown appeared on his face as he saw you try to pull yourself away before he used a hand to push you deeper into his crack despite your whines that were drowned by the sounds of his noisy belly.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

vvvvvvvvbbbbbbrrrrrrrrfffrrrrrrrrlllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

…And his swampy, juicy farts.

“Mmmnn, oof, that one felt a bit wet at the end…Really hope I didn’t stain anything.” He moaned as he playfully stuck out his tongue, teasingly fanning a hand in front of his face even if the stench of his disgusting gas was barely affecting him. “Hm, I think I heard you asking for more, didn’t you?”

Your eyes suddenly widened as you tried to shake your head. Your protests only muffled since your face was still wedged between the man’s killer asscheeks. Chuckling softly, Miguel simply lifted the back of his coat and placed your head under it before pushing you back into his crack, and with a loud grunt…

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He unleashed the nastiest fart of the evening. The stench completely shutting you down as you were reduced from panicked pleas to low whines and tired moans. You could feel Miguel’s asscheeks clapping against your face, like you were being hit repeatedly by a pair of stinky pillows that were stuffed to the brim with skunk fur. The smell of this fart was akin to a whole dumpster filled to the brim with used diapers and roadkill being set on fire, and then the charred remains were thrown away into a filthy sewer full of rancid waste. Even then, however, it was a miracle how that fart wasn’t enough to kill you. Sure, your nose was experiencing what was probably the closest thing Hell would smell like, but at least you didn’t go deaf by the sounds or became a goopy puddle due to the stench and intense heat.

Regardless if you were still kicking or not, by the time the 15 seconds of Miguel’s fart bomb  finally came to an end, you were completely numb and motionless. Your eyes were red and on the brink of shutting down, your hair was a total mess, and your face was covered in sweat; having an odd mix of color between green and red. Green because you were absolutely nauseous by the ungodly stench of Miguel’s nasty musk and yucky farts, and red because…

Because…You prefer to not think about it. Less so in your current situation.

Much to your relief, however, Miguel lifted up his cloak; finally freeing you from the hellish dutch oven he created.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Although, that didn’t stop him from releasing another eggy stench bomb all over you. Your eyes rolled back into your head before Miguel finally got off from your body. Despite the fact you were an inch from falling unconscious, you couldn’t take your sight away from his large, jiggly ass. His black robes were still doing a bit of a poor job in hiding his cheeks as he took a whiff of the putrid stench filling the air, only for him to cough as he waved a hand in front of his nose.

“Dios, que hedor. I think something I ate definitely didn’t sit well with me, because I'm sure I broke a record with that.” Miguel chuckled. “But sadly, that’s all I had in me. Too bad, really. I was starting to have fun…Oh well, guess that means your nose will be spared for tonight, but you can’t fool me. I can tell you loved this~”

You were too exhausted to respond to Miguel's cheeky comment as you watched him stretch a bit, getting ready to finally leave you be. He even untied your wrists, figuring that since you were in such a weak state, you wouldn’t even attempt to fight him. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the fact this seemed to come to an end.

guuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLlllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….!!

“Gh!!”

But then, your eyes widened in pure horror as you watched Miguel clutching his stomach, which was gurgling and rumbling ominously like an active volcano ready to explode. 

“On second thought, it seems I still have one more left in here. Make sure to enjoy it. I know I will~” Miguel said with a smirk before bending over slightly to show off more of his plumpy ass. The sounds of his belly blurbing were deafening as he grunted while clenching his fists. “HhHNGH!”

FFFFFFFFFFBBBBBLloOooOoooooOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUuuUuUuUuUuuummMMMMMbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBbpLpRRrRbbBlLLlrrrPBBpLbPPPpPPpprrrrrRRRRRLbBpBOOOORRRRRMRMBRRPLIOOOOOORBRRPLRRRRRPPPPPTTTT…BBBRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

You didn’t even have time to let out a sound before you were blasted by that massive nuke of a fart that shook the entire foundations of the house and even knocked down a few stuff from the furniture. The paint from the walls even started to peel off due to the ungodly stench that your brain couldn’t comprehend, because no words in the human vocabulary would be enough to describe the hellish miasma Miguel was releasing, making one last dent to your already feeble sense of smell while he stuck out his tongue in a teasing way; clearly enjoying the sensation of relief that fart was giving him.

After only 30 seconds, which for you felt like hours, the gas finally stopped flowing out from his backside as you started to lose consciousness while lying limp on the couch. The whole room was filled to the brim with a noxious, brown, rancid fog that wouldn’t look too out of place in a horror movie, and as you watched Miguel put on his white, screaming mask and leave the scene (alongside his nasty, fat butt), you could hear him say some last words before you passed out.

“Feliz Halloween~ See you next year~”

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRTTT!

“Ahhh~”

#Fun fact: This whole thing made me watch Scream for the first time ever #this is so self indulgent I apologize #miguel tag #miguel o'hara #spiderman #across the spiderverse #atsv #farting #eproctophilia #my writing

[anti-endo-haven]

We know your on break for a bit ans feel free to delete this we just have to get it off our head

Cw: fake claiming, doubting sys validity, r/syscringe mention, religion mention, religious trauma mention

We occasionally go scrolling through r/syscringe. Not because we agree, we whole heartedly HATE it. But sometimes for shits ans giggles, you know?

We were clicking through the pictures on a post and number 3. A number we already have a fuck ton of trauma with due to events and things happening with that number.

A post from our main. We were making a joke because lately, our boyfriend's been asking what fandoms we know. And we've been busy and been blurry so not everyone knows names. Hell I suck on names. So we'd describe shit weird. The movie Wonka?

We called it the candy fucker. He was like wtf? A reasonable response. So, who we're 95% sure now was like Le, went "hey he could've been!" So our bf, worried a bit, asked who was fronting. So, I quoted it and posted it.

We were being laughed ar especially because well, no real system would do that. This part was a little funny, they said that came from a blog like plural culture is or trauma holder culture is. No it's our personal kinda shit posty.

I've been doubting how valid we are. We've got some who think they were split because of religious trauma and our grandfather scaring the life into us through the Bible. And I know it's bad but I kinda doubt them because it wasn't as bad as others.

I've been doubting because it's like I'm perma frontstuck. I'm never not fronting. The rare times I do is when I have a blackout because, as Le explained, for some reason I'm not really ready to remember what inside is like. I know the basis but not details. This didn't help any

We hallucinate already, at least I do. It's usually Lu, Le, or Al who have to tell me I'm seeing things that aren't real. What if I'm hallucinating us being a system? What if we are but I'm not sure on things?

I'm sorry for venting Shining, really. Feel free to delete this we just had to get it off our chest

🌌🕷

Not deleting it, you’re here and I hear you. I see you. You’re valid in your experiences.

r/systemscringe does not give anyone a right to tell you how you can or can’t act when the majority of them don’t even believe in the disorder. Systems can act in a variety of ways and you posting a funny moment from your own doesn’t make you any less real.

The thing with your religious trauma, it is and was bad enough. Don’t compare it and say that it wasn’t bad enough when it was and is.

I know that I can’t diagnose you, but you are still valid and are a system. If you’d want, I can send a PDF for the DSM-5-TR and you can scroll through that for the dissociative disorders as a means of reminding yourself of what’s there.

It was bad enough. You aren’t any less of a system. You are valid. You’re not fake.

Don’t let a subreddit try and make you think that you’re not. It’s extremely hard not to let it get to you, but avoid the subreddit for as long as you can. I know it might be compelling to look there, but it has already caused you harm.

Take care of yourself. You’re important. I don’t believe you’re faking. If the denial is bad, try and do some things to help ground yourself and see if you can make a list of what happens to further help you know that you are not faking.

Even as someone who has hallucinations (and a lot of them), we have it to where we try and say when something is an auditory hallucination or not. It doesn’t feel like something we say. The crying and screaming and any whispered voices don’t sound like they’re coming from any alters or from us/the body at all, it feels detached in a way that isn’t dissociation detachment. I know it can be different and/or hard for others to do that.

It’ll be okay. Put yourself first and make sure to take care of yourself. I’m sorry that everything has hit you suddenly. I’m here for you. 🫂 /wc

#🌌🕷️ #anti endo #endos dni #did system #system #actually did #osddid #traumagenic system #did plural #endos not for you #actually traumagenic #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality #tw religious trauma #tw religion mention #tw fakeclaiming mention #tw fakeclaiming #tw denial #tw doubting system validity #tw doubting sys validity #tw r/systemscringe #tw r/systemscringe mention #anti-endo-haven-vent #anti-endo-haven-vents

[bri-does-art]

i know this probably won’t do much, let alone anything at all, but i’m sorry for the stress this site has caused you and so many other creators here. i’m not asking for you to stick around on here, but i hope you know just how meaningful you and your art have been on here. you’re amazing. /pos

Hey, this ask has done a lot more than you would think. Thank you, you are very sweet. <3

I've kind of made up my mind about what I'm gonna do for a while now, but I've simply been... too busy and overwhelmed to take the time to let you guys know. I'm not going to delete my tumblr, there's just. Too much here that I don't want to lose.

So far the game plan is: keep my tumblr. But do not upload anymore art or writing on it - not because it's gonna get scraped, because it was already getting scraped anyway, AI company deal or not. It's pretty much unavoidable at this point, unfortunately. I simply do not trust Tumblr with my data, if they're going to sell EVERYTHING, including private messages and such, so I'm not going to give it anything worthwhile to profit off of. Instead, I'm going to start uploading my art exclusively on Ao3, for now. I'll answer any asks I receive here on there too, as well. I'll figure some kind of system out. 🤔

The cool thing about uploading to Ao3 is that anyone subscribed to my profile or to the containment series I will make will get a notification anytime I upload something new. Having my art and writing in one place is likely going to be more convenient for you guys too, since you won't have to move across platforms to get the full experience. 😄It'll be different... but a platform getting too greedy for its own good won't stop me from finding ways to share my stories with y'all. I'll just find another solution.

(I've also been entertaining the idea of joining or making my own Discord server but. That one is a little more delicate. The idea of joining a server that has hundreds of members like a lot of this fandom's servers have, just. Makes me break into hives, lmao. (I am in the Ghost in the Machine fic server. I muted it an hour into joining, it was way too intense for me. |'D) That is way too many people, I simply cannot handle it. I'd be way more comfortable in a smaller group with a less rapid-fire rate of posting and conversation. I am also. Very picky about which servers I join, which makes asking for recommendations doubly awkward when I shoot them all down, haha... And making my own... Err, I can hardly keep up with a server I helped create for another fandom and mod for, I don't think I could handle two of them - I would need other people to handle the moderation for me, and I wouldn't trust just anyone to be a mod. I'd need to know them well enough to know I could trust them, and I... do not really know anyone in this fandom well enough to do that, sadly. I take server moderation very seriously, as someone who has had experience modding for forums back before social media was a thing. I do not know if that would make for a fun experience for everyone, and anyone who hasn't known that kind of supervised experience. It is comforting to me. It may be intimidating for others. So that's still a very hand-wavy, 'eehhhh' kind of thing still.)

All of this to say, that this isn't the last you'll see from me, far from it. I'll restrict my creative output to Ao3 for the foreseeable future, and I'll let you guys on here know when I make a new upload, so those of you who do not have an Ao3 account know when something new has happened.

So there you have it. 😊

#also just so y'all know #i AM working on the next CotA chapter #i am. about 40% done. #i needed to take a breather after that massive last upload and then life just. fucking tackled me lmao. #in order: my folks put up the house for sale. i have spent half of my weekends having to evacuate the house at a moment's notice. #so prospective buyers could visit. not very good conditions to write in. too stressful. #then i caught fucking covid for the very first time and had a BAD TIME. it took me weeks to recover. couldn't climb stairs for a while. #i think i still have episodes of brain fog 5 months later because of it. my body was really weird for a while after. #(writing is still a little hard after that. but i think i am slowly overcoming it. hopefully it doesn't show too much in the new chapter.) #random unexplained symptoms and more i will not share. then the holiday season came and went. #then we finally got serious buyers after months of having no-shows yank our chains and expulse us from our home for nothing. #the house is sold. then came the cleaning out and packing. we are nearly done and i am finally coming up to the surface to breathe a little #we are moving in a month's time so i might be a while before i feel stable enough to start posting a little more regularly once more. #so this year i may have to give mermay a pass. to my ENORMOUS chagrin. it's just not in the cards for me this year. ;___;) #but we are getting there. we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. and i am confident enough to say it's not a train.

[unknownkona]

absolutely tweaking rn, so rant incoming about the horror fandom, specifically tcm lol. mostly writing this because of a post i've seen today and some recent events

content warning for triggering topics and the discussion of antis and proshippers

both antis and proshippers are two sides of the same coin, and both are driving me up the walls. antis don't know how to defend their cause and proshippers are gross. my god, when i hear the argument of "you're fine with murder but draw the line at x?" holy shit dude. and usually x are those taboo, problematic topics but the ones i'll be focusing more on are incest and necrophilia.

breaking down that argument, last time i checked, no one actually thinks murder is okay. where's the horror in horror if violence is portrayed as a good thing. it's more tolerated than incest or whatever, why? because murder can have a reason— necrophilia, sexual assault, incest, etc, cannot. do any of those reasons make it okay? absolutely not, but there's the possibility of an explanation. in the case of texas chainsaw massacre, they're doing it to survive. maybe not johnny (which is someone i'll come back to later), but they're planning to eat their victims. they could've turned to a less drastic option, yeah, but hey it's fiction. whatever's necessary for an interesting plot.

speaking of fiction, the argument of "it's fiction not reality" also sucks in its own right. fiction usually has elements we take from reality, most things we make are based off of reality somehow. again, we have the antis that harass people that enjoy villains being villains and we have proshippers that actively romanticize incest, pedophilia and shit. gotta tap the sign that says "people that enjoy villains and evil characters do not condone their actions" for antis and the sign that says "whatever you support in fiction is a reflection of who you are as a person, a person based in reality" for proshippers. besides, do any proshippers have siblings? i really hope they don't as someone who has a brother lol

and it's not that you shouldn't write anything with problematic topics, it's all about the delivery and intent. write toxic relationships, but don't act like it's a healthy couple. the post i've seen that prompted me to write this bullshit down mostly had the coffin of andy and leyley context to it and well— it's clearly written to be fucked up. does it make it good writing? depends, to me it comes off as incest written solely for the edgy shock value as of now but who knows. want a good example of problematic topics written well? go look at lolita by vladimir nabokov or something

anyway back to johnny, i've seen him being called a rapist, a necrophile, even being shipped with sissy. leave the bastard alone LMFAO. i can't deny that johnny being a rapist doesn't seem like a farfetched assumption, but at the same time, what the hell happened to boundaries? i don't care if people are into it, it's a problem when it's tossed around like canon lore and shoved into people's faces instead of treated as a private nsfw headcanon. surprise, people can enjoy horror without having their boundaries ignored just because they like horror.

getting a little petty here, but the whole necrophile drama really grinds my gears because a) it doesn't really make sense to johnny's character and b) it started because someone got the definition of necrophilia wrong. johnny's a narcissistic asshole that kills for fun— there is no power in sexually assaulting a corpse. the fun's over when a victim is no longer able to cower in fear and give any pain response. being turned on by killing people isn't necrophilia, hope this helps. even searched up on the classifications of necrophilia (insane how there's classification for that) for how they described johnny being a necrophile, and none of them fit

anyway that's basically everything, we'll see if i get pissed off enough again to rant about new dumb arguments

#tldr stop being weird #god forbid this hits the wrong audience #i've been wanting to write something like this for a while though #so uh it is what it is i guess #media literacy is dying #rant #tcm #tcsm game #tcm game #tcsm #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #horror #slashers

[dannystheone]

hey guys I'm so sorry to do this to you all, this was a big decision for me and I figure I be honest with you guys

I'm going to be going on deployment from october 2023 til about june or july next year if we get extended, and to be completely honest I've lost all energy or motivation to write stories and come up with ideas

I've deleted hours of writing and revising and cleaned out my inbox which was filled with wonderful suggestions and creative ideas for stories because of this

I feel like I'm letting you all down because I promised content and I promised myself I would finish all of the stories I had left before I left on deployment, but when I thought about having to sit down and actually write all of those stories, it just exhausted me more than it excited me

for those of you who were kind enough to leave suggestions in my inbox and want me to create those stories, thank you so much for having me be someone you wanted content from. I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but creating just isn't something I can do right now, and it sucks because the idea of writing sounds so appealing to me on most days, but when I actually have to sit down and write, it sounds like a chore more than a pastime

Hopefully, I can come back to writing and feel refreshed and ready, maybe enter a few new fandoms for fresh content and new ideas. And I'll still be active from time to time during deployment (hopefully with some irl t stories lel)

Trust me, I still have SO much love for this community, both tickling, writing and south park. I think I just overworked myself with too much on my plate and I need to step back and gather myself. And trust me, when the inspiration strikes, I will be writing FURIOUSLY!! I had so many excellent ideas in my inbox and in my drafts that I had to delete just cause I couldn't do it anymore.

But I will possibly return to them because they are still fresh in my mind! Toolshed WILL interrogate Human Kite, I promise! I had to delete that too right before the tickling started in my drafts :/

Thank you all so much for your love and your understanding. You really are the best community anyone could ever ask for. I'm going to take a little break (This is a BREAK not a goodbye letter lol) and hopefully I come back refreshed and ready to make content for you guys again because you DESERVE IT!!

love you guys stay tickly

#danny talks

[fandomscompilation]

The story of two broken souls (Kaz Brekker x Reader) Part 13

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: eventual Kaz Brekker x Reader

Warnings: talks about menagerie, guns, knives, threats, talks about murder, mentions of a dark past

A/N: Welcome, welcome! Here's another part that I had prepared. I'm starting on the next chapters, but I need to get Netflix cause I can't have it at my bf and mine. So there's that 👍🏻 But enjoy this one and let me know what you think!

Taglist: @d34drapunzel @coldheartedmar @igakc

Gif is not mine!

Kaz dragged me out with him to find Jesper on the streets of Ketterdam. We found him fairly quickly, but I noticed him looking around for something, or someone.

"Jesper, new job!" Kaz shouted nearing our friend. "Come along."

I watched Jesper smile to himself before he jogged behind us. We went throught the back streets while he got distracted with everything every few minutes.

"I mean it. We need a demo man." Jesper said after walking beside a stall with some explosives.

"You're still on that?" Kaz shook his head not stopping.

"Yeah, I babysit enough with you. Not to mention a guy with a knack for blowing things up." I grunted while another woman tried to show me some jewelry, probably fake either way.

"I just brought it up tonight." He argued looking around at people.

"Jesper, you ask for an explosives expert on every job." Kaz points out and I nod along. He even talks about it after getting few drinks.

"Because I don't want to be the one you point to and say, "Explode something for us." That is not a Jesper talent. I shoot things with style. And I look good." He says pointing at Kaz making me huff.

"And a big ego." I tease making Jesper wink at me.

"Alina Starkov will be kept at the Little Palace. Entering that building requires us to be quiet." Kaz explained to Jesper while I looked to the building ahead of us. "Blowing something up, we've likely failed."

"Then we should take Inej." Jesper said like it was second nature. "She's a good investment. More quiet than I'll ever be. She can't stay here, you know that." Jesper caught Kaz's elbow stopping him. He glared at the hand like it burned him and Jesper pulled himself away. "Whoa. Hang on, aren't we on Pekka's turf now?"

"I go to Heleen now and ask for her buyout, she know I need Inej and sets a price I can't pay." Kaz explains quickly and Jesper frowns.

"That's evil. Well, how do you know that?" He asks looking to Kaz confused.

"It's what I would do." I shake my head knowing he probably did it. "Besides, Inej refuses to kill. Would you trust her in a matter of life and death?"

"Well, I've trusted her so far and I'm still alive, so, yeah." He says while I voice my agreement too. Inej might have her own rules, but I didn't doubt her for one second. "Now, you want to tell me why we're scoping out a rival club?"

"To have a talk with an old business partner." Kaz said looking to the building with displeasure.

"The bouncer will know you on sight." Jesper said making Brekker look back to him.

"That's why I brought you. Make sure they don't see me." He said before walking away from us. We looked to each other before sighting tiredly.

We walked up to the doors and Jesper shoot at the boot sign on the wall. In a second all of them ran down the stairs and pointed their guns at us. Jesper raised his one arm up, while the other was draped around my waist. I hugged myself close to his chest in an act of fear, but also to make sure his chest was hidden by my face.

"You heard that, too?" Jesper asked pointing to the side.

"Was that you?" The bouncer asked with the guns still pointed at us.

"No, I'm, uh... I'm bouncing for the Clipper. And had a small break to see my lady." He squizzed my waist while Kaz was sneaking behind the man.

"Haven't seen you before? Where's Tombar?" The man asked but they guns were lowered now, making me straighten up lightly. They started to turn around while Kaz was still in the doorway, his eyes set on us for a moment.

"Hey, hey. Was that sign damaged before?" Jesper asked and when they looked up he shot the sign. I covered again hiding his chest. "Saints. Where was that?" He asked with his arm still raised. They looked at each other confused before one of them told us to stay put. The other one started to walk around the street looking for anything out of the ordinary.

When I finally noticed Kaz safely walk out I whimpered hugging Jesper tightly.

"Can we go now please?" I all but whined and the men huffed letting us go.

We hurried to catch up with Kaz, who looked like he was on a mission.

"What did you learn?" I asked falling in step with him.

"I've got an address. Go ahead and make sure nothing happens." He said giving me a piece of paper and I hurried to the rooftops.

I ran along the tiles and kept an eye out for Kaz and Jesper. I circled the whole building noticing everything was locked. I jumped down in front of the doors where they stopped.

"It's locked." Kaz sighted crouching down to pick the lock. "Keep a lookout." Jesper nodded while I walked in before Kaz.

"Better stay behind me." Kaz said trying to sidestep me, but I blocked his way.

"Do not forget who I am, Brekker." I send him a glare and we followed the noise. When we neared the doorway I recognized Inej's voice.

"Ask the Saints for me." She said when we finally stepped into the room. I noticed the man and Kaz was the first one to react.

"Don't!" He shouted making Inej throw her dagger at us and I redirected it with my own blades. It flew past us to emb itself into the doorway next to Kaz's head. "He's our way to Alina Starkov." He said still quiet shaken from the attack while I stepped up to the pair.

"Him?" Inej asked with her knife still on his throat. I placed my hand over hers.

"Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission." His words made Inej frown in confusion and she shook her head.

"She and I made a deal." Her hand began trembling and I pulled it back lightly.

"It isn't worth more than what we get with him alive." Brekker stepped closer trying to stop her too.

"You choose him over my freedom?" She asks turning to face him while I make sure her hand doesn't slip with the turmoil of emotion she felt right now.

"You assume it's one or the other." He says and Inej stills for a moment before stepping back. "Conductor. I have a job for you." Kaz stands over him and I groan getting the man into a sitting position.

After Kaz's talk with the Conductor we all made our way back to the Slat where he immediately went to his office and the three of us stayed downstairs. Inej was obviously still a bit shaken about almost killing the man, while Jesper kept on glancing at both of us.

"You asked Jesper to do it. Before we got to him." I stated leaning back in my chair and they both looked at me. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because I knew you would do it without question." Inej admitted looking down at the table. I sighted reaching for her hand.

"I'd kill more than just one man if it meant your conscience was untouched Inej." I said in a soft voice making her smile lightly.

"I know. And I think that was the reason why I didn't come to you." She admitted and I could see her pain.

"It's in the past now. You didn't do it." I squizzed her hand before letting her go.

"What if I wanted to?" Inej asked looking to both Jesper and me.

"We're human, Inej. We're the worst type of predators. And sometimes that animalistic part wins." I shrugged looking at the few Dregs laughing around.

When Kaz finally walked down we were informed to pack lightly and head for Novokribirsk. I was the only one that went to my room and didn't come out in seconds. But I still wasn't a Crow, I still didn't want to cross the Fold.

"Why are you not packed?" Kaz all but barked getting into my room without knocking. Minutes after they were supposed to leave.

"Because I'm not going." I huffed turning to face him.

"You're on this job as much as the others." He said stepping closer with an air of authority.

"I don't remember when I agreed to this." I snapped back and took a step closer too. He looked down at me with a clenched jaw, but I wasn't giving up that easily.

"You're either going to pack or I'll drag you out." He threatened making me laugh. I shook my head in irritation.

"I came here on a job, yes. But not this one. I didn't sign up to cross the Fold again or to go back to that Saints forsaken place!" I shouted letting my anger speak. It took only a second for my words to register in my brain. I straightened up while Brekker watched me carefully.

"You've crossed the Fold?" His eyes squinted dangerously.

"Who do you think brought that woman into your Club, huh? Who do you think gave you a way through that pitch black hole?" I asked stepping away to lean my hands on the dresser. "I am not going back there, Kaz. Do not ask me."

"If you know the way around the Little Palace that means we need you more than ever." I could hear him step closer and I felt his presence hover behind me. He was close, but it felt like he was already on the other side of the Fold.

"You have no idea about my past. And going back means living through it again. I am not ready to do that." I shook my head to get rid of the memories that flooded my mind.

"You are not the same as you were. You survived Ketterdam, you balanced between gangs and you took lives. You became the Void Blade. And if you coming means bringing her back to life then so be it." Kaz said and I knew it took a lot to allow my other identity to come back to life. It would mess with our plan and bring attention to both me and Dirtyhands.

"Fine." I spat out grabbing few of my hiddens weapons that were only assimilated to the Blade. "But if it goes wrong.."

"It won't." He said keeping his gaze on me. "Now let's go."

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #kaz brekker series #the story of two broken souls #kaz dirtyhands brekker #requests are open

[g-xix]

I swear to god, if I ever see anyone praising or defending Danny KNOWING what he has done to his ex, i’m going to kill somebody. Like, how do you condone this sick behaviour?? I used to love Danny, especially in the among us videos, but after i read about his ex, he was done for me. And Tennesse knew about his girlfriend as well?? Like they knew he had a gf at home watching him on television WITH HIS PARENTS and thought “nah, don’t want that anymore” or what? They waited for him to break up with her to be together, so then it’s not the “typical” cheating scandal. Ughh i swear i could rant about this for hours, because his little stupid aß fanboy are rating his behaviour as well, omg. Well, you won’t see me supporting him anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honestly, I hate the fucking men that'll receive a little bit of praise, or a little bit of support for something oh so small or insignificant, and then use that teeny tiny morsel of gratification to inflate their ego by tenfold and use to justify some morally fucking AWFUL things.

Like, Danny had a glow up.

He lost weight and he started going gym, and people started acknowledging him and praising him for this glow up.

Bang, ego inflation occurs from that little bit of gratification - and then along comes Tennessee, showing that she likes him. This one clearly goes right to his head because it clearly supports the illusion that he's had a glow up and a half and that he's fucking hot. Tennessee confirms his mental gratification and serves as physical gratification to Danny that hey, he's attractive enough to be able to pull women like Tennessee who are undeniably also hot.

but ofc the ego inflation is always harmful, because it licenses said persons (in this case, Danny) to harm and disrespect certain people and assume that he'll get away with it (disrespecting his ex; he's gotten away with it)

And the way that he disrespected his ex if so fucking HORRENDOUS- goes in with a girlfriend who's loyal and supportive of him.

And I mean, so supportive to the fact that she's stated herself that she'd go 'round to his family house, sit with the fuckin PARENTS and watch the show Danny's gone onto... And after all that? Danny just sacks off even the idea of his gf, just to follow after Tennessee.

Arguably, Danny didn't actually show "signs" to Tennessee in the house, just being pushy-friendly, and his ex "overreacted". (not my opinion, but likely an argument that Danny's fanboys would use)

But it's just blatantly obvious that whatever Danny was doing with Ten in the house was because he had a crush on her, or because he was attracted to her, because at the end of the day, they're now dating... Like, clearly there was a scenario whereby Danny's been disloyal to his ex on the Locked In show, because in front of millions on this YouTube show, Danny's been all touchy-flirty with a woman whilst having a girlfriend, broken up with the girlfriend, and partnered up w Ten.

And you're so right - it's not clearly classified as "cheating", and that'll always make it such a hard situation to explain and prove that Danny's been disloyal as a bf, and I've said it before, but fuck it, it's coming again-

Olivia Rodrigo described it best:

Big questions from me which your post has just inspired, Cinderella:

-How does the rest of the UK YouTube scene react? - Sidemen n others seem to be oddly supportive of it, saying that "this man's rizz needs to be studied" n allat... Do they acc know what happened w his ex or are they just naively, boyishly supportive of Danny's "upgrade"

-What do his parents think of Ten? I wonder whether his parents are disappointed in Danny for cheating, especially considering two and two can be put together to determine that his ex n parents were close... And Tennessee certainly seems as though she's a bit more "head-in-the-clouds", less down to earth than his ex... Do they like n support Danny relationship w Ten, or are they a bit dubious too?

-When will the fandom begin turning in greater masses and calling Danny out. I think my posts + general logic n reasoning have inspired quite a few girl-fans of Danny especially to begin noticing and calling out his scumminess... Will the Danny fanboys EVER empathise w the ex!gf and start calling out Danny, too??

Very valid post from u, Cinderella, im in complete agreement tbh.

#WAFFLE!! #danny aarons #tennessee thresher #tennessee thresh #locked in #footasylum #sidemen #youtube #youtuber

[burnin0akleaves]

Hey! Sorry for popping in as anon, I'm genuinely not sure if some of the things I'm going to say are going to be nice, and I am a coward. But this is regarding you quitting to post in the RA fandom. If you consider my opinion on this as unwanted/unnecessary, do not feel obliged to reply. (Though I honestly think you never feel like that anyway)

I first saw your art when I joined the RA tag a while ago, and I thought to myself: 'Huh. Nice art, not my cup of tea though.' Since then, you have changed my mind. Your obsession with TRR Will and repeated posting about it not only has changed my thoughts on your art (I've really grown to like it) but also on the character of Will himself. I was on Reddit during that massive TRR Will hate phase and some of these posts had really tainted my view. You changed that and I am so grateful for that. Not seeing your art anymore will be sad, but I suppose my own lack of interaction is to blame for that. I made my bed so now I sleep in it. Your reaction to stop posting is justified and understandable, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss seeing your TRR Will on my dash.

Who knows what the RA movie (if it ever does come out) will do to this fandom, but I hope that new faces might get things swinging enough again for you to rejoin the fandom. Lastly, I have to say that for me, you've been a legend in this fandom, and will continue to be one, even if you focus on other things from now on.

Well hello there, this was unexpected. First of all thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write to me! The reception to that post has been overwhelmingly positive even though it hasn't been up for that long and it makes me feel very glad I finally pushed myself to write that official goodbye message.

I don't know who you are and I don't really have any guesses, your message implies you didn't interact with my posts a lot so maybe I saw you around only a few times (?), but you have no idea how much this means to me. Throughout most of my time in the fandom my main goal was always to change people's minds about TRR and more specifically, TRR Will. I've heard that I succeeded many times and honestly, that was one of the biggest reasons I could keep myself so pumped up about a book series I read all the way back when I was in middle school (<- an adult saying this)

Seeing people go from "Cool post, not my thing though." to "Well I can kind of see what you mean when you say it like that." to "I agree, this does sound pretty good!" was both my biggest source of pride and motivator here. Hearing you say I changed your mind just now has the same effect on me, it almost makes me want to rush to my computer to draw or write about Will.

Also, extremely bold of you to say you didn't like my art at first motherfucker /j

Speaking seriously though, my art style practically grew here. When I first joined the fandom I was NOT good; hell, I can't look past anything before July of last year still. Maybe it was just me improving artistically that helped you warm up to my stuff more. I really really hope the new artists have that kind of experience too! You get obsessed with a little guy and then your brain decides to level up as fast as possible. TRR Will is that little guy for me.

Your last words are so, so kind. The way you speak about me here in general is extremely kind. I'm glad I was able to leave a good impression. And you're right, maybe all I need is a break and when I come back this space will feel more fitting again.

Like I said, I still have lots of connections to this fandom via others. I'm still technically helping out with the Gathering stuff, so maybe I'll work on doing a prompt or two still! I'm also a mod in the NSFW server and I love that place, I'm not leaving it anytime soon. If more TRR books come out you can bet I won't be able to shut up about them anyway, if I don't make at least one post then assume I'm dead.

What I'm trying to say is, I'll be around! Our paths will cross again.

PS: The entirety of the RA subreddit can suck my dick. I'm gatekeeping older, experienced Will from all of them. None of them deserve him.

#sorry for how long this got #wanted it to feel like a chat with everyone since i dont know how many people will stick around or for how long #talking to my audience one last time /j #🍂 textpost

[shadowxamyweek]

I've seen some people headcanoning Shadow as someone who can flirt pretty well (probably because of his confident and "suave" aura) and some people that headcanon Shadow as a dork who cant flirt to save his life (probably because he is not a very people-person and doesnt know the cues of how to flirt). What do you think? (Personally I think he knows how to flirt, Rouge is his best friend he must have learned something by watching her, he just doesnt bother to flirt. In a Shadamy context, I see Amy as the one that flirts the most)

Aaaah~! XD XD Oh this is fun!

See, I feel the idea of suave Shadow that we see now is echos of the fandom interpretation of him from when they first came out in 2001. It's so interesting to see that make a comeback in today's fandom interpretation! And it's fun! Like, flirty Shadow- it's a fun thought!

The idea of a Shadow who can't flirt I feel came about more recently. I think that was in tandem with the realization of just how socially awkward the poor creature can be, both with themselves and with others.

Both have merit, value, and canon support, in my opinion! As such, I have a tendency to mix the two, sort of like what you did in your own thoughts showcased in your letter! I like the idea of Rouge teaching Shadow how to flirt, but also, I think it's something he'd want to know the mechanics of at least enough so that he could recognize it.

For example- suppose Rouge has, on occasion, gotten randomly close and mildly grabby with Shadow when some other guy is talking to her. Shadow would, naturally, ask her what is going on.

She'd have to explain to him, 'Hey, that guy was flirting with me, and I was trying to find a polite way to get rid of him.'

Shadow would go '???? Doesn't compute. He was just talking. Also, you could absolutely break his limbs if you wanted to, so why hang onto me? You're going to have to explain this."

Thus, he'd be better prepared in the future to recognize the signs of flirting and be able to not mess up Rouge's socially acceptable defensive maneuvers.

(Even if he's more inclined to a direct and memorable approach for teaching the meaning of the word, 'no.')

On the flipside, suppose Shadow has had conversations with people where he feels he's not picking up on something (especially with Rouge laughing behind him.) Shadow might then ask her to explain, which she would, so that he personally would better understand flirting in a context that directly pertains to advances being made at him.

Though these conversations would, one would assume, ultimately help him when he decides to try and romantically pursue someone... I think he'd fall flat on his face.

See, it's hard to force yourself to do something like this if you normally wouldn't. It's hard to force yourself to engage in a manner of communication or social/physical exchange when you don't normally operate in that wavelength. With flirting, Shadow might know what he wants to say, or how he wants to say something, but I think the guy would stumble especially if we're talking this occurring during a time when he's not sure Amy likes him back yet.

I posted about it on my main how I think the humor dynamic between Rouge and Shadow sometimes works in non-stressful situations (read: sometimes, not always), but there's also a quote at 15:52 in the linked video that goes as follows.

"First impressions. You never get a second chance to make a first impression, but you always get a third chance to go take me on a date... sp, it- a spa- spaghetti."

I can't help but think that, at least while practicing alone to ask her out, this is what would happen XD (Can you imagine if this came out of his mouth while talking to her though? Oh no... XD XD XD)

Once they're officially together, though? I think he'd feel much more comfortable flirting, especially if he gets to see Amy blush and laugh.

(There's nothing like the positive reinforcement of making your partner smile.)

Also you are 100% correct about Amy being the more flirtatious between the two. I also do love the idea of her getting thrown for a loop over Shadow's positive reactions to it XD She probably isn't use to that.

Once again though, I'm down for anything if it's written well and in character, always 🖤💖

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